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Well, here goes. I've been a lurker on this site for quite some time, and whilst I've enjoyed reading a great many of the stories people have posted here, I've struggled to pick up a metaphorical pen and write something myself. Whilst I never struggle for ideas, motivating myself to sit down and actually flesh them out into actual stories has always been a problem for me. Now though, I've got something written and edited to where I'm comfortable sharing it. This isn't the first bit of ABDL fiction I've ever written, but it is the first I've published here. So, without letting this awkward ramble go on any longer, here's chapter 1 of Breaking Ground. A fanfic set in the same world as @Little Sherri's Shifting Sands. Written with very kind permission from the author. Any and all feedback, criticism, advice and even suggestions would be greatly welcomed. Breaking Ground Chapter 1 - Stranger in a Strange Land “George? Earth to George, we’re here buddy.” The boy in question pulled his face up from where it had been buried in the backlit screen of his Nintendo 3DS. He’d been too busy losing himself in the game to hear the voice of his godmother. Or even realise that the car had stopped moving. Hastily, he slid the plastic stylus he’d been using to dictate battle commands back into the slot on the back of the console and closed the screen, the colourful, pixelated Pokémon adventure cutting to instant black. “Sorry.” He spoke quietly as he sheepishly slid the metallic blue rectangle into the pocket of his jeans and met her expectant gaze in the driver's mirror. Blue eyes looked at him as he fumbled to undo the seatbelt and shuffle over towards the door of the absurdly large SUV to pull on the handle and let himself out, only to find it wouldn’t budge. It took him another try to realise that just shoving wasn’t going to accomplish anything as he looked around for what was keeping him locked in, as his godmother let herself out without issue and moved over to the back passenger side of the car. With a click, the mystery was answered, as the little lock thingy on the door popped up, and George felt a little embarrassed that he’d not realised the child lock was engaged. Did she really need to use that? He wasn’t some toddler. There was a soft clunk as the door pulled open and George was free to leave, swinging his legs around and half jumping out of the car onto the pavement next to the spot they’d parked in. Or sidewalk, as everyone else here would call it. “Let's go.” His guardian smiled reassuringly at him in the way adults do when they’re trying to get you to think something won’t be a big deal, but never really make you feel any better. She’d slipped a pair of sunglasses on, and George was starting to wish he’d said yes when she’d offered to bring him a pair when they’d left the house. Alice – it was always Alice, she insisted he not call her Mrs Warding – had dressed for the hot summer weather in a pair of bright blue jeans and a light grey tank top. George was dressed in jeans as well, along with a plain green shirt that fitted snugly enough under the jeans that he didn’t need to bother with a belt. Both items of clothing were brand new. He’d ripped the tags off them himself just this morning. He’d been rather surprised to discover them, and an entire wardrobe’s worth of new clothes waiting for him when he’d arrived at Alice’s home two days ago. Between the new clothes, the fancy car, the massive house and idyllic suburb it resided in, one thing had become clear to George in his short time spent in her care – his godmother was absolutely loaded. It wasn’t a total surprise to discover that. He’d never had much of an interest or knowledge of his mother's circle of friends, least of all one whom he’d never really met before and who lived on the other side of the world. But he’d picked up enough to know that she was some successful businessperson of some sort. Now, it was his mother who was now on the other side of the world and felt so distant from him, even after just a few days. He raised up a hand to shield the worst of the sun's gaze as he followed along besides Alice. He stuck close beside her, in a manner perhaps not quite befitting an eleven-year-old boy as they passed by a few buildings towards their destination. George knew that he should probably be more excited to be here, but recent events had dampened his attitude somewhat. When his mum had first floated the idea of him spending the summer holidays in America with his godmother, he had jumped at the idea. Sure, he didn’t really know Alice, but she was someone that his mother trusted. And any further concerns were overshadowed by the amazing prospect of escaping to a whole other country for seven weeks. For George, the chance to swap another dull and dreary summer in Northern England, for somewhere as cool as the States was a no-brainer. Any of his peers or friends would have jumped at the chance to go. What George hadn’t counted on was that Washington State was a ten-hour flight from London, which had meant an additional domestic flight to deal with to get down south. Multiple flights, stopovers, and half the day spent listening to the drone of engines had combined with acute jetlag to make George very tired and somewhat grouchy by the time it was all over. Alice had taken it in stride, but George could tell at the time that even she was strained by the days travel, and he’d been glad to simply be driven to his new home for the summer and stumble into bed, not even bothering to change clothes before falling asleep in the middle of the Cascadian day. What he’d woken up to in the middle of the night, and the night again after that, was the reason they were out shopping now. “Um, Alice.... Alice.” He repeated himself to grab her attention as they got towards the automatic doors to the convenience store. “Everything ok George?” “I just, uh. Well, do we have to?” He asked, smiling and pleading for his sentence to be reconsidered. “I’m really sorry. I swear it's never happened before, like ever. It was probably just all the jetlag, and all the coke I had with dinner, right? I don’t really need to bother with all of this...” He trailed off and started blushing, afraid of speaking any louder with strangers around or getting into specifics. Alice smiled and leaned down slightly to give his shoulder a squeeze. “Hey, it's not a big deal buddy, I promise. And you definitely don’t need to be sorry about it. These things happen, alright?” “But- “Buts are for ashtrays, as my grandmother used to say. You’re not in trouble for anything George, is that what’s bothering you?” She asked, concern in her voice. George knew this wasn’t him being in trouble and getting punished for it. But that wasn’t the point. He didn’t need this. They didn’t need to be here. “No...” He mumbled. He wished he could go back to the Pokémon gym battle that had taken his mind off things for the drive over here. “I know you think this is embarrassing. That’s ok. But you really don’t need to be. You’re far from the only boy in the world dealing with it. Now come on, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish, and we can go get a burger for lunch afterwards. Sound good?” She tried to tempt him. George managed a small smile at the offer. That did sound good. They practically never ate out at home. Mostly because his mom always fussed over his diet being high enough in fat and sodium already. Alice didn’t give him the chance to hesitate further, as she walked through into the store, and George followed, quickly stepping out of the way of a large man pushing a full shopping cart coming the other way. Having narrowly avoided getting his toes crushed, he realised that this probably wasn’t the best place to try and restart an argument about the necessity of this trip. His well-worn white and grey trainers squeaked slightly on the dull red-and-black-chequered tiling on the floor as he caught up to Alice, who had already acquired a red plastic basket from a nearby stack and slung it over her arm. He didn’t say anything further as he walked beside her down the main artery of the store. It was a local convenience place, not one of the big American chains. Or at least not one George had ever heard of. Still, it was a store, and since this trip was meant to be for him, he didn’t pull his game out of his pocket but instead settled for letting his eyes wander over the rows of shelves and occasionally the people who roamed them. Window shopping was perhaps one of the dullest forms of entertainment a boy like Geroge could imagine, but his circumstances at least made this occasion interesting. The many unfamiliar brands and names, stuff he’d only ever heard of like Twinkies, or stuff they never really got a lot of back home, like pop tarts. And stuff he was plenty familiar with, especially as they passed the crisp aisle and a half dozen familiar brands could be seen. At one point they passed what seemed to be an entire row dedicated to peanut butter, and George couldn’t help but wonder who could possibly need so many flavours and versions of the stuff. The food section came to an end as they entered an aisle offering fishing gear, tools, batteries, and other such supplies. It reminded him of the one rather miserable camping experience he’d had in his life – A rain and mud filled weekend spent in a freezing forest with a few other unfortunate members of the local Boy's Brigade chapter. It had been advertised as an adventure, but George mostly remembered the unending rain that soaked them to the skin and the portable stove that never seemed to stay on. Now he was with Alice, he wondered if a camping trip was something she might have planned for them. He knew there were a lot of woods and wilderness around this part of the country. It took so long to get to where they were going that it felt like it was almost deliberate. Rapidly running out of store, he felt almost like a prisoner being led to the gallows as they moved down the main aisle, with Alice as his cheery jailer. It seemed it was now or never to ask for a stay of execution. “I don’t need this.” He said quietly, a slight bitterness to his tone. Alice didn’t seem to hear. “Alice, we don’t need to -” “George, we’re right here, come on.” She reached out her hand that wasn’t cradling the basket and took his unexpectedly, her warm palm pressing into his as she pulled him down a side aisle. He felt her give him a gentle squeeze of reassurance that only served to make him feel even smaller, as he looked up and saw the wooden sign attached to the top of the shelving unit. Medicine & Hygiene Such an innocuous term still left blushes of crimson forming in his cheeks as he consciously took a breath and looked around him. He could see stacks of shampoo and bars of soap, toothpaste and toothbrushes in plastic wrappers. Various packs of pills and painkillers. Something called Tylenol, which it took him a second to remember was what they called Paracetamol over here. Cotton swabs, a few bottles of face lotion. It seemed they had a bit of everything here, and George felt his sense of dread grow as he waited to catch sight of what they had come for, and what he deduced had to be here somewhere. “Oh, here we go!” Alice sounded far too chipper for George's liking, and he looked over to see what she was looking at. Portraits of smiling toddlers and younger kids looked back at him through shiny plastic or cardboard packaging,flanked by white numbers and colourful images and patterns. “Let's see here then, what do they have?” Alice browsed for a few seconds as George developed a sudden fascination with the ingredients list on a bottle of shampoo. “They might be a bit snug, but I think these will probably fit you.” George blinked slowly, and felt his heart start to sink as he saw the pink plastic package Alice was holding out to present to him. His eyes shifted from looking at the packaging to Alice, then back again as he tried to figure out if she was joking. “These are for girls!” He blurted out. Alice tried to hand the package of Girls’ Goodnights to him, but he adamantly refused to take hold of it, letting go of her hand. He felt the heat of anger building within him. This wasn’t fair, it was total crap! He didn’t need any of this! He wasn’t a bedwetter, never had been, his entire life! It was just jet lag, or being somewhere new, or his parents' troubles, or some other bullshit. I. Don’t. Need. It. He took a shaky breath. This wasn’t fair. This was meant to be an amazing summer. A seven-week long holiday of trying cool new stuff in a cool new place. Meeting the godmother that he’d never met before, maybe make some new friends and explore a whole new world that all seemed so interesting. Instead, he’d screwed it all up on the very first night. He still felt humiliated by that episode, and thinking more intently about it was poking at a very raw psychological wound. “Sorry buddy, they don’t have a lot here that would fit you.” Alice told him. “It won’t make a difference whether it's for boys or girls, the protection is all the same.” Protection. George winced as she spoke the word. He didn’t need protection! He didn’t wet the bed! He didn’t! “I’m not wearing that.” He declared, his attempt to sound assertive betrayed by the slight shake in his voice. Alice blinked slowly and George could detect a barely audible sigh from his godmother as she leaned down to get at eye level with him. “George, look at me.” Her voice was soft, but compelling in its demands. He met her look. “I’m on your side here George. I’m trying to help solve a problem with a solution. If you had a headache, and I asked you to take a painkiller for it, would you be so reluctant to take it? Would you rather be going around with something you can fix because you’re scared to take a pill?” “I’m not scared.” He huffed. “Then what’s the issue, big guy?” He looked down at the package she was holding and hoped he wouldn’t be made to spell out the obvious. Alice continued to look at him like she was waiting on him, and with a renewed feeling of dread George realised he was going to have to say it. “They’re nappies! Girls' nappies! I'm not a baby!” He tried to sum it up in as few words as possible. Like every syllable made it more real. “George, I never said you were a baby. And acting like one in the supermarket isn’t helping anyone now, is it?” She spoke like she was talking to someone half his age. “Listen to me George. I’m trying to help you here, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me. I made a promise to your mother that I would look after you this summer, and make sure you had an amazing holiday. Now I can’t keep that promise without your help, understand?” The defiance seemed to deflate out of George as he listened to his godmother, replaced with a pang of guilt at the mention of his mother. He wasn’t privy to everything going on at home, but he wasn’t stupid either. He knew things were worse than usual right now, and part of him was suspicious that it might have something to do with why she’d so readily accepted the idea of him spending the summer in Washington. He felt obliged to nod slightly at Alice's question before she continued. “You’re meant to be having fun this summer George. And how