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  1. Chapter 1 Rejection hurt the most when it came in multitudes. Daniel Aster prided himself in his resiliency and independence. He didn’t care what any authority told him, he could bounce back from any criticism. If a critique held merit, he’d listen, and if it just broke him down without purpose, he’d ignore it. He knew he had power, and he knew that with the right training, he could control that power. He was a master warlock in the making. The first rejection slip that came on his doorstep, delivered by a curiously intelligent Peregrine Hawk, he ignored. There were over a dozen great Warlock schools across all eight continents. (Maybe Mundanes thought there were seven continents, but they hadn’t figured out indoor plumbing until the 19th century, so what did they know?) and plenty of smaller private institutions. It didn’t matter if one said no. The second slip, he laughed it off. ‘Fundamentally incapable of controlling power’ may have been a note in both papers, but what did that matter? He knew his control was a weak point, it just took one administrator to see that it could be improved, that it wasn’t hopeless. Besides, they saw his strengths, didn’t they? Good results on written exams, high levels of magical attunement–if it wasn’t for piss poor control, he’d have been a cinch. Eight rejection letters made his confidence waver. He now had a stack of forty. So many letters that they made his waste paper bin overflow, so many that animal control had been called to complain about the bird poop spattering cars in front of his home–bird messengers were traditional, but perhaps a bit inconvenient. When he got to be High Warlock, he’d see about getting official communication channels equipped with telephones and pagers. If he got to be High Warlock. You didn’t get elected to top positions without a prestigious degree to your name. For all his confidence, he admitted needed education, practice, and a good teacher. Nobody became a master on their own; even Merlin had learned from the fae. Only…that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t just need a teacher, he needed remedial classes, maybe a tutor–the kind of education he could only get with a lot of money or a top-tier school. He was like a toddler who’d never learned to walk while his bones were growing, and now required physical therapy to catch up; he knew he had the capacity but he couldn’t stand up to prove it. And with forty academies–public, private, long lasting institutions and barely-accredited night schools–all insisting he was unfit to be a warlock at all, Daniel had to admit that maybe they were right. Maybe. Lying on his bed, Daniel weighed his options. Give up, find a private tutor, bribe his way in–or keep digging for another school that he hadn’t already applied to. Maybe he could make an appeal to his upbringing–his dad had been Mundane, not a lick of magic in him. Only his mom had power, but naturally, she was a witch. Women’s magic worked off the same fundamentals as men’s, but the nuances were vastly different; Warlocks worked alone, with lightning responses and raw strength no witch could manage, witches pooled their magic into covens that operated more slowly but with more delicacy, more staying power. It was like the old saying–If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together. Warlocks were fast. Or…they were in theory. Daniel had learned the basics of magic early, but he wasn’t fast, and nothing his mom had taught him had built speed. The catch-22 made him reel–he needed a teacher to get the speed and precision of a true Warlock, but his current abilities were so low that no school would take him. While he pondered this, another hawk smacked into his window, flopping onto the wrought-iron fire escape outside his apartment. He winced, walking over to open it, while the bird gave him an annoyed look. “I keep my space tidy,” he said, rolling his eyes as he untied the letter from around its neck, allowing himself to feel a spark of hope. “Not my fault you can’t tell clean glass from open air.” The hawk gave a croaking little caw, giving him a side-eye that seemed to say, ‘I’m better than you.’ Even the birds were looking down on him today. Once the note was in his hands, the bird squawked, flapped its wings, and took off to the skies once more. “Okay,” Daniel said, turning over the letter in his hands. “Let’s see what we’ve got…Berrier University.” A distance-learning outfit, Berrier had been just about his last choice for application, but it was at least a choice. He didn’t need to attend for the full course–he could enroll for a semester, get enough proof that he could handle his shit, and take those grades to a real school. He just needed his foot in the door. Holding his breath, he slid the envelope open and withdrew the note inside, mumbling the words as he read it aloud. “Dear Mr. Aster, We regret to inform you–” Something was wrong with the note; after reading those first eight words, all the letters turned blurry and illegible. He knew what the note said by heart, anyways. ‘Your control isn’t good enough, you aren’t fast enough, you don’t have the potential to be a warlock–you’ve got good grades on paper, go find work as an enchanter or something, maybe get a job teaching.’ And the message between the lines: ‘You’ll never be a real magician, so take the crumbs you can get. You just don’t have what it takes.’ “Dammit,” Daniel snapped, crumpling the note in his hand and tossing it into his trash bin. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. Annoyed, he snapped his wand–a stubby little thing with an ergonomic grip–off his desk and sent a shower of sparks at the note. It flopped into the air, overcorrected, and soared past the bin again. He tried the spell again, and it this time flew straight up, no closer to being thrown away than if he’d left it to sit. On the third time, he spat out a word and flicked his wand and–instead of levitating the paper–set it on fire. Eyes widening a fraction, Daniel blurted, “Shit,” and ran over, stomping out the flame before it could spread. He stared down at the ashy pile. (Goddammit.) (God fucking dammit.) (Are they right about me?) Grimacing, he went to get a dustpan and clean up the mess. A cleaning spell would have been faster, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was confirm the worst belief he held about himself. He did have the potential, though. Daniel knew his strengths, and he knew his flaws–he was impulsive, he acted too quickly, he could be too stubborn for his own good. But he had a well of power inside him, one he could feel deep down in his core, the kind of power that warlocks of legend could only dream of. Maybe he was a little cocky, too, but who ever heard of a passive warlock? “Screw them,” he said aloud. “I’m going to get into one of these schools, one way or another.” He wondered about cheating, but that wouldn’t help either. Even if he found a way to pretend to be able to do things he couldn’t, he’d be found out too quickly; he needed something that would get him trained, not just that would get him in the door. His control was that bad–and, being honest, he couldn’t blame it fully on being taught the basics by a witch. Many witches, his mother included, had better control than him even though that was miles away from their field of expertise. And… And… And that gave him an idea. Sitting down, he picked up the phone from his desk, punching in his mom’s number on the hard plastic buttons. It rang twice, and then– “Daniel!” she said, excitedly. “How are you, sweetie? Everything still going okay in Seattle? Have you found a job yet? A girlfriend?” “I told you, I’m just here until I get accepted into college,” he said, scratching his chin. “Why look for a job when I’m leaving in a few weeks?” He heard her click her tongue, a noise she made when she was thinking. “Right, right–it’s just, you never call, how am I supposed to know what’s going on in your life?” “I’m calling right now!” He rolled his eyes. “Look, I was just curious–do you have your old records from when you were studying at Alphebeta?” “I’m sure I’ve got them somewhere,” she said. “Why?” He didn’t detect a hint of suspicion in her tone. Perfect. “For filling out one of these applications–I think it might help. Could you send that over?” There was a way to get the education he needed. If witches had better focus than him, he’d just go learn from witches. His poor control wouldn’t stop him from getting enrolled, and he could fake the rest. Daniel just had one obstacle to overcome: Alphabeta–and, for that matter, any other witches’ school in the world–was an all girls school. Of course it was; ‘all witches’ and ‘all girls’ were practically synonyms. Still, he had a way around that, too. He’d just need his mom’s records, a little sleight of hand, and a dress.
