Little Lamb

Thank you for sharing, I'll try to read the ones I still haven't

May I see such, oh fellow reader?

Just passing by to say I'm in love with your story since you've first posted it, and am eagerly waiting for the next chapter.

Suddenly NOT a Superspy -I'm sorry... What?! -Well, you see Justin, this fine gentleman here claims to be here to pick you up on behalf of your father, and has a handwritten note from him. Here, take a look. Principal Burns passed me a piece of brown paper with a note in the handwriting of my father, it read "Hey kiddo, sorry I couldn't come with him, had an emergency at work, go with Sebastian, Dad." OK, at least nobody died horribly, and I could leave school earlier, which meant skipping P.E., great, now I just had to figure out what this personal butler thing is all about, my first guess would be it's a prank from dad or Martha, but I'm not catching the punchline here, and we have very similar senses of humor, so I could rule that out for now, and my friends don't do pranks, so maybe this shit is serious, I'll ask him on the way to wherever we’re going. -OK, this is definitely dad’s, so, I’m leaving with you... Uh... Sebastian right? -Exactly, master Justin, if you excuse us, Principal Burns. -I actually don't, Mr Sebastian. -I beg your pardon. -You see, by the school regiment a student may only leave the school grounds during the period of activities in case of an emergency. And unless you explain to me what's so urgent that it can't wait 2 periods, I won't allow you to take Mr Justin anywhere. Capiche? -Capisco signore, non sapevo che parli italiano, preferisco parlare in questa lingua? (I understand, sir, didn't know you spoke italian, would you rather talk in this language?) -What? Man, seeing Mr Burns expression had no price, but being the dickhead that I am, I added insult to injury by answering -In effetti non parla, è solo un'espressione popolare. (Actually he doesn’t, it’s just a popular expression) -Oh, thank you, master Justin, now I see, I forgot you americans cherry pick artifacts from other cultures to your own. That sounded extremely xenophobic but also shows that he’s probably british, although without an accent, maybe he lived by this side of the atlantic for enough time to lose it, or maybe he is an undercover spy for the MI6, or a Kingsman, that would explain the fancy suit, but no umbrella, so we can rule kingsman out, I think. But what do an agent of the secret service wants with me? Maybe he thinks I hold critical information, or I’m being hunted by terrorist, do they think I have critical information? Maybe they’re really interested in my paper on the correlations of sewing and structural physics. While I daydreamed about my new butler/undercover secret agent, they finished the most awkward staring contest in the history of staring contests with the following phrase: -I was ordered to take master Justin to hear his grandmother’s last words while she still lives, so would you please excuse us to attend matters of utmost urgency, sir. -Oh! I… I’m terribly sorry, you can go. Way to go mister butler, take me out of here. -Let’s go, master Justin, your grandmother awaits. Wait, did he just say grandmother? I have no grandparents, dad’s an orphan, and mom, let’s not talk about mom, but as far as I knew she had no family in the country, was he lying? Probably, if not, let’s just stay with the MI6 theory, dad never said mom was british, only that she was an illegal immigrant, how can an european even become illegal in the US? she was probably Canadian, but then, why did she came to the US in the first place? Was she running from the law? Or maybe from a dark past, that would explain a lot. Just please be lying Mr. butler. please be an agent under service of her majesty taking me for protection because my paper on the structures of teddy bears was game changing or something like that. After we were already out of the main building I asked him. -Sebastian, how did you even get into school? It’s not like they’re going to let any weirdo with a brown paper note into the principal’s office, even though it’s a real one. -As a experienced butler, I have my ways, master Justin. -Why did you lie to him? -I beg your pardon. -Why did you lie to principal Burns? I have no grandparents. -Because, master Justin, if I told him my mistress, your grandmother, is alive and well, he would have made you attend classes, and that would put us way behind the schedule, which is unacceptable to her royal majesty, besides, you despise physical education, don’t you? -Yeah, I do. But how do you know that? -A butler always has a keen eye to the needs of his master, master Justin. -Wait, her royal majesty? So you are a secret agent! -I am sorry master Justin, but I do not understand what you just meant. -You know, like James Bond, or Jason Bourne, or Jack Bauer, you probably have a J.B. codename too, or maybe a number. -I unfortunately never heard of any of those individuals, master Justin, and am but a humble butler. Now, we are almost running late, would you please get in? And only then I noticed, just outside the main gate stood a huge mahogany victorian carriage with four pit black horses at the front, their ruby red eyes facing dead front, the ground where they stood burnt, I reached for the closest one’s mane, but Sebastian stopped me. -I would refrain from touching these beasts, young master, it’s quite painful to do so without proper equipment, see? The voice belonged to a very short and bearded man with black coat, pants, boots and hat, was black some kind of theme? Maybe it’s their aesthetic. Anyway, he took one of his black leathery gloves to show me a huge burn scar in his right palm, it was pretty nasty. -Master Justin, this is Reginald, he’ll be your coachman for today. -Pleasure to meet you, young master, just call me whenever you need a ride, it doesn’t matter if it’s to this plane or the other. And then he gave me a black business card with his name in blood red letters. -What even are those? -Fiery Nightmares, young master, quite savage beasts, but great for quick transport when tamed, their pelt and hoofs allow them to shadowalk, very handy, but don’t worry I’ve had these ones for at least half a century and didn’t have even one accident involving them, at least that I can remember. Okay, now was officially the time to turn back and run, but I was too curious and amazed to take the clues that hopping into a evil-looking chariot guided by burning, probably demonic, black horses with two complete strangers was a bad idea, yeah, I can be that slow sometimes. But in my defense, I was probably hoping that this was the start of some magical destiny chapter into my life, the kind that changes you, and by the end makes your life worth living, or at least interesting. So I hopped into the not at all out of place chariot, sat by the window and watched, amazed, as it plunged into the shadows and the world around turned pit black. Completely oblivious to how right, and how wrong I was.

