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I guess the darker diaper dimension stories have a tendency to bring out the Black Block in me. That's as much a fear reaction as anything, although while I strongly advocate that the revolution be political and nonviolent most of the darker DD goverments are basically full on Orwell's worst nightmare level fascist, in which case I am perfectly okay with armed resistance. Gault seems to be an interesting exception but overall.... Sorry got on tangent, basically I like the nuture/care aspect of being a Little but the idea of forcing someone into a situation that they don't want any part of.... Also just because I'm Little dosen't mean I can't have a fierce feisty side I think that has a lot to do with my 6 wing

Sounds like you've got a plan (gives thumbs up)

So I talked with one of my flatmates about being a Little today and got a surprisingly positive reaction. Basically good natured/confused curiosity, which makes me feel a lot safer about being Little at home. I don't think one other flatmate would care so I think I could start wearing around the apartment under my clothes as well.

Also found this which is just lol https://www.amazon.com/Chibi-Girls-Horror-Coloring-Beautiful/dp/1978046839/ref=pd_sim_14_10?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=1978046839&pd_rd_r=QNXQKQ7JQ2RK5C1Z9Q84&pd_rd_w=GqB7S&pd_rd_wg=1XuCn&psc=1&refRID=QNXQKQ7JQ2RK5C1Z9Q84 My punk side love the subversion of cute = wholesome, my goth side loves the supernatural/horror angle, and my Little side loves how how god damn cute the art looks I kind of want to see if I can find any tarrot themed ones

I've been looking into adult color books as a way of both getting in touch with my Little side and as form of stress relief/creative outlet. Found something that made me go, how the hell did they get inside my head? https://arttherapycoloring.com/shop/coloring-book-for-teens-vol-3/ I mean I'm a queer hipster Little so at some point I'm going to have to buy this. This one also seems fun https://arttherapycoloring.com/shop/cat-coffee-coloring-book/

So excited to meet another one. I think that's part of why being Little resonates with it makes so that I feel less broken like there's at least the possibility of me being able to be happy with someone? Like one my anxieties with a long term relationship is that I'm such hot mess, what do I have to offer? But if there are actually people out there who find it emotionaly fulfilling looking after a high maintenance hot mess of a partner maybe there's hope? I don't know if that made any sense?

I don't normally go in for age play but does anyone else think It would be fun to do a LARP scenario where everyone is playing as late elementary school to college aged characters in a youth adventure series, like the Goonies or Stranger Things?

After dinner Laura and Kelly watch some TV before climbing into bed with Laura spooning Kelly from behind. As Kelly lies there slowly drifting off to sleep they feel Laura’s hand slide across their crotch and butt, opening their pajamas. Whispering into Kelly’s ear “You did something this afternoon when you touched my sex Kelly girl, something that only a handful of people have ever done.” “What’s that Mom?” “You made me horny and I want you to do it again. Can you do that baby? Make mommy cum?” Kelly’s response is to roll over and shoved their hand inside Laura’s pajamas cupping her mons. Kelly plants a kiss on her cheek before whispering into her ear. “I’d love to.” Kelly fingers aren’t big enough to penetrate deeply but that doesn’t stop her from getting Laura extremely wet and short of breath. She massages Laura’s labia and clit in slow circles before sliding their hand lower to caress her thighs and the crease where they meet the pubic area. Meanwhile Laura is rubbing Kelly’s little clit. “Oh shit! That’s my good girl! Oh Kelly! Baby you’re going to make mommy cum!” Laura curls Kelly into a bear hug as she let’s out a long low groan. “I did good?” “You did amazing! I love you so much Kelly girl!” Kelly blushes as Laura plants a kiss on her forehead. “Now it’s time for your reward. Anything special you want?” “Could… Could you finger me?” “How could I resist a chance to play with that cute butt?” Laura is grinning from ear to ear “I’ve got a perfect position in mind, just give me a sec Kelly.” Laura strips off her now soaked pajamas before taking Kell’s off and grabbing a thing of lube from the bedside table. Kneeling on the bed she positions Kelly so that they are straddling her soaked thighs. So slowly and tenderly she works a finger that is easily the size of a small toy into Kelly’s eager anus. Kelly letting out low groans of pleasure the entire time. Working in and out, slowly, she begins to finger her cute Little’s but. Kelly thrusting back and forth against Laura’s penetration, discovers that with the way she’s positioned she’s basically fucking Laura’s slick thighs. This goes on for a while before Kelly let’s out a keening cry as her juices coat Laura’s thighs and sex. Laura holds a shuddering Kelly as they slowly come down from the post orgasm high. The two look at each other with a mix of love and exhaustion before resuming their spoon and drifting off to sleep…. Later that night one of the nurses changing Kelly’s diaper notices a different kind of mess. After finishing the change “Looks like you had a really fun dream little one.” Smiling she plants a kiss on Kelly’s forehead before leaving

