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  1. The grounds had long been used for fairs and carnivals, over the years it had been used for just about any attraction imaginable. From petting zoos, to fun houses, to arcades and a plethora of food and dessert stands. However, the problem with such a location is that, while some attractions are revamped and reopened, others are closed entirely. Left by the wayside and forgotten just as quickly as they arrived. It was one such attraction that caught the attention of two individuals as they explored the outer reaches of the grounds. The two teenagers had been enjoying their time at the carnival and looked to explore some of the older buildings, what drew them to this one in particular was the darkened neon sign that read 'House of Tomorrow' above the entrance.
  2. Dan and Julie are a young married couple who absolutely love each other. Dan has a good job working for a company in town and typically gets along with his co-workers and his boss Katy, but lately he has had a few instances at work where he has lost his temper and Katy is starting to get a little bit worried. Unknown to her Dan has been having hygiene problems while at work and has been coming home with wet trousers some of the time. Julie has had to do more laundry than normal, but every time she tries to talk with Dan about the problem he refuses to discuss it. Currently he is in a meeting at work and Katy is trying to get his attention as he seems to be focused on something else "Dan, Dan! Are you with us Dan? Do you even hear me asking you about this report?" she asked, trying to get his attention back to the meeting while everyone looked on.
  3. The museum of future technology was now closed for the day. The museum held robots and machines everywhere that could do everything. A robot barber, a robot car cleaner, a machine that can change clothes, and a machine that cooks. But there was one machine that took care of babies. But then the machine malfunctioned and treated anyone it sees as a baby. And so it was shut down and was scheduled to be replaced in a few weeks
  4. Commenti and FAV on DeviantArt http://cyatommorrow.deviantart.com/art/Stranded-and-Diapered-653691637 Part One: Stranded The Thousand Sunny cruised through smooth waters as Robin lounged on the deck, drinking one of the drinks Sanji had prepared for her. She sat the beverage down and resumed reading the archeology book that she was midway through completing. This day had been a day where all the Straw Hats were able to unwind and relax while continuing their journey to the Grand Line. The tranquility wouldn't last as a fierce storm began blowing towards their location. Luckily for our heroes, Nami was always vigilant and kept an eye out for any anomalies in regards to the climate. She stood still and listened to the increasing winds. Nami instantly knew a Cyclone was incoming at a tremendous rate of speed. "Everyone take cover! "The Straw Hat's navigator yelled out. Luffy and the rest of the crew quickly made their way below deck, but Robin had tripped while running for cover. The wind threw the girl towards the ocean and Nami chased after her endangered crew mate, disregarding her own safety as she ran towards the bow of the ship. The redhead dived for Robin and was able to grab the brunette's hand just before she fell off the deck. Nami's tight grip saved Robin from falling into the turbulent sea. She tried to pull Robin back onto the deck and almost succeeded in rescuing her friend. However, the velocity of the winds picked up and pulled the two women into the violent sky. Robin and Nami looked around in fear as they were being pulled into the eye of the storm. Robin noticed that they were being thrown far from the ship. The archeologist rarely felt scared, but being at the mercy of mother nature could instill terror into the toughest of souls. Nami tried to call out to Robin, but the roar of the wind made any communication impossible. The ladies couldn't see where they were about to land, but they seemed to be falling rapidly back down to the ocean. With a mighty splash the Straw Hat women landed into the calm water. The redhead turned around and looked towards the beach where Robin was sitting in the shallow water. Judging by her appearance, she was still in one piece. Nami swam for the tropical beach which seemed peaceful enough. The navigator got to her feet and looked up to see that the storm was now in the distance. She could tell that they were miles away from not only the storm, but the Thousand Sunny. "Robin, are you okay? " Nami asked as the brunette made her way ashore. Robin stood up and started wringing her clothes to remove the sea water. "Well, I could be better." The archeologist paused while taking in her surroundings. "Seems like the storm is pretty far away. I don't know which island we're on. Do you know if there were any islands near the course you plotted for the Thousand Sunny?" "That's the thing. I recall seeing a few small islands, but they were over twenty miles away from the Thousand Sunny's charted course." Nami appeared to be in deep thought. "I'm not even sure if we're on one those islands either. " "So we're on an uncharted island then?" Robin said with a sigh. "Then I suppose we'll need to find some way off of it. Clearly swimming isn't an option, so we'll need to see if we can get a boat and get back to the ship." "That's a great idea. We can build a boat and- Wait a minute! Do you see that smoke in the distance?!" Nami exclaimed as she looked inland, towards the jungle, where a rising column of black smoke rose from the treetops. Robin nodded. "That must be a fire. Do you think that it's from someone's camp?" she asked. "Yeah, or the lightning could have started it." Both ladies ran towards the interior of the island where the smoke was originating from. They traversed uneven terrain and jumped over large fallen palm trees. Once they made it through the jungle, they both found themselves on a cobblestone path, staring at the massive stone dwellings that towered over them. "These buildings are huge! " Nami shouted from the sheer surprise at finding such imposing structures. Robin stared upwards. "I'm...not sure as to why these buildings would be this large." she said. "Hopefully we can find someone that can help us out." The ladies walked past a stone wall and up to a large wooden door."Think that we should knock and see if we can find out if anyone has a boat here?" "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. " Nami knocks on the door and waits for a response. A large man answers the door. "May I ask what you little girls want today? Do your parents know you're out of the house?" The large man condescendingly questioned the women. "L-Little girls? Sorry sir, but we are both adult women. You...are rather large though, I can see why you would assume that we're children." Robin said. "Anyway, may we come inside?" Robin asked graciously. "Sure you are." The man replied sarcastically. "I don't have time to babysit you. Go next door for that nonsense." The giant stated as he closed his front door. Robin and Nami both looked at each other. "That man was incredibly rude." Nami huffed. "I agree. Let's try the next house." Robin replied. Both pirates turned around from the rude giant's house and walked up to a very extravagant looking manor. The entrance consisted of ornate granite columns which stood atop an equally fancy set of stairs which led to the front door. Robin admired the carved images on the Oak door as Nami knocked on it. A few moments passed before the door slowly opened, revealing an Amazon. She stood twelve feet tall and was quite fit. "We hate to bother you, but we are stranded on this island and need to find someone who can build us a boat." Robin explained to the towering woman before her. "Sadly we are a very isolated people. We sometimes have curious young men and women who go out on journeys, but seldom return. I assume they must find what they're looking for in the world." The giantess looked away as if in deep thought. " I must admit that I envy them. I have tried for a long time to achieve my dream, but as the years slip by, I find myself further away from acquiring my purpose in life." She sighed. Nami felt the Amazon was getting a bit ahead of herself. "I'm sorry to hear that. Miss uh, may I ask what your name is? " "I'm Felicity Stone. My family were stone masons on this island for generations. I'm the last living descendent of my lineage on the island." The statuesque woman explained while getting that far away look in her eye. "What are your names?" "I'm Nami." The navigator quickly answered. "And I'm Robin." The brunette introduced herself. "Well, now that we're all properly acquainted. Would you like to come inside and join me for tea?" The Amazon offered. The girls nodded and are allowed entry. They immediately notice all the large baby toys and items strewn about the living room as they walk through with Felicity. "Do you babysit children?" Robin asked the Amazon. "You're very observant. As a matter of fact I'm the main babysitter in the village because I love babies. I was never able to have my own because I never married." Felicity explained. "How come you never got married?" Nami questioned her host. Felicity gave Nami a sour look. "Well, I guess I am simply unlucky in love." "Sorry to hear about that." Robin said before Nami could say anything more to aggravate the giant. "Maybe you could adopt a child?" Felicity perked up at Robin's suggestion. "That's definitely a great idea. In the meantime why don't you two make yourselves at home while I prepare lunch." "Thank you, ma'am." Robin replied as she walked up to the huge couch and tried to get up to the seats. Smirking, she simply used her Devil Fruit powers to carry her onto the couch. Nami stared at the couch and wondered how she was going to get to where Robin was currently sitting. Her thoughts were interrupted as Felicity picked her up from beneath Her armpits and sat her next to Robin. