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reginold
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Please do!!! Need moar
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Will this story get any new chapters?
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Hmmm... feels like a trap. I bet a certain someone payed these teens.
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Hmm might do a short chapter with my own take on it then.
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So, I really love the setting but I'm confused on a few points.
Like what actually happens when a women turns 28? Stuff like that. Since obviously.... if you've spent most of your devoplment in a state of toddlerhood then your probably not ever intended to leave that state.
Has that ever been explained, implied? Or is it just something that's up to the readers imagination?
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Hey maybe keep real world politics out of this?
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Wait had an idea. Not really sure what the tech is like but I could totally see brighter Days using things like orgasms as a means to keep women from focusing too much.
Admittifully my fetish is hyper focusing me on the fact of orgasms and I'm sorry If that's causing issues. Please let me know if I should not bring up the subject.
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So bit of a horn dog question here. But like how are let's call it number 3s handled?
Like it would be really weird if orgasms were just not allowed for girls under 28. It's a need kinda.
Maybe its controlled orgasms? To make it no different then an accident?
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You should really do a subscribestar. Sure it would mean having to write monthly or weekly chapters but you can always pause memberships if you struggle with it.
But I think you would get a lot of subscribers with this story.
It's really good.
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Hmmm maybe. I'll write a chapter here soon and see if it feels right.
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Been thinking about doing a story about a mafia princess, saw sophia falcone and was like... she would make an adorable ABDL.
So now I wanna write something with a mafia princess failing a Job and being relegated to the families little princess.
Though I'm struggling to come up with more concrete ideas.
If yall could give me some of your brains for a bit. It would be very appreciated.
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I woke up to the matron gently brushing my long hair. A common occurrence as we were fed sleeping potions to ensure we slept.
I was still dressed in my pajamas. A bright Pink nightie with a lamb logo which matched the mark on my cheek that had been their ever since she'd been born. The outfit was completed by a pair of bright Pink frilly panties.
After the matron finished brushing my hair she went to a nearby cabinet and I groaned as I saw her come back with a jar of healing potion.
"Open wide sweetie! Here comes the Choo Choo train."
"N-" I tried to protest but the thick slimy gloop was spoonfed down my mouth. They had been feeding it to me for a week now to get rid of any muscle mass I might developed. It was the same for any lambmarked that was about turn 21.
Once the potion took effect I felt my body get incredibly weak. Not that it really mattered. As a lamb marked I wasn't allowed to dress myself, feed myself, and until recently I hadn't even been allowed to learn something as basic as my numbers or abcs.
Of course all of the knowledge was imparted to me through a spell, but knowing how to read was so much more fun then being forced to snuggle with a stuffy because we weren't allowed to play with toys in case we learned something. Of course I was only allowed to read children's story books even though they had granted me a college reading level.
I was placed in the stroller, being too weak to walk, and strolled over to the most hated room in the entire building. The sticky room.
"Allright sweetie! It's time to make a whole lot of stickies!" The matrons always stressed out words to make them as sachiringly sweet as possible.
We all hated stickies. It wasn't that orgasms felt bad, it was that are marks made us hate them with a passion. Even know I whimpered as the mark on my cheek glowed a bright Pink forcing me to feel anxious, afraid, and a myriad of other negative emotions.
Normally I'd already be balling my eyes out, but I remembered that today was my last day at the home. I like any lamb would be being sent to the Richmond Academy. So I steeled myself and to my surprise managed to avoid crying. My sense of pride was short lived as I found myself over my matron's lap before I could even blink.
"We. Do. Not. Fight. Balra's blessing." Each words was accented with slap to my butt and it only took 5 spanks to have me a balling mess as the mark glowed increasing the pain a hundred fold.
I decided to be a good girl and let the negative feelings wash over me and as I did every day I let out a loud and genuine
"Waaaaaaaaaa!!!" As I was strolled into the sticky room.
The sticky room itself wasn't anything special. Just a small room with a single plush chair and a magical circle imprinted into the ground. The only strange part was the restraints that were locked around my wrists and ankles. Throughout the whole process I cried, begged, yelled, and even threw a tantrum much to the pleasure of my matron.
In essence I was being a good little lamb.
A lamb was not a good girl. Because good girls were expected to grow up. A lamb was expected to never mature. Being a good girl here at the home meant acting as childishly as you could at all times.
It wasn't long as the circle started thrum and glow with pink motes of mana. I whimpered as I waited for the hated pleasure to come.
