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#Post#: 174--------------------------------------------------
Sex, Drugs and Regression
By: Cya Date: March 20, 2019, 4:37 am
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Well for next month I have another idea. A girl named Cassie
wants to have a spiritual drug experience. She's been kind of
small and dorky so she decides to look online for LSD. But she
realizes its illegal and decides to opt for another option; a
newly discovered research chemical called YD3. A drug only few
have tried. Looking at the reviews she soon realizes that it's
supposed to make you feel like a kid again. She figures why not
and orders some pills while her mom is out. A few days later the
curious pills arrive. She takes all 5 of them cause she wants to
really trip balls. She also finds, in her research online
reading drug forums that people recommend a "trip sitter". So
she puts up a Craigslist ad looking for a "Babysitter for a
small girl who needs someone to look after her" because she
assumes putting the word "trip" in the title may look suspicious
to people online. She takes 4 pills and waits... she decides to
wear her old Blues Clues panties and a My Little Pony shirt
because she wants to feel young again. Since that's the point of
the drug isn't it?... she starts to feel the effects HARD. Her
speech regresses to that of a 2 year olds. Her mind feels easily
amused. She even has an accident and starts drooling. And soon
after her babysitter has arrived. But it turns out it's a
teenage girl who's younger than her. But she assumes that she's
only a toddler when she sees the state of her panties and how
short she is. Cassie gets nervous and cries and tries to explain
that shes a big girl. But of course the babysitter Jessica talks
down to her using baby talk and soon she smells something.
Cassie is desperate to get her to believe shes an adult in
college but it's no use. Jessica tells her she needs to put her
in a diapie if shes still having day time accidents. It gets
even worse when Cassies match from Tinder shows up. Oh shit she
thinks. She forgot that was tonight. Her handsome crush walks
in. Some tall guy with muscles. Her babysitter asks who he is.
He says he was supposed to be meeting someone but that cant be
her since shes only a baby. Cassie goes to try and explain
what's happening but Jessica puts a bottle in her mouth and
bounces her on her lap. She explains and apologizes for Cassie
making another poopy in her pants and fully humiliates her in
front of him. Cassie realizes the room is a lot bigger almost as
if she shrunk. He laughs awkwardly and says it's okay because he
thinks Jessica is actually cuter than his match. They share a
kiss and Cassie starts crying. "Well I guess you can help
babysit. She needs a nap anyway soon" Jessica says. That's my
general idea. Tried to be a bit more creative with this one. I
especially like the whole humiliation angle. And it was
partially inspired by a story from you but I think I added
enough of a spin to make it my own. But let me know if you're
interested. Thanks!
#Post#: 177--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sex, Drugs and Regression
By: Cya Date: March 21, 2019, 5:20 am
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Cassie sighed as she closed the door to her bedroom, exhausted
from a long day at school. She stretched out her arms in a
dramatic manner, trying to alleviate the tension and ache she
felt within her bones while yawning towards the ceiling. A kick
of each of her feet sent her flip flops sailing across the room
until they smacked against the wall, landing atop a big pile of
dirty laundry. The poor college student couldn't be bothered to
do any laundry, instead opting to collapse face first onto her
soft, inviting bed.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence her phone began to
vibrate, alerting her that a text had come through. Cassie
lifted her head off of her pillow and groaned upon seeing who
the text was from.
"Tori..."
Cassie muttered, not happy to see a text from her best friend.
She just wanted to relax after a long week of classes and tests,
but no matter how hard she tried, everyone kept bugging her. All
week long Tori was asking her what her plans were for Spring
Break and she felt lame to admit that she had none. She was a
broke college kids with no where to go, not that it really
bothered her. What really got her goat was the fact that
everyone else was actually going somewhere exotic or traveling
to Europe while she sat on her ass at home. Even her parents had
already left the state for a week long visit to her grandparents
house, not that she wanted to go to Arizona and listen to her
grandfather's drunken tales of yesteryear's lost glory, but it
probably would've been better than doing nothing.
