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Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Bound! Bound is a down to earth, slice-of-life kinda story about two women and the highs and lows of dating and kink. No multiverse, no monsters, no secret regression organisations, just a normal down to earth story... something I've never done before, so it's safe to say I'm a teeny bit nervous about this one (though from what I've been told it's really good). It's not part of any existing story, it's no secret sequel or prequel to anything, it's a standalone story that I hope you all enjoy. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: Smudge Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Dancing along the top of the shelf, winding his way around the displays, his feline agility ensuring that he wouldn’t be yelled at for making a mess, he made his way towards his favourite spot; the empty spot on the far top shelf that I left empty just so that he could get his daily sunbathing in in comfort and without much disruption. I watched him as he slithered past the propped up sign on the far shelf that notified customers that that shelf was 50% off, and past the speaker that was playing some smooth jazz playlist that I had thrown together. And not once did he knock a single thing off. Smudge was an expert at that. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he hated. He wanted to sunbathe in the little bit of sunshine left that shone through the window displays, illuminating his favourite shelf. He hated being yelled at. Finding his spot and flopping down, his black fur glistening in the sunlight, he stretched a little before resting his head down, exposing the white patch on his tummy and neck to the sunlight. “Must be an easy life for a cat…” I said to the empty room that lay in front of me. “No job, no drama, no having to worry about rent or finding a partner. No relationships. You just eat, sleep and play whenever you want. I wish I could do that…” I sighed, knowing full well how bored I’d be if I actually had the life of a cat. Because whilst working sucks, paying rent is evil and should be outlawed, and relationship drama is one of the worst kinds of drama… I’d get bored within a week. I’m like that when I go on holiday to somewhere nice, like Spain or whatever. All my friends go sit on a beach and sunbathe the whole week, sipping cocktails and reading books… I’m surrounded by books on a daily basis. I get my fill here, during the quiet hours… which seem to be taking up more and more of the day lately with the new fancy book store opening down the road a couple of weeks ago. And I don’t care about the sun, I’m a bit of a recluse. Give me a little nook with something good to read and I’m happy. But again, that’s something I can do here in my shop, or upstairs in my apartment. If I’m going on holiday, I need excitement, I need adventure, I need sights and experiences. I’d much rather go to France or Italy or Japan or something, somewhere I can experience new culture and new things. But then again… when was the last time I went on holiday? A couple of years ago? I guess it must have been early on in my relationship with Cassie, I think we went to Scotland. I know it’s not exactly Japan or France… but it was still nice being away from England, even if it wasn’t that far. I loved seeing all the sights in Edinburgh… though Cassie got bored easily. She was very much in the group I just described, the group who love sunbathing and doing nothing. And with it being Scotland… there wasn’t much sun to enjoy. Part of me wondered what she was up to these days, as we didn’t end on great terms, and that was the last time we saw each other. God… that was the last time I went to a kink event with someone too. It’s been far too long. Smudge let out a long yawn as the next song played. “Yeah, me too, Smudge…” He rolled over and looked at me with that all too familiar look of ‘I’m going to have a sleep now, and when I wake up you better have food ready’. It was one of his more common expressions, along with ‘I’m going to bite your toes from under the covers when you’ve finally managed to fall asleep’. I love that cat… but he was a bit of a devil sometimes. Taking a page from Smudge’s book, I stretched outwards, with my legs resting on my desk and my arms reaching back, the chair taking most of my weight as I leaned back slightly. “Much better. Ugh, Smudge, what do I get for tea? I can’t be arsed cooking. I think we should order takeaway. Chinese? Indian? What about that new burger place?” Smudge was a guy of very few words, so when he speaks up, you know it’s important to him. So when he meowed in response, I knew it in my heart that he was right. “Yeah… Fine, I’ll get chippy.” He loves it when I bring home fish and chips. Because it’s right next to the corner shop up the road, and I never fail to bring home some treats for him because I can’t help but spoil him rotten. I’m like this with everyone I love, not just my cat. If I ever get out of this funk and start getting back to dating again, whoever I end up with is going to be spoiled even more than little Smudge here. I just hope they’re ready… “I can’t believe it. It’s three in the afternoon, on the fourth busiest street in the city, and we’ve not had a soul since lunchtime. If sales don’t pick up soon I may have to think about moving on from this place.” “Meow…” Smudge replied. He was right. I couldn’t give this place up. It’s my home, my dream. Just a quaint little bookshop nestled in the middle of a busy high street, nothing as fancy and modern as the big chain stores like the one that opened down the road. A lot of the time we don’t even have the latest bestsellers, unless it’s something that I personally wanted to read. I’m surrounded by old books, most of which I’ve either read or have on my to-read list. I can see why people may prefer chains, as you can actually walk down the aisles in them, whereas in mine I’m not surprised if you