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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've decided to consolidate these little scenes into a single series of posts I'm calling Raising Husbands. New entries will appear on Patreon approximately two weeks before I post them here. _______ I do a lot of long stories (too long sometimes) and wanted to try something very short. I suspect I'll post a number of what I'm calling these short scenes, composed mostly of dialogue, in this universe I've created. Right now, I think each scene will be entirely episodic and not connected to the others. Enjoy! Date Night “What would you like to drink,” the waitress asked the two of them. “First bottle is on me,” Jess said, and ordered a Brunello. “Are we celebrating something,” Susie asked, happy Jess ordered a bottle much more expensive than what she would ever get for herself. “Of course we are: it’s Friday.” The waitress returned with the bottle and served two glasses. “Let’s drink to something,” Jess excitedly said, the glass in her hand seeming to make the weekend official. Susie raised her glass. “A toast: to babysitters.” “Damn right,” Jess laughed. “And another toast: to our husbands, without whom a Friday night out wouldn’t be nearly so special.” “Amen,” Susie added before taking another drink. “Been a hell of a week,” Jess said, shaking her head. “But it’s Friday, and Ryan is spending the night.” “Good for you. What time are you picking him up tomorrow?” “Not until lunch time.” “Ugh. Jealous. Well, I’m sure you’ve earned it.” “You don’t know the half of it,” Jess said. “Four times this week, and it’s only Friday.” “Four?” Susie was surprised but not shocked. Two was average for Jess, three not uncommon, but to have to give Ryan four spankings in a week? That was unusual. “How did he manage to get in so much trouble?” “The really amazing part is it wasn’t five. I try, seriously – you know I do – to give him a little leeway, but it’s like the seasons change and he turns into this crazy person who wants to argue over every little thing. First spanking was over making his bed, if you can believe that. At his age!” Susie didn’t see perfectly eye to eye with her friend on discipline. She knew Ryan could be a handful, but Jessica had a hair trigger on her hairbrush, and Ryan’s butt paid the price for it. “Just because he wouldn’t make the bed?” “Because of the attitude that went with it. He actually threw a pillow at me.” “You’re kidding!” “And as soon as he did it, his eyes were like saucers. He knew immediately how much trouble he was in. Why he can’t think one step ahead … anyway, it’s the same struggle as usual, trying to get him to stick to the chore chart.” “You know there’s an easier way,” Susie said knowingly, swirling the wine in her glass. “We’re just going to disagree about that,” Jess replied. “I mean, he’s yours, so you do what you think is right, but Jake is one spoiled …” As very close friends, they were comfortable with some gentle joshing. It was hardly the first time of the fiftieth they’d discussed this. “He’s not spoiled!” “You do everything for him.” “It’s not everything, and I just made a choice: I could spend as much time trying to get Jake to behave like you do with Ryan and still end up redoing whatever it is I asked him to do, or I could just do it myself in half the time.” “Fair enough. Who did you find to sit anyway?” “Liz is home for the weekend.” “Your neighbor’s daughter?” “Mhmm. She’s good with him. You know with his potty problems, well, not every sitter is willing to deal with that.” “Another problem spanking his bottom for him could help.” “It would not,” Susie said. “You always say that.” “It couldn’t hurt. Well, it wouldn’t hurt you, anyway,” Jess snickered “Leave my Jakey alone. He’s doing the best he can. You make it sound so much worse than it is. It’s not the end of the world.” Susie always underplayed how much of a problem it was, but it was true as far it went – it was a problem, and it caused other problems, but it wasn’t the end of the world that Jake still had potty issues at his age. “You're right. I’m sorry.” “So how did you get to four anyway,” Susie asked. Even if she didn’t agree with how strict her friend could be, she wasn’t judgmental about it. A lot of people, maybe even most, were pro-spanking where they lived, even if Jess was on the leading edge of the trend. Susie’s curiosity got the better of her. “Bathroom issues, as a matter of fact. In my life, I have never seen such a mess.” “What happened?” “I let him take a bath on his own. He’s been wanting to for a while and trying to convince me. We even did a trial run with me just sitting in the bathroom and him bathing himself. I finally relented and let him solo.” “Well, with you expecting him to do so much cleaning, why not clean himself,” Susie said with a chuckle. “How bad was it?” “Standing water on the floor. He said he was playing tidal wave.” “Ceiling leak?” “No, thank god. I yanked him out of the tub, sat down on the toilet and pulled him right over my knee. He was soaked, I was soaked. I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad at him.” “Maybe you should have waited until you had calmed down.” “O, trust me, I did. That was just a preview. All that did was start his crocodile tears, but when I told him, ‘We are going to clean up this mess, and then mommy is going to spank your bottom blue’ the real tears started. I mean, granted thinking ahead is not his strong suit, but what did he think was going to happen? He got a little taste of natural consequences, too.” “How’s that?” “The towels were soaked. He just had to endure being cold and naked.” Susie grimaced. “I think even I would’ve spanked Jakey if he did something like that, but don’t you think that was a little harsh?” “It was only five minutes. We got the worst of it cleaned up, and I went and got a towel from my bathroom. I warmed him up, we had a little talk, got him spanked and then straight into bed. I cleaned up the rest.” “I wish that were the sort of bathroom issue I was dealing with.” “What does his doctor say?” “To just keep working at it. It’s not …” Susie shook her head and pour another glass. “He just won’t do it away from home, and even if we are home, he won’t unless I’m there.” “Still?” Susie nodded. “He just holds it and holds it until he can’t anymore, and then he tries to hide what happened. His daycare says it can’t keep happening.” “What do they want you to do?” “Give him an enema every morning before I bring him in, which his doctor says is the worst possible thing to do. She says he won’t ever learn if we do that.” “What are the other options?” “There’s the surgery, but I don’t want to do that yet. That’s why I like Liz so much. She’s so good about handling the episodes. I mean, he trusts her so much more because of how good she is about it, she’s the only sitter he likes enough that he won’t cry when I leave. If only his daycare would be half as good about it.” “Maybe you need to find a new daycare.” “I’m not sure that would help; I could see that just making it more difficult with the new place and new people. And the episodes obviously bother the staff a whole lot more than they bother Jakey. Of course, that’s kinda the problem since he won’t tell them, but he does seem to like it there.” “Well, I know I keep coming back to this but you’ve tried rewarding Jake. Maybe it’s time…” “He’s doing his best, Jessica. Why you think that’s the solution to every problem …” “It’s how I was raised. I always knew I’d be a spanker. My mom was; she gave me spanking authority over my brothers when I was … I’m not sure, exactly. Anyway, I gave Billy a spanking just last week, too. Wasn’t even babysitting. I was just visiting, and he got told for the millionth time to stop running in the house and didn’t stop, so I snagged him right out of the air. Mom got the paddle from the kitchen and finished the job.” “I know it’s the preferred way these days,” Susie said. “I just don’t … I don’t like doing it. Guess I’m just a softie. And Jakey is so … it’s not like I’ve never spanked him.” “Well, I know you’ve given him a few swats before.” “That counts as a spanking.” “I’ve given Ryan that much for a warning.” “Jakey is more sensitive than Ryan. I mean, for heaven's sake, he’s too embarrassed to tell his daycare teacher he has a load in is pants. Give Jake a pop on the butt, and he full on sobs. Ryan lives his life like he’s the second coming of Tarzan. A pop on the butt doesn’t even get through to him.” “If only. That would have prevented the third and fourth trip he took over my knee this week.” “What happened?” “Toy store.” “Why were you buying him a toy if he was being such a pill all week?” “Carrots and sticks. I promised him if he did the dishes every night for one week without needing to be reminded, he could pick out a toy under $30. Just goes to prove he’s fully capable of remembering his chores without being told. He just doesn't because he doesn't want to.” “So toy store meltdown?” “Big time. I did my very best to calm him down. I told him we could pick a different chore for him to remember, something a little harder, and that could be his reward later. Nope. I showed him other toys. Nope.” “That’s a shame. Turning what should’ve been a nice outing into something you both regret.” “Yeah. I guess I should’ve just marched him out of there at the first whine instead of trying to salvage it … I just wanted to do something nice. Anyway, I gave him a warning swat on his reset button, and it didn’t even faze him. He paused for, like, half a second before just getting louder. Then I’m that woman in the toy store, telling him, ‘Do you want a toy, or do you want mommy to spank your naughty bottom in front of all these people?’” “Guess he didn’t choose the toy,” Susie surmised. “Doesn’t that sort of thing embarrass you?” “Spanking him in public? In another time and place, maybe, but the people at the toy store have to be used to it. I’m convinced that’s why there are three benches right in front of the store. And pretty much every woman has had that moment … What I do find is embarrassing is Ryan behaving that way. If only he were as embarrassed by his own behavior as he was by the consequences. I spank-marched him back into the mall, and that’s when he turned red and couldn’t stop stammering apologies.” “Poor little guy,” Susie commented. “I mean, I know he earned it, but it’s not entirely his fault.” “How is it not his fault,” Jess asked incredulously. “He has poor impulse control. Sometimes they just can’t help it until it’s too late.” “Right. How inconvenient for him that he always seems to remember to control his impulses right around the moment I’m unbuttoning his pants. That and when I refer to myself as ‘mommy’ is when he’s suddenly so modest and embarrassed.” Jessica shook her head. “Anyway, you know how it is. Some people stop to watch a public spanking or think it’s good for their own to watch as a warning; others just keep walking. Makes no difference. I took his pants down, got the paddle out of the diaper bag, and put him over my knee. He managed to keep his composure for about two swats.” “At least you left his diaper up.” “O no, that came down as well. Public or not, he needed a bare bottom spanking. I don’t care if he is 36. If that boy needs a bare bottom spanking, I’m gonna bare and spank that bottom likes he’s 20 years old.” “Hold on,” Susie said and took out her vibrating phone. A wide smile formed across her face, and she practically bounced in her seat in excitement. “Yes!” “What? Share!” “Jakey did it!” “Really? Aww. That’s great. What exactly happened?” “He just did it. Liz and him were playing with his cars, and he just filled his diaper right there.” “He didn’t go and hide first?” “Nope. Ugh, so proud.” Susie tapped on her phone and waited a few seconds for a reply. “And then when she asked him if he had anything to tell her, he actually told her what he’d done. Liz is a miracle worker! Any other sitter, he would’ve tried to hold it until he was in pain and then gone and hide. The only other person besides me he’ll just go around when he needs to is his mother, and not even me sometimes. I’m ordering more wine.” “Champagne. Let’s celebrate.” “Even better! Ya know, I think the last time I had champagne was when Jakey and I got married. His mother told me he was diaper-shy when we started negotiating, but I didn’t think we’d still be working on getting him over it for this long.” She let out a short sigh of contentment, flagged down their waitress and ordered a bottle of champagne. “Anyway,” she said as the waitress walked away, “you said four. That was only three.” “Sorry?” “You said the toy store incident led to spankings three and four, but that was only three.” “O. Well, I got him rediapered and walked him out of the mall, sans pants of course. He cried most of the way home, and he was quiet and sulky all through dinner. We were doing the dishes together, and as soon as we were done – can you believe this – he actually asked me if we could go back to the toy store the next day.” “You’re kidding.” “Not even a little. I explained natural consequences to him for about the billionth time and that he would not be getting a new toy this week, and that’s when meltdown number 2 started. I got the paddle right back out and bared him all over again, spanked his butt, and put him straight to bed after we had some cuddle time. To his credit, he did apologize the next day.” “You definitely got a willful one,” Susie remarked. “It’s why his mother wanted me to have him. She knew he’d need a firm hand.” “Who did you get to babysit tonight?” Susie asked because Ryan had a reputation in the neighborhood; it wasn’t so easy finding a sitter for him. “My mom.” “Hopefully he’s being an angel for her.” “Hopefully, but if history is any guide, he’s probably in a corner right now listening to Billy get a spanking and waiting for his turn. Those two get each other so wound up, it’s almost a certainty if they’re together for than an hour they’re going to get themselves in trouble.” “How old is Billy now?” “Twenty-six.” “Is your mom having any luck finding him a wife?” “it’s hard. He’s not exactly what women want in a husband these days.” “It’s so unfair. It’s not his fault he has a big penis.” Jess shrugged. “You know how much more work they can be, all the behavioral problems those men seem to have.” “I think that’s a myth. If they’re well trained by their moms and their wives keep up with the training and milk them regularly, I think they’re angels.” “Then do you want him? Mom’s been building up a pretty sweet dowry.” Susie blushed. “Um, no. Sorry. One's enough for me.” Their champagne arrived, and they raised their glasses. Jess toasted, “To Jakey. Let’s hope tonight was a breakthrough and his diaper shyness is a thing of the past.” Susie toasted, “To Ryan. May he one day go an entire week without needing a spanking.” Jessica finished her flute of champagne in a swallow. “That’s how a wife who doesn’t have to pick up her husband until lunch time drinks,” Susie joked. “Damn right. I guess we should order some food before we go back to my place.” Susie looked around the restaurant. How quiet and clean and civilized it was, not a man in sight. Much as she looked forward to telling Jakey how proud of him she was for using his diaper like a good boy, she didn’t want Break Night/Date Night to end too soon.

I am a 35 year old Anastasia Montogonery. I am a principal of college. I am a tall and blushing brunette with a strict character. I carefully monitor the discipline and all the innovations. I decided to try a new reform. Childhood treatment. I have in mind one student from 3 course, who has long been in my mind. She does not study well and skips classes regularly. And this is 18-year-old Amelia. This time I caught her in the act. She flew to college with a bag and her long pigtails scattered on the run and she literally crashed into me. "You are late miss Amy, again." I looked at my watch - "The second lesson is already ending. I'm afraid that you are punished. I am waiting for you in 15 minutes in my office."

