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Ready to go on our walk, honey? Hurry up and put your pants on! Any pair will do. Nobody's going to notice if a bit of your diaper sticks out of your waistband. I want to get back before it gets dark, and... Oh! Hahaha! Uh-oh! I think someone's making stinky-time! Is it you, baby? Are you making a big present in your diapee for Mommy? Silly boy, it's not Christmas yet!

Oh, don't cry baby! It's okay! Shhh... Mommy's here, sweet boy. Mommy's got you. Shhh... I'm here. I know it's embarrassing being incontinent, peeing yourself all the time and making boom-booms in your pants without any warning like that, but honestly I think it's the best thing that's ever happened to you, darling! You used to have such an attitude before, but dirty diapers really keep you humble. Plus you're so much more respectful of women now! I guess it's hard to be sexist when your fiancée regularly changes your messy Pampers, huh? Being in diapers forever won't be so bad, baby. You just need to learn to look on the bright side of pooping your pants!

Don't be silly sweetie, of course there's a bright side! How about how adorable you look? Yes, I know you'd prefer to look like a sexy grown man, but Mommy thinks there's nothing cuter than the sight of you waddling around in your full diaper like a great big baby! Having a diapee full of tinkle and poopy will keep you extra warm too! I'll show you, baby. Pull your pants up and let's go for our walk. No changies until we get home. I'll get to enjoy how cute you look, and you'll get to enjoy the feeling of being nice and cozy in your diaper! See, sweetie? There's loads to love about being incontinent!

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I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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I don’t use that thing much 😏

Perhaps I should change that.

miku miku~ ♪