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EPISODE 1: First Days Are The Worst. Part 1 Rachel. Rachel lay fast asleep in her disney bed covered in frozen bedding as she slept she hugged tight her Olaf build-a-bear. Rachel as of just two weeks ago was now aged 10 for her age she was only just under the average height at 4 foot 3 inches. She has long red hair that right now looks like it has been through a hedge backwards. A creaking sound emerges from the door as a dark female figure enters the room and sits carefully on the edge of the bed. She sits there for a moment or two for what seems like eternity just watching Rachel sleep peacefully without daring to stir the child awake. Instead she just smiles for as long as she can before finally she must begin to wake Rachel up. She rubs Rachel’s shoulders gently trying to rouse the girl from her sleep. Rachel’s eyes half open as she lets out a small moan in complaint for what is going on. “Rise and shine my sweet, we have a long day ahead of us.” Rachel let’s go of her plushy rolls over and begins to sit up in her bed. “Did you really need to come in here to wake me up mum?” Rachel questions her mother. “Considering how lazy you have been over the summer young madam and how early we have to leave today I was not gonna leave it to chance.” Tired Rachel only gives her mother a sideways glance that says “ I have no idea what you mean.” in a typical pre-teen fashion. Rachel’s Mother looks over her daughter in her now uncovered flower printed PJ’s looking for any obvious signs of an issue over night but not seeing any she asks her about it. “Rachel, do we need to run you a wash today?” Rachel blushes a little at the direct question despite having to deal with her body now for 10 years and dealing with her issues of not staying dry for the last 4 months again after it seemed to stop for nearly 2 years when she was 8 she still was not used to the direct questions about it. “Yes I am gonna need a wash, I would have wanted to have one anyway for today.” “Okay sweet, put your PJ’s outside the door when I call you so I can get them washed before we have to leave and you know where to put your drynite.” “Okay, and yes yes I know a little more tact would be nice mum I am ten now not six I can be afforded a little bit more maturity with these things.” “Yes sweet you’re right I just forget, you are starting to become a big girl now and soon in a few short years a young woman that’s hard to adjust to for a parent.” Rachel’s mother gets up to leave the room to run the bath for her daughter. Once she is gone Rachel gets up herself and goes to her wardrobe to pull out her outfit for the day. She pulls out a pleated skirt that is simple and black, pairing it with a tee-shirt that has DC characters printed on it. She debates for a moment what to wear underneath her outfit. Over the summer they have been trying to see if she can manage wearing normal underwear during the day without issues but not feeling she wants to take the chance on her first day at a new school she pulls out the package of drynites and takes out a three she puts one on her outfit and the others in a small bag to carry with her. After having her wash and taking care of her teeth and all that Rachel gets dressed into what she picked out for the day and makes her way downstairs for breakfast. Rachel sits down on the sofa in front of the TV in the living room and her dog jumps up onto the sofa and sits next to her she turns to her dog to give him pets. “I am gonna miss you after today Rex you’ll be a good boy for mum though right.” Rachel's mum walks in with Rachel’s breakfast and places it on the coffee table. “That’s a cute outfit, sweet.” Rachel looks all nervous before speaking up. “ So um today I kinda don’t want an issue cause you know first day kinda so um wearing drynites today instead.” “That’s okay, did you take out changes?” “Yes two shouldn’t need more right?” “Not really but just remember to keep trying to not rely on them after today.” “Yeah I will just want a clean start, you know be able to make friends.” Rachel’s mum leaves the room and Rachel to eat after the last remark as she heads out to get Rachels suitcases in the car and everything sorted for the drive. After getting the car ready to go Rachel’s mum checks the time seeing it’s now 8AM she walks back into the living room to collect Rachel. “Alright TV off it’s time to leave now to be there on schedule for the day.” Rachel says one final goodbye to Rex and heads out to the car and straps in for the drive to her new school and new home till she graduates. The Phoenix Saints All Girls Preparatory Academy for ages 10-18. As nervous as she is sitting there waiting to pull away and start this new journey her optimism senses a new exciting adventure just on the horizon a short drive away.

Hello. I am a 29 year old mommy who lives in cockysville,MD and am looking for a little girl.

Chapter One Author's note: Gosh, it's been so long since I've written a diaper story. But the world being what it is has given me a little more time to work on personal projects, and since I now have a little of my own (Hello, my little rock lizard! I know you're reading this! Mummy loves you!) I thought I'd whip up a little two-parter. Dedicated to Tiffani, whose smile lights my life. * * * * Maya had given up on romance long before landing in the Diaper Dimension. Even in her old life, where she’d labored under the guise of manhood, love was a minefield that left her heartbroken more often than not. She didn’t know at the time that she was a little girl, and what she really needed was a Mommy to change her, feed her, and read bedtime stories. That required a cosmic miracle for her to learn, and she never looked back once it happened. Perhaps that explained all the yelling, the slamming doors, and broken dishes. Neither she or the people she thought she loved were mature enough to handle a truly ‘adult’ relationship. Few people were, at least where she came from. So it was for the best she landed in the arms of an Amazon, where she could know discipline and boundaries, and love without judgement. Mommy knew best, and saw her for who she was. Who would have thought a land of giants would be the safest place for her? On the other hand she did miss sex, and all the nice things that came with it. Whatever. It wasn’t worth thinking about. Things were better this way. “You don’t need to think about that yucky place,” Mommy’d said more than once. “This is your home now, and I’m going to love and keep my baby forever and ever and ever!” That should have been enough - would have been enough - if not for... her. * * * * Maya loved kindergarten, even if it meant being away from Mommy. There were lots of toys and games - a trampoline! (under close supervision) - and all the Amazons who worked there were super nice. Her favorite activity was pounding clay, getting her fingers in the muck, and pounding it into shape with her fists. It was a great way to spend energy! And at the end she always made something pretty, usually farm animals - cows, horses, duckies. If there was one thing she didn’t like, however, it was new kids. Not that there was anything wrong