Walking along the sidewalk by herself, the 22 year old Anna paused when a glint caught her eye. Looking down, the sight of an intricately designed ring caught her attention.
“Lucky me, about time.” She spoke to herself as she bent down to pick it up.
It was beautiful, that much was certain, and also slightly too large for her, but she figured she could at least keep it on her middle finger as she slid it on.
“What? The?” She gasped softly, as the loose-fitting ring shrank slightly so that it now fit on her finger snugly. “Weird.” She decided she could worry about it later as she resumed her march home.
Some twenty minutes later and she was now just entering her bedroom, tossing her hooded sweater on her bed and sitting by her desk when a squelching noise made her stop. Pulling her baggy camo pants down to her knees, the diaper she wore was stained yellow at the front, the mushiness from her ass pressing into her butt cheeks.
For as long as she could remember, a problem with her nerves meant that two specific parts of her didn’t operate properly, forcing her to wear diapers throughout her life since she didn’t have any good control over her bowels or bladder.
“I wish they were at least clean.” She sighed, used to this by now but still unhappy with her incontinence.
That was when the stains, and the pile in her partially-filled diaper vanished, the smell of the waste dissipating having never been there to begin with.
“Eh?” She blurted, not quite knowing what had happened for a moment. One minute she was sitting in a used diaper, the next they were as clean as if she’d just put them on.
Now she properly looked at the ring she wore, and a suspicion came into her mind. The fact that her mess had cleaned itself just after she’d wished for it, and the fact that the ring had seemingly resized itself to fit on her finger perfectly aroused her interest. Perhaps this ring she had was the cause of it? There was one way for her to find out.
“I wish I wasn’t wearing my pants, they are laying on top of my hoodie.” She spoke, testing her theory out.
A theory that proved true when she found that they weren’t on anymore, just the tank-top, sneakers and still-clean diaper. Turning on the chair let Anna see that her pants were where she said they’d be, sprawled over her sweater.
“Whoa. Is this? For real?” Anna murmured under her breath, looking again at the ring she now wore.
If it could do more than this, perhaps, she could eliminate her incontinence, and never need to wear diapers again. Or maybe make it so no-one gave her grief over her need of them? Briefly the idea of simply doing away with them and letting it out where she pleased entertained her mind before she knocked it away with a shake of her head. Not least because she didn’t yet know what, if any, limits there might be to this Ring. More testing would be needed to assess its capabilities, the question she asked herself being, just how would she test it?