A Little Curse or Blessing (Patreon)

Chapter 7

She didn’t even realize what she was really doing. In that moment Jessica almost felt more like a passenger than anything else in her body. Watching what she was doing from afar as the senses of what was happening overwhelmed her a little.

Her fingers started by gently pressing against the surface of the pull-up. She could feel it still getting warmer as she finished up drizzling into it. The padding was so warm, and squishy a little to the touch. She pressed it down just hard enough to feel the warm softness of it press into her privates, like a cloud on a warm sunny day. Under her blanket burrito the young woman stretched out, unaware of the small smile on her face as she spread her legs even further by a few inches and rubbed more firmly against the surface of the pull-up. She’d never really experienced anything like it before. She’d never imagined anything like this might have felt so good. So warm and relaxing.

Soon enough the almost panting pretty thing stuck her finger down the front of her pull-up and touched herself directly. She hadn’t touched herself like this in a long time, not to mention how wound up she was after a weird week like this. It didn’t take her very long. She hummed softly to herself as she kept rubbing, faster and faster, until she finally peaked and climaxed right there on the couch, into her soggy pull-up. If she hadn’t wanted to get up before, she certainly didn’t have the energy to then. As her exhausted eyes half opened again, Jessica lazily watched about two or three more minutes of the movie she’d had on before drifting off to sleep.

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That morning Jessica had been a little bit more lucid and hurried off of the couch, a little in shock. The crinkly garment feeling even soggier than it had before. She was just thankful it hadn’t leaked on the couch.

As she showered that morning the girl felt a mixture between arousal and disgust at what she’d done the evening before. She’d heard of... ‘Watersports’ before, but had never imagined she might be into a kink like that. She stood in the flow of the warm water as it rushed over her, hopefully taking not only the accident off of her crotch, but the shame and confusion she was getting from these new memories. She flushed even harder when she realized that all of this might only be happening too because of the curse. She was getting addicted, just like the woman had told her she would.

Yet, something that almost made her heart pump even faster, was that a tiny piece of her didn’t seem to care. Even with that knowledge she had the urge to rub another one out right there and then in the shower. She had the strong urge to, but she shook those thoughts away and then finished her shower up and got out.

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More days went by, and the more time that passed the weaker Jessica could feel her resolve growing. Even as she went to and from classes, now with pull-ups 24/7 under her clothes as a precaution, she could feel her desire to do more growing. It must be the curse.

Strangely enough, when she wore the pull-ups to class and around town, even though she felt embarrassed at her crinkly secret, she found herself keeping them dry. She wondered if the curse only activated making her pee herself if she wasn’t wearing them. Was she doomed to a life in either permanent dry pull-ups during the day or wet pants?

Though she wasn’t dry all of the time though, as her bedwetting had continued almost constantly. She no longer trusted herself to even take a short nap without them on anymore. She figured that pretty soon she was going to have to go buy some protection of her own, that the pack that Madame Zola had given her wouldn’t last forever. Weirdly enough whenever she reached inside the back she’d given her, even though every time she was pretty sure she was grabbing one of the last pull-ups in there, there always seemed to be more. More magic perhaps?

*****

Days changed into a week, and then two weeks, then three. She tried to track down the magically disappearing shop and Madame Zola herself on a few more occasions, but had always come up short. There just didn’t appear to be any information to be had on either. The only tiny mentions she could find anywhere were insignificant dead ends. She couldn’t help but wonder if there were other people out there like her. People who had gotten cursed in some way by the woman and had no way to find her or reverse it. Jessica had no idea about the mind-blowing realization that was coming her way...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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