with new kids, except that most of them complained about being “adults” and how being a baby was “undignified”, and lots of other things that earned them a spot in the naughty corner. Maya frowned. She used to be like them, crying about having a “job” and a “family”. They were important for some reason, though the job wasn’t very good and her family weren’t particularly nice. No, things were better this way. A baby’s life was a happy life. The new kids would learn that sooner or later. Then, on a seemingly ordinary Monday, something different happened. “Everyone,” the teacher sang, clapping her hands to get their attention. “We have a new friend joining us! She just came from the little dimension, so give an extra big welcome to Natalie. Can you say ‘hello, Natalie’?” The littles greeted her in chorus, except for Maya, whose thoughts were a million miles away. From the moment she saw the new girl she was transfixed. Her jaw fell slack, and her binky dropped to the end of it’s clip. Natalie - or ‘Natty’ or ‘Nally’ as the other kids were calling her - was the prettiest girl Maya had ever laid eyes on, except for Mommy. She had the biggest smile, and big brown eyes that sparkled with wonder; and such pretty hair! Soft, brunette ringlets that hung around her cheeks. She wasn’t like the other new kids. She didn’t fuss with her diaper, or try to pull off the tapes. And she seemed right at home in a bibbed skirt, lavender onesie, and berets every color of the rainbow. Wasn’t she from the other dimension? Yet she’d taken to her new role so quickly. As far as Maya was concerned, that made her the smartest little on either world. A swell of butterflies churned in her tummy. Maya wondered if she wanted something to eat or drink, but no. It was something else. She felt it every time she turned toward Natalie. It wasn’t a very nice feeling. Maybe it would stop if she ran to the other side of the room. So she did, making sure to stay as far from the new girl as she could for the whole day. That should have made it better, but it didn’t. * * * * The car ride home was quieter than usual. Mommy arrived at three on the dot, picked up her baby girl and fussed over her, saying how much she missed her - Maya missed Mommy, too! - and strapped her into the booster seat in the back of the car. Maya used to drive a car; one sized for a little in a world full of littles, maybe a tenth of the size of the car Mommy drove. But as much as she missed the freedom of the road, she liked her booster seat more. The belts were secure and safe, almost as safe as Mommy’s arms. And it was nice to see the world pass by as she daydreamed - about animals and raindrops… And Natalie. She blushed and curled into a ball. Not even Mommy was allowed to see how embarrassed she was. What if she laughed? Maya was rarely aware of how saturated her diaper was - at least not as much as she used to. It was assumed by the time they arrived home she would be positively soaked, but after a few months she’d stopped thinking about it. Though her sudden hardness removed all doubt. Her clitty twitched against the damp lining, which only teased it more. “No,” she whined. Maya shook her head. She didn’t want this - at least, that’s what she told herself. Her thoughts were flooded with imagined sensations. What did Natalie’s lips feel like, taste like? What did she have underneath her clothes? A needy urge worked through her little fingers, wanting for all the world to grab the other girl in handfuls. The strain in her diaper grew to aching. The funny feeling in her tummy was stronger than ever. Maya bit down on the nipple of her binky, stifling a gasp. It wasn’t like her to have dirty thoughts. She’d left all that behind! And yet... Maya started to sob. “Baby?” Mommy looked in the rear vision mirror, powerless to do anything until they stopped. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Strange the way things change over time. When she pretended to be a man, Maya never cried. Crying was a bad thing. But now she was a little girl, she cried all the time! Whether she spilled food, or knocked over blocks, or her favorite romper was in the laundry, there was always a fresh supply of tears waiting to spring forth. Good thing Mummy was always there. But she couldn’t talk about this. It was just too embarrassing! So, Maya lied. “Nothing.” “Are you sure it’s nothing?” Mommy asked. It was common for littles to cry over the smallest things, even things so small they didn’t know what had upset them. But this was not one of those times. Mommy probably knew, because Mommies read minds. Maya nodded, and suckled on her fingers absently. She imagined for a moment that they were Natalie’s fingers, and reeled. Why wouldn’t these naughty thoughts leave her alone? “Nothing, huh.” Mommy wasn’t buying it. Poo! “I heard there was a new girl in kindy today,” she said. “And that she’s not kicking a fuss like other babies do.” How did she know? Natalie seemed a custom fit for the Diaper Dimension, like she was born to be a baby and nothing else! That’s why she was happy coming to kindergarten instead of throwing a tantrum. She’d even picked a favorite stuffie! Maya said nothing. She was too overcome by the feeling between her legs. Without even thinking she squeezed them together, closing the wet padding around her clitty. And then she started to rock, humming involuntarily. The butterflies beat their wings harder than ever! “Is she nice?” Mommy asked. If she were looking, Maya might have noticed a cheeky smirk in the rear view mirror. She couldn’t hide things from Mommy, even if she tried. The little girl gasped, “I don’t know..." Suddenly she was too far gone. Maya’s anxieties fell by the wayside, along with the rest of the world. Her eyes rolled back as she gave over to the sensation in her diaper. The soggy cotton was heaven around her clitty, which stood taller than ever, screaming for touch. And touch it she did with thighs fixed shut, bucking in her booster seat as she grunted, nurturing the wave building inside her. Nothing was this good, even in the old dimension. How was it that she missed sex that much when grinding her wet diaper was so much better? Mommy said nothing, and watched from the front seat without judgement. Baby girls needed relief, she supposed. They had their urges - adult urges. Littles were fully grown, and capable of a certain consent, even if they weren't as mature as they believed. Though it wasn’t Mommy’s place to scratch that itch. Maya, it seemed, could do that on her own. A new liquid soaked the seat of Maya’s diaper, draining her of energy and leaving her bask in the cool afterglow. She reveled in the release, and arched against her restraints. Then the little girl slumped in her booster seat, testing the hold of the straps. She smiled, groggy eyed, somewhere between content and sleep. “Perhaps,” Mommy said coolly, as though nothing had happened, “we should invite her for a playdate. Don’t you think that would be fun?” It would be fun, and terrifying; though Maya didn’t have it in her to think that far ahead, or even to think at all. Her whole body was swimming in a haze that lulled her gently from consciousness. To be continued...