much fun can you be having if you’re waking up to wet sheets every morning, hm? If I’m changing those sheets every morning, that’s less time for me to take you places and more time spent doing work we could avoid, isn’t it?” He felt another pang of guilt. Alice might have said she didn’t blame him for the extra laundry, but it didn’t change the fact that it was extra laundry. She was doing a lot for him, he supposed. There was no way he’d even be here if Alice wasn’t the one paying for everything. “But these are girls ones...” He protested the secondary point weakly, as he looked over at the mostly bare shelf Alice had picked the Goodnites up from. It was slim pickings. Apart from four other packs of Goodnites – all girls ones – there were a dozen or so packs of proper baby nappies in various sizes, and a solitary pack of pull-ups training pants. The cartoon smile of Dora the Explorer seemed to mock him from the soft plastic packaging. “Well, this is all they have.” Alice stated the obvious, as George moved over and began to look through the rest of the packages more closely. Spending any time at all rooting through the nappy aisle was beyond humiliating, and he couldn’t help making repeated paranoid glances down either end of the shelves in case someone was coming their way. His hopes reduced to the idea of finding some form of protection that wouldn’t completely make him die of embarrassment. Just one stupid pack of boys Goodnites. Just one. That he might at least be able to tolerate, and it would satisfy Alice’s requirements. There was nothing of the sort. The absolute best he could find was a pack of Easy-Ups training pants themed after Thomas the Tank Engine. The anthropomorphic train wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d see again after he turned five. Least of all like this. At least it wasn’t Dora. Alice must have seen him looking at the package, because she reached forward and picked that one up as well. A look crossed her face as she seemed to look over the alternative with a critical eye that quickly glanced back at George before returning to the examination. “Hm. I suppose they might work as well. They’ll probably be a bit on the snug side, but if you really don’t want to wear the Goodnites, I suppose we can give them a go.” Now George found himself looking between the Easy-Ups and the Goodnites. His godmother’s concession didn’t feel like one. It left him picking between two humiliating options and he couldn’t decide which one was worse right now. Girly Butterflies or babyish trains. He’d have to pick his poison that night it seemed. Without another word, she picked both packages up and dropped them into the basket, mercifully out of open view. They were still stuck in that part of the store however, and George found himself going right back to glancing around for other shoppers as Alice took her sweet time leisurely looking over one of the shampoo bottles. “Is that all?” George didn’t want to sound rude, but his anxiety was still waxing, his fingernails digging into his palm as he tried to prod his guardian. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than they needed to. “I was hoping we could pick up some snacks while we’re here. I saw you staring earlier, you know.” She smiled at him then motioned for him to take her hand again, which he did reluctantly. Did she think he was going to get lost here or something? As they passed back the way that had come, George caught sight of one of those cardboard signs that hung down from a shelf. It had been right on the dividing line between the nappies section and the other toiletries. The distinctive green banner of the Pampers branding looked back at him, framing a picture of a pair of the training pants hanging around the ankles of a set of disembodied lower legs that hovered slightly off the ground, clearly meant to imply the owner of the legs was sitting on the toilet that was framed behind them. Going from left to right, the picture of the training pants changed halfway through to become a pair of plain blue Y fronts with thick white rims around the waist and leg hole. The slogan, split on either side of the picture, read: “They think it's underwear. You know it's Pampers.” Ironically, the branding on the training pants in the advertisement were for something called “PJ Masks.” Which to George seemed to be a little kids superhero show, but still looked leagues less babyish than the Thomas themed ones he was now stuck with. They think it's underwear. You know it's Pampers. George felt his face burning as he read the line, and quickly forced himself to look elsewhere. It didn’t mean anything; it was just a dumb line from an advert.

This is a short commission we got for a mechanical nursery story in the world of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, which is an amazing anime and you should totally watch it! Only 12 episodes, and it's getting a season 2 very soon. Anyway! Enjoy the story. It's only four chapters, but the completed PDF and ePub are already available on our Patreon. Please consider supporting us! ~~~~~~~~~~~ Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Babies by: Sophie & Pudding *Commissioned by: Anonymous Chapter One: "What is it?" Saikawa asked. Kanna looked up at the machine with wide, curious eyes. "I dunno." Yesterday, Kobayashi brought it home. It was something from work, something she was supposed to fix. It had a programming error and Kobayashi's job was to resolve programming errors. But Tohru was determined to figure it out herself. She ran out to the store to buy a programming book, so she could help Kobayashi with her job. That left Kanna - the youngest dragon - and Saikawa - her friend from school - alone with the machine. "Lady Tohru said not to touch it," Kanna told her friend, and went up to the machine to investigate all the same. "Lady Tohru," Saikawa reflected, walking up to the room-sized device, "isn't here, and Miss Kobayashi would let us so its okay?” The brunette girl reached over and leaned on a large lever with a big black ball on the end, which creaked down from one position to another. She held her breath, wide-eyed, but nothing happened. "See? It's fiiine!" Kanna looked onward at the large machine. "I guess it's broken after all," Kanna said to her friend, and went to pull a lever of her own. Nothing happened. So she started pushing buttons on the keypad. Each button made a small tone and Kanna started to play a song. "Beep, beep, beep," Kanna mimicked, laughing at the sound of her music. "Saikawa, maybe it's an instrument." "Oh! I could play it and you could go inside and sing, like one of those karaoke booths are the mall!" Saikawa chirped happily, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Maybe it prints photos too!" And a photo of Kanna for her bedroom mirror? Saikawa could just about have one of her patented freak outs over that! "Oh, okay." Kanna looked around the machine with confusion, then she had a moment of enlightenment. There was a large square doorway at the end of a conveyer belt - that must be where the karaoke part was. She struggled to climb up onto the belt, flashing her panties to Saikawa in the process. And cue the freak out! By the time Saikawa recovered from the head-spin and settled back down to earth, Kanna was well and truly inside the machine. "Okay uh..." No pressure, Saikawa, you can do this! Beep. Bloop. Bap. Oh, it started to make a noise. Kanna sat alone in the dark room, waiting for the screen to turn on. Where was the microphone? She couldn't sing without a microphone. Then the machine around her began to whirl and wheeze. The doors on the ends snapped shut and a bright light filled the small room. Blinded by the sudden brightness, robotic arms extended down and grabbed Kanna's dress. "Hey!" "I know, I know, Kanna, I'm trying to make it work!" Because of course, Saikawa thought that exclamation was was a grab for her attention. She didn't even consider that her crush might be in trouble. The machine pulled at Kanna's dress until it wrestled it off over her head. She reached for it in frustration, but it was all too quick. "That's mine! Give it back!" The arms disappeared into the walls and another arm came out holding a new shirt, perfectly sized to Kanna's little body. "What's yours? Oh, is it asking for money?" Saikawa leaned on a lever while she fished around in her pockets for some yen, and pursed her lips. "I have about a hundred yen, Kanna! Do you need it?" Kanna struggled with the mechanical arms, but despite her dragon-strength, she couldn't overpower or outsmart the movements of the arms. Soon, she was dressed in a pale pink shirt with white trim, with a picture of a pacifier on the front. Then the machine produced a new item from the wall, something Kanna hadn't seen in a very long time. A diaper. Though it looked no different from a baby design, it was larger, large enough to fit Kanna's small body, and much, much thicker. "Um, hold on, I'm coming in!" Saikawa offered helpfully, tripping against the control panel and landing her hand on a cluster of buttons on the way through. "I wanna be in the karaoke photo Kanna, don't hog it all!" The mechanical arms pulled Kanna's ankles high into the air. Kanna - resigned to this whole fate - crossed her arms in annoyance as the diaper was placed under her bottom. A little red laser cut the sides of her panties off and pulled them away, before a huge cloud of baby powder filled the area. "I'm a powerful dragon," Kanna muttered to herself, "and this dumb box is treating me like a little baby." When Saikawa got to the door, she was no help at all, not with the way she started screaming and freaking out. Kanna was so fricking cute! The diaper was unexpected… but Kanna was a tiny gothic lolita girl and it worked just fine for her. Kanna was lying on her back, looking up at her friend with irritation all over her face, dressed in nothing but the diaper and t-shirt. "This is stupid," she muttered, before the conveyer belt moved again. Saikawa was forced into the brightly lit room and a door shut behind her. Then, as the belt wheeled Kanna out the other end, another door locked Saikawa alone inside. "Hey! Where'd you go?!" Saikawa frumped and stomped her foot, banging on the door with her cheeks puffed out. "Hey you dumb machine give Kanna back, she looked so cute!! You can't take her away!!" Kanna fell off the edge of the convey belt onto a soft cushion. All around her, the living room of Miss Kobayashi's house had been transformed. The table and furniture was nowhere to be seen. The floor was covered in colorful padded tiles, full of toys and blocks and dolls. And more importantly, the entire room was separated by a wall of bars that went from the floor to the ceiling. Somehow, the machine had turned Miss Kobayashi's living room into a playroom. A playroom Kanna couldn't escape. "Ahhh!" A few moments following Kanna being deposited into the newly transformed living room, Saikawa followed suit, having been transformed into a diaper-wearing overgrown babydoll, and she looked none too pleased by it either. "What is this dumb machine?!" Saikawa toddled around on the foam puzzle pieces, pressing her hands to her hips defiantly. "Where's the karaoke?!" Saikawa was wearing nothing but a diaper and her own t-shirt, which was green with a cartoon character on the front that Kanna didn't recognize. "What do we do now, Kanna? We have to escape?" "Why?" Kanna asked, still looking around the room. "What do you mean, why? Because we're trapped here!" "But look." Kanna pointed to the toys, the dolls... "We could play. No one can bother us in here, even Lady Tohru." Saikawa watched Kanna sit on the floor and pick up one of the dolls. The way she looked in her t-shirt, the thick diaper forcing her legs apart. Gosh, was there anyone cuter in the whole world? But Saikawa was a little reluctant to wear her own diaper. She reached for the tapes and tried to pull them off, but the glue had bonded firmly in place. There was no taking the diaper off unless the machine took it off for her. So, in a huff, she sat down next to her adorable friend and started to play alongside her. "I kind of like it," Kanna said, a few minutes later, after tucking the dolls in for bedtime. The clock on the wall showed that Tohru would be home any second now from the store. And that got Kanna thinking... "I'm already quite young. And playing with you, Saikawa? It's very nice." Saikawa’s cheeks went crimson. She hadn't had any real friends before Kanna - everyone always teased her for being a know-it-all, even though she didn't know very much in the first place. But if staying Kanna's best friend meant wearing diapers? Then fine! She'd do it! For Kanna! "Yeah, me too! It's very nice." Another ten minutes passed, and Kanna climbed up from her place on the colorful tiled floor. She walked over to the bars of the playpen and tried to slip through. But of course, she couldn't. Maybe she could turn into a dragon and-- oh, but she'd break the roof of the house no doubt. Finally Kanna sighed and returned to her friend. "I have to use the restroom." Saikawa looked up at Kana with a bright smile and nodded her head. "Well, babies don't use the bathroom. And you want to be a baby, right?" Kanna gave her a blank look. Frustrated? Or confused? Saikawa couldn't tell. "I mean... um. Well, we're wearing diapers. So... so we could keep playing. And forget about using the bathroom." Kanna looked at Saikawa with uncertainty, thinking about the things her friend had just said. About forgetting to use the bathroom. She looked down at the puffy diaper between her legs and poked it with the tip of her finger. After a moment of thought, Kanna nodded and sat back down with the toys. She was a baby now. She'd decided. Saikawa watched Kanna wiggle on the padded tiles. She watched Kanna's feet quiver and watched her hips squirm. But ultimately, like every other little girl, Kanna gave up trying. A small breath escaped her lips. Relief washed over Kanna's face. And Saikawa smiled as she noticed Kanna's diaper growing yellow and heavy between her legs. Kanna sat there in her own humiliation, in her own warm diaper, and bit shyly on her lip. She should have been ashamed. She should have tried harder to resist. But she didn't. Was she really a baby now? She looked down at the toys in front of her. She never had to stop playing now. She didn't need to do big girl things anymore. She could do whatever she wanted. And Tohru would change her diapers. Or the machine would. Yeah, Kanna was okay with this. Kanna could be a baby from now on. Saikawa sat uncomfortably and wiggled in place. Come on, Saikawa, she thought to herself. Just do it. You can be just like Kanna! We can be little babies together! But what if someone at school found out? But if Kanna did it, it had to be cool, right? Kanna was more important to Saikawa than anyone. So she finally found the courage to let go, to force herself to break all her potty training habits, and flood her diaper. And as the warmth washed over her, she didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. She felt relief. This was the start of a wonderful life together with Kanna, she thought. And she had no regrets. ~~~~~ Thank you for reading! Please like and comment!

