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Looking for female characters are available for "Mommy" scene, sexual workout scene, shower & breeding scene and "unknown" scene. If you're interested, please PM me.

On the sandy beaches of the Utopian Curse Island, there were no conventional bathrooms anywhere. Not even a designated location for bathroom breaks. Winona Cottonbottom, her diapered hips swaying this way and that, considered her options carefully. Going into the ocean would mean certain death for the sexy Whimsicott because her wet cotton would weigh her down and drag her under the sea. Approaching the lush jungles meant a risk of facing venomous creatures, ones who would have no problem vanquishing her in the shade. This was her last diaper for a while yet, and wetting it now would emit a sickly Sweet Scent that guaranteed unwanted encounters with the monsters who feasted on biological lifeforms. ... "Wait a minute," she said in English. "Am I wearing a pull-up or a taper?" She fondled with it for several minutes until it slid down. "Aha! It's a pull-up! So I can just pee here and no other creatures will notice unless they walk here!" So she took it off, put it on her lobes, and sat down. Then a deluge sprayed out of her, barraging the sand in front of her. "HAAAAAAAAAAAA..." Winona sighed out her relief. "Wow, that's quite a bit of it... and the sound... ohhhhh, the sound! It's so undeniably relaxing and so incredibly sexy..." she really liked the whole experience, including her vivid desperation. Even then, she felt better off not wetting herself... this time. She stayed quiet for the rest of her break, enjoying the pure bliss of urinating in an open area. ... When Winona was finished springing her leak, she wiped herself off. "Phew!" she joyfully whistled, relieved of her bodily burden. "Woo... boy, I reeeeally needed to take that pee break! Hee hee hee hee! And now—" she sniffed the sand in the immediacy in front of her— "it smells like pee, alright... oh, good gravy, that stinks so much, it's a pleasure to whiff." Sniff after sniff followed for a few moments. "...you know what? I think I'll just wear my pull-up as a naughty beanie as I resume my leisurely stroll on the Alolan beachside." It wasn't long until she ran into someone... (Anyone can respond. One Dreamer at a time, please!)

I posted a new character! Her name is Winona, and I plan to put her into a side story where she has a lot of sex friends. BTW, Winona is a Whimsicott with a diaper fetish. ... She might not be the only character I can design, however. If it's okay with you, I can make more characters.