Suddenly A butler. It all started at a very normal day, my last one in fact, if everything that happened can even be called normal, it was a friday, I woke up early, took a nice, relaxing and probably too long shower, but hey, nobody can be perfect, and it took freaking forever to brush my hair, after drying up I arranged my locks into a single low ponytail and trimmed my beard, then I dressed and got out, I’d get breakfast on the way to school, I was stopped by dad on my way to the garage door. -Hey, Justin, you’ll have to go with me today, I’ll need the bike for a meeting downtown. He was laying on the couch, in just his underwear, probably slept while trying to binge something from netflix again. -Sure, just drop me at work, I’ll get breakfast and go from there. -OK, just let me find the keys and my helmet. And off he stumbled to his room, I texted Dora saying I’d run a little late and if she wanted to change anything on her breakfast, after five minutes of waiting he returned, helmet on one hand, keys on the other, and still no pants. -You forgot your pants. -Oh, right, pants! That’s what I was forgetting. Man, I love my dad, but he can be such a hassle, especially in the morning, before he took his jug of decaf coffee, wich sounds completely ridiculous, but it is one of the fundamental truths of the universe, just after the your toast will always fall with the jam side down one, anyway, after he put some pants on we went to the nearby starbucks, he got his trento of decaf, I checked my phone, no answers from Dora, so I took her cold brew, a chai and 2 belgium waffles, sent another text to her, to see if something happened, greeted my boss and went my way. Reaching school I went to our secluded spot, on top of a tree right in front of the main gate, to meet Dora, she was waiting for me already, tucked in one of the crevices between the branches, as her petite frame allowed her. -You’re late! I’m hungry, and now we only have 5 or so minutes to eat. -The less you talk the more time you have to eat. And stop being a brat, Dad needs the bike, so I came by foot, and why haven’t you answered any of my texts? -Cellphone broke again, I forgot it was in my pocket while I did a backflip, it fell into the pool. I passed her the coffee and waffle and we ate as fast as we could. -Aaah! Cold brews are the best, except maybe for expressos. She exclaimed on our way to homeroom, we had the luck of having the same lunch too, but that was it. -I still don’t know how you like coffee, like, it’s horrible! -I won’t keep this argument again, besides, you work at a freaking starbucks, how come you don’t like coffee, did you lie at your job interview or what? -Nope, just told them I have very sweet teeth, seems to have worked. And we sat at our usual places at the back of the class just as the bell rang, Mr. Robbinson was reading whatever was at his Ipad screen, probably news, or maybe an erotic novel, who knows? Knowing him it’s probably an article about the most recent professional box fight, or something like that. But I digress, he started roll-call, and thanks god no one in class has the same first name, so when I heard mine I responded with a sound “Present.” and Dora sulked as always when he called her, I don’t see what’s so wrong with Theodora, I actually think it’s a beautiful name, but she abominates it, so I just roll with it, then, after roll-call ended he promptly returned to his tablet, Robb is actually kinda rad, for a 80-something story teacher, never call him Robb, he hates it, well at least we two aren’t the only ones with name problems in the room, but back to him being rad, well, like he isn’t just tech-literate, but he also is the coach for the male boxing team, and legend says every time a new gym teacher tries to take the position from him he challenges them to a fight, and is till today undefeated. I spent the rest of the class daydreaming and doodling about an octogenarian’s professional boxing league, Dora was doing homework, as usual, and the rest of the class blissfully ignored us. After the bell rang we said goodbye and parted our own ways, I went to the chemistry lab, and after that english, and finally arts, one of the only reasons I still came to school, not that I hated studying, but given the fact that almost everyone I have class with flat out ignores me, and that the few people I call friends suffer the same, School isn’t exactly the best place on Earth to be. Back to my last peaceful day in life, after the best class ever I had lunch, I made a beeline to the cafeteria, where I found Dora waiting for me at our usual table in one of the corners, our lunch already there with her, you see we have an agreement, I pay for her breakfast and she makes me lunch, today we were having mac and cheese. And what a great mac and cheese -Man, your cooking is just awesome, Dora. -Yeah, I know, thanks. -I wish I could cook something like this. -Have I already mentioned it’s super weird that you, from all people, can’t even fry an egg? -Yeah, it’s like the 47th time you do it, this month. But hey, I’ve been trying, even made some noodles yesterday. -Noodles don’t count, you just have to boil the water and put them in, try something real next time, like an egg, or potatos. -If I destroy the kitchen I’ll tell dad to send you the bill, ok? We resumed eating and played a few games of Magic The Gathering after, I lost, as usual, but Dora’s practically unbeatable, she’s almost at professional level, she even beats Wendy, our game junky friend who got us started on it, while I’m just a for fun player, after having my board wiped for the third consecutive time I just gave up and started doodling till the bell rang. I was drawing an armored bear fighting a dragon when, fifteen minutes earlier, the speakers made an announcement: “Mr. Justin James Arthurian Blake, please report to the principal’s office immediately” -Sounds like Giant J.J. is in trouble… -You know I hate that nickname. -It’s better than Arthurian, High-King of losers weirdos and freaks. -Yeah, but I still hate it, both actually. -Sure, but you should go, Bernie hates late people, even more than he hates me, anyway, later you tell me what you’ve “done” to deserve the attention of Mr Boring B., now go! Oh and tell Regina I said hi. -OK. I walked the empty and quiet halls to the principal’s office, my backpack dangling from my shoulder, I didn’t really knew what was happening, at the cafeteria everyone was staring at me like I had an abnormality or something, which isn’t very far from usual, but in all my school years I’ve never been called by the principal, I wasn’t the troublemaker, that would be Dora, or Tyler, maybe even Agnes, but never me. I spent the whole walk thinking what could have happened, maybe this was a prank, no Joshua and his crew were jerks, but even them didn’t have this much power, although that didn’t stop him of trying to make our lives living hells, maybe this was about the sewing club, after all I am its president, or maybe something happened to dad, or to Martha, which made me even more worried, I couldn’t bear to lose anyone else, but maybe it was about some kind of award for academic prowess or whatever, I am a straight A’s student after all. I was so much into my head that I almost bumped head first into the door. I informed the secretary who I was, said Dora said hi, and she said: -Oh,how sweet of her. Now go on in, they’re waiting for you. They? Who’s they? Gosh, this is one of the worst case scenarios isn’t it? Please be a prank, that, I can work around with. But as I entered the room, hoping to be scolded for something I haven’t done, I didn’t know what was coming for me was much better, but also much worse. -Oh, Justin! Please come in, have a seat. Ok, no scolding, maybe some kind of award or competition, or even a talk about a scholarship, that would explain the crazy tall, taller than me, and I’m almost 6’5”, and very skinny man in one of those penguin suits, what are even those called, smokings, right? Or were they swallowtails? I just can’t remember. But I digress, he just rose from his chair to greet me, nothing unexpected there, probably some guy looking for top students that are willing to pay absurd tuitions for a piece of paper with their name on, but then he bowed instead of shaking my hand and his words, those weren’t anything I could expect: -It is great to finally meet you, master Justin, I am Sebastian Phantomfall, your new personal butler.

