Ophi

No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to make any progress on casting magic. You also seem to have a worsening bedwetting problem. Whether you'll figure out that you have an innate Accidents trait that's draining all your mana to activate is yet to be seen.

The rubber suit will become thicker and more feral until you stop trying to change your own diaper.

I would also be interested in knowing. I generally just tag/CW it as Game Mechanics.

In a mood for my finger to leave a streak of colourful decoration wherever it points, whether it be across walls, objects or clothes. Or I could just maintain a point at your crotch as it becomes increasingly padded and then soaked and then messed and then hypermessed.

Blessing of not needing to piss (you just fill up your bowels with the equivalent volume of mess whenever you would've needed to go).

You can just keep pushing, the mass will come from somewhere.

Placing a bunch of ice cream tubs around your home to trigger your candymessing whenever you walk over them. When I told you that you're too much of a producer for clothes, I meant it.

Cute, dumb, zombie-like horde of people who have messed themselves. Beware their numbers or they'll pull your tail to make you mess instantly and assimilate you into the horde.

Contagious messing curse that only spreads to you after you say all the people with it are just pretending.

Returning to one of my favourite traps, the sludgy pit of living, transformative clay, and showing it a diaper so it knows what shape to sculpt onto everyone's body and force them to fill with highly frequent bouts of uncontrollable clay messing.

I didn't recognise you at first on account of the whole "turning into a sheep" thing, but the way you loaded that diaper was so unmistakably you.

If you count sheep, you'll fall asleep. If you count diapercritter sheep, you'll have an accident too. What's variable is whether you fall asleep first and become a bit more of a bedwetter/bedmesser or you have the accident first but feel yourself drifting off before you can do anything about it.

My instinct says it's a particularly big thunderstorm. And a thunderstorm for everyone around you. And a raincloud for everyone around them.

Hey, so, I walked past your potty training chart and all the gold stars went supernova. They aren't there anymore. Is that good?

Targeting a macro's diaper as you cast Terraform to Swamp.
Targeting a micro and visualising their potty training as you cast Erase Text.

It's really good! It can make certain things more palatable and introduce new dynamics like treating someone as a candy factory (kinda like milking stuff) or forcefeeding someone your output.

Soul damage, I'd have to say. The main symptom of which is making pushies.

Good idea. I'm sure this will have no consequences for the reputation of wolves.

It's hard to answer that on account of all this wool I have and words being pretty low on the list of expected sheep sounds.

Permapadded sheepdrones have become so abundant that rubber squeaking and messing grunts come to mind before bleats when thinking of sheep sounds.

Seasoned adventurers know to immediately squat and push to take half damage.

Wizards don't really know about ionising radiation so making a poison version of a ray spell is tricky. What most attempts do is cause your body to synthesise poison when hit. In your bowels. In extreme quantities.

And it only takes something being true for a second to take it from the domain of fate to the domain of reality. Nothing you can really do about it now.

Congratulations! Your fate manipulation abilities lessened the severity of me filling my diaper on your face until you wet yourself and all traces of your continence are erased from all threads of possibility to *just* me filling my diaper on your face until you wet yourself.

Sliding a toy car across your back like a racetrack and saying "oh no, a mudslide" when I reach your diaper, causing you to mess immediately and uncontrollably.

Making it so that orgasm intensity is directly proportional to the amount of clean-up required. A normal orgasm is very underwhelming, but feeling relief in a clean diaper is actually impossible. If you really want to light up those pleasure neurons, you have to mess.

Every now and again, a crown seems to appear inside the light flickering over my head. I give you a subtle knowing smile when you notice it. You look down and catch a glimpse of a diaper manifesting in the same way. Suddenly I'm less smug. I try to leave. The flickering diaper start looking soaked.

Just because you're being clone TFed, doesn't mean you suddenly get to be on equal footing. You'll be them but worse, and given that they were barely continent to begin with...

I've grown an appreciation for more awkward expressions in diaper art. Discomfort, embarrassment, confusion, vacancy. This isn't meant to be happening to you but it is. It's disruptive, it's wrong, display it.

Your brain is too overloaded by the hypnovisor to smile.

All your cybernetic senses switch off whenever you're about to use your diaper so there's nothing to distract you from the feeling of mush pushing out of you and the diaper stretching to accommodate it.