have to dodge arrows coming out of the walls and floor that falls underneath you when you fail to spell the name of God correctly or something. Books stacked up in the aisles, shelves full of books that aren’t brilliantly arranged… okay the more I describe this place the more I realise why it wouldn’t be long before I’m going out of business. But I like it like this. I like how chaotic it is. Well, organised chaos anyway. I know where things are, so I’m always happy to find things for customers, but I know that they struggle to find things on their own, and sometimes they leave because they feel too awkward asking. I have rough signage… but they’re not exactly organised. It’s funny because in all other aspects of my life I’m not this disorganised, I’m actually a bit of a neat freak. Just look at my apartment upstairs. As soon as you go up the stairs at the back of the shop, it’s like you walk through a portal to another dimension where everything is tidy and sorted. But my shop… the shop my parents left for me when my Mum died and my Dad retired… This is my comfort zone. It’s how my Mum used to have it, before she got ill. And unless things are absolutely going to shit, I have no plans of changing it to make others feel comfortable. Even if it means I make a few less sales. Then the bell above the front door rang, and I immediately felt a sigh of relief. “Samantha?” a familiar voice called out. At the same time, my phone on the desk (that I used as my shop counter) started vibrating. Thankfully, it only vibrated a couple of times, and as the screen lit up indicating I had received a text, I left it where it was, writing down a mental note to reply to my bestie when I had seen to this customer. “Yes Mrs Higgins, at the back here…” I called out, raising my hand, not even bothering to stand up. I was too comfortable with my legs raised and my feet up on the desk to get up right now, I’m sure she’d understand. Turning to look down the aisle, I saw the familiar little old woman walking down the one aisle I kept clear… just for her. Okay, maybe I do change things for others… for people I care about anyway. Mrs Higgins is the sweetest little old lady. She has been visiting my shop every week for a new book for years now. She has this cute little book club with all the old ladies she meets up with, where they drink tea and have cute little cakes and biscuits and everyone tries to one-up the previous host’s spread of desserts. I went to one once, and I swore to myself never again. And as soon as she makes her way to the desk in the next thirty seconds… you’ll see why. “Hello dearie, it’s lovely to see you again…” “And you, Mrs Higgins. Is it that time again?” “It’s my turn to pick the book. So I want to pick something… special.” “How special are we talking?” I asked. “I want something a bit…” she looked around for a second, checking no one else was around. “...Raunchy.” “Raunchy? At your little book club? Are you sure?” I asked with disbelief. Usually they pick some typical boring love story where the guy is stoic and honestly a bit of an arsehole, and the girl stupidly falls in love with him despite him being borderline abusive. So for her to want something ‘raunchy’ as she put it… she must really want to shake things up with Ethel and the other ladies. “Yes, you know… smutty.” Hearing this innocent, little old lady say the word ‘smutty’ made my day. “I know what you mean, Mrs Higgins, I just wondered if that’s the right thing to pick…” “Don’t you think, Samantha?” She’s also one of the few people who call me Samantha. My friends… okay it’s just one friend lately, she calls me Sam. I would’ve liked to have added an ‘s’ to ‘friend’, but sadly most of them left when Cassie did, and those that are left I… haven't been great at replying to lately. Dressed in her typical long granny coat (despite the fact it’s the middle of summer) and her brilliant white thinning hair… Mrs Higgins looked like your typical old woman. She’s what I imagined my Grandma would have looked like if she hadn’t died before I was born. “I think… Ethel would have a heart attack… unless that’s what you’re hoping?” I said, smirking at her. She smirked back. Thankfully, she has a sense of humour, and I’d always get to have a good laugh with her whenever she pops in to buy the latest book she needs. “Unless you can think of something good? You read a lot, don’t you Samantha? Can you suggest anything?” “Romance novel, I assume?” “Doesn’t have to be, but the others tend to like them.” I had one suggestion, but I held my tongue as I thought about other books I could possibly suggest. Because whilst I’m an out and proud lesbian in all other aspects of my life, I never told Mrs Higgins of my ‘interest in the fairer sex’ as she would have put it. So I quickly decided on a different book to suggest. “I have one suggestion, it’s got a bit of drama in it, guy cheats on his wife, that kinda thing. It’s a bit… boring to me, but it’s got lots of drama that the girls may like.” “That sounds perfect!” Mrs Higgins said, her wrinkled face lighting up. “Though don’t you go find a man like that, find one who treats you right!” There it is. That’s why I only went to one of her book clubs. The amount of old grannies trying to set me up on dates with their grandkids, all of whom are men, just got a bit tiring. They all assume I’m straight. But I know that I’ll lose a lot of business if I correct them and tell them I’m not into men, as they all tend to buy their books through Mrs Higgins, who buys them from me. So I avoid her book clubs, and I play along with the fantasy that I’m some lonely single vulnerable woman who just ‘can’t find the right man’. When in reality, I would break any man who tried to put me in my place, and I would much rather break a woman. With consent, of course. “I will, Mrs Higgins…” I replied, trailing off. “Good girl. One of these days you’ll find the right man. And he’ll treat you right, like the Princess you are…” I don’t want to be a