So, this is my first attempt to write abdl fiction, it has a slow start on the diaper side of the force, I'll try to stick to a regular update schedule, but won't make promisses, as "real" life can be quite overwhelming sometimes. Anyway, to the story, it's about a Boy named Justin and the sudden weird turns his life takes. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly A prologue And there I was, surrounded by living plush bears, chocolate brown dress, with brown and white frills and bows, and ginormous white underskirt and petticoat, brown gloves with lace cuffs and brown, knee high, polka dotted socks enclosured by marble white mary jane shoes, topped by a huge equally polka dotted bow on my head, from which my brunette curly locks cascaded in pigtails that reached a little past my shoulders. The bears, 12 to be exact, all clad in armor and bearing arms, looking at me, waiting for my orders, it almost felt majestic, if it wasn't for the layers upon layers of plush and frills and girlishness, then, as if being clad in the most girly outfit possible surrounded by a company of heavily armed plushies at my former kindergarten classroom in the middle of the night wasn't weird enough, the door just opened, and Dora was at the other side. - Justin? Is that you? OH MY GOD! Shit, she must have followed my plushy procession into the night, and now identified me behind all the layers of frills and bows and magic that are upon me, damnit! -Huh, Justin, why are the teddys walking to me? Actually, why are they walking at all? Great, now my bear company, probably reacting to my distress, or they just don't like real people, or maybe they have PTSD, or are just jerks, I don't know, I created most of them just 15 minutes ago, even a psychiatrist takes more time to assess someone's behaviour, anyway, they deemed my best friend a threat, and are going to eliminate her if I don't do something. Just as a reminder, I was beyond groggy by now, all the living teddy bear creation and magical princess transformation left me pretty wasted, I don't know how I was even standing up, so I did the only thing that came up to me. -I ORDER YOU TO STOP!!! She… She is a friend. All the bears froze in place, and I collapsed, at the brink of unconsciousness the only thing I remember is Dora's comforting arms holding my body, and her worried voice calling me while the glamours that maintained my girly appearance were undone, leaving me, a giant boy, clad in a plain white tee and clearly used diaper in the arms of the much smaller girl, all I could muster was: -I... I can explain… And then I fainted.

