DainaGirl

Been a fan of a lot of your stories for a bit, so, while I can't promise I'll be a long term supporter, I'll do my part (and get to read more of the good stuff!)!

Thanks!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'm glad to see winning helped with it's visibility too. Oh, and I jumped the rails of the movie pretty quick, so you weren't missing much. Group of strangers brought to an island for a meal with an eccentric head chef who decides to kill everyone, basically. Took pieces of that and remixed it, then painted over the whole thing. I'm glad you enjoyed it! I had fun writing in some twists and turns as well as just going hard in nearly every scene to go just that little bit farther!

As always, Kasarberang was true to their word and awarded the prize money in a timely manner. Thank you again for running the competition, and thank you to everyone who competed for making it so fun. Y'all are the best 💖💖💖

Thank you!!! I had a blast writing The Kids Menu, and really tried my hardest to lean into the theme, and I think the whole story ended up better for it. I'll be replying again to confirm receipt of the prize.

I'm so glad to hear you're back home after all that! Hopefully the worst is behind you, and our silly stories can help in your recovery, even if just a bit. Please please please take whatever time you need!!

@kasarberang We hope you're doing well out there! As we've passed the likely upper limit on the judging on this, I'm gonna assume life came at ya fast and situations have changed. Hopefully for the better, and if not, hopefully they turn around soon. Best of luck!

Closing in on judgement day! Hope you've recovered well and are enjoying the chance to read through the submissions!

Hey! Happy to see you take your first crack at writing here! One thing I would recommend right off the top is to check this guide out for handling quotations and speaking, because right now it's hard to differentiate in what you wrote: Glad to see you jumping in the pool though, nicely done!

Interesting... I'm still pretty burnt out from burning through the last NON-CONtest, but I might try my hand at a one-shot for this. Might be beneficial to be able to manage scope creep...

Hey, just saw this, and I've had a similar thought. Got a Stable Diffusion AI that's acting pretty good for these purposes, and didn't know if using some art from it for stories would be cool or kinda cringe AI Art as a whole is a kinda contentious topic. I'm using it for personal experimentation and sharing with close friends, but a semi-published work seems a bit like I'm at the line of where I'm comfortable using it... Hopefully others have helpful thoughts

That's interesting! Everyone loves it when a Brat finally gives in and accepts Mommy's love. See, for me I was thinking Jack, just because he's such a soft daddy most of the time, I could see him slipping a bit more little than he anticipated. Who knows if a baby face lies beneath all that beard! But, the best part is that it's anyone's guess right now, I haven't even tried to figure it out for sure myself!

Yes, all in good time... Okay, so two things! First... If the three we know so far, who do you think would be the most likely to give in to being little willingly? I have a guess, but want to see what you think. And second: I kinda love that I never named or described the other three (other than some math saying its one man and two women), so I get the freedom to write some additional characters that we didn't get to highlight before. My thoughts exactly. We know they've got at least a week under the full effects, and I'm sure Miss Magot isn't gonna stop at just one breastfeeding session... Also, one detail I want to share because I love it, the title of the final chapter, "Little À La Mère" is what Sarah called the dish. It is clearly a play on Pie À La Mode, which describes a pie with ice cream on top, but is often misused to refer to any dish with ice cream. A La Mode actually just means "in the current fashion", but, assuming it meant "with ice cream" Sarah replaced Mode with Mere, French for Mother, in attempt to call it "Little with Mother", but clearly misunderstanding everything about the situation. Miss Margot then corrects this error by creating a new fashion of little.

Thankies!! I think extra is a wonderful way to describe it, lol. My horror-loving brain is already cooking up sequel prospects! Ooooh yeah, Sarah went full mask off in the back half, and deserved everything Miss Margot gave her! Always a good idea to make the audience cheer for the horror monster 'killing' a character. I know we didn't spend much time with Miss Margot in this, but she's definitely some kind of horror villain, lol. Hehehehe, I'm glad the twist worked! I tried to make Tyler seem like he was the only one in danger, when Sarah was the one who needed to watch her back! God I wanna do a sequel so bad... Maybe give the former bigs all a chance at redemption, if they can show they've truly changed and respect Miss Margot now..... All in good time, I suppose...

