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Chapter 3: Home Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 2 - Anger – LittleFallenPrincess     Zirgraxul. One demon I had never expected to see again. After he failed to bring me back to Hell, causing his supervisor to come try and get me and return me to Hell all that time ago, back when I was freshly summoned by Victoria… he just kinda… disappeared. Probably punished for failing to bring me back. But no one ever told me what his punishment was. So clearly he’s been demoted, back to torturing souls rather than hunting escaped ones… or escaped demons. “Been a while…” I mumbled, awkwardly, hoping he’s forgotten all about everything that happened. “What are you doing in Hell? Shouldn’t you be up with your girl back up on Earth? Lucifer gave you a pass to be free from Hell, I would’ve thought you’d never come back after receiving that. Xelmath didn’t. She fucked off Satan-knows-where… and I’m stuck doing grunt work.” “Yeah I’m just here to see my si-” SHIT. ABORT. THEY DON’T KNOW YOU ARE AN EX-ANGEL AND LUCI IS YOUR SISTER! “Si-Sinful Master… Lord Lucifer.” Good job, Nia. Totally saved it. It would be chaos if the other demons found out they used to be angels. Everyone would be wondering if they were human or angel and Lucifer would struggle to contain it all. So I better keep shush on the whole ‘I’m a part-angel thing’. “Been a while since you came to Hell. I assume you’re lost… again?” “Maybe.” “Look. I’m not going to suddenly be nice to the person who ruined my career path. But… I also understand that you had a pretty unique way of coming up with punishments for your souls...” “Having trouble with this one?” I asked, assuming he was asking for help… in a very awkward, demon way. Demons don’t usually ask for help. I looked behind him to see a bored, boring, brown haired, mousey-looking human with the most generic beard possible. He looked like the default guy in most games’ character creators. He was the most bland, boring, average guy ever. Typical office guy from every office movie. Probably watches sports, does nothing interesting or exciting, eats the blandest shit ever. And he had the most unimpressed face on him. Clearly whatever Zirky was doing wasn’t working. This guy was bored and the furthest from agony or torment as you could get. “Tried pain? That’s usually our siblings' go-to method,” I replied, rolling my eyes at how boring and predictable demons can be. Not all… just most. Give them a person to do whatever they want to, with the only order being to torture them for all of eternity… and they instantly jump to the pointy sticks and fire. Putting fruit in places where fruit shouldn’t go. Just… pain. That’s it. That’s all they’ve got. And even the more intelligent demons, the ones who come up with Hell rooms like this and instruct the dumb demons how to run them… they’re still not great, clearly, as this guy looks more bored than he does tortured. “Not yet. But that’s why I’m asking you. What would you do in this situation?” “Why ask me though, when you could do it the easy way?” “Because I want to be better. I want to prove that I deserve my old job back. So… and please understand how much this pains me to do… I’m asking you for advice. How would you torture this guy?” “Gimme his chart.” Zirky walked over, pulling out his chart out of thin air, and handed it to me. A quick scan of all this guy’s information and I knew exactly what to do. “Feminise him,” I said, with all the confidence in the world. “Huh?” “Feminise him. He’s a misogynistic piece of shit. He’s bored of you. You’re a man. So change it up, and then force-fem him.” “Change it up?” “You know… appear as a hot woman. His female manager. As if you care about what gender you are. Him, on the other hand, he looks down on women.” “Won’t he just look down on me then? Surely that affects the power balance?” “You still have your powers in this room. So use that against him. It’ll torture him deep within his soul to be put in his place and feminised by a woman who is ‘smaller and weaker’ than him. Despite there being absolutely nothing humiliating about being a woman… he believes there is. So use it against him.” “You really are a weird one… Nia. Sorry… I don’t think that will-” Before he could finish that sentence, I had to prove my point. So I pushed past him, putting on my semi-glamour as I walked towards the human sitting at his desk. Slamming my hand down beside him, the human looked at me, completely unimpressed. And I could feel the mocking expression coming from behind me from Zirky. “I heard you’ve been failing to submit your reports.” “Yeah doll. And? Who cares? What are you going to do, report me to HR?” I turned back to Zirky, who had the smuggest look right now. “Power. Give. Now.” Zirgraxul rolled his eyes before snapping his fingers, allowing the power of this Hell room to flow into me once again. Dad… I missed this rush of power. “Doll? Oh sweetheart… you’re the only doll here…” I snapped my fingers, and the human’s eyes widened. “Why… why can’t I move?” “Because I’m playing dress-up, silly!” “HUH?” “Now stay still. You still need a lot of work before you can be played with by all the boys in the office. Let's start with that pretty face of yours. Those lips need to be much thicker.” “HUH?” was all he could utter as he was completely frozen by my magic. So another snap, and his lips inflated. His facial hair disintegrated. His eyebrows were shaped and makeup started spreading across his face. I forgot how fun this was, finding people’s weak spots. It wasn’t always men, there are a lot of women I’ve had to torture in Hell too. Men just tend to have the easier methods of torture to work with though. And this specific one was all too