  2. Cover Art by Flashy Flesh Chapter One “Congratulations–I couldn’t be happier for you.” Michelle’s promise was true, even as she hid a wash of emotions behind a smile, hoping that the cheer of the party would hide her jealousy. Candice deserved this as much as anyone, and Michelle wouldn’t spoil things for her friend even if the whole situation made her burn with envy. Candice didn’t seem to notice any of the mixed feelings. The gifts in Michelle’s hands distracted her; while they were the same size, one box was wrapped in bright, colored paper, decorated with teddies and balloons, while the other was plain, tasteful, and held shut with only a black ribbon. It was the custom for Little Showers: One gift for the caregiver, the other for the newly Little. “Thank you,” Candice replied, tucking her Little’s gift under one shoulder while she pulled at the ribbon on her own parcel. “I just can’t believe it–I’d just started looking for my own Little, and the perfect boy just about fell in my lap!” “I’m so happy for you.” Michelle’s words came through tight lips–she’d wanted one for years, but nothing had worked. Personal ads got nothing, Mommy & Daddy sites only got her messages from people assuming she was Little, and good luck spells seemed only to impact those around her, never her. Three of her friends had ended up as caregivers–two of them were even at the party, sipping wine next to the refreshment table while their Littles played patty-cake in the corner. Opening the gift, Candice’s smile grew–it was a digital display encased in purple plastic, speaker and microphone built into the base. “A baby monitor!” “The camera is in your Little’s box,” Michelle explained, nodding to the other gift. “Just because he used to be grown up doesn’t mean he won’t need supervision, after all.” “Oh, don’t I know it! It seems like I can hardly turn my back without my little Sammy getting into trouble–you’d think all he knows how to do is rub his diapers,” Candice laughed, and a few others within earshot joined in the good-natured chuckling. “Or, well–rub them and fill them, of course.” As though on cue, the star of the party waddled into the room–slim and almost a foot taller than his new Mommy, Sam Franklin–that is, ‘Sammy’, now that he’d been adopted–looked positively adorable. A wet diaper sagged between his thighs, evidence of his recently-revoked potty train, and his T-shirt had a print of ‘Mommy’s Little Dump Truck’ on it, with a cartoon excavator below the letters. It was bad form to ask what’d regressed him, but given his slight glower, Michelle guessed it hadn’t been by choice. Then again, maybe he was just cranky because he needed a change. “Candice,” he mumbled. “Can I–” “Mommy,” Candice corrected. “You know that, silly boy.” “Mommy,” he said, nodding quickly. “Can I please just have a change?” The new mommy beamed, and Sammy realized his mistake too late when she said, “Of course, sweetie! Just lie down, okay?” “But–” Sammy began, eyes widening as he took in the number of guests. At least they weren’t friends of his, none of them had known Sammy when he’d been grown-up. “I–” “You wanted a change,” Candice repeated. “So lie down.” (Definitely not by choice,) Michelle thought, her jealousy tempered as she watched it. This wasn’t what she wanted–a brat who’d argue, an involuntary Little who’d ended up that way by manipulation or magic or legal mandate. She wanted someone who’d accept her care. Part of her struggles with acquiring her own Little had come from her pickiness, wanting someone who’d fit her just right. If she simply put together a hex jar to sap away some unfortunate guy’s potty training and autonomy, then swooped in to adopt him, he’d resent her forever. She wanted a boy who’d depend on her, and who’d thank her for the care she gave. A toy she could play with, certainly, someone she could show off to her friends, but if she had to argue with him, if he refused her instructions out of a misplaced sense of maturity, that’d spoil the fun. So, while Candice forced Sammy to lay down and made a show of changing his diaper in front of everyone, Michelle sank back, debating whether she could leave the Little Shower early without it being a faux pas. She wasn’t the only one standing back. The other Littles had turned to watch the show, giggling as Sammy fussed, but a young Daddy seemed almost as uncomfortable as Michelle felt. His own Little girl was clearly pleased with her lot–she didn’t cry or fuss except when she lost her favorite pacifier–and Michelle guessed he wasn’t thrilled about seeing a Little in distress. Aside from him, only one other person was standing back–a young man with a bit of stubble and a rounded-off build. Physical features aside, he caught her attention for one reason: He had a thumb in his mouth. It was only for a moment. He wasn’t sucking his thumb, Michelle realized, waving it off as a bit of wishful thinking that’d caused her to hallucinate what she’d wanted to see–he’d just had his thumb near his lips. A second later, though, her wishes were reignited as she caught him running the finger over his paper plate, picking up all the last remnants of frosting before sticking his thumb right back in his mouth, licking the sweet leftovers clean. That gave Michelle an idea. A wonderful idea. She didn’t need to find a Little, and she didn’t need to hex someone to be against his nature. All she needed was to find the right boy, and give him the right push. Walking up to the stranger, she opened her posture to him–not saying hello, waiting for him to greet her. The guy wiped his thumb off on a napkin, smiling at her. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said, offering his dubiously-clean hand to shake. “I’m Jamie.” “It’s nice to meet you, Jamie,” Michelle replied, sizing him up. He had brown hair that fell in subtle curls around his shoulders–probably going for a subtle ‘punk’ or ‘alternative’ look to match his leather jacket, but she saw the seed of adorable pigtails, or perhaps braids. His eyes were brown puddles, full of emotion and curiosity, the kind she’d expect from a poet or perhaps an explorative baby. “How do you know Candice?” “Coworkers,” he explained, giving an obvious glance back at the snack table as he considered another slice of cake. “We’re both in sales.” “Sales, hmm?” Michelle asked, moving to cut a slice and slide it onto his plate, curious how he’d react to being served. “You must be pretty persuasive, hmm?” He didn’t even seem to notice, accepting her un-asked-for help with nothing except a smile at the sudden presence of cake. “You could say that.” He was perfect. “Well–oh, hold on,” Michelle started, reaching out, brushing the side of his jacket and pinching a hair between her fingers as she did. “You had frosting on your jacket, I didn’t want it to ruin the leather.” “Oh, it’s faux-leather,” Jamie replied with a shrug. “But…thanks.” “You’re welcome,” she replied, pretending to reach for her phone to check the time while actually tucking the long strain of brown hair away so she couldn’t lose it. Tilting his head, he asked, “What were you saying before? About being persuasive?” “Oh, yes.” Michelle gave him a sultry smile. She had the plan, now she just needed the man. “Do you think you could persuade a girl to give you her phone number?” ... Hey there! I'm trying out a new name - I'm keeping around 'Peculiar Changeling' as my screen name most places, but I want to run with 'Penn Canon' as the thing I put on my books and sign my work with and stuff! It just feels nicer as a Name, y'know? Anyway, I hope you like this story - it's ten chapters, and it's completely written, so I'll be releasing it publicly over the next couple weeks. Expect a chapter every day or two. If you want to support my writing, a couple bucks a month can really go a long way - and I offer a bunch of stories in early and exclusive access, plus discounts on commissions (like this one)! -Penn https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling Written as a commission
