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A commissioned story. ----------------------------------------- Deep within the heart of a lush jungle, lies a mysterious cavern spoken about only in hushed rumors. It has been said in the deepest reaches of this cave, there lies riches beyond one’s greatest imagination. Despite the coveted nature of this cavern, no one had dared to seek out its bounty. The very existence of this cave was thought to only be a rumor, dreamed up by rookie adventurers with lofty fantasies for the unmarked territories. True or not, only a select few would dare to tread on lands that the guild had deemed unsafe. The Amazon was one of those brave few. Armed with her strength, experience, and mighty poleaxe, the proud female warrior cut a path deeper into the unmarked jungle. Recently, the Amazon had acquired a tip from a local pub about an unexplored area that harbored great treasure. On this particular venture, The Amazon had decided to travel alone. Many explorers often took strength in numbers, with The Amazon recently falling in the same category. Still, it was not uncommon for the warrior woman to run ahead of her party, having known solitude as her only companion for most of her past. On that same note, she didn’t want to hear the myriad of complaints and precautions from her allies when she brought up the idea. It was better to leave now and return with spoils later, after swiftly conquering the dungeon. Besides, The Amazon’s friends were probably used to her solo missions, and wouldn’t be shocked to not see her for a few days. It was oddly reassuring not to worry about a search party ruining her fun. Traveling into the heart of the forest was no easy feat. She had been turned countless times that day. Vines that she swore she had cut were miraculously regrowing, leaving no visible trail for anyone to follow. However, when night was beginning to fall, the Amazon had finally made it to the entrance of a cave amidst an unmarked clearing. Based on what she heard from the tavern, this was the right place. Surprisingly, the entrance to the dungeon was completely unguarded. “That’s weird. No welcome party?” The Amazon thought to herself. She had been expecting something powerful to halt her progress, be it a cunning beast or an unbreakable lock. There didn’t appear to be any magical traps on the outside either. However, that area was far from her specialty. If anything, it was her blind spot. Either way, the lack of security was fine by her. “Looks like this place is begging me to crack it wide open.” The Amazon ventured deeper into the fateful cave. She struck down any enemy that crossed her path, hardly working up a sweat. “Come on, you’re all way too weak to stop me! Give me a challenge already! ” Boasting her strength, cutting down any fiend that crossed her path, the warrior counted her rampage on the lowly hoards of enemies. In due time, the numbers ceased, and the cavern had become quiet, save for the breathing and footsteps of its would-be conquerer. “This is way too easy. It’s almost no fun picking off small fries.” While the foes failed to meet her expectations, the treasures of this dungeon were as plentiful as promised. While the Amazon had already amassed a mighty haul, she still was not yet satisfied. It was said that the true treasure this dungeon had to offer was hidden far in its deepest chamber. Knowing this, and feeling rather confident in herself, the Amazon further deeper within, unaware of the danger encroaching upon her. Further and further she had ventured, her pace now slowing down. The well of fiends to slay had dried up, alongside any loot they may have carried. The dungeon’s domain had gradually shifted the further down she went. The soft soil of the higher floors was soon replaced with walls of cobblestone. “This place sorta looks like an underground city.” She mused. The Amazon would not consider herself a historian but was still surprised by the change in landscape. The floor’s scent was also an oddity. Usually, dank caverns stunk of moss and rust. But she could no longer ignore the approaching scent of lavender and chamomile… “Didn’t I just come that way?” The Amazon stared into the dark beyond, each pathway a shrouded mystery. She had been stuck on this floor for some time now. The once simple and linear dungeon had quickly turned into a sprawling labyrinth. She furrowed her brow, growing annoyed with the shifting location. Turn after turn, she saw no sign that she was getting closer to the exit. There was a distant sound, barely and yet oddly familiar, that sounded off in the darkness. Even stranger, the faint flowery and powdery scents from before had grown stronger. All of a sudden, a new sound caught her ear. Somewhere off in the distance, The Amazon heard a set of voices chattering amongst themselves. Could it be other adventurers who found themselves lost? Or were they friends brewing a dastardly plot? She paused, focusing on the distant conversation. “…around here…” “…all alone…” “…not quite…” “…still here…” It was all gibberish from this distance. She wasn’t even sure if the voices were human. She hunkered behind a nearby wall, trying to creep closer. “Just gotta get them in my sights…” The Amazon whispered, readying a deadly sucker punch of an assault. Just as she began to peer past the wall, one of her feet gave way, sinking into the ground below. A tile beneath her foot had sunk into the ground, and a magic aura soon enveloped her. “Aw, crap!” She yelled. She was helpless to stop the magic that was surrounding her, becoming swiftly enveloped in a bright light. There were times in every adventurer’s life, be they fledgling or veteran, when they must give themselves up to the rolls of fate. Whether it be their first adventure or their hundredths, this was fate’s law. When the gods of this realm roll their dice, all onlookers sat in silence. This would be the moment that decides our heroine’s future. Would luck have her favor, granted her another chance to fight? Or, would she fall victim to the dungeon’s trap, never to see the light of day again? “The Amazon has suffered a critical failure.” Say the wind of fate. *POOF* A plum of pink smoke suddenly enveloped the Amazon, sending her into a fit of hacking coughs. She swatted the strange smoke away, her eyes beginning to water. Immediately, she felt lighter. She also felt a cool breeze glide past her chest. As soon as the smoke cleared, she saw the reason why. Her entire stash, every scrap of gold she scavenged, had vanished into thin air. The story was the same for her poleaxe. Her mighty weapon, her most sturdy of companions in this world, had abandoned her at this most climactic of times. As for the breeze, she had been stripped of her armor, leaving her breast bare. While she was not completely nude, the replacement clothing she had been magically gifted left the heroine dumbfounded. The sight of a diaper tied over her butt was unmistakable. The cushy cloth covering was the only protection she had left, not that she could ever hope to traverse a dungeon with such a cushy piece of equipment. “Waah!” The Amazon shrieked, wrapping her arms over her bare chest. The only saving grace was that no one was around to see her in such a sorry state. Unfortunately, that would not remain the case for long. Her surprised screams had already given away her position, attracting unwanted attention. A trio of goblin sisters had appeared before her, each boasting eager grins. They lorded over the lower half of the dungeon, their sights locked on whichever adventurer was unlucky to make it this far. Goa, the eldest, sister, beamed at The Amazon, her eyes filled with a maternal hunger. “Oi! Look at the big ol’ baby! Bloody cute one, she is! She’ll right adorable all nestled up in her new cot!” “B-baby!?” The Amazon went red in the face, her mind painting a tapestry of herself being the baby of these goblin