Daily Free-Write December 23, 2020 (Patreon)

Continuation of October 9, 2020 "The Dangers of Sound Editing"

Craig bit his lip as he looked from the bags of diapers to the workstation and back. He had just lost his job, and was hard up for cash, but his side projects as a kinky sound editor were taking a toll on him. At first he thought it was a fluke. He edited a bedwetting file and wet the bed a little bit for two nights in a row. Coincidence, right? But when he messed his pants in the middle of the messing file he was editing, there could be no doubt. But he had bills to pay. And it was good money. He decided to compromise.

"I'm at home. I've got the diapers... and it's only for a little while until I get another job. I can do this." 

He took a deep breath and stood up. 

"Here we go," he said, as he grabbed a diaper to pad up with. 

As he went through the steps of opening the diaper up and fluffing it out, he did some quick calculations in his head. 10 packs of diapers... that should last him a month and a half. Plenty of time to get another job. 

One. Two. Three. Four. With each tape he felt like he was sealing his fate. He'd have to be careful about what hypno file he chose. Wouldn't want to suddenly lose control of his hands and be unable to edit. All tape up, he headed back to his workstation in just his shirt and diaper.

"Okay. No more interruptions," he said as he cracked his knuckles and sat down to finish the messing file he'd been working on for Ken. 

Two messes, and an explosive finale later, he was nearly done. He panted. The ending to that file had actually made him cum in his pants as he gripped his stomach and filled his diaper for the third time that day, adding to the mess that was already in there. It felt so good. Too good. He groaned, knowing he had to listen over the ending one more time to catch a couple clicks and pops he had to eliminate. 

"Was this guy wearing a diaper when he recorded this? There are so many of these."

He took a deep breath and went through it one more time. Again he gripped his stomach and pushed out into his diaper as his cock throbbed. The feeling of a hypnotic orgasm tore through his body, feeling every bit as powerful as a normal orgasm without any of the natural limitations such as recovery time. 

He panted, holding onto the desk. He had jumped to his feet at some point in an effort to push out the last of the mess. He set it to render to MP3 and waddled off to the bathroom to check his diaper. But when he took it off, there was no mess, just a big wet spot in front of his diaper from all the cum he had deposited there. 

"But how...? I felt it..." 

He brought this up to his kinky friend Ken who had sent him the file to edit. 

'Ken, here's your file.'

'Wow, man, that was so fast. I didn't expect this to be done for another day at least.'

'Yeah well, I lost my job so I have a lot of free time.'

'Oh shit. I'm sorry to hear that man. I'll definitely refer more people over to you.'

'Well, actually, that's the thing. I could use the work but I think these files are affecting me.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, first I edited the diaper file and bought 10 packs of diapers. Then the bedwetting file made me start wetting the bed. And now the messing file.'

'OMG dude, did you mess your pants?'

Craig blushed as he typed his admission. 

'Yeah. I did. And I wasn't wearing a diaper either. But the funny thing is... after I got cleaned up and diapered, the file made me mess three more times but there was nothing there when I checked." 

'That's super hot, dude.'

'Yeah, I guess it kind of is, now that you mention it. I'm just glad I have diapers on hand until this wears off. But why did it feel like I was messing  and there was nothing there?'

'Under hypnosis you can experience things as real as the real thing, even if they aren't really happening. You must've emptied yourself out on the first go. Could you send a pic of your messy diaper next time that happens? That would be super hot.'

'Yeah, alright. Only for you, bud. Only for you.'

'Hey, you could probably make some money recording your reactions to the hypno. Just sayin.'

'Thanks, man. I'll think about it.'

Craig closed the chat window and rolled his eyes. That was such a silly idea. But maybe... maybe it would work? He decided to set up a camera to record the next files he did. 

By the end of the day he had lost all speech and could only bark like a dog. He was incontinent, had an unquenchable craving to listen to hypno, and had several orders of sissy lingerie headed to his apartment on a rush order. This was going to be an expensive gig if he wasn't careful. But he couldn't help it. 

"Ruff! Rrrrruf!" 

Translation: I'd better send off these files and get out of these diapers. They're due for a change. 

When he tried to, however, he found that he couldn't take off his diaper with his paws. He had no fingers, so what was he supposed to do? 

He looked over to the camera mounted to the side of his workstation and  barked for help. Nobody would be able to understand that, he realized. He pawed the mouse over to the chat window and managed to type out an S.O.S. with his nose to Ken.

'Buddy, I was watching your livestream. I'll be right over.' 

Craig still had his headphones on. He looked at the next file. He knew he shouldn't but he tapped the mouse twice to open it up and listen.

"Craig? Craig you in there buddy?" 

Ken could hear whining and scratching at the door, so he knew his friend was on the other side, but he couldn't get in. Then he realized something - if Craig was susceptible to hypnosis, maybe he could get him hypnotized to open the door. 

"Craig, listen to me. Relax, everything will be okay. I want you to just close your eyes and focus on my voice. I'm counting down now..." 

Ken didn't hear anything from the other side of the door so he hoped it was working. 

"You can open the door without leaving trance. You will find that your hands are able to open doors with no problem. All effects of hypnotic suggestions will go away except for what I am telling you right now. Open the door now." 

Ken heard the click of the latch sliding inside the door and the door opened. 

"Oh gosh, thank goodness that worked! How are you feeling?"

"I'm good, why?" 

"You were just a dog and couldn't take off your own diapers." 

"I was?" Craig looked completely unfazed by this information, but also completely ignorant that it had happened. 

"Wait a second... are you still in trance right now?" 

"Trance?" 

"Awake." Ken snapped his fingers several times and Craig blinked. 

"Oh... oh thank goodness you came. I was really in trouble there. How did you get in?"

"I put you into trance and told you to open the door. I think you'd better give me your extra key in case this happens again. I didn't realize that you were so suggestible."

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea," he said. "Hey, listen. I need to shower and get cleaned up. I don't want to stay in this wet and messy diaper all day."

"Oh yeah, you really did a number on those, kiddo. And don't worry, I got rid of all the hypnotic suggestions so you won't need them after the shower.

"Yeah, I'm not even into diapers. It was just that file." 

Craig went into the bathroom and Ken thought to himself what a shame it was that he wasn't going to wear all those diapers. 

"Huh... it's too bad. That was really hot seeing him like that..." he looked down and realized he was rubbing the hard on in his shorts. Then a devious idea crossed his mind. He looked at the stack of diapers and back to the closed bathroom door. 

"No, I couldn't... could I?"