Princess. I want to find my own Princess. “So do you want six copies of it?” I asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible so I didn’t have to listen to this heteronormative bullshit for a second longer. I quickly wrote down the book and the number of copies I’ll need to order, worked out how much it’d cost her, then showed her the notepad. “Yes please, dearie,” she said, pulling out her little purse and counting out the change until she had enough to cover all the books I’d need to order in. She put her purse back in her bag, whilst I opened the till drawer on my desk and put away the money she had just paid me. Then she looked up at me, “I’ll pop in next week to pick them up. We’re just finishing the previous one we got from you, so I’ll need them ready for a week on Saturday.” “I can do that, Mrs Higgins. Six copies for next week. See you then!” And as I looked up, in the corner of my eye, I saw what I can only describe as the face of an angel peering through the window at the display. I swear my heart skipped a beat as this cute little blonde angel squinted through her large round glasses at the display I had put together for my latest offer. “I’ll see you next week,” Mrs Higgins said, interrupting my concentration, as I realised I had just suddenly zoned out in front of her. “Okay, bye Mrs Higgins!” As the old woman turned and started her saunter to the front door, I quickly turned back to see if the angel was still there… But sadly, she was gone. ====================================================== Again, this is not a sequel or a prequel or has any connection whatsoever to any other story. No secret regression organisations, no multiverse, no monsters, nothing. Just slice of life sapphic romance story, the highs and lows of dating, lots of kink, that kind of thing. So I hope you all like it! 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Hello everyone! I’m Kenneth, a Certified Hypnotherapist, and I help run A Little Hypnosis LLC alongside my husband. my Daddy, and I’m his baby boy. Together, we specialize in ABDL and general kink hypnotherapy, offering everything from emotional regulation to little space support, incontinence hypnosis, and beyond. We’re both proud members of this amazing community, and we love what we do—helping people feel, be, and become their best. So I wanted to offer up this opportunity for you all to ask some of the questions many of you have rolling around in the backs of your minds. Whether hypnosis focused or maybe even some personal questions, is completely up to you.

I was tired of vanilla I'd been boring too long Like a worn out recording Of a favorite song So while I should have been sleepin' I read kink stories in bed And in a personal notice There was this letter I read If you like leashes and collars Until your whining in pain If youre not that vanilla If you have half a brain If you like making love in outfits And underwear with the tapes Then I'm the love you've looked for To tie up and berate I didn't think about my old life Or the places I've been I had just gotten to tired Had fallen into the same old dull routine So I wrote to the website Took out a personal ad And though I'm nobody's poet I thought it wasn't half bad Yes, I like leashes and collars And being spanked into pain I'm am much into bondage I am into roleplay Weve got to meet on the same page In underwear with the tapes At a club called the Masters' Where we'll begin our new games So I put on my collars And underwear with the tapes I knew right in that instant That there'd be no escape So I met my lovely lady And she said, "Mmm you'll do" Then we laughed for a moment And I said, "I always knew" That I like leashes and collars Until your whining in pain If youre not that vanilla If you have half a brain If you like making love in outfits And underwear with the tapes Then I'm the love you've looked for To tie up and berate

Chapter 1 This is the story of a red panda with pink fur. Her name is Alice. She was not supposed to live past the age of 2. Her parents are both also red pandas but with normal fur. Her mom's name is Jane and she is 5 foot 6. Her dad's name is Cree. He is about 5 foot 9. They were both normal in height and both lived normal lives. They quickly fall in love after meeting at an archery contest. Jane and Cree made it to the semi-finals. Both of them have hit all their shots right on the bullseye, all they had to do was not miss or get distracted. Jane smirks at Cree giving him a cheeky wink. She yells over to him. "Hey, tell you what you beat me and I might let you get to know me better. But if I win you are going to buy me lunch." Jane says and blows a kiss at him. His mind was racing. He was never much of a lady's man. He just liked archery and kept to himself he never had a girl come on to him like this. He took a deep breath In and out. He shook his head and took aim. She might be hot and a girl but she wasn't going to take it easy on her. "Don't miss cutie~" Jane yells at him giggling. This makes the man panic and let go of his arrow pointing straight up. The arrow comes back down, landing right through his foot. Cree screams as Jane runs over to him. "Oh no! I didn't mean for that to happen! Just relax, this might hurt a bit sweetie." She says yanking the arrow right out. This causes Cree to scream trying not to cry in pain. He didn't want to look weak in front of someone so cute. He watched as she took off her sleeved shirt leaving her only in an undershirt and rips it up and ties it tight around his foot. "Let's get you to the hospital, I think I owe you that at least. Then maybe you can buy me that lunch." She says smiling at him. His voice cracks as he goes to speak. "Cree…" He says blushing but still in a lot of pain. She giggled but looked confused. "M-my name that is…" Cree says in a panic. Jane smiles and hugs him. "My name’s Jane, nice to meet you cutie. Though I wish it was better circumstances." This was their first time meeting; they