Sophie ♥

Thank you!! Honored that our story is your first post. ❤️ Is AO3 a popular site for ABDL stuff?? I have never really posted on other sites in the past.

Thanks so much!! Knowing this story was inspiring enough to come up again 5 years later is actually really cool. ❤️ I'm so glad you liked it! This is a good point. I'm gonna have to keep it in mind. Maybe I'll write some other diaper-adjacent stories in the future. Thanks so much for reading! Thank you even more for commenting!!

Thank you both ❤️

This is the correct response. XD Thank you so much for your kind words!! ❤️

I'm blown away by your kindness! ❤️ I really love Madison's Code; it's one of the deepest most heartfelt stories I've ever written and it means the world to me that you liked it so much. More importantly, thank you for commenting! Thank you for sharing it with a friend! Thank you for making this story travel across the distances between people so that everyone can feel more understood and less alone. Thank you for your part. I hope to see you on our SubscribeStar in the future! Until then, here's a PDF of the story, a link to the Amazon page where you can buy a kindle version, and the cover art made by JuiceBox with the characters I love so dearly. ❤️ With love, ~Sophie SubscribeStar: www.subscribestar.adult/sophieandpudding Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Madisons-Code-ABDL-Story-Everyone-ebook/dp/B09ZRN424T Madison's Code.pdf

How interesting. I never thought about it like that, but I think you're right. When we read stories, we like to know who the heroes are and who the villains are, but that's not usually how people are in the real world. So we struggle to bridge the gap between "reality" and "story", and that causes us a lot of emotional labor. I'm so glad! That's one of my favorite things I've ever written and one of the few early writings I think holds up very well even today.

Thank you so much!! ❤️ I knew when writing this one that it wouldn't get a lot of attention cuz the lack of ABDL content. But I put a lot of work into making it into a very cliche anime format, so I hope people had fun.

Thanks for the comment! TBH a lot of this story was just wish fulfillment and whatever. It wasn't meant to be taken as seriously as it wound up becoming. As usual, Pudding and I are very good at writing bad people doing good things and good people doing bad things. I don't think we'll ever write something quite like this again. That being said... when we started writing Lillikol it was meant to be a place heavily trapped in 1950s American tropes. (I think of it like an ABDL version of The Handmaid's Tale but like. Way less depressing.) A lot of people eschew this story because of the "abuse", but in the 1950s this kinda stuff would actually be pretty standard. In fact, by those terms, Lillikol is actually pretty progressive. I think the readers of this story harshly judge the characters because they don't live up to their modern standards, the same way we often judge historical figures. But they live in a world where the stuff Maisie is saying is just... not a thing. They don't know "right" and "wrong" in those contexts. And I think that's what makes this story so interesting in retrospect. What would it be like to have a time traveler from 2010 show up in the 1950s (but also diapers I guess???). I think these characters are misguided the way people in the past were misguided and the way we today are probably misguided on other things. And in 50 years people are going to look back at our actions and call us abusive for what we think now is very considerate and thoughtful. But that's the cycle of growth, you know? Accepting that what we were before wasn't perfect and who we are now must not be either. Anyway, my true love for this story comes from the ending. Maisie accepts certain truths about the people on the island because she realizes holding them all to her standards just... it isn't fair. But that doesn't mean she stops being herself or she gives up; she finds ways to live within the system and attack the system on her own terms. She finds a way to both be happy without giving up on her values. I really think 20 years after this story takes place Lillikol is a VERY different place. That being said... forced into diapers = hot. So. It would probably have made for a worse story. XD With love, ~Sophie

Ofc! I won't say that my childhood was anywhere near as bad as Oaklee's (and my parents were pretty okay tbh) but I did have a person my age when I was younger who took advantage of me in ways I realize in retrospect were... not great. And abused my little stuff to do it. As for Pudding, Mac's life doesn't mirror hers much at all. She was put in positions where society and family didn't allow her to be like Mac (able to dress in ways that made her happy or able to fight for her friends when she knew something was wrong). So part of the "healing" this story gave us was just... me confronting that some of the stuff that happened with me was bad and not my fault. And her getting to act and dress the ways that she always wished she could, and even play the hero for someone she cared about! Writing is a very... transcendental experience sometimes. Especially when you aren't writing for anyone but yourself.