  3. A while back I tried to write a sissy/feminisation story but had my work cut out and it ended up being a bit too big of a task for me but I’m still keen to write something along those lines, so I’m giving it another try with a different story. Here it goes. Also wanted to try a story where I link to real life items of clothing etc. I’m based in the UK so sorry if anyone can’t see the websites due to being in different countries! ———————— Neighbour’s Paradise Chapter 1 “Elliott I’m just about to leave for work! Have a good day and please get out of the house and don’t sit in your room all day!” Elliott’s mum Penny shouted as she unlocked the door and took one step onto the porch. “Okay see you later mum!” Elliott replied as he lifted his headphones off his head. Elliott is an 18 year old boy from northern England who had just finished college and was soon to be heading to university in London in a few months time. He is a quiet boy with few friends and was generally seen as a bit of a ‘weirdo’ at school and college. Puberty didn’t hit him particularly hard so he had little to no facial hair, stood just over 5ft 5in and sported longer dirty blonde hair that reached just below his ears. He wore baggy skater clothes and didn’t care too much for how he looked. Elliott paused the YouTube video he was watching and quickly ran out of his room and into the spare bedroom, where he could get a view of the driveway infront of his house. He peered over the top of the window ledge and saw his mum’s silver BMW reverse off the drive and down the road. ‘Yes!’ he said to himself as he rushed back into his room and prepared to leave the house. He turned off his iPad, gave his hair a quick comb and bolted downstairs and quickly laced up his vans trainers. Before you knew it he was out of the door and heading to the house directly across the road from his. As he crossed the road he looked both ways to see if anyone had spotted him crossing and thankfully the coast was clear, it was a quiet morning and there were no other nosy neighbours or dog walkers to be seen. Elliott walked up the driveway of the quaint semi-detached house adorned with flower beds below the windows displaying in-bloom and colourful flowers. He reached the front door and pressed the doorbell, which chimed elegantly. He could see a silhouette getting closer through the frosted glass panels of the front door. “Oh hello Elliott nice to see you! Come on in” said a tall, brown haired lady who was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, peach colourful sports leggings and a dark blue cooking apron. “Hello Liz nice to see you” Elliott politely replied. He stepped into the house as Liz closed the door behind him. “So… how long do we have today?” Liz asked Elliott as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Well I’ve not got anything planned today and mum is at work until at least 6pm so all day!” Elliott replied excitedly. “Lovely stuff, shall we get started then?” Liz suggested. “Sounds good to me” Elliott replied back. Liz then put her other hand on Elliott’s other shoulder and led him up the stairs. As Liz followed she excitedly squeezed his shoulders, which made Elliott feel an intense warmth inside. They both reached a closed door with a flower plaque on. Elliott let Liz pass him and she plucked a key from her apron pocket and unlocked the door. As she opened it Elliott could see a pink light emerge from the door as it slowly opened. They both entered what appeared to be a girls bedroom. The walls were covered in flower wallpaper and the there was a bed with Cinderella bedsheets on, closed pink polka dot curtains and opposite the bed was a large table with a padded cushion on top and draws underneath. “You know what to do by now sweetheart” Liz said to Elliott before turning around and opening the cupboard. Elliott got to work, he took off both his t-shirt and baggy cargo shorts and then jumped up onto the large table and then removed his socks, leaving just his green underwear on. He scooched back and laid down on the slightly cold plastic cushion. “There we go all be- Elliott! I thought you knew to take off all your clothes! Don’t worry I’ll deal with that.” Liz said as she walked over to the table carrying a large folded plastic square. It was the unmistakable sight of a nappy: Elliott’s face went red and his crotch began to stir with excitement. Liz placed the nappy beside him and she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked them down. He voluntarily lifted his legs as she slid them down. “Won’t be needing these for a while! They are yucky and way too boyish for you” Liz teased as she threw them on top of the pile of his clothes. “Let’s get you into something more suitable”. Liz then slid the nappy under Elliott’s hairless bum and she got to work powdering him and slathering his private parts in nappy rash cream. Before he knew it the nappy was being lifted over his penis and strapped tightly in place. “Much better! Sit up and hang your legs over the changing table for me” Liz said as she held his hands and lifted him up. Elliott obliged and dangled his legs off the tall table. Liz then picked up a pair of pink tights and a white camisole: Liz helped Elliott into the camisole and then began sliding the tights up Elliott’s legs until she reached just below his knees. “Come on then up you get” Liz said as she lifted him off the table and onto his feet. She towered over him so she made light work of picking him up. Liz then slid the tights over his knees and then over the top of his thick colourful nappy before stopping just below the waistband for the nappy. Liz then quickly returned to the cupboard before turning around and revealing Elliott’s outfit for the day: She quickly pulled it over Elliott’s head and then pushed it down into position. It fell just above the knee so whenever Elliott sat down or bent over his nappy underneath his pink tights would likely be on full display. Liz then added the final touch by stepping behind Elliott and putting his hair long hair into two pigtails either side of his head with two pink scrunchies. “There we go, much better! Give me a spin” Liz asked. Elliott span around twice quickly, his dress lifted to reveal his padded bottom. He then grabbed the bottom of the skirt and nervously swayed side to side. “Thank you!” Elliott quietly said softly. “Thank you what?” Liz questioned him. “Thank you nanny” Elliott quietly replied. “That’s okay, let’s go downstairs and get you some breakfast. Come on cutie” Liz said as she picked out a pink dummy and placed it in Elliott’s mouth: “Good girl, baby Ellie” Liz cooed as she led the dress and nappy clad boy out of the bedroom and downstairs, crinkling with every step.