were both about 22 years old at this point. They grew closer and closer before eventually getting married a few years later. Though it had to be said Jane never let Cree play the dominant one. She loved him but also loved to be on top. This might have caused the problem where Jane got pregnant. It was another year later but after some casual sex and wearing out the red panda boy Jane found out she was pregnant. She screamed from the bathroom. She had no intention of having kids. At least not yet. She couldn't believe how badly she wanted him the other day and didn't get off him letting him go full load in her. Cree runs into the bathroom. "What's wrong?!" He asks. She just sighs again. "Looks like we are going to have a kid…" Cree was overly excited but Jane not as much. Maybe secretly, over the next few months, she got more and more excited about the idea. Then after finding out it was a girl she was even more excited. She couldn't wait. Her belly grew more and more. Before one night they laid down to go to sleep her water broke just before she was out. They rushed her to the hospital where she screamed and cried as she gave birth to their new daughter. They named Alice this was Jane's idea she was named after her grandma. But something was off her fur was not red like her mom and dad but pinker. She was taken away by the doctors to get the normal check-up and cleaned up. Cree held Jane's hand. "Pink fur huh? What could cause that? My whole family was red I believe?" Cree says. Jane looks down thinking then looks up nervously. "I remember my grandma telling me of a story that she had a boy with pink fur but…" She says then covers her mouth beginning to cry. "B-but he didn't make it…" She continued. Cree tears up. "Surely not! She will be fine… I-" Just then the doctors walk into the room and hand Jane the baby. Alice just cries till she sees her mom before she just smiles reaching up at her. Jane smiles letting the newborn play with her fingers. The doctor then sighs. "I have something important to say. I'm sorry but she… will be lucky to make it past the age of 2. She has a very rare sickness, it has to do with a rare mutation that causes her fur to turn pink. I have never seen a child live past the ages of two but I hope I'm wrong, I'm sorry." They both broke into tears hugging her tight. They wanted to give her the best life they could before she could leave them. They took her on trip after trip, almost never spending time at home. They took her to theme parks and just all over the world, they spent all the money they had on her. But one day on Alice's first birthday all this stress and going out every day for so long put Jane into a heart attack. Cree rushes her to a hospital straight to the emergency room. She was lucky she made it through but she will have to stay at home and try not to push herself. Anything crazy, exciting or stressing on her heart again might kill her. Alice was about a year old now and the family was celebrating her first birthday. Alice was sitting In her high chair looking up at her mom and dad. "Happy birthday princess!" Cree and Jane yell. As they cheer and laugh. This makes Alice laugh and hits her tray with her hands excitedly. Jane and Cree both give her a big cake saying we love you on it. Suddenly Jane begins crying. "Eat all you want baby girl… w-we might not get to do this next year." Cree Hugs her and she begins to bawl. Alice looks excited by the cake and begins to make a mess while eating some of the cake. After a while of playing she looks up at her mom and dad crying then also begins to bawl not knowing what's wrong but knowing something is wrong. The rest of the year was spent as peacefully as possible to make sure Jane didn't go through another heart attack. This was rough on the family after the last year but they made it through. It's been a decent year but no changes are seen by Alice, no worse condition or anything. They ended up taking her to the hospital to be re-tested after hours and hours of waiting as the doctor walked in. Alice was playing with some toys in a small playpen while Cree and Jane watched. "We got good news! We don't understand how but she doesn't appear to have any of the symptoms anymore but there's still some strange things going on. She might be ok if only a few defects later on in life, But keep a very close eye on her." They both looked excited and hugged laughing and crying. But suddenly the strain of this excitement hit Jane as she screamed and held her chest. She was quickly rushed to the hospital. Cree grabbed Alice. He was crying and hugging her so worried about his wife as she was rushed to a different room. Alice was worried about her dad just playing with his shirt and chewing on it looking up at him. They sat out in the waiting room for nearly 8 hours then the doctors walked in looking down. "Cree… we are so sorry but Jane has passed from a heart attack. We did everything we could, we are deeply sorry." Cree hugs Alice tight and cries like crazy. Alice also begins to cry because her dad was crying. Cree knew he was losing someone this year but his wife was not what he expected. Many years pass after this. Alice is now about 10 years old and 4 feet tall. She was oddly short for her age but it wasn't crazy. Cree comes into her room while she sleeps and shakes her awake. "Time to wake up princess and get ready for school. I got to work too. I probably won't be home when you get home so I'll have a babysitter for you when you get home." Cree says. Alice grones and sits up. "But daddy I don't want a babysitter. I'm 10 years old now and I'm not a little girl anymore…" She says rubbing her eyes. Cree smiles and hugs her. "I know sweetie. But I just don't want anything bad to happen to you. I couldn't stand losing you after losing your mom about 8 years ago today." Alice hugs her dad. "I'm sorry dad… I wish I remembered mom. What was mom like daddy?" He smiled and rubbed her head. "Honestly she was a lot like you. Stubborn