Mimic Mayhem
Moving noisily through the narrow passages of a dark dungeon, a young tiefling named Yatari had her sights set on redemption. It had been over a year since an ancient amulet cursed her with incontinence. In the time that followed, she'd gone from being a feared and noble rogue sought after by many clans to the laughingstock of the guild. But that all ended today.
A year of diligent searching had led Yatari to a dungeon that was said to belong to the person who placed the curse on the amulet in the first place. If she was going to find a way to regain her bladder and bowel control, this dungeon was her best shot.
crinkle crinkle
Rolling her eyes, the once silent rogue could only cringe at every crinkle that pierced her ears. Yatari couldn't wait to be rid of them. "Just a little bit further," she said reassuringly to herself as she checked her map for the 200th time. It was a bit obsessive but one wrong turn could ruin any chance at a diaperless future. She'd leave nothing to chance.
Arriving at a wooden door, Yatari entered the witch's potion room. The orange glow of torches lining the dungeon walls illuminated the space, letting her know that wherever this witch was, she couldn't be far. She needed to be quick if she was going to find a spell book with the knowledge to reverse this curse. Scanning the room, her eyes met a large wooden chest with a golden lock. Certainly, anything of value the witch possessed would be in there.
Prepared to bust out her lock-picking skills, Yatari knelt down next to the chest, unaware of the grave mistake she was making. As soon as she was in range, the chest opened its lid on its own, unveiling the sharp teeth and fleshy walls contained inside. How could she be so stupid not to do a perception check first?! Her moment of rushed carelessness had cost her.
Yatari tried to tuck and roll out of the way, but the long, slithering tongue of the mimic quickly wrapped itself around her leg and lifted her high into the air. Unfortunately, the sudden and erratic movements that the tongue made to subdue her jumbled up her tummy something fierce. Hanging upside down, she gritted her teeth as she helplessly pushed a sloppy load into her diaper, causing it sag in reverse.
With her right arm pinned and her body suspended, Yatari could do nothing more than scream for help and hope that whatever witch inhabited this dungeon was kind enough to keep her from becoming the mimic's next meal.
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