Altogether it was a decent summer day. My parents were out until later that evening so I had the house to myself for a few hours. It had been raining on and off all day so, rather than risk getting my fur wet, I spent the time playing video games, a good way for any young fox to kill time. I was playing though one particular game that I'd had for a while, but had not yet come close to beating. Yet again I found myself fighting the boss that had thwarted me at least a dozen times. It was starting to get on my nerves, but I was confident this time.
I started the first round of the day with the boss and held out for a while, but to no avail. After my first attempt I noticed that I was starting to get the urge to pee. I decided to ignore it, since it wasn't in any way urgent yet; I could go for a few more rounds if I needed to. I had a few more attempts at the boss, during which the pressure in my bladder was gradually building. Finally, during the fourth round my bladder was bursting; I could barely hold it, let alone focus on the game. I died on that round faster than any time before. As soon as that happened I jumped up and ran to the bathroom as fast as by paws could carry me. I barely made in time; a drop or two may have even come out in my underwear.
Going back to my seat after a quick soda, I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my bodily functions; if my bladder hadn't distracted me I might have won that time. When I got back into the game, rather than go and face the boss directly, I looked around for any items that might help. After digging through treasure chests I found something I had never encountered before: a magic lamp, the kind with a genie in it. The item description said ``The genie of this unique lamp will grant the user up to three wishes. Limit one wish per hour of play time. Effects of the third wish cannot be undone.'' On a whim I had my character rub the lamp, and out came the genie in the form of a stereotypical scantily-clad vixen. She bowed and said, ``Greetings, my master. In gratitude for your freeing me, you may ask of me three wishes and, if they are within my power, I shall grant them.''
Thinking back on back on my earlier incident I jokingly muttered, ``Yeah, I wish I didn't keep getting the urge to use the bathroom.''
``Your wish is my command.''
``Wait, what?''
The genie waved her paw, smoke swirled on-screen, and she disappeared, but nothing else seemed to happen. I brushed it off as some fluke, saved, and moved on to the boss. I fought it a few more times with fairly predictable results. Then, after I had been playing for about thirty minutes, the front of my pants suddenly felt warm and wet. I looked down and saw that I was peeing my pants! I hadn't even felt the need to go. My mind was racing for a bit before I finally concluded that I had gotten distracted by the game and hadn't noticed the urge. Convincing myself that was the case I went upstairs to shower and change, then came back to clean up the mess I had made. While cleaning, I had another small accident, enough to put a little wet spot on the front of my pants.
This time I knew something was up. I quickly realized that, impossible as it might seem, the genie might have had something to do with this. After another change I turned on the game system, loaded the game file and rubbed the lamp. A message came up saying ``You must wait another 50 minutes to make your next wish.'' Frustrated, I forced myself to play through the next fifty minutes, not really doing much except waiting. Finally, the time came, I rubbed the lamp, and the genie appeared again. ``Greetings, my master, are you ready for your second wish?''
``Second wish? What happened with the first?''
``I made it so that you no longer feel the urge to use the bathroom.''
``That is not what I wanted!''
``Then perhaps you should have been clearer.''
``Fine, I wish I didn't have to get up to use the bathroom.''
``Your wish is my command.''
The genie waved her hand, smoke swirled and, for the second time, she vanished. This time, however, something else happened. I felt my underwear move around and grow thicker. I dashed to the bathroom and pulled down my pants to see what had happened. Instead of underwear I was now wearing a thick, white diaper. ``Damn it, genie, this is not what I meant!'' I shouted. I pulled up my pants, ran to my room and opened my underwear drawer only to find that all my underwear had been replaced by diapers just like the one I was wearing.
I sighed and went back to the game so I could get all this could get undone. Rubbing the lamp I found that I still had to play for another fifty-seven minutes before my next wish. It was fortunate that I had kept the diaper on, as fifteen minutes into playing I found myself peeing again. The front of my diaper grew warm and squishy. In spite of all that was happening, it felt kind of good. No, wait. What was I thinking? I couldn't start liking this. I decided to ignore it and keep playing in the wet diaper. The sooner I got through the hour of play, the sooner I could get out of this situation.
Forty minutes, later, though, something else happened. My tail twitched upward and, without warning, I let loose. Warm, mushy poop filled the seat of my diaper, and I was forced to pause the game. I felt it squishing around in my diaper with every movement I made. It did not feel all that bad, but I still wanted to change. I was about to get up when I looked at my watch: only two minutes of play left. I could manage that; then I would be out of this mess, no pun intended. I resumed the game, still wearing the wet and now poop-filled diaper. I felt like a baby. Finally the time was up and I rubbed the lamp for the third and final time. The genie appeared and said, ``Greetings, my master, are you ready for you final wish? Keep in mind that it cannot be undone.''
``Yes!'' I yelled, ``I am fifteen years old! I am too old to be peeing and pooping in diapers! I want you to fix this!''
``Very well, your wish is my command.''
A split second too late, I realized I might have worded that better. The genie waved her paw. This time the smoke came out of the screen and surrounded me. I shut my eyes in panic and everything seemed to spin around me.
When I opened my eyes I found myself lying in a bed, surrounded by bars: a crib. I could feel that I was still wearing the wet, messy diaper. I looked down at my body and saw that I was dressed in a blue footed sleeper. The plain front had no zipper. I felt around behind me and sure enough, the zipper was in the back. I also felt a button flap in the seat of my pajamas. There was no way I could get out of this without help. I sat up, despite the load that it pressed against by butt, and looked around. The room had all sorts of babyish decorations.
Just then the door opened and a vixen walked in. It was my mom but a few years younger. She spoke in a cheerful voice, ``Hi, honey, I just thought I'd check on you.'' She sniffed the air. ``Oh, and just in time too; smells like someone needs a diaper change!''
``Yeah,'' I mumbled, too stunned to say anything else.
``Okie dokie, then!'' She lifted me out of the crib and laid me down on the changing table. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and saw a kit perhaps a little more than two years old. My mom quickly undid the buttons on my sleeper and, almost before I knew it, I was clean and in a fresh diaper. ``Now, do you want to finish your nap?''
``Yeah,'' I replied. I hadn't realized how tired I was.
``Okay then, sleep tight.''
She laid me back down in the crib and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her. As I began to drift off to sleep I felt myself wetting my diaper again, perhaps due to my bladder adjusting to its new size. It didn't really bother me anymore. Just before I closed my eyes I wondered: Is this my life from now on?