Inhaling deeply, Cassie rolled onto her back and fired back a
reply.
*Just trying to sleep.*
A moment later her cell phone buzzed again.
*Sleep? Ur such a dork!*
Cassie rubbed her right of her head in annoyance. Sometimes she
wondered why she still talked with Tori. Sure, they had been
friends since elementary school, but as time moved forward, they
had become two completely different people. Tori was very
outgoing and lively while Cassie prefered to just hang out at
home. Then again her blond friend was practically a giant,
standing at five foot ten inches tall compared to Cassie's tiny
five feet two inches of height and her body gave her plenty of
reasons to be confident in social situations. She sported a
perfectly toned ass and had breasts that could rival Hollywood's
best.
*Not a dork!*
Cassie looked at what she just texted, realizing that her retort
was beyond lame; it was downright childish.
*Anyway*
*Wish I could sleep*
*Been stuck in this lame ass line for an hour*
'At least I'm not stuck going through security at the airport.'
Cassie thought before texting a sympathetic emoji.
Before she could get Tori's response her cell phone went dead,
ending the conversation before it even got started. Cassie knew
that Tori would be pissed at her for blowing her off, but what
could she do? Her phone had literally ran out of juice and it
wasn't like she was purposely ignoring her or something.
Cassie rolled back onto her face, desperate to be embraced by
the sandman's warm grasp. However, after a few minutes of trying
to force herself to sleep, she realized that she couldn't just
fall asleep dressed like she was.
"****."
The young woman groaned and gazed towards her window. It was
dark out, probably past nine at night, but at least it was
Friday. Still, it would've been so much better if she had a bit
of weed to smoke. At least that would get her nice and drowsy,
she concluded. The realization that she was out of pot gave her
an interesting idea. 'Maybe I don't need to go somewhere exotic.
Maybe what I need is to take a spiritual journey.' She smiled
and sat up.
As she walked over to her combination vanity and work desk, she
pulled off her shirt and flung it over to where her other dirty
clothes rested. Now clad in only her bra and jeans, she
practically fell into her office style chair. The pint sized
student stared at her blank laptop screen for a few seconds
before it all clicked. She had to search for some mind altering
substance that would allow her to fly through the heavens or
sail across the waves of ecstasy. Ultimately, it didn't matter
what got her high but that it last for a few hours and brighten
her otherwise dull existence.
A search for "mind altering drugs" on the world's most widely
used search engine turned up some rather unexpected results.
Underneath a few wiki pages was a row of images depicting pretty
looking cacti with the heading "Psychoactive Cacti". Names such
as Peyote, Lophophora, Toothpick cactus and Pelecyphora greeted
her as she clicked on each one, curious as to what they could do
for her. After a bit if reading, she came to the conclusion that
none of them were right for her. On top of the potential
physical side effects, she didn't think that trying to eat a
cactus to trip balls would be the best of ideas, especially if
it worked. '****. What if I accidentally put my hand on the
stupid thing when I'm high?'
Ultimately, she quickly realized that the cactus option wouldn't
even be feasible since the nearest cactus was probably a couple
of hundred miles away from where she sat. Not ready to throw in
the towel, Cassie clicked on a few more links to things like
MDMA and d-lysergic acid diethylamide. Several browser tabs
later, she sighed as it became apparent that she probably
wouldn't be able to get any of these mentally stimulating
chemicals. Cassie knew that a few of her friends had connections
to get ecstasy and LSD, but they were the same friends who
decided to go backpacking I'm Europe. Besides, she didn't want
to try and secure the drugs herself because the very idea of
spending her Spring break in jail frightened the **** out of
her.
Right as she was about to give up, she noticed one particular
site which was being advertised in a banner as having the
latest, greatest, legal way to expand the mind. Typically, she
never clicked on these things since they were always scams, but
she figured that she had nothing to lose. After all, why did she
pay for virus protection if she never used it?