women. Was this all part of the dungeon’s trap? This all seemed like the perfect storm to cement her downfall. Mok, the middle sister, chose to point and laugh at the padded hero. “Aww, lookie her! She’s all spooked, she is! Big ol’ tot ‘bout to cry her eyes out!” “H-hey, leave me alone!” the Amazon whined. Try as she might, she could not steady her emotions against the harsh comments. Her sharp tongue had been soundly dull by the traps of the dungeon. Lun, the third sister remained silent. However, from the smile on her face, it was clear that she echoed the same sentiment as her sisters. The situation looked dire. Her armor and weapons had completely vanished. She was all alone, with no one coming to save her. She was stuck in a strange labyrinth, with no exit in sight. Standing in front of her were three goblin sisters, who wanted nothing more than to baby her further. The Amazon had to make a move. However, before she had even realized it, her body had already come to a decision. “W-wah! Get away from me!” The Amazon let out a high-pitched shriek as she ran away from the monsters, choosing flight over fight for the first time in her life. The Amazon frantically ran through the dark corridor, her bare feet slapping against the cool floor below. Her eyes began to mist as she heard the trio of goblin laughter accented by the rising lull of soft music. She turned a corner, her bare back to a nearby wall, and fell to the ground as her shaking legs gave way. Past her huffs and panting, she could no longer hear the voices of the three eager fiends once chasing her. Conversely, the distant music had grown even louder, disarmingly so, and the flower scents were stronger as well. While the entrance lacked any sort of musical accompaniment, there was still the possibility of exit, albeit unlikely. The song could very well be another trap made to lure her further away from home. Was this a song of hope, or a siren’s call? The Amazon didn’t know what to make of it. There were so many things to fear in these caverns. However, it was best to worry about one problem at a time. The Amazon looked down at herself and let out a soft whimper. Just as she feared, she was still stark naked, save for cloth padding tied to her rear. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted shards of broken mirrors, strewn about the dungeon floor. She wearily crawled towards them, her legs too worn to carry her. The sight of her reflection almost drove her to tears. A frilly baby bonnet was fixed on her head and tied tight with a fat bow under her neck. She was in such a panic over her diaper that she hadn’t even noticed. Streaming from the sides of the bonnet, was her long, luscious hair, tied together in two large, bouncy pigtails. She shook her head, refusing to believe the sight, her pigtails shaking to and fro. She knew her usual attitude was nothing like this. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t weak. Yet, all these feelings and beliefs came at her in full force. Ever since she came to this floor, her entire adventure has been going awry. The strange scents were getting stronger. The soft music had only gotten louder. Sitting down, her legs splayed out to the side, she stared down at her ever-present padding. Simply staring at it now brought her to whimpers. She had decided to remove the infantile garment posthaste. Even having to bear it all would be better than being a big baby lost in a giant sandbox of a dungeon. She brought her hands closer to the pin. “I…I need to,” She paused. As soon as she touched the diaper, The Amazon was overcome with a sense of dread and fear. In all of her adult years, she had never once dreamed of needing a diaper to feel safe. Yet now, in this critical moment, she could not imagine what she would do without it. She tried to power through her emotions and rip the accursed garment off before her tears could begin to flow, but that decision quickly backfired on her. The moment her hand touched the diaper’s pin, a hiss sounded off, as the frightened Amazon began to flood her diaper. She was helpless to stop her body as the stream flowed freely into her waiting padding. Amidst this, she broke into a pitiful bout of cries, failing to stop both her emotions and change her padded state. “Noooo! S-stop!” Try as much as she wished, there was nothing to stop her from wetting her diaper like any other crying baby. In the end, the once pristine diaper had been completely soaked in only a matter of seconds. This proved to be another harsh blow to the Amazon’s emotional state, which had already begun to show cracks. However, her ordeals were far from over. She looked up and saw that her cries and once again attracted unwanted attention. “Look at the widdle piddle pants!” “…Baby wet…” “Daww, don’t fret now, cutie-pie! We’ll get ya in a nice fresh nappy, and everything all be better!” The goblins had caught up to the heroine, still dead set on turning the heroine into this dungeon’s baby. They had quickly learned from their last ambush attempt, not to make the same mistake. The goblin trio had encircled the heroine, giving her nowhere to escape. Not that she had the will to try. The Amazon, once a brave warrior, was still teary-eyed over her wet accident. As a desperate final move, The Amazon began to crawl away from her captors, not even caring if it left her chest exposed. With no viable escape route, she ended up crawling around in circles until she was stopped by one of the goblins pressing a hand into her soaked padding. “Oh, I don’t think so. Where does this wee one think she’s wandering off to?” Goa, the leader of the pack, cooed at the fallen warrior before forcing her to the ground. “The nursery ain’t that way, little missy. Besides, we can’t have you wandering around with a soggy nappy on your bum. You sit tight and let nanny Goa take care of ya.” In the Amazon’s current state, it was no challenge for the goblin women to overpower her. Goa flipped the Amazon right onto her back, right on top of a waiting changing mat. Baby powder, oil, and a stack of fresh nappies. All the important tools for approaching diaper change had been laid out. “S-stop! Go away…!” The Amazon cried in a weary, shaky voice. She had made a weak attempt to stop the change, motioning her hands to cover the pin. Her efforts were quickly thwarted, as Goa moved her hands away, guiding a thumb into the Amazon’s mouth. “Easy there, ya fussy girl,” Goa cooed, “We won’t be having anything of that. You’ll feel much better once you have a fresh nappy on.” In Goa’s mind, the warrior’s attempt to gain back some control was nothing short of adorable. She could easily change any diaper, no matter the size of the baby. As Goa unpinned the wet diaper, The Amazon felt herself stricken with a familiar wave of worry and anxiety. Luckily, she now had a thumb in her mouth to suckle on for comfort. It kept her calm as the cool wet wipes cleaned her private area. Goa lifted the Amazon’s long, firm legs straight up, and landed them on the waiting surface of a fresh, fluffy diaper. She shook a canister of baby powder over the heroine’s crotch, the scent of lavender now closer than ever. The new cloth diaper was pulled over and pinned, sealing the heroine’s fate. “There ya are, wee one,” Goa said, proudly wiping the powder off her hands. “Such cute little tot, yes you are. Yes, you are! That nursery needs a baby just like you in it, quicksmart.” “N-nursery?” The Amazon let a pitiful whine. The humiliating traps. The goblins horde. The loss of her precious poleaxe, as well as her confidence. She could hardly keep up with how much had happened in one day. One afternoon? How long had she been down here? Time had a way of escaping her when she was out on an expedition. With no Sun to aid her in the deep underground, minutes could bleed into hours, which could bleed into days. She rarely took heed of her exhaustion, writing up a tab that her body