Pansexual and Nonbinary so I know what it's like to be forced to live with nonaccepting parents. All can offer is letting you know that I've been there for whatever that's worth.

Oh yeah, that and basically as art therapy.

I guess I've come to like the Amazon/Little terminology because, while I've never liked the age play angle specifically I do like the idea of being cared for. Also describing myself as "a Little" I don't know, it just feels like a more comfortable way of referring to my very real neruodevelopmental/emotional regulation issues. I guess that's one of the amazing things about the internet you find terms for things you unconsciously needed but were never aware of. I do agree that Big or Caregiver would work better probably for not scaring the straights. I second the last part.

Yeah if I ever find my amazon I'm not sure I could ever call them mom in public. Maybe at Pride but yeah.

I think that why your stories resonate with me, it reflects a lot of stuff I need to hear

It was both a shout out to another author on this site and a reference to a Credence Clearwater song. I wake up with a splitting headache and a fever. My mouth feels like rodents have been nesting in it. Everything aches, bone pain is the fucking worst. I’m in a padded cell with a built-in bed mercifully there is a toilet for me to empty my stomach into. I rinse my mouth out at the sink before taking stock of the situation. I have muscle weakness/tremors and can barely stand, that and I feel my old friend brain fog has come to visit. I’m wearing a hospital gown….. and a very wet diaper. “Oh, dam it to the infinite hells! ….. Well it’s not like I didn’t know where this was going. Normally I’d enjoy this sort of thing but under the circumstances….. Yeah no.” I call up my biocomp and get the following message “Error Fatal exception #$#$#jjjjj333334434mamaadkaMMGGHValpja. System Overload DErdedcted. PLSAw RENninfnask.” “Well that’s just great biocomp’s going to need to shut down and reboot and given that it’s the only thing keeping what I’m assuming are some honey badger level badass nanites at bay, that would be in advisable.” I’d take the diaper off but then I feel both my bladder and bowels let go without warning. “Well that just completes the day I’ve been having.” Given the muscle tremors, brain fog, and sudden incontinence; the nanites have most likely caused systemic nerve damage. Nothing for it but to try and get some sleep, I figure I’m going to need it. I wake up to a cold saturated diaper and the sound of an explosion followed by gunfire. “Halle-fricking-lujah about time the cavalry showed up.” Fifteen minutes later the shooting has stopped, and the door opens….. on another Amazon in full battle rattle. Not the rescue I had hoped for but I’m not going to be picky in this situation. “We’ve got another one of the Littles they were holding. Hang on sweetheart and I’ll get that collar off.” “Shit that’s right I’m 5’8” so they seem me as being at the upper end of little range.” I try to say “Thank the powers you’re here! My names Ashley Redacted and I’m the director of the millennium group, I need you to….” But instead it comes out as “Dpwjm dps hiasfe yic’fs psfs! Ky jwkse Weplsy wjt O’k dps tofsudif ir dps kollsjjock qfich, O jsst yic di.” “Oh, you poor thing they took your voice?” “Yeah this just keeps getting better and better” “Rcum Ks” The amazon scoops me up, uses some kind of tool to get the collar off and carries me out of the building. I can see that parts are on fire and more, hostages? test subjects? are being carried out by other amazons. I can see that some of them have tails and other animal parts grafted on. One amazons takes note of this as well. “Catalons, you know they drug their own citizens whole sale?” and shakes their head. Well that explains the ‘The Island of Doctor Moreau’ thing. (shudder) After loading onto one of the waiting helicopters we lift off into the night sky as exhaustion over takes me and I find myself fading back into unconsciousness. Shout out to Lightman for the idea on how to scramble the speech

