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This story was written as an experiment using AI. Now before you freak out and start shouting, let me explain the procedure. I fed an AI a very vague outline of the story elements I wanted to use, and asked it to write a summary. Then I shortened the summary to an AI prompt and asked it to write a story based on that prompt. Finally, I read that story and decided that it was crap and did a complete rewrite from the ground up. (The story only has two sentences that were also used in the AI output, and I'm not saying which two.) After I was done, I ran the whole text through a couple of AI-detectors and they all agreed that it was written by a human (i.e. me). Even though the finished story isn't terrible, I doubt I'll do this again, since it felt more like editing than actually writing. That's my mummy Natasha sat cross-legged on the bed, fidgeting with her scarab necklace, her fingernail tracing the hieroglyphs carved on its silver carapace. The dim glow of a fake candle cast its warm, flickering glow over shelves filled with replicas of ancient artefacts and thick books on ancient Egypt. The night was warm, but the real summer heat and humidity had yet to arrive. "It's not just the wrapping," Natasha said. She glanced up at her girlfriend Alex standing in the doorway. "It's the ritual of it all. The ancient Egyptians revered death. They turned it into something sacred. Mummification wasn't just about preserving the body. It was about preparing the soul for eternity. There's something that's just so... comforting, intimate about the whole thing. Being helpless, but at the same time eternal." Alex raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying you've got a thing for being wrapped up like a mummy," she said. Natasha felt her cheeks flush as she looked down and nodded. "But it's not just the wrapping. It's the surrender, the idea of being completely at someone else's mercy, of trusting them with your very existence." Alex pushed herself away from the door frame and walked across the room to kneel in front of Natasha. She put a finger under Natasha's chin and lifted her head to look into her eyes. "Well Tasha, If it's surrender you're after, I think I can accommodate you. "What do you mean?" Natasha whispered, her heart racing in her chest. Alex let go of her chin, letting her finger travel down Natasha's neck to her scarab necklace. "You want to be a mummy?" she purred. "Let's make you one." She took Natasha's hands and helped her up from the bed. "Close your eyes, and no peeking." When Natasha did as she was told, Alex carefully guided her out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Natasha held her breath as Alex let go of her hands. She could hear a drawer opening and closing. Then she felt Alex's hands on her shoulders and her warm breath against her neck as she whispered "Strip". Natasha swallowed, but obeyed, pulling her t-shirt off. Then, with trembling hands, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. Alex reached around Natasha, running her hands slowly down her chest to her hips, slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, pulling it out to let it snap back. "Everything, Tasha. Take it all off." Natasha slipped out of her underwear and stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a smile. She could almost feel Alex's gaze. "Much better," Alex purred. She lifted the scarab necklace off, making sure it didn't get caught in her hair. "You can open your eyes now." Natasha opened her eyes to find Alex standing in front of her, holding a big roll of plastic wrap. She felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as Alex knelt in front of her and began wrapping her legs. The plastic clung tightly to her skin; each layer feeling like a promise and a surrender. "How's this?" Alex asked, her breath warm against Natasha's collarbone as she wrapped her torso. "Tight enough?" "Mm-hmm," Natasha nodded. "It's perfect." Alex picked up a pair of scissors and held it between her teeth like a movie pirate would do with a dagger. "Okay, deep breath and hold still." Then she began wrapping her head. After a few claustrophobic seconds, Alex cut through the plastic covering Natasha's mouth. "You good?" she asked. "Yeah." By the time Alex was done, Natasha was entirely cocooned, her entire body felt tingly and her vision was blurred by the layers of plastic covering her face. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. "You look absolutely fantastic," she said, her tone almost reverent. Natasha felt Alex wrap her arms around her, resting her hands on her butt before lifting her up, holding her like an oversized baby. Natasha's world swayed gently as Alex carried her back to the bedroom. She felt a strange, giddy sense of detachment, as if she was floating through time. Alex's strong arms felt like the only anchor tethering her to reality. Alex laid Natasha on the bed, and stood back, admiring the plastic-wrapped body gleaming under the soft light of the fake candle. "Are you ready?" Alex pulled off her tank top, and began unbuttoning her leather jeans. "No," Natasha whispered hoarsely. "Leave them on." Alex smiled and buttoned the pants back up. Alex traced the contours of Natasha's body, the plastic creating a strange, but sensual barrier. The touch felt muted to Natasha, almost like a memory. She teased her; her fingertips grazing her breasts, her sides, her thighs. Every touch sending sparks of pleasure through Natasha's helpless body. "You're so beautiful like this," Alex murmured, her lips brushing against the plastic covering Natasha's cheek. "So helpless. So... mine." Natasha moaned softly. This was everything she'd fantasised about - the vulnerability, the complete surrender. Then disaster struck. Natasha's body, trapped in its plastic prison, suddenly reminded her of a very basic need. "Alex," she mumbled, her voice panicked. "I need to-" "Shh-shh-shh," Alex soothed, her hand resting on Natasha's chest. "What is it, Tasha?" "I need to pee. Now." Alex's eyes widened, and she cursed under her breath as she fumbled for the scissors on the night stand. But it was too late. Natasha's bladder, unwilling to wait any longer, let go, and a wet warmth spread. It seeped between the layers of plastic and into the sheets beneath her. She froze, her face burning with shame. "Oh no," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as Alex tore away the plastic covering her face. "I'm so sorry." Alex's expression softened, and she gently stroked Natasha's hair. "It's okay," she said, her voice calm. "Accidents happen. Let's get you cleaned up." She carefully cut the plastic, peeling it away, and helping her to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of her accident, but leaving the embarrassment. When Natasha emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, Alex had already stripped the bed and replaced the sheets. She pulled her into her arms, loosening the towel and letting it fall to the floor. She held her tightly and stroked her back. "You're okay," she whispered. "It was an accident, not the end of the world." "I ruined everything," Natasha said, her voice trembling. "No, you didn't." Alex kissed her cheek. "We'll try again. But this time, we're taking precautions." True to her word, Alex had a plan. She held up a diaper. "Why do you have-" "Lie down," Alex interrupted. Natasha laid back and let Alex slide the diaper under her butt. The tissue paper-like touch of the diaper as she pulled it up between her legs and taped it in place was... strangely comforting. It felt like a reminder that Alex would be there to take care of her. When Alex returned from the kitchen with the roll of plastic wrap, she stopped in the doorway for a second and sighed. "What is it?" Natasha asked, worried that she was having second thoughts. "I'm about to start messing around with a mummy, and I don't even have a fedora." Natasha just looked back at her, clearly confused. "Or a whip," she added. Realisation dawned on Natasha. "You're such a dork." "Maybe, but that's not going to stop me." She held up the plastic wrap. "Ready for round two, my little mummy?" Despite the heat, Natasha shivered as Alex began wrapping her again. The plastic clinging not only to her skin, but also to the diaper, tugging at it as Alex pulled the plastic tight. When she was done, she once again laid Natasha's helpless body down on the bed. Natasha's heart raced with anticipation as she watched Alex slowly wriggle out of the tight leather jeans and panties, before lying down next to her. Unlike the first time, this time Alex didn't hold back. Her touch was firmer, less tentative. Her fingers traced patterns on the plastic that sent jolts of pleasure through Natasha's body. And when she leaned in to kiss her through the small slit in the plastic, their lips pressing against each other, Natasha couldn't help but moan. Alex's touch grew more insistent, teasing her mercilessly. Her fingers dancing across the plastic, never quite touching where Natasha wanted them to. She squirmed, her body arching helplessly against her plastic prison, only to get a hand on her chest, pushing her down. "Not yet," Alex whispered. "You're mine to play with, remember?" Finally, Alex acquiesced to Natasha's desires. She tore the plastic and slid her hand down the diaper, feeling her wetness. She moved slowly, drawing out every sensation until Natasha was trembling with the most delicious frustration. "Please," she begged, her voice muffled by the plastic. "Please, Alex." Alex smiled, her eyes dark with desire as she quickened her pace. The tension kept building and building, to impossible heights; and when the dam broke, a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through Natasha. She cried out, her back arching as her hips bounced off the mattress. As the waves of her orgasm quieted down, Alex leaned over Natasha, carefully tearing away the plastic to free her head. She stroked her damp hair, brushing it away from her eyes. "You did so well," she murmured. "I'm so proud of you, my beautiful plastic mummy." As Natasha lay there, Alex's arms wrapped around her bound body, she felt a warmth spreading through her diaper, pooling under her butt. Her face flushed as she fidgeted. Alex put a hand on her diaper and chuckled. "It's okay," she said, scooting up a little to kiss Natasha's forehead. "It's just us here. And I'm not judging." Natasha buried her face in Alex's shoulder. She was mortified, but at the same time she also felt... comforted? The wetness felt strange, heavy, but not unpleasant. There was something oddly intimate about it; almost like a reminder of how Alex had taken care of her. "I'm sorry," Natasha mumbled. "Don't be, Tasha." Alex's voice was gentle. "You're mine, every part of you." She smiled and gave the wet diaper a little squeeze. "Even the messy parts." Natasha smiled back, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with her diaper. "Now what do you say we get you out of this plastic before you turn into a giant, sweaty prune?" Alex slowly unwrapped her and as she did, Natasha felt a sense of peace. Her mummification fantasy had certainly not gone like she had thought it would, but in the end, it had given her what she needed: Surrender, trust, and the knowledge that Alex would always take care of her, no matter what. She couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, the ancient Egyptians had been on to something.

My work week just dragged on and on and on, like it would never end. But, finally, Friday was here and I was on my way home and ready for a weeks vacation. I was both extremely excited and nervous at the same time. This would be the first time ever trying something like this. An ABDL camp that offers just about everything someone could want. I stopped and gassed up my truck, grabbed a few bags of ice and headed home. I got home and backed up to my camper, put the truck in park and ran into the house and put on a Crinklz Astronaut diaper. I put some shorts on and headed back outside to get everything ready. I grabbed my RTIC cooler out of the shed and put it into the back of my pickup and then loaded the ice into it. Back into the house and I cracked open a beer and chugged it down. At the same time, I wet my diaper. It felt soo good. I went down the basement and grabbed a couple cases of beer out of the spare fridge and carried them outside and put them into the cooler. Back down to the basement and grabbed two more cases of beer and hauled them out to the cooler. One more trip for the last case of beer. Also grabbed a couple jars of shine and got everything loaded in the cooler. Then, back down the basement, I grabbed two packs of Rearz Daydreamer disposable diapers, two packs of ABU Tiny Tails disposable diapers and a package of Crinklz Astronaut diapers. I put them in a big cardboard box and hauled them out to the truck. Plenty of diapers, way more than I should need for a week at camp. The camp offers some skeet shooting and has a rifle range, so I grabbed some guns and plenty of ammo. Also grabbed my skeet vest. Then, I started to pack my suitcase. I went to put some underwear in there then thought, wait a minute, I'm not going to need these this week. I packed a few plastic pants, some socks, a few shirts and a pair of jeans. I also packed my big paddle, my hairbrush paddle and my giant wooden spoon. I started to get a little bit nervous about what my butt cheeks would be enduring this coming week. I cracked open another beer and took a big swig. I got my shave bag and my medicine and loaded that into my suitcase. I almost forgot about booster pads. I tossed a few into my suitcase and loaded it into the backseat of the truck. I paused a second and peed my diaper again. I loaded the ammo and gun cases into the back seat of my truck and locked it up. I took another swig of beer and then went back to the shed and got my fishing rods, tackle box and chairs and loaded them in the back of the truck and closed it up. I finished up my second beer and cracked open a third and took a big swig. Then I put the receiver hitch in my truck. I jumped in the truck and backed up the rest of the way to the camper and got it all hitched up. As I was hooking up the safety chains, I peed again and pooped in my diaper. It felt soo good. I really love the feeling of a messy diaper. I fired the truck back up checked the trailer lights. They were all good. I shut the truck off and locked it back up. All ready to go in the morning. I headed back into the house, grabbed another beer and sat down at the kitchen table and felt the load in my diaper squish all over my butt and up between my legs. I checked my phone for any new emails and then headed outside again. I got the mower out of the shed and mowed the lawn. My diaper felt soooo good walking back and forth with a big load in it and swelling up more and more while adding more pee to it. About half way through the yard, I stopped and grabbed another beer and then finished up the mowing. I put the mower away and headed back to the house. I lit the grill on my way in. My diaper was swelling up pretty big and I was wondering if any of the neighbors noticed my diaper bulge under my shorts. I washed my hands and then threw a few burgers on the grill for dinner. After I ate, and wet myself a few more times, I got an ABU Tiny Tails disposable diaper ready for bed with a thick Rearz booster pad in it. I took my shorts off and jumped into the shower and took my dirty diaper off and got cleaned all up and showered. I got out and dried off and put on my boosed Tiny Tails disposable diaper. I took a shot of Crown Royal, set my alarm for 3 am, wet my diaper and then went to bed early, ready for my big trip to my first time at a diaper camp.

1. General settings The Dragon Cave is a large cave in Atilet Slopes. According to rumors, a big treasure is guarded by a dragon there; that’s why the cave name. Several attempts to get the treasure have failed already. An adventure party is gathered in Claycliff, a small town south of the Slopes. They would like to get the treasure. 2. Character list Harold Age – early 30’s Gender & Sex – Male Class – paladin. He is a brave hero and a native party leader; strong and experienced in fighting skills. Harold was a member of King’s personal guard, but he left his job and decided to be a mercenary. The main reason was obvious - gold and money, but he also likes the leader role that he didn’t have in the King’s guard. Personality – Strict but fair. However, he isn’t used to females in party and often shows his distrust. Of course, there were no women in the army let alone King’s personal guard. Clothing & equipment: ATK: 5 DEF: 5 MATK: 0 MDEF:0 SNK: 2 ESC: 2 Priscilla Age - Early 20’s Gender - Female Sex - Female Class - Mage. Can cast a variety of spells from offensive elemental magic to smaller utility spells like creating orbs of light to brighten up dark areas such as caves. Extensive spell casting upsets her bowels so she needs to wear diapers as a precautionary measure. Most mages do not suffer from this issue so it is quite the mystery. Mana - Like other magic users, she has a finite amount of mana to cast spalls with though as a person trained in the art of magic she has much more mana than the average person. When it gets low she will need to scarf down a lot of food followed by some rest in order to replenish it. Some spells use more than others, the stronger the spell, the more mana it uses. When she has used up too much mana her body will collapse from exhaustion, rendering her unable to move her limbs until her mana is replenished again. This system also applies to healing magic but tends to be less of an issue since outside of large scale healing spells, support spells tend to require less mana to use than offensive magic. Though notably a lot of Priscilla’s utility magic costs very little mana so she will have no trouble using those unless a: she is already out of mana at that time or b: she doesn’t want to upset her tummy any further and risk an messy accident. Personality - Quiet, embarrassed and ashamed about her condition, easily flustered but is a sucker for praise. Tends to hide her face in her large hat when embarrassed. Clothing - Typical mage attire. Large hat, long cloak both a shade of purple it’s pretty by the numbers but why fix what isn’t broken, hm? And besides, the cloak can be flipped up for impromptu diaper checks! She’ll definitely throw a fit if you do that though! Equipment - She always has her trusty staff with her! It’s made of a special magic conductive wood which she carved herself! It was part of what she had to do while learning magic. It curves on the top into a C shape. ATK - 0 DEF - 0 MATK - 5 MDEF- 3 SNK - 2 ESC - 1 BLS = 50, feeling urge at 40 BLI = 2 BWS = 90, feeling urge at 70 BWI = 3, casting a spell adds 2-4 to the actual roll Kennan Age - early 40’s Class – rogue. He is not physically strong but very dexterous and perceptive. He easily can detect enemies, unlock doors and even solve puzzles. His past is partially criminal – his fingers were trained by pickpocketing. He also was careful enough not to be caught. After several years, he decided to use his skills on the other side of the law and offered his services to adventurers’ parties. These skills can be very useful in every mission. Personality – Kennan is a mature man, and he is sensitive to everybody. His personality is a direct contrast to Harold. Clothing: Equipment – besides of the dagger, Kennan is equipped with a complete set of pick-locking tools. ATK: 3 DEF: 4 MATK: 0 MDEF:0 SNK: 4 ESC: 4 Michelle Age – late 20’s Gender & sex – female Class – cleric. Michelle is a powerful healer; she can use herbs, elixirs or magic to cure all kinds of diseases and wounds. She learned all skills from her mother – a powerful witch. However, she had to pay a prize for it – she never got potty-trained; her mother had to change her diapers until Michelle left their home. Michelle still doesn’t like the diaper changes on her own and would welcome if somebody else took care of her. Personality – quite cheerful and content with her diaper condition. She even likes her diapers even if she doesn’t want to admit it. Clothing: Equipment – a bag with herbs and elixirs, a big bag with spare diapers and cleaning utensils. ATK: 2 DEF: 2 MATK: 3 MDEF:4 SNK: 3 ESC: 4 BLS = 40 BLI = 3 BWS = 120 BWI = 2 3. Scene 4.Plots and relations Kennan is a sensitive man. During his criminal past he lived in a lair together with women and even children. This experience made him sensitive, and his relationship with the female party members is almost parental; after all, they are much younger than him. He easily accepts the diapers and is willing to be a caretaker. Harold, on the other hand, doesn’t like that relationship, but he has to accept magic and healing abilities. He accepts the women even if with a bit grumbling. Occasionally, he argues with Kennan about his alleged effeminacy. Michelle is glad she has found somebody willing to take care of her and doesn’t show any sign of embarrassment when she asks Kennan to change her diapers. She even does it publicly, in front of Harold to tease him. She also likes to tease Pricsilla by checking her diapers. Prissy could probably be teased a lot by anyone of the party! Though of course not in a malicious way. And if she ever finds herself out of mana, she’s gonna need everyone to pitch in and take care of her until she can move on her own again. She is also rather frail, like physically so she is of course going to need protecting in battle. More so than the average mage. That’s part of why her body reacts so negatively if she fires off too many spells.

Jenny is a high powered attorney who just needs time to relax. So she decides to post a ad online offering her services to become a baby to help he relax.

