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huggybearmotel.bsky.social
HBM
@huggybearmotel.bsky.social
23yrs old | He/Him | 🏳️‍🌈 | Born to shit, forced to wipe🧻Victim of potty training🚽 DL 💪 Writer of Smut 🖊️

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It wasn’t until you started bedwetting or noticing your diaper was soggy without much thought that you thought to reconsider what “giving in” really meant.

What was certain is that you were going to need a lot more diapers...
May 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Maybe, maybe you started to only take on the challenges half-heartedly. A few months pass and you eventually stop trying at all. You knew you weren’t going to complete them. The diapers had grown on you (quite literally with how much swell the ones you were wearing had). Why not give in?
May 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Instead, you had a growing amount of diapers that you were burning through against your wishes. What else could you do though? You loved your partner. Maybe you’d be willing to put up with it. At this point, you were at least starting to get used to the sensation of a full diaper.
May 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Those days ended with massive, soggy pamps and the fear that the next day was only going to be worse. The challenges grew near impossible. Clean the whole house? Go out and buy groceries for the week? Bake cookies from scratch? It was increasingly rare that you got to use the potty at all.
May 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
You manage fine at first, albeit a bit close for comfort. Soon though, they start besting you on occasion. How were you supposed to solve a Rubik's cube while trying not to flood your diaper? A week later it was a “Where’s Waldo” that you swear didn’t have him in it at all...
May 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
No doctors or specialists could describe what was going on with any degree of certainty. They all said it may as well be supernatural.

It was strange, but you enjoyed your new existence. Quietly, you thanked whatever caused this unexplainable circumstance.

The mirror quietly bowed.
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
Maybe it wasn't so bad. You were enjoying getting to play out your fantasies, even though you didn't have much choice in the matter... And who knew there were so many cool diapers out there you could buy? It was also nice not needing to wake up in the night for the bathroom...
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
Your dark and secret envy was quickly becoming a reality as the toilet was becoming increasingly useless to you. Your dresser was stocked now with diapers, the underwear previously in it having long been ruined.
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
Suddenly they became a part of your daily attire as you'd had too many embarrassing moments of soaked pants.

The accidents kept happening as the mirror worked with increasing effort to make you incontinent. Soon, your soaked diapers were joined by heavy messes as the mirror cracked your bowels.
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
After three nights in a row of soaked sheets that you couldn't explain, you gave in and bought overnight diapers. The mirror saw its efforts bear fruit.

When the mirror trashed its own potty training, you suffered day time leaks. Those diapers you only wore at night?
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
The mirror sought to change you by changing itself. It could not alter the physical realm, but what affected it, affected you.

The mirror acquired a hypnosis track for bedwetting. Slowly, over the course of many weeks, you began to wake up to wet sheets as the mirror sabotaged itself.
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
You've always been open to kink. You described yourself as vanilla to partners, but in reality, you'd be interested in ABDL for most of your life. You'd never partaken, feeling a level of shame and guilt towards it.

The mirror knew this was what you would not indulge in.
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
What you didn't know was that taking possession of the cube released a shadow version of yourself. It was invisible to you, but existed as a mirror of yourself.

A mirror of yourself that indulged in whatever you would not.
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
The cashier normally was friendly, but gave you an unsettling stare as you showed them the cube. Maybe they were just having a bad day?

Out you stroll, cube in hand. You decide to return home. You find a place on a side table to set the cube and then you continue on enjoying your weekend...
November 23, 2024 at 7:14 PM
You shoot back up and open the door. You launch yourself into the house and slam the door shut. As it shuts, you put your back to it and slide down. You wince as you feel your mess spread under your weight, but at least your adventure is over. At least until you have to face the public again...
November 22, 2024 at 6:23 PM
But you finally arrive home. You fumble with your keys, dropping them with your hands shaking. You bend over and grab them, immediately realizing that you just made your diaper all that more visible.
November 22, 2024 at 6:23 PM
You hear someone call your name, audibly confused. You don't even acknowledge it and pick up your pace. Your mess has worked its way through your diaper and the movement of your legs has caused pee to leak out, drizzling down your legs.
November 22, 2024 at 6:23 PM