Just because you're being clone TFed, doesn't mean you suddenly get to be on equal footing. You'll be them but worse, and given that they were barely continent to begin with...

I've grown an appreciation for more awkward expressions in diaper art. Discomfort, embarrassment, confusion, vacancy. This isn't meant to be happening to you but it is. It's disruptive, it's wrong, display it. Your brain is too overloaded by the hypnovisor to smile.

All your cybernetic senses switch off whenever you're about to use your diaper so there's nothing to distract you from the feeling of mush pushing out of you and the diaper stretching to accommodate it.

Look, it's actually very simple. Green poison damages your body so it weakens your bowels until you make pushies. Purple poison damages your mind so it erodes your willpower until you make pushies.

My ice cream hypermesses are only "poisonous" if you think being infected with the same endless, saccharine, hyper output is a bad thing. Oh, you actually do? Okay, I guess I "poisoned" the water supply then.

Always encouraging you to dry your hands on my wool instead of a towel until you come to associate me with dryness and can't resolve a wet diaper by yourself.

A lot of my mischievous kink moods end of circling back to just thinking about my cute woolly butt so diapering me could either nullify me completely or be the fastest possible way to obliterate your continence and/or free will.

Sorry, we're all out of gentle, uncontrolled wetting milkshakes for today. Would a continence-shaking pushies milkshake be alright?

Weaving an illusion that you're messing for the first time, pushing helplessly into your pants, until you're convinced that you've lost control and stop trying to hold it. When the time comes that you mess for real, the completeness of the sensation makes you realise that it was all fake. *Was*

Oh, generic sludgy poison, my beloved. How many accidents you've induced, refractory periods you've removed and staminas you've quartered. Could I really go a day without pouring you into someone's diaper?

It's cute that you thought that the DX on the front of the diaper meant it was superior quality rather than referring to the number of orgasms you need to have in it before it comes off.

If you can't handle me at my pissing syrup and pooping ice cream kinkery, you don't deserve me at my oddly specific species superiority/inferiority diaper and brain drain kinkery. ...or maybe you do but you should push some soft serve into your diaper either way.

Cloven kinda sounds like coven + love which is why some sheep are able to group up and cast powerful curses to keep you forever diaper-dependent and also why every sheep is able to make you *love* that that happened to you.

Soakgasm, messgasm, pushgasm...

Skeleton-themed chastity cage under a zombie-themed diaper that you're using because of the ghost-themed hypnovisor "possessing" you.

The plain white diaper camouflages perfectly into your rubber wool until the relaxing bleating playing in your ears coaxes you into soaking it.

Fun play tunnel in the haunted nursery that becomes a closed loop as soon as you crawl into it and only opens up again once your diaperseat is full.

You can feel it, can't you? The tingling fullness dissipating as it streams out of you. The euphoria of just letting go of what your body doesn't need, paired with occasional pushing to empty out the rest. Diaper use? What are you talking about? I'm draining your intelligence and willpower.

A teleporter going out into a crowded area whenever they need the toilet, then swapping positions with someone currently on one and using it at their own leisure. Doesn't really matter what happens to the other person.

Flat colour diaper styled after an eye that stares at people who need to use the toilet soon, suppressing their awareness until it's too late.

Diaper that self-cleans by replacing your mess with an equivalent mass of gold as an external coating. + Dragon that's going to make you expand their hoard by all means necessary.

Completely normal bossfight against someone with no real mind control abilities except they suddenly point at you and yell "DIAPER THEM" and now everyone you meet wants you padded 24/7.

Talking to your synth caregiver about how much you love their stories of synths breaking people into diaper-dependence and how you wish organics capable of potty training were real.

We have portal technology that allows you to mess your diaper while wearing a butt plug, it's just laggy. You can have a long, continuous bout of pushing that feels like it goes nowhere, go on with your day, then suddenly have your whole diaper fill up with warm mush in a second.

Do I need my sona to be hot or just attractive? Attractive in the sense that you like to be around them, that you like touching them, that you like the soft wool of their rear grinding against you. Almost like a diaper grinding against you. Maybe it is one. Maybe you're wearing one. You are.