This story was created as a fanfic of Personalias' story Unfair. The characters of Ivy and Mrs. Zoge belong to Personalias. “No, no. I look terrible in orange. If you were a mommy you would know this.” Steven laughed at Piper’s snub at his fashion coordination as a Daddy. The Amazon man had Adopted the Little eight months ago, and while a lot of his parenting skills had improved in that time, he still couldn’t color coordinate to save his life. "But your grandmother got it for you, don’t you think she has style?” He put the ruffly orange play dress away and dug back through the closet. A year ago they had been neighbors across the hall in a midtown apartment building. Then one day when Piper had been trying to stop a UTI from getting worse by drinking cranberry juice, Steven had yet again needed to vent for a very long time about his less than spectacular love life. In terms of terrible scenarios that got you Adopted, peeing your pants in pain in front of your mild mannered nerd of a neighbor was not the lowest but still felt pretty low. “Your mother,” Piper crossed her arms across her chest. He had left her sitting on the changing table in just a Little-sized training bra and fresh diaper. Her chestnut hair was pulled into a ponytail with a bow. “Stopped being fashionable two decades ago.” The old widow wore mostly lighthouse themed blouses and reasonable khaki capris. “Also, she really hates me.” Piper had been treated to one too many rough diaper changes from her Adoptive grandmother. Always accompanied with under the breath muttering about how she never got to spend one on one time with her little boy anymore. Steven had probably come too close to finding himself being one of the rare Amazons diagnosed with Maturosis. “She doesn’t hate you, she’s just. . . difficult at her age.” He pulled out a shimmery pink dress and held it out for Piper’s approval. She blushed and shook her head no. She hadn’t been a butch in her old, unpadded life. But she hadn’t been a girly girl either. “How about instead of a dress, I wear the lavender short-alls? With the baby blue long sleeve onesie. That’ll be better for playing in, won't it?” Piper brought the knuckle of her thumb up to her mouth to nervously chew. She never imagined that she would find getting ready for play dates as nerve wracking as getting ready for real dates. “I think you’ll look absolutely adorable in that for your Little friend.” Steven returned to the changing table with the chosen outfit and pushed Piper’s thumb out of her mouth. Before she could protest he had inserted her pacifier in instead. She begrudgingly accepted it, suckling at the rubber nipple, and let him feed her arms through the onesie and close the snaps. He then lifted her off the changing table to step into the short-alls and fasten the shoulder straps. Then the socks, finishing with a pacifier clip. Piper waddled over to the mirror in her nursery. After Steven had Adopted her, he had ended his lease and bought a modest house in a great school district, enrolling her into a preschool meant to help her accept her diagnosis. Now she was judging if short-alls with snaps on the crotch and an obvious diaper bulge were appropriate for tonight. It’s cute if you’re a baby. And… well… “Thif will do, Daddy.” She mumbled her acceptance and turned around with her arms extended up. The giant had just settled her down on his hip when they heard a knock on the front door. “They’re here! They’re here!” She gripped at his t-shirt and shook as if urging her steed on. He laughed and walked out of the nursery, down the hall-way and short staircase to the living room. He turned the knob and revealed Mrs. Zoge holding her Little girl on her hip waiting on the other side. “Hi Ivy!” Piper’s pacifier had fallen out of her mouth in her excitement. The Little Yamatoan smiled back. The first day of preschool Piper had sought out older classmates to get the lowdown on Ivy. “She's been the teacher's pet for the past four years ever since her mommy got hired here. Completely mindfucked.” Had been the consensus. But the second day Piper had been lined up right beside Ivy after getting off the bus, getting to hold her hand. Since then Piper was sure to always get that spot beside Ivy. Two months into the school year she had found herself telling Ollie to back off of his bullying of the teacher's pet. “Why? Is she your little girlfriend? Going to hold hands as you piss yourselves get your diapers changed?” Ollie had to have been a prick before his prick had found itself confined to padding. Piper hadn’t answered him. Just pantsed him, exposing his swollen diaper to the playground. Then pushed him over. That had ended with her sitting down with the teacher, Mrs. Beouf. “I just wanted to help you guys check diapers. There’s so many of us.” She had tried to look as sincere and innocent as possible, turning her pacifier in her hands. Her teacher's knowing smile let her know she had not succeeded. “Be that as it may, you need to let us grown ups handle checking diapers. If you think you or one of your classmates is close to leaking or has had a blowout, you need to find either Mrs. Zoge or I.” She didn’t buy it but it sounds like I’m off the hook. “Ok, Mrs. Beouf.” She had nodded her begrudging agreement, looking down at her hands. “And how will you explain his fall?” Glancing back she saw that the Amazon teacher was finishing writing the report. “Umm” Piper bit at her lip as she thought. Her teacher motioned down to the pacifier Piper held in her hands. She popped in her mouth, sucked on it twice then responded. “I fink he’s loothing his balanthe. Might be plateauing to a lil’er age” Her teacher laughed and wrote down the last of the retelling. “I don’t think you’re too off there. You might have been made a good Maturosis preschool teacher if you had been—” she had been saved from the awkward, belittling comment by a knock on the classroom door. The red-headed Little teacher who taught the actual preschool age students had interrupted and ended that ordeal. And now a month later Piper and Ivy had finally gotten Mrs. Zoge to agree to a sleepover at Piper's house. It had taken Ivy making promises to be a good girl in both languages she knew. “It’s not that, my love, you’re always a good girl.” Mrs. Zoge had reassured her Little girl. “It’s just…” Piper could tell the Yamatoan giant was worried about Steven’s status as a single father. “Daddy has gotten really good at getting the tapes on the landing zones.” There had been a handful of embarrassing mornings at preschool where Piper had to be changed into clothes from the lost and found because an askew tape had led to a practically new diaper leaking. Mrs. Zoge had to start checking Piper before breakfast just to make sure a readjustment wasn’t needed. “And at Little Voices all the other Littles think he’s one of the best daddies to have watch us during playtime.” That was true. Steven was a great story teller. Though he had to reign it in after a scary story around Fall Festival had sent two Little girls crying to their Amazon Mommies and Daddies. Mrs. Zoge relented. And now here Ivy was! Ivy was at her house! Ivy was going to sleep in her bed—crib—with her! Piper squirmed in Steven’s grip. “Daddy, can Ivy and I go play while you and Mrs. Zoge talk adult stuff?” “Of course, sweetheart.” The Little girls were placed on their feet. Mrs. Zoge straightened Ivy’s pale green dress. It had some marketable red hair character on the front meant to be marketable to anyone who found themselves regularly sat in front of children’s movies. “Be good for Mr. Doyle.” Ivy nodded agreement to her mommy. “I’ll be here in the morning to pick you up. I love you.” The giant Yamatoan kissed the forehead of the Little Yamatoan. “What about me, Mrs. Zoge?” A smug smile spread across Piper's face. “I love you too, Piper.” Mrs. Zoge placed a kiss on Piper's forehead too. Good to know I still have a way with the parents. Piper grabbed Ivy’s hand and led her into the living room where she had set up puzzles, dolls, coloring books, almost her entire toy chest to impress Ivy. Behind them the designated adults talked shop about Ivy’s overnight diaper bag and numbers to call if there was an emergency. — Two hours of sitting on the floor talking over puzzle pieces later Piper heard Ivy’s stomach growl. Their juice boxes sat drained at either side of the coffee table. “I guess it’s probably time to tell Steven it’s time for dinner.” Piper looked towards the dining room where Steven sat with his laptop. He had said he needed to make a deadline and that he could watch them just fine from the table. “Does your daddy know how to make katsudon?” Her play date asked. Piper bit her lip and fidgeted with the pacifier hanging from her short-alls. “Umm.” I didn’t even know how to make that. “Steven is really good at basic stuff but I don’t think grilled cheeses are going to cut it.” “Oh.” Ivy turned back to the puzzle. It wasn’t particularly hard and they had been intentionally slowly putting it together. Piper shifted awkwardly and felt her diaper squish under her. “You know,” she leaned in towards Ivy, “if things were different, if we weren’t—” Piper didn’t want to say 'in diapers'. “If we were able to be grown ups, I would have looked for the restaurant with the best katsudon reviews and taken you there.” “I’ve been to a lot with Mommy and Daddy. Mommy says none of the restaurants can make katsudon as good as she does.” Piper laughed. She wasn’t sure if Ivy had intended to make a joke or just state facts but it was funny either way. “I’m sure she does. Next sleepover you’ll have to have me over at your house and have your mommy make katsudon for me.” That is if you want to see me again after tonight. Do the rules still count? Ivy smiled and nodded. “Just because we can’t do this the grown up way, doesn’t mean we can’t do this the baby way.” Piper smiled mischievously at Ivy as the Yamatoan quizzically looked at Piper. Then— “DADDY! WE’RE HUNGRY! COME IN HERE QUICK WE NEED SUSTENANCE!” They heard the scrap of wood against wood. Steven appeared in the living room. “Ok I’m here. No need to cause such a ruckus.” “Sorry daddy but we’re huuuuungry. Can we get—”she paused, looked at Ivy, and lowered her voice “do you like pizza?” she whispered. Ivy enthusiastically nodded yes. “Can we get pizza?” “I think pizza sounds great, sweetheart!” Steven pulled out his phone and started looking for the number of their go to pizza place. “Two larges; one cheese, one pepperoni sound good, girls?” Piper looked at Ivy who nodded back in agreement. “Yes! That sounds great, Daddy! Thank you!” Steven turned away to make the call, and Piper turned her attention back to Ivy. “See? Almost like ordering at a restaurant.” “Ok girls. Delivery will be in twenty minutes. I need to check your diapers and make sure you don’t need changes.” “Daaaadddyyyyy!” Whined Piper but he still kneeled down and stuck two fingers through the bottom of her short-alls to get to her diaper. “A little wet but you’ll be ok to get through dinner.” She huffed and stuck her pacifier in her mouth but Steven ignored her and turned his attention towards Ivy. “Now let’s check you.” Like she had never learned to be self-conscious, Ivy obediently lifted her dress up to expose her yellowed Monkeez. Piper blushed a deep red at the display and hurriedly looked away, gnawing furiously at the nipple of her pacifier. “A little more wet than Piper,” Unlikely thought Piper, “but you should last until after dinner too.” His knees popped as he stood back up. “Oof.” He grimaced as he stood back up. “I need to get your bottles ready.” “Can we haf mo’ juithe, pleathe, daddy? I wan another cranberry bocth and Ivy really liketh the grape juithe.” “No, you two have had enough juice boxes for tonight. And Ivy’s mommy gave me bottles that she expects to be empty when she comes back tomorrow. You need your formula too.” He walked to the kitchen, not allowing for any more protests. “You drink formula?” Her play date asked. Piper popped her pacifier out of her mouth. “Well, while Steven’s stock as a bachelor has gone up since becoming a single daddy so willing to take care of a Little in need, he still hasn’t found the one yet.” And I hope when he does she takes a step mother approach with me. Piper had been very into breasts