So, I've just reread the story, and it feels wrong not to comment on how awesome and amazing and many other A-words that I don't know it is, it is truly a work of art and it made me feel all the feelings. It's probably my favorite story of all and I'm kinda running out of things to say about how wonderful it is and at how amazing it was to read it, so I'll leave this at that.

"I... I..." Jess was divided, the onesie surely was cute, but too childish, too pastel, but purple was a nice color, but it's still an adult sized baby onesie, who was Kevin to put her in that thing, "I don't wanna it!" She screamed in full force.

Jess cried and cried for God knows how long, and then she felt the urgent need of releasing her bladder, maybe she shouldn't have had that extra large coffee at the mall, she tried to suppress it, only for it to return a few minutes later, even stronger, and she tried again, and got the same result, and the cycle went for an eternity, until she couldn't suppress it anymore, her muscles relaxed and a tingling and warm sensation spread all around her crotch, she'd wet herself, and in a diaper nonetheless, how pathetic she was.

"No! I... I... I...I want just one of them... Pleeeeaase. Pretty please!" Said Jess in the best tone she could muster! Her imagination free to roam around her atemporal glass of water, like the one she could never see. Like the one she coli l couldn't even dream about... Like the one she couldn't die to last. "Let me get just the cream colored one. The one with frills and bows... Enviado de meu XT1069 usando Tapatalk