Hi everyone! I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while now, so I’d love to hear what anyone thinks about it! Criticism is always allowed as long as it’s constructive, and any ideas are gratefully accepted! I like getting inspiration from people “Our world was created by a god who’s name was lost to time. Should we have known it, we wouldn’t have been able to speak it or write it anyways. The god who created our world was alive long before us, at the very start of existence itself. The will of the universe to expand and build was given to a vessel, the god who created us. Our world was not the first. In the beginning of its duty, the god created to please the universe. But after a while, he grew tired of creating for someone else. The universe saw this, and gave the god freedom. The freedom to build to please itself, as well as to please its creator. The god began creating worlds that were for its own entertainment. We don’t know what these worlds were, but we can assume they were in some way similar to ours. But after creating for so long, and with an infinity of time ahead of it, the god ran out of ideas. So, he went back to the universe, asking for help. The universe gave him the gift of not only creation, but of life. The god was grateful, and began breathing life into his previously ‘dead’ worlds. As well as this, the god created new worlds with life as well. And, of course, one of them was ours. However our world was special. Because it was one that the god allowed itself to have no control over after its creation. The god gave one world form. A massive world of extremes. Full of mountains and rivers and deep valleys and even deeper oceans. Then, the god had an idea. He created something. Well, two something’s. One was a boy, the other a girl, both were ethereal forces beyond what we’d be able to comprehend. Their names were also lost to time, but we know them now as Light and Dark. Dark was a boy, Light was a girl. The god gave his two children, really his first true children, a goal. He showed them the world he’d built for them. And he sat them down, one across from the other. The world was a game for them. They would both try and claim the world as their own. There weren’t any rules besides common sense, except that the two could not directly interfere and had to treat the world with kindness, even if one side was trying to take the world from the other. Now with a goal, a game, the god gave his children personalities. Dark was instinctive, animalistic, desperate to win but lacking a true mind of its own. In exchange, Dark was given immense strength and power in the physical. Light was different. She was the older sister to her younger brother, the kind caretaker of him once her creator left to watch the game. Light was given true sentience, a love for her brother, a will to win and the intelligence to do so as well. But in exchange, she had little to no power over the physical, all of her strength lying on the spiritual and mental. Then, the god introduced their means of winning. Each side would be able to take vessels to enact their physical will on the world. Neither side could themselves actually interfere with the world, and thus, they needed a way to be able to take action without doing so. Dark claimed Animalia, the animal kingdom itself. Just like his nature, Dark would enact his will through animals. But Light chose something that surprised both her brother and her maker. She chose humanity. They fit her, even if it was a strange choice. Humanity wasn’t strong, in fact most animals could beat them with relative ease. But still, they had intelligence. They could work together, they could build like their creator could. The god smiled, praising both his son and daughter. Finally, he gave them a way to win. Dark and Light, as a force, must fully take over the world to win. If Dark wanted to win, he must blot out the sun, moon and stars, plunging the world into an eternal night that no light could pierce through. And for Light to win, she would have to cast out every shadow, every piece of night, every tiny imperfection. The two agreed. And thus, the game started.” -The Source, a Text of the Worlds Beginning and End 10,000 Years Later The world had changed a lot since the beginning of the game. In the beginning, Dark had far overtaken Light. Animals were much easier to use in the earlier stages of the world's life than humans. Humans reproduced slowly, took time to build up and were easy to kill off. But Light bided her time, allowed her younger brother's ego to build itself. He was animalistic and not sentient, but her father had still given him emotions. And soon, when the time was right, humanity began to explode in numbers. Dark was stunned, and began struggling to pick up the pieces as humanity grew exponentially. The oppressive darkness that had completely covered the world, only punctured by the glowing radiance of a few scattered humans, began to fall back as that same glow spread quickly. As she found out, the innocence of an early human was the perfect tool to drive back Dark in a spiritual sense. Emotions of love, purity, light, happiness, innocence, they all drove back the night. And soon, both Light and Dark were stunned to find that humans had discovered fire. Not even her father had seen it coming. He’d never created fire, it had created itself as a natural part of the world. And as humans began to light bonfires and torches, the stars, one by one in the sky, started to turn on. With each small step towards brighter emotions and physical light, the night sky began to glow with stars. And as humanity spread, built houses, learned to craft tools and organize into societal casts, learned to nurture their young and began to understand the world around them and the history of their world, the moon slowly revealed itself. Dark couldn’t have been angrier at Light when the sun rose for the first time. It was an incredible display of power over her younger brother. But Light knew he held no malice towards her, only anger at the fact that he had started to lose. Dark now only could exist in specific places during the day, and was relegated almost totally to the nighttime. And humanity only grew more and more. Mid shacks became huts, became houses, became castles, became villages and towns and cities. But eventually, Dark began to form a plan. As well as someone without sentience could do so. It was incredibly flawed, full of holes that could have been exploited by his sister. But she was far too busy managing the kingdom she’d built to focus on his antics. So Dark used some of his influence. He found a priest in a far corner of the world, leaned down, and whispered something in his ear. And soon, the sun had a hard time rising. Dark acted within the rules, even though his sister claimed otherwise. But after his father had told him he’d done what he needed to, Dark gloated in his victory as his power grew. He’s corrupted a priest, turning his once glorious worship of Light into a worship of Dark. And his ideas began to spread. And in a matter of years, the sun stopped rising. The moon started to glow less and less. And one by one the stars in the night sky flicked off. Then, the last star died. And then, the fires blew out. And the radiance of humanity was no longer strong enough to save it from the darkness that began to engulf the world. It wasn’t an invasion. It wasn’t an attack, an assault or a war. It was simply a transference. Dark replaced Light. It was almost gentle. A wall of darkness engulfing all in its path. Those who witnessed it were filled with calmness. Acceptance. The darkness gently pulled them into its arms, holding them close and laying them gently on the ground as their light shattered, and the life slowly drained from their bodies as they fell asleep in the warm darkness. Light panicked. She looked for any way to salvage the game. But to no avail. She’s been hit where she was weakest, in the heart of a vessel who could spread his ideas to others. Light sat back. She’d lost…right? And then, her father pointed out something. There was one last person the dark hadn’t taken. One last vessel. In this situation, without her brother overhearing, he gave her permission to enact her physical will on one thing: that last vessel. Somehow, the darkness couldn’t touch him. The boy was fast asleep on a mattress of fabric filled with soft hay and grass, covered in a fur blanket in a wooden log house. It was a village at the very edge of the world, on the edge of the vast, icy northern ocean. He had slept through the silent transference of power from Light to Dark, somehow. And the Dark couldn’t touch him. It coiled and drifted around him, probing the radiance around him and looking for a way in. Light leaned down and stepped into the world next to his bed. She scanned him. 16, nearly 17 years old. A boy with short white hair and beautiful, ice blue eyes. She sat down on the bed next to him, placing a hand on his side. His mind, she needed to see if there was anything there. His body didn’t give any indication of why the Dark didn’t touch him, so maybe his mind would have some clues… What she found intrigued her. He…was very different from most. Most minds were as their age showed. A 20 year old behaved as the world dictated a 20 year old should. But this boy…his mind held that, yes, but also something else. A childlike quality. A deep, deep sadness, yes, but also… She was able to pluck the words she needed from his mind. She didn’t know what they were herself until she understood their context. He had the normal qualities of a 16 year old. He wanted to be a warrior, he knew the sword like the back of his hand, he wanted to find someone to marry one day. Those were normal desires for almost anyone. But he also held a deep, deep sadness. A longing. He was very, very lonely. And his mind had a desire that would have fixed that loneliness. We wanted so desperately to be a child again. Not even a child, a baby. This boy wanted that level of innocence. He wanted that level of love from another, that level of caring and comfort and mental peace. He wanted to feel like a baby, taken care of by a mother. That was it. Not much in this world was more innocent and loving than a baby. And those two qualities, she knew, could drive back the Dark. She had a way to maybe win this. Just maybe…

I have other stories in this fairy tale world and in a vampire world. Links are in my bio, if you are interested. My Rosy Woods stories do not have any smut. Regardless, Rapunzel’s relationship is non-romantic due to her being in a magically permanent babyspace. MOMMY KNOWS BEST: A MDLG RETELLING OF RAPUNZEL WITH MAGICALLY PERMANENT BABYSPACE by Letitia Marula Part 1 {This story has light CNC themes in the first part due to the fact Rapunzel cannot remember anything about her past. So consent is a bit dodgy.} The world is dangerous, but Mommy keeps Rapunzel safe. Happiness is a cage she doesn't want to leave. High in the tower and in her nursery, she’s Mommy’s precious adult baby—no worries, no choices, just endless play. She’s a good girl. She’s happy. Until the prince climbs in, whispering forbidden words: freedom, consent, adulthood. His ideas hurt her head, stirring memories she shouldn’t have. Doubt creeps in. Is Mommy protecting her—or imprisoning her? When the truth unravels, Rapunzel must decide: face the terrifying unknown or cling to the safety of Mommy’s arms. A fairy tale retelling about love, control, and the seductive illusion of happiness. Would you rather be safe or free? 1 Mommy’s Precious Baby Rapunzel woke to the sound of her own cries. Her body felt wrong—wrapped too tightly, unable to move. Her limbs were tucked against her chest, her fingers twitching against soft fabric. A thick warmth surrounded her, cradling her like a cocoon. Panic rose in her throat as she tried to kick, but her legs wouldn’t obey. She was trapped. She could only see the baby mobile of purple crystals above her, she couldn't lift her head or arms to see her dark-skinned hands. Her long, thick golden-brown hair cascaded out of the soft trap she was stuck in, and pooled around her like a river of sunlight contained in coiled locks. A shadow fell over her: a woman with a timeless, ageless beauty and skin like warm honey appeared in her field of vision. Her dark hair was tied up in an elegant bun. She looked so pretty, she must have stepped out of a painting. “Oh, my precious baby,” Mommy cooed, her voice smooth as silk. “Shh, it’s okay. Mommy’s here.” The arms that lifted her were impossibly strong yet gentle, as if she weighed nothing at all. Rapunzel was pressed against Mommy’s chest, her face nuzzled into soft fabric scented with lavender and something sweet. A hand rubbed slow, steady circles on her back, easing the panic from her muscles. But something was missing. Rapunzel couldn’t name it. Couldn’t grasp the thought before it slipped away, leaving only the raw edges of confusion behind. “Mommy’s baby had such a big cry,” Mommy murmured, rocking her. Mommy was only a little bit taller than her but she felt so tiny in Mommy’s arms. “Such a helpless little thing. But it’s okay, my love. You’ve always been Mommy’s precious baby, and you always will be.” The words settled inside Rapunzel, gentle and warm, like milk in her tummy. Hadn’t she always been Mommy’s baby? She tried to think, but her mind felt… soft. Like a lullaby half-remembered. Mommy kissed her forehead. “There, there. No need to worry your little head about anything. Babies don’t need to think about anything except being taken care of. And Mommy takes such good care of you, doesn’t she?” Rapunzel’s lips parted, the answer forming before she could stop it. “…Es, Mommy.” A thrill ran through Mommy’s voice. “That’s my good girl.” Something about those words made Rapunzel’s tummy flutter happily. She let herself be rocked, let herself sink into the comfort, and when Mommy adjusted her blouse, Rapunzel instinctively latched on to suckle. It was like Rapunzel had done this a thousand times before despite not being able to remember anything that had happened before waking up. But beyond the warmth, beyond the safety of Mommy’s arms, beyond the yumminess of Mommy’s milk, there was the towering nursery. Everything was purple—the plush rug beneath the enormous crib, the heavy curtains draping the tall windows, the soft stuffies and the dresses of the porcelain dolls lined up in neat rows on the shelves. Everything was meant for a baby… except that everything was also far too large, like the baby was the size of an adult like Rapunzel was. The rocking chair could have fit two adults. The high chair in the corner was big enough for someone her size. Even the crib, its wooden bars impossibly high, taller than Rapunzel, was built to contain someone not meant to leave. And beyond the nursery, she could see more—the grand tower, lined with bookshelves, velvet seating, golden chandeliers. It was beautiful–and locked. Every cabinet was secured. Every staircase had a baby gate. Every door had thick iron locks. She was caged, wrapped in softness and gentleness. Mommy placed a hand against Rapunzel’s cheek, tilting her face up. Her nails were long and perfect, her skin smooth, untouched by time. She was beautiful, an otherworldly beauty that never faded. Mommy smiled. “See, my love? You’re safe here. No sad or scary thoughts. No worries. Just Mommy and her baby.” Safe. Yes. Mommy’s arms were safe. The world beyond the tower was not. Those were two things that she did remember. The third thing she knew was those first things were the only things that mattered. Rapunzel let her cheek rest against Mommy’s shoulder, her breath slowing, her mind quieting. Mommy rubbed her back and she let out a burp, startling herself. “Good girl.” Mommy praised her. A fourth thing Rapunzel knew was that being called a ‘good girl’ was the bestest. She still felt like something was missing. But Mommy could fix it. Mommy always knew best. 2 The Gentle Cage Mommy explained to Rapunzel in a soft, soothing tone. Mommy treated her not as a grownup but as something fragile—something that must be cared for, protected, and guided. She insisted that Rapunzel is an ‘adult baby’, someone too delicate for the harshness of the outside world. But something tugged at Rapunzel’s mind. A deep-rooted feeling that this wasn't right. That she was more than this. That her body and mind are stronger than Mommy says. The purple walls of the nursery kept feeling too bright, too suffocating. The oversized crib, the locked doors, the towering playpen—all of it felt wrong somehow. And yet, every time Rapunzel questioned it, Mommy responded with gentle, patient corrections: "Oh, precious baby, don’t hurt yourself thinking of things too big for you to understand." "Mommy will always keep you safe from the world. You’re too delicate to handle it." "You're my good girl, aren't you? Good girls don't ask silly questions." "Adults are always stressed. But my baby is safe, happy, and cared for." "Thinking too hard makes your head hurt, doesn’t it? Let Mommy do the thinking for you." Each word was like a lullaby, wrapping around her like vines, soft but unyielding. Yet a part of Rapunzel fought against them. She is not a baby. She is not helpless. She is a big girl. If only she could remember anything from before she woke up today. Everytime she tried to stand, to prove that she is strong—her legs trembled beneath her, weak, unfamiliar. She collapsed onto the soft, cushioned floor, her breath sharp with frustration. Mommy is always there in an instant, kneeling beside her, stroking her thick, golden-brown braids. "Oh, sweet baby. You tried so hard. Mommy is so proud of you. But babies crawl unless they are carried, it would be easier to walk if you let Mommy help you and hold your hand." This time, Rapunzel’s hands curled into small fists. “I don’t need you. I don’t need any of this!” Her voice wavered, desperate, shaking. “I especially don’t need this diaper!” Rapunzel reached under her dress and threw the wet diaper made of purple linen across the nursery. Mommy only smiled. "Are you sure that isn’t a fib, little one? Fibs earn punishments.” “Yes! I don’t need diapers or you!” “Then go, little one. Walk out the nursery door. Be a big girl, if that’s what you truly want." The words were a trap, and Rapunzel knew it. The door was there, just a few steps away. The key glints in the lock. But her legs are weak and her body is tired. Her head aches with too many thoughts, too many questions. Still, she dragged herself forward, crawling, reaching. The moment her fingertips brushed the doorknob, her head spun. A wave of nausea crashed over her as the walls tilt. The purple shifts, shimmers, ripples into something darker. A flicker of memory—something outside this tower. A field, a village, a name she cannot grasp—“No. No, no, no.” Rapunzel sobbed although unsure of what was upsetting her. Mommy’s hands were immediately there, pulling her close, holding her steady. The sickness faded as the fear vanished. Mommy wrapped in warmth. Safe. Protected. Mommy hummed softly, stroking Rapunzel’s cheek. "Shh, shh, my love. The world out there is too much for you. Stay here, where you're cherished. Where you're safe. Where you never have to be afraid again." Rapunzel trembled. She knew she should fight. She knew something was wrong. But it’s so much easier to let go. To stop thinking. To let Mommy take care of everything. Her resistance weakened because the outside world is sharp and terrifying. Here, in Mommy’s arms, she has no worries, no fear, no pain. Maybe Mommy is right. Maybe she’s not meant for the world beyond these walls. Maybe it’s better to stay. “Do you wanna play with your dollies again, precious baby?” “Yes.” “Do you want a fresh diaper? If you don’t use the potty and have an accident, Mommy will need to punish you for fibbing.” Mommy warned. Rapunzel furrowed her eyebrows. “I am a big girl, I promise. I don’t need a diaper. I know where the potty is.” “As long as you are sure you aren’t fibbing to Mommy.” “I am sure,” Rapunzel whined. “I am not a baby, I promise.” Rapunzel and Mommy played with dollies in their purple dresses that matched Rapunzel and Mommy’s purple dresses. She wasn’t sure what happened outside of the tower, but Rapunzel was pretty sure it wasn’t as fun as this. Rapunzel was brushing a porcelain doll’s hair when it happened. She had no warning and as it happened, she realised she had no memory of using the potty. Did she even know the steps? Did she ever use the potty before? Tears welled in Rapunzel’s brown eyes as her bladder released. Rapunzel only knew the feeling of pee in her diaper but now, she learned what it felt like to sit in a wet dress and have the warm sensation spread through not only her diaper area but also her legs, her dress, and the floor beneath her. She didn’t like it. Mommy gently took her doll away. “What did you do, precious baby?” “Pee, Mommy.” Mommy pulled Rapunzel up so Rapunzel was sitting on her knees as she fussed over Rapunzel’s wet dress, inspecting both the front and the back. “And what does this mean?” “I’m Mommy’s adult baby.” “Yes, you are and Mommy always knows best. What did you think you knew earlier?” Rapunzel sniffled. “That I was a big girl.” “And was that the truth?” “No, a fib.” “Why did you fib to Mommy? Good girls don’t fib.” “I thought I knew better than Mommy.” “And who was right, the Mommy who knows best or the baby who is too little for such big thoughts?” “Mommy. I don’t even know how to use the potty.” Mommy chuckled. “That’s because you have always been Mommy's precious baby and always will be. Fibbing earns a punishment.” Rapunzel gasped as Mommy suddenly leaned her forward so she was laying on her tummy on Mommy’s lap. “Fibbing and disrespecting Mommy will have you over her knee.” Mommy rubbed Rapunzel’s bum over the pee spot on her purple dress. “Yes, Mommy.” Rapunzel accepted although she had no idea what kind of punishment happened over Mommy’s knee. She was just an adult baby who was only a few hours old according to her memories. Did she ever even have a birthday before today? Rapunzel made a surprise yelp as Mommy’s hand came crashing down to smack the pee spot over her bum. “Hurts, Mommy!” Rapunzel whined. “Yes. And you will remember this pain so you do not make the same mistake again. Mommy is helping you remember to be a good girl.” Rapunzel whined as a second smack landed on her bum. She tried to crawl out of Mommy’s strong gasp but couldn’t. “Mommy, will I remember this when I wake up?” Mommy sighed as she pulled Rapunzel’s wet dress off her. “Yes. Today is your birthday. You will remember today when tomorrow comes. You will remember this spanking so you can be a good girl tomorrow.” The nude adult baby squealed as a rapid fire of spanks came crashing down. When Mommy finally finished and snuggled with the sobbing adult baby, Rapunzel added more things to the list of things she knew. 1 Mommy’s arms were safe. 2 The world outside of the tower is not safe. 3 The only things that mattered was that she was safe with Mommy. 4 Being called a ‘good girl’ was the bestest. 5 Mommy knew best. 6 Spankings were dumb and she will never get another one ever again. “Is Mommy’s precious baby ready for a fresh diaper and clean dress?” “Yes, Mommy.” 7 Rapunzel was a diapered adult baby who didn’t know how to use a potty and doesn’t like the feeling of peeing herself without a diaper. 3 Soft and Safe Rapunzel's tummy growled as she sat playing with her tea party set and her dollies. It was a sharp, insistent reminder of something real—something beyond the haze of soft words and gentle hands. Hunger gnawed at her, grounding her for the briefest moment in the reality of her body. Everything felt so surreal here. She shifted where she sat and rubbed her tummy, the thick padding between her legs a reminder of her place, of how Mommy sees her. The thought stirs something uneasy in her, but before she can dwell on it, Mommy was there. “Oh, my sweet little one, are you hungry? Mommy will take care of you.” The warmth of her voice seeps into Rapunzel’s bones, and her resistance flickers. It’s so much easier not to fight. To let Mommy care for her and what else was there, anyway? The world outside of the tower was scary, Mommy was safe. Mommy cradled her in the rocking chair, offering her Mommy’s milk again. It was warm and soothing. The taste was soft, herbal—like chamomile and fresh lettuce. It coated her tongue, dulling the sharp edges of her thoughts. Each sip is a lullaby, pulling her deeper into comfort, into safety. By the time her tummy was full, Rapunzel was calm and sleepy. Mommy stroked her hair and whispered softly. “Mommy will always keep you safe from the world. You are too delicate to handle it.” The words drift around her like a dream. After a nap, she played on the soft nursery floor, her fingers brushing the edges of wooden blocks and stuffed animals. The unknown toys feel strange at first—too simple, too childish—but the more she plays, the more they make sense. She stacked blocks, watched them fall over, and giggled when they tumbled down. The sound startles her. She had never giggled before, like Mommy said, today was her birthday and she never had a yesterday to laugh. This is easy. This is safe. No worries. No pain. No sharp thoughts pressing at the edges of her mind. All she needed to do was be a good girl–and stay away from the door that made her think upsetting thoughts. Mommy smiled. "Adults are always stressed. But my precious baby is happy because she lets Mommy think for her." Rapunzel pauses. The words should unsettle her. She should feel something—panic, defiance, anger. But all she feels is warmth. She fidgets with the hem of her dress, the familiar purple fabric soft beneath her fingertips. The outside world is sharp, cold, and dangerous. Here, everything is soft. Here, she is loved. The uneasy feeling gnaws at her again but this time telling her that the world outside doesn’t love her like Mommy does. Mommy is right, thinking too hard does make her head hurt. It’s better to let Mommy think for her. ~*~ The nursery was always so soft. Soft blankets, soft toys, soft words. But sometimes, in the quiet moments when Mommy wasn’t watching too closely, the world didn’t feel quite so soft. Rapunzel sat on the plush carpet, stacking wooden blocks, when a block fell under her crib. Retrieving it, her fingers brushed against something different—something cold and hard beneath the crib. She gasped and glanced toward the doorway. Mommy was humming in the other room, the sound drifting through the air like a lullaby. Carefully, she reached back under the crib, her fingers curling around the strange object. When she pulled it out, her breath caught. A tiny, silver hairpin with a green flower. It was delicate, intricate, unlike anything in the nursery. Everything Mommy, her, and her dollies had worn since the weeks since her birthday were purple. But this was green. Something about it sent a shiver down her spine. It felt... wrong. Not in the way Mommy said things were wrong, but in a way that made her chest tighten with something close to fear. She turned it over in her fingers, a strange sensation tugging at the back of her mind—like she should remember something. But no matter how hard she tried, the memory stayed just out of reach, like trying to catch mist in her hands. Rapunzel's first instinct was to show Mommy. Mommy always knew what to do. Mommy always made things make sense. But something stopped her. A whisper in her own mind, so quiet it almost wasn’t there. Hide it. Her heartbeat quickened. She didn’t understand why, but the thought terrified her. And yet... she obeyed. Quickly, she slipped the hairpin into the folds of her dress, pressing it against her skin. A few minutes later, she found the second thing. This time, it was a scrap of green fabric, torn and frayed at the edges. Not the soft purples that made up Mommy’s world, but a deep, rich green—the colour of forests, of something distant and wild–the colour of the outside. Her fingers trembled as she brushed it against her cheek. The scent of something unfamiliar clung to it. Grass? Wind? Something sharp and free, something that made her heart ache even though she didn’t know why. She swallowed hard, staring at it, gripping it tight. Why does this feel important? Why does this feel like… mine? A shadow flickered in the doorway. “Baby?” Rapunzel gasped and hid the green fabric in her hand, and pressed her hands over her lap to hide the hairpin. Mommy stood there, watching her with a soft smile. Her voice was warm, soothing, but Rapunzel thought she saw something sharper in her eyes. “What are you doing, precious one?” Rapunzel forced herself to smile. “Playing, Mommy.” Mommy tilted her head. For a long moment, she simply watched. Then, her smile widened. “Good girl.” But as Mommy walked away, Rapunzel realised her hands were still shaking. 4 Stork Stories Days passed in the nursery, each one soft and sweet, wrapped in Mommy’s gentle care. Rapunzel was always an adult baby, always safe, always cared for. She sat in her high chair for every meal, nibbling on soft foods that needed no chewing. Applesauce, mashed vegetables, warm porridge spooned into her mouth by Mommy’s steady hands. When she was thirsty, Mommy lifted her close and let her drink from the only source of comfort she had ever known. She never questioned it—why would she? Mommy’s milk was warm, soothing, and hers. The outside world didn’t exist. Only the tower, high above everything, where she would always be safe. To Rapunzel the windows were like living portraits, not something she wanted to step into. One evening, wrapped in the warmth of Mommy’s arms, she snuggled close, tracing lazy patterns on Mommy’s purple sleeve. The rocking chair creaked gently as Mommy swayed them back and forth. A question bubbled up in Rapunzel’s mind, innocent and pure as all her thoughts were. She sucked on her thumb for a moment, gathering courage, then asked softly: "Mommy, where did I come from?" Mommy's arms tightened just a little. "You were delivered by the stork, precious one, just like all adult babies." Rapunzel tilted her head, blinking up at Mommy with wide eyes. "But… was I ever an infant baby? Did I grow somewhere before my birthday here?" Mommy smiled, stroking Rapunzel’s hair. The answer came so gently, so sweetly, that it felt like the truth. “There’s no need to dwell on the past, little one. Good girls don’t ask questions. They trust that Mommy knows best.” Rapunzel wanted to believe her. Mommy’s voice made everything feel simple, easy. But as she drifted off to sleep in her crib that night, something lingered at the edge of her thoughts. Something unsettled. That night, she dreamed. She was small. Smaller than now. The world was dark, but she wasn’t afraid. Two voices whispered above her—warm, familiar voices, filled with love. A faceless couple cradled her close, their hands strong and real. She didn’t know them, and yet... she did. Their whispers tickled her ears. “Rapunzel.” Her name. They knew her name. A scent curled through the air—green and fresh, sharp yet comforting. She didn’t have a word for it, but something deep inside her whispered one. Lettuce. She reached for them, her tiny hands grasping for something just out of reach— And then she woke up, sobbing. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay swaddled in her crib, her little body shaking with the force of it. In an instant, Mommy, in her long flowy purple nightgown, was there. Strong, steady arms lifted her, cradling her against a warm chest. “Oh, my sweet baby,” Mommy cooed, rocking her. “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” Rapunzel buried her face in Mommy’s nightgown, breathing in her familiar scent—lavender, milk, home. She clung to Mommy, desperate to forget the faceless whispers. Mommy’s fingers combed through her hair. “Hush now, precious one. You don’t have to worry about dreams. They aren’t real.” Rapunzel sniffled, nodding against her. Mommy always knew best. Didn’t she?