  4. Chapter 1: The Cuckhold “Ugh, Charles. What the fuck are YOU doing back this early”, Callie said breathlessly as she looked at him with disgust. She was straddling a big muscular dude reverse cowboy so she was facing the door. He could see she was sweaty and her pussy was red and dripping around his huge rock hard cock. He had come home and heard her moaning loudly in his bedroom. They were on his bed. His sheets. A picture of him and her together taken last summer on the nightstand. “Oh my… oh god… Cass… I …oh GOD!” he stammered, in shock, tears coming to his eyes. “Oh shut the fuck up!... ugh!”, she said as she she slid him out of her and sat on the bed beside the guy. “Another fucking ruined orgasm because of YOU!”. “Get the fuck out. I’m busy here.”, she rubbed the guys rock hard 9” cock as she said this. “Go stay in a hotel tonight!”. The look of distain on her face hit him in the gut. “But… It’s my apartment..”, he spit out. “Jesus, do want me to get Dan here to fuckin throw you out?!”, she spit. “GO!”. The “dude” was laying there with a wet throbbing hardon, looking at him with an expression that said, “Try me, pussy”. He turned around and stumbled out of the apartment building and down to the parking lot crying. He started his car and drove aimlessly until he pulled into the nearest shitty low budget motel. He sat in his car in the motel parking lot weeping. ---- He checked into his room and laid on the bed in the fetal position. He got under the covers and set his alarm for work tomorrow. He was crying. The scene played out over and over in his head. He thought about how their relationship had deteriorated over the last year and how she had become more and more mean and dismissive of him. She kept reminding him how she was out of his league and how he was lucky she ever talked to him. He felt like such a loser. He didn’t do anything!! He just rolled over like a wimpy little cuck. Let Dan continue fucking her in HIS bed…. Oh god… he cried about what a loser he was. Then his mind wandered. He pictured her sweaty and writhing, riding his big cock, until she came to a screaming orgasm – something he had not been able to do for her for the last year with his pathetic little 3” micro-penis. He masturbated his little cucked baby dick furiously in the fetal position picturing this until he jizzed all over himself and fell a sleep in the seedy hotel bed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 – The “Problem” When he woke up the next morning and felt all clammy and caught a strong wiff of pee smell all around him Oh shit!. WTF??? He had pissed the hotel bed in his sleep. He realized the maid was knocking at the door and he was an hour late for work… the alarm was beeping but he didn’t hear it. “Clean the room, Sir?”, the maid said through the door. He was panicking. “OK…. Uhm, ahh, please give me another half hour please!”, he yelled. He stood there horrified. The events of last night came back to him. He felt like such a pathetic little man-boy. “oh God…”, the thought. He jumped into the shower and got ready for work… he didn’t want to check out as he didn’t know if he’d be going home tonight or not. His mind told him “It’s “Dan’s” house now you little cuck loser. He would just have to leave the wet sheets for the maid and hope she wasn’t around when he got back from work so he wouldn’t have to feel the shame. --- He couldn’t concentrate on work. He was at his desk just replaying everything that had happened in the last 12 hrs. His life had been turned upside-down. What the hell was he going to do? It was completely fucked. His mind was a jumble. His phone rang suddenly. He felt a squirt of pee shoot into his briefs. “Oh my god, no…” he thought. He answered,… it was his boss asking him to come into his office immediately . He nervously walked to the bosses office hoping that his briefs had absorbed the pee and that none could be seen on the front of his tan kakis … he’d been wearing the same cloths since yesterday as well and he thought he could sense that everyone noticed. Charlene, the bosses secretary looked at him with distain as he approached. “He’ll see you now”. She looked him up and down and he felt his baby dick shrink further into his belly at her disgust at his pathetic-ness. He walked into his bosses office. “Look Andrews”, he said sourly, “An hour late?... pfft… You know I’d LOVE to fire you, right?... PLEASE give me one more excuse”. He stood their being berated for the next 5 minutes. Drifting off and thinking about the events of last night. “Are you listening?!?”, his boss raised his voice sharply. He started. He felt a small amount of poop slip out of his asshole and lodge itself between his cheeks. “Oh Jesus Christ”, he thought, panicking. “Ok, uhm Dean, I’m super sorry…. Uh I have a teams meeting in 3 minutes… uh.. I have to go.”, he stammered. He slipped out of the office quickly his boss exclaiming surprisedly…. He made his way to the men’s bathroom, trying to clench his butt cheeks together. He ran into a stall and pulled his pants down … his knees trembling together, little dick trembling between his skinny legs. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up the poo between his bum cheeks… it had already stained his briefs and he hoped no one would notice the smell. He sat down on the toilet, his head in his hands and wondered what the hell was going on ?... How could his life get any worse? Just then, his phone dinged with a text, he squealed a bit with a girly noise, a bit more poo dropped into the toilet. It was a text from Cassie. “Hey. I’m gonna move in with Dan now, obviously. I need the apartment for a couple more days. I’m away this afternoon… you can come by and get some stuff then. I’m taking your TV, stereo and bed with me. Please be gone when I get back tonight. Also Dan fucked me so hard I think it started my period!... I need you to go pick me up some tampons and leave them here for me on the counter.” She accompanied this with a selfie photo of her and Dan naked in his bed. She was rubbing Charles’s toothbrush on Dan’s wet dick… getting his cum all over it. Charles’s little pathetic dick got hard seeing this and he felt completely humiliated. He snuck out of work early and headed to the CVS to get Cassie’s tampons before heading home.