Smoke hung low in the air of the old dive bar, swirling around a purple haired vixen who was drinking herself into a drunken stupor. All of her family; gone. Everything she knew was long dead and on top of all that, she was in debt to the tune of thousands. If that wasn't depressing enough, she had just broken things off with the only person who was helping her navigate this overwhelming future that was forced upon her. Still, she'd be lying to herself if she ignored the simple fact that she was using her ex boyfriend to try and recreate her former pampered life, milking him for all he was worth. The relationship was fated to fail, but he had made it so easy, he obviously wanted to spoil her. Faye sighed, closing her eyes shut while slumped over the bar in defeat. The clicking of her long nails dominated the tavern as she tapped idly on the neck of a nearly empty bottle of beer. The atmosphere of the dimly lit, dinghy bar matched her mood rather well. She had just spent her last fistful of woolongs on bottle number four and was wallowing in self pity. The young woman clad in yellow latex booty shorts and tube top looked around, hoping to spot a man to flirt with, in the hopes of getting another beer. Seeing none interested, she raised the bottle up, sipping back the remaining drops of amber lager. A little bit of the liquid ambrosia leaked down her lips, causing her to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She knew that she'd had enough to drink but she just wanted to drown her sorrow in an alcoholic sea. A sea the size of all of Ganymede wouldn't satisfy her at this point. She was broke, had no where to go and now was out of beer. A frantic motion, the front door of the bar opened, catching her attention. Faye turned her head slightly to see who had just entered the tavern. What met her eye was a disheveled young woman, maybe a little older than herself. Rich black locks as dark as the endless void of space fell past her shoulders, framing a face as pale as porcelain. She looked like a doll, but her manor of dress was typical of a young woman: red t-shirt and a pair of black jeans which hugged her legs tightly. Wordlessly, the young lady hurried to the bar and took the seat next to Faye. "A Vodka, neat." The newcomer ordered from the grizzled old bartender. The man nodded and poured her a generous serving into a small glass. She thanked him with a slight nod and slid a few woolongs his way. Faye didn't think much of this woman until the brunette lifted her Vodka filled glass up to her mouth and knocked it back like any of the boys. "Tough night, huh?" Faye asked. "You have no idea." The young woman replied, tapping her glass, to let the bartender know that she wanted a refill. "I thought that bit of Goose would make me feel good, but I don't think there's enough liquor in the world to make me forget what I've been through." "Shit, that bad?" The lavender haired woman was genuinely interested now. "Yeah, I should've known that it was too good to be true." The raven haired lady explained, knocking back her second glass of Vodka. "You get ripped off or something?" Faye wondered aloud, pulling out a cigarette before lighting it. "It's hard to explain." The lady paused for a moment. "You ever heard of the owner of the Sol Broadcasting Network?" "SBN?" Faye cocked an eyebrow, taking a drag off of her cig. "Yeah, it was supposed to be my ticket out of this shithole." The brunette sighed. "Free housing, ample pay and all I was supposed to do was just be me." "So, wait a minute. You're telling me that some old geezer was basically going to pay you to live in his house?" Faye stated in disbelief. Sure, she had heard of sugar daddies in her time, but the mere fact that this girl had just broken it off with one, and that she practically told her 'who' it was, surprised her. Faye couldn't believe her luck. A scoff came from the woman opposite Faye. "It's not an old geezer. It's a fat old dyke." "Oh, and you weren't expecting her advances?" Faye asked coyly. "No one could've seen what this crazy old hag wanted." The woman shuddered. "I see. Well, thanks for the tip." Faye smiled, ashing out her cigarette. She stood up from her stool and walked away from the newcomer. The young woman sighed, looking towards the door as Faye left. 'She's got no idea what she's in for.' To Be Continued... For just a three dollars, you can read up to part 4 and check out other stories like this at my Patreon. If you'd like a short story, you may pledge fifteen dollars and I'll write you one about any image you choose. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Not strictly ABDL but it has some fun lesbian CG/L vibes so.... ? Trees… Trees… Trees… More Trees…… And Bang! “Ow gods damn it my arse!” The motor carriage hit a particularly nasty hole in the dirt track leading to the town of Moloheim, sending poor Tabitha Goodwright flying up out of her seat. Her Girlfriend Sarah looked over at the petite red head felidine chuckling. “Sorry hon, can’t do much about this goat track.” “Why did you even drag me out here? You know I hate field work!” “I know hon, but you’re one of the guilds best alchemists. And frankly I need to you on this. For Armetia and the revolution and all that.” The tiny redhead sighs listening to faint burble pop of the ethanol boiler, musing about the design that she helped build. Crystal heaters didn’t require fuel… They relied on ambient ether but they were next to impossible to mass produce. Requiring rare materials from the Hibor mountains. Coal fired boilers were to heavy. So pressurized ethanol it was. It certainly beat the old days of horse carriages, 60kph sustained! And no manure! Although on this pathetic excuse of a road… Not such much… The assembly was trying to modernize though, which is why they were here. Two alchemists brought in to help with the new Hydroelectric dam on in Moloheim. Another jolting bang brings her out of her musings and draws a complaint from her stomach. Wincing she realizes it’s been several hours since she last used the lavatory. “Sarah? Is there somewhere we can stop? I um… Need to use the facilities.” Sarah winces and looks over at her girlfriend, her shy school girl fidgeting a sharp contrast to her professional skirt and blazer. “Sorry luv, I can pull over so you can pop behind a tree.” “Umm I need to take a dump so.. No.” Her large expressive ears slicked back, in embarrassment. “Okay but I didn’t bring spare knickers for you if you shit yourself.” Sarah smirks and Tabitha let’s out yowl of wounded pride that clearly communicates “just you wait”. Another thirty minutes pass, Tabitha’s expression becomes increasingly destressed her large fluffy tail arcing across her back like a metronome. “Okay that’s it were pulling over.” Sarah’s tone brooks no argument as she does just that but Tabitha must defend honor and pride. “Wait no! I can hold it!” Unsuccessfully but still one must try. The taller brunette however easily lift’s her 5’1” partner out her seat and carries her to the shade of large oak, rucking the spluttering girls skirt up and pulling her undies and