*UNDER CONSTRUCTION* *Sleep and the land of dreams was no escape for Cassandra either, the harshness of reality always being present whether she were awake or asleep. Perhaps it was even worse when sleeping as reality no longer had any bearing on what happened. Could one blame her for thinking this, given that it was her dreams that first drew the attention of the Church of Utopia, the dominant religion back in her home world. Whether it existed anywhere else, she herself did not know or care. She was just a simple girl, born into a family of healers in a prosperous village some days away from the capital of Sylphenhold. The word 'universe' was supposed to mean nothing to her and yet it did and the fact that she blurted it out earlier was mystifying to her. She was supposed to know nothing of this...or much else. Yet, she did and she possesses knowledge that far exceeds someone of her age and station. How? She had no idea but she did not want to know. All she knew was that it bought nothing but disaster to her and those around her. Perhaps the Church of Utopia was right, perhaps she was the reincarnation of 'the Mother of All Evil'. How else could she have forbidden knowledge? Why else would the Church kill her parents and raze her entire hometown to the ground if it wasn't for that? It would have been better for everyone she knew...if she was never born. At least, they would be alive...that is what she thought. That one thought had consumed her entire mind since the day she saw them all die...and she wasn't even there to do anything. Of course, what could she really do? She was just a normal girl, right? It wasn't her fault they all died right? However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not erase her feelings of guilt or stop the nagging and intrusive thoughts that questioned her very being. If she were honest with herself, perhaps she was jealous of those that died. After all, their suffering was over now. They would join all the others in paradise, she hoped. Though...in all likelihood, they were as damned as she was. Well, according to what she was told...her very existence damned them all. Perhaps only with the grace of their god could they be saved. Surely...that would happen right? They were innocent, all of them!* *In the end though...there was no answer. No matter how hard or how much she tried to think...there was no answer forthcoming. Only sadness and regret...and the spiral of madness. No matter whom she prayed to including the Lightbringer of her parents, there was no one to listen to Cassandra's prayers. As the 'Mother of All Evil, there would be no peace for her for all eterinity. According the the Church of Utopia, the 'Mother of All Evil' was a mistake from their very conception. While it is a divine mystery how they came to be, the holy texts suggest that they predate the creation of this world and were an old foe of Utopia from long ago, banished to Nothingness for reality's good. Though they were banished to Nothingness, due to their powers, they still tried to influence mortals in any world that Utopia created. The era where Utopia was the sole ruling deity in its reality is known as the Era of Perfection. In this era, there was no pain and suffering for mortals and many marvels and miracles occured under the watchful eye of Utopia. All was good in the world and everything in the world was good. Mortals florished under the guiding hand of Utopia, reaching great heights. Though the 'Mother of All Evil' tried on many occassions to derail Utopia's plan, they always failed thanks to the Eternal Hero of Legend. However, despite repeated defeats by the Eternal Hero of Legend, the influence of the 'Mother of All Evil' persisted. In fact, over time, it seemed to grow stronger and stronger...until they Emerged. Rising out of the dark void that the Light of Utopia kept at bay for eons, her existence was and is the very definition of bane and disparity itself. A darkness so deep that even the Light of Utopia could not penetrate or dispel, a being of such evil that even reality could be warped and destroyed by it. Seemingly as powerful as Utopia themselves, their arrival signalled the end of the Era of Perfection where mortals knew no pain and suffering and lived in Paradise Eternal. In fact, the Emergence of the 'Mother of All Evil' signalled the start of the Fallen Age where man no longer could live in Paradise Eternal and all living things were cursed with mortality. Much was lost during the Fallen Age. During the Fallen Age, mortals lost the gifts and miracles they had gained under the protection of Utopia. In fact, they seemed to fall from 'grace' and from the heavens themselves and were reduced to an almost barbarian state. With the light of correct knowledge and the protection of Utopia seemingly lost, mortals were seemingly doomed. Mortals were splintered into many different groups...each fighting for whatever scraps they could find and under whatever banner they could make. There was no longer one god but many different gods and many different goods, all fighting and competing with each other for followers.* *However, as the Church of Utopia maintains, Utopia has their Divine Plan and all mortals are part of their Divine Plan. If it was the case that the 'Mother of All Evil' emerged despite everything, then it must have been preordained as part of the Divine Plan. Perhaps it was punishment for mortals' lack of faith or judgement against mortals for their sins. Whatever the reason, the Fallen Age occured and man was cast from its paradise. Even the Eternal Hero of Legend seemed to disappear during this era. However, Utopia never lost its belief in mortals and despite everything, picked up the pieces of the broken world and started to rebuild. It took ages for mortals to return to a state resembling polite society and it was thanks to The Church of Utopia. Even during the Fallen Age, there were those that still believed in Utopia and maintained its existence. Those people, the great Disciples, would prove to be instrumental in rebuilding the world where Cassie was born...or so was said. Whether it had any relation to the truth as it happened didn't really matter in the end. It served its function of creating a story that justified the order and relative peace the people of Sylphenhold and other cities like it experienced. Under the banner of the Church of Utopia, the mortals of Cassie's world were united once again.* *Around and around her mind the vexacious thoughts went, never stopping and never resting. Much like mortal history, the thoughts in Cassie's mind looped over and over, causing her mind to twist and contort itself to try to hold itself together. Was there any use to this though, her struggle?* *As the storm rolled over and the pitch black darkness of night fell, the cave fell into a maddening silence. Apart from Cassandra's soft breathing as she slept and the wind blowing outside the cave, it was strangely quiet. Sure, there were most likely wild animals and beasts outside but for some reason, none dared to come close to the cave. Even if this was a natural shelter from the elements, no animal seemed to want to venture towards this cave. Was something amiss or was it just good fortune?*

Location: On the Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin was not expecting a response from her, and he didn’t say anything more so that she could rest quietly. He kept his gaze on the forest, while keeping an ear out for his companion. He listened as her breathing slowly evened out, indicating that she was asleep. He tore his eyes from the forest to look at her sleeping form. After a moment, he reached up to gently brush some of her hair from her face. He hummed softly, humming a tune that was popular with lullabies. He had composed several himself for his children, but he had no words for Cassandra. He hoped that the tune itself would help calm her and improve her dreams. It was his attempt to let her unconscious mind know that she was safe, and that he was here for her. Even as he hummed softly, he turned his attention back out towards the forest as the thunder began to get quieter, indicating that the storm had rolled over them and was heading further inland. The rain was beginning to let up, and most of what he could hear now was the pittering of droplets raining from the trees above. It began to get harder to see the further the sun sank below the horizon, plunging the world into darkness. All Dezrin could do was remain awake and alert, ready to react to any kind of danger.