and going to have it her way. But she was loving and caring. She loved you so much. I miss her so much." Cree says. Alice frowns looking down. “But I'm just happy to have my little girl!” He said as he tickled her. Both him and Alice laughed and she smiled at him after he stopped. "Now get in the shower. Make sure you get clean this time." Cree says as he walks out of her room. She giggled. “Ok, daddy!” She jumped up and grabbed some clothes that were normal for her age. They looked about normal, maybe a little more childish than she wanted but it wasn't crazy for a 10-year-old. She goes to the bathroom and takes a shower and puts on some blue shortalls on then puts on a cute blue hat heading down to the kitchen. Her dad was already gone but had a pb&J sandwich sitting out for her. Alice smiles and takes walks outside and sits on the porch waiting for the school bus. She swings her legs happily and eats her pb&J. She had a pretty decent life. They might not have tons of money or a perfect house but it was a better life than living on the street or something. Suddenly the bus honks. Alice jumps down off the porch and runs off to the bus with her backpack on, She gets on the bus and looks around. There were a few people that stuck out to her. One was a young boy in the front; he always sat up straight holding his books and smiled at Alice. She gives an awkward smile and waves back. He was a human that wore a shirt with Eevee on it. They were playing tug of War and wore some aqua shorts. He was always super nice to her and she pretended to be nice to him. She didn't hate him, he was just a little weird and always talked about protecting her and stuff. It was kinda creepy to her. The next was a little lion, his mane hasn't grown in yet but he always teased Alice. He wore a camo shirt and jeans. He smirks as Alice passes. "Hey Alice and here I thought you wore pants to school, not just underwear!" She jumps and quickly looks down but she did put on clothing. Why was she tricked by that? She stomps her foot. "Dang it, Ram! I hate you so much, you are such a jerk!" She yells going to the back of the bus and sitting embarrassed. Suddenly the bus driver yells. "Stop fighting back there!" A few people around ram laugh just mocking Alice. Alice sits thinking to herself. "I hate this stupid school… Why can't daddy just get me out of it? They told me I technically don't have to go. Something about… my symptoms might come back eventually, that when I'm grown up I'm going to be set for life apparently?" She sighs and looks out the window watching as they drive away from her home and slowly to the school. Later she's in class, and the bell was about to ring for the next class. The teacher is talking to the class. It's a Female Cow in a long blue dress. "Ok class, tomorrow is bring your mother to school day! So don't forget to have her sign that paper so she can come in to talk about her work and other activities." The class cheered excitedly. Alice just frowns and lays her head on the table the teacher looks worried and as the class was leaving she stopped Alice. "Hey, Alice? Can we talk?" She gulps and panics. "I didn't shoot the spit wad at Ram! He started it!" The teacher looked confused and sighs. "That's not what I was talking about, but good job incriminating yourself." She said giggling. Alice looked surprised then puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. "Not fair…" She smiles and rubs Alice's head but she smacks it off. "So what do you want?" Alice asks, the teacher leans down, getting face to face. "Is something wrong with your mom? You seem to get upset when I talk about it?" The teacher asks. She looks down. "My mom died when I was young… i-i wish I knew her…" She tries to keep talking but she begins crying as the teacher hugs her, Feeling awful. They gave her off mom's day to stay home with her dad. Unfortunately, her dad got called into work too so she had to be with a babysitter. She loved her dad but she wished he could stay home more and be with her. Many more years later Alice is now 16 years old. She has not grown one-inch thanks to her strange illness. She's still 4 feet tall. Just like a normal day her dad walks into her room. "Alice, time to wake up. You're going to miss the bus." She sits up quickly only wearing a bra and panties and jumps out of bed. "Shit! Why did you let me sleep in so late?!" Her dad sighs. "Alice, please watch your mouth. You know I don't like that language." She shakes her head and shrugs. "Dad, I'm 16! I might be small and only 4 feet tall but I'm still 16! You got to let me grow up!" He laughs looking down. "Sorry, I know I know. You are just so cute. I'm happy to know you won’t die. Your mother's probably so happy. But being so small forever is a shame. I know it's been hard with school." Alice got dressed in a similar outfit when she was 10 years old. "I wish normal clothing would fit me at least… I hate wearing such childish clothing. Can’t we order special order clothing?" Her dad sighs. “You know I don't have that kinda money. As much as I would love to.” Suddenly there's a honk. "Shit the bus! Got to go, dad, love you! We can talk later!" She hugs him and runs out of the house just catching the bus. In the front there sat the same boy but definitely more Older. Everyone on the bus was 16 now. Even ram he had a bit of a mane now looked like a mean lion now. But oddly she sits right beside him. He throws his arms around her and she smiles. "Wow, cut it close huh? You didn't even comb your hair." She blushes and puts her hair down with her hands. "Oh shut up ram. My dad woke me up late." She sighs and lays against him. "You are nice and comfortable." Alice says, he smirks and leans down, and kisses her. She blushed and covered her face. "Love you." Ram said. Alice smiled back. "Love you too." Turned out Ram used to tease her because he liked her. It took her a while to fall for him but he was the only boy that seemed to like her. He was still kinda