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, okay? " Nami blushed slightly. "Okay." Felicity had witnessed Robin's display of her unique Devil's Fruit abilities and knew she had to put a stop to that. The Amazon knew the perfect solution to stop Robin's powers. Her family had mined Sea Stones for the Navy and had even made all sorts of talismans carved from the stones. Felicity needed an opportunity to give the girl one of her necklaces. Robin sat on the couch and looked over at Nami. "While we have encountered Giants before, I have never been on an island full of them. This could be a very interesting experience." She stated thoughtfully. "Yeah, we could even check out the market later and see if they have some unique things to buy for the Thousand Sunny." Felicity smiled and quietly left the room while the girls continued to chat. "It would certainly be interesting having such things on our ship." Robin replied. "Yeah, but we don't have any Beri and no place to stay in case we're stuck overnight." Nami paused for a moment. "You think Felicity will let us stay the night?" Felicity returned from the back of the house with a necklace in her hand that was sized perfectly for Robin. "I couldn't help, but over hear that you're in need of a place to stay tonight. You're both welcome to spend the night if you like." Robin smiled at her. "Thank you." The brunette noticed the jewelry that Felicity held. "That's a beautiful necklace you have there." "Thank you very much. It's actually an old bracelet from my great grandma. However, it could certainly work as a necklace for you." The giantess held the item in front of the tiny ladies who admired it as she continued on. "I've been trying to sell it at the market, but it's hard to sell antiques on this island. I'm only asking twenty thousand Beri for it, but I could give it to you for half that amount." Felicity held the necklace in front of Robin. The archeologist admired the intricate design of the stone. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any money on me." Robin answered. "How about a compromise. I'll give you the necklace now and you can get the Beri to me once you return to your ship. Deal?" "Hmm, alright. We have a deal." Robin held her hand out and Felicity gave the small woman the necklace. "Thank you. It's hard to support myself on just babysitting alone. Diapers, baby food and all the accessories don't buy themselves." Felicity smiled as Robin put the necklace on. "It really looks good on you." Nami complimented. "I agree with your friend. It's like it was made for you." Felicity added with a smile. Robin grinned. "I think I'm going to keep it on then. I'm sorry to hear about your money troubles at the moment, although there doesn't seem to be much you could really do. Perhaps maybe we could help in some way?" "I'm not sure how you could help me, especially when you're stranded on my island, but I greatly appreciate the offer." "I don't know what Nami and I would do without your hospitality. We would be happy to help you out in anyway that we can. " Robin replied. "You're both such kind and polite guests. Now then, I was just going to make some tea for lunch, but I'm willing to bet that you're both hungry. If you would like, I can cook you girls something to eat for lunch." Felicity graciously offered. Robin and Nami both smiled at her. "Thank you. I do feel a bit hungry. I could probably eat anything you make, although I would like a cup of tea to go with it if that's not too much trouble." Robin stated. Felicity nods. "That's perfectly fine. I'm afraid I only have macaroni and cheese or I can make you some chicken noodle soup." "Soup sounds good to me. " Nami replied. "I agree. Soup sounds fine." Robin added. "Can we help or are we too small?" Nami questioned. "Not to be rude, but you're both going to have to sit in the high chairs because of your size. So, I'm sorry to say you can't help out." "Seriously? High chairs?! " Nami said incredulously. "I'm afraid so. I don't want you two getting hurt or worse. We don't have a hospital or even a clinic on this island. It's best to play it safe. You understand, right? " The Amazon offered. "Why do we have to sit in high chairs? Why can't we just eat on the floor?" Nami questioned. "Because adults eat at the table and not on the floor." Felicity chuckled slightly in response to Nami's proposal. "I suppose if it's for our safety than we have no choice." Robin said with a sigh. "Come on, Nami. There's nothing else she can do." Felicity smiled and scooped both girls up and carried them on her hips to the high chairs. "I can walk you know!" Nami stated in an annoyed tone. "Nami, I'm sure that it's easier this way. It would take us longer to reach the chairs if we walked and then you wouldn't even be able to get into them." Robin said. "Now stop being so rude." "Alright, but I still think this is unnecessary." Nami retorted. Felicity helped Robin into the pink, wooden high chair first and strapped her in. She repeated the process with an unhappy Nami before returning to the simmering water on the stove. She threw in some vegetables, seasonings and noodles. "This better be the only indignity we have to deal with." Nami stubbornly replied. Robin rolled her eyes. "I don't like this either. We just need to put up with it for now. We're tiny compared to everyone else on the island, so might have to deal with some things like this while we're here." "Fine, but we need to get a boat soon and get back to the crew." Felicity came over to Robin and put a bib on her. "Now you girls don't fuss. I would hate for your clothes to get messy. " Robin blushed as the bib was put onto her. "Well...I suppose if it is necessary..." Felicity puts a bib on a struggling Nami. "It is. You two have no clothing and if you get your outfits messy then I don't have anything else for you to wear." Felicity walks back to the stove and pours two small bowls of soup for the girls. She brings the bowl over to Robin first and sets it down on the highchair's tray. Next she grabs the other bowl of soup and puts it in front of Nami. Each woman gets a baby spoon to eat their soup. "Enjoy." Felicity says as she returns to the stove to start brewing some tea. "I must admit, this is probably the most embarrassing situation that we have ever had to put up with." Robin paused with a blush. She took her spoon and began to have some of the soup. "At the very least this is some delicious food." "I agree on both counts." Nami ate her soup slowly as she realized that she needed to use the restroom. "Felicity, where is the bathroom? " "It's upstairs. Do you need to use the potty?" Felicity asked. "Umm..." Nami blushed hearing the infantile word for a toilet. "I am just wondering where it is in case I need to go later." Nami figured she would just wait for lunch to be over. She could wait that long. "You can have Felicity carry you to bathroom, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Robin said with a smile as she ate her soup slowly, taking time to savor the flavor of it before eating some more. Nami ignored Robin and simply hoped that the meal would end soon. However, lunch seemed to drag on for Nami. The awkwardness of eating food in a high chair, while wearing a pink bib, had yet to dissipate for the Navigator. She only hoped see wouldn't have to do this again. The only thing that made this embarrassing situation endurable was the good soup. Once lunch was over she would use the toilet on her own without being carried around like a baby. "Tea is ready! " Felicity announced happily to her guests as she poured a couple cups and brought a cup to each girl. Nami didn't really want anymore to drink, but she also didn't want to insult Felicity. At least the tea was in a nice cup and not a sippy cup or something as infantile as that, Nami thought before taking a sip. Robin thanked Felicity when the full cup of tea was set onto the tray, replacing her empty bowl of soup. She began to slowly sip the tea and grinned at the taste. "It is quite nice. May I have a bit more after this cup?" "Certainly." Felicity responded cheerfully while Nami silently drank from her cup. Nami started thinking about the giant bowls, furniture and then came to the logical conclusion that giant toilets would most likely be in a giant's bathroom. With this unwanted epiphany Nami couldn't enjoy her tea like her crew mate did. Robin, despite being infinitely more intelligent than Nami, did not come to this same conclusion because she wasn't needing to use the restroom like her crew mate and thus had no need to contemplate such things. The brunette sipped the tea, enjoying it until the cup was empty. She waited for more with a smile. "Isn't this tea wonderful?" she asked the navigator. "It's good." Nami replied. She was focusing on trying to hold her bladder and wanted nothing more than lunch time to come to an end.