*Charming as his smiles might be to other people, they were lost on Cassandra as she was now. The concept of 'charming' no longer existed in her dictionary, as were many other concepts that would ordinarily be there. As bare as her dictionary was of terms, it was not yet empty. For a moment, she wondered if the original inhabitants of this cave would return. Certainly, if they did, they would perhaps be pleased since they would have more food to eat. Whether or not she survived such an encounter did not matter much to Cassandra, death was meaningless here for her as was escape. Though she did not know him long, she hoped if worse came to worse, that Dezrin would escape rather than stay and die with her. She knew not whether he could fight against anything on this island. All she could figure was that she was a burden. Though as tired as she was, she couldn't help but resist the urge to sleep. Sleep was when the nightmares came, when the dreams came. It was those dreams among other things that got her into this mess in the first place. When Dezrin suggested that she should sleep, she almost had the urge to laugh at him. But fortunately, fatigue prevented her from doing anything. Such as her life was now that freedom of choice had no implications for her as she had neither. Perhaps she just just lie down for now. There was nothing else to do...and leaving this cave was no option. It didn't take long for Cassandra to drop off to a seemingly quiet slumber...thhough peaceful it would not be for her.*

Aurora is still free as well! I haven't gotten around to discussing any possibilities to roleplay with anyone, but if you have an interest in her then feel free to share!

Welcome @SilverGirl20. Feel free to post and get your character into the swing of things. At the moment, as most of my characters are still WIP, Lexi is the only one who is free. Dezrin is busy with Cassandra, and won't be interested in much interaction with others right now as he wants to focus himself completely on her.

Location: On the Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin could hear Cassandra shifting around behind him, but chose instead to concentrate on staring out into the forest. Due to the heavy, dark clouds, the forest was dim, preventing him from being able to see that far into the forest. The leaves seemed to shiver as the thunder rumbled in a discontented fashion, as if annoyed that they had managed to seek shelter. He found it quite soothing to listen to the rain and the soft rumbling of the thunder, allowing him to relax. He still remained on guard, though, just in case something or someone attacked them. Cassandra was defenseless right now, and it was up to him to ensure that she was safe. When he heard her voice, he turned his head to look at her. He gave her one of his charming smiles as he shook his head, “I won’t. The clothes look good on you. Really bring out your eyes.” He told her before he looked back out into the rain, “It might be a good idea for you to get some sleep. You’re exhausted, and need the rest now that you’ve had some nutrients. You’ll feel better when you wake up. I will keep watch over you, so that you’re safe.” He looked back at her to see what she would say. He knew she didn’t trust him, but she needed to sleep at some point, and he wasn’t that concerned for himself. He could go several days before the dire need for sleep came to him, and she was in an exhausted state meaning that she was in much more need of it than he was.

*If Cassandra were in the mood, she would have laughed at Dezrin's comment but alas she couldn't even manage a smirk. She watched as Dezrin rummaged through his pack and pile the clothes neatly on her lap. She noticed that the clothes were strangely suited to any gender, which was different to how clothes would be back home. Not that she minded what she was given at this point but it just seemed to add more credence to this man's story like all the other strange phenomenon that she experienced on this island, including the obvious ones. When he said he was going to turn around to give her some privacy, Cassandra was going to ask him why he would bother with such a thing given that she had been naked all this time. But she figured it was just a way to make her feel more comfortable around him, even though Cassandra figured such a trifling thing wouldn't matter. As the man turned around, she decided to put the clothes on as there was really no point not doing so. If the clothes were somehow cursed with some nasty effect, it would hardly matter to Cassandra. It would have to be one hell of a curse to cancel out or override the curses she was already under. She could sense nothing abnormal about the clothes she had been given, it just seemed to be regular clothes. Slowly and carefully, she got up and started to put on the clothes she had been given. She had little idea of the material they were made from but they seemed to be of the light yet hardy variety. The fact that they were also comfortable made her wonder if this material was foreign to her world as well in some regards. Perhaps it was made from material whose existence and presence had been lost in her world. Whatever the case was, at least she had clothing to wear. Now, Dezrin had mentioned that the cloak was one that regulated body temperature. She was still a bit skeptical of that but given everything else he had said had lined up, she had little reason to doubt. She was very sure that the cloak was more than a simple cloak, while she could not sense any magic in it, there had to be something else to it. Probably some sort of technology, which was not available on her world. After she had put on the clothing, including the cloak, she could feel her body temperature becoming more stable.* "...You can turn around now...Dezrin." Cassandra replied in a uncertain tone. "I hope you don't regret the decision to lend me clothes."