a dick but she was loved, right? After the bus ride, they got off and waved as they went to their classes. She was suddenly stopped by her three girlfriends. One was a squirrel she only wore skirts and dresses. Today it was a yellow summer dress. She was a foot and a half taller than Alice. Next was a mouse. She was white-furred and kinda a bitch but she was kinda nice to Alice. Then last was a cat she was striped with black and orange. "Hey, Alice! Are you still coming over today after school?" The mouse asks. "Hey Brittany, uhh ya I think so? We are staying all night right? I might need to get some clothes to sleep in but definitely." The squirrel smirks. "Oh ya, she needs clothing for a toddler because she is so small." Alice blushes and glares. "I'm not that small Cali!" The cat speaks up next. "Oh, Cali don't tease her. She can't help it if she still needs to wear diapers." The group laughs and Alice blushes like Crazy. "Sam! Ahhh! I'm going to class. I'll see you all after school! Or maybe I won’t, it might be nice." She goes to her class and the group laughs more before smirking at each other. It seemed the group had a plan for her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enjoying this? Join my patreon to read the next 10 chapters! https://www.patreon.com/Little_Rie

Three Strikes and You’re Out! By Horatio Husky One I swear if he’s out at the gym again for one of his ‘impromptu workout sessions’ I’ll bite his tail off. These musings came from the mind of a black and golden tan German Shepherd fur as he shivered, cold despite his thick fur and winter jacket at the doorstep of his friend’s house. The two had only been friends for a few months, but a lot had transpired between them during that time. Being a police officer, Rick was expected to keep his body in a state of fit physique and agility to operate at peak performance. Thus, he had found himself acquiring a gym membership after a few months at his new job when he had noticed a suspicious increase in mass around his midsection. Not wanting his fate to end like any other stereotypical donut munching cop, he had started to frequent his local gym several times a week, usually after his shift ended. At that establishment he found himself seeing a certain, rather athletic looking arcanine, who always seemed to be in the most chipper, friendly of moods whenever he saw him. After a few days of a few moments of eye contact and nervous smiling, he had come over to him and introduced himself as, ”Anthony, but you can call me Tony!” His confidence and self-assured grin had given him a friendly glow that Richard found he liked very much, and he extended his paw to shake and replied with his name. The following weeks turned into a blur as the two canines hit it off better than either of them had expected. Beyond exchanging their own little fitness tips and tricks their sense of humor was shared as well, and they found great excitement and amusement in exchanging their own ideas and perspectives on the world, which the two found that although they differed on many subjects they both found hearing what the other had to say about a particular argument quite interesting and engaging. They had gone out a few times too, to a few lesser-known bars that the arcanine had said he preferred to go too since he usually wasn’t recognized there. At this strange comment, Richard had raised his eyebrows, thinking that his friend was making a joke. Tony had smiled a little, the first time in fact that Richard had ever seen him look sheepish, as he explained that he was a locally well-known baseball player, and had found himself getting bothered quite a bit at some of the other establishments he had frequented previously. Richard had done a google search, at Tony’s suggestion more to humor him than anything, but found to his surprise a Wikipedia page confirming his newly made friend’s claims at athletic success. Tony had then told him something that warmed Rich’s heart. He had first begun to talk to the shepherd because he felt was searching for a friend who wouldn’t want to be close to him just for his fame, but someone who liked him as a person. This warmed the cop’s heart, and he had wrapped his arm around the hulky arcanine’s shoulder and smiled at him conspiratorially, saying that he was more than happy to be such a person for him. Naturally, after such a warm entrance into friendship, they had gotten plastered that night and ended up somehow both falling on top of each other back at Tony’s residence. Things had progressed down a path that the two had not fully acknowledged, even to themselves, but yet both somehow knew that would traverse if things continued. Tony had leaned forward into a passionate kiss, pushing himself against the shepherd in an act of shameless passion to which the drunken shepherd could only respond in kind. Their passions lead to the stripping of clothes and before Richard knew it the arcanine had begun to take control of him and his body in the most loving fashion he had experienced to date. Being straddled by the muscled beast he had whined and howled in pain and ecstasy, the arcanine leaning down to his ears and whispered sweet nothings into it, even going as far as gently biting the nape of his neck and embracing him around the chest as he thrust himself into him. The lovemaking had lasted a decent while, Richard remembered how he had marveled as just how well Tony had paced himself, most likely due to his athletic training and discipline. By the time Tony finished, at last, the shepherd found himself able to do little but pant and gasp for air in an orgasmic trance, having climaxed himself several minutes ago while Tony had still been going strong. The arcanine had grasped him under the chin and brought him up to his face. They kissed more, the arcanine rubbing his back and humming soothingly to the receptive canine, thanking him for a wonderful time. Richard could only smile goofily back, completely and utterly entranced by