  5. The following story was a request of sorts for Dyperdrive on Deviantart. The following characters are his and are used with his permission. Depending on the feedback this will most likely be made into a comic. Please leave feedback if you enjoy the story. The Dyperdrive currently glided through the depths of space, piloted by it's Captain, Jamie Jammer. The boy sat at the helm of the starship, joined only by his metallic guardian named PJP2. The droid maintained the ship and did it's best to keep our hero out of trouble, but as of the moment PJP2 had nothing to worry about because Jamie sat quietly, deep in thought. Jamie couldn't help, but keep thinking about his goal of ultimately tracking down his parents. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it meant far more to the young lad then merely traveling across the far reaching darkness of space and cataloging whatever colorful spheres populated it. The boy's train of thought was interrupted by a beeping signal which caused PJP2 to spring to life, plotting the coordinates of the source of the disturbance. The blond looked over to his hoovering companion. "What's the problem?" Jamie wondered."There is an emergency beacon being sent from a nearby satellite approximately six minutes from our current location. Condition of the satellite is unknown." PJP2 relied to the Captain."We better check it out!" The boy said excitedly. "I advise against that. We have no info about the situation." PJP2 stated. "It's just a satellite. We'll be fine." Jamie replied."It could be dangerous. We should scan the craft first." "That'll take forever. Besides what's the worst thing that could happen?" Jamie questioned."It's best to be safe. I don't want anything to happen to you." PJP2 cautioned."I'm not baby!" The boy asserted before adding. "As Captain I say we go!" The droid turned around and finished rerouting the DyperDrive to proceed to the distress call. Jamie stood up to his full height of four foot ten, which was a little shorter than your average twelve year old, but afforded him the ability to get into small entrances and other small spaces. The boy inspected his spacesuit, making sure it was ready and noticed his diaper was a bit soggy. His parents had never had the opportunity to potty train him before they were separated from him, but this never bothered Jamie because all he ever knew was using his diapers. Jamie didn't want to waste time by changing the moist garment so he ignored it as the Dyperdrive slowed to a stop. The stop caused our hero to glance out the main window and take notice of the large abandoned satellite in the distance. The lights randomly blinked on the exterior of the steel spinning wheel as it spun around the center complex. It didn't appear like anything was wrong except that it may have been evacuated long ago by it's inhabitants. He had no information about what purpose the space station served or if it even had oxygen to breath."PJP2, give me a read out on the current status of the space station." "Preliminary scan shows oxygen levels are low and power output is below optimal levels." The robot reported."Okay so you're coming with me to repair the power core while I scout the craft." Captain Jamie stated. "Roger that."Jamie walked over to the molecular teleportation pad, where his metallic guardian waited. The galactic explorer typed into his wrist computer the longitude and latitude which would transfer himself and PJP2 onto the satellite. One final sequence of data initiated the relay to the space station. The blinding flash of energy dissipates, and it's revealed to both travelers that the satellite is currently operating off of back up generators which is evident by the flickering lights. PJP2 scans the walls of the reception area and finds a series of utility cables leading down a secondary corridor. "I'll reinstate the power supply. Please return here once the lights are at full illumination."Jamie sighed. "Fine."The droid left the main room leaving our pampered protagonist to explore the rest of the space station. He proceeded down the poorly lit primary hallway until he noticed a malfunctioning sign above a series of panels. The sign was in some alien dialect he wasn't familiar with, but the interior of the windowed area interested himself much more than the sign. It held clear bins that appeared large enough to hold himself. He wasn't really sure what purpose they had, but he couldn't help, but wonder if this was a medical bay of some kind. Perhaps this was a viewing area potentially for injured or recovering patients the boy thought.He resumed his investigation of the corridor and came across a mechanical door which was stuck ajar due to insufficient power. Jamie quickly entered the dark room. He could only make out a few shadows and shapes which looked like cages or plastic pens, a few tall chairs and a row of tables where he spotted a figure slumped over one of the tables. Jamie cautiously approached the humanoid and right as he was about to tap the shoulder of the Android it spasms causing Jamie to jump. The young astronaut landed on his padded posterior as he wet himself thoroughly from being startled by the malfunctioning robot. The blond cursed to himself as he felt his diaper swell to capacity. "I'll have to get a change once PJP2 finishes with the power plant."He regained his composure and stood up once more. He decided to try to scan the Humanoid robot. The data retrieved from the scan was limited and all that could be ascertained was that the robot was a female domestic bot and it was in a power saving mode of some kind. This puzzled the boy because he expected the Android to be a medical bot since he assumed that this was the medical area of the satellite. More data was needed and he decided to do things the old fashioned way. The boy knew that some Androids had to be accessed via wires to preform routine diagnostic checks and repairs. He reached behind it's neck to access the data port, which was covered by a panel. He opened the panel and found a set of input jacks. Jamie plugged his wrist computer's diagnostic wires into the jacks and began doing a full scan on the machine. Unbeknownst to our hero the Android was downloading all of his information such as weight, height and age. The databanks of the cybernetic Humanoid were merging his information with its programming. The only thing preventing the robot from preforming it's duties was the master computer activating the Android.
  6. This is a a story I posted at another forum in 2010, but I lost my steam on it. However, I'm already working on continuing it. There are seven chapters completed. I'll post them here one at a time to spread them out so that by the time you're all caught up, Chapter 8 will be ready to post. I hope you enjoy it. CHAPTER ONE “Are you still going to our gig tonight, Laney?â€, asked Mikey, as they bounded through the mostly-glass doors of Franklin High School. Mikey’s real name was Michelle, but she hated that name with a burning passion. It was too girly for a metal-head tomboy like her. “Of course. Knowing that I’ll be going to it is the only thing that got me through this hellish week,†replied the auburn-haired Laney, flinging her backpack over her shoulder. Mikey laughed, knowing exactly how she felt. Her week had been nightmarish too, what with the end-of-the-year tests and all. The two girls walked toward the parking lot amidst the throngs of other students scrambling to get off school grounds like ants escaping an anthill that had just been demolished. Mikey reached her car first and yelled out, “See you tonight,†to Laney who was making her way toward her own vehicle. Mikey always enjoyed the ride home from school. With her windows rolled down and her brutal music cranked up, it was the perfect way for her to unwind. She cruised down Main Street, getting a kick out of the looks passers-by and pedestrians gave her. She was quite a sight to behold. The music blaring from her car was ferocious and intense, which contrasted her natural beauty. Oh, sure, her hair was dyed black and she had all the expected piercings, but even that couldn’t disguise the fact that she had angelic facial features and was a small, petite young woman… hardly the stereotypical vision of the brute-like female metal-head. Mikey’s drive was short lived, however. As her ragged, decrepit house came into view, she sighed exaggeratedly. She hated the ramshackle abode. Its paint was almost non-existent, the roof sagged, the plumbing was abysmal and the lawn was perpetually unmowed. The interior was equally awful. The carpets were matted and stained, the walls were riddled with holes, and the entire place carried this odd musty odor that sent her sinuses into an outrage. She entered the front door and found that her parents were gone. No big surprise there. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen them in a couple of days. They had a tendency to stay in their own little world; a world that didn’t often include Mikey. They were deeply entrenched in the “party†lifestyle and typically came home inebriated or stoned out of their gourds. They more or less left her to her own devices, which suited her just fine. After all, she had a level head and usually made good decisions when it came down to brass tacks. She was perfectly able to run her own life. Hell, she did a better job of it than her parents did, that’s for sure. They couldn’t even stay sober for a weekend, much less maintain a stable household. Mikey had just enough time to take a shower, get dressed and grab a quick meal before loading her guitar, half-stack and pedal board into her car and heading to the club. She always made it a point to show up early, especially when it’s a venue she hadn’t played before. It gives her a chance to get a feel for the place. After her shower, she selected her attire for the evening. Settling on camouflage pants, vintage combat boots, a spiked gauntlet and a “Morbid Angel†t-shirt, she looked every bit the part of the quintessential bad-ass metal chick. She wasted no time in preparing a meal, loading up and driving to the club, a run-down juice bar called The Pond. It was a stupid name, but Mikey was impressed with the interior décor upon entering. It was far roomier than it looked from the outside. The walls were covered in graffiti art and the entire establishment was quite dimly lit, aside from a blacklight. Nice ambience. Only a small smattering of customers was present due to the early hour. She brought in only her guitar and pedal board and she approached the bar to find out where the club owners wanted her band to place their gear. The man at the bar was a swarthy-looking fellow in psychedelic hippie clothes. His medium brown hair was a bit disheveled and his relatively long beard looked as if it had never been introduced to a comb. In truth, it probably hadn’t. “Hey, man,†she said, trying to get his attention. Her turned to face her. “I’m Mikey from The Unnamable. Where should we put our stuff?