CW: Medical Horror When I come to I’m naked, well except for what is probably a control collar of one type or another and being dragged down a long concrete hallway by two giants one on each arm. Ah the old strip’em to make them feel helpless and powerless trick, classic. So, looks like it’s torture time and these people are probably going to especially creative so at least I won’t be bored. I used to have a super low pain tolerance, pulling a Lazarus three times in as many centuries gets rid of that real quick. Even so everyone breaks eventually. I can ignore the pain. Threats of death work on a lot of people but I’ve got my consciousness quantum entangled with a clone body. I die the link breaks and I wake up, with nothing worse than the mother of all hangovers. The milspec cyber will neutralize drugs. But there are ways to get to even people like me. Ways to psychologically torture someone who doesn’t particularly care whether they live or die. Sleep deprivation, isolation, threats to other prisoners, all work amazingly well. And that’s only the usual vanilla stuff. The amazons have their own special sauce that’s probably going to be rattling around my headspace for the next few decades. Like I said everyone breaks. The key is roll with it and wait for your moment. Dissociation, fantasy, blacking out, your brain is trying it’s damndist to protect its self because it can’t process what’s happening. Use that, wait for your moment then go all out, it’s not over until you give up. Me personally I tend to watch everything that’s happening like it’s a movie, it’s gotten to where I can see myself from third person. And as I watch myself get dragged down the hall I start to work on the soundtrack…. “Oh, Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home Oh, Mama I can hear you a-cryin', you're so scared and all alone Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long” I’m strapped to a steal exam table. I recognize most of the equipment and for this tech level it’s top of the line stuff. There’s a mirrored observation window about 20 feet up. The walls are white tile as is the floor, drains regularly spaced. I could probably dislocate my wrist to get to the tray of surgical tools but with the guards in riot gear that would be pretty pointless, especially since the collar seems to be interfering with my implants. Maybe I can piss them off enough that they kill me or rather my shell? Probably not but being a smart ass always boosts my mood “So, what are we doing today? By the way I’m a huge fan of the medical horror/bright and shiny hell aesthetic. I always thought the whole dank concrete gulag thing lacked class and style. You know?” No response as a tech hooks me up to an IV. “You know my biocomp’s still working right? Your collar didn’t shut that down, drugs aren’t gonna do shit. Ah whatever maybe I’ll get to see some pink dinosaurs riding a flying spoon…. Tough crowd…..” Five minutes later something is clearly wrong my infection control protocols are kicking into over drive. It feels like I’m burning up, my blood pressure is becoming erratic as is my cardio rhythm, endocrine levels and neuro chem is all over the place, white cell count is spiking. Then the seizure hits and it all goes black once again……

Slow claps jaw hanging open

You play D&D? I did a lot of pathfinder before school got to be to much

Interesting not that different from my method although I tend to put a lot of myself in. I think one of the hardest things about writing dialogue for me is getting into the head space of someone very different than me. I'm worried that it's kind of making a lot of my characters feel too similar.

No probs. I actually had a really fun idea character gets "rescued" by another well intentioned group of amazons who treat them like any other little. I was already doing this as kind of a dark action comedy, maybe I should just go full farce?

Would you mind possibly collaborating on the amazon scenes? You always do a great job on those. Actually I think it would be kind of hilarious that this reluctant hero goes in resigned for full on SAW type shit and ends up being babied, maybe because the amazons know the jigsaw/Hannibal routine wouldn't work so they try something different. p.s. character uses they/them pronouns

Thanks. I tend to write in short two to three paragraph bursts because sustained attention is difficult for me to do. Then I get eager to see people reactions..... Thanks for checking in How are your projects going I thank you said you had six stories in the works?