Chapter 1 Chapter Text The dense fog that loomed over the Louisiana bayou cast an eerie veil over the dilapidated house, causing Chris Redfield to adjust his senses as he maneuvered through the oppressive wilderness. B.S.A.A. believed Lucas Baker had retreated here, continuing his grotesque experiments under the guise of twisted games, following his escape from the Dulvey incident. As one of the finest agents at capturing and eliminating biohazard threats, Chris took on the challenge with a determination that bordered on obsession. Inside the rotting shack, mechanical whirs and discordant beeps occasionally punctuated the quiet, alerting Chris to the fact that his target was near. But as he moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridor, a hidden trap was sprung—wires snapped taut, electricity crackled—and in a flash of disorienting light, darkness overwhelmed him. Chris awoke to find himself restrained, his arms and legs bound securely to a firm, cold chair. His struggling yielded nothing but the abrasive burn of ropes digging into his skin. Lucas Baker stepped into view with a triumphant grin stretched across his gaunt face. “Well, well,” Lucas drawled, infusing each word with mocking pleasure, “look who came to play. How’s our little Sleeping Beauty feelin’?” “Lucas,” Chris spat, his voice firm despite the throbbing in his head. “Let me go, and maybe I won’t break every bone in your sick little body.” “Oh, I’m afraid you’ve got it all wrong, Chrissy,” Lucas replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He circled Chris like a predator, eyeing its prey. “See, I don’t plan on lettin’ you go. No, no. You're gonna be my new family. My little brother.” The words were a twisted echo from a nightmare. Lucas reached into his pocket, producing a rusty switchblade. With deliberate movements, he began slicing through Chris’s B.S.A.A. uniform, peeling away the fragments like layers of an onion. “Are you excited, Chris?” Lucas asked, feigning innocence as he tossed the shredded fabric aside. “We’re gonna have so much fun.” A vicious glare cut from Chris’s eyes. “I’m going to finish what we started, Lucas. You’ll never break me.” “Tsk, tsk,” Lucas wagged a finger before leaning in closer, so near that Chris could see the madness simmering in his eyes. “Such filthy language shouldn’t come outta the mouth of a little boy like you.” With a sudden, menacing grin, Lucas held Chris’s nose, forcing him to open his mouth. Chris struggled violently, but the restraints and Lucas’s firm grip were unyielding. Lucas proceeded to shove a bar of soap roughly down Chris’s throat, his laughter echoing like a twisted refrain in the dingy room. For a few tormenting moments, Chris gagged, the acrid taste assaulting his senses. Lucas finally relented, removing the soap and stepping back with a look of serene satisfaction on his face. But Chris's spirit was far from crushed; a fire still blazed in his eyes as he locked his gaze onto Lucas’s. “This isn’t over,” he gasped, his voice raw but still laced with steel. Lucas chuckled, seemingly pleased by the defiance. “Oh, I hope not, Chris. We’ve only just begun.” The sickly hum of an old generator sputtered in the background, mingling with the hollow echoes of creaking floorboards. And as Lucas retreated into the shadows, Chris’s determination solidified; he would endure Lucas’s twisted trials. He would escape. And when he did, he would ensure that Lucas Baker would never threaten another soul again. Author Note: I'm not a professional writer, so please don't critique me too harshly. I just wanted to share a story. I'm not a professional writer, so please don't critique me too harshly. I just wanted to share a story."I'm not a professional writer, so please don't critique me too harshly. I just wanted to share a story."

This is a new story entirely based on fantasies that I have written with 22 chapters. Translated from another language. Here are the first two chapters. African experience By Sandman Chapter 1 - Africa Rob stretched out his legs on the couch and enjoyed an extra cup of coffee. The apartment that he rented was really something very special. Not least the large roof terrace where he sat and enjoyed his new life. The tranquility, the pleasant tropical heat, the view of the leafy pool area. Everything felt good. That he hadn't done this before! Rob almost got angry with himself when he thought about it. Financially, it wasn't a big deal, and he could do his job just as well here, if not better. It was still a bit nerve-wracking to have moved to a completely different part of the globe, but it had been a much-needed change of scenery. Now he was in place. Far, far from home in a continent where he didn't know a single person. Rob had landed yesterday, Wednesday. The journey had been stressful with unnecessarily long waits at three different airports. Passport control at the arrival had not impressed and the same with the baggage handling, but in the end, he had at least sat in the taxi with all his luggage. But it had been a struggle. For a long time, Rob had thought that his luggage was delayed or even completely lost. A small "bonus" to an employee at baggage handling had solved the problem. The first thing Rob had done when he arrived at Palm Court was to throw his bags into the apartment and buy a cold beer at the pool bar. After just a sip or two, Rob felt that the travel fatigue was starting to subside. The area felt calm and nice, and he had enjoyed watching the two African women sitting on the table next to him, drinking a cup of coffee. The move to Africa had come at a good time. His best friend and training partner Dan had also moved. Quite far away as well, which meant that they wouldn't be able to see each other very often. When Rob had been given peace that Dan was going to move, he too had started to play with the idea of replacing the safe everyday environment with something new. Something exotic. Pretty soon plan A had become Africa. A gigantic continent that Rob had only read about. Now he was there, and his apartment would be the central point of his new life. The interior designer had done a good job. The apartment was fully equipped and even the fridge and pantry were stocked with the basic items that he had specified. He was already starting to feel at home. Palm Court was a large condominium. A gated community. It was an oasis in the middle of the city with walking distance to incomparable beaches, restaurants, bars, nightclubs, you name it. Rob was in paradise. The only thing he really lacked right now was love, a girlfriend. He didn't need any other company. In that respect, he was very different from his best friend Dan, who could barely stand himself for an entire evening. Rob, on the other hand, needed to be completely by himself quite often. That was when he sat and wrote his books, but he also liked to roam around all on his own. Aimlessly and anonymously. Especially when he was in a city. However, Rob was not a lone wolf, and after a period of writing, he often had a pent-up need for socializing. Lately, Rob had started to think a lot about the future and thoughts about starting a family, but so far, he was not ready for family life with a house and dog. Being single still had some unbeatable advantages, which Rob made sure to take advantage of. He appreciated being free as a bird and being able to enjoy casual sexual acquaintances, but he didn't want it that way in the long run. Rob's plan was to take it easy for the first few weeks. Acclimatize and get to know the surroundings. He had also decided to put work aside completely for a while and treat himself to a soft start. The goal was to find a balance in life where a central part of everyday life would be about physical exercise. The training served as lighter fluid for Rob. It was during the training sessions that the ideas rushed forward and gave him a boost in his writing. A well-functioning home was also important. The less he had to think about simple everyday problems, the more focus he could put on his book projects. He had come a long way with the apartment, but he needed to hire someone who could clean and do the laundry. Apparently, it was a popular second work because Rob had barely landed before he ran into the cute girl at the pool bar who immediately offered her services. They had agreed to meet today, Thursday and she seemed perfect for the job. Above all, because she worked in the area and was already safety audited and approved. Rob had just finished a quiet and nice breakfast when there was a knock on the door. The bartender girl stood there with a smile on her face. ” Hello Mister! Do you remember me?” ” Hello Esther! Of course I remember you. Nice to see you again.” The answer from Rob was not a standard comment that flew out of him just to appear polite. The black woman in front of him, who was both socially gifted and sexy, appealed to him in many ways. She seemed to be somewhere in her 30s and after just a few minutes she had wrapped Rob around her little finger. Rob should of course have asked Esther for references at similar jobs, but you only live once, Rob thought and let his eyes choose. Esther was hired on the spot. A while after Esther had left the apartment, Rob had gone out onto the terrace and looked out over the pool area. He could both see and hear that there were a lot of families with children on Palm Court. These were families who seemed to live a privileged life, quite different from the much poorer families outside the fence. Rob could see that many of the housewives had nannies who played with the children, while their husbands were probably out at some well-paid job. Chapter 2 - Medical examination When Rob eventually went out on his first walk outside the gates of Palm Court, he had unexpectedly received a minor culture shock. Rob had in his wildest fantasy not imagined that there would be so few Westerners living here, but now he understood better. Esther had told Rob that expats in the area very rarely came from outside Africa. The same thing with the tourists. In other words, Rob was an odd bird, but it was one thing to hear someone else say it. Now he experienced it with his own eyes, and it was clearly a bigger adjustment than he had expected. Locally, people would refer to him as "the white man". The pale face. No personal name was needed because he was the one and only. The locals didn't mean anything bad by calling him "the white man". It was just a well-intentioned and apt description of his appearance, but Rob still found it a bit difficult. He wished he had been anonymous and discreet, instead of lighting up the sky like the pole star with his pale complexion, but deep down he felt that he would adapt. He would just have to give it some time. Because even though he stood out, he was met by smiles and the city and life on the street felt both harmonious and pleasant. Certainly, he could see that there were large gaps between rich and poor and that it was best to avoid certain areas, especially at certain times of the day. But it was nothing unique to this city, but a typical metropolitan phenomenon. One of Rob's first reflections on strolling around was that the women looked different from what he was used to. It wasn't the color of the skin that he was thinking about, but the anatomy and their sexy tits and asses. The girls were simply a little curvier here. But just like at home, it was a blissful mix of women with different looks. The difference here seemed to be that they were very proud of their bodies, even though they had a BMI far above ideal. Everywhere he saw upright women who unabashedly and naturally emphasized their feminine attributes. Over the years, Rob had had some hot relationships, but his paths had never crossed with a black woman. It had only happened that way because he had grown up and lived in environments where everyone had been white. Now it was just the opposite and only the future could answer whether this was where he would find the love of his life. The dream of a romance made him feel elated and he walked straight towards the beach. The tropical heat was oppressive, and he tried to walk slowly to avoid getting soaked in sweat. Down by the beach, Rob found what he was looking for. A simple lunch restaurant overlooking the sea. Rob took a deep breath and looked out over the green-turquoise water. Life felt like a luxury holiday. Gone was the gray everyday life, the stress and the scheduled day. Rob enjoyed seeing and hearing how the waves rolled in towards the beach, he enjoyed seeing all the happy people, who, just like Rob, appreciated the relaxed life with sun and sea. Pretty soon, Rob received renewed confirmation that he stood out with his pale skin. Some passing women had taken a detour near Rob's table, where they had discreetly stopped and straightened their bikinis or bent over and seemingly brushed off a grain of sand on a toe. It was women who wanted to show off their beach-clad bodies. Women who wanted Rob to look at them and Rob liked what he saw. He met their eyes with a happy smile. Rob marveled at how quickly humans took a liking to a person of the opposite sex. A quick glance was all that was needed for the blood to flow in the crotch, which then triggered hopes and feelings of pleasure. Rob was reminded that he longed for physical closeness to a woman. Life in Africa had started well and the lunch gave Rob another push forward. He was happy to be able to live this life. Pleased and satisfied after the lunch on the beach, Rob felt ready to make a visit to the gym. He had quickly walked past and looked in from the outside and it looked promising. The well-equipped gym was just a small part of the Micasa Health Club at the Palm Court pool area and membership was included for adult tenants at Palm Court. Rob was keen to continue with the training program that he had been doing regularly for the past few years, but there was only one small detail he had to investigate before he could train. Rob had read that you had to show a medical certificate before you could train. There must be some formality that they don't apply, Rob thought as he opened the front door and stepped into Micasa. ” Hello Mister! Welcome to our Health Club! I’m Faye, the gym instructor. What can I do for you sir!” ” Hello! Thanks! I’m a bit interested in starting to train in the gym.” ” Perfect! Please allow me to demonstrate our facility.” "Yes, please do!" The gym seemed well equipped, and the area was large and fresh. After showing Rob around, Faye asked if he had any questions. "Eh, I read something about medical certificates. Can I just show my certificate from home?" "Oh, no, unfortunately it is not possible. We have a requirement that you must be examined here at the club by our own staff. Should I book an appointment for you?" "Uh, .. Yes, please, that would be nice." "Let me see. We have an appointment free today at 14:30.” "Okay, that’s fine. I'll take it." Damn shit, Rob thought. For some reason, he hated health checks. He was fit as a fiddle but still there was something about being examined that he didn't like. A little frustrated by the bureaucratic rules at the gym, Rob went back to his apartment. Just before the agreed time, Rob walked down to Micasa, dressed in his gym clothes. His hope was to be able to do a proper workout immediately after the examination. "Hi Faye! Now I'm here for the health check. Where should I go?" "Hello! Come with me, I will show you where Fatima is housed." They walked in the opposite direction to the gym and at the end of the corridor was the examination room. "Hello Darling,” said a very beautiful woman. Rob had seen her before both at the bar and in the pool area. "Hello" he replied happily and was a little surprised that he suddenly started to feel very shy. "Are you closing the door on the way-out Faye?" said Fatima. "Yes boss! He is all yours" Faye replied with a smile and left the room. "Okay. Then we will start by filling in some information in the journal. "Fatima took out a tablet and logged in to an app. Then Rob had to answer an insane number of questions between heaven and earth. Every single vaccination was documented, as was basically every patch and cold he had had since he was an infant. It was as if the questions would never end, but suddenly Fatima said. ” Baby, please be so kind and take of your shoes, socks and t-shirt for me.” Okay, now it was apparently time to examine the body for real, Rob thought. He did as she said and wearing only sports shorts and underwear, he was thoroughly examined. She listened to her heart and lungs. Checked his blood pressure. Pricked his finger and took a blood sample. Rob even got to ride an exercise bike with a heart rate monitor around his chest for 10 minutes. Everything seemed to be normal. It was now that Rob thought Fatima was done, that all that remained was to print and sign the certificate. That he would get the green light to train at the gym. But the examination was not over at all, and Rob did not see it coming. Fatima took him completely by surprise by resolutely pulling off both shorts and underwear in one quick movement. What happened next almost made him go underground. The latex glove, the Vaseline, none of that he had paid attention to. No..she can't.... Upff.. Her finger had quickly found Rob's little hole, and she hadn't hesitated for a second. Now he stood there with her finger deep in his ass and was so ashamed that his cheeks had turned bright red. ” Relax baby.” Rob was far from relaxed and felt extremely embarrassed. However, Fatima seemed to enjoy the situation. ” Okey Darling. Does it hurt?” "Uh... no" "You like? " "Eh, well, .. uh.. I was not prepared for eh.." ” Baby, don’t be shy, just relax and be a nice little boy?” Her free hand cupped around Rob's balls, and it felt a little too nice to avoid erection. Rob's cock was growing and he really had to bite his tongue to try to limit the "consequences". ” Look at that!” said Fatima and caressed Robs semi-stiff manhood. “Someone’s babymaker is waking up!” Fully aware of what was happening, Fatima now began to slowly move her finger inside his ass. She quickly found a point that elicited insanely nice tickles and Rob found it difficult to stand still. ” Do you have a girlfriend, Darling?” "Eh, no" ” Why? Don’t you like ladies?” "Eh, yes I love women, absolutely. I'm 100 percent heterosexual but right now I don't have a relationship. Uh, oaaa.." Fatima caressed his balls and almost weighed it in her hand. Damn it. Now Rob could no longer control himself and his torpedo blossomed to its full length. ” Yes darling. That’s my baby! When was the last time you had pussy darling?” "Eh , but,, .. It was... okey, unfortunately quite a long time ago." ” Well, ... but when was the last time you used your right hand?” "But eh it..... If you absolutely have to know, I'm actually left-handed and did it a couple of days ago." ” Oh, you naughty little boy!! Well darling. Just so you know, it takes a couple of weeks to have your medical certificate ready. I hope that’s okey for you but ... you should know that there are ways to speed up the process.” She caressed Rob's cock as she said it. Rob couldn't help it, but his cock now stood like an iron skewer. "Uh...? What does that mean?" ” Well darling. You just need to be my little baby boy for a while. Me being your new master putting on a diaper on your white little ass......” Fuck! Rob hardly knew where to go. ” Relax darling, I’m just kidding but make sure you meet me at Ocean view restaurant at six o’clock tomorrow night.” Fatima did not expect an answer and ended the investigation of his now not so private areas. Slightly shocked, Rob put on his clothes while Fatima wrote something in her journal. ” See you later my little baby boy!” ”Eh... Yes Mom!” Damn it, Rob immediately regretted answering like that. It just flew out of him. Fatima raised her eyebrows and looked at him a little superiorly. ” Don’t be late darling, otherwise I will force you to bend over on my lap and spank your white little ass.” ” Okey, I get it!” On the way back to the apartment, Rob realized that his heart was pounding and was so excited that he was in a cold sweat. Fatima had made him feel inferior and the strange thing was that he couldn't decide if he liked it or not.