Location: Earth, the fast food joint where Leon eat before he is transfered. A buxom blonde is entering the fast food joint and silently follows a brunnete in front of him, which is not other than the most ignorant human in the history, aka Leon Dimitri himself. Few men take their eyes to see this girl as she has a pretty sexy body beneath her pink dress that is quite closed enough. Many know but Leon himself knew but pretend to not know that there is one blonde girl that follows him since he came to this fast food joint. This girl, Claire Graham, is ordering some food and purposedly sitting in the seat table right next of this super ignorant yet super powerful magic user, Leon himself didn't care about her and just eating his food. As long as she doesn't act like a clingy girl and cling on him like always, he will pay no mind on who is who. Leon is a simply too ignorant and maybe this ignorance will bring him something bad. Claire is shaking her hips as a sign of embarassment and try to talk to Leon, she has a feeling that she can't be too far from this Leon guy. "H-Hey, Leo... Whhaaa!!!" She don't even have a chance to greet him. Yet, she is also pulled to that said shining paper, which is the last thing she saw before Leon, his finished foods, and an old man. Claire even dont know who he is, but definitely this old person is a threat both to Leon and Claire herself. At least, she was greatful that God heard her prayers all along, it is to have Claire herself always be with Leon the ignorant magician in his side and always go the same place as his. But she doesn't like the idea of bring brought to another place, which it should have been deadly. She is a pure normal human that only have her body and beauty as her main selling point, and maybe some skills that any normal human woman can possibly have to make a "good house" with Leon. She thinks of Leon as someone that she wants to be and already know him for a good while to make an approach to Leon. Location: Somewhere around the beach in the island She was stranded in some part of an island but she was a quite far away from Leon. She decided to wake up as she is also falling to the island and being like a stranded woman in this place. This blonde starts to search for any resources that she knew and it seems she found a banana and her imagination gone wild as she saw a banana tree. She is imagining something but it is related to Leon any other ways, but she snapped it out from her mind. She does aware that this place is kind of a dangerous place and she can feel many of the beasts are waiting in this island to take on her and kill her. This makes her to remember that... She. Has. To. Find. Leon. Quickly. * It seems Claire may have been to clingy to Leon, but it is for survival. Claire also doesn't know any strong entity and strong person other than Leon himself. But else than that, she just wants to be with him ever since she met him again after few years of separation, like something in her heart refuse any men but Leon. So, being with Leon is the best for her and for himself to. Claire know that she won't be a burden to Leon and will do the best to fulfil his wishes, even the most naughty ones. She is tracking Leon and search for him, and she has a hunch that Leon is nearby and she is more than ready to met him after eating some bananas and drink some water from nearby clean water source that she luckily found but she never knew who was the owner, it is by her own dumb luck. In before she can see a storm being disturbing her, She have to find Leon sooner or she will be sick due to the storm that is happening, but again, she is a normal human so maybe the storm will do something to both Leon and Claire. Leon is sure already in the forest and she just follow the shoe trace from Leon's shoes which maybe she know that he is the only one who came with full clothing else than her, lucky she choose to wear shoes today. "Leon, where are you? I think I really need your help now." She thought, there are some few parts of her life where make her think that Leon is a special one in her heart. *Purposedly became a One Liner for Plot reasons