There is! Well, just a single chapter more... for now. But good news, it's here! Dessert – Little À La Mère Around the room, similar scenes played out, albeit more consensually. Littles awoke to their adult mentalities, and got to relive the highlights of their weekend, falling back down to infants in record time. All things told, for those willing participants, it was a wonderful evening so far. However, as Sarah and Miss Margot exchanged looks from across the room, that all began to change. “What a brilliant play on the various themes thus far, dear,” Miss Margot spoke, commanding the room. “Why, it must have taken years of hard work to develop such a unique and cohesive plan for our evening.” Sarah scowled. Her plan had been a roaring success, but Miss Margot mocked her. The littles were regressed, helpless little babies, wasn’t that the whole point? “Oh, this was nothing. I learned it all from watching a mistress at work, please, think nothing of it,” she retorted, still wary of whatever the woman had planned. Miss Margot looked unphased, perhaps even pleased, by her response. “Then by all means, you spoke of dessert, let us see.” She stood still at the head of the table, while her hosts began preparing for what Sarah had planned. The littles were loosed from the high chairs, either ending up crawling on the floor, or huddled on their caregiver’s hip. Tyler meanwhile had some quality tummy time. The chairs were removed, vanishing back into the dim hallways. Mary had crawled over to see her little sister, lying on top of her and giving Tyler shoulder kisses. Miss Clara followed, fidgeting with her chest. “You could have told me, at least. I didn’t even bring any of my maternity bras.” The two women shared a laugh. Sarah knew Clara would come around, breastfeeding was one of her favorite things to do, but life had grown too hectic as of late to afford her opportunities to nurse Mary. When the hosts returned, they brought with them four, oversized rocking chairs. They each had one main, deep seat, and two side seats that leaned in towards the center. The four women caregivers each removed their tops and took one of the center seats. Each of their breasts looked full, swollen with milk, and little white beads could be seen like frost on the nipples. The men assisted the hosts in laying the littles at the women’s sides. Jack, sheepishly, brought Finn over to Sarah. She smiled up at the burly man, and down at his enby little. Sarah consoled them, and Finn looked up at her shyly, “I… uhm, know y-you like m-my Daddy, an, uhm, I was w-wondering if…” they trailed off, but Sarah just kissed them on the forehead and towards her nipple. “Of course baby, I would never tear you two apart,” she looked up at Jack with a giggle. “I think someone heard us, and felt left out.” Jack turned around to hide his blushing, and helped Mary over to her mommy, before returning for Tyler. “Up you go, little one,” he said, carrying him bridal style over to Sarah, and settling him on her other breast. Sarah lifted both littles to her breasts, and they latched on instinctively. She leaned back, enjoying the blissful moment as the two synchronized their rhythm, sucking gently at her breasts. Jack knelt nearby, rubbing the little’s backs, and occasionally giving Finn kisses on their cheek. Sarah loved the feeling, but what she loved more was how it was Heartfruit that had induced the lactation, and thus it carried with it the fruit’s special properties. The milk would not only intensify all the normal regressive effects, but would extend them indefinitely, as long as the little continued to nurse at least once a week. She had convinced Miss Margot to provide her a perpetual supply of Heartfruit to this end. An easy victory, over someone who had been so reliant upon her patronage for so very long. Nothing left to do but lean back and enjoy it. They all rocked slowly, as did the others around the room, enjoying the warm bonding moment to cap off their weekend. All, except Miss Margot, and her staff, who had gone unnoticed during this whole event. They waited patiently, letting the littles drink their fill while their caregivers grew complacent like they always did. It didn’t take long, really. She was a little disappointed in them, but that’s why they were in this mess in the first place. Miss Margot surveyed the room, watching her staff get in place behind each of the caregivers, and at a silent signal, they all struck. Their heads snapped back, jaws held open, as a pink mash was poured out of a jar into their mouths. It happened in an instant as the Heartfruit puree slid down their throats, and then the staff backed away and watched. “It seemed a divine happenstance,” spoke Miss Margot to the rapidly regressing caregivers, “that the most potent form of the Heartfruit be something as pure as mushed up baby food. For, there is both no palate more pure, or more unrefined than that of an infant.” She watched as they struggled to maintain their composure, but wet trousers and drooling faces were proof enough of their utter inability to do so. Jack tried to charge Miss Margot, but tumbled to his knees before he got halfway, the impact shaking loose most of his facial hair. “If you had shown such interest in my works earlier, maybe we wouldn’t have this problem,” she said, lifting Jack’s face with two fingers, tisking as she did and leaving him curled up in the fetal position on the floor. “I wove you miracles from nothing, but you all grew so ungrateful, so complacent, that my life’s work became little more than a weekend fuck-fest!” She threw Mr. Sparkles on the floor and stomped it, before stepping back and neatly folding her hands once more. “But we were always going to wind up here, weren’t we? Because true art is always wasted on the young and impudent,” she stared at Sarah, slowly striding towards her, while removing her apron. “Even the brightest of you only saw your own reflection in all that I offered.” The hostess that tended to Tyler earlier in the day unzipped Miss Margot’s dress, letting her breasts hang free. “Tell me, usurper, what do you see now?” The last vestige of Sarah’s independence flickered inside her, fighting to stay alive. She wanted to fight back, to swear revenge, to hate Miss Margot, but all she felt was longing, and love, and desire. Her mouth opened slowly, but no words came out, as she leaned into the offered breast, and drank deeply of what was offered. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re eating from the Kids Menu from now on.”