All right, this is my very first story, so please be kind. The ideas surrounding this have been kicking around in my head for a while and I finally thought I could share to this site that has so many wonderful, understanding people. I've already got several chapters lined up, but we'll see how far things actually get. (edit: I went back and reposted with better formatting and one or two minor grammatical changes) ---------- Chapter 1, Found "Bye hon, I'm off to class," Sarah called out as she gathered her keys and headed towards the door. Oh my gosh, I had almost forgotten it was Thursday. I looked up and called out to my wife as she reached the door, "Have a good class, see you when you get home.” And with the realization she had class tonight, things started to wake up in my loins. Class nights were when I had some private time. Sarah would be gone for at least four hours, from 4:00 until 8:00. With luck she would text around 7:30 saying she would be going out with 'the girls' and be even later. You see, I do love my wife of three years dearly, but I've always kept one deep secret from her. To put it simply, I'm an adult baby. If you don't know what that is, to put it simply, I like to dress up in diapers and pretend I'm a baby. It may sound strange, but we AB's, as we often refer to ourselves, get emotional and sexual satisfaction from it. And with Sarah off to class, I can indulge this part of myself for a while. So, when I heard the car door shut and her driving off, I got up and headed to our bedroom. As I have done many times, I quickly shed my 'big boy clothes' and dug into the back of the closet where I kept my diapers hidden. A new package, it took a moment to tug the first one out and then went over to the bed. As I lay on top of the opened diaper and lowered my bum onto the soft padding, my cock was already wide awake knowing it would soon be embraced in the absorbent garment. Pulling it up between my legs, the brush of the elastic leg bands against my thighs sent another thrill through me. As I tugged the tapes in place my bladder gave a small twinge and any normal person would have gotten up to use the bathroom. But then, I'm not exactly normal and thought, "Perfect, after playtime, baby is going to have an 'accident'." That thought brought a smile to my face and a small giggle. Time to log onto my favorite web site to see if there were any new pictures or captions. So off to the home office, I sat down with a crinkle and clicked until I found the "What's New" tab. It wasn't long before I found a new one that was enough to make me move my hand from the computer mouse to my diaper. A woman's chest, wearing a nursing bra with one cup opened. The caption read, "Good little babies can have mommy's special treat.... Good little babies wet their didees." I must confess, this hit all my 'buttons' and soon my other hand rose to my face and I was sucking my thumb on one hand while my other hand slipped into my diaper. It wasn't long and my eyes were drifting shut in incredible bliss as the only noise in the room was the crinkling of my diaper as I masturbated to another incredible climax. My thumb slipped from my lips as I gasped, catching my breath as the afterglow came over me when suddenly I heard... "Looks like you're having fun." My heart leapt into my throat as my head jerked around to see Sarah leaning against the doorway, her arms folded across her chest. Thoughts raced through my mind, "How long was she there... oh DAMN,she saw what I just... shit shit SHIT!!!" "Sarah! I... I... what are you... I thought you went to class," I stammered and stalled, trying to deflect the conversation. "You...you shouldn't be skipping..." All the while, she was walking slowly towards me as I sat there frozen, hand still in my diaper, computer still displaying the captioned picture. "It’s fine, I told the professor I wouldn't be able to make it this week. But is that REALLY what you want to talk about??" She smirked a little as she reached down, kindly but firmly gripping my wrist and pulling my hand out. Then, matter-of-factly, she declared, "First, we need to clean those fingers, I don't want your cum everywhere. Come along." With that she tugged my wrist and I rose up to follow her, down the short hallway and into the kitchen, over to the sink. Having just orgasmed and my heart still pounding, the last thing my bladder needed was the sound of running water as Sarah turned on the tap. "One thing I won't abide is you getting your cum everywhere," Sarah declared as she thrust my hand under the cool water and squirted some soap on it. The cold water made my bladder twinge and I felt a little pee leak out, with her back towards me, my other hand swiftly gripped the front of my diaper and I managed to stop the flow as she quickly washed my fingers. As she shut off the tap and turned, I blushed and jerked my free hand away from my diaper. Sarah grabbed a tea towel and started drying my fingers, saying quite clearly, "We need to talk." Oh dear, I've heard that before from when I dated other women. 'The Talk' always ended up with them leaving, me crying alone, and another round of depression. Resigned to my fate, I dropped my gaze to the floor and said softly, "Fine, I'll go change and we can..." Sarah interrupted, "No, in the living room. Now." She put a hand on my shoulder, turned me in that direction and gave me a small push. As we entered, I realized the drapes where still open and I'm waddling in front of them wearing nothing but my t-shirt and diaper. I hesitated for a moment, but Sarah urged me onward. Sarah pointed to a spot on the sofa and simply said, "Sit." Then she sat down beside me, turning towards me. She was quiet, apparently waiting for me to start. When the silence started to grow deafening, I suddenly remembered something she had said. She had told her professor last week she wasn't going to be in class tonight. I looked up and into her waiting gaze, "You planned this. You knew!! How long have you known??" Sarah put her elbow on the back of the sofa and leaned her head against her hand, "Since before Christmas." No further explanation, no criticism, just a simple statement and she once again was quiet. I did the quick math, it was now mid-April. "But that was more than four months ago, and you didn't say anything? You didn't..." Sarah looked directly at me, "I am well aware of how to use a calendar, Michael." She went on, "And how to research things on the internet, how to review your browser history, and how to search through the trash every Friday morning." I sat there, thinking how dumb I've been to have left such obvious evidence, but she continued. "I even made a couple of appointments with Cyrstal. You remember I've told you about her? My old college friend? She's a clinical psychologist now, she helped me understand quite a few things." I felt the blood drain from my face, "You...you told her? How could you do that?" Sarah sat up straight again, reached over and gently put her hand to my cheek, "Michael, she's bound by patient confidentiality. She said she's heard a lot worse. And I love you, I want to know how to help." "You mean you want to 'cure' me... good luck with that. Do you think I haven’t tried stopping? Try to be more 'normal'?" Despite her not shouting like some other women have in the past, I hung my head down and felt the tears about to start. I just know she's about to leave me just as ever women I've ever known. None have ever compared to Sarah, but I was certain our short blissful marriage was about to end. After a moment of silence, I felt her hand on my shoulder, she pulled me toward her. Pulling my head into her arms, against her chest, she hugged me tight. "Shhh... shhhh... no, I'm NOT going to do that. Crystal explained it, you can't help it anymore than you can stop breathing. It's a part of you, I understand that." She continued, while gently rubbing my back. "I am a little upset that you never told me, but my research online taught me a lot," she softly explained. "It's like there is a wall separating your two lives, your two halves, and for them to meet in real life, well I know it must be upsetting. It's like breaking a glass, sometimes it's just a chip, sometimes it shatters. But I'm here to help either way." All I could do was nod into her chest as I felt the tears trailing down my cheek. "So you're, you're not freaked out and going to leave me?" "Nope. Not at all. In fact, we're going to open up that wall together, starting right now. I want you to wet yourself. Right now." I started to sit up but her arms held me firmly. "You can't mean that, I mean I can't do that. Please don't." I whimpered. "Now Michael, every Friday for months now, I've found a diaper in the trash. And a large number of them were wet. I know you do it, there's no point in denying it. I just want you to admit it to me and show me that you trust me." And with that simple declaration, she hugged me tighter to her chest and slowly started to rock me in her arms. The tears slowed as I felt her warmth, holding me. She didn't say anything more and the room fell silent. My mind was conflicted. Part of me wanted this, wanted so much to be held in loving arms that cared for me. But years of shame and rejection are hard to overcome. I reached and hugged her arm as I closed my eyes and tried to relax. This is different, I told myself, this is Sarah and she loves me. She knew all this time and she didn't get mad, she tried to learn more she says she wants to help. After what seemed like ages, the post orgasmic need, the cool air on my legs, the stress, I finally calmed down enough, nuzzled her breast and let it happen. At first just a trickle and as so often happens, when the first trickle hits my skin I clenched reflexively and stopped it. But then I relaxed again and let go fully. All those stories about hearing it I'm sure were exaggerations, the silence in the room was so strong you could have heard a pin drop. But I felt the warmth spreading like so many times before, the padding swelling up as it did it's job. But Sarah knew, perhaps by the soft sigh as I relaxed, the tension in my muscles finally easing. Whatever it was, she knew. I felt her shift a little, then she patted the front of my diaper, "Good baby.... Good little babies wet their didees.' Hearing her say that, where had I heard that? At any rate, I blushed hard and buried my face deep into her chest as she once again hugged me tight. I was an emotional mess, from orgasmic ecstasy, to shock, fear of rejection, slowly calming and then this final step, quiet contentment and bliss. I didn't want to move from this spot ever again. But of course Sarah, ever the practical one finally stirred. Patting my diaper she said, "Okay, time to get up sweetie. It's almost six now and I made dinner reservations for seven. I want you to shower, get dressed up nice, we're going for Italian at Canale's." I'm normally not that fond of Italian, but I wasn't about to argue. Here I am, my life suddenly turned upside down and my love wants Italian. So tonight, Sarah is getting Italian. As I got up and headed for the master bath, this woman that loves me called out, "And don't forget to put your diaper in the trash sweetheart." A quick shower, dressed and when I reappeared Sarah had fixed her makeup, stood up and gave me a hug. "You look great darling, let's go." But what I wasn't expecting was as we left the bedroom she grabbed my butt and said casually, "No diaper? That's okay.... baby steps love... we'll work things out in baby steps..." ...to be continued

The child was just like any normal 9 year old child, he was in 4th grade in which she loved to read and is very good at long division. He likes school and seeing her friends but likes the weekends at home too where she doesn't usually have homework. His/her favorite color is pastel green. He/she loves watching Netflix and has a secret love for watching tv show for very little children even if they are "baby shows". He/she's currently working on reading an old book his mommy gave her called "harry potter" but still gets caught up on some big words. He/She also has a bit of an entitlement issue with being seen as a big boy since he's only about as big as the first and second graders and only just stopped sucking his thumb at night a few weeks ago. (Our RP starts as the little boy is doing his homework in the living room with train playing on the TV, the door bell rings his mommy answers the door to see the babysitter she had called for the night. This babysitter was different though and has promised to get her little boy to relax and enjoy being a "little" kid more.... I will play the adult characters. If you want play with me you can contact me privately)

Something a little different and a little darker this week: a petgirl story...with diapers! This complete story is an excerpt from Abby's Petgirl Shorts and also available on Ream and SubStar. ----------------------------------- Kate let her head fall to give rest to her aching neck. She knew it wouldn’t last long. Her body was sore, and she was emotionally drained. The door opened, and Kate recognized the girl immediately. Sabrina was a vivacious twenty-two-year-old blonde, just on the verge of graduating and starting her life. Well, at least that’s who she used to be. Kate struggled to raise her head as she watched the cute co-ed crawl across the room. She had been one of the first girls taken and, at the time, it was regarded as tragic and unfortunate, but it wasn’t unusual for young blondes to turn up missing from time to time. But Sabrina looked nothing like the pictures that Kate was given and she struggled to make the pictures in her mind of the innocent young coed match the form that crawled to a stop at her feet. The girl was still cute. That was undeniable, but Kate had never seen anything quite like it. Sabrina was completely naked with a blue collar and bell around her neck. Her hair was split into high pigtails and adorned with light blue ribbons. Her breasts swung freely beneath her as she crawled and, when she came to a stop and sat up on her ankles, Kate could see that she had nipple clamps with small bells attached on them and what looked to be frilly garters around the base of each breast. Sabrina’s hands and feet were completely useless in the matching padded mittens and booties that appeared to be locked onto her limbs with tiny padlocks. The young blonde had a defeated look in her eyes, but kept her mouth open and her tongue out, as she had likely been trained. “Good girl! Stay.” Kate looked at the woman holding Sabrina’s leash. She looked like a boring suburban soccer mom, not at all like the monster that would take a young girl on the brink of starting her life and turn her into…this. The woman turned to Kate. “This is who you were looking for, wasn’t it? I told you that I knew just where she was!” Kate glared at the woman, but the gag in her mouth prevented her from telling the woman how she really felt about their previous encounter or what she would do to the woman if she would ever get free of these stupid restraints. So Kate settled for a glare and tried to put as much fire and distaste and disgust in it as she possibly could. “Oh, you’re cute when you’re mad! I think we need to make sure we see your face. Hang on just a sec…. Oh, who am I kidding? You aren’t going anywhere!” Kate thrashed in her bonds, but it was no use. The woman grabbed Kate’s ponytail and pulled her head back fiercely, making her look directly at the girl she was trying to save, who still sat obediently with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. It wasn’t until the woman stepped away that Kate realized she must have somehow attached her hair to the strict strappado tie that she was in. Kate groaned as she felt the pressure in her scalp and her shoulders ached from being held in such aggressive bondage. “Much better! Okay, you two stay right here and I’ll be back in just a minute!” The two women stared at each other for a moment, Kate unable to speak and Sabrina trained not to. Kate moaned and mumbled incoherently as Sabrina sat perfectly still with her eyes forward. Kate watched the girl as her eyes slowly darted towards the door and she allowed her tongue to recede into her mouth. Sabrina licked her lips and spoke, barely above a whisper. “Are you here to save us? Is there someone else coming?” Kate sighed and closed her eyes, unable to even explain to the girl that no one was coming and not realizing that her look of defeat told the blonde petgirl everything she needed to know. Sabrina whined sadly and sighed as she let her tongue hang out of her mouth again in a humiliating display of obedience. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o When another girl from the same town went missing, people started to take notice. Everyone looked for connections to see what they could piece together. It was just as the press was connecting that they were both students of the local community college that the third girl also went missing. Kate reached out to the Dean of Students to offer her services. It was hard work for a fledgling private investigator and getting a break on a huge case like this was exactly what she needed to put herself on the map. Marilyn Martin gladly took her call and set up a meeting in her office. The police had been completely useless and the board of trustees were not happy about the bad press this was bringing to the school. No one wants to send their kids to Kidnap Kollege, which is what the local reporters had begun to call the small school. Marilyn hired the young detective on the spot and gave her as much information as she could to help her to bring the girls home and save their school...and her job. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o The squeak from the old door brought Kate back to the present as Samantha was pulled into the room. The young brunette was the second girl taken and was the main reason the local police had such a hard time connecting the two girls. Sabrina was homecoming queen and destined to marry rich, have 2.5 kids and a dog, and be head of her local PTA. The perfect cookie cutter All-American blonde co-ed. Samantha was mostly seen around campus in oversized band t-shirts and baseball hats. She was abrasive and known mostly as a bully and a bit of an asshole. She still possessed that same fire as she was forced into the room. The young brunette was clad identically to Sabrina, except her ribbons and collar were an obnoxious shade of pink, a color that Samantha would never have been caught dead in under normal circumstances. But these were anything but normal circumstances. Her mittens were connected to each other, as were her pink booties, and Kate wasn’t sure if the restraints or Samantha’s wilful and defiant attitude were causing more trouble for the rebellious woman as she hobbled into the room. “Bad girl. No!” “Oh, I’m so sorry, Kate. This one has just been an absolutely handful. Nothing like our sweet Sabrina girl.” Samantha was spun around, and her collar and mittens were attached to a small ringlet on the floor. The woman winked at Kate as she raised the paddle and began her relentless assault on the girl’s exposed bottom, with careful attention not to accidentally strike the fluffy tail that was wedged into Samantha’s ass that was likely the cause of some of the unruly woman’s fight and discomfort. Kate noticed that the hair of her uncomfortable tail was an exact match for the hair on Samantha’s head and shuddered. Kate stared down at the wide-eyed blonde and the red bottom of the tomboy turned petgirl as the woman excused herself and left the room again. Sabrina was emboldened as Samantha continued to flail and grumble through her gag, with her reddened ass still on display. “Shhh….hey, you have to help us. This woman is crazy. Please…” They were disrupted by the door opening a third time and the now familiar view of a nude college girl crawling into the room. Jessica was a petite redhead; bookish and timid. The kidnapper didn’t seem to have a type which made connecting the cases even harder. Jessica crawled into the room and came to a stop next to Sabrina. Her green ribbons and mittens were a perfect compliment to her bright red hair, and her breasts weren’t large enough to be adorned with frilly garters like her more buxom companions. But the meek redhead had something the other girls didn’t: a fluffy pink diaper was tightly wrapped around her small bottom. Jessica couldn’t even bring herself to look Kate or anyone else in the eyes as she kept her head down and mirrored Sabrina’s submissive pose. “You’ll have to excuse this one. She was an anxious little thing and kept peeing everywhere! I’ve never seen anything like it. We had to get a little creative, but isn’t this just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” She reached down to hold the trembling girl’s chin in her face. “Someone is going to absolutely love you. As long as they don’t mind changing diapers!” Jessica immediately dropped her head as soon as her chin was released and let out a small whine. “Well, there you go, Kate! I’ll give you this. You were able to do what the police couldn’t. No one has even come close to finding me, but you just knew just where to find us, didn’t you? How did you do it?” The woman walked to the bound detective and let her fingers trace over Kate’s naked flesh. She gave a few tentative spanks and watched the cute detective squirm before twisting a nipple as she reached for Kate’s gag. Kate stretched her jaw and licked her lips. “Marilyn, please. It doesn’t have to be like this. Let us go and we’ll never say a word. You can go back to your cushy college job and we’ll just pretend like this never happened. I can tell the police that I found the girls, but the kidnapper got away. You had your fun. Just let us go.” Marilyn stared at the girl and pondered her words. And then burst into hysterical laughter befitting a villain of her status. “Oh, I like you. We’re going to have some fun together.” She laughed again. “Let you go… as if!” “Come here, Sabrina. Let’s show her how well I train my pets.” The adorable blonde crawled forward as she was led between Kate’s stretched legs. Kate looked down, unaware the spreader bar had even been there, as focused as she had been on the girls she was trying to rescue and the painful arm bondage. As Samantha was forced between Kate’s legs, Marilyn reached up to replace the investigator’s gag and playfully tapped the blonde’s bare bottom as she listened to the beautiful sounds of Kate’s reluctant moans against the backdrop of Sabrina’s pitiful whines. Marilyn enjoyed their discomfort as she slowly fondled Kate’s breasts and imagined all the wonderfully terrible things she would do with two pairs of petgirls. Kate fought diligently but was no match for Samantha’s skillful tongue and the reluctant detective began to moan and thrust her hips into the face of the well-behaved pet that she was there to rescue. Samantha’s startled groans joined the symphony as Marilyn pressed the remote to turn on the vibrator deep within her tail plug. The tomboy turned princess could do nothing but moan and rock her exposed bottom back and forth as she struggled against the bonds holding her to the floor. Marilyn walked over to caress Jessica’s head and smiled as she heard a hissing sound cut through the moans and groans. The humiliated redhead whined as she looked up to Kate for help and saw that none would be coming. “Okay Jessie, let’s get your soggy little bottom changed and then it’s time to train our new friend here. I wonder what kind of pet she’s going to be…” --------------------------------------------------------- Three Brand New Chapters on Ream/SubStar EVERY Week! This week's updates: - The Academy 2: The Journalist - Chapter 4 - Tales from Red Hills: The Politician (Subscriber Exclusive) - Chapter 2 - The Puppy Van, from Abby's Petgirl Shorts

I didn't want to at first, but you had managed to talk me into it. It was supposed to help spice up our relationship. I would get a chip implanted, giving you access to change you in any way you wished. You could change my body, personality, and make me obey. You promised I wouldn't do anything to crazy to me. But now that I have the chip, what would I be able to do anyway? Now that you can make me do whatever you wish with just an app on my phone, our relationship will get so much better. (For you at least anyway.) You could make me wet, sleep, stop talking, wake, mess, cum on command, or forbid me from doing so at all. You could censor your eyes from seeing anything you don't want me to. You'd be able to make me say and do anything. I might not like it as much as I hoped. (But you will.) Anything to make sure our relationship will keep going strong. You'll know everything you need to keep our relationship going and exactly how to do it. Hope you like the prompt! We can expand upon it as needed. We could also do it with a variety of relationship types. Professor, doctor, mother, etc. I'd like you to send a description of your character as well so I know you've read through the prompt. Dms are fine, just use the rp title to get my attention My kinks for this roleplay are domination, diapers, humiliation, bathroom control, transformation, etc... Limits are anything underage, beast, and snuff.