I'm lucky enough to have found a girlfriend who shares my love for the AB/DL scene. With everything going on in the world we needed to find creative ways to supplement our income. One of the ways we came up with is to make some 'home movies' and do photo shoots. We have the first few episodes written, but we want to know what y'all think before we actually start filming. So… here is a little sample… The script for episode I of 'Blackmail Baby' BLACKMAIL BABY Episode One FADE IN A man and a woman are standing in a small office. The man is wearing a shirt and tie, the woman a ladies business suit. She is holding a large manilla envelope. The safe safe is open, and the computer screen is open to the surveillance system, but all the feeds read 'no signal'. Chris "Alright then. So I should call the police, and let them know I just caught someone stealing from the company safe?" Sarah "I wasn't stealing, I just…" Chris "You just what? You didn't think anybody would notice that much money missing? The bosses have already been talking about the cameras going in and out. How long do you think it will take them to figure out it happens on nights you close. I just need to make one little phone call, and they will have…" Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. Sarah "Okay!!! Wait!!! Just wait. I'll do anything." Chris "Oh yeah… anything?" Sarah "Yes! Yes. Anything. Just put your phone away. I'll put the money back." Chris "Okay. But remember. You said anything. And if you don't keep your word, the bosses are only one text away. I'd clear your schedule this weekend. You and I are going to be hanging out. Good thing it's already Friday." The flash on Chris's phones camera goes off, before he puts it back in his pocket. FADE IN To a nice apartment. Obviously decorated by a woman of finer tastes. Sarah is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands, looking not so happy. Chris enters with a few bags in hand, and sets them next to a few other bags already sitting on the floor by the coffee table. Chris "Okay. I think that's everything. Hey don't look so sad. We're gonna have fun. At least I'm letting you finish your wine." Sarah "It has to be this? I really don't…" Chris "Yes mamm. You said anything I want. This is what I want. Besides I already spent all this money on your outfit and stuff. Now hurry up and finish that wine. I already told you, little baby girls don't get to have big girl drinks. You're lucky I'm letting you finish that one." He starts to rummage through the bags, pulling out a few things from each one, and setting them on the coffee table. She downs the last of her glass of wine. Sarah "Okay. Okay. Let's get this over with. It can't be worse than going to jail… I guess." Chris "That's the spirit. Okay then little baby, let's get those silly big close off of you and, and get you in something a little more appropriate. Look how cute these are. Don't you just love them?" Chris tears into a plastic package he had just set on the coffee table and pulled out a big diaper decorated with pink nursery prints, and waves it in Sarah's face. Sarah "Oh my God… I can't believe this is happening. Please let this all be a bad dream. Chris "I promise it's not. Hurry up now and get those clothes off and lay down here. And no more big girl talk. You're just a cute wittle baby this weekend. And if you're not ill have to give you spankings." Sarah "Hufff… why this? Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the coffee table. Chris "You don't have to. I can just..." Sarah "Nope. No, I'm doing it see." She stands up and slips out of the outfit she was wearing, undoes her bra, slides her panties off, and lies down on the floor in front of chris. He grabs a baby blanket off the coffee table and spreads it out on the floor, while Sarah strips in front of him. Chris puts the diaper on Sarah like one would put one on a baby. Chris "There we go. All done. Aren't you just adorable. Oh look you have goosebumps. Is my little baby cold being almost all naked. Don't worry. That's what this is for. Can you sit up for daddy?" Sarah "Oh my God. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm wearing a diaper. I didn't even know they made diaper like these this big!" She sits up squirms around in her diaper. and examines her new underwear with disgust. He grabs a big onesie off the table. And pulls it over Sarah's head, pulls it over her naked body, and snaps it at her crotch. "A few hours later…" FADE IN Sarah is on her hands and knees on her bedroom floor looking up at Chris. Sarah "I really have to go to the bathroom. Please don't make me do this." Chris "You already wet your diaper once Sarah. How much more embarrassed can you get. How embarrassed are you anyway right now baby?" Sarah Really embarrassed! And Its not just… I have to go number two. You don't really want me to poop myself?" Chris "Of course I do. That's why you're in diapers silly. Because you don't know how to use the potty." Sarah wines, and shifts her body before her body freezes, her legs start to shake and she grabs her butt Sarah "Please… please… please… I don't want to. I don't want… OH MY GOD! PLEASE! Oh my God. I can't… I can't wait anymore. Im about too… Oh fuck… oh fuck… no, no, no… It's happening!!! fuck, fuck, FUUUCCKKK!!!" Chris "What's that? What's wrong baby girl? is somebody making a stinky mess?" Sarah "YEEESSS! OH MY GOD!!! I'M POOPING IN MY PANTS!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! HOW CAN YOU LIKE THIS. OH MY GOD. THIS IS SOOO FUCK… SO FUCKING GROSS." Chris "Babies don't swear Sarah. Someone better start talking like a baby or she's going to have peed and pooped in a diaper for nothing. Cause someone is gonna tell her bosses that she's been stealing. Let's hear my baby tell me what she did like we talked about." Sarah "What the… really? REALLY?!? Do I have to? Chris "Yes. If you don't want to I can…" Sarah Fine! I… I… I goed potty daddy. I goed potty in my diaper. Baby needs her diaper changed. Pwease change my diaper daddy!" FADE OUT/IN Sarah is sitting on her living room floor dressed more like a baby, sourfully shaking a baby's rattle and sucking on a pink binkey. She's wearing little booties, a bib, and a bonnet that match the new onesie she is wearing. You can tell she had been crying. There is mascara running down her face. Chris walks over to Sarah from off screen and grabs a handful of her crotch. And starts to unsnap her onsie retailing a very soiled diaper. Chris "Uh oh. Looks like the little baby needs her diapers changed again doesn't she. Does someone need her diapers changed?" Sarah pulls the pacifier out of her mouth. Sarah "Yes pwease daddy. I goed poo poo in my diaper. I not a big girl anymore." Chris "Oh that's okay baby. Maybe you can be a big girl again one day? Can you believe you already almost made it through your first weekend as a baby again?" Sarah "FIRST WEEKEND!?!?! I'm not going to do this again. That wasn't the fucking deal!" Chris "Well… maybe the deal changed. Calm down… well, I guess you're just a baby though you don't know that the world isn't fair. How about we watch something on T.V. that should calm the baby down." Sarah CHRIS!!! I'm not wearing diapers anymore. Just let me take this thing off. It's fucking disgusting! I'm sitting in my own fucking shit right now for you! I'd rather…" Chris "Hey babies don't talk like that! You were doing so good too. I'll change you after the movie." He turns the T.V. on and messes around with the remote. A video of Sarah starts to play. She's crawling around on her living room floor on all fours dressed and talking like a baby. The video cuts to another scene. Sarah is sitting on her bed wearing only a diaper. Its painfully obvious that she had used it. She's kicking and screaming like a toddler screaming that she pooped herself and wants her diaper changed. Sarah "What the fuck is this!?! You were fucking recording me?!? You can't show this to anyone. This isn't fair. You made me use diapers and talk like a baby!!! I'm… I'm going to..." Chris "You're going to what? Tell everyone I made you do it. Sure that might work. Im sure your friends will believe you. But what about all your instagram followers. I'm sure they won't want to follow a big baby girl that poops and pees in her diapers. You can kiss you little influencer side job goodbye." Sarah "I… I can't even right now…" Chris "Hey… don't worry. You will still have your job at the office. Oh… wait. No you won't cause I have those other pictures of you stealing from them. Back when you used to wear big girl clothes." Sarah "What else do you want. I'm already… you can't keep me like this. I'm going to need to leave the house. I can't go out like this!" Chris "I'm not totally unfair Sarah. You can talk like a big girl at the office, and wear your big girl clothes too. Well most of your big girl clothes. Youre still not gonna be allowed to use the potty like a big girl. Even at the office. And we're not at work you will just have to wear your baby stuff, and act the part like a good little baby. Sarah "Oh my God! For how much longer! Everyone will know I'm wearing diapers! These things are huge, and crinkle whenever I walk!" Sarah looks down at her diaper. Her onsie was still unsnapped and you can see the yellow bulge promently between her legs. Chris "I said I'm not totally unfair I said. You can wear these when you're at work. You should be able wear these without anybody noticing. As long as you don't make a stinky in them when you're at work." Chris pulls out a package of adult pull ups. And hands them to Sarah. Sarah takes the package of pull ups from Chris with a pouty face, and starts to cry. Chris "I won't post the pictures, or tell the bosses about you stealing as long as you're a good baby for a little longer. Don't worry. Remember, this is better than jail." Sarah "Will you change my diaper. I… I… I made a pop poo cause I'm not a… not a big girl anymore. Whaaa! Whaaaa! Sarah starts to cry even harder. FADE OUT to be continued...

Summary: After going through a traumatic childhood, Willa needs help. She's unknowingly admitted to Little Beginnings where she's going to have the chance to have the childhood she should've had (whether she wants to or not). ooOoo Chapter 1: “W-Willa…Willa Carolan,” the young girl stuttered. Her chocolate brown eyes focused on the black and white tiled floor as the receptionist typed upon the keyboard. She was the only one in the waiting room which she supposed made her feel a little better. She did not do well with interaction. The thought of even coming to therapy terrified her as she had never been before. She clenched her clammy hands into fists and counted backwards in her mind, trying to calm the beating of her heart. Suck it up. She thought. Plenty of people go to therapy. There was nothing to be worried about. That’s what she tried to tell herself. But she wasn’t so sure. She could barely talk to another person without stuttering or wanting to puke. How could she manage an hour long session? The whole point of therapy was to talk and she couldn’t even do that. “You can just take a seat in the chair right over there.” the woman smiled at Willa, finally having stopped typing. “Dr. Tischner will be out shortly.” Slightly nodding her head in thanks, she quickly scattered to the furthest corner in the small room away from the woman. With her knees pressed against her chest, she rested her head on them, taking in deep and rapid shallow breaths, ignoring the stack of magazines on the tiny table beside her. Willa didn’t know why she even agreed to come to this. She had managed to avoid it for the past ten years, silently suffering, never going out unless absolutely necessary. She was only twenty years old, had no friends, no job, and anxiety that riddled her mind and body. Adrian, her older brother was the one who supported her but she had a feeling he wanted her out of his home. His crazy ex- girlfriend of three years had just left and was still traumatized by... by everything. Willa thought his message was pretty clear when he scheduled the appointment himself and drove her, escorting her as far as the front door then leaving. She was pissed, rightfully so, that he would just abandon her like that. They were best friends. They had been for all of their lives. Even though her brother was five years older, they understood each other like no one else. She could count on him for everything. She didn’t have to hide away. They were exactly the same in everything from their caramel skin, eyes, round face and thick curly black hair. People would confuse them for twins because of how much they looked alike. So, yes, it hurt when he just dumped her at the building. He didn’t even say when he would be back and the unknown was what scared her the most. “Willa Carolan?” a new voice echoed throughout the room. Shooting her head up, a blonde haired woman dressed in a pink cashmere sweater and light jeans stood at the door with a clipboard. She looked to be about forty years old. Some lines were visible on her milky white skin but from afar she didn’t look to be over twenty five. On trembling legs, Willa walked across the room, ducking her head at the woman’s kind smile and followed her through the brown door into a small room. Sitting down on the lumpy grey couch, she examined everything around her. The walls were painted a mustard yellow and there was one small window which was the only light in the room. In front of her was a coffee table and a chair on the other side. An icy glass of water and a bowl of mints was situated in front of her. Her hand twitched, wanting to take a sip to cool her parched throat but she held off. Willa didn’t want to get too comfortable. She didn’t want to let her guard down. “It’s small, I know.” Willa jumped, turning to stare at the woman. The door shut and suddenly the two of them were alone. She sat down across from Willa with the clipboard and pen in her hand. Her blue eyes gleamed in curiosity. “I’m Dr. Tischner,” she said, her voice was low. Without realizing it, Willa slowly found herself relaxing at the woman’s soft tone. it was almost maternal, something she hadn't heard in many years. “You must be Willa. I believe it was your brother that set up the appointment, yeah?” Willa nodded her head. She kept her mouth shut, still inclined not to speak. Her foot tapped against the black carpet. Her eyes darted every which way, determined not to look at the doctor. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk. We can just answer, yes or no questions.” she waved her hand. “Everyone reacts differently to therapy so there is no one way to feel or act. It’s normal to be nervous or afraid. I like to go at the patient's pace. If you’re uncomfortable with any of my questions we can just move on. Does that seem fair?” Her eyebrows furrowed together, taking in what she said. Willa was not one to bare her soul to people, especially strangers. It was a relief to hear her say that because she didn’t know if she would ever be ready to share what happened. Willa nodded her head once again. It did seem fair. Looking down at her clipboard, she began to speak. “I just want to clarify a few things, first. Your report says that you are twenty years old; full name is Willa Jean Carolan; and that you were born November 12, 2000? ” The young girl gave a nod. “Great! Now that that’s out of the way I thought we could get to know each other a little.” she exclaimed. “My name is Marina Tischner and I’ve been a therapist for about ten years now. I love working with children and young adults such as yourself. I take a really laid back approach when counseling. I don’t push my patients into anything they are uncomfortable sharing and will not reveal to anyone what is said in this room unless it endangers the lives of others or yourself. Do you understand?” Willa tugged at a curl that had fallen loose from her ponytail. She bit her lip, humming a yes and hugged the pillow in her arms that sat beside her. Dr. Tischner continued to question her about different stuff in her life such as her favorite color, food, animal, etc, and by the end Will found herself slightly smiling, not as tense as she had been when she first arrived. There was something about the woman that gave off a maternal presence. Something she hadn’t felt since the death of her parents. Dr. Tischner cared about her. It wasn’t fake. She gulped, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Willa bit her bottom lip, drawing blood but sucked it away. “I’d like to talk about you parents.” she casually brought up, stopping Willa in her tracks. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. It was the one thing she refused to ever talk about. A single tear fell from her eye. “You witnessed your parents murder.” Dr. Tischner's voice was just above a whisper. “That’s when the anxiety and PTSD started, isn’t it?” Her chest rose up and down. She didn’t have the words to scream at her to stop the questions. Her shoulders shook as she continued to speak. Willa couldn’t breathe, she was gonna pass out. “You were only ten years old. I couldn’t imagine what that could do to a child.” she sadly shook her head. “You didn’t see your brother until you were at the hospital. That’s why he isn’t as affected as you are. Does that ring true?” The sound of a gunshot echoed in her mind. Her mother’s dead body fell to the ground. A pool of blood surrounded her. Willa’s father was already dead, having been murdered first. The intruders thought no one was home. That’s what they claimed in court. They never meant to kill anyone, they were just gonna rob her house. It didn’t make it any better because her mother and father were dead. She hid upstairs at the top of the staircase, terrified to make a move, afraid they’d hear her. It was two o’clock in the morning. Her brother was sleeping over at a friend's house. That was the day her life changed forever. “Take a sip of water.” Dr. Tischner calmly nodded toward the glass on the table. “We’ll stop the questioning.” She didn’t have to tell her twice. Holding the glass with shaking hands, she tilted it to her lips, gulping it down, barely noticing the change in taste. Willa finished it within a few seconds and collapsed back against the couch, suddenly overcome with fatigue. “We’ll stop for now. Why don’t you take a little nap… we’ve still got ten minutes left.” Dr. Tischner encouraged. Willa didn’t have to be told twice. A haze had clouded over her mind and suddenly she found it harder to stay awake. The only thing she could hear was the doctor’s voice calmly lulling her to sleep. ooOoo This couldn’t be real. Willa naively thought. The last thing she remembered was being at Dr. Tischner’s, her brother leaving her, recounting parents' death, and having a panic attack. She didn’t remember anything after that. A part of her desperately wished for this to be a dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was too real. Warm tears blinded her already blurred vision as her chest rose up and down, desperate to escape the entrapment she had been placed in. Willa wanted to be home in her own bedroom, laying in her queen sized bed. She wanted to be with her brother. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. She wanted to be away from here. Away from this woman who was holding her as if she weighed nothing. . She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Her entire body was constricted in a tight swaddle by the light pink blanket. It had taken a moment for her to realize that as she slowly awoke, hearing the soft sound of the woman’s voice. That was ten minutes ago. Willa should've been freaking out more than she was. She should’ve been crying and screaming and having a panic attack. But the only sign of her panic were the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks, as she stared up at the woman who cradled her against her bare skin. The only thing she could focus on was her green eyes, unable to see anything else. If she tried to look more than six feet away it all became a big blur. “You’re alright, baby.” the woman cooed as she wiped away the tears. She spoke down to her as if she were an actual infant, unable to understand basic speech.That pissed Willa off more than anything. But she had no way to show it except for the glare in her eyes. “Mommy’s got you,” she spoke in a high pitched voice. “You’re safe with mommy now. You don’t have to worry about those big bad thoughts in your head. Just suck your paci.” she tapped the large object that was stuffed in her mouth. Willa was forced to suck on it, unable to spit it out due to the strap that went around her head. Pitiful whimpers rose from the back of her throat and the woman condescendingly cooed, rocking them both in the rocking chair. They were in the infant ward. The room was light pink and smelled of baby powder. Ten large adult sized newborn incubators filled the room and changing tables ran along the walls. There was also a rocking chair in each corner of the room. Everything was adult sized. Tapping her bottom, Willa’s eyes widened in horror as she felt a cushiony bulk on her bottom half. The woman’s smile widened, showing off her shiny white teeth. “Does baby Willa have to use her diapee?” She began to wiggle as hard as she could, trying to escape but she was too weak. Now she was sobbeduncontrollably as the weight of the woman’s words sank in. She was swaddled like a newborn, sucking on a pacifier, and in a diaper that she was expected to use. Her vision had been blurred. Her muscles were weak. She was as helpless as an infant. Willa was an infant. The woman stood up, pacing as she rocked her back and forth, supporting her head like you’d do a real baby. She wore no shirt and Willa’s cheek was pressed right up against her large left breast. Willa was only faintly aware of the woman’s hand, pressing on her stomach. The more she wiggled the looser her bladder became until suddenly a warm stream flooded her diaper. The thick padding expanded and she screamed and screamed through the pacifier, glaring at the woman in hate for forcing her to piss herself. It was warm and wet, sloshing around her bottom before being absorbed. She desperately wanted it off. She was twenty years old. She hadn’t used a diaper since she was two years old. “I’m so proud of you!” the crazy woman praised her. “You used your diapee like a good little baby-- you’re my good little girl!” She gave her a wet kiss on the forhead and placed her on the changing table, ignoring the screams. A moment later, another woman walked into the room through the sliding doors. Both had curly brown hair that fell right above their shoulders and fair skin. She crooned, brushing her hair out of the girl's out of her face. “I think she’s one of the cutest infants we’ve had yet.” the woman tickled under her chin, causing Willa to try to wriggle away. “She’s also a very smelly baby! I think it’s time for a diapee change!” The second woman held her down as her mommy undid the swaddle revealing he naked body and sagging thick diaper. She continued to sniffle, out of energy to fight. A strap was tightened over her waist and chest while the second woman held down her shoulders. Moving quickly, the straps were undone and the diaper removed. Grabbing baby wipes, she wipes down everywhere, running her finger over her now bare pubic bone. Willa’s eyes realized at the realization only for the woman to giggle. “Babies like you don’t need grown up hair. Infants are bare.” she covered her in baby powder, not wanting to cause a rash and retapped an even thicker diaper making her unable to close her thighs. Undoing the straps, Willa wanted to plead not to be swaddled again but it’s what her mommy did. She wrapped it around her body even tighter than before and supporting her neck, held her against her body. “I’ll go get a bottle.” said the other woman. “Little babies like her shouldn’t be up for so long. Little Willa needs to go nighty- night.”