"I... I... What? No! I don't! I wanna my dress back!" Said Jess, Kevin was being mean to her! He was... he was... trying to, to make her wear, wear that stupid, stupid, stupid diaper, She didn't want to use it! was he going crazy? Or what? She wasn't 5! She was an adult! Yeah, That's it! She wasn't just going to use it... Was he crazy? Damn! How was she supposed to try to do this? Is this cause she'd wet the bed yesterday? This is crazy! How is she supposed to live if He was doing this to her? Gosh! He didn't even asked her how it was going to be, danmit! It really sucks! But hey, maybe he's right, maybe she was having problems, No! No she wasn't! She was trying to be herself! And there's nothing wrong about it! But maybe there is? Gosh! She just didn't know! but Kevin was wrong! Like, very! Very! Very! Very wrong! And it's not hers fault, it's his! He was being mean! He was being a jerk! He was being an asshole! He was being someone who didn't love her! Gosh! He didn't even looked at her without being mean he just couldn't! But hey, that's okay. No! No it's not! It's a pain in the ass! And he couldn't even try! He just couldn't! But hey, how could he? He is trying to help us! Like, help us for real! But it sucks! And? And she wanted him to die! And? And this was stupid! And? And you're stupid! And? And I want to die! And? And you're being completely crazy about it! And? And this sucks! And? And you're crazy! And I am crazy! And everyone here is just as crazy as it can get! And? And I can't be able to live this way! I just can't! This is turning me completely head over heels, it's absurd, am I a baby? Are you? Gosh! I don't know! I'm just completely crazy over it. I'm, I'm going nuts! What is he doing to me? What am I doing to me? This is just completely crazy! How can I do it? How can I get it back? Jesus! How? How can I? This is just going to be crazy! Like, real crazy! Crazy like what? I don't know? Please! Please! Just let me use it! Just let me die! She just want to die a little! Just a little! And this is crazy! Fucking crazy! Crazy like hell! But he can't! He can't! He could? He could. Maybe he could. God no fuck! How is she supposed to do this? How am I going to live like that? How is she living like that? She's not! She's going to die like that? A brat who doesn't love anyone? Man this sucks. No! She wasn't going to be... Going to be... She wasn't going to be a baby! Damn, she wasn't even going to live like that! Maybe she was? No! She wasn't! And it is okay? No! No it isn't! It is just, he's going crazy! He is! "I wanna my dreess!!!!" Enviado de meu XT1069 usando Tapatalk

"I... I... I want my dreeess!" Said sadly the girl as her boyfriend's meaty grip turned, slowly but surely, her ass into a red surface of pain... "Give it back to me!" Enviado de meu XT1069 usando Tapatalk

"I... I... No! I didn't do anything wrong!" Jess shouted, the hot tears streaming down her face, as she tried to escape her prisoner's chains of flesh and bone." Bawr!

"I... I... I did nothing!" Said Jess, kicking and wailing without success, "You, you, you big headed meanie!" She shouted uselessly to him, her head kinda hazy from his movements. Bawr!

"Not fair!" Pouted Jess, the red of shame tinging her cheeks. "You're wrong, it's not like that!" She obliviously said, not thinking how Kevin would interpret it. Yet when she saw her boyfriend's angry face she panicked and pleaded, practically on her knees. "Pleeeaaase, just the outfit from Angelic Pretty, I'll do anything you say, even the dishes" Bawr!

"Wait, what? You... You can't be serious" said Jess, he couldn't be serious, she couldn't just return these. they were hers. she bought them! But his face, it was so serious... He was going to do something really bad to her. "Can... Can I keep at least one?" Bawr!

"uuumhh, hi, hunny..." Jess said trying to hide the shopping bags behid her, "I... I went shopping... with

Gosh, they're so friggin cute!!

So sweet how things are going now, and the time lapses (jumps maybe?) Make it feel so much

I'm really in a lack of words here, incredible maybe sums things up. The dream was so vivid, and yet still a dream. I'm even more eager(eagerer?) for the next chapter

Wow, is it someone's birthday? Christmas earlier? If so I want a pacifier from Santa. And oh baby it's triple!!! Not only that but with little sister Oaklee (Olena?!) all over the place. And this planning of theirs, so many things

Gosh,

Maybe pt, maybe not, too much, too little, just enough, what are those things? The answer is 'depends'. (Or Huggies?).

So, lots of character developing there, Oaklee is confuse, Mac's seems to be too, but less?! And, if I got this right, she turned into ageplay?! Like further into it. Probably because of the quantum STD thing (loved that line) and Missy's trying to fix things up, but there's only so much you can do through

Sophie and Pudding used shocking chapter. It Was Super Effective! Little Lamb is Stunned. I'm Still working out how I feel about this chapter, but it's marvellous anyway. And there's a whole new rainbow of characters to theorize and speculate about, if I have the time I'll re-read some of the chapters (probably the whole story) and see if I can work something at least concise out.