would later pay for in fatigue. Even now she could feel the drain of a long-fought adventure starting to grip her. Mok chose now to cut in with her sharp tongue. “Lookie at the ol’ babe! Bout to cry her out over a soggy nappy! We won’t be having ye waddling off anymore, we won’t!” As if to further her point, Mok fixed a pair of soft, wool booties over the Amazon’s feet. “No more grabbing any gold with your grubby little mitts,” Mok continued, tightening wool mittens over the Amazon’s hands. The Amazon also broke into tears as her thumb-sucking was interrupted. “P-please, I’m not a ba—” *POP* “Hush up now, ya big whiner.” Out of the corners of her eyes, she could the top of the pacifier shield, bobbing in her mouth. The bulb pressed against her tongue, greeting her with a strange flavor. “Raspberries?” she attempted to mumble out, yet the obstruction in her mouth made it come out as “Wasberru?” All attempts to spit it out would prove to be futile. At this stage, an enchanted pacifier was only par for the course. Regardless of the details, she suckled on it without delay, her thumb serving as a practice course, already working on a steady rhythm. She couldn’t help but be smitten by the wave of calm the pacifier allowed. “…Baby go in now…” Lum had spoken up, now wheeling in a tool meant to escort the pacifier heroine. It was a wooden pram, the largest that the Amazon had ever seen in her days. The wide frame made it resemble a wheelbarrow at first glance. However, with the design, the soft blanket lining, and the context of everything thus far, its true nature was unmistakable. Suddenly, the Amazon opted for another escape attempt, this one much shorter lived. Being the soft material or some form of magical enchantment, the thick wool booties. Within seconds she had fallen back on her padded tush, puffs of powders sprinkling out. It was hard to believe that the overgrown, misty-eyed woman with pigtails streaming from her bonnet, idly suckling on a pacifier, had ever been a brave warrior at some point. But that life was as unreachable now as the dungeon’s exit. The goblin trio all worked in tandem to heave the dungeon’s newest baby into the waiting pram. The wheels creaked under the sudden weight but stayed firm. The Amazon’s booties-clad feet dangled from the sides, not quite touching the ground. The goblins whipped and turned all about the dungeon floor. The goblin sister knew everything about this cavern system. Every nook, cranny, twist, and turn. This also meant that even if the Amazon had managed to escape, as doubtful as that now was, they would be able to flank her before she ever got close to the light of day. “Ya better start looking forward to your new nursery, wee one.” Mok ran along the side of the pram so that you look at the group’s catch while she teased her. “You’ll NEVER ‘ave a chance of leaving ‘ere, ya fuzzy wittle tot!” Mok cackled, tickling the Amazon on her dangling feet. In her pacifier states, the Amazon could reply with whimpers mixed with involuntary giggles. “You won’t have to worry about finding gold ever again.” Goa cut in, trying to put a brighter spin on the situation. “No more fighting scary monsters or going on tough adventurers. All you have to worry ‘bout is toddling around in your nursery, drinking your baba, and being a great big cutie. Don’t go trying to deny it. That’s just what a big baby like you wants!” The Amazon blushed beet red. She cowered in the pram, feverishly suckling on her pacifier, helpless to stop the onslaught of degrading comments. Eventually, the stroll around the dungeon came to a close, when the party with the pram arrived at a large door. For better or worse, the Amazon had finally reached the dungeon’s deepest level. Behind the door, was everything promised to her by the goblin horde. The once distant lullaby was now playing in perfect clarity. Tapestries of soft colors lined the room. The only treasure chest here was one filled with toys that looked lovingly stitched. Countless infantile amenities were present, all sized up to support the Amazon. There was even a changing table in one corner of the room, with even fluffy diapers stacked beneath it. With the pram tilted upwards, the Amazon was unceremoniously plopped on her hands and knees like a crawling infant. The only visible exit was being guarded by three grinning goblins. Even more so than before, escaping seemed to be an impossible feat. Mok gave the back of the Amazon’s diaper a forceful pat, “Aww, the little tot wants to play, does she? Finally realized your place as a helpless wittle rugrat?” “She’s so bloody perfect!” Goa pinched the heroine’s cheeks, causing her to whine behind the pacifier. “We gonna have so much this little cutie-patootie!” The Amazon could only let out a series of frightened whimpers as the maternal monsters teased her endlessly. She looked upon the babyish bounty, this impending future before her, and wanted nothing more than to escape this dungeon posthaste. Just then, the Amazon’s stomach growled loudly, causing her to duck her head. Normally, after soundingly conquering a dungeon, she would camp out a catch her dinner for the night, her head held high. However, with her storied life as an adventurer quickly becoming a closed chapter, it was clear that no such celebration would be had. Possibly ever again. “…Baby hungry…” It was more of a designation, a statement of fact than a question. Lum already had her eyes set on the large highchair in one corner of the room. “Oh, that’s right! I bet she’s all hungry from running around in the dungeon all day. Let’s go put some num-nums in her tum-tums!” “Hope ya didn’t plan feedin’ yourself anytime time soon. A fussy tot like you would just go and make a mess everywhere.” The goblins lifted the Amazon once more, pushing her into the large highchair and locking her in. With her arms pinned to the side, the highchair’s tray locked in tight, a frilly bib now tied around her neck. The Amazon was trapped in her seat, right on time for supper. Lum took charge of the food, a bottle of milk already prepared, ready to be drunk by the nursery’s new baby. Lum muttered an incantation. A magic circle surrounded the bottle, while the Amazon watched in silence. The adventure once again found herself at the mercy of the rolls of fate. While the circumstances were not as dire, she was still in Lady Luck’s court once more. Anything could happen as the goblin cast her spell. “A Critical Roll!” So said the winds of fate. The baby bottle was enveloped in a warm light and grew to massive proportions. The once hand-held bottle was now as tall as the goblin enchanting it. Despite the change in size, the bottle was still as light as before. “…Big baby gets the big baba…” Lum teased with a slight smile. While her speech was monotone, her expression made her easier to read. “W-wait! Not the bot—MMMPH!!!” “Hush. Drink.” Lum quietly chided, hoisting up the large bottle with ease. The fake nipple filled nearly every inch of the heroine’s mouth, somehow even larger than the pacifier from before. The Amazon wasn’t even able to scream out with the bottle corked in. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t like your din-dins? Don’t be a faker, now. We know how much babies love their milk.” Mok laughed as the Amazon fought against her feeding. Regretfully, the Amazon had no choice but to begin suckling, lest the bottle stay in her mouth any longer. It took a good deal of forceful suckling before the stream of warm, rich milk began to flow, a stray trail running down one side of her mouth. “Aww! Look at her drink her baba like good wittle baby!” Goa cooed, her eyes sparkling with motherly affection. “Such a good, good girlie! Drink it all up so you can have a nice, nap long. We want you all good and rest for tomorrow.” “Mmmuuooohhh…” The Amazon could feel herself growing tired as her tummy grew fuller. She only longed for the end of this arduous feeding. However, she would not be granted relief until her bout of suckling was over. The bottle had given her more trouble than any beast she had slain during her days as an adventurer. The Amazon was a burbling mess, drunk from her milk dinner. “Urrrpp!” The Amazon belched as Lum patted her back, spittle landing on her bib. “Baby make burpies.” Lum cooed. She unlatched the highchair, allowing the Amazon to waddle out of the highchair, landing back on her cushy, padded butt. “Such a good tot, she is! So precious, so cute!” The Amazon had not even been on the ground for three minutes, and Goa was already mushing her cheeks and wiping milk from her mouth. “Let’s get her all dressed naptime!” “Don’t go acting all cranky over naptime, ya hear? Fussy tots get spankings down here.” Mok flashed a tooth grin. The Amazon cowered, knowing better than to challenge her crib keepers. Her booties and mitten were removed, but it mattered not. The goblins quickly ran a footed sleeper up her legs on over her body. The soft feet and mitten-style sleeves were just as effective as restricting her grip. With buttons down her back, she had no way of escaping her snuggly prison. The sleeper kept the diaper close to her body, not letting her padded status for one second. The sizable bulge of the thick padding made it obvious to any onlookers. Namely, the three goblins sisters who were still overjoyed with their latest catch. The goblins pushed the heroine towards the wooden crib in one corner of the nursery. She plopped inside, landing on the soft mattress, and the crib’s bars were soon raised high up. Sitting inside the crib was a dizzying beast all its own. She knew the crib was only a few feet above ground, having shot weary glances toward it since she landed in the nursery. However, peering over the edge, the ground below looked far more unreachable than it should. It was like she was at a mountain’s summit, knowing that jumping from this height would spell doom. “…Baby sleepy…” Lum spoke. She could easily read the meaning behind the Amazon’s fluttering eyes. “You get plenty of rest now, okay? Precious little fuss-pot! You got a whole day o’ play waiting for you tomorrow!” Goa cooed. She planted one more wet kiss on the Amazon’s forehead for the night. “Welcome to your new life, wee one! Soon enough, you’ll be a nuthin’ but a bouncing babbling babe!” Mok teased. She gave a swift swat to the Amazon’s bum, giving weight to her promise. With that, the goblin took their leave. They each exited through the only door visible, the room growing dark as they did. The door was then locked with magic, ensuring the Amazon had no means of escape. All the Amazon could do was slump back on her new crib. The mobile twirled overhead like a hypnotist’s pendent. The pacifier was still stuffed in her mouth, the bobbing beginning to slow. The soft mattress made her worries melt away, like gold under heat. Her bladder ached. The odds of the Amazon not wetting herself during the night were staggeringly low. Fate had not been kind to her sense of maturity. Buried underneath a sea of pampering, and warrior inside her still wanted to resist this treatment. However, a new feeling was steadily growing inside her. Once that believed that the goblins told no lie. One that believed she was a helpless infant, a truth that was once lost had now been rediscovered. However, for now, all she could do for now was hold onto these feelings, as she drifted on to sleep. The treasure the heroine had dreamed up was nothing more than a farce, bait to lure in adventurers the world over. The lucky ones never made it past the first few floors and would be magically transported back to surface level once the cave deemed that they were not worthy. But fate had other plans for the unlucky one. Like a living being, the cave acted with a sense of desire. It only made itself accessible at seemingly random times. If the dungeon did not “desire” to be found, it could stay closed off for eons. It had wanted a specific type of hero to keep as its permanent resident, someone only the cave knew the exact details of. Soon after the victim entered the cave, the exit would become inaccessible to them. The magical melody would dull their sense, luring them closer to their closer to their demise. The dungeon could conjure up any number of beasts to best the adventurer. The dungeon chose to deploy weaker monsters at the top level, giving them a false sense of confidence. The goblin sisters were constructs of the dungeon. The Amazon was perfect. She was the most perfect treasure that the dungeon could have ever “desired” to keep. Now that she was finally here, no one would ever steal that treasure away.

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What are the methods of payment you accept? Paypal. 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? Absolutely no minors, (which means under-18 characters,) even in nonsexual situations. Besides that, everything is up for discussion. 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? My primary skillset is in writing ABDL, Diaper Lover, and erotica, but I am willing to work with other kinks so long as I can write them to a quality I’m satisfied. (We can discuss this on a case-by-case basis. ) All commissions will be discussed before payment. We’ll talk about what you want, and I’ll send an outline for approval. Once the outline is approved, I’ll send an invoice. Once the invoice is paid you’ll be added to my writing queue in the order commissions are received. (Hey there! Thanks for actually reading all the commission guidelines before submitting. If you include the password 'Secret Rabbit Cult' in your first message to me about your commission, I'll give you a 5% discount.) If I think any changes should be made to the outline after payment is sent, I will check in with you to approve those changes before I make them. If you wish to make any changes to a section that’s already been written, those changes can be made for an additional fee. (Changes made to a section not already written will be made for free.) All commissions will receive a pass for grammar, continuity, word choice, and other prose. Lengthy stories may receive an additional pass for story flow, to aid in story cohesion. Commissions may be posted publicly, if you wish for a private commission, please mention this upfront and we can discuss options. I will do my best to finish projects in a timely basis, in the order that they're commissioned. However, I do have other commitments. Any estimates on how long a project will take are only estimates, however, I will keep you up to date on any delays which may occur. ======================== ======== @SashaButters======= 1. $10/ 1k words 2. Paypal.me\BeagleJess 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? Sissy. Nope. Nope. Nope. Humiliation. There's probably more, I'm just not creative enough to think of them off the top of my head. 4. Minors are fine. Honestly, I don't see the big deal. Some of the best stories I've ever read on here involved minor characters. As long as they're not Riding the Bologna Pony and Taking the Skin Bus to Tuna Town, I don't care. Let me know what kind of style you want. Do you like 1st person, 3rd person etc, Do you like dark stories, happy stories, funny stories? Do you have a picture you want a back story to? Let me know and we can work something out. ======================== ========@WBDaddy======= 1. $10 per 1000 words, will negotiate a bulk rate for larger projects if payments are made in a timely fashion. 2. Paypal, though I can accommodate just about anything (I think I even have my old BitCoin wallet around somewhere) 3. Graphic scat. 4. As you probably know, NC and CNC are a specialty of mine, but I'm flexible regarding themes if you can be flexible with how I execute them. ======================== ======= @Mee======= 1. What are your rates? My rate is currently $10 / 1,000 words. 