Chapter 1 This time Cory had just exaggerated, when his aunt Ceara had come to his school because called by the principal. She found him sitting on a bench in front of the principal's office with his clothes ripped, his lip split, and a flashy black eye. She didn’t tell him anything because she was too angry but she gave him a bad look as if to say that after they would do the math, she went into the principal’s office and sat down to listen to what the man had to say her. This was the fourth brawl in a month in which the seven-year-old boy had been involved and now Aunt Ceara had it up her hair, came out of the principal’s office and took Cory by the arm, taking him very quickly to the school exit, heading towards his car and severely ordering the boy to get in and sit in the back seat before closing the car door and sitting in the seat in the driver’s seat by accessing the engine and leaving for home. "I was going to run errands so now come with me, then let's go home and do the math!" his aunt coldly told the child as he looked silently out the car window sulking. The car drove for a few minutes east and parked in front of a shop the boy had never seen, Aunt Clear got out of the car and opened the door, telling Cory to get out of the car and follow her to the store door. The shop seemed to specialize in things for very young children: pacies, diapers, little dresses, but Cory began to feel very uncomfortable when she noticed that some of the suits on display were of him size, Aunt Clear had put in her basket a pack of plastic baby bottles other pacing, bottles other paci, before taking a leotard and ordering to Cory to turn around to measure his shoulders before putting it in the basket along with others of the same size. While the woman was watching a plastic dining service of Monsters & Co, she knew that her nephew loved that cartoon very much, she received a phone call on her mobile phone "halo! Yes Desy I'm right here I'm taking the last things" said the woman to her daughter "oh she's here? Well tell her I'll be home in a quarter of an hour at most," the woman said as she headed with her nephew to the store's checkout and then to the exit. "Let's get back to the car!" said Ceara to Cory in a stern tone of voice, heading for his car, getting in the car and setting off to head home. During the journey the woman and the boy remained in complete silence with Cory looking out the window worried about what was happening. “ When they arrived at the house Aunt got Ceara out of the car and let her grandson down, opened the trunk and took the things he had bought as Cory headed for the front door which was opened by his cousin while his aunt told him to go to his room and not touch either video games, TV, nor computer because he was in punishment , telling her cousin to make sure what she said was done. Then the girl followed the little boy into his bedroom and removed the adapters from all the child's electronic devices so that he couldn't use them before he took all his comics and gave him a doorbell, so he could call her in case he needed the bathroom, exiting and locking the door leaving him to stay there until they call him. The child took off his shoes and threw himself on the bed exhausted for the bad day but did not want to sleep, he simply lay on his bed while the outside they definitely talked about him. After about an hour Desy opened the door telling him to go down to the living room because they wanted him but the guy turned the other way and said no. Then the cousin insisted but the child began to do the whims squealing and turning on the bed not even touching "now listen spoiled baby! You will come from there with the good or the bad" "NO!" said the child angrily "as you will. I gave you a chance to come over there with the good ones, but you didn't pick it up. We will take note of that," he said as he left Cory's room, saying he had not intended his veiled threat. Soon after Desy returned to the little boy's bedroom with his aunt and a woman in his forties that the child had never seen, she sat down on his bed asking why he had not come when his cousin had called him but he did not answer by turning his head on the other side “I asked you a question!” said the woman, taking the baby’s chin and turning it around to look him in the eye before the child ran away from the grip. "As you want!" the woman said, taking the boy by the wrists and putting him on her knees, pulling down the boy's pants and underpants to his ankles and starting to spank him very hard, in front of his aunt and cousin who watched the scene doing nothing, making him cry and scream like a brat, She then asked Desy to take off his pants and underpants because she wanted to see them better and asked Aunt Ceara if it was customary for her to find the child's underwear in those conditions and when the child's aunt responded by sighing affirmatively the woman opened with her hands the old baby's antiques that stiffened to that invasion of her space. "As I imagined!" said the woman with great anger, "this child does not have the slightest care of his personal hygiene! Luckily, he won't be looking after it himself anymore!" The woman said, ordering the little boy to get up and go into the living room and give him a strong spanking to encourage the baby, who was still sobbing, to walk to the living room where there was a plaid lying on the floor "well Cory! Now you just have to lie on the plaid," the woman told the child as she knelt by the towel "No!" the child replied, crossing his arms and receiving from the woman another very strong spanking on the still red buttocks that caused him to burst into tears as the lady repeated the order threatening to give him more but the child gave up lying on top of the plaid covering the private parts with the hands that the cousin gently took and put over his head. Cory was extremely agitated, both for the embarrassment of being naked in front of a perfect stranger and because he was not in control of the situation, which he had always had everything he wanted, so Desy took a pacifier from a jar and put it in his mouth holding him still with his fingers until Cory started sucking it. The child saw that the unknown woman gave wipes to her aunt who used them to clean her private parts, before seeing a diaper folded into the unknown woman's hand;The child saw that the unknown woman gave wipes to her aunt who used them to clean her private parts, before seeing a diaper folded into the unknown woman’s hand; so Cory decided to turn around and run but he didn't come to terms with Desy immediately grabbing him by lifting him up and putting him on his lap, as he sat in the armchair and began to spank him very hard again making him cry again, so Cory decided to turn around and run but he didn’t come to terms with Desy immediately grabbing him by lifting him up and putting him on his lap, as he sat in the armchair and began to spank him very hard again making him cry again, before taking a wipe and starting to clean his butt making him feel like a three-year-old to put him back lying on the plaid in front of Aunt Ceara who, after finishing cleaning his genitals well, took him by the ankles by lifting him to put the diaper under his butt, before smearing him a little cream on his intimate parts and on the ass before closing the groin on him before taking a wipe and starting to clean his butt making him feel like a three-year-old to put him back lying on the plaid in front of Aunt Ceara who, after finishing cleaning his genitals well, took him by the ankles by lifting him to put the diaper under his butt, before smearing him a little cream on his intimate parts and on the ass before closing it his groin and taping it to his hips.

I'm Anastasia Delacroix. I am 17 years old. I have beautiful long blonde hair and green eyes, and all this has a complex character. I was fortunate enough to enroll in one of the most prestigious colleges in the country. With my personality, I became the main bully in college. I rallied a great team and often terrorized others. New students got the most. I spit on different rules. My dad is in serious business and I didn't have to worry about getting kicked out because my dad is sorting things out. I was often called to the principal's to this Miss Eleanor and she often threatened me with sanctions. She promised me something to come up with, but I spit on all her threats. This time, returning from summer vacation to the hostel. I saw a note at the door asking me to come to the principal's again. "I still can't calm down. Well, I'll listen to the next moralizing" I sighed, and 10 minutes later I stood at the door of the office and unceremoniously, without knocking, entered her office, sat down on a chair opposite her and threw my long legs on her table. "Did you call? I am all in attention." I said with a grin.

This is the story of university student Jimmy and his descent into diaper dependence and baby treatment at the hands of jocks from the Alpha Beta Delta Lambda fraternity. Will he end up back in diapers? Probably. Will he ever escape and get his big boy pants back? Not likely. But there's only one way to find out! If you read my old story, Back to School, you will find some of the characters and places familiar. This takes place 4 years after those events. If you like this story, you can read ahead on my Patreon, where all my stories and hypno files unlock a month after they are posted. I hope you enjoy, and please comment if you do! Babied by Billy By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter) Chapter 1: Butterfingers I was chillin’ at my friend David’s house one day with a few friends. David is an Abercrombie boy who collects expensive cologne and does his hair up just so every day. At first glance you might get the wrong impression, but he’s really a cool guy. His roommate Billy, however, is a big loud frat boy. He’s exactly what he looks like too; a bully. If only I had known just how far he would take things. So as we were sitting in the living room, David got the brilliant idea that I should play Billy’s guitar for Carly and her friend. There was no way I was going to touch Billy’s stuff, though. "Don’t worry, he’s not even here. It might just get you laid, dude!" He whispered, knowing I had a crush on Carly. "No way, dude! " I said as he insistently shoved the guitar in my direction. "No reall-" I pushed the guitar back at him, but he had already released his grip. The guitar hit the ground and all the conversation in the room stopped. I carefully placed it back in its stand hoping Billy - who only got it for looks anyway - wouldn’t notice. Suddenly, Billy came bounding in. "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" He asked, looking round slowly and meeting the eye of every person in the room. Nobody answered him. He walked over and picked up his guitar and looked it over. "What the fuck?" He fingered a large chip in the bottom of the guitar and made a face like murder. "Who chipped my guitar?" He glared at each of us, as I tried to avoid eye contact and act natural. It didn’t take him long to read the glances in the room and suss out the culprit. H-hey, man," I stammered, "I d-d-didn’t mean to drop it. David just threw it at me, and I couldn’t hold onto it right…!" "Don’t bring me into this, man!" Shouted David. "Shut up both of you," Billy yelled. He looked again at me. Slowly, an evil grin spread over his face. "I should really kick your ass for this, buddy, but I have a better lesson in mind for you. Wait right here." Before I even had a chance to run out the door he returned with a backpack. What the hell could he have in mind? Everybody was watching this scene fold out so intently, I felt like they should be eating popcorn. Billy came up close enough for me to feel his breath and whispered in my ear in a calm voice. "All right boy. Since you obviously don’t know how to behave proper, you’re gonna have to learn from scratch. You’re gonna do what I say when I say it whenever you’re in my house and you’re not going to stop until I tell you to.” I wanted to get up and leave, but from the second he said the word ‘boy’, my body began to feel heavy and I couldn’t seem to move away from him. He stood back and pulled out the contents of the bag. A camera, a pacifier, and a big diaper. Aloud he said, ”You want to act like a baby in my house, fine. But you’re gonna have to wear the proper attire. It’s a good thing I had these left over from the last fraternity pledge who gave up! Who knows, if you behave you might be Alpha Beta Delta Lambda’s newest member!” What the hell? This was just too much. I shook off my stupor and rose to leave but Billy caught me by the arm. "Hey, where do you think you’re going, buddy boy?" He pulled me into a headlock and began to whisper again in my ear. I looked at the others with a hopeful expression but nobody in the room moved to help me. He started speaking again in that strangely soothing voice. "Don’t think you’re gonna get off that easy, boy. I’ve had plenty of experience working with squirrely little runts like you. You’re going to put this diaper on, and then you’re going to go and play in the sand box out back until I say you can stop. And I’m going to video tape it. You’re going to act like a baby whenever you are in my presence and if you disobey me, everyone you know will find out just how much of a baby you really are. When I snap my fingers you are going to strip and do just what I’ve told you and you won’t be able to stop yourself until I say so.” Billy snapped his fingers. I froze for a few seconds. Nothing happened. Then, my face went red as I realized what an idiot I was. For a second, he had me going there! Why the fuck would I do anything he said, especially if it gave him something on me? I was so busy mentally slapping myself that I almost didn’t notice David’s exclamation of surprise. "Dude! What are you doing?" I was taking off my clothes is what I was doing. The girls started to giggle. Was this really happening? Before I knew it, I was lying on the floor putting on my first diaper since I was two. Billy grinned as I lay there taping it up, as if to say, ‘I knew you were a bitch’. David already had his phone out recording. Some friend he was! “A little help here, David?” I asked, desperately hoping for a way out of this predicament. “Nah, dude! Looks like you got it covered!” He replied, mistaking my plea for help as an invitation to help me put the diaper on. “That’s enough from you, diaper boy. This oughtta shut you up!” Billy shoved the large pink pacifier in my mouth, and I instinctively began to suck, unable to spit it back out. Next thing I knew I was padding over to the back door with nothing but a diaper on to keep me decent. The whole crew followed me out back where I began playing in the sand box and sucking on my pacifier. Billy already had the camera rolling so he could capture this precious memory in 4k. Try as I might, I couldn’t seem to regain control of my body to stop this craziness, and to top it all off I had to pee. Bad. "Oh, shit!" Said Billy a moment later as my diapers turned yellow, "He’s actually using them! It’s a good thing you guys didn’t let him sit on the couch!" “Ewww!” Said Carly’s friend, giggling at the embarrassing display. I was totally fucked. Forced to suck on a paci and use diapers in front of everyone who, by the way, were laughing their asses off, except for Carly, who only smiled sympathetically. And it was all on camera! Well at least they were enjoying my miserable situation. Unfortunately for me, this was only the beginning. Babied by Billy Ch. 1 (2020).pdf