†He spoke thickly, as if he had to force the words out through a glob of goop. “Oh, hey. Yeah, you can set your shit right through that door over there. He pointed toward a wooden door near the stage. “Much appreciated,†she stated nodding to him before she charged off to the door. The room behind the door was rather small and cramped, but it would suffice. She placed her guitar and board on a table and brought in her amp. By the time she finished, she heard footsteps approaching the door. To her surprise, it was Damon, the lead vocalist of her band, who was carrying their PA and one of the boxes filled with cords and the like. “How long have you been here?,†he asked with a wry smile that could barely be seen beneath his long, thick locks of hair that covered most of his face. He was a sturdy man in his early twenties, who had a lantern-jaw and piercing blue eyes… when his mane managed to stray away from them, that is. “I just got here a few minutes ago, “ she said, getting up to help him unload the band’s equipment. “Where’s everybody else?†He chuckled. “They’re on their way. Ronnie wanted to stop in and get some food before he came, so he’ll be a little later than Snake and Mason.†The two band mates walked outside to get more of their gear. Damon remarked, “I see you finally bought that gauntlet you’ve been talking about.†“Yeah. It’s pretty fucking cool, huh?†Damon nodded slightly, “It is. It’s cool for on-stage use, anyway.†She screwed up her face and inquired, “What’s that supposed to mean?†“Nothing,†he stated plainly, “It’s just that I don’t think it would kill you to dress like a girl when you’re not on stage.†Mikey found herself frowning, “That’s not who I am. You know that. I’ve never been into dresses and make-up and shit. Never was, never will be.†Before the conversation could’ve gone further, they spotted Snake and Mason pulling into the parking area in the back. They got out and simultaneously stretch. The VW bugs just aren’t meant to fit two burly guys in them. Snake is the taller of the two and has wavy dishwater blonde hair that spills down to his mid-back. He has a tattoo of intertwining snakes covering most of his body. His face has been spared such a fate, however. Mason has a shaved head and is barrel-chested, looking something akin to a late nineteenth century prizefighter. After a quick greeting off high fives and handshakes, the band members proceed to bring their stuff inside. The opening band was setting up on stage when Ronnie showed up. But Ronnie was hardly as jovial as the others. In fact, he looked downright concerned. He approached Mikey and said, “Hey, you might want to give your uncle a call. I bumped into him at the burger joint. He’s been looking for you. Said it was urgent.†“Uncle Jeff?â€, she scoffed, “He was probably wanting me to set him up with Laney again, the fuckin’ perv.†“I don’t think so, Mikey. He sounded really freaked the fuck out,†Ronnie said, shaking his head. “I’ll give him a call after our set, okay?†she said in an effort to drop it. “Alright, but I think something’s seriously wrong.†The opening act was a deathcore band called “Over the Abyssâ€. Mikey wasn’t all that impressed, noting that they sounded like every other Whitechapel knock-off out there. They were talented, but they could use a dash of originality. The band in question played a half hour set before relinquishing the stage to the Unnamable. The crowd was somewhat small, but still very active and vocal. Laney wasn’t in attendance, which surprised Mikey. But she had more pressing matters on her mind. As she strapped on her guitar, she couldn’t help but wonder why her uncle was looking for her. She tried pushing it to the back of her brain, though, so she could concentrate on her performance. The Unnamable ripped into their first number with a vengeance. The crowd immediately took to their old school death metal stylings, initiating a mosh pit almost immediately. With the fans in a frenzy, the band put even more effort into it. Nothing drives a band onward like a mass of rampaging fans swirling in a mosh pit in front of them. The rest of the set went just as swimmingly. Judging by the crowd’s uproarious reaction, it was a safe bet that the proprietors would ask them to return at some point. The fans were still cheering as the band exited the stage area. After their equipment was loaded into their respective vehicles, Mikey stepped out of the club’s back door to call her uncle, using Damon’s cell phone. “Hey, Jeff. I heard you were looking for me,†she asked tentatively. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been hunting you down for hours.†His frustration was evident, but equally evident was how panicked he was. “What’s wrong?†“Look, Mikey, you know I ain’t too good with shit like this, but, uh, y’know, well… Amy and Joe were killed in a fire today at 4:00 or so. I’m sorry, kiddo. I really am.†Mikey felt suddenly hollow, much as if she was floating above her body. It was all too surreal. “What the fuck are you talking about?!â€, she belted out. “Mom and dad and dead??†There was a slight pause before Jeff spoke. “Yeah. They were in a meth lab or some shit and, well, it went up in flames and they didn’t get out.†Mikey instinctively thought of self-preservation, something she’d soon feel guilt over. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?†“Beats the shit out of me. I don’t know anything about this stuff, y’know? I mean, you’re sixteen, right? Can’t you live on your own at sixteen these days?†The reality of the situation began to sink in. Her hard-ass routine started to crack a little, as she wiped away a stray tear that rolled down her delicate cheek. “I can’t go live in no orphanage and I can’t stay with you because of your felonies and shit. I have no other relatives that I know of. I am so fucked! SO fucked!†The rest of the night was a blur to her. Her band mates were all very sympathetic to her plight and offered her any assistance they could. She felt terrible because she harbored such resentment for her parents. They barely acknowledged her existence, being gone for days at a time and saying very little to her when they were home. Still, they were her parents and she just couldn’t help but love them. The following day, she was awakened by a social services worker knocking at the door. The woman was pleasant, but Mikey wasn’t a fool. She knew that this was just another case to her. Once the lady dealt with this one, she’d forget all about it and be on to the next case, leaving Mikey to live with her parents’ deaths. The social worker explained that she was still too young to live on her own and that they have found a relative who was willing to take her in. It was her cousin Mesa and her husband, Mark. She barely knew them, to tell the truth, and Mesa was only in her mid-twenties. The idea of having someone so young in charge of her was annoying, but at least she lived in the same city. It would prevent her from having to uproot from her school, friends and band. So, in that way, she figured she was fortunate. Within a few hours, Mesa arrived. The caseworker stood outside and spoke with her for some time, while Mikey packed the rest of her belongings. She couldn’t hear much of their conversation, but she gathered enough information to learn that they were all going to be going to the social services office to sign paperwork and such. Mikey was nervous to see Mesa for the first time in many years. The last time she saw her, she was six years old and Mesa was a teenager. Her memory of Mesa was vague, but she recalled that she was very much into wearing fashionable clothes and acting girly. Perhaps she’s changed. Or perhaps not.
  7. Chris is a 15 year old boy who's quote mischievous playing pranks on his family an friends. The week before his 16th birthday his friends an family get together, an plan out a extra special birthday for Chris where he gets dosed with a formula that starts to make him loose bladder an bowl control, need 3 ppl to play my mom an 2 older sisters how tease an baby me after his birthday moms 35 an the sisters are both17.) * I head home excited that tommrow is my birthday*
  8. D.E.O. F/m by FulldiaperMichael Copyright 2015, All rights reserved. Chapter 1 It was in the second term of President Clinton. No, not the male jackass, Hillary Clinton when things changed for the male population. It was after the abolition of the second amendment and guns were confiscated and destroyed. Anyone that didn’t comply was prosecuted and jailed. It was in these jails where the male population were subjected to the insurrection of female guards, but worse, female biologist and chemist experimented on their captive population to perfect the treatments that would literally turn society upside down making the female not only on top, but definitely the dominate of the human species. All of the prisons, jails and places of incarceration had been handed over to a large female ran organization called W.I.C. or Women In Charge. The board and all officers were either former military or law-enforcement with the ideal that women were superior to men in every way and their mission was to subdue the entire male population during the second term of their female leader. She had decreed by Executive order that all men were to be cared for by their female counter parts. In the event a male did not have a female counter part, in the case of Gay men, they would be allowed a temporary pass on the Executive order due to the kindred hearts with women. It was also decreed by Federal and State government any male inmate while incarcerated would be property of WIC and all the rights of that individual were null and void. It was in 2020 when the D.E.O. was formed and officers were trained and equipped with the necessary equipment to detect and confirm Executive Order DEO1203 or better known as the diaper enforcement officer initiative of 2020. Women were given 100% discretionary option first as to whether the men in their lives would be subjected to the new continence test. Any women that did not, still insured male submission with either a worn chastity device by their male counter parts or diapers, there was no other option. In the beginning men tried to resist, but with no weapons to fight with, the female militia and police were able to over power and subject their male captors to rigorous tests, which were actually painful damage to their sphincter muscles in their bladder and bowels, until a group of scientist isolated a male genic flaw drug that rendered their sphincter muscles useless or nearly useless while increasing