the wonderful being before him who he had so perfectly made love to. Richard stamped his feet, trying to keep warm even as his cheeks flushed with red standing in the cold at Tony’s doorstep, remembering how they had then fallen asleep spooning, Tony being the big spoon naturally, and how the shepherd had woken up to Tony cooking him breakfast, wrapped up in a snuggly blanket on his couch. They had spent the morning chatting about the previous night, now almost completely unabashedly speaking about their own preferences and even delving into fetishes. They had been surprised just how well they had meshed together in lovemaking last night, Tony causing Richard to blush when he told him how he wasn’t surprised at all how to find that the shepherd was so subordinate. “I mean come on, anybody looking at you even from a mile away could see that you totally scream bottom!” Richard had almost coughed his coffee out of his maw at this comment, causing Tony to only laugh louder between fork-fulls of syrupy pancake. The canine had blushed in response to the arcanine but smiled good-naturedly. Although normally his tough, police officer persona was the one he operated on most of the time, he found that he felt comfortable letting his guard down around the arcanine, even to the point of expressing his submissiveness to him. After his normally uncharacteristic blush, the arcanine had gently inquired about the shepherd’s preferences, whether he had considered himself a sub for long. The two spent the rest of the morning discussing their own sexual experiences, preferences, and even fantasies. Throughout their dialogue the arcanine seemed to work magic onto Richard, gently but firmly inquiring as to what he would enjoy and wouldn’t, as well as what thinks he would enjoy not enjoying. The shepherd’s heart rate rose up multiple times during their exchanges, excitement filling his body that not even his job offered him during moments of pursuing justice and chasing after criminals. “Wait here, Richie, I think I have something that you might enjoy.” The arcanine winked before rising to his full height and softly strolling out of the room, a devilish expression on his muzzle. Richard could only lean forward off of the couch and look after him, wondering what his attractive friend was wanting to retrieve. “Close your eyes, Richard.” The canine obeyed and heard Tony shuffle towards him before stopping in front of him. “You can open them now.” Richard opened his eyes and gazed up at Tony before looking down to see that the arcanine was holding something in front of the shepherd’s nose. Richard took a sharp breath and quickly realized what the object that lay in the arcanine’s outstretched paw was. A small, white chastity cage was being presented to him, complete with a steel, heart-shaped lock adorning the bottom. The German Shepherd’s heart pounded in his chest, and he looked up wide-eyed into Tony’s own well-knowing eyes, understanding what he was being offered. “What do you think buckeroo, wanna have some fun? I think I could go for dating a cutie like you. After all, I think after last night you’ve proven that you might be needing this. You made a mess all over my couch after all!” Richard’s cheeks reddened at the playful admonishment, but his eyes looked back down onto the cage in front of him. He opened his lips as if to speak, but found it difficult to articulate what he felt. Picking up on his apparent speechlessness, Tony squatted in front of him and looked up into the blushing shepherd’s eyes, his voice softening now but retaining the same firm assuredness that proliferated his entire being. “How about I help you put it on, would that help, pup?” The shepherd could only nod shakily in response, his breaths still coming in heavy and deep as his entire being seemed to grow warm and vibrate in excision and stimulation. The arcanine gently pushed on the shepherd’s shoulders and repositioned him onto his back. Scooching over onto the couch he unbuckled the shepherd’s jeans and slid them down, following with his underwear. Richard’s member had begun to grow slowly after he had been approached by the arcanine’s offer but had not yet reached full erection. Tsk-tsking at the apparent excitement the canine was displaying, Tony worked efficiently and quickly at sliding the tube over the shepherd's not yet fully excited head and looping the support ring underneath his testicles. Richard felt a firm pressure on his jewels, which increased to a more distinct pressing feeling as he heard a soft click, and then a louder one as the cage was locked firmly into place. His member now strained against his confines, but to no relief as the plastic prison kept his erotic excitement firmly and securely in check. Tony grinned, and almost cooed as he said. “Looks like our little friend here is having a hard time containing himself! It’s a good thing I was around to make sure that he doesn’t get himself into trouble now, no?” Tony’s words washed over him like a stimulating wave of air, causing a shiver to run through him as both tone and context of what the arcanine said turned him on immensely. The amateur baseball player had a charm and confidence that the shepherd could find almost irresistible. He couldn’t help but blushing slightly, as he gazed into the arcanine’s eyes, feelings of attraction and yearning coursing through his veins as he strained against the cage around his member. Tony offered a paw to him and helped Richard up to his feet before helping him redress, surprising him by delivering an impassioned and deliberate kiss on the shepherd’s cheek, causing him to his great embarrassment to stammer a little bit in response. Tony’s eyes glistened as he let out a loud laugh, grinning broadly and looking directly into Richard’s eyes and winking confidently. “Oh Rick, this is going to be more fun than I could have possibly imagined, I figured you were a total sub but to this extent? I think this is going to be a luxurious time.”