Tricked by my family I decided to enter this story in @kasarberang competition. Feel free to post feedback and suggestions, and I welcome constructive feedback. Introduction: I guess things haven’t been normal for a long time. Bedwetting and bladder issues runs in our family. Mom tried to avoid the topic, but aunt Cassie didn’t deny it either. My older sister Katie, who is now sixteen became older and more mature, she helped babysit me. Mom was irritated that I didn’t want to wear diapers, and often fussed about it. My sister Katie made it seemed like she didn’t like changing my diaper, but mom wanted her to help babysit me anyway. Sometimes mom wanted me back in diapers “Because” for reasons I didn’t quite understand. Mom kept telling me it wasn’t a punishment. For the first time, mom went on a business trip, with my sister “in charge”, now she is 16 and trustworthy. My aunt was around to check on us and help out, but she worked as a nurse, for a medical clinic. Little did I know how things would change for me. Getting ready: Aunt Cassie brought over some food for while we were gone. My sister drinks a lot of Gatorade, and seems to always read the label on food and drink. She likes to stay active, and is glad she doesn’t wear pullups to school much. Mom asked if we had plans for the almost two weeks she will be away. My sister says she’ll be studying, but didn’t say which subject. Mom didn’t seem surprised. Cassie mentioned that I had a doctors appointment this week, for a “checkup”, which made me worry about what the doctor needed to check. I’ve been to doctors and hospitals enough, and things happen unexpectedly, and sometimes hurts and I cry like a baby. I wet my pullup a lot just thinking about it. Mom handed Katie a wallet of gift cards, for CVS, Grubhub, and a few other places. We had plenty of frozen food, but could also order food delivered. Cassie handed a folder with some papers, that mom put together for while she was away. “Mom, did you schedule our daily activities in advance?”, she asked. “I don’t want you two sitting around watching Netflix all day”, mom replied. Cassie also brought over a box of diapers and other supplies, supposedly for her neighbors, but I knew it was meant for me. I had started to cry, and Cassie picked me up, and tried to comfort me, as my sister walked with mom, bags in hand. “You sure are a little girl, aren’t you?” Cassie said quietly. She checked that my pullup was now soaked. A few minutes later, Cassie had me back in my room, removed my pullup, cleaned me and put a diaper on me. My sister came in, a little surprised I hadn’t thrown a tantrum. I really don’t like getting put in diapers during the day, or getting changed.

I am a 35 year old Eiko Montogonery. I am a principal of college. I am a tall and blushing brunette with a strict character. I carefully monitor the discipline and all the innovations. I decided to try a new reform. Babyhood treatment. I have in mind one student from "4b" who has long been in my mind. He does not study well and skips classes regularly. And this is 18-year-old Kevin Jones. This time I caught him in the act. He flew to college with a bag. "You are late Kevin again." I looked at my watch - "The second lesson is already ending. I'm afraid that you are punished. I am waiting for you in 15 minutes in my office."

I am Anastasia de Cruz. I am 35 years old, I am a tall blonde with beautiful green eyes and good D-breasts. I have been working for 5 years in a large organization called CompTech, which has been supplying all major companies with components for computers. I applied for the post of deputy general director of the company. But more recently, the young 25-year-old Cortney McCoy was hired. And she shows herself on the good side. But she goes literally over the heads. She substitutes people and now she already occupies the same position as me. And what’s even worse for me is that it’s more like Cortney’s leadership. I thought for a long time what can be done with her and came up with one thing. Turn him into baby. Its good thing.. I'm have been a lesbian and me need seduces her. For start.. I put on the sexiest lingerie, a miniskirt and a deep neckline blouse. I saw that she had taken her place and I'm went up to my place with hips swaying ... And I pretend to stumble at her desk and drop a few folders. "Oh, how awkward I am." I am squatting and trying to collect paper falling from folders.

I am 35 year old Anastasia de Cruz. I am a tall blonde with beautiful green eyes. I had a wonderful life. A wonderful work on which I received decent money, a loving husband and our daughter was growing up. Everything changed in one day. When my daughter died as a result of a car accident. The husband blamed me for everything and broked me. And I got a strong psychological blow. Now, in all the people I met, I saw the face of my dead daughter and I rushed to completely strangers with screams and kisses. I was admitted to a mental hospital in which I stayed for 2 years. I pretended to be better. But not really. Medications helped me cope with hallucinations. ‐----------- One late night I was driving my car and saw a young girl who was standing at the bus stop and waiting for the bus. She was alone and there was no one else ... I stopped the car not far. She got out of the car and looked at her and grabbed no my heart. As soon as I saw her. I dreamed about my daughter again. I grabbed the medicine and realized that it was over .. And in my head I realized that I can’t let this girl go ... "Hi sweetheart. I'm can help your? Get in my car, I'll give you a ride. Where do you want it?"

Hey there babs and bigs. This is a short one-shot I wrote because I was bored and I might have a thing for princesses in diapers! Also, any aspiring princesses out there, pay attention. ^_~ Like always, Like & Comment. Check out our Patreon for a PDF or ePub of this story (along with 45 other stories) at: www.patreon.com/sophieandpudding Thank you for reading! ----------------------------- The Princess Rites By: Sophie Premise: The only way for someone to become a princess is for another princess to perform an unusual ritual. Disclaimers: diapers, forced regression “I seriously have to wear this?” she asked, holding up a fluffy white diaper. The peasant girl was already wearing a frilly pink baby dress, a pacifier clipped to the collar. “You want to be a princess, don’t you?” I asked, my arms crossed. My gown was shimmering white, as elegant as any dress in the kingdom. More importantly, it was long enough to hide the diaper I was wearing underneath it. “You know the rites.” The rites were simple: 1. Lay upon the royal bed, which had a glittering white canopy and pink silk sheets. Everything about it epitomized the words ‘little princess’, and that was the point. 2. The new princess had to be dressed in traditional princess clothes. That meant a fluffy dress and a diaper. All new princesses had to come into this world dressed that way, of course. 3. Once both princesses were laying upon the royal bed, dressed appropriately, they would share a kiss. Princessly powers would be shared from one princess to the other, and both of them would have the title. I waited patiently with a smile on my face, a small blush on my cheeks, as the new girl stripped herself of her adult underwear and taped the diaper around her hips. I kept a small bench at the end of the bed for just this reason. When she was done, she looked every bit a little princess girl. She sure was pretty. They usually were. Truth be told, I didn’t know this girl’s name. She was just another in a long line of peasants that wanted to be a princess. And I was so generous, that I didn’t even charge them for our time together! Most of the peasants couldn’t even afford it. I smiled coyly at the diaper girl in front of me, tapping the bed, beckoning her over. She waddled to my side and crawled into the bed. Every movement made her crinkle. She put her head on one of my pillows and I stared into her beautiful blue eyes. Gosh, I almost wanted to kiss her! She was so cute and vulnerable, a nervous smile on her lips. Lips that were so close to mine. But I had other plans. I rolled off the edge of the bed and pressed a button on the wall. Rails rose up on all sides, trapping the girl on the bed and sealing her fate. The door to the room opened and two guards came in. “What… what are you…?” The girl’s eyes went wide in surprise. Confusion. Fear. I could read them all on her face. Truth be told, I never even knew the girl’s name. I went through so many of them. “Are you comfy in there?” I asked, expecting no answer. “Don’t worry. In a moment you’ll start to feel sleepy.” One of the guards sprayed a mist between the bars filling it with a light aerosol. “I… no, I’m supposed to be a princess!” The girl shouted and struck the rails around her, kicking and fussing like a toddler. Gosh, why were they always so indignant? “You’ll be someone’s princess,” I smirked. “Not a real one, of course. I can’t let anyone have more power than me! But you’ll be regressed to that of a little baby girl and sold off to one of my friends. And they will treat you like a little baby princess for the rest of your life.” “No, you… you can’t…” But already the girl was fading. I watched her eyes droop as her hands slid off the rails, down to the soft silky sheets. “I’m… I’m not a baby…” “Not yet,” I corrected her, as she fell limply to the bed. I pressed the button again and the rails lowered. One of the guards picked her up and carried her out of the room, to the treatment tower. I thought she was cute when she walked in, but she would be so much cuter in a few days. Helpless, unable to form a sentence, and incapable of keeping her diapers dry. “Send in the next one.” The next one was another girl. They weren’t always girls. Boys could be princesses too; there wasn’t a rule against it. And some of my friends wanted good little baby boys! Though my favorites were the boys I would turn into girls. They were cuter that way. But this new girl was unusually gorgeous. She wasn’t cute and young, like most of the lowly peasants. She was older, in her late twenties or early thirties. She had an air of confidence about her I didn’t usually find in these types of dealings. I wondered how she got past the vetting process. More importantly, this new girl was already dressed. Her dress was lilac, fluffed out at the hips, and decorated in ribbons. It was one of the better outfits we had to offer. The diaper between her thighs was expertly taped in place. Maybe she had a kid? But I didn’t take meetings with parents. After all, she wouldn’t be going home. “Would you like to get started?” I asked sweetly, crawling into my bed. “Yes, that would be wonderful.” She approached with unwavering confidence and climbed in beside me. Each step was a chorus of crinkling and she smelled thickly of baby powder. There was something so alluring about her… but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Either way, that allure would disappear when she mindlessly filled her diapers. As we laid side by side, only inches apart, I thought about the hundreds of other people I had in this exact same position. So close to me, so intimate. They were basically in their underwear, and I’d never had a true kiss before. None of them were worthy to be princesses. None of them were on my level. This girl though… maybe it was something about her eyes. She wasn’t nervous or scared. She was calm, like the world was already figured out. Where had I seen the look before? “What’s your name?” I asked. I hadn’t asked for a name in a long time. “Allison,” she said in an even voice. “I’m Princess—” “I know, Princess,” she said with a smile. “Everyone knows you.” I nodded my head. Well… time to get this over with. Just then, the door opened to my chambers and in came one of the guards. I sat up in irritation. When I hit the button, they were notified. But I hadn’t hit the button. “Excuse you!” I said sharply. “I’m with someone at the moment!” “I’m so sorry, Princess,” the guard said nervously, hurrying to the bedside. I wondered what news was so important, something that was worth interrupting me, but he didn’t give me any reason. Instead, he pressed the button on the wall and the rails slid up around Allison and me. I stared dumbfounded at the man. “What do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted at him, climbing to my knees. “I’m so sorry, Princess,” he repeated again. He looked like he might be sick. That’s when it clicked: he was following orders. I turned to Allison, who was still lying on the sheets, diaper fully exposed and entirely unfazed by the railings. “You…” “Lay down, Princess.” “Do you know what you’re doing?” I seethed. “This is treason against the crown! You’re going to be in the dungeons for the rest of your life!” Her babygirl life would be a saving grace at the end of months - if not years - of torment. She would worship the ground I walked on before I was done with her! “Do you remember a girl named Addi?” she asked calmly. “Addi…?” What was she talking about? “Addison,” she corrected herself. “My sister.” Her twin sister, I realized. Suddenly I remembered where I had seen her eyes before. I saw that same look: unwavering confidence, like she was going to make a difference. Addison… she was regressed months ago. “So you remember her.” Allison expertly read my expression and sat upright in the confines of our tiny crib jail. “She came here to be a princess, so we could take care of our family. But we were notified afterward that she took charge of a far-off kingdom and left us behind. But Addi wouldn’t do that.” Note to self: come up with more convincing cover stories. “So I asked around, she wasn’t the only one that didn’t come back. Actually, no one came back. They all went to take charge of some far-off kingdom, and no one even got a name of the kingdom where they went.” “I’m sorry to hear you lost your sister,” I said sharply. “Maybe she just didn’t love you as much as you thought she did.” Allison jumped on top of me and wrestled me to the bed. I was never a very strong girl - I didn’t have to be. It was easier for her to pin me down on the sheets. “LEMME GO! GUARDS! GUARDS!” But the one guard didn’t move to help me. No others came. “I did my research. I got in with the guards. Some I had to blackmail, some I bribed. Some just don’t like you, you know. But they are on my side now.” “Y-you’re crazy! You aren’t even royalty! You have no claim to—” Just then, Allison pushed her lips to mine. It was so unexpected, I didn’t even know what happened until it was over! When she finally broke the kiss, my cheeks were pink and I felt a flutter in my stomach. Oh… “Now I’m a princess too,” Allison said with a smile. “And you’re just a spoiled little brat.” “I… I am not…” She shifted her weight so that her knee was between my thighs, then she pushed it against my diaper. My cheeks went crimson and I let out a sharp exhale. “I bet you’re already wet, hm? The spoiled diaper princess, stealing peasants from the kingdom. But there’s a new princess now, and you’re going to be re-educated.” Re… what? I shook my head and tried to throw her off me, but Allison pressed her knee harder to my diaper. I sunk helplessly into the sheets. “We will turn you into a little baby girl, just like you did with all those other people. I’ll take you under my wing, as a princess in training. It will take years. Years of sipping bottles, years of baby talk, years of stinky diapers. When I think you’re ready, I’ll raise you right, into a proper young lady. But you’ll always be less than me. You’ll always be my little girl.” My heart was pounding… my thoughts were racing. She couldn’t do this! She had no right! But she was a princess now, with a stolen kiss. She could do anything she wanted. And without the guards, I was helpless to stop her. “Please, Allison… I… I’m sorry. Please don’t do this!” Tears formed in the edges of my eyes. “I’m not a baby!” “Not yet,” she corrected me. The lone guard in the room passed a baby bottle over the bedrails and Allison plunged it between my lips. I tried to resist, but a few drops of milk on my tongue made my head foggy. I began to suckle like a little baby girl, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Avery peered across the room to make sure Hannah was still asleep, before her and Chris made love. Hannah was forced to listen from her playpen a few feet away, all the same. She was only pretending to still be asleep - an attempt to avoid the embarrassing exhibition of asking her ‘friends’ to change her messy diaper... fruitlessly so. “PEWWW...!” Avery scrunched her face as she moved past Hannah’s playpen on her way to the bathroom. “I think somebody made a stinky...” “I’ll get her up.” Chris grunted from the bed. “Grab a fresh diaper on your way out.” “Don’t bother.” Avery yelled from the bathroom. “She’s probably going to have to go again as soon as she gets up. Go start breakfast. I’ll Change her after she eats.” Hannah pouted meekly to herself. She sunk her face deeper into the pillow. This was worse than just asking them to change her an hour ago. When she first woke up. She had already finished messing herself shortly after that. There was no way Avery was going to believe her now though. She hated when Avery talked about her like this. Hannah’s mom used to say the same kind of stuff about her sister’s baby when she was growing up - not to mention, she was going to have to sit through breakfast in a soiled diaper now. a little while later... Hannah was sitting at the table with Chris and Avery. Only... she was sitting in a pile of her own make, squeezed ever so tightly into her high-chair. Eating scrambled eggs, and drinking orange juice from a sippy cup. Avery and Chris were sipping on Mimosas, and eating gravlax cream cheese bagels and caviar. Her blood started to boil. This shit had been going on for weeks. Every passing day she felt more and more like she was actually a baby. See... Hannah wasn’t a baby. In fact she was 22 years old. She was only being treated like a baby by her ‘friends’. It was a slippery slope from too many shots of tequila and peeing her pants - to eating scrambled eggs, with no mimosa, in a messy diaper. She glared across the table, working up the courage to end this pageant of ridicule. “I swear... I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s being such a brat. You’d think she would try to act a little more mature if she didn’t want to be treated like a baby.” Avery declared. Talking as if Hannah wasn’t right next to her. Perfectly capable of following the conversation. “Mmmm... You really outdid yourself this time.” Avery had just taken a drink of her mimosa. “Anyway. I was thinking about heading to the store today for a few things. I was going to bring her with me. Maybe she just needs to get out of the house.” That was it... “I’M NOT A BABY!” Hannah bashed her fists on the tray of her highchair. Before shaking it violently to a means of escape. She managed to free herself. She was furious. She stood over Avery, and let her have it. “JUST BECAUSE THIS IS YOUR PARENTS BEACH HOUSE DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I’M A GROWN WOMAN! NOT A BABY!” She screamed. Pointing her finger at Avery over and over. Aggressively. “I DON’T NEED TO SIT IN A HIGHCHAIR... OR SLEEP IN A CRIB!” Tears started to run down her face. “AND... I’M OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK!” She grabbed Avery’s mimosa of the table and drank it with a vengeance. “AND... AND... I DON’T NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS!!!” “Are you done?” Avery reached across the table and took hold of Chris’s Mimosa. “Good.” She took a generous sip before continuing. “First of all... This IS my parent’s lake house. I can’t have you running around making little messes everywhere. It isn’t my fault you can’t hold your pee pee and poo poo like a big girl anymore.” She paused for another strong sip. “Which brings me to my second point... you are in fact a part of the small demographic that does need to wear diapers. Can you guess what that group is?” Avery quizzically teased. She didn’t leave much time for Hannah to respond. “THAT’S RIGHT... people who pee and poop in their pants, like little babies.” One more sip. “AND... I WOULDN’T HAVE TREATED YOU SO MUCH MORE LIKE A BABY IF YOU DIDN’T ACT LIKE ONE!!! YOU’VE ALWAYS ACTED LIKE ONE! IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE RULES... THERE’S THE DOOR!” Avery motioned rapaciously to the front door of the lake house. “Good luck out there in the city, with this covid shit... and you still owe me these last two months of rent here.” She pulled her phone out before Hannah could get in a word. “And good luck with your instagram career... after all your followers see these!” Avery shoved her phone in Hannah’s face, and started swiping through dozens of pictures - a complete compendium of Hannah’s regression. “GO ON THEN... GO!!! I haven’t even got to the videos yet!” “I... I... I Just...” Hannah couldn’t make words through her desperate sobbs. “IM SORRY!!! I’M SO... SO... SORRY AVERY!!!” She wheezed and wailed hysterically. “Please... Please don’t show anybody those... those pictures.” Her face was drenched in tears. Snot was running from her nose. “That’s what I thought.” Avery set her phone down on the table. “Now get these dishes cleaned up, and meet me in the bedroom to get cleaned up.” Avery made stern eye contact with hannah. “Rinse them. Don’t just throw them in the sink.” “Can we... I just thought...” Hannah struggled to find a coherent sting of words that wouldn’t piss Avery off again. “Can we what?” Avery scoffed, purposefully to the contestant. “I Just... I...” Hannah’s body shivered, before going rigid, behind an arched back, and she picked herself up onto her tippy toes. “You just what!?! Spit it out.” Avery said shortly. “UH OH... I know that face.” Chris announced. Finally throwing his two cents into this morning’s invariably festive breakfast conversation. Hannah looked at Chris through wide desperate eyes. She couldn’t stand to look at Avery. Tears started to roll down her cheeks again. She bent her knees awkwardly in towards one another, and lurched forward - favoring a hunchback. she remained almost motionless for a generous amount of seconds. Bar the occasional shiver, and leg spasm. Hannah couldn’t believe this was happening right after that argument. “Someones making a little mess...” Chris continued. “See I told you she would have to go again as soon as she ate something. Never fails.” Avery shook her head hollowly. “Okay... well... get these dishes cleaned up, and then I’ll get you cleaned up, and then... we’re gonna go to the store.” Avery moved towards the door. She turned around right before she pulled it open.” Hannah thought for a split second that Avery was going to tell her to come get her diaper changed before she cleaned up breakfast. A fast burnt fire. “Chris. Don’t forget to mow the lawn, and start cleaning out the garage when we’re gone today.” Avery left the dining room with that, and made her way towards the bedroom. Shouting the whole way until neither Chris or Hannah could hear what she was saying. “Y'ALL DON’T JUST GET TO LIVE HERE FOR FREE... THIS IS MY...” Hannah looked at Chris as soon as Avery’s voice trailed off into the aether. “Please help me Chris!” She whispered manically. Trying to hold back more tears. “You know this isn’t right Chris... We’re friends!”