With the click of her mouse she was transferred to the site
tauting "YD3" as a miracle drug that promised to blast open the
doors of perception while simultaneously granting users a trip
down memory lane. As Cassie scrolled down the site, she noticed
that it featured a few reviews about this new wonder drug. She
spent a few minutes reading the "testimonials" and realized that
YD3 was totally legal! Not only that, but it was supposed to
make you "feel like a kid again" as one user so eloquently put
it.
Cassie smiled as she stared at the "purchase" button,
remembering her happy childhood. It never dawned on her, until
that moment, that she had lost her childlike sense of wonder and
excitement. She always tried to be positive and try new things,
like smoking pot, but as the years went by, she was becoming
more tired and grouchy. One thing was for certain, she missed
just being able to not worry about school or drama like when she
was a kid. 'Maybe this is exactly what I need?'
A mouse click later and she was filing out her basic information
for shipping. According to the website, next day shipping was
available for a five buck fee. 'Why not? I only have a week by
myself.' Cassie happily clicked the box for one day shipping and
closed the web browser. She stood up and made her way over to
her bed where she sat on the edge of her mattress and yanked off
her tight skinny jeans. Cassie looked at her digital alarm clock
and was surprised to see that it was already two in the morning.
The sudden realization of the hour made her feel even more
tired, especially after the struggle of removing her pants, she
yawned once again and got under her covers.
"Tomorrow is gonna be great."
A sudden chiming noise woke Cassie from her sleep. The college
student looked around for a few seconds, startled and confused
by the sudden intrusion from her slumber until she heard the
door bell ring again.
"Who could that be?"
Cassie rolled out of bed and made her way down the hallway until
she reached the front door. She wasn't tall enough to see
through the peephole so she did what she always did, she
slightly opened the door and gazed out through the crack to see
who was there. Seeing no one standing in front of her door,
Cassie sighed. Was this going to be how her Spring Break
started? Dealing with the stupid neighborhood kids ding dong
ditching her?
As Cassie was closing the door she noticed a little box perched
on her welcome mat. The presence of such a curious box caused
the events of the previous night to come flooding back to her as
she remembered her late night research and subsequent purchase.
"No way!"
Cassie leaned forward and scooped up the small parcel, excited
that her pills had arrived so soon. After reaching for the box,
she felt a slight tingle spread across her bare stomach. '****!
I'm in my undies!' Cassie quickly ducked behind the door,
slamming it shut.
She leaned against the door for about a minute, trying to get
her heart to slow down while amenting the fact that she had
almost stepped outside in just her bra and panties. 'How could I
be so stupid?'
When she finally calmed down Cassie stepped away from the door
and the box rattled in her hands, reminding her that she had a
package to open. Cassie made her way to the kitchen, doing her
best to avoid windows by walking briskly past them. 'Mom and Dad
really need to get some curtains'.
Finally safe in the privacy of her kitchen, the petite college
student proceeded to literally tear open the box, much like an
excited child on Christmas morning. Her efforts were promptly
rewarded when a small plastic container was found sitting at the
bottom of the box with a piece of paper underneath it. 'Huh,
wonder what this is.'
*Dear, Customer. We want to advise you that you should only use
two tablets max per day to achieve a righteous voyage. Also, if
possible, have a friend or family member present to keep you
from doing anything that might negatively impact your trip.
Thanks again for your purchase of YD3!*
"Oh ****!" Cassie blurted out loud. During the course of her
research, she remembered reading through a forum about acid
where she discovered a subsection on "trip sitters" and how if
you were going to really trip balls, it was probably a good idea
to have someone else around to keep you from doing anything
dangerous. One such post really stuck out in her mind about a
guy who explicitly stated that their sober friend had saved
their life during one of their acid trips. From what the guy had
wrote, he was practically an acid veteran, serving many tours
with the Eternal Brotherhood while tripping on the Orange
Sunshine tinted acid sold in Laguna Beach during the 70's.
However, one night, he almost walked out into traffic while
walking down Pacific Coast Highway. If not for the quick actions
of his sober friend, he would've been killed.
'****, now I gotta get someone to watch my ass so I don't walk
into a swimming pool or drown in the sink.'