A/N: song is the tune of Itsy Bitsy Spider Short Story “Oopsy doopsy poopsies came out their Little tush. But there was nothing oopsy about them anymore! Their tummy grumbled and rumbled and they gave a great big push and their favorite diaper was full of stinky mush!” Soggy Froggy had a song for just about everything and you didn’t complain because Soggy Froggy was always right. These were your favorite diapers. Puffy and pink and perfectly waddle-able. You don’t know if waddle-able is a word but you couldn’t say walkable because walking was for big kids. You waddled or crawled or just rolled around on the ground and waited for Mommy when she was feeling extra hands on some days. And you didn’t mind because you were just a little baby. How were you expected to take care of yourself? Like right now for example. You groaned, feeling Mommy’s fingers at your little hole. Pushing and pushing, expanding and shrinking and swallowing up the thick pills. You think you may have taken three or four but can’t be sure because that is for Mommy to know and for you to just stay on your backside, knees curled up to your chest with your head in the clouds. Your tummy is hard and not rumbling and grumbling like Soggy Froggy said. You worry if you’re ever going to make another oopsy doopsy poopsy again. It’s never hurt like this before. Mommy always said you were a super duper pooper! An excellent role model for your stupid cousins who thought they didn’t need diapers (or need to poop). But they were just being silly. Everyone needed to poop because that's how you stayed healthy! Everyone just did it differently. Big girls like Mommy went poopsy on the potty because she was over ten feet tall but Littles like you wore diapers because you were too immature to make it to the potty and that’s just how it was being five feet. It sucked having Maturosis but then you remembered how lucky you were to have Mommy by your side, especially in times like this. You begin to cry babyish wails as the pain in your tummy increased and try to push but nothing comes out. It was scary and you nervously suck on your paci but Mommy seemed to know what to do. Taping shut the diaper around your waist, she rubbed your tummy in circles and it felt good at first but then suddenly it became hard and rough. You try to get away but the straps that hold you down to the changing table don’t let you move. “Don’t worry, baby.” She said. “It’ll all be over soon but this is what happens when you don’t make a poopsy for four days.” She kisses your tears away, pecking your nose, puffy pink cheeks and tickles, tickles, tickles your chubby tummy until you are laughing so hard a flood of pee fills your diaper and then the gurgling starts. It’s slow, building up in anticipation like a volcano spewing flames as several wet toots escape your bottom. You know it’s going to be a messy one as your tummy starts to go cu-clug, cu-clug, cu-clug. It grows in strength, becoming louder and stronger and you can feel the medicine working its magic as your bowels expand and suddenly your body clamps down and you begin to grunt. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Mommy runs her thumb along the little indent between your furrowed brows, holding your knees bent up your chest so you can’t try to curl up on your side and suddenly, that’s when you feel it. In one split second the floodgates have opened and you can feel the widening of your sphincter as the massive load slides out and you don’t even need to push, it just keeps coming.f “Ughhhh,” you groan as your head rolls to the side and hear the loud crinkle of padding as your diaper expands. It’s not the usual mudslide in your diaper but a thick log, firm and solid and you can just manage to spy the growing warm lump between your legs. What feels like hours is in reality only five minutes and by the time you are finished, you are huffing and puffing as if you have just finished a marathon. Mommy pats your damp forehead and you squirm uncomfortably as her other hand rests on your bottom. She begins to press and squeeze until your poopsy is squished against your skin, covering every nook and cranny as it creeps up your backside. Your nose wrinkles at the stench, although used to it for the last five years, it smells unbearably disgusting right now and you try not to gag. Mommy was doing this for a reason. She was doing this to remind of your place. That you were just a stupid helpless baby that made poopsies and peepee in your diapers and babbled at the sky without a thought in their head. You were a good baby who is supposed to what is told because you don’t know any better and Mommy knows best. That is why Mommy laughed, her voice like bells as she exclaims, “I think somebody is going to stay in their big stinky mess all day! That’ll teach you why good little girls and boys don’t hold back.” The tears begin to stream down your face as Mommy slips a strawberry printed diaper cover over your massive tush in a poor attempt to hide the mess. You are then carried to the living room and you already know what Mommy is going to do as she heads straight for the bouncer. Oh no. You gulp. She slips you in, legs going through the two holes and the saddle is just barely able to hold your overflowing diaper. You watch as Mommy disappears to the kitchen where she pulls a bag full of white thick delicious milk from the fridge and your mouth begins to water. Mommy knows what her milk does to you and after so long confined to this infantilized life, you are way past the point of fighting its effects. Maybe that’s why you had succumbed to babyhood so quickly or perhaps you realized that Mommy truly did love you and you were just being difficult. You bounce. Up. Down. Up. Down. You are unable to escape your messy reality as poopsy coats your velvety soft skin and Mommy comes back with a gallon sized bottle of milk. Unable to help yourself, you reach out immediately with grabby hands eagerly squealing in delight. “Baba! Baba!” Mommy removes your paci from your mouth and the nipple of the bottle quickly fills the empty space and you begin to suckle. Warmed, sweet and creamy liquid slides down your throat and fills your tummy with warmth but there is something different. Something grainy… You look to Mommy on the couch, flipping through the tv channels and know it is not your place to question her but can’t help but notice a bitter aftertaste that wasn’t normally there. “Mommy knows y/n still hasn’t gotten all of their poopsies out so you need a little extra medicine. Mommy made it just for you!” she firmly stated, massaging her sensitive breasts. Your brows furrow together, attempting to decipher what she meant when it hits you. Miralax. Uh-oh. But you have to drink. You don’t have a choice. That’s what Mommy said and Mommy’s word is final. She only wants what’s best for you. Finally, Mommy settles on a show and you’re absolutely ecstatic when you see the hopping green diapered frog. It’s your favorite! Soggy Froggy! You forget about the laxative filled bottle, suckling it down as Soggy Froggy ribbets to life singing a familiar song. “Oopsy doopsy poopsies came out the Little’s tush! But there was nothing oopsy about them anymore! Their tummy grumbled and rumbled and they gave a great big push and their favorite diaper was full of stinky mush!” And that’s when it started all over again. The grumbling, the rumbling and the smelly farts… and groaning, you know it was going to be a long day. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! I know it’s been such a long time. I’m still writing A Little’s Life but have been swamped with assignments the last month and a half and have literally had no other time for anything than college. However, I thought that I would post a little story I wrote a long time ago that’s just been sitting in my drafts. I hope to update A Little’s Life soon (possibly in the next two weeks (don’t quote me on that)). I’m going to Italy next week for a much needed break so I promise after that, I hope to be updating more regularly at least until mid - April when final exams start 😭 But please enjoy this little one-shot in the meantime and I promise I’ll update soon! Happy reading!

Jill woke up refreshed. She felt good until she checked her diaper. It was soaked. This made seven nights in a row. She looked at her calendar. She only dry three times in a whole month. She put herself back into nighttime diapers at the start of the month and things didn't look good. She wrote down "Wet" to end the month. She got her phone out and opened the Dress App. She set the settings to what she would wear.Mary had told her what she needed to wear. The diaper was replaced with heavy duty Pull-Ups. She wished it was normal underwear but it was better than diapers. A skirt, just below the knees, with Hello Kitty on it came next. The padded bra was next. Just big enough so it look like she did have something. Over that was a Hello Kitty Peter Pan collar shirt. All looked cute but still more like an adult. She got a text from Mary. "Are you up?' "Yes," "Were you dry?" "No," "Are you dressed properly?" "Yes," "Your ride should be there in thirty minutes. There will be a Starbucks pickup for you." "Thanks," She was out and ready for the Uber lift. They stopped at Starbucks for her Pumpkin Chi tea lattie, Venti Size with a snack. She was half done by the time she got to the golf course. Mary was there waiting with both set of golf clubs. They did warms ups while waiting for their tee times. Mary said, "Can you keep under five accidents this time and avoid Pull-Ups for a week?" Jill said, "I hope to avoid any accidents. Maybe get you to have a few accidents." "In your dreams." They got their ear buds in and phones linked to they can talk even if far apart. When their names were called they went to the started. The started confirmed their start time. "No one is in front of you. Your daughter and you should have no one to wake for. What grade is she in, sixth or seventh?" Jill wanted to say that she was twenty years old but Mary wouldn't allow her to say that. "She's twelve but she's only in the fifth grade. She has been held back." They got to the first tee. "Why did you tell him that?" "Makes me feel young to have daughter that's only in elementary school." "I'm not your daughter." "Details. This only role playing for fun." The first hole was a par five. Jill went first. Her first shot was straight for a hundred yards. A good begining. Mary's shot was just to left in rough, about ninety yards. As they head to their balls, Mary asked, "How many dry nights have had this month?" "Just three." "Send me a log." Jill sent it. The log not only had have often but how much she wet. Her phone kept track as well as physical calendar she kept. Mary got to her ball. This time she was on the fairway. Jill's was further and also on the fairway. "These don't look good. Not only are you a frequent wetter but heavy wetter as well. You need to add a night-time bottle and sleep with a dollie." Jill didn't like that. It would make her accidents even worse. She knew what would happen if she started to leak. Three more strokes and Jill was on the green. Mary was just off. "I don't want to have to switch to cloth diaper or double diapering." Mary smiled. ''Well, then don't leak." Mary chipped on within a foot. Jill have a ten foot putt. She needed this to win the hold. At first it looked like it would miss on the left but then broke and went in Jill had won the first hole. She just needed two more so could use the toilet. And with luck Mary would have an accident. Jill said, "I'm one up." This was good start.

When Marcus, a hardened Marine veteran haunted by the loss of his leg and the humiliating reliance on medical diapers, is pushed into joining a support group for incontinence, he never expects to collide with Leo, a whirlwind of glitter, giggles, and unapologetic Little energy. Leo, an event planner who thrives in pastel onesies and rainbow diapers, sees past Marcus’s armor of stoicism to the man drowning in shame beneath it. Their worlds couldn’t be more different: Marcus, who views vulnerability as weakness, and Leo, who wears his softness like a crown. But when Leo’s relentless warmth begins to thaw Marcus’s defenses, the two forge an unlikely bond one that challenges societal norms, redefines strength, and forces them to confront their deepest fears. From awkward support group meetings to late-night confessions, clandestine shopping sprees for absurdly priced leather jackets, and a picnic that cracks open their guarded hearts, In the Fold of Courage is a raw, tender, and unexpectedly humorous journey of two imperfect souls finding wholeness in each other. Can a man who hates needing help learn to lean on someone who loves giving it? And can a Little who’s always played caretaker finally let himself be cared for? In a world that demands they hide their truths, Marcus and Leo discover that the bravest battle isn’t fought with weapons but with the courage to be seen, scars and all. In the Fold C1.rtf In the Fold C2.rtf In the Fold C3.rtf In the Fold C4.rtf In the Fold C5.rtf In the Fold C6.rtf In the Fold C7.rtf In the Fold C8.rtf In the Fold C9.rtf In the Fold C10.rtf In the Fold C11.rtf In the Fold C12.rtf In the Fold C13.rtf In the Fold C14.rtf In the Fold C15.rtf In the Fold C16.rtf In the Fold C17.rtf In the Fold C18.rtf

Well, here's a new story that shows the brutality of aliens if they ever met mankind. Here, we have I'm Not Saying It's Aliens, but..., a regression fic in a different way than I normally do things. The content is also quite different, and very mature. Firstly, this is set in an alternate Cold War era. There will be critiques about the respective governments of the United States and the Soviet Union, but they will be in passing, as this is not like Yet Another World War. This is a concept about alien abductions and how horrifying it could be to the abductees to be captured by creatures with more power than humanity will ever have. The aliens in question are quite sadistic, almost akin to Diaper Dimension, but not exactly, but they abduct and shrink humans down to the size of children to make them more "compliant". Humans are implied to be used as breeders for what amounts to puppy mills, lab rats for corporations testing new drugs and the like, and as often mistreated "pets". This includes teenagers being implied to be breeders, so please be aware of that before you delve in, and I promise to warn you when it happens. Humans are sold like Black slaves in the 1800s for the aliens, and there are lobotomy procedures, teeth-pulling, nerve-disabling, and genetic alterations, one in particular which happens to both of the main characters. About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. So, if the concepts in this story affect you in any way, please take heed of the warnings and don't read. The last thing I want to do is traumatize readers. But I promise, no matter how bad it gets, like with all of my stories on this site, there is a happy ending, even if it's not expected. So, if you're still with me, read on: - Chapter One: Abduction - Warrant Officer Felicia Paniagua smirked as she confidently stepped near the entrance of the space shuttle, her astronaut suit on. Of course, the necessary diaper (it was called a “Maximum Absorbency Garment”, but in reality, it was only a very absorbent diaper) was…annoying, and she wasn’t used to it, but she’d live with it for the opportunity to go into space. If her mom could see her now… She let out a sigh, brushing a loose strand of her long dark brown bangs, expertly done in a ponytail in the back, away from her oak-brown eyes. Now wasn’t the time to think about her family, her mother, her many younger brothers, sisters, and cousins, especially not with…her on board. She sighed again as she saw the other woman walking towards the shuttle in the German space station, dressed similar to her. According to the file she had been given, the other woman was a Praporshchik - a warrant officer, in Soviet Union military terms, the same rank she was - by the name of Lagle Ehasalu, born in Tallinn, the Estonia part of the Soviet Union. Lagle had not spoken a word since they had met, her worried sky-blue eyes appraising Felicia nervously as if she wanted to see what her thoughts on her were. Her blonde hair was smartly tied in a bun, and she was surprisingly tall; if Felicia had to judge her height, she was about 5’10”, and the Hispanic woman had to crane her neck to look up with her own 5’2” height. At least we both have the same boob size; double C-cup, by the looks of it. Felicia offered a handshake to Lagle, who took it with a bit of surprise on her face. “Well, I figure since we’re going to be crewmates for this mission, we should get to know each other,” Felicia said. “Pleased to meet you, Lagle.” Lagle merely shook her head and spoke in a foreign language (Felicia didn’t know which one.), before shyly going into the shuttle. “Doesn’t speak English. Lovely.” Felicia sighed for a third time, wondering what this was all about. The higher-ups had been very vague and had stated that she wasn’t to tell anyone about this mission, that she had been selected out of a very large pool of candidates to “foster goodwill between hostile nations”, hence why they were doing this in a neutral site in Germany rather than the United States or the Soviet Union. Other than that? Nothing. But how could they “foster goodwill” if neither of them spoke the other’s language? All Felicia knew was English, Spanish, and a bit of German. This woman, Lagle, definitely didn’t speak English, and she was probably a shy wallflower, judging by her actions. They were totally different. How could anyone expect proper chemistry? Only thing we have in common is that we’re both young women pilots. At least there won’t be any fucking sexism here. Now that was annoying. The talking down to, the snooty comments and sexual harassment, the slurs and bigotry, she had heard it all and still graduated top of her class in 1977. Now it was three years later, and all of that still hadn’t faded, unless it was the people who knew her (only a few). I wonder if Lagle experienced the same. The Soviets did use women as fighters in World War 2 after all. Felicia stepped into the shuttle, not having to duck her head like Lagle did, as the door closed. It was a smaller shuttle, cheaper than the earlier Saturn rockets, and such a thing made her nervous. As a pilot, she could at least control her plane; with a space shuttle, so many things could and did go wrong. She was nervous about the whole thing, when she saw Lagle talking in her foreign language to her superiors at their home base, obviously as scared as Felicia was. “Warrant Officer Paniagua, this is Houston, are you green?” Felicia sighed, checking all of the gauges. She had prepared a little bit for it, and she was smart enough to know how this worked. Thus far, everything looked good. Fuel and engines? Check. Thermal protection system? Sound. Altitude and navigation? Solid. Landing gear? Yep, that was good, too. She tapped into the radio beacon and said confidently, “Green as spring grass across the board, Houston.” “We’re clear for takeoff,” Houston said, while the Soviets instructed Lagle in their own language. “Just relax, Warrant Officer Paniagua. It won’t take long.” Then an ominous gas entered the shuttle. It was hot pink, suffocating, and enveloped Felicia quicker than she could snap her helmet shut, and she saw Lagle panicking, trying to snap her own helmet shut. “Sorry, Warrant Officers,” Houston’s voice said regretfully. “You were chosen for this-” Chosen? It was the last thing she thought of before everything went black… Then she could hear two crackling voices in the blackness after a prick on her neck, although it felt like a fog was in her head, making it fuzzy, impossible to think, impossible to decipher the exact intent of the speakers. “Yelpka, we’ve got the package. Two young females of the lesser species.” “Young females, haha! Yorsha, how much do you think they’ll sell on the Lottery? About one-hundred thousand krysts?” “One-hundred thousand? Try one-hundred million krysts, Yelpka. They’re young, female for potential breeding, and they don’t have the behavior issues the other lesser breeds do.” “Ah, those types. Yorsha, they’re still lesser breeds. You just replace them if they’re broken; there’s plenty on this backwards planet.” “Yelpka, these are the ones we chose for the Lottery. These ones, we’ve made sure have no defects.” “Why don’t we just take more, Yorsha? This world’s filled with them.” “Yelpka, we made articles with this world, like we have with others. We are the dominants, they are the lesser, but our higher-ups have made deals for millennia with other worlds.” A third voice. “You two, are you done with the lesser species extraction for the Lottery?” “Yes, Commandant! Shrinking process will begin on your mark.” “...Mark!” Felicia felt an excruciating pain, like getting wisdom teeth pulled out with pliers without anesthesia, mixed with a spinal destruction, like she was being completely crushed into a much smaller shape, but no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t scream, such was the fog around her head. She felt her bladder and bowels empty into her Maximum Absorbency Garment. “Disgusting creatures. The smell…” “If it bothers you so much, Yelpka, put on your mask. We need to clean them.” “Why should we? Disgusting things can do it themselves…” “They are under sedation for the transportation to our home world. And…” A cruel chuckle. “It’s not like they’ll be able to do it after the Lottery winners are through with them.” “Heh. I hope they pull all of their teeth out. It’s always fun to hear these filthy creatures screaming in pain.” “Yelpka, nobody needs to hear that. Yorsha, clean them. Yelpka’s obviously useless aside from the shrinking process.” “Understood, Commandant.” Felicia felt her suit being taken off, along with her bra and undergarment, felt a pair of furry hands roughly clean her before another Maximum Absorbency Garment was put on her. She wanted to struggle, wanted to open her eyes, but everything was a blur as she was shoved on a cold metal surface, still unable to move or make a sound, no matter how much she tried. “Done with both. Can I go back to the bow? I want to see the home world.” “You can. Set a course for our home world. We’re done for now.” “What about getting other specimens?” “Yelpka, you cavlet, if we obtained other specimens, that means less room for these. Warp travel is always dangerous to specimens, and we want to make sure these survive. The Lottery demands it.” “...Understood, Commandant.” “Warp on my mark. …Mark!” Then lights painfully exploded in Felicia’s head, and she knew no more. - Hope y'all enjoyed~