This is a story I posted not too long ago on the abdlstoryforum website, but I've decided to post it here while I lay down my roots and prepare a new story for the contest. I hope you all enjoy it and I can get some fresh eyes on it, it may not be perfect but I like it as an introduction to my writing style. I''ll be honest, I'm not trying to write A Tale of Two Cities here, just something a bit sexy some people can have some fun with. Any feedback you can give me would be appreciated, as well as any follows or... likes? If that is a thing here. Maybe it can at least get a few folks off. Anyway, please enjoy Kendra Takes Ethan by Eternal Futility Fiction. Kendra Takes Ethan The boredom was the worst part. There were no clocks or windows in the room where Ethan was kept, and the lights were always set at the same soft glow, making it impossible to estimate how much time had passed. He knew his captor always left him alone for several hours straight five days in a row, and from this he surmised that she must have a full time job. The idea of her going out, living a normal life, while he lay waiting in a thick, crinkling disposable diaper filled him with an impotent rage, which he had no way to release. For the first few weeks, whenever Ethan was left alone, he had pulled and struggled against his restraints, desperate to be free. He was young and strong, but that was not enough to stretch or break the thick leather strap across his chest. He was also denied the use of his hands, as they’d been locked securely into safety mittens since his first day of captivity, only ever taken off for his captor to trim his fingernails. The mittens themselves were clipped under another strap which held his hips in place, preventing him from moving his arms in the slightest. A final strap linked to a pair of padded ankle cuffs, which stopped him from rolling over or changing position. Even if by some miracle he managed to escape from these expertly applied restraints, he would have to find a way out of his “crib”, as his captor called it. Ethan considered it more of a cage, as he’d never seen a crib with a locking top, nor one built from such sturdy, hardened oak. Inevitably, his struggles would end with him sobbing quietly, wallowing in the helplessness and humiliation of his new life. He wanted to curl up, or at least hug himself across the chest, anything to offer himself a bit of comfort, but he was denied even this. The restraints were perfectly designed to keep him in the exact position his captor wanted, and no matter how hard he tried, he knew that she would return to find her new pet just as she left him. The only comfort he found would be bittersweet, as it came from his captor, the one who had confined him to this harrowing life of submission and monotony. Her cooing, doting and gentle caresses stirred up painfully conflicting feelings in the young man’s mind. She was the only other person he had seen in weeks, and he found himself craving her attention and accepting her pitying comments, as they were his only respite from his suffering and loneliness. But he also knew that she was the designer of this seemingly endless torture, and that accepting her reassurance was only playing into her hands, and that he was behaving exactly as she wanted him to. Such was her level of control. She wanted him to wear a diaper, and despite his struggles and protests, here he was in a diaper. She wanted him to remain in place in his crib while she was away, and he had no way to rebel against this decision. She wanted to perform his grooming herself, so of course, whenever his teeth needed brushing, face or body needed shaving, or he needed to be bathed, his hands would be kept well out of the way while she tended to him. And tend to him she did, ever so gently. Almost insultingly so, as if he were as fragile and valuable as a Ming vase. Perhaps he should be grateful for this, as he would have no means to defend himself if her desires were more sadistic or tortuous. In all his time here, she had never struck him, nor hurt him in anyway. She hadn’t even had to raise her voice. As she had complete control of every moment of his life, and was the only source he had for sustenance, simply withholding “privileges” was an effective enough method of control. A skipped meal or extra time sitting in a diaper in need of changing ensured enthusiastic compliance without the need for harsher methods. But the tenderness of her care was a double edged sword, igniting the flames of indignation and resentment that often washed over him in truly humiliating moments. “I am a grown man!” his mind would scream internally, as she gently ran her soft fingers over the baby powder covering his penis and testicles. The knowledge that he could take care of himself, but was trapped in a position where that was impossible was maddening. It was like he had driven into one of life’s dead ends, and he had no way to back out. Ethan writhed pointlessly in his restraints once more, and thought back bitterly to how this state of affairs came to be. If only he had gotten into that taxi! If only he had listened to his mind, rather than his cock! If only he had put up more resistance while he still had a chance… * * * “I’m telling you, if you play like you did today for the rest of the season, we might make it to the finals! Hell, we might even make it to Nationals!” Ethan grinned and looked over at his drunken teammate. Peter was much shorter than the rest of the players on the rugby team, but he was undeniably burly and stout, and had a contagious enthusiasm that Ethan respected. And Peter’s declaration wasn’t far from the truth. As head prop, Ethan used his considerable strength and endurance to gain the advantage in nearly every scrum. After a game like that, and after polishing off one too many celebratory beers at the college pub, Ethan was feeling on top of the world. He sat comfortably in the booth surrounded by his jubilant teammates, and ran his fingers through his close cropped brown hair. He had a habit of doing so often in social situations, as it gave him an opportunity to show off his biceps. He felt his musculature was his best asset when interacting with strangers. Although a well sculpted man, he tended to have anxiety in public places, especially around women. But all that anxiety disappeared when he was on the rugby field. “One game at a time, boys. The seasons only just begun,” Ethan replied. Peter waved a dismissive hand at Ethan’s modest response and shouted for the waitress to bring the team a tray of shooters. “Be pessimistic if you like, my friend. But tonight we’re celebrating. You should do the same. No practice in the morning, and there’s plenty of girls in here who saw the game today. I for one, don’t intend to leave this pub by myself.” And with that, Peter downed his shooter, and promptly walked away to strike up a conversation with two girls huddled close together at the bar. Ethan was jealous of Peter’s confidence when dealing with women. Although he was attractive and athletic himself, he always seemed to get tongue-tied and make a fool of himself when he tried to flirt. But perhaps tonight would be different. Peter was right, many of the women in the pub had likely seen him excel on the field today, and perhaps he could parlay that into a one-night-stand. Downing his own shooter, Ethan hesitated, then grabbed a second one, which one of his teammates had declined. A few drinks should help serve as social lubrication, he reasoned. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, with lots of laughing with his teammates, plenty of libations, and several drunken conversations with the women attending the pub, some more successful than others. He felt confident talking with Alice, a blonde nursing major wearing a short summer dress, but she left quite early, rebuffing his clumsy offer to walk her home. Later he met Kendra, a tall, dark beauty who seemed a few years older, dressed in what Ethan recognized as expensive clothing. She sipped slowly at her drink, and listened to Ethan’s attempts to boast about his athletic prowess on the field today. She was quite tall for a woman, only a few inches shy of Ethan’s six foot frame, and her tasteful but flirty outfit showed off her curves marvellously. When her dark eyes locked with his, even in his drunken state, he felt his heart flutter. “That’s adorable sweetie,” she said, a sly smile playing across her face. From that response, Ethan realized he had little chance of seducing Kendra, so he awkwardly dismissed himself, and wished her a good night. His teammates gradually started leaving the pub as the night wore on, some with a partner for the night, some without, as Ethan continued drinking and trying his luck with more girls. However, he had passed the tipping point between the drinks giving him confidence, and his drunkenness impeding his judgement. The next hour or so was blurry in his mind, until a woman splashing her drink in his face brought him back to reality. He wasn’t even sure what he had said to offend her, but when he saw the bouncer approaching, he decided it was time to cut his losses and leave. He half-stumbled out of the pub into the street, sat down on the curb, and used his smartphone to summon a taxi. Too exhausted to even be frustrated by his failure, or embarrassed by his actions at the end of the night, he leaned his head on one hand and dozed, waiting for the cab to show up. He was awoken suddenly, by a gentle voice very close to him. “Honey, do you have a way to get home?” Startled, and blinking in confusion, Ethan looked up to see Kendra kneeling down close to him. He struggled to respond. “Yehh… I’ve got cab. A cab coming.” His head was spinning, and he just wanted to wait for his cab in peace, but Kendra stayed kneeling close to him, close enough that he could smell the soft perfume she was wearing. “Sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a lift? Hmm? You could save a little money, and we could… talk a bit” Kendra said with her same sly smile, and began gently rubbing Ethan’s back. At the contact, Ethan immediately began to get aroused. Right on cue, his taxi pulled up and screeched to a halt. The driver rolled down the window. “You Ethan?” the cab-driver called out impatiently. A long, fateful moment passed before Ethan made the worst mistake of his life. “No.” * * * As Kendra drove her luxurious SUV through the silent streets, she kept talking and flirting with the boy in an effort to keep him awake. She wondered how aware the boy was that she hadn’t asked where he lived, perhaps he thought she was taking him back to her place for a night of casual sex. She smirked at the thought. Although the boy was good looking, she was certainly not attracted to him in a carnal manner. He was too sweet, too innocent too… cute, in the way a puppy or small child might be. She had something else in mind for him. His replies to her attempts at conversation were becoming shorter, more slurred as she got closer to her neighborhood. This would not do, she needed him alert enough to walk into her house without a fuss, and without anyone seeing. Upon stopping at a red light, she rested her right hand on the boy’s inner thigh and leaned in close to him. “Poor baby, you seem all tuckered out. Are you too sleepy to play? I have so many fun things planned for you, it would be a shame if you missed out.” The boy shifted in his seat excitedly, and Kendra felt his member stiffen through his jeans, and gently brushed against it as she pulled her hand away. It was amazing how much more alert he became from such a minor action. Men were such simple creatures. “It’ll take more than a few drinks to keep me from a beauty like you Kendra… I’m going to give you a real night to remember,” Ethan said, a little more steadily than before. Kendra smiled. Ethan didn’t know how right he was. * * * As the SUV arrived at Kendra’s impressive home, Ethan looked up in wonderment. The whole property was surrounded by an immense, neatly tended hedge, and the long driveway was blocked off by a high, black gate. The house itself was massive, and had the look of one of the old Victorian estates common in the area, but much more modernized. “Quite a place you got here…” Ethan mumbled, as they pulled into the driveway and the electronic gate closed behind them. “Yes it is sweetie… Yes it is. Now come on, let’s get you inside,” responded Kendra, still wearing that sly smile. Ethan managed to stumble up to the entrance of the mansion, and Kendra unlocked the door, let herself and the boy in, and then shut it behind them. As he heard the door lock, some small part of his mind began to feel uneasy. But his excitement about his impending night of pleasure with Kendra stifled any fears, and when she took his hand and started leading him upstairs, he meekly followed. Once inside Kendra’s lavishly decorated bedroom, Ethan placed his hand on Kendra’s waist and tried to lean in for a kiss, only to be rebuffed, with Kendra reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. “Naughty boy… You need to slow down. Let’s get you undressed first.” Ethan smiled and blushed at Kendra’s kinky statement. He had never been one for freaky sex, much more preferring vanilla encounters, with him in control of the situation. But he was no prude, and if this is what turned Kendra on, he was happy to oblige. As Ethan reached down to pull his shirt off, Kendra grasped each of his hands gently, and stared into his eyes. He couldn’t help but melt under her gaze, something about her dark eyes were so persuasive, so… powerful. “Baby, let me take care of that for you.” And with that, Kendra began slowly and gently undressing Ethan, until he stood only in his boxer-briefs, his intense arousal made obvious by his member straining against the fabric. “Ohhh, looks like my boy is VERY excited… I know just how to take care of that.” She gently slid down his underwear, exposing his impressive cock. Kendra was somewhat surprised, given his meek, almost childlike personality, she expected something smaller. Having kneeled down to remove his last shred of clothes, Kendra looked up at Ethan, her face inches away from his cock, making him shudder in anticipation. “My, my… What a big boy you are. But are you a good boy?” Ethan was surprised by the question. Was this some kind of kinky roleplay? He was a bit too drunk and exhausted to keep up, but he found himself nodding, his arousal making him feel very suggestible. “You are? Well that’s good sweetie! Very good. Because good boys follow instructions. Can you follow my instructions like a good boy?” As drunk as he was, Ethan once again felt uneasiness creep into his mind. It seemed Kendra was much kinkier than he was, but even so, he felt himself nodding his head, desperate for the gorgeous woman before him to relieve his aching cock. “You will? What a very good boy! I’ll keep it very simple for you, baby, since I know you’re not at you best. I want you to lie down on your back on the middle of the bed, and I’ll take care of the rest.” Ethan was all too eager to oblige, scurrying over to her king-sized bed and positioning himself in the middle, his cock pointing up in the air like a desperate flag pole. Even with Kendra’s peculiar kinky games, at least it seemed he was finally going to get the release he so craved. As Kendra climbed onto the bed after him, his suspicion seemed to be confirmed. She got on her hands and knees over his prone body, still fully clothed, lining up her eyes with his. His cock strained to towards her, but she kept herself just out of reach. As she stared deeply into his eyes, Ethan sensed affection, warmth and… pity? Before he could process that, he felt her grasp his hands, and slowly and gently raise them up above his head. He heard a small click, and then another, and felt something tighten around each of his wrists. With annoyance, Ethan realized he had been handcuffed to the bed. “All right Kendra, that’s enough. I’m into you and everything... but all this kinky shit is a bit much for me.” “Shhhh…” whispered Kendra, putting her finger to Ethan’s lips. “I know it’s scary, sweetie. But remember, you promised to be a good boy.” Ethan had had enough, aching cock or not. “Forget this. Un-cuff me right now, I’m calling a cab and getting the hell out of here.” Kendra looked genuinely saddened by Ethan’s words. “Poor boy… You don’t understand.” She turned and slipped off of the bed, opening the drawer of her bedside table. “I understand fine! And if you don’t un-cuff me right now, I’ll- Mmmph!” Kendra quickly and expertly applied the ball-gag to the restrained boy. It would be necessary for a while, until he adjusted to his new circumstances. She moved to the foot of the bed, leaned her hands on the mattress, and stared up past the boy’s still straining cock, straight into his terrified eyes. “No baby, you DON’T understand. I saw you marching around the pub tonight, thinking that just because you played some silly game well today that you were entitled to sex. But I looked closely at you, and I saw something. Something important. Trying to get girls to sleep with you didn’t come naturally. It was a learned behaviour, one you were quite poor at, by the way. I think you were just following the lead of your peers, trying to impress them. I think deep down, you’re just an innocent little boy, who doesn’t have the capacity to judge right or wrong. Someone who needs the right decisions made for them. Isn’t that right?” Ethan grunted into the ball gag in response, and struggled against the handcuffs. “Shhhh, baby. It’s all right. You don’t need to be worried, or afraid, or angry. You don’t need to be anything anymore, other than a good boy.” Ethan was truly terrified now, the adrenaline pumping through his system cutting through any drunkenness. He watched as Kendra walked across the room and picked up a small bag full of items that he couldn’t quite make out. “You’re going to be a good boy from now on, baby. My good boy. The good boy you were always meant to be,” Kendra said softly, as if breaking difficult news to a small child. As she spoke, she pulled an item out of the bag which caused Ethan to enter a renewed fit of thrashing and grunting. She set the disposable diaper down on the foot of the bed, and took a moment to relish in the sight of the terrified, helpless boy panicking in front of her. And Kendra let him panic for a while. She was in no rush. She had all the time in the world. Stay tuned for Chapter 2, as poor Ethan endures the first few days of his new life!