hose down around her ankles. Tabitha glares but breaks out laughing. “Fuck I really don’t have a choice, do I?” “No and it would have been you stinking up the motor otherwise.” Taking a squat, the blushing young woman voids her bladder and bowls onto the dry summer earth, squealing in embarrassment as she loudly breaks wind. Sarah laughs and smirks. “Your way too modest Tabi, nothing out here but us and the animals.” She punctuates her statement by breaking wind herself. “See nothing to worry about.” This elicits a fit of giggles from Tabi. “And I know your embarrassed that I can see each log drop but…” Tabitha sputters like the boiler “It’s not like I haven’t walked in on you in the washroom at home.” At this point she can only blush and whimper, helpless to do anything but keep emptying her bowels as her girlfriend lifts her own skirt and drops her hose and undies. Emptying her bladder with a loud patter. Tabitha find herself over come by an odd arousal as she drops the last of her load, finishing with another loud bit of wind. “So ummm… I don’t suppose you brought toilet paper?” “Nope, but I can do you one better.” She watches as her girlfriend conjures a ball of water, condensed from atmospheric vapor. Tabitha yelps in surprise as the jet of water hit’s her square in her sex and slides down her mons before going up her perineum and into her crevice, leaving her completely clean. “Minor Hydrokenises as a bidet. Nice.” Tabitha giggles before once again squealing loudly as the pressurized water invades her rectum. “Hey!! Was that really necessary!?” “Just making sure your completely clean love, you do have a tendency to stain your knickers like a naughty five-year-old.” Tabitha feels her face flush and her sex betray her as it throbs. “That’s what I thought” Sarah smirks as she watches Tabi expel the water with a loud “blart”. “Now….” Sarah smiles as she looks at girlfriend’s obvious arousal. “Does somebody need a cum as well before we get back on the road?” Tabi can only hang heard in embarrassment and let a quite “Yes….” At which point the tiny redhead finds herself pressed against the tree. The rough barks scratching her ass as their cunts scissor together. Tongues dueling her blouse ripped open in a spray of buttons and her bra yanked down. She feels her climax building as Sarah goes for her clit. “I want you to be as loud as possible. I want to hear my supposedly chaste little Tabi to scream like the slut she is.” Tabitha can only mule and pant and then join her girlfriend in screaming so loud that they actually send an ironic flock of tits to flight….. Five minutes later there back on the road. Tabitha’s blouse mended by transmutation and her napping exhausted in the passenger seat.

Hey, just another idea I had for a short story! (Taking a teensy break from Stork) I'm thinking about making a part two for this and finishing it if people like it! So please be sure to let me know. This contains light breathplay, light masochism and bdsm-type themes--if that isn't your thing, now you know! Enjoy ********************************************************************************************************************************* I slowly edged my knee off of the kitchen counter, preparing to reunite my feet with the tile below. I almost had it, the slippery glass of the jar feeling precarious in my sweaty palms; I was nearly to the floor when (...you guessed it..) the jar slipped from my hands and shattered. Snickerdoodle crumbs and scattered shards of glass were all over the pristine floor; cringing, I held my hands over my mouth...waiting for my inevitable doom. She was not going to be happy with me at all--I wasn't even supposed to be down here… "--Dani?? Dani!..What was that??", I heard her stir in bed. She still sounded sleepy...so maybe I still had a chance to redeem myself-- "N-Nothing! Just dropped something in the bathroom, no big deal!" I lied, crouching down and carefully trying to sweep everything together with my hands. I heard the creak of the bedsprings, followed by the pounding of footsteps in the upstairs hallway. Panicking, I started to wonder if I should hide or just come clean. I winced as I heard her footsteps draw closer and closer to the kitchen. Cursing underneath my breath, I quickly attempted to straighten up and look nonchalant. It was then that she crossed the threshold of the kitchen; looking around, she allowed her eyes to settle on mine. I instinctively looked down, my face hot with guilt. “So, you were in the bathroom, huh?”, she stretched out her arm and leaned it on the nearby table. I stayed quiet for a split second, I didn’t want to sound too desperate with my answer..or too flustered. She gazed at me with amusement in her eyes, daring me to lie. She already knew what had happened, she was testing me. It was just a little game for her..but I figured maybe I could still wiggle my way out of any consequences. “Well, I was in the bathroom, bu--”, she cut me off almost immediately. “False. Don’t even begin to lie. Are you sure the mess on the ground doesn’t have to do with what we talked about earlier?”, she stated, glancing at the floor indifferently. Well, I mean shit. If she hadn’t been so unfair...then maybe I wouldn’t have done what I did. It was after dinner when I asked her if I could have some cookies from the jar on top of the fridge; she had recently baked them, and snickerdoodle happened to be one of my favorites. She lightly chided me--reminding me that it was a weekday, Tuesday to be exact. We’d agreed not to partake in sweets during the week; it killed me to do so..but deep down I knew it was good for both of us..especially me, as I eat way too many sweets anyway . A few of the cookies were left over from her baking them on Sunday; I begged and pleaded, telling her I only wanted one. I mean, realistically--I’d probably sneak more than one, but I said I only wanted one cookie to coax her into relenting. She’d stood firm, telling me no. Yet, I persisted, trying everything to get her to say yes; I asked for half a cookie, I even promised to do her chores tomorrow--I tried everything. She’d scolded me, telling me it was important to stick to things, and that she’d make more next weekend. When I had begun to pout, she leaned over the dinner table..asking me if I wanted to be punished. Basically, she was being too harsh; I knew the promise I’d made….I just wanted to break it, just a tiny bit. I crossed my arms defiantly. “Well...I mean..it could…” I muttered out, shrugging. I just wanted my damn cookies. