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By Kitty Angel · Posted
7. Next Steps “Carter?” I asked, eyes widening. Of course I’d heard her perfectly, but the question was my instinctive attempt to delay for a second or two while I got my thoughts in order. I’d just managed to stop worrying about what my coworkers might have said to the executives, and now the question was coming out of nowhere. “Yes, Carter,” Bracewell repeated. “And I’d like to make clear that I am asking this not as your indirect supervisor, or as the head of HR for this facility, but as a friend of the family. You are under no obligation to answer me here, I can’t demand anything without it becoming official business. But I want to be sure that nobody is going to hurt her.” “I wouldn’t!” I said. “I was just trying to make a friend! I mean…” and I knew there wasn’t much else I could say there. Not without explaining everything. “Look, I haven’t got many friends. But I recently started going to the Hill Green Clinic with concerns about my emotional stability. Dr Lentz confirmed that I should be trying to make more friends, which I kind of already knew but was too scared to admit. But everybody I know in the office is so used to me talking all business, all the time… if I talk to them about other stuff they’ll be waiting for something to make it work related, and it gets really awkward. But Carter? I realised I’d never actually given her a task, and we got talking over coffee in the break room. We’ve not got much in common, but it’s enough that I could try to… Well, to think of her as a friend. And I do think it’s helping me. Helping her too, I hope. She’s getting a bit more work now, because I found out that she was spending a lot of time bored because people don’t feel like they can assign her anything. But I hope she understands that she’s under no obligation to follow orders from me.” “I see,” she said with a little smirk. “Very well, Mr Gordon. I see you’re nervous, which is understandable. And I think it is brave of you to tell me so much about your own status. I do believe that you and Belle could be good for each other. In fact, I think she might have considered telling you her other name. That will be a sign that she really trusts you. But before it comes to that point, let me promise you… If you hurt that girl, I will break you. Do you understand me? She has been through a lot already, and she deserves a safe space. She needed to meet somebody who will judge her for what she can do, without prying into the issues that might have held her back in the past, or judging her on the basis of the times when she was at her lowest.” “I… I don’t know what I can say to that,” I said. “I haven’t asked about it, I don’t think it’s my business. But if she wants to talk about anything, I’m there to listen. I can’t form opinions based on something I don’t understand. And… I don’t know what the deal with her name is. I’ve got a bag of special coffee in the break room with my name on it, so she called me Gordon when I offered some. Sticking to surnames turned into like a private joke. Is there more to it than that? Do I have to prove myself somehow before I use her first name?” “Nothing like that,” she said. “But I get the impression that you are desperately trying to put together a clear enough picture of the situation so you can avoid saying the wrong thing. And I hope I’m right about that, because it lets me hope that you will be a good friend and protector.” “I’ll try,” I said. “I think it’s finding friends that I’m not so good at.” I’d had friends at school, after all, and I knew that they would all have trusted me with anything. It was only now that I was starting from scratch that it had become a problem. “There’s something else you want to ask?” she said, one immaculately shaped eyebrow arching upwards, and piercing grey eyes staring with an intensity that made me feel she was reading deepest secrets off the back of my skull. “I just…” I stammered. “I don’t know if you’ve heard the rumours. I overheard a few, even if most of the people here wouldn’t tell me directly. That she got the posting here because someone in the upper echelons has a soft spot for her. The rumours say a sugar daddy, or something. I’m pretty sure that’s not the right picture, but…” “You want to know if I was instrumental in her employment,” she said. “And if so, you want to know what our relationship is. Because you’re scared of stepping on my toes. Right?” “Because if any of the things they say are true, there’s a part of me that worries what would happen to her job if you fell out,” I snapped back, and then remembered who I was talking to. I was surprised to find how much I cared for someone who had been my friend for less than two weeks, but something in the animal part at the back of my mind was ready to pounce the instant I thought that someone might hurt her. I looked back up at the woman towering over me, and my hands clenched up as I waited for derision or wrath. But Bracewell just laughed. “I think I like you, Cain Gordon,” she said. “You have quite the paternal instinct, for someone who’s only six years younger than you. And I think that I should tell you a little, at least. You want to know our relationship, but it might be hard to find terminology you would be familiar with. Tell me, do you know about any kind of… unconventional relationships?” “Not unless you count the kind of wish-fulfilment stories people post on FictionLibrary and FetishLibrary,” I answered, and realised too late what I was admitting to. Still, if the mere mention of a guilty pleasure wasn’t enough to disturb her, I didn’t think things could get any worse if I explained in more detail. So I continued: “The things people write because they wish it could happen to them, but coming up with the stories is the closest they can get. Sometimes it’s interesting to see what people are into, and try to get into someone else’s head. I guess that’s another form of living vicariously.” That wasn’t something I’d ever put into words before, even in my own head, but I was pretty sure that I’d accurately summed up why I read those unusual stories. “I’m not sure I quite understand,” she said, and shrugged. “Your kink is not my kink, and that’s okay. But I do know one thing about that site, and that’s that you can search by all kinds of criteria, including the kinds of characters who have relationships.” I nodded. You could easily search for stories where a doctor dominated a werewolf, or something like that, and there were something like sixty different relationship types, conveying different degrees of exclusivity and of power dynamic, as well as more specific types of interaction. That was one of the reasons I looked for fiction on those sites and not anywhere else; it made it possible to specify with great accuracy what you were looking for, and