This is an original story written by me. I just received an idea to write a story like this in my head. This story is about a girl named Jessica who cheats on her boyfriend named Jeff. When Jeff catches Jessica cheating on him, the only way he could make sure that she won’t cheat on him again is treating her like a baby and embarrassing her in front of everyone therefore making sure that she will be unable to be with any other guy. All characters in this story are 18+. While I am writing this story, I will continue to be updating New Girl in School as well as Kidnapped at the same time. As always, I am open to all feedback and I hope you all enjoy this story. PROLOGUE Jessica and Jeff have been together for almost 2 years. After about a year of them being together, they decided to rent a house splitting up expenses down the middle. In the past, they have been very loyal to each other and Jeff was getting ready to propose so he could have a life with Jessica. Recently Jessica has raised suspicion by coming home late therefore delaying Jeff’s idea of when to propose. Jessica is 22 years old. She works as a server at a restaurant, which she has worked at since she was 17 years old. Jessica has been very loyal to Jeff up until recently. Just recently Jessica met a guy by the name of Adrian at the restaurant that she worked at. Every night after her shift, the two hang out with each other without Jeff knowing. Jeff grows suspicion and eventually catches on later in the story. This will lead to a lot of embarrassment and humiliation for Jessica. Jeff is 25 years old. He works as a contractor at a construction company where he makes a decent amount of money to be able to spoil Jessica with all of the things that she wants. Jeff loves Jessica so much that he bought a ring. He was planning on proposing at their 2 year anniversary mark. That has since changed due to growing suspicion of Jessica cheating on him due to coming home late. This will grow to humiliation and embarrassment of Jessica to make sure that this will never happen again. CHAPTER 1: THE SUSPICION Jessicas and I have been together for almost 2 years. Occasionally there have been fights, but not any major ones. As time went on, I grew suspicious because Jessica has been getting back from work late. It would be different if she was getting back from work maybe 30 minutes later than usual here and there, but it has been very consistent to the point where she has been getting back from work about 4 hours later than normal almost everyday. It is now 8PM, I hear a car pull into the driveway and the front door to the house opening. “Honey, I’m home” yells Jessica. “How was work?” I asked. “It was okay, pretty slow today” Jessica replied. I then kissed Jessica and proceeded to make dinner. Once I was done making dinner, I called Jessica into the dining room where we sat together and ate. Once we were done eating, she said she was tired and went into the bedroom while I sat in the living room and watched some TV. This is where I grew really suspicious because lately she has been going to bed extremely early. Usually Jessica stays up until 1am with me. It was around midnight when I headed into the bedroom. Jessica was passed out with her phone on my side of bed. “Hmm” I thought, “she must’ve been watching movies on her phone when she passed out”. As I picked up Jessica's phone, there were several notifications including a text message from a person I am very unfamiliar with. “See you tomorrow beautiful” read the text message. As I looked at who it was from, it was a person in her contacts named “Adrian”. “Who’s that?” I thought. As I looked over at Jessica, she was still passed out. I then proceeded to unlock her phone to look at the message history she had with this guy. As I looked into the message history, I noticed there were a few nudes sent back and forth and there were some flirting. I then got out my phone and took a few pictures of the text conversation between Jessica and Adrian. I then put Jessica’s phone back and started to think of a plan to make sure she regrets cheating on me. I then fell asleep leaving tomorrow for the day to get ready for the plan.

I am Anastasia de Cruz. I am 26 years old. I am a tall girl with blond hair. For 3 years now I'm have been working in an excellent company, as deputy CEO and during all this time I have not heard a single kind word from him to any employee. Everyone in office, is very tired of him. From his screams and various crazy ideas, for which he liked to deprive employees of bonuses. Finally, one evening I was surfing the Internet and the case went to the ABDL sites and my plan was ripe. Our CEO really acted like a baby. "Well, I thought to myself -" It's time for the baby to get a mommy. "

Year 2493 Kevin was a 27 years old guy arrested for a robbery in a jewelry store and condamned by the Judge Amanda Parks to a forced regression cycle at a curatrix chosed by the state. He was high just 94 cm in a world where the women are on average 3 meters high. He was waiting his “mommy? Aunty? Granny?”, he hadn’t idea about how he supposed to call her, come to take him to introduce him to a live of diapers, spankings, and other embarrassing things. When the celebration of the process was ended the little man was escorted by the judicial guard to a car, where a Nun was waiting him, and put in the car seat and brought in Saint Francis preschool where, even though with more embarrassing fir him, he was changed in a pull up and put in a play room where other little men was waiting.