  5. “SPIDER!” my little sister Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs. “STOP SCREAMING!” I screamed back at her before running over and killing the damn spider. “Look, just go downstairs and look through some of the stuff down there!” Annabelle was 8 years old and had a very high pitched scream that I absolutely could not stand. So far that had been her 4th time screaming her head off and I would rather clear out this attic myself than to hear her scream near me one more time. Why are we cleaning the attic? Well because we're selling my grandmas house. About 5 months ago my grandma got really sick and died just 2 weeks later. It was a very sad time for us all. Anyway, my mom couldn't afford to keep both our hose and my grandma's house so she decided to get everything out and go through it. Some stuff we are selling, some were giving to goodwill, and some were keeping. My sister was in tears after I yelled at her but what do you expect? A 16-year-old brother can only handle so much screaming. But Annabelle did climb down the ladder leading to the attic crying so it wouldn't be so bad. Mom might be a little mad at me for yelling at her but even she knows how much of a pain it can be to hear my sister scream. I was about to get back to taking stuff down the ladder when I suddenly heard something slam shut. Looking back I could see the door to the attic had closed shut. Shit! I went over and tried to reopen the door but it wouldn't budge. Whoever made it, made it so that it can only be opened from the outside. “Perfect,” I whisper as I pulled out my phone to text my mom. She had a few things to do today so she left the two of us here to clear out the attic. ‘Hi mom, Annabelle’s screaming was getting on my nerves so I sent her downstairs. She must have accidentally knocked the ladder and now I'm stuck up here.’ I texted my mom. ‘Ok, I'm almost done with my shopping and I'll be back in 30 minutes.” she texted me back. great, stuck up here with nothing to do. My grandma doesn't have internet and my phone doesn't have any apps so I'm already bored. Not long after that, I hired the phone ring downstairs. Most likely mom checking on Anna. I take a look over at the boxes still up here and I decided to open a few and see whats inside. Maybe I could find something cool and call dibs on it. the first box had nothing but clothes in it, the next had old photos, and finally the last I checked actually had stuff in it! Most of it was old junk that I wouldn't have any use for. But it was still neat to look at some of it. Then I noticed something, a little pink box. I grabbed it and just looked at it. Out of everything in the box this one looked a little out of place. As I opened it, I let out a small giggle. It was a pink diaper with the word ‘princess’ on the front. On the back was just a large red hart. “Why was this up here?” I asked myself before tossing the diaper and continued to look through my grandma's stuff. But then I heard something, a small rustling sound, was it a rat!? I quickly turn around to see nothing. Then I hear the rustling again and I turned to look at the attic door. But again nothing was there, well except for the diaper. Just then I realized the rustling sound must have been the diaper. but what I didn't realize was it wasn't in the spot I tossed it at. I decided I should actually pick it up and put it back in the box before mom gets back. As I walk over and try to pick it up however the diaper suddenly leaps into the air and clamped onto my face! What the fuck! I immediately start fracking out as I try to pull the diaper off my face when I suddenly fall down. “Ow,” I say as I rub my head and release the diaper is off my face but notice it's trying to make its way into my pants! I immediately grab onto it and tried as hard as I could to pull on it, but It just would not budge! I might be scrawny but I can't be this week! But my hands slip and the diaper went right into my pants. I quickly stand up as I feel the diaper moving around in my underwear! I immediately pull down both my pants and underwear just as the diaper tapes itself onto me and started releasing a thick pink smoke! “What the hell!” I yell out before I start coughing and I close my eyes. With my eyes closed, I didn't see my clothes began to disappear and soon replaced by different clothes. When I finally was able to open my eyes I screamed as I looked down. I now had knee-length socks and black shoes. My pants were gone and I was now wearing a pink frilly skirt that only covered half of the pink diaper. My shirt was replaced with a short-sleeved pink shirt that didn't even cover my bellybutton with a red vest red ribbons over it. And if I had a mirror I would see that my dark hair has turned into a light pink color with a small ow sicking out the side of my head! “W-w-what the…” I said weakly as my body starts shaking slightly. "What the hell was going on here!" I then began pulling at everything, trying as hard as I can to remove any of it! “You can't take me off.” I heard someone say and I immediately jumped and began looking around. “Who said that?” I asked as I saw no one else around me. “I am Pardie,” the voice said again. “Where are you!” I asked. “Look down.” the voice said and when I did all I could see was the diaper. “What do you mean? All I see is the diaper.” I tell the voice. Suddenly the diaper began to swell and get bigger forcing my legs apart! “I am the diaper.” the voice said before deflating back to the original size. (the name pardie is diaper with the letters changed around) “T-this can't be happening,” I say as I really start to freak out. “Ow, but it is princess, and now it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me and suddenly the diaper began letting out even more smoke. “NOT AGAIN!” I yelled as I closed my eyes and began coughing again. When the smoke finally subsided and I was finally able to breathe again I opened my eyes to see I was no longer in the attic anymore. “WHAT THE HELL!” I screamed as I began to freak out. “THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I was now inside an empty room with only a single window and a door. “Welcome to you castle princess,” Pardie said to me. “IM A BOY NOT A PRINCESS!” I screamed at the diaper and realized I'm losing my mind. There's no way I'm screaming at a talking diaper, or magically been taken somewhere else. “This has to be a dream. Ya, I must have slipped when I was picking up the diaper and hit my head.” I told myself. “You still don't believe this is real?” pardie asked. “Of course not!” I screamed. “Who in their right mind would think diapers could talk!” Suddenly I felt the diaper suddenly get really tight as it began shrinking! At first, it wasn't that bad, hell I figured it would just pop off as soon as it got small enough. But no, it soon felt like there was a vise clamped onto my nuts! Soon I was screaming in pain. “Do you believe this is real now princess?” pardie asked. “YES!” I screamed just wanting the pain to be over and thankfully the diaper went back to normal. “What is going on here?” I asked the diaper as soon as the pain in my crotch went away. “You are here to save your kingdom princess.” pardie told me. “What kingdom?” I asked and suddenly heard screaming coming from outside the window. I immediately ran over to the window and looked outside and my jaw dropped. I was in some sort of tower looking down at a vast beautiful city. But with a closer look, I could see people running around screaming as buildings were lit on fire. Then I saw the case of the fire, a large lion with goat horns was breathing fire! “Princes, it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me as I nearly pissed my diaper. ____________ hi! ^.^ I hope you like this first chapter. I've been pretty busy so I haven't had much time to write but I've been wanting to post this for a while. I want to give a shout out to skipek1 (from DeviantArt) who asked me to make a transformation story. and to Redwelch2222 who helped me with a little bit of the world building that will be in the next chapter. this is my first real original story not based on anything already. hope you all like it!