common, sadly. The guy was mumbling, trying to speak through his bimbo-sized lips, but I couldn’t understand him. So another snap of my fingers and his desk and all the cubicles in the office disappeared, allowing all his faceless colleagues around us to watch as I got closer and lifted the man into a standing position with zero exertion on my part. It was as if he weighed… as much as a blow up sex doll. Which makes sense, considering… I kicked his chair, causing it to roll away and collide with a filing cabinet, then focused all my attention on the guy who was looking terrified right now. Probably his first time being scared too, clearly Zirky was getting nowhere with this guy… now he’s realised something is up. A flick of my wrist and his crappy budget suit slipped off his body, pooling around his feet on the floor, before disappearing with a flash of fire. Completely naked, head of a bimbo, body of a pathetic thirty seven year old guy who put way too much effort into going to the gym and not enough learning how to become a better person… I was going to enjoy this. “Well clearly you don’t need those muscles for your new job,” I began. “New… job…?” he asked, though it came out much more like ‘Ew ob?’ “You don’t need muscles for getting lunch orders or answering phones. You just need huge tits and a pretty smile to entertain your misogynistic bosses who allowed you to get away with the shit you did in your office. Isn’t that what you said to Danielle? Steph? Adriana? The list goes on. Those poor women. Ignored and betrayed by the company that promised they would protect them… from you. But no, you were all buddy-buddy with your boss, so he made it all go away. Including those poor women, who got fired. All because you couldn’t keep it in your pants and couldn’t keep your hands off their arses.” Okay maybe I was directing a lot of anger about this subject to him. But hey, he’s part of the problem. And I had an idea that was really going to fuck him up. With another snap of my fingers… his eyes widened in fear. The mass from his muscles disappeared in an instant, instead being redistributed to various parts of his body. Mostly his hips, his arse, and his soon-to-be giant tits. He sees women as walking eye candy. He sees our form as a humiliating way to live. So I’ll give him that. And I’ll make it even more interesting when I do. He looked down at the huge pair of norks on his chest, and you could see the fear in his eyes. He deserved this. I had gained a lot of empathy back from my time on Earth with my friends, after it was taken from me in the transformation after the fall from Heaven. And because of that, I wouldn’t go as far as my other siblings would with this… but I will make sure this guy regrets what he did during his life. So he’ll serve coffee and grab lunch orders and be groped and hit on by all his colleagues, including his old boss… but nothing more. As much as this guy probably deserves it. I’m a demon… but I’m also half angel now, at least I think I am. So he gets just a taste of his own medicine. Half angel… fuck. I can’t be getting too into this. I have a job to do. A certain sister to see. Sorry ‘Daniel’, I’ll have to leave you with Zirky. But because I can’t have people think I only half-arse things… One more snap of my fingers and everything changed. His dick? Tiny. And locked up in a chastity cage. Huge hips and extremely grabbable arse. Then a white blouse with half the buttons undone, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Pencil skirt. Thong. High heels that made him struggle to walk in. His hair grew out in seconds, turning bleach-blonde. He looked like the typical bimbo secretary that a lot of people like him see women as. But my pièce de résistance? I made every single coworker in that office look like his old self. Everyone but his boss. So he’d endure all the shit he did to those women… done by himself. And his boss would just cheer them all on, like his boss did with him when he harassed all those women who worked with him. “Okay… I can see why some people say you’re creative. I never would’ve thought of that…” Zirky said, standing by the exit to the Hell room. “Lucifer. Now. Show me,” I demanded. “You’re… different.” “You’re not the only one who thinks that. None of our siblings have recognised me. They’ve all been ‘Ma’am’ing me. It’s driving me nuts.” “I did sense something off about you,” Zirky replied, raising his eyebrow at me. “Maybe it's because you actually knew me before I… anyway… where’s Lucifer? It’s important.” “Next door.”   Okay… maybe I overreacted a little to that revelation. Or maybe I underreacted. Depends who you ask. But to spend all that time wandering around the hallways of Hell… being told various different things, being treated like I’m some weird stranger… And then Zirky plays with me like that? I’m just glad he didn’t take back control of the room until I had left. That giant Nanny putting both Daniel and Zirky in baby bouncers will remind both of them not to fuck with me. Especially not when I’m in this mood. They’re both going to spend some time as helpless little perma-padded babies, being humiliated and teased by their ‘Nanny’ until I’m done with my sister. And maybe a bit more time after that.   It really was next door.  