women’s libido and caused them to lactate. The side effects for women were acceptable. The men on the other side would discover another side effect of the breast milk. When ingested by male subjects, the breast milk further attacked the sphincter muscles rendering them 100% useless. The other side effect was they either worn diapers all the time 24/7 or suffered humiliating accidents at home, the office or out of the town with their female counter parts. This is why the DEO was formed. We were Diaper Enforcement Officers. We insured men were diapered or were subjected to the continence test, which in the 2 years since its introduction, not one male passed. This is the beginning of my story as a Diaper Enforcement Office in the Diaper Enforcement Division of the Department of Homeland Security. Since most of the terrorists of the early 21st Century were male, it was decided to squelch their testosterone driven rampages, remove the testosterone and render them incontinent and diaper dependent, the terrorism would have to REALLY extreme to go out in a potentially wet and or wet and messy diaper/nappy and perform some act of terrorism. Every major sporting, electronics, or any place were large groups of people would assemble were assigned DEO agents to verify and confirm male diaper compliance. With the tools developed by the DEO design labs, we could use the ultra-sensitive sniffer and smell fecal odors and urine odors emanating from male subjects lower regions with little to no contact necessary. My name is Calli, but most people call me officer Malloy. I’m a 31 year old blonde, 38DD – 26 – 36 measurements. I am 6’0†tall barefoot and over 6’3†when in uniform. I graduated college with a degree in adult care and manipulation of males. I’m also a Domme that believes what most women do, “we are superior.†Our uniforms are designed to hug each and every curve of the officer and the body armor is designed specifically for each officer’s DNA and body type also. The bio-net body armor system is activated when anything, bullet, knife or person comes within a 12†to 36†range depending on the trajectory and speed and is designed to allow complete protection from injury to the officer allowing them to apprehend their suspects. We are equipped with disposable and cloth expansion diapers. The diapers are seal in packages and miniaturized. When they are opened and exposed to air, the expand to their appropriate size. We are also equipped with bABy stun guns that cause a suspect when impacted to drop gently to their hands and knees with severe cramps and fill their diapers or pants. Any female suspects convicted of a violent crime are submitted to the reformation center where they are either re-educated or scheduled for a sex change procedure and made a male bABy. Most women don’t want that, so there are very few crimes by women committed anymore. The great thing about skin tight uniforms and curse is that all officers are 100% cleaned of any body hair surgically. We never have to shave. It also allows the uniform to accentuate our attributes and assets. We are also assigned pursuit drones that can clock upwards of 120 MPH, so even suspects in vehicles can be apprehended. Drones are also equipped with bABy stun guns and expanding diapers. The drones are what we lovingly call Mommy Machines. Programmed in female voice and tone and shaped like a HOT MOMMA. Some of the newer drones are even now being covered in a synthetic skin that makes them almost look human and have heated bodies to human temperature so as to simulate human touch and feel, when handling a male suspect or offender. This along with some special training makes them more than able to man-handle or bABy handle any arrestee. My beat is the Western states and Central US. We have hover craft and hover squad cars that can literally fly. We can respond to calls within a 300 mile radius in less than an hour. Each district is assigned a minimum of 100 DEO’s, plus we have the ability to commandeer local, county, state and federal agencies if the need arises. We are equipped with multi-band police radios for this purpose. We are trained in hand-to-hand and also self-defense tactics. We are constantly practicing to insure muscle memory if the need arises. We no longer carry or are they manufactured any more primitive firearms. The Worldwide ban of possession and manufacture of those types of weapons was outlawed by a majority people’s vote. All utilities are now underground. There are no intrusions for the hover squad cars anywhere now. The only obstacles we have now are still the antiquated bridges and overpasses. The DEO academy training is two years from start to street time. ...to be continued
  9. Lys had been feelings extremely horny the past few days. It’s been at least 4 days since she last saw her Daddy, and the feeling between her legs was getting stronger and stronger. She at least made effort to calm her desires, but there’s only so much a battery operated boyfriend can do; well, that and a plethora of fantasies. Before she met Daddy she had been a total prude. Her last sexual relationship was as exciting as watching paint dry, or at least, that’s how she likened it to. The most risqué act she had ever performed was having missionary style sex in her parents house while her parents were still home. She felt content before, but now, now she’s been exposed to more and her libido has begun to crave the attention. Tonight, she was going to solve her dilemma. No more cravings, no more sleepless nights, so more unfulfilling solo sessions. Tonight she was going to solve her problem whether or not Daddy wanted her to. When she first got back from out of state, her Daddy had given her a key to his place. She didn’t feel like she had earned it as they’ve only been playing together for a few weeks now. As she stood in front of his door, that line of logic faded. What mattered now was she wanted to quench the hunger dwelling in her sex organs. She wanted him in her. And now. Slowly, and with much trepidation, she slide the key into it’s hole. Gently at first, as she wasn’t sure was doing the right thing. She didn’t want to violate his trust with this forceful entry. After a few deep breathes, she didn’t care anymore. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it. She turned the key, sliding the dead bolt from it’s receptacle and freeing the door. Feeling brave, and in control, she opened the door. As it revealed the living room, a rush of cold air from the AC’d house rushed over her bare legs. As the humid and warm outside air mingled with the cold dry air now brushing over her, her legs tingled. On any other day prior to meeting Daddy, she would have simply felt the goosebumps. Actually, prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t be wearing such a short dress. Or a dress at all. Prior to Daddy, she was a jeans and random t-shirt kind of girl. Prior to Daddy, a fun night would be her and her boyfriend hanging out and playing games, as she lounged around in comfy sweat pants. She would be preoccupied with raids and work, not hormones. Prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t feel the cold air rushing up her dress and hitting her wet diaper. As soon as she remembered she was wearing a diaper, she lost all her confidence. The butterflies in her stomach had made her forget she put it on earlier in the day to help her satisfy herself. Prior to Daddy, she would never have dreamed that she’d actually be begging to be put back in diapers. To have that thick padding between her legs constantly rubbing against her most sensitive spots. 4 weeks ago, the thought of wetting herself, on purpose, was outlandish. She shook her head, trying to refocus. Yes, she’s wearing a diaper. Yes, she’s in a wet diaper. A very wet diaper, actually. But this is what Daddy liked, and she wanted to give Daddy anything and everything he wanted so long as he takes care of her needs. Needs that she never knew burned so deeply. Quietly, she shut the door behind her. Daddy wasn’t in the living room which meant he was either in his bedroom, or in his office working. She wasn’t sure if this worked out for her. If he was in the living room, the surprise would already be over. She could face the consequences for showing up unannounced. Now, she had to sneak around the house as quietly as a crinkling diaper would allow her. There was a light on down the hallway, which meant he was in his office working. He would probably also be listening to music, a podcast, or listing to whatever video he was currently working on. It would certainly make sneaking up on him that much easier With care, she inched her way towards the office. Her every thought, her every breath even, was focused on being as quiet as possible. She could hear the crinkle as her legs moved, and the slight creak in the floor as her weight shifted. She knew Daddy had a good sense of hearing and unless she was careful, he could clearly hear her coming. Lys peaked around the corner, hoping her Daddy hadn’t heard her. Slowly the sight of her Daddy came into view. His back was still to do the doorframe. A wave of relief came over her. She accomplished her goal of sneaking up on Daddy. But now; now she had to actually surprise him and convince him to take care of her needs. The thought of what punishment lay ahead of her finally crossed her mind. Would a severe spanking be worth it? Last time he gave her a spanking it hurts for days afterwards. A constant reminder than she was owned. Worse, that she was just his little girl and he would honestly treat her as such. She hadn’t been spanked like that since she was 10. A few months ago she felt like an adult. An in-control adult. The floor suddenly creaked under her weight. She cursed these old floors. Daddy was certain to hear that, even with headphones on. Her breathing stopped, waiting for the reveal. What would her Daddy do? He hadn’t moved. He was still typing and clicking as if nothing ever happened. He must be editing some music, she thought. As she creeped closer, her breathing as controlled as she could with her nerves as volatile as they were. Even her hands were shaking from the anticipation. Never had she been more keenly aware of every inch of her body as she was right that second. That second when she raised her hand to finally make him aware of her presence, she noticed his screen. He hadn’t been working on a video like she had thought. No, he was working on a document. It looked kinda like a story actually. She couldn’t read most of it because of how small the font was, but the last line seemed to be in a larger font. It read “That’s when Daddy heard his little girl scampering across the room in a vain attempt to surprise Daddy. Only, little girls should know they can never get the better of their Daddy. That’s why they’re little girls still wearing diapers.