  6. "4 years, you've evaded me, but I finally got you back!" A 17 year old woman with long black hair and glasses says while walking up to a large tank. Inside was a large bright pink velociraptor, unconscious and floating in a light blue liquid and covered in tubs and sensors. At the age of 13, the super genius Brittany had built herself a laboratory and her first major experiment was to make her very own dinosaur! Just like the ones she seen in the movies! So she created a Velociraptor, made it pink, and made it smart. A little too smart… "You ruined my dream of owning a pet dinosaur when you ran away. but now I'll make sure you can never escape me again," they say as the they walk over to a large computer. "Computer, activate project: Pink 2.0" : Affirmative, bioaugmentation in process… Error, the task can not be completed.: the computer tells its master. "What! What do you mean it can not be complete!” Brittany shouted at the computer. : It appears to be a bug in our system. Attempting to identify.: the computer tells them as it starts scanning itself. : Bug found. Receiving message: On the computer screen, a pixelated pink dinosaur appears. Pixel pink : Hello master, if you see this, you must have caught the real me. Don't worry. I planned ahead and bugged your computer to give my friends a chance to free me. Too bad you won't be able to stop me!: the computer bug sais before blowing a raspberry at Brittany. "No! Computer, stop the project!" Brittany screams. : warning, stopping the project after it has started will release the subject.: "Then what are we supposed to do! That things, friends, will free it any moment!" Brittany shouted as they began to worry about what would happen if the dinosaur got out again. : observation. To free the dinosaur, its friends must select the free dino option. However, by changing the code, we could change it to a poll with multiple options. So long as something other than the "Free Dino" option has more chosen, then the dinosaur will remain confined.: "I see. That might be our only choice for now. But what should the options be?" Brittany asked. : Suggestion, continuation of project: Pink2.0 through this method." "Perfect! That just makes my revenge sweeter! I'll make its friends decide its fate!" Brittany cackled. "Computer, continue the project!" : Affirmative. Project: Pink2.0 has been activated. Please select the sex of the subject.: Male, Female, Free the dino! Brittany watched as the votes from the dinosaurs frends started to come in. at first she was worried as some picked to free the dinosaur, but then even more started to pick other options. : Confirming. Choice 2, female has secured the most votes. Beginning sex alterations now.: The computer tells Brittany. Inside the light blue tank, strange liquid began to be injected and slowly turned the blue tank pink. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” The scientist hollered as they ran to the tank to watch what transpired. At first, nothing occurred, but then my dino penis began to shrink after a few moments. Pixel pink: “nooo! My little friend! what are you doing to it!: “say goodbye to you’re, now very, little friend.” Brittany says with glee. Soon my penis shrank even more until it was no bigger than a clit before a vagina appeared between my legs. Pixel pink: “I swear you will pay for that!” “You can't fully blame me, blame all your so-called “friends”. Brittany tells the computer bug before laughing again. Pixel pink: "Dont worry, im sure they will free me with the next one! And when they do, im going to eat you!" “Oh, such a big scary dinosaur. Why dont we shrink you down a bit,” Brittany tells the computer bug with a big grin. “Computer, start the next phase!” :affirmative. Adding size choices now.” Larger-7 feet tall. Same-6 feet tall Small-5 feet tall Smaller-4 feet tall Smallest-3 feet tall. Free the dino. Once agin the votes started pouring in. though this time the votes were all split nearly evenly. "Computer! Activate the shrink ray!" the shadow figure yelled excitedly. Right beside the tank, a small ray gun-like device rose and pointed itself at my unconscious body inside the tank before zapping me with purplish energy. Within moments my 6-foot-tall body began to shrink 2 feet! Pixel Pink: "noo! Im supost to be a big scary dinosar! "Oh, you won't have to worry about that much longer. Soon, you won't even be a dinosaur," Brittany tell the computer bug. Pixel Pink: "What?" "Computer! Ready the subject!" : Right away.: the computer responded as two mechanical arms reached inside the tank I was inside and held me in place as the liquid inside drained. With the liquid gone, the only thing keeping me sedated were the needles in my body. Once the liquid was fully drained, the tank lowered into the floor, and a long padded table replaced it. Pixel pink: what do you mean I won't be a dinosaur? Nothing in your program says anything about not being a dinosaur!" "That's because I wanted to do this personally." Brittany says while walking over to my dangling body with a syringe. "Say goodbye to pink the dino, and say hello, to Pink the human!" I was injected with the syringe before they took a few steps back. It was like magic. My body began to morph and change. My arms grew longer while my legs and feet shrank and straightened out. My tail shrank until it was no longer there, and my scales began to fall off. When all was done, I looked like a 4-foot-tall, bald, and naked ken doll. Pixel Pink: "you monster! What have you done to my perfect dino body?" "Oh, we're not done yet. We still need to make you perfect." Brittany tells them. "Computer, I think it's time to give our little girl her own breasts." "As you wish, please select the breast size." Flat, AA, A, B, C, free the dino Once agin, the votes were split, with the free the dino option nearly winning, but just in the nick of time a few picked a difrent option. From the ceiling, two large syringe's the size of large cans came down above my unconscious body with needles pointed at my chest. "Now, give her the breast she needs!" Brittany exclaimed merrily. Pixel pink: "no! I dont want breasts!" The needles quickly poked at my nipples, ready to fill them with a strange green liquid inside. Brittany gazed intently at the syringes, looking forward to seeing the new mounds of flesh on my new body grow. But, the needles were then retracted, and the syringes were rased back into the ceiling. "Computer, what is the meaning of this?" they asked, furious. "I thought breasts were chosen!" : they were. Her breast has been properly injected. Her breast size is now AA.: the computer told its master. Brittany ran over to the computer before smacking their face. "Those imbeciles were so close to giving my creation C cups, but instead, they left her practically flat!" they exclaimed before looking back at my body. Sure enough, my chest did look a little puffer, almost like my chest was stung by two bees. : Pixel pink: phew….: While it wasn't the most ideal, pixel pink was at least glad its friends didn't go overboard with a large chest. Even better, they noticed free the dino was tied for second! That means they aren't all perverts trying to feminize him! Brittany sighed. "Whatever, ill give her a stuffed bra or something if needed." they then looked at my head which was still balled from the transformation. "Computer, what hairstyles are there to choose from?" : options are as follows.: Short hair, shoulder-length, twin tails, ponytail, long hair, shot and wild, long and wild. Bald, free the dino. Pixel pink sighed at votes coming in and it was clear by a mile which was going to win. From behind my chair, a large machine rose from the ground. My body was lowered slightly before the chair moved closer to the device until my scalp was inside. The machine roared to life as soon as Brittany pressed a button. If I was awake, it would have felt like someone was itching my bald scalp. After a few minutes, there was a loud chime, and my chair began to pull me away from the machine. However, what followed was waist-long pink hair with black stripes. "Such pretty hair." Brittany says as they come over to feel my newly grown baby soft hair. Pixel pink: …at least it looks like my old scales and feathers…: "Computer, begin the stylization." Brittany tells it while stepping