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at a story and I wanted to clarify one thing. This is at its core a transfem MTF transformation story. As a trans woman I have some experience with the feelings, emotions, and hurdles of this, but I absolutely do not have a cis woman's perspective on anything. There will be sex and body exploration moments, and as someone without a vagina I had to research what this is like. Hopefully it doesn't come across like some dumbass virgin wrote it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1: In Which She Makes a Wish Ryan stared in awe at the being hovering before him, a beautiful woman with long flowing chestnut colored hair held in a ponytail by a turquoise band, a matching bedlah top covering her chest, and gold bands around her wrists. Piercing blue eyes regarded the boy, a hint of a smile touching them. However the most notable thing in Ryan's estimation was that just below the navel her body ended and below that she was made of a lavender smoke that endlessly emanated from an ornate antique bottle, twisting and flowing in eddies and swirls that seemed to hypnotize him as he beheld the being before him. “Well met, Master,” intoned the strange ethereal woman. “I am known as Sisu the Giving, genie of the bottle. I give you my most humble thanks for freeing me. In return I shall grant you all your heart’s desires. May I ask the name of my Master?” Ryan stared slack-jawed. He had found the bottle in an antique shop tucked away in an alley that he’d never meant to go down in the first place. He’d bought it as a gift for his girlfriend’s birthday. Andrea loved antiques and Ryan had thought she’d love the bottle especially, but when he pulled out the stopper this was the very last thing he’d expected to happen. Finally after a moment of stunned silence he spoke to the genie before him. “I’m, uh, Ryan,” he said lamely. “You…you're really a genie? I mean, uh, obviously you must be, but…I didn't know genies were real.” “Indeed I am,” Sisu the Giving said. “Alas, my kind are rarer in this age. I can feel only three others of my kind left in this world. Many of us have passed to realms beyond, or shall never be found again and have wasted away. ‘Tis a great tragedy, but unfortunately not one that I may remedy, for my bond is to you, my Master. As he who has freed me I am bound to your eternal servitude. As they say, your wish is my command!” Sisu smiled brightly and twirled in midair as bright glittering sparks flew about her from her fingertips, painting her as the very picture of ethereal beauty. Ryan was awed by her, still hardly believing what was happening. “Wish? You mean you can really grant any wish I want?” he asked. “Of course, my Master! I shall grant anything you desire. Fame, fortune, love, anything you ask of me shall be yours!” Ryan paused, suddenly wary. “Hold on,” he said cautiously. “In stories genies aren't always so kind in granting wishes, there's always some kind of twist.” Sisu’s eyes twinkled as she regarded her new master. “Indeed,” she agreed. “Many of my kind have done these things. I, however, shall not warp your wish into some unfavorable or nefarious outcome. Your wish shall be granted perfectly and according to your true desire.” Ryan waited for a moment for Sisu to speak. “But…?” he prompted. Sisu smiled a wan and dry smile. “Of course,” she confessed, “a price must be paid. For everything you receive something from you shall be taken. This thing I will not tell you and you shall not know until it is gone, but I give you my solemn vow that neither you nor those you love shall come to harm, nor shall your wish be tainted.” Ryan considered this. If what Sisu was saying was true it wasn't as bad as the stories had said it would be. However, this could potentially be just as bad, especially if he didn't know what he'd have to give up. Still, the trade-off might be worth it in the end after his three wishes were through. Actually…wait a minute. “Wait,” he exclaimed as the thought occurred, “you haven't told me how many wishes I get!” “That is because there is no limit,” Sisu proclaimed. “I do not limit you to one, three, or even five as some of my brothers and sisters may have. You may decide yourself when the price becomes too high for you to ask for more.” Ryan paled slightly. These trades must be pretty serious if Sisu thought he would give up on his own accord. What would be the breaking point? What would be taken from him that would cause him to quit? And just because something wasn’t harmful doesn’t mean it couldn’t be bad. “That's…different,” he muttered uneasily. “Is there anything else I should know? Any more rules like no killing or no love?” “Nothing of that sort. Love is easy to manipulate, even if it can get a bit unpleasant. If you truly wish someone to die then it shall be done, but the price of ending a life shall be severe.” Sisu’s eyes turned steely and sharp. Ryan could see the weight of her words reflected in her expression as she spoke. “I would also caution against raising the dead,” the genie continued. “It can be done, but things tend to get…messy. Besides these, I give you one final warning.” The swirling smoke comprising Sisu's lower half suddenly shifted inward and formed into slender legs with a gold and turquoise pair of pants to match her bedlah top. Sisu touched down on the floor and took one quick stride to be face to face with Ryan for the first time. She stood at eye level just a few inches away and Ryan instinctively took a half step back. “What is done cannot be undone,” she warned, the severity shining in her eyes once more. “Neither wish nor sacrifice may be reversed. What you get and what you lose shall remain for all your life. Choose wisely.” With her warning completed Sisu floated back up into the air, taking a pose as if she were lounging on a chair, her head propped on her arm and her legs crossed, all trace of seriousness gone. Ryan swallowed nervously. “So, my Master,” she smiled. “What is your wish?” Ryan regarded the genie nervously. A pit had begun to form in his stomach as he weighed the choice before him. He could have anything he wanted. But was it worth the risk? What could he want so bad that it would be… He paused, and the pit grew deeper. Ever since the lavender smoke began pouring from that bottle a thought had played at the back of his mind, a thought that had grown stronger even as Ryan tried to shove it down, shove it back into the dark place of his mind where he kept it locked. Some days it stayed put, content to stay away, but it was always there, waiting, and on the nights when it broke free it consumed him and left him aching, sleepless, and hopelessly despairing. But now there was no avoiding it, and 27 years of repressing this feeling had finally taken its toll. It was free now, and the thought, that terrible ache, could be made real, and almost without even thinking Ryan spoke. “I…can you…” He hesitated. “Hm?” questioned Sisu, a curious look on her face. “What is it that troubles you, Master?” Ryan could hardly breathe, he felt like he was being choked. He forced himself to take a deep breath and count in his head until he was calmer. 1 and 1 is 2. 2 and 2 is 4. 4 and 4 is 8. “I wish…” he started. 8 and 8 is 16. 16 and 16 is 32. Sisu smiled, and unbeknownst to Ryan she used a tiny portion of her magic to loosen his tongue. She had a sneaking suspicion what his wish would be. It was not the first time she had seen this happen. “Speak, Master,” she intoned. Ryan counted 32 and 32 is 64, took a deep breath, let the pit fill his entire being, and spoke. “I wish I was a girl,” she commanded. Sisu did a midair somersault and landed in front of Ryan, her eyes glittering and her grin wide. Just as she’d suspected. "Your wish is my command, Mistress.” Smoke poured from the bottle, surrounding Sisu until she was no longer visible. At once the column of lavender haze drifted towards Ryan, enveloping her in a soft caress from head to toe. She shivered as she felt herself begin to change. Her short hair grew, lengthening to halfway down her back, light and smooth. Her shoulders and waist began to narrow at the same time as her hips began to widen. She suddenly felt very tight in her jeans and worried about them ripping as she felt her butt also begin to expand. She couldn't be too sure through the smoke but she could swear she felt herself shrinking. It was all too much. She could hardly breathe. It felt as though there was a heavy weight on her chest. She put her hand up and gasped, feeling the mounds beneath her shirt as her new breasts began to swell. She was suddenly very scared of how she hadn't specified anything about this, but there was nothing to be done now. Just as she was beginning to worry that they were going to get too big the swelling slowed and stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, but tensed again as she heard Sisu’s voice in her ear. “Apologies, Mistress, this next part is going to be a bit invasive, but I need to be precise here. I promise I shall be gentle and make it nice for you.” The smoke receded from her head and feet, gathering at her crotch and moving into her pants. She squealed in fright as she felt her manhood begin to shrink, then let out a soft moan as she felt pleasure radiate from it. She shook and her knees buckled as she suddenly felt the greatest orgasm of her life rock her. Pure ecstasy radiated out from her crotch as she sat on hands and knees, unable to move as the genie continued her work. It came in waves in ways she had never felt before, reverberating through her whole body, shaking her to her core. As the bliss rolled over her she felt the genie moving deeper and deeper inside her new genitals. She could feel things inside her moving, being rearranged, transformed from her previous male organs to her new female ones. Soon the waves of pleasure subsided and she was left panting on the floor. Eventually she was dimly aware of the smoke coalescing in front of her as Sisu appeared again, looking proud and grinning from ear to ear. “I must say,” bragged the genie, “that this may be my greatest work in centuries.” Ryan looked up at Sisu, eyes wide, still catching her breath. “That…that was…” she panted in an unfamiliar high-pitched voice. “I’m really quite good,” the genie said, evidently very pleased. “Still, we're not quite done. There's one last finishing touch.” Ryan cocked her head to the side. What could possibly be left? Everything about her was fundamentally different now, even the world looked bigger. “What-” she started before Sisu knelt down, took her head by the chin, and kissed her firmly on the lips. Ryan's eyes went wide as suddenly thoughts, memories, and knowledge flashed in her mind. How to put on makeup, how to wear a bra, how to manage a period, everything one could ever need to know about being a woman was beamed directly into her head. At the same time Ryan felt something else leave her mind, some small piece of former knowledge taken. Was this the trade? Sisu broke the kiss after just two seconds, though to Ryan it had felt like an eternity. She wobbled slightly on hands and knees, then fully collapsed on her side, whimpering, the room spinning above her. Sisu drifted down to rest beside the poor girl and placed Ryan's head in her lap. The genie began to stroke Ryan’s hair and spoke softly to the new girl before her. “It is alright, Mistress. You have been through a lot. Just breathe and it will pass. Sixty…sixty-ffffff… Ryan's head was still swimming with the process and couldn't really focus properly on her numbers. But as her head began to clear she tried to focus on what was taken from her mind, something important, something she felt like she had all her life that was now missing, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember. “What was it?” she asked the genie unsteadily in her new higher, softer voice. “What did you take?” Sisu smiled down at Ryan. “Nothing too important. You'll find out soon enough.” Ryan blinked up at the genie. She was beautiful, and from here she looked almost motherly. As the last of the head fog cleared, Ryan sat up as straight as she could, if a bit unsteady, next to the attentive genie. Did Sisu get bigger? Or did… Ryan propped herself on the coffee table and slowly pulled herself up. Sisu stood and offered a helping hand which Ryan took as she took stock of everything. No, she wasn't imagining it, Sisu was taller than her, but only because Ryan was shorter. She had been at eye level with the genie before but now Ryan had lost at least eight or nine inches. Even her clothes hung weird and her jeans bunched up considerably around her ankles and under her heels. She'd have to have Andrea measure her when- “Andrea!” she squealed at the thought of her girlfriend. “What's she going to think seeing me like this?! I didn't even think about how she'd react! Sisu, change me back! She’s supposed to come over tonight!” Sisu gave a tsk tsk noise and wagged her finger at the girl. “Apologies, Mistress, but as you recall one of my rules was that wishes cannot be undone. I believe there's a delightful phrase in this time, ‘no take-backsies.’” Ryan groaned. Of course, stupid stupid Ryan, never thinking ahead. What was she going to do? “If I may, Mistress,” Sisu said, “I'd advise you to worry less about your girlfriend and more about yourself. You seem to be having some…difficulties?” Ryan looked up at the genie, still helping her stand, wondering what she was talking about, when she suddenly felt something very warm between her legs. She looked down and jumped back in alarm as she saw a growing wet stain around her crotch that was beginning to run down her legs, completely soaking the front of her too-tight jeans. It took a second for her to fully realize what was happening, but when she did she was utterly mortified. “What the fuck what the fuck!” She shrieked. She tried desperately to put her hands between her legs in an attempt to stop it, but to no avail. Under no control of her own she was wetting her pants and could not stop.

Daddy's hand lifted your bottom up so he could put a booster pad in your diaper. Part of you was nervous, having a man's hand so close to your privates. But a bigger part of you was just embarrassed because you knew that all he was doing was wiping you, powdering you, and taping a big thick diaper that you could hardly even walk in on you. Because that's what Daddys do with babies. And really, that's all you were. Mommy wouldn't let you forget. Even though sometimes she let you wear skirts, dresses, and even big girl pants outside. She still wouldn't let you forget that you had a diaper on underneath So she made sure to remind you by pulling your pants back to check you, even if there was a crowd or asking you to lift your skirt so she could see if you needed a change yet Or telling your friends to let her know if you've had an accident. But at least you could certainly feel like a "big girl" when mommy let you wear pants, even if everyone could see that not so subtle buldge underneath or the crinkling whenever you walked or how you'd stop in the middle of your tracks and freeze up for a bit. Sweetie, that diaper is soaked! Aren't you glad that you asked mommy to help you use the potty? I know that you don't like that I didn't let you take your diaper off, but if you had tried doing that yourself you'd have just gone piddle all over your legs and the floor. Now why don't we go get you changed before you have another accident, okay?

I don't know for sure what triggered my fetish. I have theories I came up with later in life, but who can know for sure? What I can say is that I had a remarkably normal childhood, was toilet-trained at an average age, and did not ever regress into bedwetting. I recall feeling jealous of my younger sisters who were still in nappies, and I acted on this by stealing and hoarding their plastic panties which I would wear over terry-towelling diapers similarly "collected". I would often go into their bedrooms to look at and touch the nylon material of their baby pants which were packed in the bureau next to their beds. There was never an overt cause for my 'interest', and my parents never knew I had it. The catalyst was puberty. I discovered masturbation very late (at the age of 14, nearly 15) and in a roundabout way. Up until then, all I knew was that whenever I wore a nappy, my penis would immediately stiffen like a ramrod and get in the way of me pinning it on. For some reason, I didn't associate my erection with sexual pleasure, but that was because I didn't know what sexual pleasure was back then. From about the age of 13, I had started wearing nappies and waterproof pants every chance I got because it just felt 'right': they made me feel safe in the time of personal turmoil which was probably the onset of puberty. I committed significant resources to the purchase of big towelling nappies and the largest white nylon plastic pants I could find. We had a large house with more than an acre of wooded garden, and, as luck would have it, my bedroom was in a wing away from the rest of the family, so all three of my sisters had their own rooms in the main house. My routine was pretty much the same each night. I would do my homework, show it to my parents and then retire to my room. After a shower, I would towel myself dry and then stand in front of a full-length mirror and carefully pin on one of those fluffy white nappies. My nascent fetish didn't have a lot to do with the nappy itself, rather and exclusively it was with the plastic pants. To this day, I use the nappy to make the experience more 'genuine'. I reason that there is little point in wearing the sexy pants which are meant to cover a nappy without wearing the nappy itself, and the mirror was important to get the pins in exactly the right place - a task complicated by having to keep shoving my over-eager penis back into the inviting folds of its nappy. After it was properly pinned, I would slowly and indulgently unfold a glorious pair of nylon waterproofs, roll the white material between my fingertips to hear the characteristic crackling sound, then pull them over my nappy and the huge bulge of my straining teenaged penis in its towelling prison. To be honest, my hardon really used to bug me. It was in the way! That was until the fateful day when EVERYTHING changed... I remember the first time I masturbated clearly, although it was nothing as simple as stroking myself like a normal person. I was busy with the nightly ritual of putting myself into a nappy when my unruly penis broke free of the nappy's waistband at the moment I was pulling the waterproofs up over the towelling; its head actually touching the rustling plastic. Time stood still. My hips began to pump uncontrollably, I must have gasped while looking down at the rapidly-swelling head which had suddenly turned deep purple as an unbearable wave of pleasure spread throughout my groin. And then it happened : I shot an incredible amount of cum onto the mirror before falling over backwards in what can only be described as a dead faint. I lay twitching with pleasure for a long time before I was able to sit and take stock. My penis, which had gone soft after my very first ejaculation was already on the way up, my waterproofs were still only half on, and the mirror was literally covered in massive gobs of white semen, some of which had followed gravity and were pooling on the carpet. (Two days after this truly awesome event, my mother asked me about a stain a foot ABOVE the full-length mirror which I saw to my horror was dried semen. I professed not to know what it was, and cleaned it off immediately!) Anyway, I stood shakily and tried to put my throbbing penis back into the nappy, but it was too hard to bend and was very sensitive to the touch. I lay down on the bed and tried to work it into the nappy sideways, simultaneously pulling the waterproof pants over the nappy with my other hand. And it happened again! As I heard the nylon crackle, I shot my next load without warning straight off the bed at an angle of 90 degrees to hit the opposite wall with some collateral damage to the bed linen. This time, it took longer to recover. I lay moaning, shuddering and writhing for what seemed like hours. My dick was so sensitive that the slightest movement brought on exquisite pain, but eventually the erection subsided and I was able to do what I had been trying for the last hour: to put my penis where I had wanted it. I fell off the bed, crawled to the bathroom to get a roll of TP for the cleanup operation. I was dazed, confused and operating on auto-pilot. I had known the facts of life in abstract; my parents had briefed me many years earlier and I had picked up snippets of wild stories, rumours and speculation at school, but had never really put the two together. I'm sure I was the last of my class to ejaculate, and I had done it without actually touching myself deliberately. It was a lot for a naive youngster to assimilate. All I knew that night was that those glorious white nylon waterproof pants (with their supportive nappy) were responsible for the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. Nothing much has changed in the intervening 30-plus years, I have to say .

Len was in his mid teens and just came home looking tired after a long night of studying “Hello anyone home?” He called out