As someone who has had some dissociative elements to my personality, but not exactly someone who has lived with DID, I'm really glad this resonates with the people of whom it was written about. It means a lot to me to have accurate representation. ...that being said, I totally forgot this story even existed. Let alone posted it on DD. Thanks for bringing it back to the forefront of my mind! ❤️

Why yes, yes we do! https://us.amazon.com/Butterflies-ABDL-Story-Change-Changes-ebook/dp/B09VD8YDV2 Thank you!! We love writing stories that make people think. About themselves, about others, about the world. We try to make it so nothing is ever purely good or bad, and everything is a mix.

Thank you!! ❤️ I definitely took it as a compliment! Knowing that our stories can make people /FEEL/ so intensely is the biggest compliment you can give us Fun story about this. Pudding and I don't usually plan what the plot will be in advance so when we got to that "choice" moment, Pudding put down her laptop and came up to me and said "What do I do?? Do I have Cora make her stay? Let her go?? I don't know??? What's the right answer??" and I said to her "do whatever you think Cora would do". And my answer was always going to be the opposite. If Cora told her to stay, she would have left. If Cora told her to leave, she would have stayed. Because it was the moment where Natalie got to choose. And she would always choose the opposite just to assert that it was /her/ choice. I like to think that the villains of stories like this learn and grow as much as the protagonists. That Cora works to be a better person after this. But life isn't always so clear cut so who knows? Evil Lolita Club is probably the closest, but it's a lot darker than this one. Another one I would suggest is Academy M, but /technically/ that's the sixth story in a series. Thanks everyone for reading!!! ❤️

Don't feel bad, Sayla is a piece of shit. Pudding's "did nothing wrong" comment was an internet meme at the time. Basically, taking really shitty awful characters and saying "they did nothing wrong" as a troll. She certainly didn't mean it literally, I promise! XD Anyone who stops reading this story is totally valid. When Pudding and I wrote this, it was to overcome a lot of personal family and sexual trauma in our lives growing up and processing through writing. It was never meant to be a thing for other people to read, but we wound up putting a lot of our personal projects online around this time and people fell in love with some of them. In retrospect, this story is VERY much a product of our childhoods, back when the internet was young. We have it set in like 2010 or whenever we wrote it, but anybody who was on the internet in the early 2000s can see its influence. Even though this might have been the most important story we've ever written as writers (personally), it's not something we are super proud of as a product for others. I'm actually surprised people are still reading it! Pudding and I are content to let this one get lost to the ages, even tho Mac & Oaklee are two very important parts of our souls. With love, ~Sophie