2. What are the methods of payment you accept? Here's my Ko-Fi! This is an easy way to publicly log commission payments that's convenient for me and you! (If you aren't comfortable paying this way, please let me know!) 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? No directly affected minors! - Kids can be in stories, but no flexing kinks on kids. No fan fiction - I have to protect my head canon! Most other things should be fine, but please discuss to make sure I'm comfortable with all the content! 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? I like to consider myself very flexible as far as when it comes to writing a story or stories. You can be vague, but I'm a strong believer in that the more you give me to work with, the more satisfied you'll be! Not only that, but it puts me at ease when I have something that I know you want to see/like and know I can play off of it. Give me outlines, character sheets, one-line summaries; anything! Getting to take someone's ideas and help bring them to life is an extremely exciting and fun process for me, especially when it's related to ABDL to boot! I want to grow as a writer, so being given a challenge is always fun. Fantasy, Modern, Sci-Fi, etc. Warrior women invading a universe and tipping the social structure, or being hypnotized into thinking that every toilet is out to get you! My strongest suit is 3rd person, but 1st person is certainly doable. Reach me through any of my socials (Here, Patreon, Deviantart, etc.) But a direct email for inquiries - MaybeMeeMail@gmail.com Looking forward to hearing from you! ======================== ======= @DiaperRebel ======= 1. What are your rates? $5 per custom written short story with the option of $8 for an accompanying drawing of a scene from your story 2. What are the methods of payment you accept? Venmo account 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? No minors please 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? I tend to appreciate the power imbalance humiliation side of our community, but I’m willing to mix our creativity into something we can both enjoy ;D. Check out my profile for my writing style and PM me with requests. Thank you for your support! ======================== ======= @reginold ======= 1. What are your rates? $10 for 2,000 words. My rates are fairly cheap as I'm not yet confident in my writing skills. 2. What are the methods of payment you accept? PayPal, but ill also accept stories or art as payment. 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? I will not write furry stories or stories with minors in them. 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? I am a knew author wanting to try my hand at making a buck or two. I mostly focus on non penetration smut fics. I would like to make it clear that I am autistic and that I would prefer an exact list of what the client wants. ======================== ======= @FatherFish ======= 1. What are your rates? There is a flat fee of $12 for the first 1000 words. After that, the price will be $4 per 500 words/$8 per 1000 words. 2. What are the methods of payment you accept? I accept payment through PayPal. I charge half of the total cost before starting a commission. I then charge the second half upon completion. 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? No depictions of minors in fetishistic situations. No depictions of graphic scat. No depictions of gore. 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? I am comfortable writing many topics (furry, sissy, diaper dimension), so don't be afraid to ask! If you have any other questions, feel free to message me directly. You may also check my Terms Of Service. You can find a list of my other platforms (DeviantArt, Furaffinity, etc.) there as well. You can also email me at smilingfish19@gmail.com. I check my emails daily. Please put "Commission" somewhere in the subject line if you plan to do so. You can also fill out my commission form if you feel more comfortable using that. I look forward to working with you! ======================== ==== Currently unavailable ==== Below is a list of writers who for one reason or another haven't been available to take commissions for a while. This is mainly based on the user's last activity, but other information might play a part in it as well. Reason will also be provided if possible. If you are on this list and are currently accepting commissions, please PM me and I will update it. ========@mamabug======== Reason for being added to currently unavailable: Recently got married and hasn't logged on since April of 2021 1) $3 per 500 words (Unless you're on my Patreon tier for 20% off) 2) Mainly Paypal, but I can do CashApp as well. If those aren't available, I know there are other ways! 3) I can't think of anything specific at the moment, but I'm always open to say if I am or not comfortable writing a story! Just ask if you're interested 4) Read my stories before asking about a commission to understand my personal writing style. Also, I work on a lot of projects at a time, so it may be a bit slow at times getting stories finished (but I always do and try my best!) ========================= ========@LonesomeLamp======== Reason for being added to currently unavailable: Had a break from DD and did not respond to message asking if they still did commissions. 1. What are your rates? Stories are written in 11pt font, calibri (for a calculated 690 words/page). I charge $1/page, up to 5 pages. At 6+ pages, I charge $5/500 words. I also charge a $3 “security deposit” that gets deducted from the final price upon completion. If the commission is cancelled late in its development, I keep the deposit and recycle what of the already-written material I can. Yes, you get a rough draft. Significant changes to the story may incur additional charges. 2. What are the methods of payment you accept? PayPal, gift cards (steam, Amazon) 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? As someone else said, there isn’t really any issues with minor characters as long as it remains innocent enough. My stories are rarely innocent (because fetish and sexual themes), therefore, like many others, no minors allowed. Exception: I’ve not tried to write an innocent abdl story yet, but am willing to give it a shot. Also, my f-list can be found here: https://www.f-list.net/c/rocco the skunk/ It is not 100% accurate, but is very close. 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? I mainly write smut. Furry characters preferred, but I’m down for human characters too. Also, original (or adopted) characters only, unless you (and by extension, me) have permission to use the character. Proof of permissions will be needed in that last case. In addition to the basic info needed for the character(s), like name, age and height, be prepared to give additional info, such as their likes and dislikes, and fragments of their personality as they relate to the story (I will likely be getting in contact with you on an as-needed basis in these cases). Also, please give me a sense of direction on how you want the story to go, else I’ll default to my personal style (which means things are going to get wet, messy and steamy). Examples available on request, but know that every single one is furry-themed, and some, I put less effort into than others. ======================== ========@justanotherdiaperlover======== Reason for being added to currently unavailable: Has been inactive for awhile. 1. What are your rates? Rates? Haha, no, I'll do it for FREE. I just do this for fun, nothing much else. I may not be the best on the market but I'd argue free is a decent price. 2. What are the methods of payment you accept? Once again, free. 3. Is there any kind of legal content that you do not feel comfortable writing? Only inflation, that makes me deeply uncomfortable. I'm fine with doing most others though. 4. Is there anything else you would like to add? Nope!