(Never let me get behind on writing again. One... more... chapter...) Eighth Course - Dino Nuggies Tyler sat still on the bed, his pink painted fingers playing with the hem of his pale yellow dress as Sarah paced furiously. He loved how soft it was, and how it had layers of even softer material beneath, causing it to poof out. It still smelled a little of Mary and Miss Clara, and even though it barely reached his hip, leaving his diaper exposed, their memory made it feel safe. He picked at the pink bows and white embroidered flowers that went in alternating lines up the body of the dress, ending in a solid yellow band around his chest with a big pink heart in the center. Two, inch-wide straps went over his otherwise bare shoulders, lined with pink bows that flowed effortlessly into the bows in his braids. Sure, he had planned to pluck them out, but the thought of doing so now seemed mean to Mary, who spent so much time braiding his pretty hair, and gave him such a nice big bow on the top to finish it off. He smiled and waved at his reflection in the mirror, the growing layer of baby fat forming a perfect canvas for Mary’s makeover. Big, bold lashes outlined his pretty blue eyes. Rosy cheeks imbued him with boundless innocence, and paired perfectly with his glossy, sparkly pink lips. He even caught sight of cute pink clip-on earrings that Mary must have snuck on him! “You know I was worried sick!” Sarah lied, trying to disarm him, but he was lost in his reflection, and aglow with the fond memories of an affectionate afternoon. The reality is she was relieved when she came in that afternoon to find his crib empty. Sure, she had plans for him, but they didn’t actually require him. She even found the time to meet up with Jack and work off some of their pent up tension, all while Finn played in the bath. But for now, she needed to use Tyler, but her normal means weren’t getting through. “Look at me, young man,” she said, blocking off his line of sight to the mirror. Tyler looked up at her more out of necessity than intention. She had changed too, he noticed, even if it didn’t make her much cuter. He stared at her breasts, certain they had grown since their arrival, but she quickly covered them with a crossed arms, looking more serious. “Up here.” Tyler looked her in the eye, but let his bored legs hang and kick off the edge of the bed as he did. He didn’t know why she was so mad, but whatever it was it didn’t interest him. He missed his bear, and his sister and her mommy, missed the sun on the beach, and missed being held. He also missed every word Sarah just said, oops. “You know what, fine. If you want to stay in your room all night, then so be it. Miss Margot said they were making something extra yummy for dinner tonight, but I guess you don’t want any.” “Waiiit,” Tyler whined, he wanted something extra yummy! Sarah sighed; Claire had actually pushed him into being a little, hadn’t she? More flies with honey, she thought. “That’s right sweetie, if you don’t promise to be a good little for mommy right now, then you’ll have to miss out on alllll the yummies!” She nearly puked at how she sounded, but he would get what was coming to him soon enough, she just had to sell this. “Yes Miss Sarah, I promise to be good!” he said, his braids bouncing as he jumped up and down. Sarah rolled her eyes, “That’s a good baby! Now, good babies do as they’re told, right?” Tyler nodded emphatically, hanging on her every word, looking for what he needed to do for his reward. She took him by the hand and led him past his crib and towards the wall, stopping to swipe a silver card in front of it. The wall slid open, revealing the corridor behind, a single, white chair with some kind of table attached to it. It had a pair of wheels at the back, and some thick, pink, velcro pieces hanging off the side. Tyler approached it carefully, occasionally glancing up to Sarah, who eventually patted him on his diapered butt to get moving. “Be a good baby,” she said making it clear what she expected him to do. He ran over to her and gave her a long, warm hug. Sarah had to fight every urge to just push him into the chair, but he needed to seem willing, so she endured the hug. “Okay baby, I love you too,” she said before breaking the hug. “Now go be good.” He wanted to be good, and so he climbed up into the chair and squished his butt down on it, wiggling to make sure he was all the way in, before flashing Sarah a toothy smile. She came over and pulled down the tray, returning his smile, albeit for very different reasons. She took each of his hands and elbows, and bound them in the pink velcro, before doing the same to his knees and feet. Tyler was good, but the question of why hung on his lips. When Sarah returned to tie the last strap around his chest, she saw his concern, “I saw what happened with the crib earlier, little one. I just want to make sure you don’t fall out.” It seemed reasonable, he