A sudden rumble came from her stomach, making her thoughts turn
to breakfast. Well, breakfast for her since it was already past
noon. She grabbed a little pastic cup of yogurt and slowly
scooped up spoonful after spoonful of the Greek treat while
trying to figure out how she was going to find someone to watch
her on such short notice. On the last bite, Cassie had an
epiphany, 'Craigslist!' It would probably be a good idea post
something before she took any pills.
About ten minutes later, Cassie was looking over her posted
Craigslist ad. She had settled with "Babysitter for a small girl
who needs someone to look after her" as the bulk of the ad since
it sounded much more legitimate than what she had originally
wrote. Her original idea was to put "Trip Sitter" in the title,
but it just didn't look right. Not only did it sound suspicious
to her, but she didn't want to attract the attention of the
authorities since it was common knowledge that the police
frequented the website looking for criminals. 'Hopefully, I'll
get someone cool to watch me.' Cassie thought as she opened the
little container and poured four pills into her mouth, like they
were candy.
After only ten minutes, she recieved an email asking for an
address. She replied with her address and decided to get
dressed. Cassie wandered over to her closet, already feeling
pretty good about herself and the fact that she had someone to
watch her tonight. As she went through her wardrobe, she came
across her My Little Pony shirt and had an interesting thought.
'If I'm going to feel like a kid, I might as well dress like one
too.' Cassie stripped off her bra and put on her cute My Little
Pony shirt. However, something didn't look right, her Victoria
Secret panties just didn't fit the theme she was trying to
cultivate. She quickly dropped them and put on a pair of her old
Blues Clues panties. Standing there, dressed in clothing suited
more for a five year old than a twenty one year old, Cassie
found herself positively radiant in the splendor of youth. She
couldn't stop admiring her reflection in the mirror.
"Now, that's much betta."
Cassie giggled as she spoke, finding the sound of her voice
absolutely comical. She did a little twirl, modelling the prized
Blues Clues panties she had found after digging through her
panty drawer.
"Mush betta."
For the rest of the afternoon, Cassie spent her time watching
cartoons while giggling her ass off like a stoner. She found
herself running around her parent's house, in just her toddler
themed panties and My Little Pony shirt, during the commercial
breaks which interupted the funniest cartoons she had ever seen.
Nothing could distract her from those cartoons, even mother
nature failed to do so which had led to an embarrassing
accident.
Cassie felt a flurry of odd sensations coming from her privates.
She looked down at her soaked panties, suddenly a bit more aware
of her surroundings thanks to the warm wetness around her
crotch.
'Did I just wet my pants?'
*Ding Dong*
"Hit!" Cassie looked around, realizing that it must've been her
trip sitter. "Jus a minete!"
As she was trying to stand up, her front door opened, revealing
an eighteen year old, high school senior.
"Oh my, you poor little thing!" The younger woman stated in
surprise. "Did your mommy already leave?"
"Mai mama gon to Ari-"
Jessica walked closer to the little girl who was standing alone
in the living room, unattended. Never had she ever come across a
toddler left by themselves in just their underwear and a
t-shirt. Surely, she was going to give that mother a talking to
when she got home later tonight, probably even threaten her with
involving Child Services if the woman seemed like an unfit
mother.
"My goodness." Jessica sniffed the air, smelling urine. "Did
someone have an accident?" The babysitter asked in a sympathetic
tone.
Cassie was already embarrassed enough by being caught in just
her underwear and t-shirt, but the way this young woman talked
to her made her anxiety start to rise. It was like she thought
Cassie was just a baby or something. Suddenly everything clicked
in her mind. The combination of how short she was, mixed with
how she was dressed probably made her look like a five year old
at best. Plus, with this girl obviously being a real babysitter,
she knew that things didn't look good for her. '****! What if
she doesn't leave?!'
An overwhelming fear cane over Cassie, causing her to cry.
"It's okay, sweetheart. A lot of kids have daytime accidents and
that's why I always bring pampers."
"Dun, needum. Imma big gurl in cowage!"