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She bit out, her tone icy. I allowed myself to take several quick glances at her face; she was tight-lipped, and she looked irritated, yet her eyes still held the same amusement behind them. This was not good. It was one thing for her to be disappointed and simply punish me, but it was another when she decided to have her “fun” with my discipline. I felt excitement spike, I knew I was in for it. I was terrified, but I wasn’t going to cave; if she was going to have her fun, I was gonna have mine too. I briefly held eye contact with her, and let my eyes roll up to the ceiling; I casually shrugged my shoulders again. “I wanted a cookie….okay, I don’t know what else to tell you. I *am* sorry I lied and made a mess, but none of this--” She cut me off, smiling. Her face was flushed, and the twinkle in her eyes had grown brighter. I automatically backed up, preparing for the worst. In one fluid motion, she strode over --getting so close that I was forced up against the counter that was behind me. I bumped into it with a slight whimper and turned my face away from her. She grasped my throat, her hand nestled just under my chin. I felt my breathing grow ragged, even though she had yet to squeeze. “..Dani, please tell me who I am.” She leaned in close, her whispering tickling my ear. I softly whimpered, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for her. “..Tell. Me.” She started to apply pressure to my neck, and I unintentionally moaned. It felt so good, I didn’t know what to do, so I just squirmed against the counter. “You’re my M-Mommy” I softly croaked out. Mommy’s lithe frame towered over my smaller one; I cowered beneath her, shivering. The way her hand was poised on my throat was very exciting, my nipples had grown hard underneath my tank top...and I was attempting to subtly rub my thighs together. She cocked her head at me, “Good Girl.” She firmly shook me by my throat, and I softly groaned in approval. Mommy wedged her slender leg in between my thighs and leaned in close to my ears once more. “I’m happy to know you could remember that...at the very least. But, I distinctly told you that you were *not* to have any cookies tonight.” She got impossibly close to my earlobe and continued, ”You know what happens when you disobey. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you did this on purpose...just to get a silly little kick out of it.” I wiggled around feeling very overwhelmed, and very turned on--but she held me tightly. “The rest of this night and your punishment is going to go exactly how I say--and if you’re good..you might just get some enjoyment out of it.” She hissed enthusiastically. Mommy closed the remaining space between us, nipping my earlobe. I squealed, the action being way too much for me. I was openly panting and moaning now, there was so much tension, and I was very ready for whatever she planned to do. Her pajamed leg repeatedly caressed the area between my thighs; she was still close, her hand on my neck. Being pinned against the counter, I struggled to hump myself against her knee. I tried to do so somewhat sneakily, but Mommy immediately could tell what I was doing-- “..Oh? Someone likes this?”, she chuckled and clucked her tongue in disapproval. Mommy began to thrust and grind her leg harder against me, causing my pink pajama shorts to cling to my mound and ride up uncomfortably. I felt sodden and icky; I was so humiliated, yet so turned on. She was able to garner enough pressure against my clit that I could already feel myself desperate to cum. Then she stopped. “..Did you forget you were being punished, Sweetie?” she pulled back and smiled at me, looking very pleased. I stifled a groan and looked down, annoyed with myself that I was able to get *that* excited...by just her leg. “...No Mommy..”, I softly grumbled, trying to nuzzle her hand with my chin. I looked up at Mommy with pleading eyes, lightly allowing myself to go a bit more limp, and attempting to puff out my chest. I mean, maybe she’d keep going a little more if I seemed more compliant? I wanted her to keep going, I wanted it badly. “Turning on the charm I see?”, she released my neck and stepped away, freeing me from the counter. I was slightly disappointed--but only for a second. Mommy then proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair, expertly evading the crumbs and glass shards as she started to drag me out of the kitchen. I gasped in pain….and arousal. “S-Stop..hey! --Ow...Fuck, Ow..”, I whimpered out. However, I made no move to grab at her hand and stop her--that was a big no-no. “Do you really think you should be complaining, cursing, and carrying on considering the position you’re in right now?” Mommy mused as she continued to yank me into the living room. Her floral silk robe was becoming untidy and undone, and her mousy hair fell into her face in strands. Yet, she still smiled that ridiculous smile. Mommy then unceremoniously let go of my hair, causing me to stumble. Taking advantage of me being off balance, she shoved me on to our cushy couch. I fell on my bottom, legs splayed out, chest heaving--looking up at her expectantly. I was terrified, and it was great. Mommy stood over me, borderline gleeful. “Beg Me.” She chirped out. I cocked my head, waiting for her to finish. “Beg me to punish you.” Mommy looked down at me, her hands akimbo on her hips. I swiftly looked down, my embarrassment renewed. I played with the fabric of the couch as I tried to summon the words she was looking for. “Go on. I’m not going to wait all night, Danica.” She said in a cheerful voice. “Please….” I tugged my top down and fiddled with my hands. “Mommy...please..I want it..” I looked up at her in humiliation. “Aw baby..”, she began to gush, “That was very cute, but please be more explicit.” I swore I saw her bite her lip..even if it was for a fraction of a second. She liked when I was all pathetic and shy like this.. “Mommy..please..please, punish me. I need it, I’ve been bad...I broke the rules...I need you--” I was starting to softly pant by now. Saying all this was as much of a turn on for me as it was for Mommy. “--I need you to remind me..who I am..and how I should act..” I finished hoarsely. “Fuck..” she muttered out. Mommy had clearly lost some of her composure, but she slowly approached me and joined me on the couch. She roughly pulled me into her lap (by my hair), and forced my legs apart. “Guess what babygirl?” She began to pant out, her hands making her way down to my shorts. Mommy allowed her hands to rest on the exterior of my short-clad crotch, she then started to rub. I tried not to moan as she only got more aggressive. “Guess.” She pulled me closer and growled into my ear. “I--I don’t know...w-what..??” I panted out. By now, the wetness from my pussy had begun to dampen my shorts. “You’re going into diapers tonight.” Mommy whispered into my ear, her hand going for my throat again. I inwardly moaned--I mean, diapers weren’t so bad. Mommy let me go stints without wearing, so I guess my time in big-girl undies was over for now. But, knowing her...that definitely wasn’t going to be it, because that wasn’t much of a punishment. “And you’re also going in chastity for me...for a few weeks at least.” I could hear the pure joy in her voice as she continued to paw at my clit. I whimpered out in both protest and pleasure...there it was. “...Chastity for when Mommy isn’t at home...but when I am at home--” she continued to whisper into my neck, her excitement clearly growing. “We’re going to edge you and edge you...you won’t cum at least for a couple of weeks. Yeah, I think that's what I’ll do. Diapers, chastity