had fallen pretty hard earlier, even if his soft padding had saved him. She was probably right, and anyway he was being good, so he just nodded like he understood. Sarah walked behind him, and with a bit of leverage, began to roll him down the dim corridor. “Now, it’s very important to mommy that you be good tonight, and that means be excited and happy whenever someone asks you a question, okay?” She watched the giant bow move forward and back and he nodded. “Good baby,” she reinforced, smiling to herself. The main hall was lively, the majority of the guests were gathered around the table, trading stories from the day’s adventures. There were now twice as many chairs on the little’s side of the table, as each insisted on bringing their stuffies. Finn made a loud noise, imitating the sound of the boat horn he got to blow earlier in the day, and everyone seemed in genuinely good spirits. Even Mary and Miss Clara seemed to have recovered from Sarah’s disruption, although they kept catching the other staring at the only empty chairs, those belonging to Tyler and Sarah. Miss Margot hung back with the kitchen staff, a wariness hanging over them all as they continued preparations for the evening. Sarah had made her intent to cause trouble this evening well known, and even sought her blessing. She fumed at the indignity of it, but focused on her final preparations, cooling her flaming distaste with cold, calculated justice. The hallway door slid open quietly, the quiet rumble of the plastic wheels lost in the busy hall. A few of the littles saw them enter, but paid it no mind, too engrossed in the day’s adventures. When Sarah stopped, just shy of the main table, she slammed the front legs down, jostling Tyler slightly, and grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hi hiiis!” Tyler exclaimed, waving his painted fingers, drawing everyone’s attention to his bound hands. “I thought we could change things up a bit, Miss Margot,” she said to the kitchen with a sarcastic curtsey. Tyler nodded along, trying to show off how happy he was, even though he had lost the plot a while back. “Do any of you other littles want to eat like my Ty-Ty here?” she grinned wickedly, the syrupy sweet words no longer sickening, but rather intoxicating. The response was unanimous and loud, each of the littles wanting to try the next big thing that Tyler did. Jack and Miss Clara looked suspiciously at Sarah, who gave them both a ‘trust me’ wink. Miss Margot gave a nod, and the hosts filed into the hall, and returned with more high chairs, their caregivers helping them in and carefully tying them down. Once they were all secure, Sarah pulled a dropper from her purse, and had Tyler hold out his tongue. A single drop of blue liquid landed on his tongue, and he went quiet. Sarah walked around to each other little and did the same. Jack stood between her and Finn, but instead of fighting she just planted a kiss on his lips, and moved past the stunned man. Finn recoiled at her, but the straps made it easy enough to force the drop down anyway. Miss Clara had planned to do the same, but the display with Jack gave her second thoughts, and she settled for just sharing a concerned glance with Mary. Once her work was done, Sarah rejoined Tyler, playing with one of his braids, and looking up to Miss Margot. “Please, don’t wait on my account. I’m sure everyone’s been dying to try your latest recipe.” She didn’t even hide the laughter in her voice, she had called Margot’s bluff, and the mistress of the island revealed she had nothing to come back with. Sarah watched as the kitchen staff avoided eye contact with her, the one carrying Tyler’s food merely placing it and backing away, staring at the floor. The plate was simple, elegantly so. Three chicken tenders, shaped like a Brontosaur, a Stegosaurus, and a T-Rex, and seven different sauces of different colors and shapes. They were, in order: A light, fruity sauce with a slight alcohol smell. A thick brown sauce with a heady aroma. A red sauce with little chunks of Heartfruit. A dark, berry jam, with bits of bacon. A floral, light sauce. A thick, pink, syrupy sauce. A pink, cream based sauce. The stage was set, now all she had to do was watch them each play their part. The smell of the food brought Tyler back to the present, where a horror show awaited him. Soft, hairless arms were strapped helplessly before him, and when he tried to move his own, the alien ones before him strained weakly against the restraints. He felt the weight of the polish on his nails, tasted the cherry gloss on his lips, felt the braids brush against his bare shoulders. All of it was his, yet none of it was right. He wriggled against the chest strap, making no progress other than to bring his attention to his infantile yellow dress, and the soft layers of material beneath it. And then he came to the worst realization, carefully shifting his ass, and feeling the warm, soggy