If I had just continued one more door I wouldn’t have had to go through that whole detour with Zirky. Fuck. Nevermind. I’m here now. Fuck knocking too. And just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened, as if it was expecting me. But a second later, and my disappointment returned as two figures left. Two people I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Niazriel!” said the woman with wavey brunette hair and a gorgeous smile. “It’s been too long. We were just coming to see your sister. She says you finally got your memories back! Sadly, we better get back up to Heaven before your Dad notices we’ve been gone.” “Wait… Eve?” I replied, looking past her to see her boyfriend, Adam, waving awkwardly at me. “Adam? What are you two doing down here? I thought my Dad…” Eve cut me off, as Adam awkwardly shuffled past her. Both of them looked exhausted, as if they had been working out or something, and looked a mess, like they had tried to get dressed in a hurry, with Eve in her old white dress and Adam in a nice looking suit. “We sneak out to have fun with your sister. Look, we better get going, but it’s been lovely seeing you again. Love the new glamour, it’s very… vintage-Nia! We should definitely hang out some time. Get your Sister to invite you to our next drinking session!” It had been millenia since I last saw either of those two, and I really hoped we would get to see them again, as they were so much fun back before the rebellion. I won’t get into the whole backstory of them, but let’s just say they’re not actually the first humans. They’re old, don’t get me wrong, but nowhere near the first. They just happened to be two people that didn’t know each other in their twenties and lived in completely different cities millennia ago… then Dad was starting his whole ‘religion’ thing, wanting to get a bigger slice of the pie from all the other Gods and Goddesses that exist. None of them actually created the world, or humans. They just use their powers to make humans think they did, so that the humans worship them, so that they get fatter and more powerful from their faith. It’s why most of the older gods are living normal lives now. They’re mostly powerless. Greek ones, Norse ones, Egyptian ones… they’re all still around, they just… they’re not worshipped as much anymore, so there’s little faith to feed on, so they’ve grown weak. Dad wanted more, so of course he needed an ‘origin story’, grabbing two humans he liked the look of, and smushed them together, hoping to make them a thing. Of course this didn’t work at first. Isolating two random people in his ‘garden’, hoping they would smush and make babies… well that was never going to work. It wasn’t until my Sister came along, flirted with the two of them, and they ended up having a threesome in the garden. That’s the real reason they were cast out. Because Dad is a prude and Luci ruined his OC’s. And don’t get me started on his ‘son’ lore... But anyway, once Adam and Eve quickly shuffled off down the hallways of Hell, I shuffled myself into Lucifer’s office, closing the door behind me and looking up at my sister, who quickly realised she wasn’t alone. She too was in a state of undress, and when she looked up at me, she recognised me and looked pleasantly surprised. That was… until she saw something. “NIA…AHHHHHHHHH!”         ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want four weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar?  Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. 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No. Not really. The laws are aimed at criminalising production and possession of content where the "overwhelming impression conveyed is that of sexual activity involving one of more people who appear under the age of 16".  I.e. not obvious adults using ABDL/DDLG paraphernalia.  Its closing a loop-hole where computer or AI generated porn of people with physical characteristics of being under 18s are currently illegal, but a very young looking 18 year-old making content where they appear like they are 13 or 14 and are role-paying out an incest / paedophilia fantasy is still legal. At the margins this would potentially catch some previously-legal content where someone who is legal (i.e. 18+) but looks very young for their age (e.g. in the right setting / clothing) etc. Even then, its a defence to have the content if its you in the photos or you took them and all parties were consenting at the time and you're not publishing them (e.g. pictures taken and shared between my wife and I only would be legal). It also cannot be the case that it is "fanciful" the person(s) in the content are under 16 - e.g. if its clearly a woman in her 20's with 34DD's crawling around in an ABDL diaper then its not going to fall foul of the proposed law.  The content also has to be pornographic - I.e. ..."must reasonably be assumed to have been produced solely or principally for the purpose of sexual arousal." Have a listen to   The Crinkle Club - S03 E01: Is the UK making ABDL illegal? You can see the law (its already had Royal Assent) here: https://www.legislation.gov.uk/ukpga/2026/20/section/107/enacted  

hey hope your doing ok I would´ve messaged you about our role play but I´ve been busy with all kinds of things some including story writing. when it comes to ABDL roleplay I really like things like where someone who's not a baby suddenly gets put in a position where they must live like one also in situations where younger ones control older. I know that might seem weird but I just really like it

I am up for Squishy Sunday Morning in a wet and messy purple MegaMax diaper. I relaxed in the kitchen with a substantial poopie load filling my diaper settling in the bottom of my diaper warmly nestled against my perineum making me tremble with a glassy-eye gaze of pure innocent pleasure. Now that I am sitting down my massive poopies is becoming compressed and squishier by the minute. A simple and harmless pleasure for me. I don't mind cleaning up but I am not going to change my soiled diaper right away. I am actually going to get my morning exercise in this wet and messy diaper. This diaper is really loaded. I deserve a congratulations!  

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