before she was Adopted, but now the image of her needing something for sustenance that she once found pleasure in made her feel things she didn’t really want to ever have to address. “Oh. Mommy says formula is ok but that breast is best.” She recited her mommy’s words like they were sage wisdom. “I’m sure Mrs. Zoge is right about a lot of things.” Piper nodded, and then leaned in close. “But Steven—well. He does lack breasts.” Ivy’s face lit up in understanding and then they both fell into fits of giggles. — Amazon formula worked just as well as the milk straight from the source did. Their bottles, as well as the greasy pizza, had made sure they both needed changes. Hold hands as you piss yourselves and get your diapers changed? Piper frowned around her pacifier and tried to push the thought of the Little bully away. Stupid Ollie. Probably spending tonight alone while his Mommy says he’ll always have her. “I’m sorry it’s taking so long, sweetheart.” Steven had misread her frown as discomfort at his wiping technique. “But you’re a real mess down here.” Steven was too busy focusing on cleaning his Little girl up to notice the new shade of red she turned. She covered her face with her hands, then turned to peek through her fingers and look to where Ivy sat in the crib, now wearing a fresh Monkeez covered with plastic panties and a night shirt. If Ivy had heard the remark, she didn’t let it phase her. Steven finished up with the humiliating ritual and taped the thicker overnight diaper around Piper's waist. He stood for a minute admiring how he got the tapes right the first time. “That technique Mrs. Ripley showed me really does work every time.” It was actually Ms. Ripley, another Amazon who also attended Little Voices with her adopted Little boy. But the cheap perfume she wore kept Piper from informing him of the woman’s correct relationship status. “Thank you, Daddy. May I please have my pj’s now?” Piper mumbled the request as she sat up on her changing table and covered her chest. She had gotten used to Steven seeing her naked in this context but the extra audience of Ivy was bringing some anxiety forward. She lifted her arms only for them to be fed through the short sleeves of the owl-print onesie. Once the crotch snaps were snapped he picked her up and placed her next to Ivy in the crib. “Would you girls like a bedtime story?” Steven moved towards the only Amazon sized piece of furniture in the nursery, a wooden chair. Before he could sit down, Piper spoke up. “Daddy, we really like your stories but we still want to talk a bit before we sleep. Can we please stay up and talk for a while? I promise we’ll go to bed in fort—” Piper saw the face Steven made. “Thirty minutes? Pretty please?” She batted her eyelids at her unwanted wingman. “Fine. But it better be thirty minutes. I don’t want Mrs. Zoge mad at me if Ivy’s sleep schedule gets thrown off.” “WILL DO! THANK YOU, DADDY! GOOD NIGHT DADDY, LOVE YOU!” Piper did all but push Steven out of the nursery. He just laughed. “I love you too, sweetheart. And good night, Ivy. I’ll let you two get to talking about the boys you like.” He hit the light and closed the door. “Gross!” Piper responded, but she doubted Steven would connect the real reason why Piper was protesting the thought of liking boys. Now, with only the light from the night light left in the room, Piper was properly alone with Ivy. Finally. Piper let herself relax a bit into the soft mattress. “So what do you want to talk abo—” Ivy stopped when Piper held up her pointer finger and then brought it to her mouth. She held her finger against her mouth in the silent signal until they both heard the creaking of floorboards going away from the nursery. “Ok he’s probably gone back to his laptop now. Thank god for work deadlines.” “My da-“ Ivy was yet again cut off mid-sentence by Piper holding up a finger. “I really want this to be private,” Piper glanced towards the baby monitor in the room, “so we’re going to have to stop referring to Steven or anyone like him with the D word. Understand?” “Yes. But, are you sure this is ok? I don’t want to be doing anything bad.” Ivy’s eyes glanced at the baby monitor, the one connection to the Amazons she so fully trusted. “I promise we won’t be doing anything bad. It’s just. . . I, well. Mmm.” Piper fidgeted with her pacifier that was clipped to her onesie. She sighed, and then threw it over her shoulder. “If things were different if we weren’t, you know,” she motioned down to their bulging crotches, “then I would have been able to do things so much differently. I would have worn a really cool outfit and taken you to a nice restaurant and ordered mixed drinks, then back to my place for a deep intellectual discussion and then hopefully back to my bedroom where we could have continued doing grown up things.” “What kind of grown up things?” Ivy’s eyes had grown wide with curiosity. Piper bit her lip. “Well. There was this thing that I would do with my tongue.” She leaned forward and caressed Ivy’s face, looking her crib mate in the eyes. “Would you like a demonstration?” “Yes.” That was all Piper needed to hear before she had lips on Ivy’s. She gently pressed her lips against Ivy’s, then she slid her tongue into Ivy’s mouth and started working on the trick. She knew she did it when she felt Ivy go “oh” into her mouth. She finished by gently biting the center of Ivy’s lower lip. “Wow” Ivy’s eyes were the widest they had been all evening. “Grown ups do that?” “Yeah. They do. Especially when they’re with another grown up they really like.” Piper's cheeks blushed but the night light wasn’t bright enough for Ivy to see it. “I really like you, Ivy.” “I really like you, too” Piper let a win be a win. She didn’t want to know if Ivy did understand what really like meant. “But we aren’t grown ups. We shouldn’t be doing these things.” “Well,” Piper laced her fingers with Ivy’s, “there’s things grown ups do, and then there’s things babies like us, you know, the ones who’ve stopped growing, can do. But we’ll only do it if you want to.” She squeezed Ivy’s hand. “Do you want to?” “Yes.” Ivy enthusiastically nodded her head and Piper sent a silent prayer to whatever deity had chosen to bless her this night. “Let me take the lead. But make sure to not tell any Amazon about this either. We’re not doing anything wrong, Amazons know Littles do this, but they don’t want us talking to them about it, understand?” Ivy nodded. “Ok. If at any point you want to stop, please tell me and don’t call for Steven, ok?” Ivy again nodded her understanding. Piper again took Ivy in a kiss then began sliding her plastic panties down. “Good to know that even in diapers I can still get a girl’s panties off.” “What does that mean?” “Oh, nothing Ivy, just a joke to myself.” “Did you find it funny?” I’m damn hilarious. “Very.” She sat Ivy’s plastic panties aside at the bottom of the crib. “Could you unsnap the crotch on this onesie?” Ivy reached down and had the snaps popped open as quick as any Amazon. Piper had seen a similar demonstration of Ivy’s freakish strength one morning while lining up after the buses dropped them off. Piper's diaper had yet again been applied haphazardly and she desperately needed to pee. Unfortunately both Zoge and Beouf had to go help out a third grade teacher who had two students get in a fight in her line, leaving Piper in a desperate situation she was unable to fix. Her bladder seemed resigned to make her need yet another spare pair of pants from the lost and found. The Little teacher who had been asked to supervise the Adopted Little’s line while their teachers were otherwise occupied had been saying something to his students and didn’t hear Ivy tell Piper to pull her shorts down, nor see Ivy grab the offending tab and place it properly on the landing strip. Just in time for Piper's bladder to give out and in time to save her pants. “Ok, with that done I think we should move onto our diapers. We should probably keep our tops on for plausible deniability.” Piper had to skip over some of her usual checklist and improvise. “Plausible what?” Ivy whispered. “Don’t worry about it. Could you undo the tapes on your diaper then mine? We’ll probably need to stay sitting on them, but that’s better than trying to explain certain stains.” Ivy obeyed and peeled back the four tabs on her diaper then did the same for Piper. For the first time in eight months Piper could see her cunt without a bumbling man dumping half a bottle of baby powder on it. And better yet, I get to see another girl's cunt too! “Now, grown ups have this thing called foreplay, but for Littles like us we can do this thing called exploring. Just touch whatever part of me you want, and I’ll do the same, and we’ll stop if the other one says to stop, understand?” Ivy didn’t need coaxing. She nodded and then immediately grabbed at Piper's breast through the onesie, pinching a nipple with her strong grip. Piper moaned. Half in pain, half in pleasure. “Easy. You don’t need to pinch so hard. Loosen your grip just a bit and massage it.” Ivy followed the instructions perfectly, and soon had Piper moaning only in pleasure. “Damn, it was supposed to be me turning you into a puddle.” That made Ivy stop and anxiously look down at their open diapers. “No, no we’re fine. It’s fine. Here. Let me—” Piper pushed Ivy’s night shirt up, exposing the Yamatoan’s small but perky chest, and took a nipple into her mouth. Piper savored the experience of a real nipple again, rolling her tongue around the stiffened peak and lightly biting down on the sensitive flesh. Hard enough to make Ivy gasp but not hard enough to leave marks. Her hand then slid down Ivy’s stomach, finding its way to Ivy’s hairless cunt, then finding Ivy’s clit. The moans were like music to Piper's ears. So much better than that stupid children’s CD Steven has in the car. She let go of Ivy’s nipple long enough to say “Not too loud, ok?”, and got Ivy’s nod of understanding before she popped the nipple back in her mouth. Her middle and ring fingers started encircling Ivy’s sensitive clit as her pointer and pinky fingers spread Ivy open. A quick glance up to Ivy’s face let Piper know her date was enjoying herself. Ivy eyes were half lidded and she was sucking furiously on her thumb. Her fingers picked up the pace, occasionally dipping down to Ivy’s slick opening to spread the wetness up. Piper kept studying Ivy’s face to know when to speed up or slow down. Soon Ivy was panting and rocking herself into Piper's hand. Keeping pressure and pace, the practiced Little made the inexperienced Little cum in her hand. Piper watched as her crush shook with pleasure. Still got it. “You did so well, Ivy. So well.” Piper planted another kiss on Ivy’s lips. “Wow, that was so much better than the green goo.” Ivy’s observation got a giggle out of Piper. “Yeah. It really is.” Piper wiped her slick fingers off on the open diaper beneath Amy. “Can I do that to you?” The enthusiasm that came with the question almost made Piper cry. “Of course you can.” — Ivy had only needed a little coaching before she had Piper orgasming while sucking on her pacifier. After Piper stopped floating on the ceiling, Ivy had redone their diapers and snapped Piper's onesie close again. Then Ivy’s plastic panties were slid back on, and they settled into each other's arms just in time to feign being asleep for Steven who had stopped to look in on them on his way to his bedroom. They stayed like that for a while, saying nothing. Only the sound of their breathing filling the room. Ivy broke the silence first. “Piper?” She whispered the name, an attempt to not wake her crib companion should she be asleep. But Piper's brain was too busy to let Piper find rest, it was trying to figure out how to get a moving truck to pick up Ivy’s things and bring them over to Steven’s house so they would never have to sleep apart again. “Yes, Ivy?” “Thank you for being nice to me.” That broke Piper's heart. “Ivy, I’ll always be nice to you even if we never get to explore again. And never explore with anyone who would only be nice to you if you allow them to explore, understand?” Piper felt Ivy nod against her and heard a tired “Yes.” come from the Yamatoan in her arms. Piper adjusted her arms, and in the movement felt her diaper squish against her. Of course. “Sleep tight, Ivy.”