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Hope yous guys enjoyed! If you'd like to support me... I Uh don't have a subscribestar, maybe in the future, buuut if your a fellow author feel free to do your own take on the setting. Anyways. See yall next week.
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So I've been meaning to write some stories with autistic characters.
And with how low are representation is I'm the ABDL community. I thought it would be nice to set up a post channel specifically for stories involving autism and other mental disorders.
Please link your stories as word docs so this post thread doesn't get bogged down.
I'll be writing some myself when I get some time.
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So haven't seen a chapter in a while. Is this story over?
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Can't wait to read more
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Warning! This story contains massive spoilers for the magnus archives podcast... you've been warned.
"Open up! FBI! OPEN UP!"
Amandas heart raced as she aimed her gun at the door. Around her a swat team and some of her fellow agents prepared to capture or kill the suspect.
The suspect in question was one Robert Leymon. A serial killer who had killed up to 5 women all in prominent positions. From Deans to CEOs. They hadn't even known to look at him, if not for anonymous tip.
No one answered and she gave a nod to the swat team to go ahead. Yet as they broke in she saw what looked by spiders silk before a soft "click" sound.
Before she could even warn them an explosion of fire and death hit her team and luanched her backwards into her own car. She had to get up. She had to get up! Her head rang and her body was shaking but she did manage to stand up.
Limping she checked for survivers and found none. How had they not seen the trap? They'd checked the place 3 times for any bombs... how had they missed it?
"Over here little girl." A voice called out. It took Amanda a few moments to recognize the voice. It was robert leymon. She pulled out her gun yet what she saw made her puase. A birthday table that had not been their earlier had somehow appeared in a centor of corpses held up by string... no webs.
"Put the gun away little girl."
Amanda was about to put a bullet in the murderer's skull consequences but instead she felt her hand throw the gun away. What the hell? She hadn't wanted to do that.
"Good girl! Guns are for big boys not girls." Then he motioned for her to sit in what was clearly a high chair. Albiet one clearly sized for a women rather then a child.
At the words "good girl" her mind was flooded witj a foreign sense of pride. She was starting to become scared. That feeling of being scared turned to terror as she felt her legs move against her will towards that bright pink highchair.
Eventually she found herself sat in the infantile furniture.
"Good we have a few minutes before the archivist completes his ritual. Enough time for a dumb girl like you to eat a yummy cake." She looked at cake with disgust. The thing was an abomination of sweetness. Somehow it was made of everything she hated. The top was layered with snickers. The cake itself was angel food cake and the frosting was pink ice cream.
Yet, once again she found her body forced to obey this mans wims as she gobbled up the cake. Tears streaming down her face as her mouth became a mess of sugery slush. Each time her hands greedily grabbed for more she begged them to stop and with mounting terror she realized they would not.
The dead bodies somehow were always turned to face her. To judge her. Here she was eating cake with the seeming abandon of a toddler while all around her the corpses of her friends lay dead.
Their murderer simply smirked and told her empty false attempts at consoling her. Telling her how she would never become fat. How she would not age.
Then an archivist on a whole other continent read a statement from his boss and the world changed.
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Live the story. Hope to see more.
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Thanks. Ive given it a read. Got anymore by any chance?
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So Im looking for a good patriarchal forced age play story with a female protag.
Ive allready read sallas and a few of mellowsadistics stuff and im hoping that thats not all there is.
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I wasn't planning on writing another smut but I was watching fallout and seeing the character lucy say things like "gosh" or "goly" really got my mind going and my unmentionables... but we don't talk about that.
Basic premise is a vault that was never approved exists... hope yall enjoy this bit of mindless smut.
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Nery Allbright was a survivor and a leader. Her followers had tried to spread the knowledge of science, Academics, and agriculture.
Now she was on the run, vertabirds spanned the skys a symbol of a gear heralding the brotherhood of steel. She did not know what her people had done to upset them.
Even now her struggling brain tried to process how all this had happend. Her mind flashed with the images of men in power armor cutting down her flock like ghouls to the sluaghter.
All she could do was run, she just had to focus on running. She could grieve later.
So she ran, and ran, and finally tripped as bullets fired into the ground around her. She gulped as she noticed that the only thing behind was a ravine.
5 men in power armor came out from the nearvy trees. One approached her.
"Theres no were left for you to run. Hand over the relic"
"What relic? What the hell are you taking about!?" She yelled/sobbed at them angrilly.
"We know you have the relic. Hand it over and you will be allowed to live."
She looked at them, glared at them, it didn't matter.
"What relic?" She said in a defeated voice.