and denial...won’t that be fun..” Mommy sped up her assault on my cunt. I started to cry out, getting desperate to cum, getting desperate for my punishment.. “..Won’t it be fun, Dani?” She repeated herself, breathing heavily. I whimpered passively. “Use your words. Say it. Tell me how much fun it’ll be.” Mommy bit out, she further pinned me against her lap--ramping up her ministrations. I was nearly on the brink of cumming, I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t cum..especially without permission...and especially in this situation, but my orgasm was fast approaching. I tried to speak, but I only managed to moan out my words. “I want it….I want to be in diapers for you..I-I..” I gulped, fighting back my orgasm. “I want to be in chastity for you Mommy..I want you to control me..I don’t want to cum..” I panted out. I was on the brink of cumming. I started to feverishly buck at her hand like an animal, moaning and clutching at her thigh. She then stopped. (Again.) I let out a strangled cry, tears nearly coming to my eyes. I was so frustrated. I wiggled around on her lap angrily. “Oh? Baby...sorry, punishment is effective immediately.” Mommy smirked, pulling me closer into her lap and gently nuzzling me. I hastily jumped up from her lap, pouting. Everything was tingly and I was damp and sweaty--she was so unfair. I tugged at my hair and thumped my foot on the ground..trying to shake the frustration and arousal away. Mommy arched her eyebrow at me, and watched me throw my hissyfit for a moment. She then reached out and snatched my wrist to pull me to her once more. We were face to face, our noses nearly touching. “Get back down here. Did I say I was done??” Mommy stated cheerfully. I pouted again, begrudgingly going to resume my place on her lap. She then pushed me down to my tummy across her legs, manhandling me in the process. I gasped in surprise, but didn’t make any move to struggle. “Wow, my memory ...I forgot to say you’d be getting a spanking too.” Mommy then started to yank my jammie shorts down as I tried to brace myself. Well, I guess I would have to see how 'fun' this spanking was going to be.

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“This is stupid,” Bonnie said. She held her tummy and the butterflies gurgling inside. Strange things were going on in the next room - her room, that she shared with her girlfriend of three years - things that were not even thought about in the everyday world. Claire called from the open door. “This is your fantasy, birthday girl,” she said. “Don’t get cold feet now!” Of all the fetishes to have this one belonged to Bonnie, and she hated it. Why couldn’t she have been landed with something more normal, like a fixation on feet? Instead she craved the soft caress of a diaper against her backside and a mother’s touch, like something straight out of a Freudian casebook. “Are you coming, sweetpea?” Claire poked her head around the doorframe, and beamed. Playing a maternal role was something she’d always dreamed about, though probably not like this. She didn’t laugh or tease when her girlfriend spilled her guts late one night as they lay pillow to pillow, and had only been understanding since. Bonnie almost prayed for a freakout - then she wouldn’t have to go through with this embarrassing game she wanted more than anything in the world. She padded with tiny steps into the bedroom with fists balled at her sides. Her eyes fixed shut, not daring to look at the spread Claire had set out for them. The faint scent of baby powder tickled her nose, sending shivers down her spine. Why, why did she ever open her stupid mouth? Claire’s warmth wrapped around her, and stroked the back of Bonnie’s neck. Her other hand curled around the base of her spine, drawing her close until their bodies pressed together. The dip in Claire’s collarbone seemed a custom fit for Bonnie’s head, and radiated with the sweet scent of her perfume. She whispered in a sing-song tone that only someone with motherhood in their heart could know. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’ve got you. You’re safe with Mommy.” Bonnie’s thoughts melted into jelly, and sloshed all around inside her. She was falling in love again, and hating it - but more than that she was adoring it, and felt need swelling; to open that door, to be small, and to lose herself in the arms of someone safe. She didn’t realize she’d been crying until Claire lifted her chin and brushed away a tear. Her Mommy was all smiles and caring, more than Bonnie had ever known. “Are you ready for your change?” she asked. Bonnie bit her lip. “Do I get to say no?” “Of course you do,” Claire said. “This is your fantasy. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” Bonnie nodded. Her breath caught in her throat, and was heavy. “But I think you’d regret it if you turned back now,” Claire said. God, why did she have to be so understanding all the time? She nodded and stilled herself, knowing what she said was true. Claire hummed. “Good girl.” The words tickled the would-be little girl with joy. “Now we get you undressed, okay, little one?” Bonnie’s eyes remained closed throughout. It was easier to be small when she couldn’t see, and with every touch she regressed just a little bit more. Though they’d seen each other naked a million times she flushed with shame when Claire pulled down her panties and tights, releasing her clitty from its tuck. “You’re so pretty,” Claire giggled, and ran fingertips down her little girl’s hips. Then she laid tiny kisses along her stomach and the outside of her thighs, which aroused just as much as they tickled. Her girlfriend’s clitty stirred, even if Bonnie hid behind her hands. Lifting herself from her knees Claire ran her hands up her little girl’s side, this time with a firm hold that kept her in place. Bonnie’s gasp betrayed her touch had the desired effect. “Arms up, little girl,” she said. Bonnie did as she was told, and trembled as she did. The long sleeve shirt slipped effortlessly over the little’s head and down her arms, leaving her exposed before her fully clothed partner. She opened her eyes to the first time, and to the strong yet gentle demeanor Claire possessed. Somehow, she seemed taller. “Are you ready for the next step, sweetheart?” Bonnie looked to the bed, and froze again. For a tender moment she managed to lose herself, until the reality snapped in front of her. This was real, and so was her girlfriend, standing in the threshold of her deepest, darkest desire. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, this is great, and I’m having fun, but… I don’t want you to have to do this if it’s something you don’t like, and-” Her rambling ended with a kiss; the kind usually shared by new lovers discovering each other. Claire’s lips dominated Bonnie with heavy laps, and the taste of coffee mingled with chocolate. What seemed an eternity later Claire pulled away, and laid her gaze on the girl lost in her affection. “I want you to say my name,” she said, patiently. Bonnie blinked, and took a moment to register the question. “Claire…?” “No,” she said. “My name right now.” The word caught in Bonnie’s throat - it was too embarrassing to say! Yet the expectation drove her on, pushing her past her shame. She would do anything to make her partner proud of her, even that which scared her most. “M-Mommy…” “What was that, sweetheart?” “Mommy,” she said, this time with greater confidence. It had been worth it, because then she was wrapped up in her Mommy’s arms, and peppered with kisses and words of praise. “Good girl! Such a good girl for Mommy!” Bonnie was a good girl for Mommy - that was all she ever wanted, and she beamed with pride because of it. Joy swirled from the top of her head, and down to the bottom of her toes. The realisation was even better than she had dreamed. “Now, are you going to wear a diaper for Mommy?” The little stopped again, but only for a moment. They’d come so far together, and had to see it through to the end. Hopefully it wouldn’t spoil the scene they’d enjoyed up to that point. Bonnie looked down, and nodded. “O-o-okay,” she stammered. Claire reached for one of the items on the nearby bedside, and lifted a lime green pacifier to her partner’s lips. The plastic nipple was larger than the kind given to real babies, leading Bonnie to wonder just how much thought had been put into her birthday. Biting down on it felt right, comforting, like her mouth had rediscovered its original purpose. As comforting as her paci was in private it was even better in the presence of Claire who was cooing and smiling with greater enthusiasm. “Look what I have for you,” Claire said. She reached to the bed, and with one hand offered her little one a stuffed labrador with a soft, shiny golden coat, and a large red bow around her neck. Her squeak reached peak levels. “It’s Penny the Puppy!” Bonnie snatched the toy happily and wrapped it as tight as her arms could hold. It was the one aspect of her little life that hid in plain sight, which for the longest time she had explained as being for her anxiety. Now they both knew that Penny was so much more. “Come on, baby. Time to get you dressed again.” She guided Bonnie to the bed, making sure to be patient for her mincing little steps, and to the edge where a large, adult sized diaper lay open. Again, Bonnie fixed her eyes closed, but if that's what she needed then that was okay. “Lay down,” Claire sang, and turned her girl around. She plopped her bum down on the diaper with a loud crinkle, and shuffled her up so that Bonnie was in the right position. “Good, now legs apart…” Bonnie was obedient, and lifted her knees as wide as they would go. “Good girl!” It took everything the little had to keep from springing out the room, but the sound of her lover’s voice, her gentle touch, the smooth nipple in her mouth and the tickle of Penny’s fur combined were enough to put her at ease. When the powder fell like snow between her legs and tickled her all the way around she became even smaller, to a place where words had no meaning. Warm tingles ran up her body and swirled behind her eyes. “You are such a good girl,” Claire whispered. “I know how hard this is for you, little one, but I am so proud of you for sharing this with me. I love you very, very, very much.” Bonnie grinned behind her pacifier. Tiny and vulnerable she was pure and loved. Nothing else existed in the world but her and her Mommy. The diaper closed around her, and the tapes held her tight, like a hug around her underside that kept her from falling. At last she was safe, and all was good in the world. She reached upward and let Penny slip out of her arms, opening and closing her hands in a desperate attempt to reach Claire. Her new Mommy hummed and pulled her upright, and into her arms. Then she gave her little one a kiss on her pacifier, prompting a giggle from them both. “Happy birthday, sweet girl,” she said. By then Bonnie’s shame had utterly evaporated. The two women shared a new language, and would hopefully indulge it again and again.

Alex woke with a start. Her dreams had been one bad memory after another except for the last one, which had the courtesy of being a regular nightmare, that had shocked her awake. The only consolation to a night of fitful sleep and nightmares was that, upon waking up, Alex could barely remember them. There had been the even worse than she'd expected coming out to her parents but it was an old wound and she was over it. Mostly. She had more important things to worry about. She groaned, rolling over to check her phone. The date was bright, too bright because she'd been watching a movie and forgot to turn the brightness down before passing out late last night, and clear. Rent was due tomorrow and she had enough, she always did, but she'd been planning on buying extra food with what she thought was extra money. But it being the end of the month explained that. Time ran together when you stopped paying attention to the date, one example of how time was fake. "Kill me." She muttered, fixing her blanket back over her shoulder. It was Sunday and her day off so there was no reason for her to get out of bed before ten. But she did have to pee. "Wait." She put her hand under her shorts. "Sweet. Wet but not that wet. And it's cold anyway." Alex had fallen asleep in what had been a recently wet diaper so it was cold after a nights sleep. One of many reasons she decided it was best to wet it again. It was an adult diaper and huge, it could take at least three huge wettings before she had to change. She still couldn't wet laying down although she'd been enjoying diapers for years. Alex tossed her blanket off and knelt on her bed, diaper crinkling as she moved. The noise was something Alex enjoyed a lot. "Mrrow!" Of course. "I didn't forget you, you furball. Give me two minutes and i'll get breakfast for both of us." She told the fat, one eyed, grey cat her girlfriend Morgan had named Odin. He jumped down from her desk and pat pat patted over to the bed. "Murrrowwww." He cried, digging his claws into the comforter and stretching his back. "Ok, ok, jeez. You're so whiny today." Alex said, bending down to pet him for a second. "I miss her to. Goddammit, Abby." Abby was Morgan's mother, a cold women who never seemed to care about anyone but herself, least of all Morgan and her girlfriend. But Morgan was visiting her for a few days in the hospital after she had a stroke. Alex thought she was better off dead so Morgan had one less thing to worry about, they could even leave the funeral arrangements to her brother Jake. Alex climbed off her bed and waddled into the kitchen for breakfast. Odin followed impatiently at her heels. She bent down to open the cupboard under the sink and pulled out his food, pouring out a good amount of food into his bowl that she was sure he'd complain about later. Satisfied after he started to eat, she put his food away and started a pot of coffee. She made a mental note that they were out of coffee and she'd have to buy some before Morgan got back tomorrow. "Shit." She said, realizing the second she started the machine that she'd made enough for two people instead of one. Alex couldn't help but smile at what Morgan's