back. The machine then produced tendril arms that held a hairbrush, sizers, hair spray, and other hair trimming needs. After brushing my hair, sizers were brought over, and my hair was cut down to a more manageable shoulder length. Two mechanical hands then began to utilize my hair by bulling it slightly and tying my hair into twin tails on either side of my head before spraying them with hair spray. "Dont you just look so precious?" Brittany says while taking a nice long look at me. "ok, computer, begin the fin…." Brittany stops when they notice my mouth is slightly open and puts their thumb onto my chin. Pixel pink: what are you doing, pervert!: But they ignored the computer bug and opened my mouth wide to look inside. Inside was long sharp teeth. The only thing remaining of me being a dino. Pixel pink: ha! You could not change all of me into a human!: "Computer, add new dental option. Find random choices to change her teeth." Brittany tells the computer. In all honesty, they didn't mind the sharp teeth too much but realized it would probably be safer if I didn't have sharp teeth all around. : as you wish.: the computer replied. Pixel pink. : NO! You can't take away my dino teeth! Anything but that!: After the hairstylist machine descended, a new machine rose from my left. : starting pre-cleaning.: the machine said as more tendril hands appeared with dental equipment. My head was tilted back to show off all of my nice sharp dino teeth. The machine did a qwick scan of my mouth before processing some data. : she has not bruised in 4 years. two cavities were found: "Oh, that's not good. You know you should be brushing your teeth." Brittany said. Pixel pink: im a dinosaur with small arms! I can't brush my teeth, dumbass!: The machine went to work using its tools to scrub my teeth clean. However, it would take a while with how bad my teeth were. "How long do I have to wait until you're done?" Brittany asked its machine. :20 minutes and 15 seconds.: the robot tells its master. "Ok, then I will be back in a moment. I need to get a drink." Brittany says as they slip into the shadows of their lab. Not long after he left, one of the machine's tentacles got caught on the tube connected to my side. The same one that was keeping me asleep through this whole process. With just a slight movement, the tube was pulled, and the needle it was connected to slid out and fell to the floor. Pixel pink immediately noticed it and began thinking of a backup plan. If it could keep the ex-master distracted, it could give the real body a chance to wake up. But how to distract them? 20 minutes later, Brittany appeared from the shadows once more. Ready to continue the process. My teeth were practically glistening from how clean they were. "Begin the next step." Brittany tells their machine. Pixel pink: please dont do this!: But Brittany just grinned at the annoying computer bug's plead. The machine raised its ray beam and fired golden energy into my mouth. Slowly, my beautiful sharp dino teeth transformed into near-perfect human teeth. Pixel pink: noooo…" it cried out now that nearly every part of my body was no longer a big strong dino but a small cute human girl. "Finally! While she isn't the way I would have liked her, she is still near perfection!" Brittany exclaimed proudly at their handy work. "Now to start the final process. Computer, begin the mind alter…." Pixel pink: wait!: "Oh, upset that you and your little friends didn't save your real self?" Brittany gloated. "Well, too bad. you lost." Pixel pink: im not giving up yet, and you have forgotten one thing.: "And what is that?" Pixel pink: you have left me completely naked! You pervert! Before going any further, at least put some clothes on me!: Pixel pink didn't actually care about the clothes. But this could be the only distraction they can think of. Brittany thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, when I wake you up for your new life, it would probably be good to have you completely ready." Brittany says as they look at my sleeping body. "Computer, add clothing options. Pick out something cute for our little girl." : as you wish.: the computer responded before selecting outfit ideas. : maid outfit has been selected.: the computer announces. "That's just perfect! soon, you'll be my cute obedient little maid.” Pixel pink: a maid! I know it's cute, but come on, you perverts! I could have picked a dino hoodie!: My natural body was scanned before tendrils lifted me into the air to get my bust, waist, and hip measurements. While collecting the data, Pixel pink knew there was one thing it had to do. With the data collected, a few machines created the clothing. After a few moments, my arms were raised as the maid dress slipped over me. The outfit was cute with a short skirt and matching stockings. But instead of the standard black and white. Pixel pink made sure the colors used were Pink and brown. At least she would look more like her dino self… If it wasn't for the brown headband, it would be hard to tell that this was a maid's dress. "Oh, dont you look so cute." Brittany says as they get a good look at their creation. "Ok, computer, time to bring this to an end. Activate the final step! Alter her mind so that she will be completely obedient to me!" Pixel pink had to work fast. There had to be some way of stalking for time. : right away, beginning preparations for, error, error.: the computer says. "What!" Brittany shouts while turning to the computer, not noticing that their shout made my body start to twitch. "What error?" : New option has been added before mental conditioning can be done. Must complete this step before moving forward.: the computer tells them. "What new option?" : choice in underwear has been added.: Brittany shouted and cursed before looking at the computer bug. 'You think you can stop me by just adding more and more options, dont you?" Pixel pink: yes, the next one will be makeup. I just hope my friends dont make me look like a clown…: "Well, too bad for you, because this will be the last option you interfere with!" Brittany tells it with a smile. "You forget, I can still start it manually with no way for you to interfere." Pixel pink: you can't do that. It's cheating!: But Brittany just laughed and walked away to manually get the equipment needed and ready. This would be Pixel's last chance. Please, real body, wake up… : diaper has been chosen.: Pixel pink: yep. I knew those pervs would pick an obvious choice.: A few tendrils distended, holding a simple white diaper in their hand. They lifted my skirt and removed the pink and brown panties I was currently wearing. My legs were raised, and the white diaper was slid under me. Pixel pink: dont forget the baby powder.: The tendrils stopped for a moment before one retreated and came back with baby powder to sprinkle on me before securely taping the diaper. "Are you done over there?" Brittany asked while carrying a helmet-like device before looking at me. "Why is she wearing a diaper?" Pixel Pink: our friends are perverts." Brittany just shook her head in annoyance. "Doesn't matter. Once im done, ill just have her put her other underwear back on," they tell the computer bug as they walk over to my body with a big smile. "Now, little one, you will be mine!" Pixel pink: NO STOP!: They ignored the computer bug and were about to place the helmet onto my head. But they were stopped when my arm shot up and grabbed their arm. "W-what? How!?" Brittany screamed as they tried to have me let go, but I held with frightening strength. "I have just one question for you," I say as I open my eyes. My still bright pink dino eyes. "This is impossible. You are supost to still be asleep!" Brittany sais, still unable to get out of my grip. That's when they finally looked down at the floor and saw the needle pumping me full of sedatives was out. "What did you do to me? And what am I going to do to you?" I asked Brittany before pulling them into them closer! After a few moments and a slight struggle. "Oh wow! I can't believe you perverts turned me into a cute little girl!" I say as I look at myself in a mirror. "Didn't Pixel ask you all to free me?" Pixel pink: I did! But hardly anyone would listen!: "Well, I guess it's fine," I say as I twirl around to see my dress fly up a bit to get a peek at my diaper. "Im cute, so I