INTRO Chris was going to graduate high school in a few months, and he couldn’t wait. He had a full ride all but signed. To run track for Michigan State University. He just had to finish this season on top, and get his diploma. That’s not the only reason he spent so many hours training after school. His home life wasn’t... good. His relationship with his step-mom, Karen left much to be desired, when his father was still alive - and it didn’t get better after he passed. Chris was like his old man. He was good at whatever he did. He was a prince of the universe, and his father Jeff... he was a god. Their lives were handed to them on silver platters, whether they wanted it or not. It was a devine legacy, a law of the cosmos : that he won home-comeing king, and was dating the head cheerleader, Sarah Clancy. Chris had a lot of trophies, but she was his most prized possession. Sarah was a fairy princess manifested in the real world. She had beautiful red curls, and her eyes were deep pools of green… she had porcelain skin, and perfect curves. By the seventh grade she had a body that would make grown men turn their heads, only to feel like monsters seconds later. When they realized what they were making eyes at - and, she had only grown up since then. Rachel was his father’s newest trophy. She was Jeff’s second wife. Chris’s step-mom. She wasn’t much in the brains department, but she had legs for days, and she knew how to use them... and the rest of her body too, for that matter. She was Victoria’s Secret model, before trying to become an actress. Jeff tried to jump start her acting career, but a pretty face and perfect body wasn’t enough to land a serious role. She never said it, but Chris was sure Rachel resented the both of them - for how effortlessly the world catered to their every need. He knew why his dad kept her around though. He would be lying if he said he didn't spend a night or two thinking about her before falling asleep. Rachel would always say to people, “If you wanted to know what I used to look like, here you go...” and then make a gesture towards her daughter, Hannah - Chris’s step sister. “Why would anybody not pick this angel to be the captain of the cheerleading team?... You know I was the captain of the cheer team as a sophomore...” Hannah was sixteen. A junior. and she knew what her mom was doing, but she didn’t care, because it kept her happy. Rachel didn’t lie, though. Hannah was a carbon copy of her mom when she was that age. A ‘ten’ in any man’s book, the both of them. still. Only... Hannah had the brains that her mom didn’t. Which probably made her hate Chris even more than Rachel. It was bad enough she had to live in her mom’s shadow, but she had to live in Sarah’s shadow too... and Sarah was over a lot because of Chris. PART I Hannah and her mom were in line at an audition for a mother / daughter part in a commercial. She wasn’t really excited about the part, she was more into her social media pages these days. but she figured Sarah hadn’t been on television yet, so she would have that on her. Maybe she could finally get more followers than her. She already had more than Chris. A fact she never let him forget that. Just thinking about them made her blood boil. It didn’t help that there was a television a few feet away from her. Playing the local news, at an obnoxiously loud volume. The cherry on top : it was a puff piece about Chris. Her track star, golden child, step brother - and how he was going to be the first athlete to get a full ride to a major university from their high school... that he was a top prospect for the upcoming olympic team. She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, she was just trying to focus on anything but that fucking T.V. A nearby conversation did the trick - between a girl Hannah’s age. and what one would assume to be the girl's mother... grandmother... She couldn’t tell. “Oh! My! Gawd!... I can’t even!!! Are you really still taking those things? Did you not hear what happened to Gal Gadot?” The older woman was obviously upset about something that her daughter had just popped in her mouth. “What now!” the girl droned. “Please mom tell me! How else did Gal Gadot get in such good shape for the new Wonder Woman movie? I’m dying to know” She washed the pill down with a pull from her water bottle before getting an answer. “She might have gotten in good shape, but I heard from Aunt Linda, who gets her hair done by the same stylist as Ms.Gadot, that those pills made her incontinent.” The woman realized that her daughter didn’t quite grasp the concept. “Like... She pees her pants now, and has to wear diapers 24/7.” “OH MY GOD! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!!! It isn’t going to happen to me is it?” The young girl bumped into Hannah as she ran towards the bathroom. Presumably to purge her system of the dangerous pill she just injested. “One of the other ladies there told Aunt Linda that she’s pretty sure she caught Gal pooping in a diaper before she could get her skirt off in the bathroom!” the woman was yelling across the room now. Hannah saw the girl throw the bottle of pills into the trash on the way to the bathroom. “You better hope you haven’t taken too many of those things already! If you think I’m going to be changing your diapers again, you have another thing coming! I did that enough when you were in middle school!” The woman’s mouth curled into a baleful smile as she dumped more vodka from her purse into her water bottle, and lit a cigarette. Obviously pleased with herself for winning an argument and knocking her spoiled little daughter down a peg. “Do you really think Gal Gadot has to wear diapers because of that stuff?” Hannah asked her mom. There was no way she was the only one that heard that. “I don’t know, Hannah...” Rachel shrugged at her daughter. Her eyes were glued to the television - like burning cigarettes. The news spot covering Chris was still playing. “If she does, I sure wish your step brother would take them. Put that immature little delinquent in his place for once.” It wasn’t any secret that Chris and his friends threw parties every weekend, where they got drunk and high. Hannah had her mother convinced she was never a part of that scene. “YASSS!!!... oh my god, yes!” Hannah shook her mother's arm with excitement. “What would his perfect little girlfriend, and all his stupid minions say if he had to wear diapers again!?!” Her smile was full of more malice than one person should legally carry. “Can we do it please?!?!?” She shook her mother’s arm hard. “Oh, can we please mommy dearest?!? CAN WE PLEASE?!? “Can we what?” Rachel looked at her daughter, confused. Not quite grasping the concept she just introduced. “What do you mean, ‘can we what’?” Hannah questioned. “Can we give Chris those pills! please!... please!... PLEASE MOM!!!” Hannah shook her mom’s arm on more time. “You know you want to.” “OH... Hannah!” Rachel scoffed at her teenage daughter. “That’s terrible!” she looked at her with wide eyes. “What are you waiting for then?... GO!” Rachel pushed her daughter up out of her chair, and whispered loudly. “Go get ‘em!” Hannah skipped across the room and loitered around the trash can the girl had thrown the pills into until she was sure nobody was watching. She grabbed the bottle out of the trash, shoved it into her purse, and skipped back to her seat. “I got them” she whispered to her mom. “How many do you think he’ll have to take? Do you think it will work?” “I would say however many that poor girl took.” Rachel answered with a smile. “And I’m pretty sure they work...” Hannah followed her mom's finger across the room. She saw the girl that threw the pills away standing just outside the bathroom door. She was crying, and there was a large and obvious dark spot that started at the crotch of her little grey yoga pants, and ran down the length of both her legs. “GWEN!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!” The girl's mother hollered. “You were in the bathroom! What happened? How many of those things did you take?!?” The woman rushed to her daughter’s side. “There wasn’t an open stall!” the girl cried. Her big blue eyes were full of tears. Maskara was running down her face. “I couldn’t hold it! I only was taking them for a few days! MOM!... It was just an accident!!!” You could tell she was trying to convince herself that it was a one-time thing more so than her mom. “Is it...” The girl's mother wrapped a shawl around the front of her daughter’s waist. “I’m not gonna... gonna...” she tried to finish her sentence between desperate sobs. “GONNA NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS?!?!?” she finally wailed. Her mother had already started to push her towards the exit. Whispering something into her ear. “IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDEEEAAHHHH!!!” The girl wretched and moaned, she grabbed handfuls of her own ass, and fell to her knees. “GWEN! What are you... ARE YOU POOPING YOUR PANTS?!?” The woman tried to get her daughter off the floor. “People are starting to film you Gwen! We have to go or the only job you’re going to get will be for a pampers commercial! Hannah, and Rachel talked about their plan the whole way home from the audition, and didn’t waste any time getting Chris his ‘medicine’ that night. “That girl said she only took a few days worth, and that happened to her.” Hannah said, breaking several days worth open over Chris’s mashed potatoes, and stirring the powder in. “That should be a good start!” Hannah turned to her mom and laughed. Rachel broke one more open, and stirred it into the potatoes too. “One more for good measure... cant hurt.” She shrugged, and winked at Hannah. The two were snickering amongst each other as they watched Chris finish his dinner. He had no idea what they found so god damned funny. Later that night Hannah and Chris were watching Jimmy Fallon. “So you all remember the girl from the new Progrsive ads? You know... the younger, sexier Flo?” Fallon made a cringed face before continuing, and a graphic of the girl from the audition earlier flashed across the screen. “Well apparently she was too young. But not too young to go viral...” The screen cut to a video of the poor girl at the end of her embarrassing exhibition crawling across the floor on all fours as her mother tried to cover her daughter from getting caught on camera. “I pooped my pants mom! I don’t want to wear diapers like Gal Gadot!!! I DON’T WANT TO POOP MY PANTS!!!” The girl collapsed into a pile on the floor, and the camera got a good zoomed shot of her piss and shit stained yoga pants. Before the screen cut back to Fallon. “Actually I’m being told she wasn’t too young. Apparently most people get potty trained when they are toddlers. Except Wonder Woman too, apparently?” Jimmy wore a puzzled look, and threw his hands in the air. “We tried to reach out to Diana of Themyscira for a comment... but we haven’t heard back. Maybe she was getting her diaper changed at the time.” “That’s horrible! That poor girl...” Chris remarked. still laughing, though. “I can’t even imagine if something like that happened to me... can you, Hannah?” “Oh I can imagine something like that happening to you.” she muttered under her breath. “What was that?” Chris asked. “I said No I can’t... That’s terrible.” She arched her back, stretched her arms, and yawned. “I’m gonna go to bed. Sleep tight.” Hannah smiled at Chris, and stood up. “Yeah... Goodnight Hannah.” Chris hollered at his step sister as she made her way upstairs. The screen flashed a still of the girl laying on the floor covered in her own make one more time before a commercial break. Chris cocked his head slightly to the one side as he looked at the image. “Hmm... what a shame. She’s got a nice ass.” he muttered to himself before turning the T.V. off and heading to bed himself.

We are in 2491. because a pandemy in 2150 the world is totally changed: men are became more and more tall up to one meter high, while women are became more and more high up to three meters high. In this context there is been a real social revolution in which the women took the almost total control of society taking the most important crafts while men are reduced to do the less payed but more creative crafts. But in those times between women the fashion of treat the men like babies or toddler was turning. Daniel Thompson was a young stylist who was doing a walk in a park, the next week he would have turned 24 and he was thinking about how celebrate its in the best way, he was thinking about a intimate party with only his best friends. He was 1,02 m high with black hair and green eyes and he was wearing a pair of jeans with a light green sweatshirt, with a expensive sneakers, the gift of his mother. The young man blushed very much when he saw a woman who changed the diaper to a man on a bench in the park, turning the look away and walking more fastly, then she sat down on a bench taking the book that one hof his friend had lent him and starting to read it. After some hours he decided that it was time to return at home but while he was walking in the path he felt observed then he decided to hasten the pace. (please don't write two lines post but be descriptive. about add new tags I would prefer to discuss about before)

I am Anastasia Cruz. I am 25 years old. I am a blonde of small stature 5''2 with beautiful green eyes. I am very intelligent and love to develop myself. A few months ago I got a job at a very large oil company and am already applying for the vacant position of Deputy General Director. But this position is claimed by my colleague, who has been with this company for quite some time, according to my information, for 2 years and she always substitutes me and makes sure that all my affairs fail, but I always ended up successfully. Recently, I heard that the CEO is going to stop on my candidacy. Unexpectedly, my colleague changed anger to mercy and was kind to me. Wore my favorite coffee and helped me with business. And now she is to invited me to her home for dinner, saying that she had prepared a surprise for me ...

Hi, I've been requesting for a story for a while, and while I've objectively found some things that I like, most of the times I've found myself thinking "I would have done otherwise". So I decided to start writing one on my own. BUT! I wanna give you a fair warning before I start getting into the story 'cause I feel like you all deserve it, since I don't want to waste anyone's precious time. 1 - This is my first time writing a full story, so it is highly possible that it will be convoluted and lead to nothing. 2 - English is not my first language, so it's probably not gonna be an excellent piece of art, especially if you are someone who enjoys literature. 3 - The most important point. If you expect this get to the "kinky stuff" immediately, don't get into it. I like to take things slow and have that sweet characters development. 4 - Yes, I started this story elsewhere and I think here too but I will restart it and continue it now CHAPTER 01 "And why on Earth would I need an assistant again?" John Jefferson, 28, was 3 when he was diagnosed with a very rare disease that affects both muscles and bones, making them fragile; while it wasn't lethal on its own, it made it impossible for him to put any muscular mass by weight lifting, and also forced him to be cautious with his eating habits, since his legs might fail his structure him if he would have become overweight. On top of that, he was also on the shorter side, so being a 4'7very skinny man, he surely wasn't the bossiest looking dude in the office. Although his problems, he's always tried to get what was best for him and tried to give himself some authority. He grew a nicely shaped beard, he became witty and, contrary to most people in his position, he would always go to work wearing a suit and a tie. "First and foremost, it is a cost efficient solution. Our new employee is a promising intern that will work here for free for the next six months. If she, as I expect, will turn to be good enough, we will hire her with a full-time job, so I need someone qualified to teach her. " Ever since Mrs. Thompson retired, Janna Prickles, a 51 years old unmarried men hater became his new boss and things only started running slower for his career; it was bright as the day that Janna had a particular taste in torturing him. And the hate was mutual. Short and plumpy, she always used to wear overly coloured outfits that made her look like a knock off version of Queen Elizabeth. Fitting for her personality, John thought. John rolled his eyes and sighed "In other words, I have to babysit." but Janna blocked him with an evil grin. "I took care personally and decided for her amongst tons of other students who signed for this position. She's a quick learner, don't worry. Also, there's a second reason why I needed for you to have an assistant: even though you're better at your job than I like to admit, you're still an annoying little prick who needs to learn how to be organized, so she will take charges of your time schedules from now on." Truthfully, his office looked like a mess, and his schedules were all over the place, he couldn't argue with it. But there was more. "Oh I see now. It's about the Gravéneux fiasco! Look I told you already it was not my fault if Stuart went through my stuff and mixed 'em up lik-" "I know and that is why he had been fired. But let's be honest for a second here. Just coincidentally it wasn't your fault this time. It was surely not the first time your pig habits got in your way. I know this is more about pride than anything else, but you DO need help in that front. And you can be helpful yourself." That didn't sound very convincing at all to John, and she knew it; so, sighing and looking down, she continued her speech. "Fine, I knew it would have come to this. I've already hired her, as a matter of facts, she's already waiting in your office, as of now. Since I know that you need something to be motivated, here's your goal: in the next six months I want to have someone who is just as good as you doing your job, and you are the only one who can teach her. Make me proud, and you'll get a 6% raise." Finally she was talking business, he thought. John was a very proud and goal oriented person, and this seemed like a good deal, which he closed by shaking hands with his boss. He walked to his office and opened the door. His new assistant was standing there, right in front of him. <HOLY SHIT> was all he could think of, but he limited himself to think it, and open his eyes wide.

PROLOGUE Hello everyone, this story may be very similar to one you have seen before because it is. About 15 years ago, a person by the name of Jilly Poo started the story “New Girl in School”, the story was last worked on a few years ago and has seemed to have died since. I am in the process of rewriting the story with some changes to better fit the current era. This story is 100% fiction(the only thing real about this story is the city and state), if you have any ideas or changes that should be made, feel free to PM me. I apologize, for any grammatical errors as well as for the slow start. Hope you all enjoy! CHAPTER 1: Going to School My name is Natalie Ross, I am currently 14 years old, and just moved to Oregon, Wisconsin from a small town in North Carolina called Lincolnton where I am about to start my freshman year of high school. I am fairly short for my age, I am 4 foot 11, everyone mistakes my age and thinks that I am still in elementary school. *Dream fades in*It feels so real, it is currently the 4th of September, 2018, my first day at my new school, my first day in high school. I am walking down the hallway and I see this cute guy and he ends up asking me to the dance. I ended up saying yes. *Dream fades out* “Natalie, it’s time to get up and get ready for school!” yells my mother. I am excited yet nervous, it is my first day as a high schooler in my new school. I jump in the shower all excited and I am right out in 5 minutes. I don’t even take the time to get dressed. Once I am dressed, I rush downstairs to see what my mom made me for breakfast. “Yum!! Bacon, eggs and pancakes! My favorite!” I say. “You better hurry up and eat before your bus comes” my mother says. I hurry up and eat my food and didn’t even ask for seconds. Once I am done eating, I realize that I am almost late for my bus. I hurry up and grab my backpack, which contains all my items that I need for school, and head out to the bus stop to wait for the bus. Within 5 minutes of arriving at the bus stop, the bus comes. As I get on the bus, I plug my headphones into my iPhone 8 and slowly make my way to the back of the bus to avoid anyone due to being nervous about my first day at school. The bus is ride is a nice 15-minute ride, which gave me plenty of time to listen to music and calm my mind. After the 15-minute ride, I arrived at Oregon High School, which is medium size, but it is so much bigger than my old school in North Carolina. As I walk into the school, I am overwhelmed at the size difference of the school compared to my old school. I glance down at my schedule to see where my locker is. I manage to find my locker where I am greeted by a girl, which is known by many people at the school by the name of Jennifer Robinson. “Umm… Excuse me…” I say shyly, “I believe you are at my locker”. Jennifer laughs and says, “Your locker? Are you even old enough to be in high school? You look like you’re 5 years old”. Before I can even retort back, I hear “Hey! Leave her alone!”. Once Jennifer heard that, she got all mad and walked away. “Hi, my name is Abby, I am a junior here at Oregon, I take it you’re new?” Says Abby. “Yes, I am, I actually just moved here from North Carolina. I am a freshman” I reply. “If you need help with anything, I can help show you to your first class once you are done putting your things back in your locker” Abby says. “That would be great!” I reply. After I drop my backpack off in my locker, Abby shows me around the school and takes me to my first class: Physical Science.