This ABDL series will depict Azula engaging in sexual acts with various other characters. While these are characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender, this story is set over a decade into the show's future and all characters depicted are adults. This is a trilogy of one-shots, they will be posted in order though all can be read as standalone. Additional tags and Content Warnings will be listed per story where applicable. Payback Where Mai adds a new layer to humiliating Azula. F/f, mdlg, lesdom, BDSM, Dom/Sub powerdynamics, Spanking, Wetting ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ Looking at the sight below her, Mai had never been so glad she'd taken up woodworking. It began as just another way to put her knives to good use. Killing didn't quite belong in peace time. Sure, for a while it paid well to keep cumbersome dissidents in check. First at court to remind its members that they were part of a regular council now that martial law had been lifted and later, when she'd broken off with Zuko for the last time and she began travelling to find herself in the (former) colonies. The latter had been quite the peculiar experience. Many of the colonials simply never left. Using their vast wealth to hire mercenaries that strong armed the locals into compliance. Ruling the area as if the war never stopped. Apparently they'd become quite the sticking point in negotiations between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. To the point that once word got out she'd been in the area she'd been discreetly approached to bring them to reason. Which Mai of course took as an invitation to be as brazen as she liked. It wasn't even a bad approach. There was little need for subtlety outside of Caldera. The colonials especially were even more fanatical in their belief of the supremacy of fire and that they ought to continue the war despite the Fire Nation already having been defeated at the height of its power and, more puzzlingly, their own apparent mixed ancestry. When she shared her findings with the capital Zuko came to believe they must fear treatment in the Fire Nation and redoubled his efforts to improve the standing of those not from the main islands. Mai, for her part, cared little for the origins of such delusions. Just like her targets cared little for the Fire Lord's decree to cease the war effort. Did not comprehend his new preachings of peace. Luckily, however, violence was a language they did understand. Thus the lot of them became much more compliant at the point of a knife often returning with less than half of what they could have had, had they went while the going was good. The remaining radicals were trivial to deal with. A few she dealt with herself, but most were usually so reviled by the locals many of them would pay to do the deed. It was quite satisfying for only a little sabotage to make the house of cards fall. Eventually though the thrill of it wore off and it just became tedious. Remaining holdouts wore thin and frankly knife-point diplomacy didn't fit into Zuko's new way of doing things. So after a few years Mai retreated to her family's old estate on Whale Tail Island from before her ancestors moved to court. Making use of the generous compensation she got. Officially for her services as a dignitary. (Serving as the Fire Lord’s informal knife under the table came with many favours, including letting her father retire quietly instead of landing in jail.) As well as her usual monthly stipend. The choice had been daunting at first. Mai was doubtful the quiet life would agree with her, but Ty Lee's promise to join her, formally as her guard, pushed her through. Even so, sitting still did not agree with Mai and after a while the boredom did start to get to her. Thus her new girlfriend suggested Mai try the hobby. She'd taken to it fairly well and soon after she turned to more… phallic shapes. Initially just as a sort of quiet rebellion. Mai never tired of sticking it to the proprietary that had chained her down for so long and adorning her ancestral home with such vulgar items fit perfectly into that. Even if their form had been perhaps a bit too familiar… Regardless, it didn't take long for them to be added to the bedroom, as Mai quickly learned to wax them thoroughly and not to be shy to use plenty of oils as well. Not that Ty Lee had left her lacking, but Mai liked having a wide range of options and the thrill of reintroducing an element she previously thought she had to give up was irresistible. A few months later word got out Azula had recovered. A letter from Zuko explaining the situation arrived a few days later. Mai hadn't been sure how she felt about the news, the way Zuko explained the situation was troubling. Still it was as good a reason as any to leave the mansion for a bit. She had been due to peek inside the caldera for a while now anyways. She offered Azula to stay with on a whim. Hadn't even consulted with Ty Lee about it, but Mai just couldn't help it when she saw the lilt in Azula's eyes. Mai could tell the princess wasn't faring well at court and couldn't help but recall her own struggle of feeling constrained there. Azula had been making a valiant attempt at convincing Mai she was fine, but Mai wasn't swayed. When they were young the three of them would always wore masks: Mai’s was an increasingly monotone aloofness, while Ty Lee became a master of deflections and lean into the ditzy persona people dismissed her as, but the princess utilized both a perfect poker face that could shift into any shape she desired and combined it with a tongue sharp enough to make cities fall. But what Mai had seen in front of her wasn't that. It was a face full of cracks and instead if the perfect princess reborn she saw her younger self from when she was so, so afraid. Azula had gone quiet, saying she'll think about it. Her tone was reserved, but that she hadn't rejected the offer out of hand was telling. Mai had time anyways: she and Ty Lee were staying in the capital for a few more weeks. Mai would need it to, to formally get her significant other on board and to properly apologize for not asking first. Not that Mai expected Ty Lee would have any objections, but it was the principle of the thing. Like Mai expected, Ty Lee was immediately ecstatic and, at the end of their stay, Azula took them up on their offer. Once Azula joined their household, at first ‘only for a little while’, it didn’t take long for memories to resurface of the three of them ‘just practicing for the boys’ that suddenly seemed a lot more important than some inconsequential fooling around. Quickly it appeared Mai was far from alone with such thoughts and so Azula joined their bed and it was there Mai realized something most unexpected about her old friend. She craved humiliation. It was innocuous at first: just a little whining whenever just got teased, but soon Mai realized Azula would always give that response. Naturally this prompted Mai to start upping the ante which would promptly be rewarded. Eventually Azula's humiliation took on a life of its own. At first Mai wondered why such a natural leader like Azula would take to such a submissive role, but apparently it was fueled by her guilt over past actions. A little overblown in Mai's opinion, especially since her and Ty Lee were some of the last people to be able to judge the princess for it, not that the stubborn girl could be convinced otherwise, Mai’s not one to look a gifted ostrich-horse in the mouth though, especially on occasions like these where she has the princess all to herself, allowing Mai to get a bit more experimental . For the current case Mai has to thank Kiyi's recent visit. As Azula still viscerally struggles to have an amicable relationship with her half-sister, which, after the former left, lead Mai to joke that perhaps Azula did not take well to no longer being the youngest. Needless to say, the response had been~ inspiring. “Please punish me mommy,” Azula begs, flinging Mai’s consciousness back to the moment. “I’ve been a bad girl.” The princess continues and the pathetic display is almost enough to make Mai feel guilty for not paying attention, but then: one could hardly blame themselves for being out of it when witnessing such a sight. The crown princess of the Nation tantalizingly tied up and a most undignified garment swaddling her hips. Mai couldn’t think of anything more mesmerizing. But she isn’t sharing any of that. “Oh dear,” she mock-gasps instead, “have you now?” The whine Azula gives in response is something Mai’s dead-certain she would have killed for. “You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you. You love the way I treat you.” “I do mommy,” Azula readily admits, having learned by now denying it will get her nowhere, “please, I deserve it.” Mai pulls on Azula’s collar. Letting the princess’ face stop just short of her own. Not pretending not to relish the fear creeping into her friend’s eyes Mai smirks. “That you do.” Then Mai releases Azula again, ignoring her friend’s dismay as she does. They’ve fooled around long enough. It’s time to begin the real play. Mai goes to sit down, one leg over the other. Azula lets out a yelp as Mai pulls the princess over her lap. I the girl’s princess parts just so happen to end up resting on Mai’s knee then surely that’s just a happy accident. Mai rests one hand on Azula’s lower back, ready to hold to princess in place once she’ll start to sputter, but for now keeping it to a simple caress, and fondles Azula’s ample thighs with her other hand. “Why won’t you be a good girl for mommy and tell me everything you did wrong today yourself huh?” Mai asks, too lazy to come up with something herself. “Me? I uh, yes mommy. Well, I woke up in a wet nappy— *SMACK* Mai slaps Azula’s thigh mid-sentence, leaving a delicious red mark. “Go on.” Mai says, as if nothing is amiss. “You can continue while I punish you. It’s faster this way. Just make sure to thank mommy. Remember: this hurts mommy more than it hurts you.” Mai lies. “Yes mommy, I’m sorry mommy and thank you.” Azula brabbles. Mai slaps Azula’s thigh again, harder than last time. “Thank you who?” Mai asks, patting Azula’s red thigh. “Mommy!” Azula cries, “I mean… thank you mommy.” “Very good. Continue.” “Yes mommy. I, uh, didn’t tell you good morning when I saw you downstairs.” Mai slaps Azula’s thighs again and this time Azula reacts exactly like how Mai made up just now. While Mai enjoys grabbing a handful and leaving a mark on her favourite (and only) plaything, it doesn’t take long for her to tune out Azula’s brabble as the princess rattles off every inane misstep or perceived slight of the day. That is, until Mai notices Azula go noticeably silent aside from her obligatory “thank you mommy”’s. “Hm?” Mai questions. “I said that’s everything mommy.” Azula mutters, “I can’t think of anything else for today. I’m sorry.” “Is that so? Well, no matter, you’re still due plenty of punishment from before don’t you think?” “Y-yes mommy.” “Very good. You see mommy used to punish a lot of bad people. Do you know what mommy used to do with them?” Azula gulps. “N-no mommy.” “Well, mommy used to pretend they were you and treat them accordingly.” “O-oh.” “Yes ‘Oh’. Now princess, mommy’s been thinking: she has had plenty of plenty of practice by now. Perhaps it’s time you finally get what you deserve, don’t you think?” “Y-yes mommy.” “Good, because these spankings clearly aren’t enough for someone like you.” Mai remarks, her voice cold as steel as she flicks a knife into her hands. Azula’s eyes go wide. Mai smirks as she swings — “Mai wait!” — and cuts the rope. Mai chuckles. That never got old. It’s also what finally got Azula to start bawling her eyes out. Good. Mai thinks as she takes Azula into her arms. Poor girl had clearly been needing a good cry all day. Too bad about the rope though. It was pretty expensive, but the look on Azula’s face? Priceless. And really, in those days Mai had wanted revenge, but this, this is just so much better. Stealthily copping a feel Mai quickly notices the princess’ padding is soaked, in more ways than one. But could it handle more? Only one way to find out. “Azula.” Mai asks once the princess has calmed down. “Yes?” “Piss yourself.” “What?” Mai tsks, pretending Azula’s lost expression didn’t make her cold heart melt. “There’s no point in changing your diaper if you’re just going to immediately wet your next one. You think I didn’t notice you doing the same just before? You might as well finish up and do it now.” Obligingly and without any further protest, Azula does exactly that. The muffled hiss from her diaper is soon followed up by Azula actually leaking a little, but no matter. Mai can just have her clean that up when they’re done. For now, Mai ignores Azula’s pathetic cries and leads her to the mat so Mai can change her. Despite the smell, once she has opened the cloth swaddling her princesses’ hips, Mai can’t help but play with the ‘toy‘ stuffing Azula’s pussy, or ‘princess parts’. Whatever Ty Lee’s calling them this week. The hole Mai’s fucking with the dildo she made herself. Not too hard, Azula must be quite ginger after having it inside of her all day, just enough to almost let the princess have climax she’s been begging for. The sheen her polished craftwork gives off once Mai takes it out is almost tempting enough for Mai to lick it clean, should such a thing not have been absolutely disgusting. Perhaps sometime Azula might enjoy a taste of her own filth though. Instead, Mai puts the dildo aside and turns her attention the to the other toy Azula’s has been playing with. Grabbing Azula by the ankles, first pulling them up and then pushing them to Azula’s face, Mai is reunited with her latest creation stuffed in Azula’s behind like some kind of depraved pearl. As to be expected, Mai’s craftmanship looks to be a great success. Her only regret is not giving the toy some kind of flourish, an eye perhaps. She had already decided to be less conservative for the size on the next one, in any case. Refocusing her attention Mai quickly commands Azula to keep her legs in place. Her hands free, Mai wastes little time and sets to work coaxing out Azula’s plug and finally letting the princess receive her reward. Mai only needs to let her fingers work their magic for a little bit before Azula’s moans return to make music for Mai’s ears. It’s obvious the princess is close. Truthfully Mai can only partially take credit. She has kept Azula needy like this since forever. Mai predicts her princess will release any second now and just as Mai finally removes the plug, Azula comes, letting out a groan that feels like it reverberates through the entire building. Mai doesn’t care if anyone overheard. She has never felt so smug. She should really be getting a medal for this type of thing. Her handiwork is clearly the work of the spirits. Instead, she has a plug with a putrid smell, so Mai quickly sets it aside next to her other craftmanship. Once Azula’s done riding out her orgasm Mai goes to clean her princess in earnest. When Mai finishes changing Azula she finds her impossibly, utterly and completely tuckered out. Mai can’t even bring herself to be mad about it, despite the princess doing so while not even having cleaned up her own mess. Maybe Mai will get the maids to handle it, they had to be getting suspicious by now anyway. Still, it would be nice to avoid something like this in the future. Guess that just means her princess will need bigger diapers from now on.

