Daily Free-Write October 9, 2020 (Patreon)

I continued editing the bedwetting hypno file last night and this morning I was surprised to find a wet spot in my diaper. I tend to feel the effects of my files after I edit them. I guess I shouldn't be surprised given the hours of listening time that goes into making a file. Still, I've never been a bedwetter. Never! This piece is inspired by today's events. 

'I'm sending you the edits on your hypno bedwetting file. I cleaned up some of the hissing in the background and got rid of the long pauses. I hope this helps.' 

'Wow, thanks so much. You don't know how hard it is to find an audio engineer who will work with kinky folk. Do you mind if I send more projects your way in the future?'

'Hey, I'm very open minded. As long as the job pays that's fine for me. Tell your friends!' 

Craig shut off his workstation for the night. He had just gotten into exploring  more of his kinks when he suddenly found himself spending a lot more time at home. Luckily, his job was one that he could do at home, and he still chatted with some of the friends he made before the lockdown. He had shared his work with some of those friends and one thing led to another... now he had another stream of income as the 'kinky sound editor'. Okay, not the sexiest title, but he't take it. Everyone has their niche. 

"Oh man, is that really the time? I think I'll actually get some sleep for once and go to bed early."  

Just for the heck of it, he put on a diaper before bed. He hadn't really been into diapers before but after working with this guy Ken on his diaper hypno files, he got curious. He might have bought a pack.... or ten. But it's not like he ever used em. Often. He knew it was safe to explore - that if he didn't like to wear he didn't have to. Plus, his kinky friends were very... encouraging to say the least. He drifted off smiling and thinking about how nice it was to just relax in a diaper. 

The alarm hadn't buzzed yet. 8:30 am. So what had woken him up? He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Walked over to the sink and splashed water in his face. He was happy for once that he had a studio apartment. He untaped his diaper and let it drop to the floor with a thud. Huh. That... was a pretty heavy thud. He looked down. 

"What...the..."

There was a big wet patch in his diaper. Had he peed in his diaper before bed? No, he was sure he hadn't. What was going on? 

'Hey dude, the strangest thing happened this morning... I think I woke up in a wet diaper.'

'What else is new?'

'No, I mean... I think I may have wet in my sleep.'

'Wow, congrats, man! I didn't know you were a bedwetter.'

'I'm not. That's the thing.'

'Huh, that's weird. Are you gonna see a doctor?'

'Nah, I think it was just a fluke.'

'Well, you'd better wear diapers just in case. By the way, the feedback on that file has been fantastic! Everyone is loving it. Three people told me straight up they wet the bed for the first time after listening to it, and one said he jizzed his pants!'

'Hey, you don't think... they hypno could have something to do with my bedwetting do you?'

'Well you didn't listen to it on repeat, did you?'

'Only once to make sure there were no errors.'

'Nah, man. No way it would have done anything after just one listen.' 

The conversation bounced around in his head all day, as he thought about what had happened. He didn't put on any diapers. He didn't even want to think about diapers. He just wanted to bury himself in his work and forget about it. But that didn't pan out because he got an email from his boss not long after breakfast telling him he would be let go along with half of the staff. The company had merged with a larger company and they simply didn't need all the employees. Shit. He would have to find work fast. 

That night he slept fitfully. And once again he had put on a diaper - this time out of fear that last night would be a repeat performance. He was relieved in the morning to find that his diaper seemed dry from the outside, but when he took it off to go shower, there was another telltale wetspot inside. Shit. Shit. Shit. As if he didn't have enough problems. 

There was a bit of good news that morning, though. A message from his kinky friend.

'Hey, I know you're busy with your regular job but I have a bunch more files for you to edit. Call it inspiration but I was recording all day yesterday. Also, I credited you in the description and linked your profile. I hope that's okay! Here's the files'

Craig checked his profile for 'the kinky sound editor'. Wow, that was a lot of messages from new people about his services. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to be okay. Then he looked down at the list of files from his friend. 

"Uncontrollable wetting... Messing... Diaper dependence... Sissy slut...addicted to hypno... wow." He raised his eyebrows. Hot stuff, and he was glad for the work but he was also glad he wasn't on the receiving end of those files. All he did was the editing. 

It was halfway through the uncontrollable messing file that it happened. He crapped his pants. There was no way this was an accident. The files were affecting him! He jumped in the shower and cleaned off. He'd have to find another way to make money. This was getting to be too much. 

Clothed and back at the computer he stared at the screen. The file sat there unfinished. He looked at the list of files left to edit. Thought about all the bills he had coming due. Then he looked over to the stack of diaper bags waiting to be used. He bit his lip.