So I got this idea today while reading one of @BabySofia stories and couldn't get it out of my head. Here's the first chapter and I didn't take much time to edit it, so I apologize in advance for any errors. I'm not sure when I'll finish this because I'd kinda like to lay "The Portal in the Basement" to rest before jumping head into something new. Anyways, without further ado, here's what I did instead of studying for my Thermodynamics final exam! The Age of the Amazons By: Little Tomás Chapter 1 “Please state your name and position for the record” “Dr. Ava Armstead, Director of Recourse Allocation at the National Institute for Scientific Progress,” I said calmly. “Dr. Armstead, this hearing is on the record and I’m required to inform you that if you lie while testifying here today you will be charged with perjury, which is a felony. You do have the right to remain silent. I would also like to remind you that this is a legislative body, not a judicial one, but we will turn over everything we find today to the Attorney General’s office. Regardless, you do have the right to have an attorney present and if you cannot afford one the state will provide one. Each member of the committee will have 20 minutes to question you and time will be kept by myself. Order shall be determined by seniority. Do you have any further questions about these proceedings before we begin?” “No, I understand my rights and Mr. Alvi and Ms. Kahn, seated to my left and right, are my legal counsel.” “Very well then. The chair recognizes the senior member of this honerable committee. Senator Anthony, you have 20 minutes.” “I thank the chair. My first question for you is when was it first brought to your attention that there was a fertility disorder in our genome?” Senator Anthony’s green eyes were stone cold as he stared down from his seat at Dr. Armstead who was sitting at a small table, her lawyers seated on each side like bodyguards facing an army in the middle of the arc of 12 senators who composed the Sadayas Senate Oversight Committee. There was the faint, but ever present click of the reporters’ cameras, and the low electric hum of the TV cameras and audio recorders: the hunting call of a pack of wolves. There were few spectators in the packed chamber due to the overwhelming number of reports. There was even a tiny camera in the gallery of room being operated by little from the BBC. This was interdimensional news now. Fuck this being a legislative proceeding. This was a court of public opinion. There was going to be no due process. The people wanted to blame someone and the President had more or less managed to side-step the whole crisis leveraging populist policies and the “mob mentality” of their supporters to become the leader of the witch hunt, instead of the first one on the gallows. Who to blame? That was simple. The same people they’d been blaming since they first set foot on the campaign trail: the corrupt politicians, technocrats, bureaucracy, scientists, academics, etc. Truth was the President also had their own special interests, everyone in politics does (heavens knows the salaries on paper aren’t why anyone runs for office), just different ones than most politicians. The President had started a fucking war because of what they’d made me do, but what choice did I have? The President had the power to ruin my life if I didn’t keep my head down and mouth shut. All those nice weekends on the tropical beaches of their private islands as well as the checks each month to my musician brother in addition to introductions to all the heavy-hitters in the industry were not signs of friendship, but payment for doing their dirty work. “It’s just money, this is what the people want,” they’d say. I knew it was bullshit, but hey, the money was nice and the sex was fantastic. Yeah, I was that ladder-climbing hore, but you can’t get ahead in a male-dominated industry in this conservative country any other way. And emigration is strictly limited to the filthy rich, so that wasn’t an option. I did what I had to do and my brother is now a fucking billionaire because of it. I’m also rich, but I won’t be by the close of business. I know I won’t be the only head to roll, but I’ll be the first. The President and their inner circle set a nuclear time bomb on this ship and rode away on a fucking helicopter. Leaving behind me, and everyone else in their administration, to die. But hey, they got what they wanted and so did I. I wanted to be the top scientist in the world and I was. Regardless of what was about to happen, I’d make the same decision a thousand times over because I had something that no one else—not even my lawyers—knew about. The metaphorical anti-aircraft gun. Yeah, I was going to die in the nuclear bomb on this ship I’d been abandoned on, but not before I shot down the President and their inner circle from their fucking helicopter. “Over 30 years ago. I was working as a research assistant at the University of Sadayas City and was a doctoral candidate in Organic Chemistry,” I said calmly. Remember: look them in the eye, show no weakness, answer succinctly and directly. Never give them any reason to think you’re telling them anything, but the whole truth. Never consult your lawyers in the chamber and answer every question yourself. Breathe easy. “And what did you do with that information?” “I published it in the National Journal of Organic Chemistry. It was the cover story in the Winter ’85 edition, DOI: 10.1021 if you care to read it.” “I’ll pass on reading it Dr. Armstead, science has never been my subject of choice. I’ll trust the editors that your research was solid, correct?” “Let me tell you something about the scientific community of this country. A woman’s work doesn’t get published if it’s solid, it only gets published if it’s pristine, groundbreaking, and worth winning a Nobel Prize. So yes, my research was solid and indisputable.” “Did it ever cross you mind to make this research known more widely? Say tell the media or give public presentations on it? You know, explaining things in a way that people can, actually understand?” His condescending tone-of-voice was aggravating and I wanted nothing more than to cut out his slimy tong, but I kept my cool. “I did. I had about two-dozen Newspaper, TV, and radio interviews in the first month after the research had been published and I presented my findings at the National Organic Chemistry Convention in January of ’86. So yes, I did share my research widely. What I found was no secret and was made know widely.” “Did you ever even once, think that finding a solution to this problem might be a good idea? I mean it seems like common sense that a talented scientist like you would want nothing more than to solve the problem you discovered.” “It did cross my mind, but my dissertation was on changes in DNA structures in response to electrical signals from nano transmitters bonded to enzymes, and upon graduation I was hired by the Biotech firm Preminta. I knew that solving that problem would be something to investigate, but opportunity took me in a different direction and all my research was public information, so anyone who wanted to solve this problem and pick up where I left off had every resource they needed to do so.” “You have 5 minutes remaining in your time Senator Anthony.” “I thank the chair for that reminder. I guess it’s time I cut right to the chase then and ask you the one question that we all want to know. As Director of Recourse Allocation at the National Institute for Scientific Progress did you refuse to fund projects related to solving the birthrate problem?” “Yes, I did. I rejected every single one of those applications that ever landed on my desk, but not very many of them ever made it to my desk because they were rejected by people working bellow me.” “So, you’re admitting, under oath, to signing the extinction warrant of our species? Why, what kind of evil person would do such a thing?” “Me, I am the evil person who did such a thing. I was under orders from the President to keep littles moving into Sadayas at all costs. A solution to the birthrate would mean the end of the trillion-dollar little industry, an industry that the President was heavily invested in. They paid me and everyone at the National Institute for Scientific Progress fat fees for doing so. I was given monetary and non-monetary benefits for doing so. All the proof of this has been entered into evidence.” “So, you are admitting to these crimes? You know that these crimes could land you in prison for the rest of your life?” “I know that, but I’m not the real bad guy here. All the opposition party members here are after the President, and you’re after the prime minister because you what his job. I’m just a pawn in your game, but let me tell you something you don’t know. Right about now a bullet is going to go through the President’s head. They’ll be shot by a little from a special force strike team that’s been laying low in our dimension for roughly three months. As I’m telling you this every major tech company, top secret military weapons lab, and the National Institute for Scientific Progress is being raided in a joint operation of special force strike teams from various nations in the other dimension. Within a minute we should also be hearing that the Prime Minister was assassinated, so I’d like to congratulate you, Senator Anthony, on the promotion. I suggest we break for an extended recess right about now because I can see your staff members are running in to report the news to the committee members and the reporters are also hearing reports. But, one last thing before well I still have everyone’s attention: If I could go back in time and do it all over again, I’d make the same set of decisions a thousand times. I yield my time to the committee and thank them for their cooperation.” The room erupted into chaos with media members giving live reports and inadvertently blocking the exits. The senators rushed to get out of the room to anywhere where they could talk on the phone in peace. I had no problem exiting the room with 8 security guards escorting me. Ah, the perks of being one of the most hated people in the nation. I’d created this shitstorm and was loving every moment of it. The protesters outside were infuriated at the news of the President’s assassination and a lovely riot was about to break out. I was going to be escorted to an armored SUV, but passed up the opportunity and forced my security team to drive me back home in my own car. The federal vehicles were so nice they were uncomfortable. The back seats were like sitting on an antique couch: looks nice, but makes your back hurt like a bitch for two hours after you sit up. After I’d piled into my car with 6 security guards, we drove away protesters screaming, waiving signs, and beginning to throw rocks. After I’d made it away from the capital building, I requested that we stop at a café so I could get a cup of coffee. My security detail groaned silently, but they work for me, so if I want to get a cup of nice coffee, it’s their job to secure the perimeter. Three of them stayed with the car parked outside and the other three followed me into the café. I have to admit, I was kinda sad about what was about to happen. My security detail had been good sports and put up with my shit—like insisting I get an espresso and a croissant myself from a café every morning and eat my breakfast at an outdoor table at that same café—but this was about my future. People were gonna die so that I could survive, but that’s the way the universe works. I sat down at a table outside with my espresso and croissant taking in the nice weather. I was gonna miss this place, but they said the weather in a place called San Diego is even better. Still what you know is always better. I checked my watch, downed my espresso, and then “accidentally” dropped the ceramic espresso cup on the cobblestone street as it shattered. That’s all it took. One glance down from one of my bodyguards and then an armored SUV came flying down the street and 4 gunshots rang out simultaneously. The 3 guards who were at my car dropped dead on the spot as did the one who’d looked down. I was then thrown to the ground behind a table by two remaining bodyguard had flipped over as they returned fire. “We’re outnumbered, give me a gun!” I shouted. One of them passed be their sidearm and I immediately put a bullet through each of my remaining two bodyguard’s heads. “Get your ass in the car!” One of the littles inside the SUV shouted at me. I ran over to my car, grabbing my go-bag, my sidearm, and an assault rifle from my trunk before hopping into the SUV as the driver floored it to get away from the café where the patrons were trying to make sense of what had just happened. “Hello Captain,” I said as I buckled my seatbelt, “I guess you can fit 2 whole squads of folks your size into one of our cars.” “Quit the ‘small’ talk before I put a bullet in you. You’re only alive right now because we need you in our dimension to train our scientists. Also, well done at that hearing this morning. Your big mouth was truly a revelation. You did a great job making a lot of people in our world hate you, so congrats: you’re headed to a place where 7 billion of us want to kill you.” “Captain Octavia, you may want to watch your mouth before I diaper you and make you my little.” “Soldiers, load your guns, take your positions and prepare for forced portal entry,” Captain Octavia such a strong voice that I was even a little scared. “Yes Captain!” The 20 little soldiers shouted in unison. “Soldiers, what do we fight for?” “For the dignity and respect of our species Captain!” “And where are we headed soldiers! Where are we going?” Captain Octavia yelled in an even louder voice. “To glory or the grave Captain! We fight together and die together!” I was impressed by their antics and I have to admit that for the first time in my life, I took a group of littles seriously. These littles were prepared to die together and incredibly well-disciplined. Discipline that would have made any big want that in their little. Only problem was they were loyal to the wrong cause, but that was a small matter. This was about their survival and my survival, so for the time being our interests aligned. My brother Brian was driving the car and I was surprised he agreed to this. Unlike me he had a future in this dimension. Even if Sadayas fell to the littles he had the money and global popularity to move to a different country. Yet he was here. Risking his life to protect me and help these littles. I knew I deserved to rot in a jail cell for the rest of my life, but something about the prospect of freedom was so tantalizing. I guess my brother owed me a favor after I set up his life for success, but he probably just loved me more than I loved him. However, I was ok exploiting this relationship because he made that choice, so I’m gonna take that and run with it. “Ava, load your fucking assault rifle and make yourself useful. You’re covering the left side with Peirce, Franklin, and Leo. Take out anyone who has an angle on Brian. Your job is to protect your brother. If he goes down, we need you to drive. You’re the only other person here who can drive this car.” Captain Octavia said. Caught up in the moment and still with some fear of these littles in my gut from their shouting moments before I responded with a strong, “Yes Captain!” “Good to know you’re on my side, now protect your friend Ava. We either all make it out alive, or none of us do.” Captain Octavia said. As I loaded my gun and took my position with the muzzle of my rifle poking out through the opening at the top of the partly rolled down bullet-proof window, the heavily guarded portal entrance became visible in the distance. The portal itself was already secured by little soldiers, but there were five squads of Sadayas soldiers fighting to take back the portal and standing between us and safety. As Captain Octavia looked through her binoculars and saw what I could already see I heard her say under her breath, “To glory or the grave.”

We are in 2305: the human species on the planet earth evolved in a particular way: men are gotten gradually smaller (about 2 feet) and women are gotten gradually taller (about 6 feet) . In all the world women, taking advantage of the difference of size, have taken the control of the society confining men in marginal roles. In some parts of the world the fashion of treat men like baby or toddler has caught on, and though usually men didn’t like this fashion the society tolerate it. ‐----------- Mike was a young man 20 years old, he two feet exactly average for men, dark hair and eyes and a very enterprising character , so that in this era and despite the various difficulty he lived alone. He had succeeded with great difficulty to convince her mother and her sister to let him live alone in this world in which women were the masters of the world and he convinced with the same difficulty his landlord to rent him her flat. It was a very big flat and he stayed very well here: he had a very big room that he used like studio too (he worked like game designer for an important company) and with his pay he could live very well. Some month after his landlord phone him to say that she decided that give the other room of the flat to a young woman. (I would like be Mike, please don't write two lines for post but be descriptive. I would like insert some fantascentific elements too like flying cars, robot (not nanny), ecc)

Elisabeth (or lizzie) is a spoiled and rude 10 years old girl, whom her father can not longer manage. One afternoon in which she come home during school hours accompanied by a police man, because she was accused of stealing a videogame, her father decided that it’s too much. Then he search someone who give him some advice about how to correct the mistakes in the girl’s education. Some hours after, the man saw an email in her mailbox that said: “do you have a problematic child? Don’t worry! Contact me and nanny Carola will resolve your problems in four weeks. Satisfied or refunded” Under it there was a telephone number and a mail address. (I'd like play the role of Lizzie , I can play nanny Carola role too if you want, the role play start with Julie who is accompanied by a policeman in front of the door of his house. Please don't write short answer but be descriptive and not sissyfication. I hope you like the idea. I am available to modify some details in this Roleplay including the The gender of my character is his age as long as there are not too much difference between the one will be decided and the one that I proposed)