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I do, but I don't write mortal danger, trauma, etc. These things don't really exist in my universes, and the characters are almost certainly always secret ABDLs somehow excited by all this and so act more flustered than anything else, being vehicles for the readers to project themselves onto. Additionally while I didn't do it intentionally at the time, looking back I think most of my characters always had a character flaw which led them to their outcome in some sense, playing a part in it rather than it simply being random. Excessive pride, greed, argumentativeness, etc. The outcome was always a "justified punishment for bad behaviour" of some sort. I think Princess P has the same approach in her writing, especially based on a convo we had about a disclaimer to put on our SubscribeStar pages, and very much intended the diaper dimension to play by similar "rules" rather than it being a place of true horror. You can probably assume that every diapered Little one (and other sizes in that dimension) is somewhat drawn to the whole thing and secretly turned on by it like the protagonist Alisa was, though are pulled between their competing desires to be an adult, especially when waking up in a crib in a thick and soiled diaper and having to wait for a change from their "parents", who are of course too strict to let a Little one run off, maintaining rules and boundaries for their own good... -
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Chapter 4 : The New Normal From that day on, it became part of their daily routine. Each morning when they woke up and again before bed, Alice would check Alex’s diaper. She changed him on the bed whenever he asked or whenever she noticed he needed it. At first the movements felt awkward, but within a week she had settled into a smooth rhythm. Alex would lift his hips as she slid his pants down. She’d undo the tapes, wipe him clean, sprinkle on powder, and tape a fresh diaper snugly into place. Some days they chatted about ordinary things - grocery lists, weekend plans, problems at work. Other days they were quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustle of the diaper and the tear of the tapes. Alex loved handing the responsibility of his changes over to Alice. It brought him a mental clarity he hadn’t realized had been clouded before. Slowly, Alice took full ownership of it. He no longer tracked how wet he was or decided when it was time for a change, Alice simply handled it. There was nothing maternal in her approach. She treated it with the same practical efficiency as folding laundry or loading the dishwasher. Just another task that kept their lives running smoothly. The shift in Alex’s diet happened gradually through trial and error. His solid food intake dropped to almost nothing as he began nursing multiple times a day. He might have a small handful of nuts or fruit at work or during social occasions, but day-to-day he lived almost entirely on Alice’s milk. He nursed four or five times daily: a long session before work, a quick one at lunch, another after work, a shorter feed in the early evening, and a long, relaxed one at night while they lay in bed. Sometimes he would simply lie down beside her while she worked on her laptop or read a book. He’d gently lift her shirt, latch on, and suckle until he was full. As they settled into this new rhythm, Alex felt it was simply a practical part of their life together. The same deep craving he’d once had for diapers now extended naturally to her milk. One early summer evening, Alex came home from work with his backpack slung over one shoulder, his deep blue scrub pants riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of the diaper underneath. Alice was on the couch, finishing a work call. “Yes, I’ll have that account reviewed by tomorrow,” she said, phone cradled between her shoulder and ear. “I’ll let the client know we’re transitioning payroll software and can walk them through the new system.” Alex quietly lay down on the couch beside her. Without missing a beat, Alice unbuttoned her blouse and unlatched her nursing bra as she continued speaking. “That sounds good. What time works best for a follow-up?” She reached for her notebook on the coffee table while Alex was latched on. “Let me check my calendar… one second… Perfect, that works. I’ll send an invite to the team shortly.” She ended the call and looked down at Alex, smiling softly. “Hey babe. How was your day?” Alex glanced up, still latched, and returned the smile. “Ugh. Another day, another dollar,” he murmured around her nipple. “It’s all better now.” He settled back in and continued suckling. Alice slipped a hand under the waistband of his scrub pants and gently felt his diaper. “Very wet,” she said. “Once you’re done, I’ll change you. Then I need to eat, I’m starving.” Alex nodded without breaking his latch. When he finished, they moved to the bedroom. Alice laid out the changing pad and had him lie down. She changed him with care, following her usual routine - wiping him thoroughly, applying powder and barrier cream, then fastening the fresh diaper snug and tight. As she changed him, Alex asked about her day, the conversation as casual as if they were sharing tea. Once he was clean and dry, Alice found a pair of his gym shorts in the closet and slid them over the new diaper. She gave his padded crotch a gentle pat and helped him stand. “Tell you what,” Alex said, pulling on a fresh shirt, the diaper’s waistband peeking out above the shorts, “let me make you a nice dinner and a drink tonight. You go relax, finish your book.” Alice couldn’t say no. She returned to the living room, curled up with her novel, while the comforting aroma of garlic, basil, and sautéed onions soon filled the apartment. In the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of the cocktail shaker filled the air. Before long, the table was set for one. Alex served her a plate of delicious pasta and her favorite cocktail. They sat together for nearly an hour while Alice ate, talking about their lives and laughing over old stories. It was a simple, intimate dinner that quietly deepened their bond. When she finished, Alex cleared the table and did the dishes while Alice stood nearby, sipping her drink and feeling a quiet wave of gratitude for the man she shared her life with. Later, back on the couch, Alice simply said, “Your turn to eat.” Alex lifted her shirt and began nursing again. They relaxed together, watching TV until around 11:30. Then they headed to bed. Alice changed Alex’s diaper one last time. They lay down together, and while she scrolled through her phone, Alex nursed slowly, switching sides as needed. She checked his diaper once more before he drifted off, and soon both of them slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep. -
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Never thought about Theresa bullying. Older sister-like, yes. Slightly bossy sometimes. But always with Adrian in the background. The news article has its history. It took a lot of rewrites… Sally belongs in her studio. That’s where she decompresses. Releases her emotions and stress into something slightly cahotic, but beautiful, in the end. I’m glad you enjoy the real Sally. Thank you. Sally before the crash was a Sally more herself. And I mean before the first crash. The crash that started it all. And Sally will learn to recover these “herself” moments. Here and there, she will emerge. And we’ll enjoy it.
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