even if I wasn’t particularly into any of those niche situations, the precise filters meant that people who knew exactly what they wanted could stick to reviewing things that fit their tastes; and that meant that the reviews were a lot more helpful than they were on any other story-posting site. “Well, if you know those relationship types, are you familiar with a character tagged as ‘under protection of’ another?” “I’ve come across it,” I said, guardedly. “So like, if the protagonist is naïve and innocent, going to some weird kind of fetish party for the first time, he’ll have like an older mentor keeping an eye on him. Somebody making sure he understands what’s safe and what isn’t, and watching out for bad guys who might prey on the newcomer.” “Right. So my husband and I are protecting Belle, to make sure she can find someone who will look after her. It’s not a romantic attraction, and there’s nothing happening between us. It just means that we are watching out for her, like her parents might if they were still in the picture. So hurt her and you will regret it. But I think your own conscience would see to that.” “I won’t hurt her,” I said, and I meant it more than I had ever thought possible. Did that mean that I had some feelings for the girl that I hadn’t fully understood yet; or was it just that I couldn’t stand the thought of my friend getting hurt? “And yeah,” she said, as if the serious conversation had never happened. “I suggested that she apply here. But her scores on the aptitude tests are all her own. I can’t fix that for her, she needs to have the talent and intelligence, or she wouldn’t be here. I encouraged her, but she didn’t get a free ride. You’ve already seen that she’s a smart girl, haven’t you?” This time I could only nod, and I didn’t know what else to say. Thankfully I didn’t need to contribute anything more, because with that conversation over Bracewell left the room. I was alone with my thoughts again; but my thoughts didn’t let me get away easily. I had to consider if I saw Carter as a friend or if I wanted something else. I knew that we should be friends; and that I really wasn’t ready for any kind of emotional entanglement. But there could be a big difference between what I should do and what I was actually feeling; and I didn’t know how to be sure what my instincts wanted. None of my thoughts towards her had been intimate, or explicit. But I’d felt a few times like I wanted to protect her from the world, like anything that hurt her would mean a failure on my part. Was that a part of friendship, or a sign of something more? It was hard to think for the rest of the day, and I found that I wasn’t getting as much work done as I would have liked while those thoughts swirled around and around in my head, never reaching any kind of conclusion. In fact, when the clock chimed and the more traditional members of the team started to file out of the office, there were still tasks incomplete on my daily planner. I sighed, turned up the volume on my sound system, and cued up Panik Defenze. It wasn’t something I would normally listen to while working; too loud and too intense. And there was no way my typing fingers could ever keep up with Sleight’s crazed ten-minute drum solos. But sometimes I just needed something powerful to blow away the cobwebs in my mind and keep me from thinking about anything else. That was when Recurzion’s early work was exactly what the doctor called for. Nearly an hour later, my fingers on the keys moved in a counterpoint to the cacophony coming from the speakers, and all the reports that I needed to finish today were done with. I knew that anyone else in my position would probably have decided to go home at the same time as everyone else and add those jobs to tomorrow’s list, but I wasn’t everyone else. I did jobs when they needed doing, and I wouldn’t have been able to sleep tonight if I’d given up early. I looked up, stretched out my tired fingers, and only then noticed a slim figure leaning against the door frame. “Is that a grin of pride?” Carter asked. “You’re in late tonight.” “I had work to catch up on,” I said with a shrug. “It took longer than I thought. Were you… waiting for me?” “Not for long. I was going to ask if you want to get dinner. But I think you’ve had a long day, and you need to relax. Those MealKit things come with instructions, right? And they’re supposed to be easy? So let me ;earn to cook for you, I’ll have a new experience, and you’ll be able to relax after a hard day in the office.” I fished around for words, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. She wanted to learn to cook better, I knew that much already, and I didn’t want to stand in the way. I heard myself saying “Okay”, and that was all there was to it. We were walking back to my house, and I was too tired now to wonder whether that had to mean something. -
Hi everyone, I’m Candy. I create soft ABDL stories focused on care, comfort, and adult regression. I’m currently uploading a free miniseries on my Patreon. The videos are made with AI, and although I write and work in Spanish, I’m also adding **English subtitles** so more people can follow the story. The first series is called **Sean and His Brothers**. It follows Sean, an 18-year-old who starts needing more care than he expected, and how his older brothers respond with patience, honesty, and a lot of tenderness. No mockery. Just support. The miniseries is completely free. You can watch it here: patreon.com/CandyAB I’m also working on a movie project, and I’ll keep posting updates and more exclusive content on that same page. Any support, even just watching and sharing feedback, would mean a lot and would help me keep creating. If soft, emotional ABDL stories are your thing, I’d love for you to take a look. Thank you so much, Candy -
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By Firefly 35 · Posted
2 things I think are seriously lacking in ABDL clothing: 1. Glow in the dark anything. I've yet to see any kind of glow in the dark clothing in the ABDL community. Pull Ups used to make glow in the dark training pants many years ago but they were discontinued and there hasn't been any glow in the dark diapers made since as far as I know. 2. Furry themed clothing. It would be nice to see more clothing options designed specifically for babyfurs like, for example: - Better quality animal costumes, perhaps with different color options (ie, blue panda, purple fox, etc). - Cloth diapers designed to accommodate tails. - Swimwear with an alligator, shark, or other animal design that includes flotation padding. - Standalone animal tails that are secured with a belt and not a clip like most are. It would also be cool if there were onesies or pants with an inside pocket for a vibrator for those who are into "dark" ageplay. -
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