reaction would be. Morgan would say 'you're so adorable, I love you so much.' and then kiss her on the cheek. Morgan was wonderful. Alex stood in front of the coffee pot as it dripped coffee, spread her legs a little to get comfortable, and began to wet herself. At first it was a spurt, greedily soaked up by her diaper. Then she breathed out the tension and relaxed. The floodgates opened and Alex listened to the drip of the coffee as well as the hiss inside her diaper. She wasn't sure what was better. The warmth that was spread throughout her diaper was hard to contend with though, especially since she hadn't even had a sip of coffee yet. She trusted it to hold another wetting if she stayed in it that long but she didn't trust the powder to prevent a rash and she definitely didn't trust the chair if she sat down. Alex checked the pot, not even half full yet, and decided she had enough time to at least put on pants. A shower would take too long and her coffee would either burn if she left the pot on or grow cold if she turned it off. Pants would do. The shirt she had only worn to bed so it would do for the day since she didn't plan on going anywhere important. She crinkled back to her bedroom, grabbed the wipes from the end table, and laid down on the rug. "This sucks." She said aloud. "Fuck, you stupid old woman. I want my damn girlfriend back." Alex ripped the tabs off one side of her diaper then the other and raised her hips so she could slide it out from under herself. Then she balled it up and set it aside to be dealt with later. Wiping herself clean took only marginally longer than getting the sodden garment off had. She grabbed the diaper and walked it and the wipes over to the diaper pail and tossed them in. After she wiped her hands on her legs for good measure she put her Wonder Woman panties on and threw on a pair of black hip hugger jeans. Alex walked back into the kitchen and prepped her mug for coffee by adding far too much sugar. She turned off the pot and poured herself a cup. "What do I want for coffee, Odin? No, wait, I have coffee. Breakfast. I need breakfast." She asked the cat laying on the table. Technically he wasn't supposed to be on it, Morgan always brushed him off, but Alex didn't have the heart to. No food was on the table so she didn't see the harm in letting him relax a little. They put the table under the window for a reason, Odin enjoyed the warmth of the sun like they did. "We don't have any food. Kill me." Alex said, looking up at the cupboard which should have a couple things of cereal but did not. The fridge was empty yesterday. The cupboards had enough canned goods and pasta for a while but no boxed mixes and barely any snacks. She opened one to check on the state of her peanuts. None. No toffee, honey roasted, or even regular ones. "Right, I finished those last night. Looks like I need to go shopping, Odin. Might as well get breakfast on the way." The 1917 was a coffeeshop she and Morgan liked to visit at least once a week and the perfect place to stop in to for breakfast. It was small and eccentric, old french jazz followed by modern klezmer was common from the couple of wireless bluetooh speakers throughout the place. They went there often enough that they were personal friends with everyone who worked there and their phones could connect to the speakers. "Hey, Claire." Alex smiled at the lanky blonde behind the counter. Claire had her hair up in a messy bun which left the bandage of a new neck tattoo on display. Alex, being friends with Claire, knew that it was supposed to be a rose with the name Sebastian in it. Sebastian was Claire's dog. He wasn't dead, Claire just loved him. She was adorable. The bandage was on the opposite side of her neck from an old tattoo. The old one was an image of the wicked curved beak and profile of some bird of prey, an homage to the fact that Claire could fly. Claire, like many other people, was an SPI- a super powered individual. It was the stupid, official, government acronym. Alex preferred the more general term- variant human, variant for short. "Yo." The taller woman gave a quick, two fingered wave to her as she handed a latte to a customer. "Regular?" "Yes, please." Alex said before paying and tipping her. She figured that she and Morgan gave a good ten dollars a week in tip to Claire. Not that they minded. Claire was funny, charming, nice, and totally gorgeous. Just like Morgan. She and Morgan were working up the nerve to ask her out. "Here you go. Cinnamon raisin bagel with peanut butter, large hazelnut coffee with a bit of caramel swirl and a dash of cinnamon, and a fresh baked jumbo, vegan, croissant. All made with love." Claire announced, putting it all on the counter with a flourish. "Thanks." Alex could feel her cheeks go pink. Morgan and her would definitely have to sit and down and talk about asking her out. She went to sit down at her table so the guy behind her could order. "Hey, what'ya think of the the bill they want to put through?" The man, no one she recognized, asked her. "The one that would make them nonhuman with no human rights? It's fucking bullshit. They're people like everyone else. Obviously." She all but growled. "Good, good. You look like someone who'd go to a protest. There's a rally at the statehouse Tuesday, starts at noon. We need the bodies." He said. "I'll think about it." She said before she settled at her table with her breakfast. A protest was good but that didn't mean she was about to trust some rando. He could be a fed or anti-variant. Or worse, both. Her breakfast would've been good, the food and coffee were always delicious, but Rally Guy had other plans. "Mind if I sit?" He asked. "Yes." She replied. He faltered. The man was pretty and obviously enjoyed using his boyish good looks. "Are you sure?" "Pal, I have a girlfriend and i'd like to eat my breakfast in peace. Please stop bothering me." "Fine." He said with no small amount of disgust. Which was exactly why Alex didn't advertise her powers like most people. She got enough flak for being an autistic lesbian, she didn't need to tell everyone she was a variant while she was at it. Alex barely tasted the rest of her food. Hopefully food shopping would go better, it was usually relaxing. Usually being the keyword she found out.

Hi all- I have recently become incontinent.

Heyo My name is Emily and I am ... this . . . . . Year old. Im super new to this world and not even sure how much into it. For me, this isn't a sexual thing, but more of a way of feeling safe and imprinting that feeling in my brain. I wish to have two mommy's, but one is also ok. And a sister maybe..

Jaye had another accident in her panties at college, her teacher, Professor Robinson had caught her in her went undies. The woman in her late 20s called her mother, mostly because of her bad grades and now the accident in the middle of class; she knew that Jaye had to be treated like the age that she had been acting. [Need someone to play her mommy to come and pick her up, diapering and babying her. Females only please.]

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