Warning As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to a break with social normities. These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Punishments (often unfair, degrading, and/or humiliating) Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of expletives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Political themes associated with revolutions or desires of change or freedoms Literal age regression Depictions of younger children and babies (formerly adults) Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific acts to anything overtly sexual; however, some fetishes maybe touched on in this story more than my previous ones. Still, as usual, this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list here is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be warranted later if needed (though may not be added). If I deem any chapters to be too ‘triggering,’ I will issue another separate warning beforehand. Hey everyone and welcome back! It's almost been a month since I lasted posted regularly with my previous story, and it's definitely been an interesting start to the year so far. Can't say I'm a fan of everything going on, but this story has been a nice place to find some refuge. Also... I swear that I really will get around to updating the DD Reference Guide. May is way too long. Now, as per your previous polling, this story won out over the other two. So far, it’s about 22 chapters total, but this might be subject to change. I need to see how a few things play out after I‘ve fully written and edited a few critical chapters that may need more room to breathe so to speak. As such, it very well could be more. Additionally, I don’t see my work backing down at all and I do have a few trips planned out coming up here, so I will try my best to commit again to at least three chapters a week. More could drop occasionally, especially with some of these chapters having already been written out, but I can’t commit to that fully at this point. Looking ahead, as usual, I will post another poll with three stories in the mix for my next story in chapter two. There are a few things going on this weekend that could delay this but I’m hoping to post chapter 2 by Monday night at the very latest. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys the first chapter of this next story of mine! Chapter 1: Breaking News! It was just like any other spring day in April. The flowers were beginning to pop out and a nice gentle breeze occasionally wafted through the already warming days. Pollen was on its way in large numbers, and I knew I would soon be able to put away even my lighter jacket from my list of things I carried with me outside of the house daily. Nearby, green stems of the plants ready to bloom soon were further signs that change and the truly warmer months were on their way. Being a Sunday, I was well on my way over to joining my parents, and my younger brother and sister for our weekly family dinner. None of us were truly the best communicators out there, so starting when I went away to college, we all at least attempted to attend a regular family meal to keep everyone in the loop on each other’s lives. Journeying from my apartment on the other side of the city, I usually took the freeway that curved around the south side of the main downtown area, but some kind of accident forced me onto the main city streets today instead. Listening to my classic rock station, as soon as I began to pass by some of the taller skyscrapers, my radio suddenly sputtered and crackled. “We pause your regular scheduled program today to bring you an emergency news report. Residents of major cities are advised to avoid downtown areas if all possible,” the almost electronic voice sounded out. I rolled my eyes, seeing the tall skyscrapers starting to grow in numbers and height all around me. Not the largest city in the country, but definitely a major one. “Great… now you tell me… where were you five minutes ago?” The classic rock station then resumed, but despite the heavy bass and solid drum beat echoing in my car once again, I simply couldn’t get my mind off what I had just heard. The last time an announcement like that had been made, the president was in town for some political rally, and the time before that was because of some high terror alert made from some terrorist group. Not hearing of the president or any other celebrity coming into the city today, my hands grew sweaty on the wheel as my mind reeled with the possibili… “Hey!” a voice shouted out in front of me. I immediately hit my breaks and popped out of my own thoughts long enough to see a police officer only about a foot away from the front of my car. Visibly angry, they marched right over to my window and gestured abruptly for me to roll it down, which I did promptly. “Didn’t you hear me before? Didn’t you see me waving at you for you to stop and go the other way?” “No…,” I admitted. “I’m sorry officer. I just heard on the radio about not coming downtown and I was thinking about what… it… could…” I stopped as my eyes drifted just beyond the officer and to the several other police swarming the main downtown area. The once pristine and normally peaceful park at this time on a Sunday just outside of city hall was now littered with dozens of military men and even more police… all setting up barricades or patrolling around… each seemingly ready to react to something. “Uh… the president wouldn’t happen to be coming here today, right?” While looking a little annoyed still, the officer saw where I was looking and then eased up a bit and sighed as she moved a stray hair of her back behind her ear. “No, sir. A fringe group posted a video on their website this morning threatening several major city centers with a demonstration of some kind. Government agencies have listed the threat as credible, so we’re rerouting all traffic coming through here over to West E Street. You know where that is from here?” I nodded. “Local and all, so yes. That’s just two turns away from this intersection up ahead or the one just behind me now.” “Very good, sir,” she said, her face now looking more apprehensive than angry or even annoyed now. “Please reroute over that way with the intersection behind you. There will be signs taking you all the way… just in case.” I nodded again. “Thank you, officer. I’ll get a move on right now…” Without rolling my window back up, I started turning my car wheel to the right to eventually make my U-turn and then get over to West E Street as instructed. Before I could make a full rotation though, the police officer came back to my window “Oh, and sir?” I stopped turning my wheel as the officer clearly forgot to mention something important. “I advise you go to your destination and stay there for a while this afternoon. Your own residence, a friend or a family member would be best… especially away from the city if possible… understand?” “Thank you, officer… just heading over to my family’s house now actually. Over in the Eastern Hills district,” I clarified. About 60% of the neighborhood had a good view of the city, even with all the trees now, but it was still considered outside the main boundary of the city. “Very good, sir,” she said, looking a little relieved. “On your way then.” Her smile put me at ease, but her underlying show of relief and all the other precautions I was now seeing to my rear back in the main part of downtown did not. Still, I drove off, and sure enough, a myriad of signs directed me right over to West E Street, which all then directed me to the beltway. Fortunately, the radio message seemed to do the trick and as I tracked over to my parents’ house, the roads started to become significantly emptier. Eventually pulling up to the house though, I could see my mom pacing back and forth on the front porch, clearly worried that I hadn’t arrived at my usual time. “And just where have you been?” she asked, flipping to me quickly, allowing her hair with her slightly graying roots to flap about in the air. It was always nice to see her and the rest of my family each Sunday, but unfortunately, her tone told me she was both nervous and frustrated with my tardiness. “Sorry… had to take a detour getting over here,” I noted. I guessed her real source of distress was hearing about the warning to stay away from the downtown area, but knowing her, I didn’t want her to worry needlessly about my safety in confirming that I had literally just come from there. She glared at me, but then just waved me inside. “Fine, fine. You should account for all that before you leave, but…” She then sighed and shook her head, seemingly letting my tardiness go. “Just… come inside, Pete. Dinner’s almost ready and the rest of your siblings are already here.” Locking my car door, I nodded and headed inside without further comment. Almost immediately, Amanda ran up to me and did her best to jump into my arms. My younger sister had been a bit of a whoops with my parents, now clocking in at 4 years old, compared to my younger brother Lucas’ 22 and my 28. “Petey!” she squealed. “Youwe here!” I smiled and nodded before nuzzling my nose into hers. “That’s right you little munchkin! All the traffic in the world couldn’t keep me away from my favorite sister!” She giggled in my arms, appreciating my affection and being known as ‘the favorite’ of anything. “She is your only though…” Amanda and I stopped and looked over at our sullen brother, Lucas. Freshly returned from his relatively nearby university for our dinner only and entering his master’s program this year for engineering, the burden of his work had made him surly and had rubbed off the more playful edge he had when he had first left for college. I missed the kid who used to beg me to play tag with him sometimes… “Well… looks like the party pooper is here and in usual form, right sis?” Amanda nodded, likely just to his label as a ‘party pooper,’ and pouted in his direction. Noticing, I couldn’t help but crack a small grin at her tiny fierceness against my brother. “Oops. Looks like you made her mad, bro. I think someone needs to say sorry, huh? What do you think, nugget?” Again, Amanda pouted, even crossing her arms this time, and nodded defiantly. Lucas rolled his eyes but ultimately relented and came over to give us both a hug. Being the older brother of the two, I felt it was my responsibility to keep them civil whenever I could… even if that meant putting my foot down occasionally. Mom and dad did a pretty good job themselves at keeping the order between us, but busy with dinner preparations tonight and at other times, I took over that role nearly seamlessly. “Kids! Dinner’s on!” a voice thundered from inside the house. Unmistakably our dads, his voice was pleasant but overall commanding. It meant get in the kitchen now and don’t dawdle or risk incurring your mom’s wrath over a potentially cold meal. So, scrambling apart, I set Amanda down, and the three of us darted into the kitchen without delay. Quickly serving their own plates, my mom helping Amanda out first before helping her into her booster chair and my brother piling the Bolognese high on his plate, my dad looked at me with a single raised graying eyebrow, his forehead wrinkling precipitously as he did so. “You avoided the car accident on 62 and went downtown, didn’t you? Your… detour, huh?” I sighed and nodded, knowing I could never keep a secret from the man in my life. He just had one of those uncanny knacks of being able to figure out the truth and know it before anyone else. Lucas and I still wondered if his old government job was really a cover for him being a secret agent or something and that’s where he had learned his skills at… but we had never dared to ask him. Still, regardless of how he got them, I didn’t want everyone to know about the little secret he had just pulled out about me and where I had really been today. “Don’t tell the others, please, Dad?” My dad smirked and then quickly shook his head. “I might be an adrenaline junky still, Pete, but I’m not crazy. If your mom knew… whew! She’d find some way to make sure you never drove over here again, or at the very least… find some way to make sure you checked in with her every five or ten minutes in coming over here for the future. So, no. I won’t tell her. I don’t think either of us want to see her like that, right?” I rolled my eyes, but I knew he wasn’t kidding about what she would do. “Right but… ugh! She’s just so…” My dad smirked and nodded his head. “Yeah, but give her some slack. She means well and all. Just wants you kids to be safe… her mother hen instinct is all. Can’t blame her for that…” I shook my head and that was that. Some might have considered that a lie of omission with my mom, but I still had made it here in one piece and dwelling on it anymore would have just been a waste. Serving my own meal, I quickly took a seat in between Amanda and Lucas, still sensing the tension and prickly demeanor between the two. Lucas was a man of science and numbers. Everything was a calculation to him, while Amanda was still at the age where magic was real, and everything could be solved with a good hug or a kiss. Unfortunately, Lucas was short on both lately. Still, the weekly family dinner proceeded as usual and seemed liked a pleasant exchange of the latest news from each of us. Lucas was having problems with one of his professors while Amanda had a sudden aversion to broccoli. Dad was settling into his new position as the head of a security company and mom was doing her best to close a deal on a particular lavish house in an up-and-coming neighborhood located just north of the city. Finally, though, the conversation turned to me, and I could almost predict the first question coming from my mom. “So, Pete… no Molly today?” she asked innocuously, but probingly. “Did you two…?” She didn’t finish her question, but the implication was clear about my current girlfriend. “No, mom. We didn’t break up. She’s just traveling right now for her job. Some photo shoot up in the mountains for the magazine.” My mom nodded and accepted the answer, but I could still see her hesitation about Molly… the same she had harbored when I first introduced her to my family a few months back now. I felt great about her and that our relationship was moving right along, but my mom thought she was too flaky or some nonsense like that. Annoying, but still, my mom had the decency to not interfere with our relationship or pick it apart… unlike two girlfriends ago that is. The conversation then moved on to discussing the future as usual, but about halfway through discussing our summer beach trip, my mom stopped and glared at my dad. “Honey… do you really need to keep the TV on in the other room? It’s very distracting right now. I don’t think we need to be listening to commercials about a deal for some half-priced pizza.” “Half priced?” Lucas perked up. My dad grumbled though, and Lucas resigned himself back in his seat, though I could still see his mind was racing on a deal like that. Turning his attention back to my mom next, our dad cleared his throat first. “Well… I think we need to keep it on. There’s problems out there, babe, and we need to be prepared.” He paused and momentarily gulped. “Uh, if it makes you feel better though, I can turn it down if you…” “No,” my mom quickly voiced. She was clearly annoyed with the TV, but she knew an unwinnable argument when she heard one. In this case it was her own comfort weighed against the safety of the family, and safety always seemed to win out in her book. “Keep it on. We need to hear if there’s an announcement…” The tension lingering in the air a little still though, my mom especially hating to back down from any argument, no one spoke for at least the next few minutes. Wanting to bring back the smiles however, I remembered a joke I had heard from one of my coworkers in the office just last week. “Hey… what kind of cheese do they eat on Sesame Street?” The mere mention of the show’s name made Amanda perk up and Lucas sigh while he rolled his eyes. He knew the set up of a ‘dad’ joke when he heard one. “I don’t know,” my dad responded, being at least a good sport about it. “What?” A cracked a tiny smile. “Cookie Muenster,” I said, even using the character’s voice for the punch line. Amanda laughed, but probably more from my silly voice than the actual joke itself. “Oh, god… really, Pete?” Lucas groaned. I only shrugged back. Corny, yes, but also effective. It was just enough to get a few other jokes going around the table, and gratefully, everyone out of their previous funk. “Okay… how about this one…” my mom finally piped up, joining in. “What bird leads the orchestra?” Lucas scratched his head, and I leaned forward to think about it. “I dunno… what, mommy?” Amanda questioned first though. “Well, I’ll tell you,” our mom said after a second, looking around the room yet likely seeing the rest of her family stumped. “The…” Before she could respond, a high-pitched beeping started to go off. Looking around the table at my stunned family for a moment, likely as a result of the stark realization over the noise, we all got up and quickly ran to the living room to confirm our fears. ‘Breaking News!’ The television screen flashed the message prominently, and the high-pitched beeping noise was replaced by a loud, long beep that then echoed throughout the family room. Amanda quickly put her hands over her ears and started screaming. My mom, seeing her distress and wincing a little over the alarm herself, quickly went over to pick her up and comfort her. “Does it have to be so loud?” Lucas then asked, his own hands going up to cover his ears. Instead of the pain that our mom and Amanda were showing, his was more of one of annoyance. Our dad nodded. “It’s important,” he said, his voice cresting just slightly over the incessant alarm sound. “It’s a one size fits all. When your mom and I were younger, they used a similar one to announce about a nuclear bomb. Tested them all the time and we all had to practice those drills in case one ever went off.” He smiled triumphantly, but none of the rest of us were smiling though. Realizing what he had just done, his face quickly turned to panic, and he tried to fix his glaring mistake… but it was too late. “Wait! Nuclear bomb? Is that what’s happening?” Lucas asked, now panicking more than ever, his usual calculating demeanor temporarily going right out the proverbial window. Not sure what was happening myself, I could feel my heartbeat begin to increase as well. “No, no!” our dad tried to retract, our mom slightly giving him the stink eye as well over his grievous error. “It’s just one thing of many that they use the alarm for… I’m sure that everything is alright and that we’ll be perfectly safe here in our…” Before I could step in to bail the poor guy out, the TV screen flashed a few times and switched to a large group of people huddled around a podium at the front of the room with the presidential seal clearly displayed on the front. A large balding man then stepped up to the microphone and began to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, twenty minutes ago, the president announced he was declaring a national emergency. A domestic terrorist group, known simply as ’87, named for the year the constitution was written, stole and threatened the release of a potentially dangerous virus this morning. I regret to inform you that they have now acted and have begun releasing this virus across the nation in a series of unprovoked and unwarranted attacks. Shortly, the president will address the nation. For now, we encourage the public, especially in or near city centers, to stay inside.” I watched my family react to the unfolding events in various ways. My dad was as stoic as ever, having worked for the government for years, yet I could still see the ounce of fear behind his focused eyes that now replaced his previous one of panic. Conversely, Lucas was panicking even more now in his own unique way that he had picked up back in middle school. Small, twitchy finger movements and darting eyes made him appear to be calculating the net worth of everyone on the planet and every possible outcome ever conceived, but I knew he was just trying to rationalize inside his own head about what was going on. Our mom seemed frightened and shocked, and limply held her right hand over her mouth, as if about to muffle a scream. Having sat her down during the announcement, her left hand tightened around Amanda’s, which to her credit and without the alarm anymore, seemed the calmest of everyone. I suppose it’s true that ignorance is bliss… Looking back at the screen, it first noted that the president would soon be on to address the nation and secondly that ‘We ask the nation to remain calm, as your government tries to prevent or, in some cases, respond to these attacks. More information will be broadcasted to your local news stations as to what you should do now and if there are any further effects or attacks you need to be aware of.’ The screen beeped along for about another minute but then flashed again and switched to a local news channel where a nervous looking anchorman and woman were perched behind a desk. “That was just the Secretary of Health, joined by members of the FBI, CDC, and NIH. To reiterate, the president has now declared a national emergency and will address the nation within the next few hours. God help us all…” As opposed to my nervous family, I simply sat in my recliner chair and numbly thought about all the implications of what I was now seeing. I thought about Molly, all tucked away in her mountain retreat taking photos of birds or models or whatever else the magazine she worked for wanted. Not being outdoorsy in the least, I teased her that she would never last up there in the mountains, but now, she was seeming like the safer one of the two of us now. Looking back up from my thoughts, my family each stood in stunned silence. There had been some outbreaks and terrorist attacks in recent years, so some of the news felt familiar, but looking back to the TV, I knew that something about all this was just different this time. The news anchors around here had always seemed steadfast or sometimes even saddened, but never truly panicked. Despite such a human response, it was unsettling to see them fumbling through the papers in their hands, as they continued to break the story as it unfolded. One by one, more cities were now listed amongst those attacked. “Oh god… Houston now as well,” the anchorwoman said, reading the prompter and occasional pressing her fingers to the earpiece feeding her live updates. Having transferred from there last year, I could just make out the tears forming in her eyes… likely thinking of all her old coworkers now being affected by whatever was happening to these affected cities. “It will be okay, Sally,” the anchorman said, clearly trying to calm his coworker down. “Just focus on the news and…” It was now his turn to press the earpiece further to listen to the next update. “This just in… government authorities are now considering placing the entire country under Martial Law until this crisis is resolved and the perpetrators are taken into custody. There seems to be some kind of interference and loss of signal wherever these terrorist devices are going off… but we’ll bring you every update that we can. For now, we ask that you please do not provoke the authorities and remain in your homes…” Suddenly, a flash of orange burst outside, contrasting heavily against the pale blue sky. The TV still ran, but now panicking and likely fearing the worst, my dad went into survival mode. “Quickly! Get down and cover your heads!” Everyone ducked and took cover… well, everyone except me. Stupid, maybe… but I loved war movies. My dad introduced to them me when I was far too young, at least according to my mom, but nuclear bombs were commonplace in several of them. As such, I knew that they released an EMP… which meant no electricity, and no TV. Now seeing a positively ghostly figure of both anchors, their lights flickered briefly on the screen, but the program remained on. “Pete!” my mom screeched, temporarily looking up from her own cover to make sure that the rest of her family was safe. “Get down!” I shook my head. “It’s okay, mom. It’s not a nuclear bomb or anything. The TV would have gone off.” I then gestured to the screen, still brightly lit. “See?” My dad, getting up after placing his own body over my mom and Amanda, looked up as well. His instincts were more of fight or flight but looking around and seeing none of the disruptions I was insisting about, relief washed over his face. “He’s right, Karen. There would’ve been more if it was a bomb like that.” Helping both her and my sister up before Lucas, I could still sense his caution though. “Then what did we just see, Gregg?” she asked, her panic still hanging around her densely. “What was that flash? If it wasn’t a nuclear bomb going off then wha…?” She didn’t get to finish her question. Before she could, the house shook terribly, like it was being hit by some kind of vibrational wave. Harkening back to those war movies, it usually only meant one thing when accompanied by a flash. Maybe not nuclear, but there had been an explosion of some kind. “What was that?” my mom asked, her panic increasing even more now as she clung to my sister. For her part, Amanda was now clinging tightly back. Lucas just looked stunned and confused. “I don’t know,” my dad admitted. “Just stay inside and don’t panic or an…” Right then, loud machines began to echo from the outside and I couldn’t even hear more of what the anchors were saying anymore. Picture frames and vases began to tremble from whatever was happening outside. It was hard to miss and everyone, even my sister now, was looking to the front bay window looking out toward the street where we had initially seen the orange flash. With the recent growths in the trees though, the downtown area beyond and most of the sky could just be made out. Dust of some kind seemed to be swirling around the whole area, but I couldn’t make it out further. So, curiosity getting the better of me, I bolted to the front door. “Peter!” my mom shouted out to me, now using my full first name. Serious, but if I lived here still, I knew it meant I was only flirting with danger and a possible punishment. “Get back here this instant. They said not to go outside still!” I heard her, but it was too late for me to turn back now. I was too curious by then and the fluttering and rumbling all about the living room wasn’t helping either. My hand already at the doorknob, I simply twisted, pushed, and then exited the red-painted front door of my childhood home. What I saw, I guess I should have expected from the news, but I was still unprepared for it. I was immediately greeted by dozens of scurrying soldiers being offloaded by a parade of trucks and even a single Humvee driving up our street as well. Our house and neighborhood being perched on a large hill that overlooked much of the city and corresponding valley suburbs around it, I was finally able to get a good view of the whole situation. Normally, it was the perfect place for sunsets and to watch the storms roll in, but now, it gave only an ungodly view of the thundering group of helicopters and jets flying by and then surrounding several of the visible homes and nearby skyscrapers downtown. It appeared like every end scene of the world or wartime invasion film I had ever watched. Worse though, it reminded me too much of some of the conflicts that Molly had taken pictures of overseas and showed me afterward. But those places were at war… ‘Were we at war now as well?’ I wasn’t sure, but a few of the military leaders barking out orders to their men quickly took my mind off it. Knowing Molly would never forgive me if I didn’t capture at least a little of the action, I pulled out my smartphone and took a few pictures of everything unfolding around me. After snapping a few choice shots, I noticed the soldiers seemed distracted, and the loud humming and rumblings of the tanks and nearby helicopters drowned out any other sounds around me. My curiosity only intensifying, I stepped off the front porch and began walking towards the soldiers to ask what was going on. Each soldier was staring at downtown and toward one of local mountain ranges nearby. I hiked there several weekends during my time off and never could get enough of the views from one of the observation towers they had added up there in the 1930s. Now, I had to imagine the view was quite different. Right as I got up to them though, they all began to move out. Now invested and even more curious, I continued walking with the soldiers until I got to the end of the block. They seemed far too distracted to notice me, but as soon as the column stopped, another group of soldiers finally spotted me and began shouting. “Get him! Get him back inside now!” Realizing I had made a huge mistake of even coming out here, I raised my hands and tried to quickly walk backwards and back to my parents’ house. I started to move even faster when they started pointing their guns at me. I guess that wasn’t even fast enough, as soon, a sergeant broke off and pointed at me in annoyance. “You! Get back inside now. Don’t you know there’s a national emergency in effect right now? Or that Martial Law is going to be called into play any second now? Don’t you know what’s happened today?” Weighing my options, I decided to play dumb. Martial Law had never been put into effect during my lifetime around here, so it was at least somewhat plausible, even though I knew that it had meant to stay indoors as just one of its stipulations. “I heard that, but I’m not sure what it is or what I should even do. Do you know?” The sergeant groaned and then pointed his weapon back up the hill from where I had just come from. “It means get back inside now and not asking any more questions. Got it?” “Yes, sir!” From my dad’s experience and stories with them in his old job, I knew to not mess with any soldiers when they were on a mission or given direct orders. Giving them signs of respect or following their commands may have cut my investigation short and I could miss out on some extra photos of history in the making, but I wasn’t stupid. Seeing even their panic, I knew this was not the time to argue. “I’m going back home right…” “There’s another! There’s another!” a solider shouted. “Look!” Another flash of orange lit up the sky, but now being outside and away from some of the trees, I was seeing everything in real time now. A large, thunderous concussive explosion then went off and both the sergeant and I looked to the source of it. Due to my neighborhood’s perfect positioning up on the hill in the suburbs yet still being close enough to the city, it took only a few seconds for us to spot a second, but this time, much larger plume of orange smoke quickly covering the whole downtown area now. It swirled and puffed around the glass and steel giants and seemed to emanate from one of the taller buildings we could still see from here. By the second it seemed though, the whole of the city seemed to be swallowed up in this strange new mist. Looking back over, the sergeant looked panicked for a moment of sheer terror, but as the orange mist began to swirl and then cascade with the wind right toward us, he seemed to come to his senses. “Gas! Gas!” he yelled while simultaneously uncasing a gas mask from on his person around his belt. The nearby soldiers I had been following previously began furiously tearing out their own gas masks from hanging bags on their gear. It was tremendous commotion, but within a minute, each soldier had been masked and gowned to the point where not a single centimeter of their skin was showing. I stood there dumbstruck but realizing what I was witnessing, I managed to capture a few shots of them in the chaos, not wanting to miss this opportunity. But the sergeant, now gowned and masked as well, saw me still standing in the street and marched right over to me. “You! Get out of here. Now! Run as fast as you can into your home! Go while you still can!” I quickly deduced from his panic and the soldiers’ suits and masks that they knew more than the general public. Further, what they knew seemed to imply that whatever the orange mist was, was also likely deadly or hazardous in some way that I didn’t want to find out. Remembering back, the news did state that the ’87 group had stolen some kind of ‘dangerous virus,’ but only the depths of my late-night horror movie watching binges could comprehend or imagine what that meant precisely. Snapped out of my curiosity and reverting to sheer panic now, I began to turn to head home. Seconds and only a couple of steps later though, the spring breezes picked up and I smelled something almost sweet. Citrus maybe… I wasn’t sure, but I had to see where it was coming from. Turning around, to my horror, a large dust cloud of a reddish and orange hue lingered in the air only blocks away now. Seeing the giant cloud forming, the sergeant turned back to me. “Run! Run!” he called out to me again, this time the panic thick in his slightly muffled voice from the gas mask he now wore. Finally understanding the seriousness of it all, I panicked and tried to run as fast as I could, but luck was not on my side today it seemed. After only a few paces, I tripped on a piece of uneven sidewalk and fell face first onto the pavement. Before I had a moment to think, I was being pulled up by an unknown force. I could only hope that I wasn’t totally screwed now, but I soon began to see small whisps of the gas starting to creep around me like long tentacles from a monstrous kraken of some kind. It seemed to spell my doom, though I was pleasantly surprised that once it touched my skin, I felt no pain. No blisters or even a sting of any kind. It only seemed to almost be magnetized to my skin and even a tingle, but a shake from whoever pulled me up, knocked my fascination away. “You! You idiot!” the sergeant yelled, keeping my limp body aloft still. “This is why we said to stay indoors! The ’87 group planted multiple devices beforehand and another one just went off!” I knew he was right, but I was grateful that he at least still seemed to care for my well-being, despite my massive idiotic curiosity. His kindness, or at least decency showed further when he even handed me a mask. I immediately put it on, though I noticed the orange mist still followed and curled around my arms and a tiny trickle of blood now remained on my hands. I only saw both events for a moment, but it was still enough for me to panic. “Which one?” he asked gruffly as we finally reached the top of the hill. I pointed ahead to my parents’ home, where I then noticed two figures with cloths over their mouths were frantically running around and yelling. What’s more… they were yelling my name. The mist hadn’t touched them yet, but it was getting close and seemed to follow close behind us now, seemingly having difficulty making the climb up the hill. “Pete!” the woman yelled, who after running closer, I recognized as my mom. “Is he yours?” the sergeant asked, almost seeming disgusted as he gestured toward me. “Yes” my mom answered. “Thank you so much, sergeant.” My dad working for the government over the years had introduced my mom to several military men and women and she quickly made it a task for herself to memorize all the insignia and ranks in all the branches of service. “Just doing my job ma’am. But now… get inside. All of you!” My dad jogged up and joined us before pulling my mom and I back up to the porch. Looking back briefly, I wondered if the sergeant knew something more about this gas than he wasn’t letting on. Looking at my arm, it had touched me and yet I wasn’t blistered or even burned, but at the same time, every facet of the sergeant and his tone seemed to imply the inherent danger of the gas still. “Go inside, now! Take a shower immediately. Stay indoors and wait for further instructions. Hurry!” My mom and dad gripped my arms and guided me quickly inside. I momentarily felt faint, but the sensation passed once I was safely inside, and the door slammed shut. “Geez, Pete,” my dad said with annoyance once we were firmly indoors and with the door shut. Nearby, Lucas was huddled on the couch with Amanda wrapped tightly in his arms. “You just had to go outside and… let me guess. You just had to satisfy your curiosity… again, right?” Knowing he was probably thinking back to that one trip to the aquarium where I nearly fell into the tank of sharks when I was too curious then, like he always did, I once again just nodded sheepishly while I took off the mask the sergeant had given me. Despite the reason why I even had to wear a mask, it was nice to breathe in the air inside again, especially now that the mist had reached outside of our house. Curiously though, I noticed that the blood that had previously been on my face from my fall, had now vanished. “Hard to miss the event of the decade,” I replied casually. “I mean, you’re probably going to remember this day forever. Right, Lucas?” Lucas rolled his eyes and turned away from the TV briefly. “Sure, whatever, Pete. You put yourself and our parents at risk while I stayed here. Look, I can even still be informed inside and even know more than you do.” He then gestured toward the T.V., which was still blaring a ‘Breaking News!’ alert across the ribbon at the bottom of the screen. Further, new photographs and shaky camera footage was now being shown of the orange mist in several cities across the country. One by one, it seemed that somehow, most major population centers had been hit by the orange bombs and gas. “We’re not fully sure what this orange mist is,” the anchorman admitted, “but we are being informed by direct communication with the government that all citizens should avoid contact as much as possible. While not deadly, government officials have noted that the substance can be both ‘toxic’ and ‘hazardous.’” “That’s right,” the anchorwoman continued. “We have been informed that though the gas being released is not harmful to the skin, there are yet unidentified long-term effects which may occur soon after contact. If coming into contact at all, we recommend an immediate shower.” “I just hope these masks worked at least a little bit,” my dad said, removing his medical grade mask covering. He had bought it when his work took him to China last year and they were experiencing some type of mass outbreak of the flu. My mom had insisted, and my dad put up no resistance to her demands; none of us ever really did. “I hope so, Gregg,” my mom wished as she pulled her mask off as well. Sighing deeply, I saw Amanda quickly take notice of our mom’s distress. “You okay, mommy?” she asked, now pulling away from Lucas and gazing up at our mom in both fear and curiosity. Clearly worried and maybe even a little exhausted, our mom smiled down sweetly at her. “I’m fine, sweetie. Just had to go get your brother. Speaking of which…” my mom then almost snapped to now face me head on. “I’m pretty sure that sergeant outside and even the new anchor said to go shower once we were inside. So, you better hurry it up and go shower immediately, Peter Crichton… or else.” ‘Oops. I’m in trouble now…’ Not my full name quite yet, but full first and last name wasn’t a good sign either couple with the tiny threat of ‘or else’ as well. I was in her crosshairs now, so not wanting to add to her stress further today, I merely saluted and ran off to go shower as ordered. The hot water and intense scrubbing felt nice, but my mind still swirled around what the orange mist even was. Regardless, utilizing the clothes I kept here in my ‘just in case’ bag, I was quickly redressed and joined my now huddled family on the couch. With my dad now in the master bathroom showering, leaving Lucas in his usual spot and my freshly showered mom as well sitting on the couch with Amanda napping beside her. Soldiers still occasionally walked the streets outside clad in their biohazard suits and masks, despite the orange mist having largely dissipated by now. If anything, though, helicopters only seemed to have increased their presence. Sighing at the whole scene and the unfolding news of panic all around the country, I sat back in the other single chair in the room and looked over at my family. With Lucas’ pensive stare and my mom’s worried one, looking down, I couldn’t help but slightly envy my little sister. Despite her reliance on my parents and her lack of freedoms, I did wish I could enjoy just a small part of the same obliviousness that she obviously had. Without a doubt, the country had been attacked and streets that should have been filled with Sunday afternoon traffic, were now only littered with military force. For her though, sleep mattered more. Amanda, my dad, and I could sleep through anything, but I doubt I could simply fall asleep so soundly through all of what was going on like she was now. News footage was as grim as ever with residents of cities across the country panicking and getting blasted by the orange mists. A lot of them seemed kind of young, but I simply passed it off as unruly teenagers or people with curiosity like me ignoring the orders to stay indoors. ‘I really hope I don’t live to regret that decision…’ Suddenly, anchorman stopped the anchorwoman as he put his finger to his earpiece once more. “Yes… yes…” He removed his hand and first faced his co-anchor right as my dad walked back into the room, his hair still damp from his own shower. “Sorry, Sally… but I’ve just been informed that the president will now address the nation. We go to his office live now.” The TV switched to shot of the president of the country, sitting behind his desk in his office. The just graying figure looked at the camera with a grim but determined face. “My fellow countrymen… it is unknown what the long-term effects of this mist could be but rest assured that your government will offer the needed support and guidance in the coming days to overcome this historic but tragic day.” Practiced as ever, President Walker showed just enough emotion to show his humanity while coupled with just enough strength though to show that he wouldn’t take this attack lightly. “These are unprecedented times, and I have decided to declare Martial Law. So, for those not already, it is the policy of this nation now for all residents to remain in their homes for the remainder of the night. For those still in offices, stores, or other places than their homes, we encourage you to stay where you are. Military efforts are being utilized to move you safely to your destinations until the air has been deemed safe by CDC officials. I’m not sure what today will come to mean, but I as your president will be staying with you all throughout this ordeal. Thank you and I wish you all a sincere good night and good luck.” Sighing, and not knowing what the future would hold, I stood up and then walked over to the bay window. Peering out and viewing my watch, I saw that I would usually be going home in the next hour or so. Seeing the shrouded city bustling with helicopters still, however, I knew ‘usually’ wasn’t going to be a very common word for a while in any of our lives. Further, hearing the president declare Martial Law, I also knew I would be staying at my parents at least for tonight whether I wanted to or not. I hoped it wouldn’t be too long, but another soldier marching down the sidewalk made me think twice about that hope. “Hey mom?” Sighing, she looked back over at me. Not sure what else to do but hoping to end the day on at least one good note, I knew what I had to ask. “What kind of bird does the orchestra?” Smiling, she nodded right as Amanda stirred awake… almost like she was just as curious to hear the answer herself. “Well… it’s a conDUCKtor.” Normally, we might have all groaned, but tonight, each of us let out a tiny chuckle. For such a bleak afternoon, it was a tiny ray of light. Not sure what was next in all this mess, I knew those moments would become even more precious. I’m not sure why, but something told me that the orange mist released today, wouldn’t soon be gone out of our lives.