†It sunk in. He hadn’t responded to the noises because he already knew she was there. Fixated on the screen, her hand withdrew. The jig was up. The sudden clack clack of typing jolted her from her frozen terror. All she could do was stand there, sullenly waiting for a response from Daddy. “There,†Daddy interrupted her thoughts, “that chapter is finished.†His chair creaked as he turned to face her. “I really should get a new chair; it makes too much noise. Kind of like my little girl who thinks she can just break into Daddy’s house without any consequences.†She wanted to respond. She wanted to blurt all how she couldn’t contain it anymore, that she just desperately wanted him in her. Instead, there was silence. Fear now gripped her. This wasn’t what she had pictured in her head. Instead, he was supposed to jump with joy and just take her. “Don’t tell me, little girl, you thought Daddy would just jump up and do whatever it is you came here for?†She nodded, like a little school girl who just got caught in a boys room, not a 28 year old women. Her eyes couldn’t bear to meet Daddy’s gaze. “See, this is why you’re just a little girl. You still think like one. Such a simple minded hope you had there.†He stood up, purposely staring down at the diapered girl before him. “Daddy has to work and make money to support himself and his little girl. Your diapers aren’t free and neither are these skirts you’re so fond of.†“You’re the one who makes me wear them!†Finally, some of that fire she was used to was coming back. In her adult life she would take no prisoners and if anyone slighted her in the least, they would pay the price. Her pride as an adult was returning! SMACK! “Who do you think you’re talking to, little girl?†Daddy responded back angrily. “I don’t recall asking you a question, now did I?†Lys rubbed her face. It wasn’t that he hit her hard, he never does, but the shock of it was enough to remind her what else Daddy was capable of. “No Daddy, you didn’t ask me a question. Sorry, Daddy.†“Now why did Baby Girl show up unannounced?†She played with her fingers. A unconscious reaction when she feared giving an honest answer. Lying was easy. Telling the truth, however, was something she sometimes couldn’t stomach. “I’m waiting.†“Sorry, Daddy. I, um,†again, the words were there in her head but her vocal chords just couldn’t process them for her. In her head, it sounded romantic, and amazing, and . . . She didn’t know, it just sounded like a dream. Smack! At least this time it was just her thigh. The shortness of her skirt not only made her skin crawl with every breeze, but it afforded her Daddy with ample opportunity to administer punishment. “Well, Daddy, you told me I had to, you know, um, pleasure myself, …, um, twice every day. And I tried, I really did. But I didn’t have anything to help, and well, I mean, it’s easier when Daddy is there to help.†He stared at her, giving no reaction or acknowledgement. She didn’t know if he was waiting for more of an explanation, or if he was mad. “Yes, but you are supposed to do it yourself. Having Daddy shove his cock into you until you cum isn’t what your punishment entails.†Those words made her visibly cringe. Having sex made her happy, but using words like the ones Daddy used always made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t raised around that kind of language. Deep down, she felt like it made her a prude, but she didn’t believe it was needed. It was something sluts and porn stars would use. It was objectifying. As she thought about how demeaning those words were, she felt that tingle again. That tingle that said she really wanted Daddy in her. That tingle that said those words turned her into a desperate sex craved diaper wearing . . . fuck toy. Her lips quivering, “I know, Daddy, but I just couldn’t. Only you can make me… you know,†she looked away. She couldn’t say this to his face. Quickly, he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to stare him directly in the eyes. “Make you what, little girl?†Talking was difficult with his strong hands wrapped around her face. His fingers were a cage that held her face exactly where he wanted leaving her no escape. “Make me cum, Daddy.†He released his grip. “Stand here and don’t you dare move!†He waited for her to comply before briskly leaving the room. Lys stood there, waiting impatiently, shifting from foot to foot. The anticipation was killing her. Was he leaving to find something to punish her with, or was he going to take care of her needs? But why would he need to leave to do that? In the past when he was in the mood he’d just throw her down and take her through her diaper. She had egged him on, saying he couldn’t have his way with her when she was wearing a diaper. He certainly proved her wrong on that point. So what exactly was he doing, she kept wondering. After what felt like an eternity in her current state of arousal, her Daddy finally returned. Instantly she knew what toy he had brought back with him. “But Daddy . . .,†she whined at him. “Don’t you ‘but Daddy’ me, little girl. Daddy brought you something to help you.†Daddy wasted no time plugging in the Magic Wand he brought for his little girl. He found that it was one of the best ways to make a little girl cum in her diaper. “Now, make yourself cum.†He tossed her the Wand. Standing there, all she could do was comply. Nervously, she glanced around, unsure if she was expected to do it right there, standing in front of her Daddy, or sit down. Sensing her thoughts, “I want you on your knees. Right here. Now make yourself cum for Daddy.†With that, he pulled his chair back to himself, sat down and continued his writing. The vibrator clicked on. It’s high powered motor struggled against the diaper safely keeping Lys from having any unforeseen accidents. It’s motor would otherwise be too strong for her vagina to handle, but the diaper dampened it enough. Combined with the knowledge that it was her Daddy he forced her to wear them, the sensation would usually make her come to orgasm fairly quickly, and intensely. “Oh, one more thing.†He didn’t turn to face her, but spoke as if a higher voice. “You are not to cum until I said so. Is that understood, little girl?†“What … But, Daddy!……..†“Is that understood?†His voice boomed, more demanding that the last time. “Yes….Daddy……†The vibration against her clitoris was intense. After a long days buildup of sexual tension, finally being in Daddy’s presence made coming to orgasm easier. It’s what she had craved all day. His attention. But now he wasn’t giving it to her. Instead, he was completely and utterly ignoring her. Between the intense jolts coursing through her body, she would steal glances at the back of his head. His obvious refusal to acknowledge that his little girl was making the struggle to not cum more difficult. Oh how does he do this, she thought. First she wanted his attention so she could achieve orgasm, and now, here she was being denied just that, and yet it was making her oncoming orgasm even more intense. An orgasm was quickly building in her, sending jolts here and there forcing her hips to gyrate and the rest of her body to quiver in expected ecstasy. If she keeps going like this, she will cum without Daddy’s permission! As much as she didn’t want to, she gently laid off on the Wand, pulling it ever so slightly away from her diapered vagina. The motor hummer slightly louder and the muffled crinkle disappeared. “Exactly what do you think you are doing?†Daddy pushed Lys’ hand back towards her diapered crotch, only, deeper and harder than she originally held it. She was already close to climax and Daddy certainly wasn’t helped her keep her end of the bargain. It was difficult to keep her focus. If she focused, she could control her orgasm. If she could keep control, she might just be able to keep her bargain and Daddy wouldn’t punish her. Halloween was approaching and she was certain her punishment would be a very public display of her little girl state. More jolts coursed through her body. That thought wasn’t helping her keep control. She had to focus on something neutral. Something she wouldn’t associate with sex. Anything. Maybe if she found something in Daddy’s office, she could focus on that. With much will power, she forced her eyes open, hoping that a visual stimulus would stop her mind from wandering to all the fun things her Daddy could do to her. The darkness of her fantasy world disappeared, slowly, and focus came to her. Only, she didn’t find the escape she was looking for. Instead, Daddy stood before her, slowly and gently stroking himself in his erect state. Just seeing it made her body quiver more, bringing her within inches of orgasm. She breathed, slowly and controlled, trying her best to reign in her body, but her eyes couldn’t leave the sight of Daddy’s large throbbing manhood just inches from her face. Then it dawned on her: he had no plan to satisfy her. He was simply satisfying himself and denying her the orgasm she so craved as punishment for her trespass. She wanted nothing more than for Daddy to pull her diaper aside and ram her with the member throbbing before her face. She wanted him, violently. Yet, he was going to deny her that. As if on mental cue, she could feel Daddy’s hand on the back of her head, gently winding his fingers through his hair. Daddy knew this is one thing she didn’t like doing. It was always the last thing she offered up, and usually always just for a moment or two. Hoping she was wrong, she stole a quick glance up at her Daddy. His smile, however, told her exactly what he expected. A push on the back of her head again told her what she needed to do. Her mouth opened. She held his glance and he guided himself into her mouth. As the taste of precum hit her tongue, she lovingly wrapped her lips around his member. As much as she disliked giving Daddy a blow job, she also knew it turned him on immensely. Of course, anything that turned him on, turned her on. Unintentionally, she moaned as her diapered vagina sent her more jolts of pleasure. Which of course, made him enjoy her mouth even more. She knew it was only a matter of time before one or the other achieved orgasm. Having her Daddy cum in her mouth wasn’t something she wanted, but Daddy did whatever Daddy wanted. What worried her is that if he did fill her mouth with his cum, that meant she wouldn’t get hers. As much as she enjoyed a good time with the Wand, there was nothing that could replace knowing that her Daddy had cum in her. Again, the thought made her diapered crotch even more sensitive. She desperately wanted her Daddy to fuck her through her diaper. She realized that she was even talking like Daddy in her head. She wouldn’t even think that. She never used that language, even in her own fantasies. A sudden change of taste in her mouth brought her back. She focused again on Daddy’s face as he stared down at her. She knew what that taste meant, and the sudden change his his thrust, the rougher handling of her head as he took her by her mouth. He was going to cum. No, he was cumming. Right in her mouth. The taste of semen flooded her mouth, all while her vagina was craving it instead. The first time she ever gave a blow job, she was pleased to have made her Daddy cum, but she wanted it out of her mouth as quickly as possible, but with her orgasm so close, she didn’t know what to do. Daddy quickly pulled himself out of her mouth. Without a word, he leaned over and grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet. In her rush she accidentally dropped the Wand. All that pleasure she was enjoying vanished. But the desires still burned deep in her. She still wanted him in her. Instead, she still had him in her mouth. She soon realized exactly what he expected of her. As she swallowed that realization she felt herself being pushed rather violently onto his chaise lounge. As the shock wore of, she could feel Daddy crawling on top of her. Her crotch burned with desire, yet, she knew that it wasn’t going to be the diaper keeping her chastised tonight. “Were you a good girl?