Warning! This story contains massive spoilers for the magnus archives podcast... you've been warned. "Open up! FBI! OPEN UP!" Amandas heart raced as she aimed her gun at the door. Around her a swat team and some of her fellow agents prepared to capture or kill the suspect. The suspect in question was one Robert Leymon. A serial killer who had killed up to 5 women all in prominent positions. From Deans to CEOs. They hadn't even known to look at him, if not for anonymous tip. No one answered and she gave a nod to the swat team to go ahead. Yet as they broke in she saw what looked by spiders silk before a soft "click" sound. Before she could even warn them an explosion of fire and death hit her team and luanched her backwards into her own car. She had to get up. She had to get up! Her head rang and her body was shaking but she did manage to stand up. Limping she checked for survivers and found none. How had they not seen the trap? They'd checked the place 3 times for any bombs... how had they missed it? "Over here little girl." A voice called out. It took Amanda a few moments to recognize the voice. It was robert leymon. She pulled out her gun yet what she saw made her puase. A birthday table that had not been their earlier had somehow appeared in a centor of corpses held up by string... no webs. "Put the gun away little girl." Amanda was about to put a bullet in the murderer's skull consequences but instead she felt her hand throw the gun away. What the hell? She hadn't wanted to do that. "Good girl! Guns are for big boys not girls." Then he motioned for her to sit in what was clearly a high chair. Albiet one clearly sized for a women rather then a child. At the words "good girl" her mind was flooded witj a foreign sense of pride. She was starting to become scared. That feeling of being scared turned to terror as she felt her legs move against her will towards that bright pink highchair. Eventually she found herself sat in the infantile furniture. "Good we have a few minutes before the archivist completes his ritual. Enough time for a dumb girl like you to eat a yummy cake." She looked at cake with disgust. The thing was an abomination of sweetness. Somehow it was made of everything she hated. The top was layered with snickers. The cake itself was angel food cake and the frosting was pink ice cream. Yet, once again she found her body forced to obey this mans wims as she gobbled up the cake. Tears streaming down her face as her mouth became a mess of sugery slush. Each time her hands greedily grabbed for more she begged them to stop and with mounting terror she realized they would not. The dead bodies somehow were always turned to face her. To judge her. Here she was eating cake with the seeming abandon of a toddler while all around her the corpses of her friends lay dead. Their murderer simply smirked and told her empty false attempts at consoling her. Telling her how she would never become fat. How she would not age. Then an archivist on a whole other continent read a statement from his boss and the world changed.

I wasn't planning on writing another smut but I was watching fallout and seeing the character lucy say things like "gosh" or "goly" really got my mind going and my unmentionables... but we don't talk about that. Basic premise is a vault that was never approved exists... hope yall enjoy this bit of mindless smut. ....... Nery Allbright was a survivor and a leader. Her followers had tried to spread the knowledge of science, Academics, and agriculture. Now she was on the run, vertabirds spanned the skys a symbol of a gear heralding the brotherhood of steel. She did not know what her people had done to upset them. Even now her struggling brain tried to process how all this had happend. Her mind flashed with the images of men in power armor cutting down her flock like ghouls to the sluaghter. All she could do was run, she just had to focus on running. She could grieve later. So she ran, and ran, and finally tripped as bullets fired into the ground around her. She gulped as she noticed that the only thing behind was a ravine. 5 men in power armor came out from the nearvy trees. One approached her. "Theres no were left for you to run. Hand over the relic" "What relic? What the hell are you taking about!?" She yelled/sobbed at them angrilly. "We know you have the relic. Hand it over and you will be allowed to live." She looked at them, glared at them, it didn't matter. "What relic?" She said in a defeated voice. The knight showed her an image on his pipboy. It was a toaster. "Y-you killed everyone I loved? INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO WERE JUST... FUUUUCK YOU! OVER A FUCKING TOASTER!!!???" she got louder and angrier as the realization of just what was happening dawned on her. Then she heard a strange sound. Like a buzzing. Without warning she heard little pop sounds and each sound was followed by power armor droping, vertebrae crashing, and people dying. Then she felt a sharp pain her chest and looked down to see a needle poking out of her chest. Then she fell asleep.

This isn't so much a story as a short vignette. During a discussion about fan-fiction a year or two ago, rule 34 came up and we ended up arguing whether you could write a story involving diapers for any fandom. I argued in favour of this, and then somebody (I forget who) said "Fine. Robocop." And this is where we ended up. ------------------- <BANG> <SPOING> <CRASH> Everybody ducked down behind desks and filing cabinets as another projectile shot through the broken glass, hit a pipe and ricochetted into the water cooler, breaking the bottle, spilling a gallon of water onto the floor. "Shit! Anybody hurt?" Shouts of 'no' and 'not yet' rang out from around the squad room before somebody said what everybody was thinking. "Can someone put a stop to that?" Officer Anne Lewis looked out from behind a filing cabinet. Her gun was in her hand, more out of habit than necessity. She knew where the shots were coming from. They all did. Officer Alex Murphy, or Robocop as the OCP reps insisted on calling him, had had a bad night. It had started with a simple convenience store robbery, but had quickly escalated to a hostage situation. This again, had led to a car chase which had ended in a fiery crash and two dead robbers. This wouldn't have been anything too out of the ordinary except the soon-to-be crispy criminals hadn't had the good sense to steal the 6000 SUX parked just down the street from the convenience store. Instead, they had gone for the garbage truck. The crash had mangled one of Murphy's legs and torn his left forearm off. Both were easily replaced, but it was still a time-consuming process. And then, five minutes ago, they had found out that there was a problem with the nutrient paste dispenser. Lewis holstered her gun and began crawling towards the closed-off area where the OCP technicians did maintenance on Murphy. Another projectile shot through the glass partition and there was a howl of pain as it hit somebody. Lewis didn't stop to see who it was. Thankful for her body armour, she kept moving forward, broken glass scraping between the armour and the floor. She was almost at the door. She paused for a moment before pushing it open and peering inside. She could see the techs huddled behind some heavy equipment; one of them holding his shoulder where a bloody stain was slowly spreading. On what looked like a cross between a heavy-duty operating table and an industrial assembly station, Lewis could see Murphy lying face-down. His wrecked leg had already been detached and was on the floor next to the table and it looked like he had been shut down for the repairs. Just then, Murphy's body jerked and yet another bolt shot out. Man, that nutrient paste must really be fucked up. Lewis crawled under the table until she was on the other side of Murphy's body, the safe side, before standing up. She looked over at the technicians. "Now what?" she yelled. "Lewis, fetch the kevlar reinforced diapers. This is going to be a long night."