Sinopse: Em um mundo de híbridos peludos, Jane, que é uma híbrida de corça, se torna uma estudante de intercâmbio em um país estrangeiro e começa um estágio em um jardim botânico. Infelizmente, porém, sua chefe, uma híbrida de leoa chamada Catharina, aparentemente tinha muito contra sua mais nova funcionária, tratando-a mal e sempre a perseguindo. No entanto, aos poucos, Jane percebe que essa perseguição e parte desse tratamento resultaram em um rumo possessivo e maternal. E para piorar a situação, a descoberta de seus segredos a coloca em um caminho praticamente sem volta. Capítulo 1: Prólogo Bom, eu nunca quis ser assim. Mas nós não escolhemos nossos desejos interiores, certo? De qualquer forma, começou na infância, mais especificamente com... É um pouco constrangedor, mas o que não é constrangedor para nós, quando falamos sobre esse assunto? Eu gostava de palmadas. Testemunhar, na verdade. Uma parte de mim queria receber algumas, mas só de pensar nos meus pais fazendo isso comigo, eu automaticamente descartei. Não por causa da dor, mas por pura aversão a ser tecnicamente quem faz isso. No fundo, eu queria outra figura, uma maternal ou paterna. E eu nunca gostei da dor de outras pessoas ou fiquei feliz com isso, mas... No fundo, algo dentro de mim estava, hum... Animado? Não sexualmente falando. Não sei quando essa parte sexual de uma pessoa é ativada, mas nunca foi sexual, embora eu sentisse um certo formigamento perto da minha virilha, mas nunca tive vontade de me tocar ou algo assim. Com o tempo, comecei a gostar de histórias ou vídeos de palmadas simulando uma surra parental, fraternal ou de um professor, qualquer figura na hierarquia familiar ou posição que não envolva um parceiro romântico. Depois, descobri o termo spanker, que era o que eu sou: alguém com um desejo ou fetiche relacionado a surras. Alguns gostavam de assistir, outros gostavam de ser o disciplinador, havia aqueles que gostavam de apanhar também e outros que não lembro. Até que me deparei com um tópico sobre o porquê desse desejo poder ser ativado: o toque íntimo do disciplinador e do punido, além da atenção e de um certo "cuidado" por querer colocar aquela pessoa no suposto "caminho certo". Quando li "toque íntimo", eu já tinha me deparado com ABDL, mas não tinha me aprofundado muito nesse tópico nem tinha me concentrado muito nele. Mas o que o toque tem a ver com isso? Bem, eu sempre preferi ver e ler sobre palmadas no bumbum nu, como a mão do disciplinador despia o punido para envergonhá-lo e então tocava seu bumbum depois de começar a palmada. Certo, e o ABDL está relacionado a isso? O toque íntimo, a "posse" do corpo da pessoa e a remoção do seu pudor, não lhe lembra a troca de uma fralda? E então me aprofundei ainda mais no ABDL. Também me deparei com os termos Ageplay e Agere, consegui ver a diferença entre os dois e descartei Ageplay, adotando Agere. Deixar para trás as responsabilidades de adulta, retornar aos hábitos de infância e ser cuidada era um desejo que eu não tinha percebido que tinha até aquele momento. Fiquei surpreso por não ter percebido isso antes. Pois enquanto alguns amavam aniversários, outros não gostavam porque ficavam mais velhos e alguns até diziam que era "um ano a menos de vida". Pensei: "Mais um ano em que as pessoas vão parar de se importar e cuidar de mim." Afinal, durante a infância e a adolescência, você não é livre, você é dependente de alguém e as pessoas se importam com você. Mas e depois disso? Você tem que se defender sozinho nessa vida adulta assustadora. Outras coisas vieram de... Bem, gostar de constrangimento, claro, não com uma pessoa real, como ENF... E omorashi devido a ABDL. Scat era algo que eu não gostava, só relacionado a fraldas. Meu dicionário de desejos - digo desejos porque não os considero fetiches, embora eu me excite, mas nunca a ponto de querer fazer sexo ou me masturbar - cresceu. Mas nunca tentei procurar uma "mamãe" ou um "papai". Eu tentei usar fraldas. Minha menstruação sempre foi intensa, o que me fazia às vezes usar fraldas sem elas amarradas na cintura, mas em uma espécie de absorvente. Pensando que estavam completamente seguros, uma vez sentei na minha cama, tirei a calcinha e fiz xixi na fralda. Para meu espanto, vazou, mas felizmente - não sei como - não manchou minha cama, ou pelo menos minha mãe não mencionou. Minha mãe era outra história. Sempre fui desleixada, procrastinadora e preguiçosa. Muitas vezes eu tinha que ser lembrada de fazer coisas básicas como escovar os dentes ou tomar banho, e às vezes eu era forçada a fazê-las porque eu não queria. E quando se tratava de tarefas domésticas, ela nunca insistiu que eu a ajudasse, mas ela sempre me criticava sobre o estado do meu quarto e das roupas. Obviamente, o fato de ela não exigir mais de mim contribuiu para essas características das quais não me orgulho. E, obviamente, por isso, ela sempre acreditou que eu nunca alcançaria a independência, e ela era frequentemente superprotetora. Fiquei muito surpreso quando, depois de estudar muito e conseguir estudar biologia e botânica ao mesmo tempo, consegui uma bolsa para estudar na Holanda. No país onde eu morava, não era incomum que um adulto continuasse morando com os pais; eles geralmente só vão embora depois do casamento. E eu ainda morava com minha mãe - meus pais eram divorciados e eu não tinha um bom relacionamento com ele - então ela estava extremamente em negação sobre eu ir para outro país. Segundo ela, eu não sabia cuidar de mim e muito mais, mas eu era adulta e tinha a palavra final. Então, relutantemente, ela aceitou e tivemos uma despedida agridoce: uma boa oportunidade, mas eu estava deixando minha velha senhora com minha irmã mais velha. Mas é a vida, certo? Depois daquele incidente com as fraldas, só tive mais dois encontros com elas. Um encontro mais seguro: fraldas geriátricas, que roubei duas vezes da minha mãe, que tinha problemas de bexiga, mas, felizmente, ela conseguiu melhorar. Eu me senti culpada por usá-los, pois eram caros e ela os tinha ganhado da minha tia, mas minha mãe tinha muitos, então minha empolgação voltou rapidamente. Decidi ir ao banheiro, o trauma do vazamento me assombrava... Se eu fizesse bagunça no banheiro, seria mais fácil de limpar. Tentei ficar em pé, agachar e nada. Mesmo com a bexiga cheia, nada saiu. Então sentei no vaso sanitário e finalmente saiu. Não esvaziei tudo, com medo de transbordar, mas foi bom finalmente sentir o calor do recheio. Mas eu ainda estava frustrada por não conseguir usar a fralda sem ter que ir ao banheiro. A segunda vez, quando os problemas de bexiga da minha mãe retornaram, já fazia um tempo. E eu tinha começado um hábito nada saudável de encher minha bexiga com água e ler histórias ABDL com a bexiga cheia. Isso gradualmente me levou a não ter mais minha bexiga de aço e a conseguir segurá-la muito bem quando eu estava prestes a fazer xixi. Assim, tive alguns vazamentos na minha cueca, não a ponto de sujar minhas calças, mas a ponto de me deixar um pouco assustada. E com isso, mesmo em pé, ficou mais fácil ir ao banheiro, mas o medo persistente da primeira vez me fez sentar no vaso novamente e evacuar. Isso, claro, foi no meu país de origem. Quando cheguei na Holanda - ou Países Baixos, como é chamado agora - e tive que enfrentar a difícil adaptação, consegui uma pequena cabana - com a ajuda da bolsa - em uma vila perto do jardim botânico onde eu estava estudando e trabalhando. Então pesquisei em fóruns as melhores fraldas e pull-ups para pessoas como eu, e dicas sobre como trocá-las, e usei ambas com moderação. O estágio foi bom, a barreira da língua foi um obstáculo que consegui superar bem, visto que sou extremamente introvertida, tímida e antissocial, ou seja: se eu não falo e interajo com muitas pessoas, não tenho problemas. Às vezes também gosto de brincar comigo mesmo, dizendo que eu era como um bebê tentando aprender a falar minha língua pela primeira vez. Mas nem tudo eram flores, ironicamente para um botânico. Minha chefe, neta do atual administrador do jardim botânico, foi extremamente desagradável comigo. Sempre me supervisionando, me criticando, fazendo piadas incômodas e exigindo muito mais do que meu estágio exigia. Eu estava agora no herbário, analisando uma Belladonna, quando senti uma presença. Suspirei, pensando que era Wilhelmina, mas na verdade era Benjamin, outro estrangeiro que também ganhou uma bolsa de estudos como eu. Virei-me e sorri para ele, ainda tímida, mesmo sendo amigas. Quer dizer... Colegas, já que amigos é uma palavra forte, mas ele sempre tentou superar essa barreira e construir uma amizade comigo. Eu não tinha objeções, mas minha ansiedade social e transtorno bipolar diagnosticado me impediram. Meu humor era volátil e eu era péssimo em interagir com outras pessoas. "Ei Jane, que tal um filme depois do estágio?" Ele perguntou, se aproximando. "Bem... Eu... Hum... Talvez, e..." "Ela não pode." A frase foi dita, e nos voltamos para quem a disse. Catarina Ela se aproximou de nós com sua aura dominante, deixando Ben, o híbrido de urso marrom, desconfortável, tendo que dar passos para trás e ajustar sua postura. Eu apenas desviei o olhar... "Ela estará ocupada. Dei a ela um trabalho para pesquisar e isso levará muito tempo", ela disse. Mas era mentira! Ela não me deu nada. Benjamin assentiu e, com uma despedida cordial, saiu. As palavras saíram da minha boca antes que eu pudesse pensar duas vezes. "Você não me deu trabalho nenhum." Ela se aproximou lentamente, como uma leoa prestes a atacar sua presa. E era extremamente irônico, considerando que ela realmente é uma híbrida de leoa, com suas orelhas e cauda longas. Ela me cercou e minhas orelhas de corça abaixaram em um ato inconsciente de medo. Ela tinha cabelos loiros quase vermelhos, olhos verdes avelã e era alta... Talvez uns 1,70 m? Um rosto retangular, sobrancelhas bem definidas e uma estrutura corporal um pouco gordinha - adjetivo que não vejo como pejorativo - como a Monica Geller de "Friends" quando era adolescente, só que mais magra. E coincidentemente, ela parecia um pouco com a atriz que interpretava essa personagem, e uma mistura de outra atriz que era Sarah Paulson. Ela parou na minha frente e disse casualmente: "Eu sei o que faço. Ele tiraria vantagem de você, como todos os homens." Fiquei confuso. Desde quando ela se importa comigo? E o mais importante: o que ela tem a ver com isso? "Mas eu posso cuidar de mim mesma... E... E..." Eu queria dizer que essa era minha decisão, mas não conseguia falar. Me assustando um pouco, ela me levantou pela cintura e me colocou em cima da mesa. Por um momento, pensei que ela fosse me beijar, afinal, já vi cenas assim em filmes românticos. Mas ela não o fez. "Não. Você não sabe. Você é como uma criança, totalmente desleixada e desajeitada." Se ela não tivesse me comparado a uma criança, o que fez meu lado Agere gritar internamente, eu teria ficado extremamente ofendido, mesmo sabendo que tecnicamente ela tinha razão. "Eu sei o que estou fazendo. Eu sou seu chefe e digo não. Você não irá." "Sua posição na hierarquia não se estende além do estágio." Eu disse, reunindo coragem. E ela riu levemente. "Mas eu posso fazer da sua vida um inferno aqui dentro, está me ouvindo? Se você sair com ele ou com outros, eu vou saber." E então ela foi embora, me fazendo finalmente respirar melhor sem sentir aquela tensão. O pior é que ela estava certa... Ela saberia. Infelizmente, ela morava na mesma vila que eu, em uma cabana muito melhor que a minha, com um terceiro andar que ela usa para observar as estrelas tarde da noite. E se eu chegasse atrasado, ela saberia o que eu fiz, porque o caminho para minha casa passava pela casa dela. Deixei escapar um pouco de xixi da minha calcinha, que escondi bem bem. Ela parecia uma mãe repreendendo e estabelecendo regras para seu filho pequeno. Uma mãe. Ah, merda... Controle-se, Jane!

Hey, I'm new tio the website, but I'd try to RP with people here, I'm looking for a partne to take care of in the RP, since I won't regress at all. I'm looking for a SFW Roleplay, and stuff like diapers, babying and a bit of embarrassment are all welcome. I tend to prefer playing a male or gender neutral caregiver, but I can be female, If inrterested just reach me and we can discuss plots we may both like.

Over the past 20 years I have been in this community and have learned a lot and I wanted to create a totally free resource that could contain all of my editorials, informative articles, advice, ABDL games, captions, my DIY ABDL furniture designs and also contain links to various ABDL sites. I now have that with my website https://babyleprechauncreations.com/ I also have a private ABDL discord channel that I welcome all to join... many on there are local friends or people I have met at capcon over the years but I thought it would be nice to share it with the broader community. There are currently over 60 members but I hope to make it a safe place for learning about all things ABDL, it continues to be a great way to meet ABDLs in person, and its also fun to just hang out playing video games together or just venting about your day... that link is here: https://discord.gg/WdhTRmUuXC Hope to see you and chat. - Baby Jp