dont mind it too much. Plus, if I can be turned into this, Im sure I can be turned back. Right Brittany." I look at the chair I was sleeping on not too long ago to see the cute 17-year-old girl with long black hair and glasses in a ripped-up lab coat strapped to it. Her muffled cries went nowhere. When I woke up, I used my dino strength to quickly get her into the chair before ripping off pieces of her lab coat to tie her to the chair and cover her mouth. I walked over and removed the gag from her mouth so she could speak. "Computer! Disable anything that would turn her back into a dinosaur!" Brittany shouted before I put the gag back into her mouth. : complete. Anything that could be used to turn Pink the dinosaur back will be permanently disabled for her.: the computer responds. "Now, why did you have to do that?" I asked but just watched as she had some triumphant look. "Computer, will you listen to any of my commands?" : negative. I am programmed to only respond to my owner or her family. You are not designated as either.: the computer responded. Brittany began laughing through her gag. Even if she was in a compromised position, she still felt that she had won by making it nearly impossible for me to turn back into a dinosaur. But her laughter started dying when she saw me smiling and looking at her. "Computer, didn't Brittany make me?" I asked. : correct, she made you four years ago.: "And right now, im human, right?" : correct: "Then shouldn't that make her my mommy? Im even wearing a diaper like a good baby girl." I say with a massive grin while looking at my "mommy," freaking out now. : processing… logic is sound. Pink the dinosaur, is Brittany's daughter. You can use me as you see fit.: "MMMMM! MMMM!" Brittany screamed to try to take back control, but it was useless. "computer, grant Pixel pink full access to your systems before shutting down," I tell the computer. : affirmative.: the computer responded before doing as I commanded. Pixel pink: Ya! Now im in control!: "Now then, mommy," I say as sickly sweetly as I can as I climb on top of the chair and sit in her lap to face her. She had a horrified look as she looked at my bright, happy face. "Let's play a little game. Im going to have my friends vote on what should happen to you. If you ask them nicely, they will just have you take responsibility for making me your little baby girl. Or they will vote to have you go through everything I just went through. Knowing some of them, they will make you as cute as me or a blond bimbo with huge mommy milkers." I tell her happily. The look of fear on her face was priceless. I removed the gag and let her finally speak. "P-please! Anything but that! I-ill be good, ill turn you back, I promise! No tricks." she pleaded with me. "Oh, im not worried about that. I'll find my own way back," I tell her sweetly. "I think ill enjoy some of the perks of looking like this. But im, not the one you should be pleading with. You have until im done with this diaper to ask my friends for help." While sitting on her lap, I began to pee into the diaper she helped put me into. "NO! Please! Ok, ill take responsibility! I dont want to be a baby or a bimbo! I'll take responsibility, ill take responca…." she pleaded before I put the gag back into her mouth. "So everyone, do you think she learned her lesson, or should we punish my new mommy?" I ask with a smile while enjoying the newly wet diaper I had. I watch as the votes come in. "Wow, I can't believe how split the poll is," I say while looking at the computer screen. "Can you believe it, mommy? So many people want you to take responsibility. "Mmmmm," Brittany mumbled behind her gag. Her body relaxed a bit after worrying about being transformed, just like she did to me. "But, even more of them want to see you punished," I tell her with a big grin. "MMMM!" Brittany yelled again and tried to get free but with no luck. "Pixel, how is everything else coming along," I asked my new computer. Pixel: the old computer program shut down most of the systems, but im slowly bringing them back online. The biggest problem is that the old computer made it nearly impossible to use most of them on you again.: "That's not a problem. I can handle being small and cute for a little bit. Im sure some of my fans will like it too. Especially if I show them a picture of how cute I look." I tell the computer. "Can anything be used on mommy here?" "MMMMM!!!!" Pixel: Yes, most should still work on her. But I think I found something else you can use.: "What?" I asked. Pixel: I found the device that made the syringe that turned you from a dinosaur into a human. It can also turn humans into other stuff.: I looked at Mommy with a big smirk as she suddenly felt tiny. She was whimpering in her chair at the thought of what I could do to her. "Can it be used now?" I asked. "No, it will take some time to set up. But I should be able to have everything ready for you soon." "Well then, everyone," I say while clapping my hands. "I guess that will be all for now. But I will return soon to give mommy the punishment she deserves." Mommy began bawling her eyes out. While I rolled my eyes. "You messed with the wrong dino, Mommy," I tell her. "Anyway, while im waiting for everything to be ready, im going to explore this lab a bit. Who knows what other cool things I can find here? But first, I want to find a camera…."
  7. I am Anastasia de Jong. I am a 25 year old and I'm a tall blonde with blue eyes, and a very complex personality, but nevertheless I had a very strong mind. I was called a genius in the field of robotics and talented inventor. I invented a robot that can help all single mommies with their newborn's babies. And This is robot-nanny. I am going to present an exhibition model for buyers on the Internet. though I have not tested it yet, and banks refuse me grants to conduct experiments. I deactivate the robot and go to bed. Sleep. The morning is wiser than the evening.
  8. Pardon me if this is the wrong forum to ask, but does anyone here know of a good guide or videos for someone (me, a biological male) who wants to put on makeup for the first time? I don't have the first clue what I would need to buy or how to put it on.
  9. So I'm really not to sure where to start, but I'm 22 years old, and my whole school life has been based on the shame of this truth about me wanting to be diapered forever, especially since a particular incident in my first day of pre-school, and especially since another incident where I was 15, both incidents are two different scenarios, the preschool incident was the most embarrassing of the 2, and I'm really shy about going into it, especially when this is the first time I've ever posted on this forum, and I've finally got my mother to understand why to quit bringing up the pre-school incident where I pooped my pants in class and was repeating "Don't poop pants" later on that day, and then the incident from when I was 15 was way more different, because my father held me and my mother hostage on a high speed chase where I apparently had to pee so badly, and cried because I never wanted to think about death or wetting my skinny jeans fullblast, my father kept telling me "Just pee your pants" and I didn't want to think about it, so my crying and moaning to an extent I wished I wasn't in that car, and was at home in bed wearing an adult diaper, and being someone's adult baby, which is a thought I fell in love with, I could go into more detail about why I didn't want to think about it, because I was afraid of some awful things happening with me if I wet my skinny jeans, and for about the past month, I've been in doubt of finding someone who could diaper me forever, and baby me and nurture me like I want to be nurtured, and treat me the way I want to be treated, dress me up like a beautiful women, and show me off, take me out, change my diapers, and let me wear panties over my diaper, and just be gentle with me, and treat me the way I desire to be treated, and have my freedom to live to be myself, and I'm desperate for that special person who would take care of me like that, and some times I cry tears about the fear of never finding or meeting that special person, very desperate, and feeling like the only one who feels like this most of the time.
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