I do hope you all enjoy this~ this is a comm I got recently and its ready to be read and admired by all~ Miles "Tails" Prower had no idea what to think when Nonah, a white and black striped raccoon, walked into his office. The young mechanic listened intently as this young woman sat across from him, lamenting. "Oh dear I just don't know. I haven’t been able to find my baby in so long.. I feel like I’m so close but she’s avoiding me at every turn..” Hearing the woman’s story, Tails couldn’t help but get a bit misty-eyed; the hero in him wanted nothing more than to help this poor distraught mother find her baby. Taking out a small notepad, he went to jot down the information, though he realized he had no pen. Looking around his desk, the young man sheepishly smiled before speaking once more. “Umm, Miss? You wouldn’t happen to have a pen or something I can write with, do you?” Smiling in return, the raccoon reached into her purse and pulled out a peculiar looking pen, bright pink and covered in little white swirls. He eyed it for a bit before taking the pen, starting to write out important information in the bright and sparkly pink ink. Though as he started to write, the boy could swear the ink itself started to move along the page. “C-can you tell me ‘bout this little girl?” Nonah smirked a bit, her black fur covered eyes closed as she took a deep shaky breath. While she spoke, her voice seemed rather soothing to the young fox, his ears twitching a bit lazily as he wrote down what she had to say. “Well, she is a gorgeous little one. Far from potty training age, the little thing, she’s about your height actually.. maybe a head shorter or so, with orange fur and a bit of a white tuft on her chest. She absolutely loves the color pink.” Writing all this down, Tails nodded. The pink writing started to shift on the page, Nonah continuing on as she reached into her bag. She produced a small vial of perfume, spritzing it on herself. The scent of something sweet passed Tails’ nose, his body twitching, his writing slowly growing more and more sloppy. A peculiar sound interrupted the raccoon as she spoke, sounding like a faucet dripping. Tails’ ears perked as he looked around the room, jumping down from the chair he was on, placing the notepad down on the surface of his desk. Though as he did, his paws landed in a small puddle. The scent was undeniable, the acrid smell reached the raccoon's nose as it twitched and wrinkled, giving a knowing look to the smaller boy as she stood up and smirked at him. “My my, did you have an accident sweetie? Well, I can’t say I’m not used to those.. let me help you out with that.” Reaching into her purse, the woman pulled out a soft looking pink rectangle. Tails looked on in horror as she unfolded it, a small mat covered in cupcakes and rainbows being shown to him. She reached out and took his hand, tugging him over to the mat and laying the two-tailed fox down on top. The sweet lavender scent of powder soon followed as he felt the cool snowy talc landed on him, soon being sat up and feeling his tails, one after the other, slipped into the back of the plastic diaper, the tape adjusted around them to hold it tight as the rest of the diaper was pulled between his legs. Looking down as she finished, he noted the pink diaper he was taped in, blushing brightly. It was covered in small frills at the waistband as well as being covered in the same patterns as the changing mat the raccoon was currently rolling up. She nodded to the young man, giving him a gentle giggle. “You are about as squirmy as my little one is~ oh, it’s going to be just amazing having her back.” The young mother clapped a bit as Tails stood up, his double tails twitching as they got used to being snuggled into the diaper. He took a few steps forward, noting the thickness of the pink diaper, as well as the way it noisily seemed to crinkle with each little movement. He wasn’t used to this feeling, that was for sure. He stood a bit dazed after the lightning fast change, a few minutes passing before he spoke up, reaching back for his notepad. “Umm.. th-thank you Miss, though It’s not really necessary.. I’ve been potty trained for quite a while. In any case, is there anything else you can tell me about your daughter?” Nonah stared at Tails for a few minutes, the young man standing now in just a pink diaper waddling about while studying his pink-inked notes. She shook her head a bit, giggling once more before waving a hand. “Well, she is a very playful girl. She’s so cute when she skips everywhere with her tails waving all about~” Tails nodded as he wrote that down, taking another few steps around, the diaper crinkling the whole way. He grabbed a large towel, taking a little time to clean up the puddle he had left on his hands and knees, sighing a bit. Sometimes it was pretty lame being the adult in his life. Picking up his chair, the young fox grumbled a bit while blushing. He really couldn’t believe he had been brought so low, having to clean up his own piddle while wearing a pink diaper. These thoughts distracted him enough, the chair slipping from his hand and, much to his annoyance, dropped right on his thumb! “OWWW! God dammit!” Feeling his thumb throbbing, the fox fell back from the chair, tears welling in his eyes as he reactively plunked the thumb directly into his mouth to bite down so he’d stop himself from screaming out more in front of this woman. He felt arms reach under his armpits, soft white fur snuggled him up, the worried eyes of the raccoon now looking at him. “Oh no, you poor thing. Did you get a little booboo? Did that mean old chair give you an owie? Oh goddess honey, no sucking your thumb, it’s been on that icky towel. Here, use this instead.” Soon finding a soft hand gripping his wrist, a soft pop was heard as the thumb left his mouth, a line of spittle coming away with it before he found something rubbery forced right into his maw. He crossed his eyes a bit trying to see what it was, though he did manage to catch a glimpse in the mirror to see the pink guard of a pacifier plunked right into his mouth. The bright pink guard was a contrast to the orange fur on the fox and his lightly red blushing cheeks growing even brighter. “Oo did’n hafta doo dat.” Hearing the infantile speech thanks to the large bulb in his mouth compressing his tongue, Tails grumbled a bit chewing on the pacifier, though something in him did start to calm down, sucking in rhythm with the throbbing of his thumb. Hearing the gentle suckling, Nonah's smile grew a bit brighter. “Oh sweetheart, of course I did. I can’t possibly sit here and let a sweet little princess like you get hurt, now could I?” Tails’ ears perked up at hearing this; a princess? He wasn’t a little girl though! You wouldn’t know it looking in the mirror however, seeing the boy in his state of dress. Tails looked up at Nonah who returned the gaze in kind, she grinning from ear to ear. “I really do need to thank you, little one.” Tails blinked behind the pacifier as he listened to her speak. He looked back into the mirror, the sight he saw nearly shocking him; looking back at him was a small vixen with orange fur, a little tuft of white on the chest, with a thick pink diaper taped on their hips, twin tails swinging gently in the air. “Let’s finish getting you dressed and head home, my little one.” Tails’ eyes bulged as he saw her grab a mess of pink and frills, soon finding himself slipped into a frilly dress fit for a princess, with the hem just barely covering the top of the diaper while leaving the bottom on display. He wiggled a bit as the dress fit over his body, his body naturally betraying him and lifting his arms up for her, soon finding himself sitting next to the bag, Nonah holding up a finger and stepping outside the room a moment. Returning mere moments later, she was piloting a large pink pram to which Tails found himself laid across the pink cushion, a soft blanket wrapped around his body. She started to push the pram out the door, making sure to flip the open sign to read ‘Closed’ and turning off the lights. “As said, I need to thank you little one. You helped me find my little girl after all! You’re going to be my perfect little Princess forever~” Blushing brightly and sucking away at the pacifier, Tails could only give a small whine as he watched the sunny sky and clouds move above him. He’d surely find a way out of this.. somehow.. hopefully.. Fin

Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.