Hello there, readers! I am just so pumped to bring to you the first chapter in a brand new story! It's one that's been in the back of my head for a while now, and a recent picture, finally knocked the ripe fruit that is this story loose! The story used characters and settings from the amazingly wonderful BabyStar's comic, CottonTail Nursery! It also features the character Varden, created by Frozenpawpadz! Be sure to check out all of their cute/awesome stuff (both of which can be found on FurAffinity)! I hope that you enjoy it! Home Alone (Chapter 1) by Panther Cub "YES!" Saffron Berger cheered in her room. She had just finished running the final diagnostic on the automated changing table in her workshop, finding that all systems were running smoothly. When she had learned that she would have a three hour window all to herself at the facility the day before, she had worked until very early in the morning to finish her current project, so that she could enjoy those three hours of guaranteed privacy. She removed her goggles and set them on the workbench she had installed right by the door to her room and let out a little yawn. "I can sleep later," she said to herself, a wide grin on her muzzle. After weeks of living and working at Cottontail Nursery, there were currently no babies to be cared for or otherwise handled, aside from Varden. However, Josephine was taking him to a playdate, and then on a small shopping trip. Cleo had a doctor's appointment today and already left. Dr. Akiko was going to some specialty shop to pick up some orders and place some new ones, and Debbie had the day off. After casually inquiring about all of the different amounts of time each activity would take, Saffy, after subtracting half an hour for a just-in-case scenario, had calculated that she would have three glorious hours without any chance of someone barging in on her. She felt a thrill run through her as she closed the door to her workshop behind her and walked through her room. She glanced at herself in the reflection on her massive TV, smiling at the lavender shirt and purple shorts she was wearing. Not for much longer, she thought. She crossed over to the door and opened it, closing it behind her as she stepped out into the hall. "Saffy!" came a deep voice, causing the otter girl to reflexively flinch, not that it did any good. She immediately found herself in a bone crushing hug, courtesy of Varden himself. The big cow was dressed in an adorable orange sundress, that did nothing to hide his diaper, with a matching bow tied to each of his two horns. There was a third bow tied to the tip of his tail. Saffy took all of this in just as the air in her lungs was squeezed out. "OOPH! Varden! Lemmie go!" she said, wriggling in his iron-grip. She winced when she felt one of his hooves pat her bottom, something that had become a reflex for the large and muscular cow. "Awww, yoor still not wearin' any diapees. You'll be in trouble if you have an accident and aren't wearin' one!" Ever since the day he had gotten the thought in his head, Varden seemed to have a difficult time understanding that Saffy was not a baby. This was something that the rest of the staff found to be quite amusing and adorable. "Varden, sweetie," came the voice of the head bunny in charge, Saffy's boss Josephine, "remember what we talked about? You need to ask Saffy first if she would like a hug, and then only hug her if she says yes." Said otter quickly found herself dropped onto her bottom. She rubbed it as she stood up, looking up into the chastened face of the big guy... girl... person. Varden really was a teddy bear. "Sowwy, Saffy," Varden said, slipping a thumb into his mouth. "S'alright, no broken bones, no problem," Saffy said, actually taking a second to feel her ribs and confirm that they were indeed still intact. "Sorry about that, Saffy," the brown and white bunny said as she directed Varden to start getting into his stroller, leaning down to buckle him in herself. "Varden's just so excited and toddled away the second I took my eyes off of him." "Like I said, no worries! In fact, let me help carry the diaper bag to the elevator!" Saffy picked up the bright yellow duffle bag with a grunt, and started to carry it past the front desk area. Debbie had already headed out, as did Akiko and Cleo. Three down, just two to go! Saffy thought, fighting to contain her excitement. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were trying to get rid of all of us, Saffy," Josephine said to the excited otter, a note of bemused suspicion in her tone, as she pushed Varden along in his bright white stroller. One of Akiko's designs. When turned on, it would emit a certain vibration that caused the eye to just sort of slip right over it without actually seeing it. Not invisibility, as Akiko had explained to Saffy, more like a form of camouflage. This made it easier to transport their charges in public. Of course, to counter this, Akiko had also developed bracelets that nullified the effect on the wearer. This was due to some confusion when the stroller prototype was first implemented. Luckily, they had managed to use the tracking chip in the stroller to find it before the occupant could complete her escape plan. Saffy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Now why would I ever want some time away from a mad scientist who likes to randomly experiment on others, a perpetual party girl who likes to tease and cause mischief when she's bored, a giant nanny who tries to mother anything she can get her hooves on, and a giant toddler who routinely tries to hug the life outta me?" The older bunny seemed to consider this. "Perhaps you do make a good point, Saffy." Varden, however, looked up from his large stroller with wide eyes, the sarcasm having clearly gone over his head. "Awww, you can come to pway with me an' my friend Gracy on our playdate, Saffy!" Saffy chuckled, nervously, while her boss tried to hold back a laugh. "Th-that's okay, Varden," Saffy said, reaching over to ruffle his hair, making the cow giggle. "I need that extra alone time to get my big surprise all ready." "Will it be candy?" Varden asked with wide and shining eyes, making Saffy and Josephine laugh. "No, it won't be candy," Saffy said, bemused. "I for one am very excited to see this surprise of yours, Saffy. I'm sure that it's going to be just wonderful!" Saffy had quickly learned that Josephine was without a doubt the best boss she had ever worked for. While tough when she needed to be, she was also kind, funny, and supportive. "Now, if you have any trouble at all, don't be afraid to call my cell, or anyone else's for that matter." Josephine said as the elevator doors opened. "Yup, if anything happens, which it won't, I will!" Saffy said, passing off the diaper bag, once again amazed at how easily Josephine carried it. "Alright. I trust you, Saffy," she said, pressing her thumb to the scanner. "Have a nice afternoon!" Saffy said with a wave just as the doors closed. She waited there a few moments, before jumping in the air with glee. "FINALLY!" she cried, before hurrying off to the nursery section. She wasn't going to waste any time. She went into the playroom, the non adult-one of course, and gathered up some blocks, a few plush toys, a pretty blankie she had had her eye on for some time now, and a purple pacifier. With a wide grin on her face, she moved on into the nap section and gathered up a few diapers, some baby powder, a tub of baby wipes, and a cute outfit that she also had had her eye on for a while. Finally, she stopped at the kitchen to grab a bottle of strawberry milk in the back of the fridge. Akiko had loaded up a few of them, explaining that they were for an upcoming acquisition or something. Saffy hadn't been paying too close attention as she had been tinkering with a part for the automated changing table, and since the good doctor loved going on about her different experiments. All she knew was that she LOVED strawberry milk and figured that one measly bottle wouldn't be missed. With her arms loaded down with all the supplies she was going to need, she started to make her way to her room. She looked down at her haul, feeling the bubbling excitement practically about to burst out. That was until she took a good look at the binky. She stopped by the front desk and examined it closely. "Wait a sec," she said aloud to no one, "this is one of Akiko's hypno binkies. That was close." She laughed and set it down right there on the desk, thankful she had actually paid attention for this one. Once placed in someone's mouth, it started to send signals to the brain encouraging sucking, as well as subliminally implanting an urge to suckle, with the intent of it becoming second nature after a prolonged period of time exposed to it. How it got mixed in with the fresh binkies, Saffy didn't know, nor did she see fit to question it. "I'll take it back when I go get a proper paci," she said, making a mental note to closely examine the binky's before she takes one. Using one of her feet, encased in her workbooks, she slid the door to her room open, and didn't bother to close the door. She set the toys and blankie and bottle down on her coffee table, before continuing to her workshop. This time with a free hand, she opened the door, and made a beeline straight for her automated changing table. It looked much like one of the regular changing tables, until it was activated. Saffy first set about opening different compartments and doors, loading in the changing supplies, and even folding up the clothes she had picked out and loading them in as well. Once she was done, she grabbed her tablet from her workbench and synced it up to the table. Saffy tapped on the screen, going into the settings menu... and paused. Am I really gunna do this? she thought as she hesitated. Then, she steeled herself, and continued on, registering herself in the changing table's system... as an un-potty-trained toddler. "Here we go," Saffy said as she hit the enter button. It took a second, and then it was confirmed that the changes to the settings had been made. Saffy set the tablet on her workbench, and took a step towards the changing table, stopping when she heard the tinny mechanical female voice. "Charge detected. Assessment: ... Care needed." Two large mechanical hands came out and picked Saffy up, laying her down on the changing table. She was tempted to try and get off, just to test how the device would further restrain her, but decided against it. Already, two more hands appeared, and all four set to work. Two made quick work of untying her work boots and removing them, followed by the socks. They were discarded in a side bag that Saffy had set up just for her clothes. Then the hands unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and slid them off her legs. "What a good little girl I have!" the voice praised, now sounding like Josephine and making Saffy smile and blush. She knew her boss was going to love that touch. Now only in her shirt and underwear, the hands gently, but quickly, tugged the shirt off over her head. Now it was just her matching white cotton bra and panties. She was sat up so that the bra could be unhooked and removed, just as her panties were slid off. Once the last articles of her adult clothing went into the bag, it was tied shut, and set down to the side. Saffy felt more than a little vulnerable as she sat there, completely nude on the changing table. The metallic hands set about gently pushing her back down. Two hands grabbed her ankles and raised her legs, just as one of the folded diapers was dispensed from a slot on the table. The diaper was unfolded and fluffed out. Saffy smiled and blushed as she saw the cute baby block design on it. As it was placed underneath her raised bottom, a hole appeared in the center of one of the hands, and a baby wipe was pulled out by the fingers. Said hand then used it to wipe around Saffy's soon-to-be diaper area. She jumped a little at the coldness of the wipe, but still smiled. The wipe was discarded in a built-in trash canister, and the hole in the hand closed up, just as a series of small holes opened in a different hand. It lightly started to puff out some baby powder, which it used to liberally dust Saffy's upturned bottom, and then her front. All the while another hand came out and proceeded to thread Saffy's tail through the hole in the back of the diaper, fastening the tape there. Saffy's legs were lowered onto the soft and crinkly diaper in time with the hand dealing with her tail, and they finished the diapering off by bringing the front up and taping it all nice and snug. Saffy sat up and poked at her diaper, smiling as she felt a thrill run through her body again. "Alright, sweetie," Josephine's voice came from the speakers in the table, "can you lift your hands up for me, like a big girl?" Saffy giggled and quickly complied. "Such a good girl you are!" the device praised again as it brought a bright red t-shirt down over her head and arms. The front read 'You know I'm cute. Deal with it!' in black letters. Saffy was then stood up as her tail was threaded through the back of a black skirt, that only covered the top half of her new padding, and had black suspender straps, which the hands brought up over her shoulders. It finished everything off by nimbly parting her thick red locks and using two red bows to tie it into a pair of bunched-up pigtails. "You have been such a good girl, that it's going into your file!" the table praised and picked Saffy up under her arms, sitting her down with a light crinkle on the floor. My file? Saffy wondered, suddenly realizing that a proxy file must have been made and saved in the system, Okay. I just have to make sure to delete it when I'm done, before anyone sees it. Standing up, Saffy giggled at the feeling of a small pillow between her legs, and walked with a bit of a waddle over to her workbench. She yawned as she put the changing table on standby, planning to try and wet and experience a complete diaper change now that she experienced a diapering. "It works great! They're gunna love it!" Saffy said, as she then toddled out into her room, and smiled at the toys. She picked up a white and brown bunny and giggled, realizing that the coloration matched Josephine perfectly. With a crinkly plop, Saffy grabbed her remote and turned her tv onto a cartoon channel. Then she grabbed her bottle, happy that it was still nice and cold, and stuck the nipple in her mouth. It too her a few tries, but she finally got a taste of the delicious strawberry milk inside, and after some more trial and error, got into a suckling rhythm that kept it flowing. When she noticed that she kept starting to nod off, Saffy made a decision. "Okay," she said after removing the bottle, but before a yawn, "a quick nap. I'll just set my watch alarm so I don't forget." She set her watch to wake her up in a half an hour, and curled up under the soft purple fleece blankie, that was so warm and nice, and cuddled the stuffed bunny. In seconds, she was lightly snoring. Unbeknownst to the napping otter, she was no longer alone in the facility. Cleo hummed to herself as she walked in the front