Jessica simply chuckled in response, pulling out a Pampers size
six disposable from her diaper bag.
"Let's get you into a nice diapie." Jessica cooed. "I know that
once you're good and dry, everything will feel a lot better."
"Sewouswy." Cassie pouted. "Imma twendy won yews old!"
Of course the babysitter ignored Cassie and helped her lay down
on the wooden floor, her sopping wet panties clung to her petite
body. Staring up at Jessica, from her position on the ground,
the poor doped up college girl tried to talk her way out of this
embarrassing situation, but Jessica wouldn't hear of it. She
continued to talk down to her, using baby talk, as she slowly
pulled the drenched Blue Clues panties from the girl's
midsection. Cassie could only squirm and blush while her the
soggy garment was slide down her legs.
Jessica expertly lifted Cassie's legs up and slid the white
rectangle underneath the college girl's ass. With a practiced
hand, the high schooler slowly lowered Cassie onto the crinkling
diaper while cooing to her and trying to calm her tears. Before
Cassie knew what was happening, she felt Jessica lift the front
of the disposable between her legs and bring it flat over her
bare crotch.
As her babysitter pulled one of the wing into place, Cassie
found herself thinking about why she looked so bare down there.
She didn't shave much, not that there was much of anything to
shave, but she sure as hell wasn't bald down there! Jessica
pressing her hand into Cassie's hip pulled her from her
thoughts. The college student realized, with dread, that she had
just been taped into a diaper.
'Fuck. How can this night get any worse?'
*Ding Dong*
"Now who could that be?" Jessica asked to no one in particular,
she certainly didn't expect a coherent answer from her charge.
"Hello, gorgeous." A masculine voice declared. "You certainly
look a lot different from your picture."
Cassie couldn't believe her eyes. Standing there, in the
doorway, was her Italian Stallion, her freaking hulked out match
from Tinder. 'How the fuck did I forget I had a date tonight?'
"I'm flattered, but who are you?" Jessica asked the mysteriously
dashing man.
"I'm here to pick Cassie up for our date."
"I think there's been a mistake." Jessica giggled. "This little
baby is the only other girl here and I doubt you want anything
to do with her."
"That's a good point. Besides, I think this is a lot better for
me anyways. You're way hotter than that other girl." The
bodybuilder stated with a smile.
"Mister-?"
"Salvador, but my first name is Troy."
"Why don't you come inside and sit with me while I feed the
baby, Troy." The babysitter flirted with Cassie's date.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Troy and Jessica walked arm in arm over to the couch next to
where the baby sized college girl was laying. The moment they
sat down, Cassie looked up at Troy, desperate to explain things
to him. A string of babyish gibberish leaves her mouth, but
Jessica quickly scoops up the babbling baby and gives her a
bottle.
While Cassie was being bottle fed, her stomach grumbled and
shuttered. It didn't help the poor girl that Jessica was
bouncing her on her lap. With each bounce, Cassie was losing her
strenght to hold back the mess which threatened to fill up her
new diaper.
*BRRAPPT*
"I can't believe she just made poopy in her pants. I literally
just changed her diaper like two minutes ago." Jessica
explained. "I'm so sorry. I hope this doesn't ruin the mood."
"Don't worry about it. Babies always stink. Just set her down
and I'll fix the mood real quick."
Cassie realizes the room is a lot bigger almost as if she
shrunk. He laughs awkwardly and says it's okay because he thinks
Jessica is actually cuter than his match. They share a kiss and
Cassie starts crying. "Well I guess you can help babysit. She
needs a nap anyway soon" Jessica says.
They have sex in front of her.
#Post#: 178--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sex, Drugs and Regression
By: Cya Date: March 22, 2019, 5:36 am
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She takes all 5 of them cause she wants to really trip balls.
She also finds, in her research online reading drug forums that
people recommend a "trip sitter". So she puts up a Craigslist ad
looking for a "Babysitter for a small girl who needs someone to
look after her" because she assumes putting the word "trip" in
the title may look suspicious to people online. She takes 4
pills and waits
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