I winced as the moving truck hit a pothole. There had been a lot of potholes since we had turned down this road that seemed to have been forgotten by time, and it seemed the state of Texas Maintenance Division. I could see my dad periodically glancing up in the rear view mirror to check on me every time we hit a bump. I groaned in pain as my metal leg braces rattled up against the seat. My legs, still healing from the last break thanks to an old bat of a lady who found the potato chip aisle more interesting than watching where she was pushing her cart, were beginning to ache. “It barely touched her, she’s fine!” The old lady had insisted. My incessant wails of pain and the shards of bones nearly protruding from the skin said otherwise. Four more surgeries, and five months of physical therapy later and I was somewhat back on my feet. Kind of. I looked down at my legs and grimaced, now painfully swollen in the confines of the braces. Without the braces supporting my weight and keeping them straight, my legs were almost useless. They had been broken so many times they bent this way and that. There was next to no muscle mass, despite everyone telling me there was still a chance of gaining some use out of them if I just kept working on strengthening the muscles. To this, I always responded with, “What muscles?” My legs stopped where normal people my age's knees should be. Between that and my curved spine, I was a whopping 3 ft and 4 in, or a little over 102 centimeters tall. At school, I was by far, the shortest kid in my junior high. I usually hid my midget legs under a long skirt, or had a light blanket on my lap, mostly relying on my powered wheelchair to get from class to class as an aid from the disability department trailed behind me. To be fair though, it wasn’t really that old lady’s fault for breaking my legs. She really had only tapped me with her cart as she said. It would have been so much worse if I hadn’t been in my wheelchair; the fall could have killed me. When I was around one and half, my mom lifted me by the legs while changing my diaper and heard, what she thought at the time, was the cat batting something around on the floor nearby. I began screaming bloody murder for the rest of the day. After changing me and realizing no amount of bottles, food, cuddling, or sleep would console me, she reluctantly took me to the emergency room. After all, all she had done was change me, there was no way I was hurt. Turns out, the sound she heard wasn’t the cat. It was my hip breaking. It opened up a whole CPS investigation after reading the results of my x-rays. Not only was my hip broken with no possible explanation other than a diaper change, but after another set of x-rays just to see if I had sustained other injuries in their care, they saw improperly healed breaks in my right leg, right arm, three broken toes, two fingers, and a rib. My parents almost lost custody of me right then and there. Hospital staff were in the middle of filling out a child abuse report when a doctor noticed a strange phenomena in my eyes. Where the white should have been, there were instead streaks of blue. After running more tests, I was diagnosed with osteogenesis imperfecta, more commonly known as brittle bones syndrome. “You doing okay back there, Forest?” my dad asked. “Are you trying to hit every bump in the road?” I replied. “You’re gonna break my neck before we even get there!” The last thing I wanted was to be in a neck brace again. I’ve learned to live with being confined to a chair, all I ask in return is free range of my neck. It was awful only seeing what was directly in front of me. I could hear my mom playfully chastise him about the nickname, but he just laughed. We had a bit of a twisted sense of humor in our family. My real name was Jasmine, but my dad either called me Wade or Forest, depending on if my braces were on or off. Both of them horrified the general public, and I got just as much of a kick out of it as my parents did. My parents, my dad especially, were not very politically correct about my condition, and I liked it that way. Dealing with people was awkward, I didn’t need that kind of tension at home. I’ve been told I hide my insecurities behind a self-deprecating sense of humor. During my physical therapy sessions, as I held onto the staff’s hands and inched my way up and down the hallways my father could often be heard shouting, “Run, Forest, Run!” Seeing the horrified looks on the staff and fellow patients faces was priceless. It wasn’t until he explained why he sometimes called me “Wade” that almost got him kicked off the visitor list. Some jokes were meant to stay amongst family. Two years ago, for my 13th birthday, my dad had taken me to the movies to see DeadPool 2. When the scene came on where Wade sat on the couch with a normal top half and baby legs, my dad leaned over and whispered, “See, you could be a movie star if you wanted to.” “Oh, Forest, listen!” My dad said suddenly before turning up the radio. Oh no. I let out a groan. “Our song is on!” A soft guitar melody played before Ed Sheeran, accompanied by my dad, began to belt, “When your legs don’t work they used to before!” “Stop it!” I groaned and shook my head. “And I can’t sweep you off of your feet!” “I’m taking my hearing aids out!” I said yanking out the small brown devices from my ears. I could still hear him, but he was muffled and sounded further away, almost as if underwater. I hadn’t realized how much I had begun to rely on reading lips until the pandemic hit. The hearing aids helped, but only so much. With everyone wearing masks, understanding people had almost become impossible without saying, “Can you repeat that?” at least ten times. I had at some point broken a handful of small bones in both my ears and now sound didn’t travel as well into the inner canals. In other words, my ears were deformed because I kept sticking my fingers in them as a kid digging for wax. Thank god I wasn’t a nose picker or I’d have suffocated during this pandemic. When I was sure the singing was over, I put my hearing aids back in. No need damaging my ears any more than they already were by listening to my dad try to hit the high notes. “Honey, is the other van still following us? I haven’t seen it in quite a while.” “They probably just took the main road further down. It’s fine, I’ll call them when we stop.” “Are we stopping soon?” I ask hopefully. I had never been in a car this long and my joints were beginning to ache. I fought against the 5 point harness that had me buckled in straight and tried my best to get comfortable. I stared at my little brother, Evan, enviously. He was sacked out in his car seat completely dead to the world. “There’s a gas station about 40 miles.” My dad said. “40 miles.” My mom grimaced. “Is there anywhere closer to stop? I really have to go to the bathroom.” “There’s plenty of cactus to choose from.” my dad said. “Very funny.” My mom said. “No, seriously.” My dad chuckled. “How about a Gatorade bottle?” My mom let out a snort. “What about you, Forest?” I rolled my eyes. “Jeez, you women are so picky. Why did I think a road trip with girls would be a good idea? If we have to stop at every gas station so you can pee we’ll never get there.” “Just because you have no problem going on the side of the road doesn’t mean we all have to. Right, Jaz? Jaz?” “My life would be so much less painful if I was a guy. I would so pee on the side of the road if I was a dude.” I admitted. “Forest, no, you can’t be a boy.” My dad said suddenly, before breaking out in a grin. “That would have been the first thing you’d break.” “That would be an awkward trip to the emergency room.” My mom admitted. “Hi, 911? Yes, my son, James, broke his penis touching himself again, should we just glue it back on or- oh ok, I guess it’s Jasmine from now on.” I laughed. “There’s no bones in a penis… I already googled that before.” “Why are you googling penises, Jaz?” my mom asked, turning around to look at me. “To know if I would have broken it by now.” I admitted. “But you can’t so…” “What would you do if you had a penis for a day?” My dad asked. I laughed as my mom smacked him. “What kind of question is that to ask of our 15 year old daughter?” “I would have definitely taken you up on that Gatorade bottle, and then I would helicopter dick myself to Austin already.” “Enough about penises, both of you.” My mom said, shaking her head. We rode in silence for a few seconds until my mom added, “I’d take you up on the Gatorade bottle too.” ………………………………………………………. When we finally pulled up into the gas station, I watched as my mother nearly bowled over a group of children on her way to get inside. “Uh, I can wait, thanks.” I said, still strapped into the seat. My dad chuckled. “I’ll get your chair, sit tight. She’ll be back to help you.” I could hear my dad rummaging in the back. There was lots of