Location: On the Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin didn’t say anything as Cassandra seemed to draw into herself. He had a vague idea as to the kind of thoughts she was saying, thoughts he didn’t honestly understand as to him, they were pointless and quite beneath her. He wasn’t qualified to deal with it, and would prefer to leave that job to his sister, who he hoped would help her through it. All he could do was just be there for Cassandra. He knew it wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing and completely dismissing her. Because despite what Cassandra thought, her existence did mean something, even if she chose to live in denial of it because she preferred the more comfortable and familiar nihilism. She was not the first person to think along those lines, nor would she be the best. It was also why he didn’t react to her strange expression, her choice of words, or the manner in which she spoke, “Well no, of course they don’t fit me. As amazing as my figure is, I can’t fit into clothes of your size.” Dezrin told her as he opened his pack again and shuffled around for the clothes. He pulled the items out and piled them onto Cassandra’s lap. There was a pair of underwear, both a bra and knickers, along with a set of trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. He also gave her a set of thigh highs, along with a pair of sturdy looking boots that looked as if they would be able to weather all kinds of terrain. The last thing he did was pull out a full length Eldyrannth cloak which he added to the top of the pile, “I know I’ve kind of already seen you naked, but I’ll turn and look out the cave while you dress. I advise putting the cloak on; it should regulate your body temperature.” He told her before he shifted so that his back was to the cave, and her, while he looked outside. It was a display of complete trust, as he was still sat with his legs crossed, his hands in his lap and his back completely exposed to her. If she were to decide to attack, he would not be able to respond in time.

*At first, Cassandra did not seem to respond to Dezrin in any way. In fact, it seemed as if Cassandra was not responding at all. Was she comatose or something? If he looked closer into her eyes, it was possible he would notice that she lacked any sort of 'spark' in her eyes. He would be able to tell she was indeed still breathing but perhaps that was about it. He would not be able to easily tell if she registered anything he had said unless he read her mind, which perhaps wouldn't exactly be the best idea as she wasn't in the best state for that. Though if he knew her or at least remembered what she was like at this point in time, Dezrin could make the argument that she did register what he was saying but was choosing to remain silent as there was little for her to do but agree. Would Dezrin be curious as to why she was acting this way? The likely answer was that he already knew why she was acting like this as he stated earlier he was from 'her future' and probably didn't need to be reminded. For Cassandra at this time, it really didn't matter in any sense of the word what she thought or did. She was no 'god' and yet mortals would deny that she was one of them. On this island, wherever it was, even death was denied to her and that was the only 'freedom' she had left. She might as well just be an object or part of the environment, something to be used and exploited...perhaps not even that. Her existence no longer had 'real' relevance.* *When Dezrin asked her if she would like something to wear, Cassandra gave him a strange look...as if he had just said something nonsensical.* "Seeing that you have said the clothes don't fit you, I suppose there's nothing for it." Cassandra replied in a non-committal manner. Perhaps Dezrin would recognise in her non-committal answer some genuine confusion. Why would this man bother asking her, as if she matttered?

Location: On the Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin continued to look at her with patient eyes. If he was annoyed at her snapping, he didn’t show it. Instead, he rested his elbow on his knee before resting his chin in his hand as he continued smiling at her in a rather boyish fashion. When she apologised, he didn’t wave it aside, but said, “You’re right. You have no idea how my universe works. Just like both of us have no idea how the universe works for the gentlemen who tried to give you that dress earlier.” He paused for a moment to let her absorb his words before he continued, “When I say that the island defies all logic, I really mean that. Logic that you and I find quite reasonable, and grounded in reality in both of our universes, flies out of the window here on the island. No doubt you’ve already noticed things that don’t conform to the universe that you’re familiar with.” Dezrin turned his head back towards the entrance when there was a flash of light, followed closely by a loud rumble that felt as if it shook the very cave that they were huddled in. It was likely to continue for hours. Already the air was becoming more chilled, taking on a sharper quality. He was glad for the clothes that he was wearing that ensured that his body temperature was well regulated. He then turned to look back at Cassandra once again, “But you never answered my question. Would you like something to wear? It’s only going to get colder, and I think you might be a little more comfortable if you weren’t sitting there naked.” He then gave her a friendly grin, hoping that she would relax enough to accept his offer. After all, all she was doing to accomplish by a stubborn refusal is getting sick. It was unlikely to kill her; just be irritating.