Looking around at the wreckage I try to plot my next move. “So, we need new wheels. I guess we could take one of the SWAT vans, the fifteen-year-old ‘Grand Theft Auto’ player in me really wants to do that, but that’s gonna be pretty dam conspicuous. I can’t fit in the uniforms, I don’t have a holoprojector, and I’ve never been good with illusions. To literal minded and difficulty with spatial reasoning/visualization. I could transmute the uniform, but I think in this universe I’m a little short for a SWAT officer.” “Sorry to interrupt the brainstorming session, but we have more incoming Director.” “Sitrep” “Two helos in bound, turbine chemical fuel engines, no weapons. I’ve just breached their coms. Looks like we warrant the attention of this countries paramilitary counter terrorism unit.” “Oh good, it’s nice to feel valued, really helps the self esteem issues.” “Also, they mentioned; high value target for our ‘off world friends’ and first field test of the new equipment.” “We are so screwed.” “I concur.” Two birds buzz the highway at 18m, black shapes jumping out and landing with a loud crash and the sound of crunching concrete. I zoom in to get a better look… “Very screwed…” My voice comes out in a whisper. Two ten-person squads of extremely angry special forces are closing in on me wearing heavy assault armor that is not domestic manufacture. “I’m going to lose this shell. Shame I was just starting to feel like it was actually my body.” I let loose with three round bursts but they just splat on the shields, no pen. Then there is a loud bang, and everything goes absolutely silent. “I can’t move why can’t I move limbs, am I paralyzed? No been paralyzed before this is not that. Shit the suit has lost power…. Oh, fuck sweet Rama Krishna no! They’ve got a mother fucking stasis grenade! How? Buying just one of those would clear out a billionaire’s savings account. You usually can only find the necessary components in elder civilization ruins from when the various universes were young. Local disruption of time stream. I can’t even activate ‘Last Light’. Didn’t think the syndicate considered me worth that kind of trouble.” The last thing I see is an armored giant standing over me saying “Tranc um before the stasis field wears off." I feel something punch through my suit and everything goes black.

Glad your liking it, don't have as much time to write since it's getting to be the middle of the semester but should have more soon.

There’s about thirty uniforms and a dozen SWAT guys. Unfortunately for them I’ve basically got “God Mode” on. The DCM AC 300 carbine goes from shoe box to implant of death in three seconds, the stock and barrel sliding out. The micro fission power pack has enough charge for 200 standard shots. Theoretically if you used all the charge at once, risking burning out the focusing array, you could punch through the front armor of a Soviet T72 and back out through the engine block. I snap a reflex shot without even thinking about it. SWAT mook one drops with a hole clean through their chest the shot continues for another 600m blowing a chunk out of the side of a building. Then I really get to work. Uriel paints the power supply for the cruisers. Glowing red on the AR display. Lithium ion, perfect. The reinforced battery compartments try their best but when you have an alkali metal suddenly exposed to oxygen and super-heated, in a confined space…… All twelve cars go in up in glorious action vid fashion. The suit doesn’t filter smells to preserve situational awareness, so I get a good whiff of scorched pork. Breathing deeply, I focus on tuning it out, way too many flash backs, meditation techniques, they help with holding it together long enough to get to somewhere you can have a breakdown in piece. The six or so surviving uniforms have broken and run except for one on the ground screaming. Four SWAT mooks are still up and firing, one’s arm is hanging limp. Their aim is good, but the shots bounce off my shield which momentarily flashes blue with each impact. Four shots, four people dead. I walk up to the screaming uniform. “Uriel gives me triage data.” The person’s entire left side is scorched and burned, the numbers don’t look good either. “I figure five percent survival chance?” “I concur Director.” “I’m so sorry friend.” I take an injector loaded with three times the recommend dose of a synthetic opioid and slam into their neck. I watch their eyes as the light fade, before closing them. “Go in peace to whatever it is you believe in.” “This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero To call home”

Also they basically cheat.....