door. "Saffy? It turns out zat my appointment vas for next week. Isn't that silly?" Cleo smiled as she walked by the front desk... her eyes spotting something on it. It was a purple binky. Puzzled, she picked it up and examined it. "Not one of Vardens," the maternal deer muttered, wondering what a binky was doing on Debbie's desk. She noticed that the door to Saffy's room was open, and walked down to poke her head in. "Saffy?" Cleo's eyes went wide at the sight before her. All over Saffy's floor were numerous blocks and some soft toys, many of which she recognized from being from the nursery. There was a half-drunk bottle on the coffee table. And lying nearby, partially covered by a bright purple blankie from the nap area, was Saffy, fast asleep. Cleo cooed at the sight, capable of seeing the otter's adorable shirt and skirt, as well as her padding underneath. Now why would she hide this from us? Cleo wondered as she walked in, her overzealous maternal instincts kicking in instantly. She reached down and gently gathered Saffy and her blankie up in her arms, expertly swaddling her. She smiled softly as she remembered the binky she found and, removing it from the pocket she had put it into and slipped it in, the otter never once stirring. Instead, she sighed happily in her sleep, and began sucking, making a Nuk-Nuk-Nuk sound. Without any thought, Cleo carried Saffy out into the hall, rocking her and humming a lullaby, and carried her into the nursery. There, she spied a crib and laid her down in it. She turned on the mobile, which had little multi-colored fish on it, that started playing a tune, with the fish lighting up in different soft colors. It was one of the new ones Akiko had made. Cleo leaned down and kissed her new charge on the forehead, before heading back into her room to gather up all the toys and bring her her bottle. She noticed that the door to Saffy's workshop was opened, and decided to poke her head in. Cleo nodded in understanding as she saw the changing machine all set up, the cabinets underneath stocked, not fully, but with a few things. So this was her big surprise, Cleo mused as she slid the door shut and resumed gathering up the rest of the baby supplies. She must have been waiting for what she felt was the right time to tell us this is what she wants. Cleo thought, smiling. She was careful to tip-toe gently around so as not to wake the sleeping bundle as she re-entered the nursery. She put most of the toys away, but decided to lay the bunny in the crib with Saffy, as well as her bottle, in case she got hungry. She held a hoof to her mouth to stifle a giggle as she saw Saffy, her arms free, reach out and cuddle the bunny that she now realized looked a lot like Josephine, and then left and shut the door behind herself. She had a call to place. Unbeknownst to Cleo, the mobile that was tinkling right above Saffy was part of an experimental batch, not a regular one. As the occupant of the crib slept below it, the sweet music would implant subliminal messages. Each one was different. Some were designed for the more "adult" sections of the nursery. This one, thankfully, was much more innocent. The fish mobile was designed to mentally help new arrivals come to view their captors as natural authority figures to be obeyed, as well as for the conscious mind to ignore the signals alerting them of a coming need to wet or mess. It should be noted that the need for the binky was being planted in her mind as well as the other aforementioned infantile traits. While multiple sessions with the mobile were required to start making the suggestions permanent, the strongest one was most certainly the obedience to the designated authority figures registered in the system... which presently did not include Saffy, so thankfully that prevented a machine-breaking paradox. What's more, the second strongest implant was already starting to take hold. Saffy started to squirm a little in her sleep, and then relaxed, as her bladder emptied out into her diaper, not once waking up. Cleo was walking back to the nursery, now dressed in her usual apron, pockets already loaded with supplies, her cellphone in her hoof. "Josephine, it is as I said. I came back, and Saffy vas already fast asleep, dressed like a baby, she even had toys and a baba! I had nothing to do vith it!" "You promise that you did not just return and start babying Saffy yourself Cleo? We all know how much you enjoy mothering pretty much anything smaller than yourself," the mature bunny on the other end semi-joked. "I swear!" Cleo said, a slight roll of her eyes. "Well, isn't that her business then?" Josephine asked, Cleo able to hear Varden giggling in the background, no doubt playing his silly moo heart out. "She left her door vide open! And she even designed ze automated changing machine to recognize her as a toddler! I think zat she's vanted to tell us zis for a vile, but decided to surprise us. She even left her binky right on ze front desk where anyone could see it! And before you ask, I checked, it's not one of Varden's." There was a pause on the other end. "... Hmm... alright. Wait for her to wake up and then, gently, Cleo, ask her if this was her surprise to us. The key is to not embarrass her or scare her away for good, alright?" "I vill be as gentle and loving as can be," Cleo said. "Alright, and if she says no, we don't need to tell her that you called anyone about it. If she's humiliated, assure her that it will just be between you two and that you never have to talk about it again, understood?" "Yes, boss!" Cleo said in excitement. She could hear Varden's laughter getting louder, followed by something that sounded like screeching metal and a loud bang, and Varden bawling his eyes out. "Oh no! Varden! I said to stay off those swings, honey. Let Mama Jojo see the booboo," and she hung up. Cleo felt a moment's worry for Varden, but knew that he would most likely be alright, what with being built like a tank. I certainly hope that you liked the first chapter! Please feel free to leave a review! (It really is a wonderful little pick-me-up.)

Chapter 1: The Potion Long after Voldemort’s fall there was always one thing that stuck with Harry Potter. One event, one period of time that would startle him out of sleep long after the trauma had faded, long after he’d learned to live with all he’d experienced. It was something he couldn’t speak to anyone about, and something he couldn’t forget. It happened during that last year, while they were on the run from the Ministry’s forces. Camping in the Weasley’s tent, carrying with them the Horcrux pendant. Harry and Ron had just had their argument, and Ron had disappeared, and Hermione and him had been forced to move on, disapparating, leaving behind any hope of Ron’s return. Hermione was angry with Harry, and he was angry with himself. They camped on a windswept rocky outcropping, and it was as cold as Harry felt. He went looking for more blankets, hoping he could shore up some heat loss, and maybe soften Hermione’s mood. He found some in a large chest, that like the Tent, and like Hermione’s bag of holding, was larger inside than out. Inside the chest was more like a shed, with shelves of supplies, and what Harry was sure was the Weasley’s other tent. Crawling in, he found blankets easily enough, but as he rummaged through them he stumbled upon some things — there were old soup cans, boxes of dry detergent, an old crate of muggle things (an electric drill, and some old board games), dusty looking candies, and a basket of toiletries. He almost didn’t give it a second look, but he saw that they were girl’s things — tampons, a packet of hair ties, flowery shampoos, and nestled down beneath everything, a packet of nappies. Well not nappies, Harry decided as he looked closer, they were Pullups. nighttime pullups, DryNites✫ brand to be exact. Harry stared at them for a long while, partly because he knew to whom these things must belong, and partly because it was a welcome distraction from everything else going on. The last time either tent had been used, had been for the Quidditch World Cup, and the Girls tent was where Hermione and Ginny stayed. These were Ginny’s things. Ginny’s nappies. The thought somehow made him feel closer to Ginny. He knew he should be embarrassed for her, but he saw her in his imagination, clearer than he’d done in months. Going to bed in the tent, slipping on the humiliating thing. Why? She must have a problem, a bed-wetting problem? Or else, an all-the-time problem? Regardless, this secret was his now. Something he shared with her. A bit of intimacy. He imagined her in them, as he slipped one out of the package. And he saw her body, mostly naked, as she pulled one up her legs. And then he saw her in the morning, somehow waking up beside him, and he’s reaching down, and saying: “Looks like you’re wet again, Ginny.” And she replies, her cheeks blushing to match her hair: “I’m sorry.” But he’d have none of it. He’d help her, tearing the yellowed nappy at the seams, and cleaning her most sensitive bits with a wipe. She’d lean into him, feeling safe, and happy, and taken care of. He wanted that most: to hold her, and take care of her. Without realizing it he’d developed an erection, and embarrassed with himself, he quickly returned the pull-ups and things to the shelves. With one last look he grabbed the blankets climbed out of the Chest, trying to make sure everything looked as he’d found it. As his feet touched the floor of the tent, he turned to Hermione, her nose in a book as always. “Did you know that chest is bloody huge inside?” He asked, but she only looked at him. Eyes bloodshot with tears, and her look answered for her. “Of course I know that Harry,” it said. “You’re an idiot.” If the blankets, left folded upon her bunk, had any effect on her mood at all it might have made things worse. Over the next day she hardly said a word, and left Harry almost entirely on his own. All there was to do was to look at books, and listen to the wind howling outside. Hermione would cry, sometimes, but she didn’t let him see it. She missed Ron. He knew she hoped, wished, prayed, that Ron would return and Harry wanted nothing more than for her to get what she wanted. And as if it had heard him (which should have been an enormous red flag) the answer appeared before him: in a book of potions. It all but fell open to the perfect spell, the perfect way to undo the damage he’d done, and bring Ron back; and looking at the ingredients it didn’t even look all that difficult, and it was topical, meaning all he’d have to do is put her in contact with it (It would have been a real difficulty to get her to drink a potion). They had a cauldron they’d mostly been using for heating soups, and nearly all the ingredients were food-like enough. He was also willing to bet that Hermione was so engrossed in both her book and her concerted effort to ignore him that she wouldn’t notice even if the recipe require a Bog’s Heart; she’d ignore even the worst smells or loudest bubbles, he was sure. Maybe it was the influence of the horcrux, or something else, but the whole time he was assembling the potion he couldn’t imagine what would go wrong. Through his bitter feelings and thoughts he couldn’t see his friend Hermione, and he couldn’t believe she’d want anything else than Ron. The worst that would happen is it would banish him, replace Harry with Ron, which was what he felt he deserved. Walking with the potion, holding it in a tea cup, as he moved toward her he knew what he wanted. It had hurt her so much to choose Harry over Ron — to choose the mission over... whatever those two were. He wanted to help her make a different choice, or remove that choice from the table completely. As he approached he made like he’d slipped, and “spilled” the tea on her lap. “Harry!” she yelped, jumping up, and all her anger welled in her. She looked at him, and he waited for it. Bracing himself for banishment, or punishment. She seethed, and shook, “Honestly, I wish you’d just...” she began, and he closed his eyes, almost afraid of what would happen next. But a moment passed, and when he opened them again she’d deflated. She looked at him sweetly, with all the warmth and pity pouring out on her face. She looked cute, and like she needed a hug. Normally he didn’t let himself think of her that way, but she also looked very pretty. He watched her, still half-hoping she’d say the right thing, or at least think it in her head. But then his eyes wandered down, past her house-coat to her soaked crotch, and without thinking he thought of Ginny’s Pull-ups. It did look like she’d had an accident, she did look like... “I just wish you’d get what you want.” Hermione completed her sentence and panic rose in Harry. He sat frozen, but after a long few seconds nothing happened. He’d mucked up the potion. They were safe. ✫DryNites is the brand in the UK, and debuted in 1994 (the same year as the quidditch world cup) at this point they would be plain white with just a DryNites/GoodNites tag on the back. Some notes on this... I did try to match JK's voice, and generally be british-y as much as possible so that it wouldn't be jarring, but I'm american, and I'm not going to kill myself to be perfect in that regard. Also, I'd prefer to use the word Diaper, but it just makes no sense. I tried to be as accurate to the books as I could as well, and I'm pretty sure my nerdy obsession with HP has helped there. I reread the relevant chapters, and I'm pretty sure I got it fairly close, and the timeline does (and will) make sense. And then as far as the tent I'm purposely going with the tent as represented in the books and the Goblet of Fire film. In Deathly Hollows the filmmakers decided to make the tent much more spartan, which I get, it fits with the mood, but would make it really hard for any of this to work. It also makes no sense. This is a good illustration of what I'm working with: https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=cjG7QP5IL8c Thank you so much for reading! I have more chapters in the pipeline I'll be posting on Friday!

Hello all who choose to check this topic out. I am wanting to do a new role play with someone, or multiple people, in a already existing world. I am wanting to do an adult baby fanfiction roleplay where we pick a fictional world, such as Avatar, Fairy Tail, AoT, ect, and create our own characters and develop a story in it adding in adult baby elements. Here is what I am looking for in this 1) I would like in deph characters, with traits, roles, and personalities, with room to develop. So no characters just called mom or brother. 2) I would like to do this with someone willing to communicate so we can keep on the same page on the RP. 3) Replies should be three sentences minimum. You don't need to make an entire page in your reply but I DO NOT want one word replies. 4) I will only be adding the AB fetish in this and maybe some light BDSM but if you would like to add in another fetish please run it by me first. Explain what fetish you are wanting and how you would like it used. I have not decides what world I would like this to be in so if you have any suggestions let me know here or PM me.