Falling Action When Ambrose opened his eyes, the room was still dark. He sat up in the crib and his sleepy mind tried to process a means of escape. A way out. A way back to his old life. But then he noticed that the crib had no bars on it. Then he noticed his clothes. Not his clothes, but not a frilly pink dress. Then he tried to close his legs. No diaper. And the room didn't smell terrible. Ambrose fumbled around in the dark until he found a light switch. The room wasn't a nursery. It was a bedroom. Not his bedroom, but... Z's bedroom? And his clothes... were Z's clothes. Ambrose stepped out of the bedroom and into the dimly lit living room. Z was sitting on his couch, playing that game. The music one, with the weird vibrator. Was it all a dream...? "You're finally awake," Z said, motioning Ambrose over to him. Ambrose nodded and went to sit on the couch. "What's... going on..." Ambrose asked. "How did I get here?" "You came over, upset about something," Z shrugged. "Then you drank two beers, pissed yourself, and threw a tantrum about it." Ambrose's blood ran cold. He what? No. It was a dream! He couldn't have! "So after I put you in time out - sorry about that - I sent you to shower and sleep it off." Sleep it off? Ambrose was piecing the timeline together from his dream. How much happened? How much didn't? Everything played out so unusually, like... like one of those stories. He let out a deep sigh. "Sorry," Ambrose finally said. "You shouldn't have had to do that." "What else are friends for?" Z shrugged. "Probably not this," Ambrose mumbled. "So, uh... you going to tell me what that was all about?" Z asked. "I will... but... I have to go right now. Do you know what time it is?” "Nine something?" Ambrose nodded. It was late, but not that late. He didn't know how he was going explain any of this to his best friend, but he was suddenly very glad to have the opportunity to do so. He was so happy to have his best friend listening to him again. Twenty minutes later, Ambrose knocked on Honey's apartment door. She answered with curiosity, but the expression on her face quickly faded to annoyance. "Ambrose," she said flatly. "Hey, um..." Ambrose looked around the empty hallway and then down at his ex. Down, because she was shorter than him again. ”I just want to say—“ "I don't want to hear it," Honey said sharply. Ambrose paused mid-sentence. He hesitated, then nodded his head. She didn't want to hear it. Then how was he supposed to explain? Maybe he couldn't... "Right... I'm sorry. Nevermind." Part of wanting someone else to listen to him meant that he needed to respect when someone else wanted him to listen first. So Ambrose turned and left. Resolution Ambrose was waiting by the elevator when Honey caught up to him. "Fine," she said, a little out of breath. "What did you want to say?" Ambrose stared at her. She didn't have to listen to him. She was choosing to. Ambrose felt tears in his eyes, but he didn't want to cry. Not because of some manly shit, but because he didn't want Honey to feel guilty. So he held it together. "I'm sorry I never listened to you,” he said. “I kept thinking I could fix everything if you let me, if I could be in control of things. That's the paradigm I've always wanted in a relationship. And I thought part of that paradigm was, like... overruling your partner. That's how it is in stories." "Stories?" Honey asked. "Uhh..." Ambrose didn't want to be fully honest. Not only because he was embarrassed, but because it wasn't a good excuse. He didn't want to drop all his kink shit on Honey, not now. "What I'm trying to say is: I was wrong. Part of a relationship is listening to your partner, even if you think they're wrong, even if you think you can do better. It doesn't matter what kind of relationship it is, nobody should be ignored." "Ambrose..." Honey sighed. "I'm sorry," Ambrose repeated. "I thought that was the kind of guy I wanted to be, but it's not. I want to do what you think is best for you, not what I think. I want to listen to you, all the time, no matter what." "Ambrose..." Honey repeated, and Ambrose suddenly felt very embarrassed. "Or, uh... not just you," Ambrose corrected. "My, uh... next girlfriend. Every girl. Everyone." Honey nodded. She realized in that moment that this wasn't about trying to win her back. This was something else. "I'd like to be friends, if that's okay," Ambrose said, more like a question than a statement. It was the first time Honey had heard him talk like that, or at least the first time she could remember. "Yeah... friends," Honey agreed. The elevator doors opened. Ambrose looked at them, then at Honey, and smiled awkwardly. "That's my ride." Ambrose stepped into the elevator and waved goodbye. "See you," he said. Honey waved back. "See you." [The End]