†“Yes, Daddy, I made sure I didn’t cum.†“Good girl. Daddy now gives you permission to cum.†“Thank yo….†Without warning he entered her. She thought for sure Daddy wouldn’t be up for anything else. Yet, the feeling inside her told her otherwise. She was so distracted she hadn’t even realized that Daddy had pulled her diaper aside and taken advantage of her. Daddy didn’t waste anytime either. He intended for his little girl to cum, and cum hard. His violent thrusts penetrating her was sending her over the edge. This was the moment she had been craving the past few days. The sole reason she broke into Daddy’s place to surprise him. Her orgasm built even stronger. The taste of him still lingered in her mouth and the crinkling of her diaper as her Daddy fucked her hard sent jolts coursing through her body even deeper than before. It finally happened. “I’m cumming, Daddy! I’m cumming!†“Good girl. Now louder.†She obliged, repeating it over and over, louder and louder until her climax subsided. As her body relaxed, she felt Daddy slide out of her letting her diaper encase her once again. “Daddy, can you please change me?†He laughed. “No, but it’s time for you to go back home. Any back talking and I’ll strip you down to just your diaper before throwing you out.†She knew he was serious. She’s seen pictures of what he’s done to his other little girls. While many of them secretly turned her own immensely, the thought of explaining to her roommates why she’s wearing nothing but a diaper didn’t appeal to her. So instead of pushing the issue, she knew she could just change her diaper once she got home. With the faint sound of clacking behind her and crinkling beneath, she let herself out. It was still 2 more days until she was allowed to visit her Daddy again, so for now, this little encounter would have to suffice. - MolicareGirl
  10. ((Private for ServantGirl_Katy and me)) Lukewarm water was running over my smooth alabaster skin, running in torrents over the curve of my back and over my shoulders, being subverted by the considerable hills of my generous chest to run in rapids between my breasts and onto my taught stomach, some of it pooling in my trimmed, red patch of pubic hair before dripping to the ground. I raised my chin, allowing the water to massage my neck, allowing my tense muscles to relax. My hand ran over my chest, feeling the soft buds of my nipples as I spread lotion over my body, taking my time, knowing that I had the locker rooms pretty much to myself at this hour. I was taking meticulous care to clean myself properly - the only part of me that wasn't getting soaked was my red-golden, curly hair - when I suddenly heard the sound of the door to the locker room. I jumped a little, more at the sound than at the unexpectedness of it and called out "Sis, is that you?" - but if there was a reply, I didn't hear it, as my little jump had knocked over my lotion and send it flying to the ground with a loud slap. By the time I had picked it up, I heard naked footsteps on the washroom-floor and soon after, a second shower sprung to life. Being thus pulled out of my zone, I decided that I was clean enough. I turned off the shower and instinctively pulled my arm over my breasts, as I suddenly felt strangely watched, even though I was still fully protected by my shower cabin. I reached for my towel, brushed myself up and finally wrapped it around me. I then stepped out and went to the locker area. Sure enough, only my own and my sister's bag were still resting on the benches. I still took a look around, feeling uncomfortable with even the idea of her seeing me naked before I even considered taking off my towel. In fact, we hadn't seen each other naked since we had been kindergarteners, playing in the garden in summer - at least as far as I knew - and I was strangely shy about being seen in all my womanly glory by my own sister. As I went over to my bag, I noticed with confusion that I couldn't find my street-clothes. I could have sworn that I had packed them earlier today, and I moved around a little to see if they had somehow fallen to the ground or under the bench, or whether I had stashed them in my locker. But with evidence clearly pointing to the contrary, it appeared that I must have forgotten to take an extra blouse and a pair of pants with me. At least I found a fresh thong in my bag. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to wear my cheerleading-panties, especially after practice, but I was put off by the strange lack of my clothes, so I quickly puleld on the thong over my legs without even removing the towel, being even more self-conscious than before. I pulled the silky cloth in place around my sex, and the string nestled in nicely between my firm, round buttcheeks. As I consoled myself with having to wear my cheerleading-uniform on my way home, and quickly pulled off the towel in order to put on my sports-bra, I realized that it was missing, too. This was getting weirder and weirder and beyond the point of me being able to explain it away. But even as I was starting to wonder whether someone was pulling a prank on me, I realized that I was standing almost naked inside the school's locker room. The other shower was still running in the washroom, and I was fairly certain that there shouldn't be anyone else here at this hour, but still, my shyness prompted me to quickly pull my uniform over my head, allowing it to brush over my unprotected breasts. There I was, in nothing but a thong and my cheerleading uniform, suddenly very aware of how exposed my buttocks were, covered only by a short skirt and not-covered by the string of my thong - not to mention the state of my breasts, which were resting firmly on my frame, but still felt strangely vulnerable, especially as my niplpes started to stiffen visibly from contact with the unfamiliar texture of my uniform... ...and before I had a chance to even put on my socks or shoes, I suddenly felt a strong hand grab my shoulder from behind.
  11. From the album Sissy's Likes

    I imagine that a close family friend has me come over to do some yard work and she decides to make me her gurl.
  12. (this story features a 'graduate' of the "Baby Training Program," as already mentioned in "The Baby Slave" and "How to Be AB". However, you don't need to read any of those to understand this one, its just an fyi) John struggled to get a good look at what was happening. With his head and hands held in place by the stocks he had been put into, he could just barely make out movement with the corner of his eye. His ‘trainer’- a woman he only knew as “Mommyâ€- was talking to someone. He had butterflies stomach, an almost nauseating mixture of excitement and nervousness. If he was finally sold, whoever that person was could determine whether the next portion of his life would be heaven or hell. He was glad he had finally finished training. He had been brought into the Baby Training Program suddenly, having been pulled off the street while heading to the video game store. Like many entries into the program, it was shocking, but not entirely unwelcome. He always had loved the idea of being treated as a baby, playing, getting taken care of and sleeping in a crib, snugly diapered and safe until the next day of games and comfort. He had been picked for his compatibility with it, his long internet search history of fetish stories, videos, and diapers being used as evidence. In some ways, it was better than going off to university and working 24/7 until he was 60. He almost felt as if he had dodged a bullet, even if he had doubts about where he had landed. However, there were certainly many portions of training he was certain he could have done without. As it was designed to prepare entries for any possible caretaker, and to be obedient to whatever they wanted, much of his training was spent getting punished rather than simply playing around in cute outfits. As males were usually more rebellious, his training had lasted several weeks before he was considered safe for sale. He blushed and wiggled his diapered bottom, remembering his last time over caretaker’s knee. He was still sore. Suddenly he yelped. A hand had spanked him hard, crinkling his padding and stinging his already bruised bottom. “Oh are you sore? It seems you must have earned yourself a spanking this morning. I’m sorry, I just saw you wiggling your bum like that, and with you already bent over and everything… the temptation was irresistible,†an edged but surprisingly calming female voice told him. It reminded him of the stereotypical upper class women he had seen in old movies, the kind that always referred to people as “darling†and smoked cigarettes in long holders grasped by gloved hands. “Now now, let him up so I can get a good look at him,†the voice said again. The bar holding his head and hands in place was unattached and lifted. He stood up and straightened his back, stiff from being bent over in the stocks all day. He raised himself to his full height- an unimpressive 5’. His slim build was clad only in Velcro strapped shoes, long socks, and a thick, white diaper which labelled him “BABY†in thick letters above pictures of similarly diapered teddy bears. His shoes, pacifier, and the letters on his diaper were all a matching baby blue. He let his shaggy brown hair fall in front of his and suckled his pacifier, hoping one of the two would hide him from the person who stared down at him. The person in front of him at was a tall, black haired woman dressed in an expensive looking jacket, skirt, and broad brimmed hat. She really did seem like someone like someone from an old movie. She ran a painted fingernail under his chin and tilted it up to look at her. “Well, aren’t you a cute one? Aww, he’s blushing! He must be shy. Don’t worry honey, I won’t hurt you. Well, as long as you’re good.