diaper press into him. “What the fuck!” he yelled. It was softer than he intended, but had the intended effect of drawing several heads not already trying to work out the same problem. “Shush baby,” the woman next to him said, rubbing his arm. She was familiar… Sarah? That didn’t make any sense, they had just started texting, something about her needing a date for a weekend shindig because her previous fell through? That can’t be right, why is she here? None of it made any goddamn sense. “It’s time for din-din,” she continued speaking calmly, but he saw her nipples protruding through her dress, she was clearly getting off on this. “The game is simple, you have three nuggies, and seven sauces. You just have to pick three to eat, and eat them. Once you’re done, I’ll let you out of the high chair. Deal?” He looked around the room, and saw everyone else being given the same instructions. It couldn’t be that simple, nor did it begin to explain the absurd predicament he found himself in. “Oh, maybe these will help,” Sarah said, placing photos in front of each of the sauces: Him being scolded by a woman, trying to hide a boner. Sarah looking disappointed at his flaccid dick. Him with sauce all down his face and suit. Him… humping a teddy bear?! Him putting on velcro shoes. Him locked in a stroller. Him snuggled up with two women, his diaper on full display. “Choose quick, or I’ll choose for you, and you don’t want that, baby,” she savored the words, running her finger across his diaper. Tyler surveyed his options, there was one that seemed at least less terrible than the rest, at least. “Gimme the shoe one,” he said, pointing with a finger as best he could, before remembering the polish, and curling his hands up into little balls. “Fair choice,” Sarah snickered, walking the Brontosaur towards the light, floral sauce, and giving it a good dunk. She poorly imitated some low, dinosaur-like noises, and Tyler rolled his eyes as he left his mouth open for her to pop it in. What’s the worst that could happen here, he gets made to wear dumb shoes? He laughed within himself as he took the first bite of the surprisingly flavorful nugget, chewing it then taking a second and third bite in quick succession, swallowing it all down. “Got a next pick lined up?” she asked, taking a napkin to wipe up some of the excess sauce from his face. He kinda liked the attention, and the help with the food. It felt kinda good not to have to do all those things himself, and he wondered if Sarah maybe wanted to help him with more things more often. “Uhms…” he pondered aloud. He couldn’t have made a worse first pick, Sarah thought. The powdered Heartfruit that went into that sauce attacked his vocal and reasoning skills the hardest, not like he could have known that. “I… uhm… That one!” he pointed towards the middle with his right hand, or at least he thought so. It was hard to tell from this angle. “Okey dokey, baby!” she said, dipping the Stegosaurus in the pink creamy sauce. “Hey, I din’t want dat!” he complained, “I wanned da next one!” Sarah snickered as she feigned apologetic noises and double dipped the nugget in the thick, pink syrup. “Is that better baby?” she asked, knowing he would nod stupidly back, which he did. He gobbled the doubly sauced nugget up with predictable enthusiasm, while she watched with delight. Tyler’s eyes grew distant, unfocused, as he started squirming, craving attention and affection, but unable to get it. He whined softly, needily. “Soon, baby, soon,” she comforted, holding his head in her arms so that he could hear her heart beat through her swollen breast. He calmed some from that, but became agitated if she pulled away. “You gotta pick the last one, princess,” she taunted, playing with his hair. Something about her words caused a pleasurable stirring in him, but there was a layer of soft fuzz between each of his thoughts, so his sudden affection for being her princess went unidentified. “Come on now, just one more…” she gave him time, but knew it wouldn’t help. He was lost in the sauce, exactly as she planned. “Do you just want mommy to choose?” she asked, watching him feebly nod his head yes. “Good baby,” she congratulated him as she took the T-Rex and showed it to him. “This is a T-Rex, can you say that, Tee R-E-X. He was the king of alllll the dinosaurs, and so you know which sauce he would want?” Sarah relished this moment, the true height of victory over this poor thing before her. “That’s right Ty-Ty, All Of Them!” She laughed and laughed as she dunked the T-Rex in each of the remaining sauces, then shoved the whole thing in his slack jawed mouth, helping him chew it all down and swallow. Tyler’s mind vanished, torn beneath the waves in an unstoppable torrent of the regressive Heartfruit. All that was left was to seal the deal. Sarah massaged her swollen breasts, then lifted Tyler’s lolling head to face her. “Hope you saved room for desert, sweetheart.”