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Jager Darklite needs to secure a baseline monthly amount for his comic series' crowdfunding campaign to make it feasible for him to continue making art full-time, and is currently running a subscription drive. This is due to a sudden change in his situation, which has put a lot of pressure on him both mentally and financially.

Jager is a good friend of mine who makes absolutely stunning art that frankly feels as though it's tailored specifically to my tastes; involving gratuitous amounts of transformation, magic, messing, diapers, and even hypnosis! If you're into what I'm well known for, you're sure to enjoy what he's got.

He's running this campaign until around end of February, by when he'll need to be more self-reliant. He'll be making pages in the meantime to give early pledges something to enjoy until then, but he'll hopefully meet his goal and keep making more well beyond that!

Please do consider supporting another great artist who's already contributed a lot to the community. I know I would wish for the same if I was in his position, and I know y'all appreciate dedicated creators and the art they make for us, too.

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Back in '22, still in the midst of an awful depression, I tried to help myself out of it a little by picking up some kind of artistic project, since I knew that my mental health is so dependent on being creative.

I managed to write a short regression story based on an idea I had lingering in my head for a very long time (though knowing me, which ones haven't been?), and following soon after, I also made an illustration to go along with it.

Although it was a huge breakthrough for me to pick up my stylus after a months-long hiatus while suffering with my mental illness, I still felt somewhat dissatisfied with the illustration; so much so that I never published either of them publicly.

I'd been meaning to give it another go ever since then, and so I did.

I'm genuinely pleased to see the ways in which I've developed my style and technique even in recent years, since I usually find it quite difficult to notice the subtler details. Comparing it to my own work on an especially bad "off day" makes it easier to appreciate the things I know how to do, and that I do well. While it was a tad painful to go back to a time when I was genuinely struggling, acknowledging how much I've been through and how far I've come was worth the discomfort.

Today's was Crotch & Pelvis, Consciousness, and Filth, which sounded a fair bit less enticing than it ended up being. I debated putting this one up for day 17, but given that most of my Tier 2+ patrons have volunteered and claimed a slot so far, I figured I'd lean back on some of my own OCs for a bit of self-indulgence. This also made for the first sequence of the Kinktober event! Not sure if this will happen again, but we'll see if the opportunity arises without adding too much extra effort for me to get it done. This was fairly straightforward, so I wasn't about to pass up the idea.

We hadn't seen Cal in a while, so it was a really good excuse to show how he's been dealing with his reoccurring regressive curse. Looks like he's tolerating it well enough, given that it's always so kind as to make sure he's appropriately padded for whenever he gives in to the urges to be a big, incontinent baby chocobo. While he often manages to stave it off during his waking hours, the groggier parts of the evening and morning make him a prime target for some very sudden and equally intense infantilizing. That's okay though, at least he comes around real quick whenever it does happen, and is always immediately rewarded with some very pleasant, happy feelings once he's done regressing.

His budget for replacement underwear must be getting stretched just as badly as his swelling pampers, though.

Shortly after I got the story done, I was inspired to pick up my stylus again and sketch out the main scene. My rustiness is definitely showing, but I'm still happy to have gotten some art done after so long.

Here's poor little Stacey uncontrollably soaking and filling her jogging shorts in the middle of her confusing regression.

Since drawing hasn't been coming to me easily, I figured I could try exercising some creativity by doing some writing instead. So, I scribbled out a little idea I've had bouncing around in my head for a long time now. It was a lot of fun to make, and maybe I could illustrate it sometime in future.

Even though writing isn't really my mainstay, I still hope you like it!

It was a bright and sunny day, and Stacey was out for a jog. She decided to take a different route than the usual for a bit of a change of pace. The brisk air swept gently through her fur; it felt great and offered some calm to process all the stressful business meetings she had that day.

As the cat turned a corner to start heading back, she noticed that a shoelace had come untied. She slowed to a stop, jogging lightly on the spot while scoping out her surroundings. The brightly coloured sign of a daycare stood nearby, held up behind a short wall that presented a convenient perch for a foot to prop up against. After few more hops in place and a little shake to loosen up, she lifted her leg and stepped on the wall.

Just as the sole drew close, an imperceptibly small spark arced from the wall to the shoe's base. Her bladder twinged slightly, making her stance shift along with it. It was straight back home and right to the potty with her after this.

… Potty? What was she thinking? With cheeks flushed from confusion, she tried directing her attention back to the task, but it suddenly proved to be a lot more daunting than anticipated. With laces in hand, Stacey stared down bewildered for a few prolonged moments, as urgency rapidly snuck up on her.

A little whimper escaped her throat, uncertainty gave way to desperation, and the grown up kitty started to squirm. Loose laces immediately forgotten, her foot landed back on the ground and an energetic potty dance on the spot was quick to ensue. She wriggled and writhed, mewling helplessly as her tummy cramped and tensed up, out of control. In an instant, a wet patch formed at the front of the tight jogging shorts, spreading down her thighs shortly before larger droplets splashed on the floor between her feet.

Tears welled up a little in her eyes and a thumb quickly found its way into her mouth, big girl thoughts spilling away and replaced by overwhelming, babyish urges that threw her off just a moment ago. Her tummy cramped a second time, and with a squat, her efforts involuntarily redoubled.

… Potty! She grunted as her body gave in to instinct and bore down hard. Her tail lifted up and twitched, cheeks spread, and panties bulged beneath her as a soft, mushy load forced itself out without the slightest bit of resistance left from the kitten. Cheeks flushed and a meek little moan elicited forth from ovewhelming relief, while she stood there wondering what just happened to her.

"Aww, what's the matter little one? Did you have an accident?" Stacey's heart skipped a beat as the lilting voice tickled her ears in a way she wasn't expecting at all. Turning around, she was met by the sight of a bear who seemed to tower over her, making her feel all the more tiny and helpless in her current state. She nodded, right on the verge of crying. "It's alright sweetie. After all, that's why you're supposed to be in diapers, isn't it?"

Diapers, of course! It made so much sense to her all of a sudden; she wanted her diapers so badly! The thin and increasingly clammy panties and shorts she was wearing were so uncomfortable against her wet crotch and messy bottom, and a desperate need quickly overcame her from the kind woman's thoughtful suggestion. She nodded eagerly while still sucking on her thumb, tears rolling down her cheeks at the mere thought of being without her comfy, cushy underwear.

"Well then let's get you padded up right away, shall we?" the bear offered a large paw to lead her inside, and Stacey eagerly complied, waddling along in her bulgy, soiled pants in tow.

The daycare's playroom echoed with giggles from its newest addition.

Stacey played in her pen without a care in the world, comforted by and wanting nothing more than to be swaddled up in her diapers. Her tummy gave a little rumble and right on cue, she clutched a plushie tight; face scrunched up, tail flagged high, and her diaper promptly bulged out nice and full beneath it.

With a satisfied little sigh, she held out her plushie again and smiled wide, getting right back to business.