crashing, and swearing, before finally the back door shut again. My mom still hadn’t come back yet, and I was starting to fidget. It wasn’t good for me to wait this long. My bladder wasn’t very strong, and getting in and out of the car, into the chair, then into a bathroom and on the toilet was a whole production that took time. I craned my neck and looked for either sign of them. Finally, my dad came back, but without my wheelchair. “Small problem.” He said. “It’s in the other truck.” I looked at him horror struck. I could walk five, maybe ten steps max with assistance. Someone, most likely my dad, was going to have to carry me. As much as we tried to avoid it for both our sakes, sometimes it was the unavoidable cost of needing constant care that he occasionally had to help me with personal needs. My mom couldn’t be everywhere, and sometimes I had to be picked up. Since I couldn’t afford to be dropped even a single time, my dad had to do it. Even grabbing me wrong could break bones. I sighed in defeat. He’d have to be the one to take me to the toilet. “Let’s get this over with.” I unbuckled myself and scooted to the far edge as I could and slowly inched myself down the makeshift ramp on my butt until my legs were dangling outside the van. “Sorry, Forest. We can’t leave Evan in the car. We’ll have to wait for your mom to come back and we’ll all go together.” “Yay,” I said sarcastically. We waited a few more minutes. I was getting more desperate. We tried to make small talk, but I interrupted his speech on how great the children's hospital here was. “Dad, I can’t wait much longer.” I admitted. “Can you watch, Evan? Will you be okay by yourself for a minute? I’ll see what's going on.” I shrugged and hung out on my perch for a few minutes. My dad came back with a large grin on his face. He ignored my many questions before digging in the back and coming out with a pair of my mom’s pants. He chuckled and shook his head. He said something, but I couldn’t read his lips behind the mask. He gave me a thumbs up, but I gave him a thumbs down. “Stupid legs.” I mumbled. I looked left and right. The place was deserted. I was more and more tempted to just hike up my skirt, pull down my underwear and go on the ledge and be done with it, but the problem was my braces. They would have to be taken off. The plastic floor could be rinsed off with a water bottle, but the leg braces cost at least $5,000 each. They were in the way and they kept my legs from going sideways. They ran all the way up from my feet to my hips. “C’mon guys, hurry up.” I sighed in relief when I saw both my parents rushing forward. My mom was holding a bag in her hand and looking uncomfortable. Without a word she threw the bag in the back with the boxes and closed the door before coming to join us. “I’m so sorry, Jaz,” she said. “I thought the chair was in the back and your dad would have you loaded and waiting. Mike, help me get the braces off her.” They worked as fast as they could, but I was running out of time. My mom’s hand kept fumbling with the straps. I was biting my lip and clenching my fist and beginning to rock back and forth. “Hurry up!” I moaned at them. My dad got the left brace off first and set it aside. The air felt so good on my bare, sweaty leg. He looked up and around. Only one other car was in the parking lot and there was no one by it. “I’m going to pull off your clothes, okay?” I nodded and readied my hands to cover myself. I winced in pain as the fabric, as gentle as he was, slid down my legs. It didn’t take much to irritate the nerve endings. “Got it.” My mom said, freeing my other leg. I was finally naked from the waist down. Going inside wasn’t an option. My dad had already turned around and was standing at the other end of the van to give me privacy with however this ended. “I guess you can just go there.” my mom said. I frowned. I had already leaked several times, and it was clear it would go down a leg if not both. The thought of my legs getting wiped down right now made me hesitate, despite wanting nothing more than to just get this over with. “Clean up will hurt.” I said. “Do you see any way she can go without getting it on her legs?” “Uhh, maybe.” My dad said. “I don’t think she’ll like it though.” “Will it hurt?” I asked. “I’ll have to pick you up, but I don’t think it will get down your legs.” “Do it.” I said reaching out my arms to be picked up. I didn’t care who saw what at this point. “Please don’t pee on me though.” He said. I winced as he slowly picked me up. “But I love you.” I said through clenched teeth. My eyes were shut tight. I didn’t want to know his plan, I only wanted relief. “I’d only be marking my territory.” “Don’t you dare.” He said. I felt myself get lowered onto something hard and plastic. “There you go. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” His arms were wrapped around my chest keeping me steady. “Go on.” “Mike! Seriously!” I heard my mom call out. It was too late to change plans though. It was sweet relief. I didn’t care where I was. What mattered was my braces, and it wasn’t going down my legs at all. I didn’t give my dad enough credit. He saved me. He was my hero, my savior. He was- I opened my eyes- He was SO DEAD! “So anyway, yeah.” I emailed my friend on the phone. “That’s how I got my butt stuck in a trash can lid in front of a 7/11 for twenty minutes today. My dad had to pour vegetable oil on me in order to get me out. The clerk even came out and offered to call the fire department for us. Luckily, I kind of look like a little kid with a mask on. Oh yeah, so my dad told me my mom got traveler’s diarrhea, only she forgot her phone in the cab and couldn’t text for help. So I guess I wasn’t the only one in an awkward position.” ……………………………………………………………………………………….. I was exhausted when we finally arrived at the motel. My hips, legs and back hurt. My three year old brother, Evan was screaming his head off and no one could get a hold of the driver in our other U-haul. It wasn’t just my wheelchair, it was all of my medical gear, my records, my clothes. It was a good thing I didn’t pee myself earlier because until we find the truck, all I have is the clothes on my back. I crawled on the floor, dragging my near limp legs behind me into the bedding my mom made me on the floor. I wasn’t happy about not getting to sleep in a bed, but there was nothing to prevent me from rolling off. I was even less happy about the other arrangement. “But I’m not even a bed wetter!” I protested. “I know you’re not, sweetie, but we don’t want you crawling around and getting hurt in the night. I know this isn’t ideal, but we weren't planning on not having any of your things with us.” I had a special mat I could put on the floor that absorbed my weight and put less stress on my wrists, but that was in the other truck. When I wasn’t in my chair, I was dragging myself along the floor. “I’m not wearing Evan’s bedwetting shorts. I’m 15!” “Jazz, you had to pee in a trashcan today.” “At least I made it to one.” I mumbled under my breath. “Look, it’s just in case for whatever reason. Maybe you wake up in the night and you’re just in too much pain, or you can’t wake us. No one’s making you use them, but if you do it’s no big deal, here’s some wipes, and a spare. There’s a trashcan by your head. Just slip it off and throw it away and no one will know.” “Mom! That’s-” “Just wear it, Jasmine.” My dad said into his pillow. “We want to go to sleep.” “Fine.” I grumbled. “What?” I asked when my mom knelt down next to me. “I want to see what it looks like.” She slid my skirt and underwear down and winced. “Oh, Jaz. That looks so painful. It’s all swollen.” “Yeah.” I mumbled into the pillow. “It hurts.” I winced when she started rubbing ointment into my skin. “I’ll get you something for the pain in a minute, this is just for the swelling.” I nodded, before pulling out my hearing aids, and laying my head down on the pillow. I let out a yelp when she got to my hip as I let her guide the shorts up my waist. “I changed my mind. You’re staying put tonight.” She handed me a pill and a sip of water. I wish I would have listened. A few hours later I woke up with a nagging bladder. I didn’t want to use the shorts, but I couldn’t fall back asleep no matter how much I tried. In my half conscious mind, still heavy with sleep and oxy, I began to crawl to the bathroom. I made it two feet away from my blanket pile. I heard the snap before I felt it. In the blink of an eye, I was on the ground. My mind was filled with hot searing pain that radiated from my left wrist to my elbow. I was vaguely aware of dull muted voices around me as I rolled on the ground clutching my arm and screaming in pain. Hands picked me up and carried me out into the night. We had no way of knowing this trip to the emergency room wouldn’t be like all the rest.

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