The knight showed her an image on his pipboy. It was a toaster.
"Y-you killed everyone I loved? INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO WERE JUST... FUUUUCK YOU! OVER A FUCKING TOASTER!!!???" she got louder and angrier as the realization of just what was happening dawned on her.
Then she heard a strange sound. Like a buzzing. Without warning she heard little pop sounds and each sound was followed by power armor droping, vertebrae crashing, and people dying.
Then she felt a sharp pain her chest and looked down to see a needle poking out of her chest. Then she fell asleep.
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Its not really intended to be realistic. Im more just having something silly and unrealistic to write while I take breaks from writing my more serious smut.
It's also writing practice. Its easy for me to make plenty of grammer mistakes do to my written expression disorder.
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Marry fought against the unending tide of pleasure that the vibrator forced on her. She would not cum in public.
She gritted her teeth and kicked her legs. Yet, she was loosing the battle and she knew it. Her struggling turned frantic as she felt her body loose it battle to pleasure.
"MMMMMM" she cried out as waves of pleasure forced itsway out of her right into her waiting panties. It took a few moments for marry to somewhat pull her senses back.
Only their was a new promblem. The vibrator was still going.
"Mmmph Heprh" Mary tried to beg for someone to come turn off the vibrator. Yet all that came out were unintelligible grunts quickly turning into the moans of a whore.
Orgasm after Orgasm hit her as the vibrator kept forcing her senstive loins with unwanted pleasure.
"Hi there! Its your turn sweetie." A condescendingly sweet voice broke through the pleasure. As she vaguely felt the stroller begin to move.
Hope blossomed in Marry's now muddled mind. Maybe the vibrator would finally. That hope died as the vibrator kept going forcing her to cum again.
They eventually made it to what seemed like a children's clinic sized up for adults. They passed by a waiting room and Marry noticed that their were no children's toy or chairs.
Instead sybians replaced the colored chairs that would normally be in such a place, with restrains added on, instead of toys their were expensive looking plastic pony rides with a metal bar set in its centor.
A young blong women dressed like an old fashion mom was reading a book in the only chairs, One plain white chair for each sybian, that were in the waiting room.
On the sybian close to the womens chair was a girl dressed up in cutsy princess pajama accented by her diaper bulge. She had a red stuffy nose and was crying.
Eventually Marry was wheeled into a doctors room. She expected to be allowed to at least move around, instead 2 caretakers carried her over to the examination table all the while a third caretaker kept the vibrator angled on her now ruined pink panties.
"Hello. Little marry, I see your in good health. We just need to give you a few shots and you can be on your way to "messy" training."
The man pulled out 3 syringes and begun to explain one each shot would do to the barely paying attention marry.
"This first shot is going to regulate your weight. Once this has run through your system you will no longer be able to gain weight. Unfortunately, you will have to eat 2 to 3 times more then normal.
It will also mean you will need more frequent diapers changes."
Without warning she felt the doctor inject the needle into her.
"This one is something of an aphrodisiac. It will enhance your sense of pleasure while reducing your sens of pain."
Once again it was immediately injected into her.
"Finally we have this third bit of medicine. It will reduce your emotional control and will hopefully make you have a few public tantrums."
The final needle was injected in.
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The names were called up rapid fire as everyone begged, pleaded, or tried to run all to be stopped by the guards. By the time Alice was called up most of Line A had been restrained to their seats along with nearly half of line B.
"Please. " Alice trued but ultimately was taken to the back of the auditorium. She expected some horrible scene but instead she was taken through the halls to one of the classrooms.
The classroom was dark and almost every chair was filled by girls dressed up in a skimpy school girls outfit.
All of them looked at tv with raptious attention, some even drooled, while a young women dressed up in that mother getup watched over them.
"Get her dressed up please." The women said as alices guard stripped her and dressed her with a practiced ease.
She felt a sharp pain in her and realized that her gaurd has just given her a shot. The world began to spin.
Alice tried to shake the feeling, but even the act of focusing was hard. It was like her mind was filled with soup. She couldn't remember sitting down, but apparently she had.
She tried to look down the moment she saw the TV. She knew even in her muddled mind that looking at it was bad news. Her efforts were futile
Her head was suddenly forced upwards and when she tried to close her eyes only for someone simply pried them over.
"Don't worry sweetie you'll still keep your personality. Were just adding some modifications." Some voice tried to assure her but alice was no longer in a state to care.
All that mattered was the pretty glowing lights. Then after a while she passed out. Ready to start her new life.
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