Curse of a minimum of 50% of people in any gathering being diaper-dependent and equipped to match. Go on a date? One of you is padded. Go watch a horror film? Lots of fear-induced accidents. Assume this is a contagion and separate the continent from the rest? There's no better way to end continence.

Having vague, hazy control over your hypermessing but if you actually try to achieve much with it, you lose all of it for a day. Try to duck out of sight when a mess is coming? That might work. Try to reach a toilet or empty yourself while already there? Tripled output and no influence over when.

Helpful pop up in your visor display tells you how much better that toilet trip would've felt in a diaper instead.

Passively revealing my kink mood with what kind of "egg" I keep laying. Giant pearls for general TFy thoughts, chocolate eggs for candymess/diaper thoughts.

You still need a diaper for messes, but when you only need to piss, you tug your diaper out of the way and soak your pants "like a grown up."

Damage Share distributed the regression debuff across your whole party but didn't dilute the effects at all.

One of the many perks of indestructible diapers is that they and your collar can be chained to the ground at the same time until you have no choice but to mess on all-fours and achieve enlightenment.

Before being forced into the Diaper That Rewrites Your Kinks, you're made to watch the manufacturing process where 100 pounds of wool are distilled into a single droplet of soft.

Diaper capacity is finite but you refuse to compromise on mess diameter or messing duration so we put you in a magic bubble which you can feel stretch under the onslaught for as long as you want.

Anyone can trigger your candymessing by holding an ice cream cone below you, but the mountain of soft serve you uncontrollably push out will completely bury the cone. And the person.

Quick point of order. You are peeing yourself right now. I'm not saying you should pee yourself, it's a bit late for that. You already started. Good! Now, remember, you shouldn't be worried about where you are or what you're doing. you're only peeing yourself, that's normal.

The mechanical difference between a quicksand trap and a mud pit trap is whether you'll be pushing "mud" into your pants for the new few weeks after falling in one.

Poofy, bulky diapercritter folding space so they can fit into your armour while using you as a host. They plan on taking your place for a while so get comfortable and don't bother holding it.

Running hundreds of simulations of you messing yourself and then selecting them all and clicking Export To Reality.

The padding versions of numbing tentacle pits are much nicer because they come with an inherent way to free yourself. All you need to do is pack the diaper you don't know you're wearing with the hyper accidents you don't know you're having until it fills the whole pit and you can push off of it.

My sources are telling me that dice rolls are hot so I'm going to sit on your face, push 3d4 gallons of soft serve ice cream out of my bowels, cause you to cum 2d6 times, and render you incontinent (and as candycursed as me) for d20 + 4 weeks.

Pumpkin-print diapers are a perfect creation, the halloween diaper for everyone, but it's also important to have graveyard-print diapers for preds to wear and dump the appropriate amount of bones and "soil" into.

I think it's finally time to press the button that makes all latex suits have diapers under them.

Painting half of a spell circle for diaper summoning on the toilet and half on your butt so that the simple act of reaching and trying to use the toilet ensures you'll fill your seat and prove you aren't ready yet.

Gotta love magic that makes you mirror every time a certain person relieves themselves. Especially if they're built for high duration hypermessing which you weren't capable of yourself until they started pushing.

If you don't want the diapers that make you hypermess ice cream, you need them. Once you want the diapers that make you hypermess ice cream, you don't need them because you're ready to start going on the ground.

Promising my new party that I will never knowingly betray them, then planning a route that takes us through several regions known for regression magic and putting on a Ring of Trap Obliviousness and an Amulet of Status Sharing.

Becoming very dependent on being automatically teleported to town and cured as soon as you reach the quest objective, to the point of wasting combat advantage and walking through regression gas to touch the artifact you came for. For once, a new objective pops up: "...and escape with dry pants."

Fully grown and highly experienced adventurers compelled to trick-or-treat at the door of the dungeon they intend to raid by its cursed aura. Using their helmets as buckets for all the stat-draining, continence-sapping candy they're given.

Going to excuse my heavy candyscat mood by saying that while everyone else is nobly providing the scary monsters and costumes aspect of Halloween, I'm providing the excessive candy and treats aspect.