Climax Ambrosia's eyes filled with tears as she filled her diaper. The seat of her diaper was resting squarely on Daddy's thigh, and she had to lean forward to make room. Meek sobs mixed with her grunts, and she could feel the release her tummy so desperately wanted. The sensation was gross and sticky and mucky, [but so familiar, as if she'd been filling her diapers her entire life.] Suddenly, Daddy bounced his knee and she sat squarely in her mess, squishing it into her skin. It squelched out over her bottom, filling the space around the leg gatherings. [Her bottom was already mucky and the smell began to fill the room, but Ambrosia wasn't done. The ache in her tummy forced her to learn forward again, to push more, to expand out the back of her diaper.] And once more, Daddy bounced her on his knee. The mess in her diaper had doubled, and it crept down between her thighs and up the front of her diaper. Tears spilled down her cheeks. [But Ambrosia wasn't done. Her tummy churned and she felt her body lean forward on instinct. Another grunt, another push, and Ambrose tried to fill what little space was left in the seat of her diaper. She sucked her pacifier for comfort.] Until Daddy's knee bounced her again. Again and again, until her stinky diaper was so full that the white plastic had become a dull brown. [But Ambrosia's tummy was relentless. She curled into her Daddy and leaned onto her side, clinging to his shirt. Wave after wave of desperation crashed into her, and she pushed as hard as she could. Grunting, the seat of her diaper grew and grew.] Daddy held her tight to his chest. He bounced his knee, so the sticky mess clung to her bare skin, then tore away from gravity alone. [On her side, between knee bounces, Ambrosia filled her diaper in bursts. One mess after another, interrupted by the pressure of Daddy's knee and the load in her diaper finding new places to fill.] When it was over, Ambrosia was quivering. She sucked her pacifier for dear life, the only silver lining in her otherwise humiliating performance. It seemed to take hours, but her Mommy and Daddy never even looked at her. They never said a word to her. Until they spoke to her at the same time. It was hard for Ambrosia - messy, stinky, and utterly de-adult-ified as she was - to make out which specific words had been said. She thought Mommy had said: [“Smells like somebody is a good girl. Don’t cry sweetheart. Does our widdle Pwincess need some help getting comfy in her new family position?”] And she thought Daddy had said: ["All done sweetie, or maybe you want some more time bouncing on Daddy's knee before you get changed."] But what she heard, for sure, between those words, were the true meaning of the two of them: ["Can you still say you didn't want this?"] And she felt so utterly, completely, irreparably small... she couldn't even be sure of the answer. Ambrosia was at a loss for words, figuratively and literally. Even if she could talk around the bulb of her pacifier, she didn't want to. She wanted to keep sucking on it for comfort. And even if she wanted to say something, she had nothing to say. No more defenses. No more arguments. No more adulthood left inside her. She hated it. She truly hated everything that was happening to her! But the human mind couldn't cope with that kind of dissonance. Either she had to find a way out of her torture, or she had to believe she liked it. And there was no way out. No escape. No end-of-episode rescue. There were five lights. Ambrosia was just a little girl now. There was too much that had changed, too many thresholds that had been crossed, too much reality that had inexplicably shifted. Ambrosia wasn't sure what was real and what was delusion, and what was truth and what was fiction. Her thoughts were flooded and gummed up, and her diaper was full, and she was with her Mommy and Daddy and that all seemed true, but everything else was so hard to focus on, so hard to absorb. Or so she thought, until she felt something press against her padding. "I think our good little girl deserves a reward," Mommy teased, holding the vibrating wand between Ambrosia's legs. Instinctively, she tried to shut her thighs, but the diaper was so full and thick that it was hopeless. Then the wand turned on and the vibrations reverberated through her diaper, into her body. Her confusion was quickly replaced with arousal. She wanted to shake her head, and if ever recounting this experience she would be sure to add that detail. But to be honest... with her mind so empty and her body so exhausted, her head certainly didn't shake. Her voice, her words stolen as they were, didn't mumbled in protest. Oh no no. Instead, she moaned behind her pacifier. She wasn't sure anything had even felt so good. Her Daddy held her in his arms as Mommy slid the vibrating wand along the plastic of Ambrosia's diaper. Each time Mommy pushed the wand a little too much, it squelched against Ambrosia's messy diaper and reminded her exactly what she was wearing. What she'd done. And how amazing it felt. Many times, Ambrosia tried to close her legs, and every time it failed. Though her mind wasn't ready to give up, her body was. Her knees bowed outward, until her thighs were wide apart. Mommy's toy found new places on the padding and the stink of her diaper filled Ambrosia's nostrils in waves. All the while, Daddy played with her hair and bounced her messy butt on his knee. Ambrosia forgot how to talk, and she wondered if she even could ever remember how. Whe wondered what it felt like to not have her binkie. Did it matter? Should she talk? A baby just babbles. But Mommy and Daddy sure did talk. [“There’s our cute little stinker in all her glory! Don’t worry, your thick diapers can hold it,”] quipped Mommy, and the teasing encouragement and reminder of her status only served to fuel her arousal. Ambrosia was so turned on, so much more turned on than she’d ever been before, and she reveled in the euphoria. Her spine arched and Daddy held her firmly. ["Don't worry, babygirl. This is just another kind of accident,"] Daddy began, smiling happily and proudly, [You go ahead and make cummies in your full full full diaper for Mommy and Daddy. Make us proud, and prove who you are now.”] Ambrosia didn't dare disappoint her Mommy and Daddy. Her body obeyed their every word, skipping through her mind like rocks on a frozen lake. Ambrosia's thoughts were frozen in ice. But her body was fire. Ambrosia quivered and moaned into her pacifier, filling her diaper in a whole new way. Probably her favorite way so far. When she was done, Ambrosia's mind and body were entirely worn out. She barely moved when Daddy lifted her into his arms and sat her messy butt on his hip. He walked her through the house, into the [nursery, where she was set in a very large crib.] "Chhhmmmmph..." Ambrosia tried to beg through her pacifier. She needed a change. She was so stinky, and her diaper was so full. But Daddy and Mommy kissed her once on the forehead and left her alone in the dark. Ambrosia looked up at the mobile, at the little plastic toys dangling from it. One had a big silver sticker on the bottom, and she could see her reflection in it. The reflection of a truly helpless baby girl. In that moment, Ambrosia didn't want a diaper change or her life back. She just wished her Mommy and Daddy would listen to her.