Aarios

WARNING: The following story contains themes of sissifaction, feminization, abdl, and (light) identity death (eventually). If that's not your cup of tea, look elsewhere. Chris slowly opened his eyes, enjoying a few blissful moments of peace snuggled up in his soft, warm bed cuddling his stuffy. Of course, this peace came crashing down when he realized it was once again monday. He closed his eyes tight, begging god or satan or zeus or whoever was out there and listening to wake him up from this horrible dream, or at least make it saturday so he didn’t have to brave going to school. But no solace would come for Chris, so he decided to roll over and get at least fifteen more minutes of rest. Upon rolling over, he felt a cold dampness in his crotch, so he gingerly reached down and squished the front of his diaper to confirm what he alreedy knew: he had once again wet in his sleep. Chris closed his eyes and cuddled his bear close, trying to remember the last time he was able to make it