I remember mine pretty vividly. I was 17 and at boarding school, and it wasn't super long after I came out to my best friend. I'd done quite some thinking and decided that I was going to get some diapers. During an off-campus trip, I picked out a pack of disposables at Target, did self checkout, then tried my best to hide them on the way back. When I first put one on, the feeling was strange. I just felt so right. At the time, it was my first time wearing a diaper in 15 years. But it didn't feel like it, it felt like I'd never been out of them. I loved it, it just felt so secure and comforting. It's been a journey ever since. What about you guys?

I am looking for a guy you can play as short 16 or 17 year old boy named Zach who gets trapped in a Mechanical Nursery and becomes a Sissy baby by a female looking robot or you could be the female looking robot. What will be in this RP: Sissy stuff like dresses. And kinky stuff like spankings, mouth soapings and time outs, focused masturbation and stuffed animal to fucking. Need someone who can do sentences and details.

Kilts and Nappies A few weeks back my partner and I were lying in bed one morning when we got talking about what turns us both on. Not that this isn’t a regular topic of conversation but the previous night we’d watched a programme about Scotland and I commented on how sexy and overtly masculine I thought the guys looked in their kilts. There was some kind of military tattoo going on, so the marching bands and soldiers all looked pretty hot in their traditional tartan dress. James, my partner, asked if it was because of the accepted belief that all those guys weren’t wearing anything under their kilt that I found so exciting. I replied that I appreciated swinging genitals as much as the next homo but I found the idea of them actually wearing something covering those bits even more of a turn on. James thought for a moment and then started to list the things that he would find sexy. He loved the idea of an entire regiment of hunky, young, fit soldiers wearing jock-straps under the kilts. As a sportsman himself, he’s always had a thing about that particular piece of sportswear. Then he got more excited as he thought about leather jocks… or shorts, or briefs… I could see his mind was beginning to work overtime as he was getting himself quite aroused. The thought of their kilts swirling up to reveal leather undies… yep, that got him real excited. What’s more, with the duvet cover thrown back revealing his sexy, slightly tanned, hunky body, there is no denying the fact that my lover is one sexy dude. There was also no denying the fact that his night-time nappy was bulging at the notion. Night-time nappy? Perhaps a brief explanation is required. Yes? A few weeks ago we’d been reading about ADBL and the idea so appealed I was desperate to give it a go. Although we now wear nappies to bed some nights (it’s one of the many ‘interests’ we have in different ‘bed wear’), I am more keen on this particular fetish than he is… he goes along with it because it turns me on as I snuggle up to him bulky nappy to bulky nappy. I also get a kick out of seeing my hunky boyfriend wearing a tight fitting disposable and a pair of plastic pants. It’s not like we do anything in them, well not yet, though I don’t think that side of it appeals to him at all, but just seeing him looking so butch and so vulnerable is such a turn on. However, nappy apart, I could see, after some thought, James liked the way my mind was going because his eyes suddenly lit up as he digested the idea. As he mused on each sexy item that took his fancy, he absent-mindedly stroked the thickly padded material and became more excited than ever. I let him get most of his thoughts off his chest before I countered with the fact that I’d like to see something a bit… well… kinkier. For a start, I wanted to tame all that budding masculinity. Keep that entire macho look on the outside but to even things out a bit have them wearing a well-cushioned nappy underneath. The thought of leather (and several other slinky materials he suggested later) was now abandoned as I expanded on my nappy train of thought. He was literally licking his lips as I told him how I’d like to put all the guys in different coloured satin or silk or plastic or rubber slinky nappy covers so that the padded fabric would grip and mould around their bottoms, whilst emphasising their bulging, but unobtainable, assets. Think how much fun it would be to see a line of sexy, military guys parading (or perhaps that should be waddling) around when a sudden gust of wind would send their kilt fluttering upwards revealing all. You could have all the regiments colour-coded so their thick coverings complemented their tartan. Mmmmm, now both our minds were racing. I wanted to take the younger recruits, who would of course be equally as hunky but perhaps just not as disciplined, and slip them into thicker nappies and cover them with overtly frilly or cartoon character plastic pants. Why my mind should have gone down that route I have no idea but the thought was turning me on more than maybe it should. Possibly, I just wanted a little touch of babyishness under those unbelievably manly looking kilts. The idea of tightly-fastened, double-thick nappies seemed to fit the bill… maybe the sucking on tartan dummies would be better than the drone of bagpipes. As I continued to explain how each hunky soldier would look underneath his swaying tartan uniform, James was on his iPad searching online to find tartan plastic pants. He has since become as obsessed with the idea as I am and our evening nappy routine has taken on a more exotic, colourful and cushioned aspect as we now pad-up on a more regular basis. The kilts had inspired this desire but now it’s all about the thickness of the padding and the silky sheen of the plastic pants. Our nocturnal fun often spills over into the day and we dare each other to wear this ultra-thick padding out in public. Now to buy a kilt. ########################################