†She said with a laugh. Despite her words, John still felt his face burn bright red. Was he looking at the face of his new caretaker, his mommy? He couldn’t meet her eyes for more than a moment, and turned his head down and suckled his pacifier for comfort. His trainer, a slightly shorter but heavily built brown haired woman who seemed perpetually angry, spoke to the woman. “Yes, he is often like this. If anything, it just makes him cuter. He will warm up to you after a while though.†“Oh that’s fine, you don’t need to sell him anymore. You’ve done your part. I want to hear what he has to say.†She grabbed the baby blue pacifier in John’s mouth and took it out. “Tell me little one, how do you feel about being a baby?†“I… ummm…. I don’t know,†John found himself at a loss for words. He had never really expected someone to ask him that, and he was nervous enough as it was. Speaking about it to a total stranger who may just have adopted him was almost horrifying. “You don’t know… Hmmmm… Interesting. Tell me this then: do you like your diapers?†John looked down quickly at what he was wearing, putting his hands down over it and hearing it crinkle. “Ummm… yes, I guess I do.†“You guess? And what do you like about them?†“Well… uhhh… they are comfortable, and soft, and they make me feel safe,†John said quickly, hoping for the conversation to end. “I see. And what about pacifiers? Do they make you feel safe too?†The woman asked. “Ye… yes. Yes they do.†“Alright then. Here, be a good boy and suckle, little one.†She stuck the pacifier back into his mouth. John was happy to obey, as it meant he didn’t need to keep speaking. “I’ll take him with me. I’ll sign whatever you need for him to come with me, and send the rest of the paper work to my lawyer. He will take care of it,†the strange woman said to his trainer. “Alright. I’ll need your name and you’re lawyer’s card. I’ll have his clothes, toys, spare diapers, and the rest of it taken to your car.†“My name is Catherine Hennessey,†The woman said as she signed the documents and handed his trainer his card. After a moment she turned back to John, crouching to look him straight in the eye. “Alright Johnny, you’re going to be coming with me now. I’m going to be your new mommy and take care of you. Don’t be afraid. It will be alright, ok?†She took him by the hand and lead him past crowds of wealthy adults who inspected diaper clad ABDLs, looking for one to adopt. Even though he only barely knew a few of them and had never even met the rest, John felt some connection to them. They all had been in a similar situation, waiting nervously to see if they would be adopted and taken into someone’s home, or sent back to training. John was elated that he finally got to go, but was uncertain about this strange woman who held his hand and insisted she was his “mommy.†She led him out of the gymnasium the sales were being held in. Eager to get away from it, he waddled as quickly as he could, the padding between his knees making walking normally difficult. She took him toward a dark black car. John was a bit taken aback by it. He didn’t know the company, but it seemed expensive. She opened the door and revealed dark leather seats. She picked John up and sat him in a baby car seat, making his diaper crinkle underneath his butt. She buckled him in. She got in the front seat and drove away. John turned to see his trainer waving at him, he waved back. The gym got smaller and smaller as it faded into the distance. When he finally couldn’t see it anymore, he let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into his seat. “Didn’t really appreciate being up for adoption there, did you, eh?†John jumped up, not realizing he had sighed audibly. “I always found the entire set up a bit crude, all those little ones tied up and being bid on. Not very nice at all for a poor little baby.†John blushed and looked down. “Don’t worry John. You won’t be going back there. I have everything you need at my house. It will be fun, you’ll see. Ok?†John nodded. “Good. From now on, you will call me mommy. You will always be in diapers, and I don’t want any argument or complaining on that part. You will act like a good little baby, and I will have fun showing you off to my friends. If you don’t, then you will quickly find yourself over my lap getting your little butt spanked then sniffling in a corner. Go a bit further, and you may find yourself gagged and tied in your crib, squirming with a sore and itchy bottom in a messy diaper. As much as I look forward to changing you, I have no issues with leaving you in your own stinky diapers to deal with the smell and rash if I decide you don’t deserve a change. But I don’t think that will be a problem, just keep being a good baby. Alright?†“Ye… yes Mommy.†John said nervously. He had expected there would be punishments, and if anything that seemed easier than most parents he had heard of. Still, he decided it was best not to test her. He could be an obedient baby. She pulled into the drive way of a large stone house. She walked around the car, opened John’s door, and unbuckled him. She lead him inside. “Now, first thing’s first. Much as your little diapered butt is adorable I think I want you in more than just that. Also, I don’t think I want you in blue. Come with me.†She practically dragged John up a flight of stairs and into another room. John gawked at what he saw. A massive nursery stood in front of him, with a crib, high chair, changing table with stacks of diapers, and piles of toys everywhere. There was even a TV! Perhaps he could convince her to get some video games… Even if she didn’t though, there was enough here to keep him entertained. During training he had learned to love all the little baby toys the trainer gave him. The rocking horse and piles of blocks looked almost as inviting as any video game. The only thing that he worried about was the color. The walls and decoration were all in a bright pink, more suited to a girl’s room than anything else. The toys seemed to follow this theme, seeming to consist of more dolls then the cars and trains he was used too. There was even a unicorn painted on the wall! “Now, let’s see…†the woman said as she went through a closet full of onesies and childish overalls. “Here we go!†She smiled happily as she took out a short sleeveless dress. It had a white chest with a pink skirt, collar, and shoulders. A pint teddy bear decorated the center. John backed away from it. “But.. but…†“What’s wrong?†“I’m a boy! Why do I have to wear a skirt!? Why is everything pink?†The woman crossed her arms and put on a stern face. “I know you are a boy. However, I happen to like my baby boys in pink. I think you will look just precious in this, and if I decide that is what you are going to wear, then that’s what you will wear.†“NO! I don’t want to!†John shouted, grasping his hands into fists and shoving them behind himself. “You can’t make me!†“Oh really? Arguing already. Alright, it seems you will need to be taught a lesson about how things work here. See that?†She pointed toward the wall. John followed her finger to see a thick wooden paddle, decorated with heart shaped holes, hanging. His eyes went wide and he instantly regretted arguing. “Ye.. yes,†he said. “I want you to go get it for me. Bring it to me then bend over my lap for your spanking.†“WHAT!? No! Please! I’ll wear it! I’ll wear it.†“I am going to close my eyes and count to three. When I open them, I’d better see your cute diapered little bottom face up on my lap and a paddle in my hand. If I don’t, you will get something much worse than a few spanks. One…†John looked at her, then at the paddle, then back at her. What would be worse than a spanking? “Two…. You’d better hurry!†He nibbled at his fingertips, uncertain of what to do. It took him a second to realize his pacifier had dropped from his mouth. “Two and a half…†With a squeal, John ran to the wall and grabbed the paddle. He put it into her outstretched hand and practically jumped onto her lap. “Three. Good baby! No, try not to squirm too much and this will be over sooner.†With that, she raised the paddle up and brought it down hard upon his bottom with a loud SMACK! He squealed and grasped her leg tightly, struggling not to reach back and stop it from coming down. The paddle struck him again and again until he was yelping with each spank. SMACK SMACK SMACK! She was merciless! At least the padding of the diaper softened the blows a bit… However, just as that thought passed through his head, he felt the woman pull down his diaper and continue on his bare bottom. Each smack stung even more without the padding, and it got worse and worse until he was practically bawling, tears running down his cheeks. Finnally she stopped. “Alright little one, have you learned your lesson?†“MMMhmmmm,†he said. “Good. Now I don’t want any more complaining from you.†With that, she picked him up and set him on the ground. She returned the paddle to its place on the wall, then grabbed the dress. This time, John raised his hands up without argument and let her pull it over his head. He faced himself in a nearby mirror. As he expected, the skirt was too short to completely cover his thighs, leaving his diapered state obvious to anyone around him. Aside from that, the dress fit him well, making him seem like the perfect little girl. He had to admit, he did look cute. The woman then dressed him in booties and a bonnet, colored to match his dress. She knelt down to face him. He was still sniffling from the spanking, and she wiped tears from his face. “Don’t be upset,†she said, putting a pink pacifier into his mouth. “I know that was a bit harsh, but as long as you behave, it won’t happen again. You’ll get used to wearing pink, as you can see you look adorable in it. Once we’ve let your hair grow a bit longer I can get some nice bows for it… You’ll be even prettier. And in the mean time you can have all the toys and games you want, and spend every day playing. Alright? Does that sound fun?†John nodded, feeling a bit better. “Good. Now let’s get you some supper, then tuck you in to sleep.†She picked him up and carried him to the high chair. Not for the first time, John was surprised at the ease with which she could carry him around. She sat him down and buckled the tray in place. The Woman left the room, then returned a minute later with a bowl of baby food and a bottle of milk. John stated at the mush in front of him. It didn’t seem very appetizing. “Haha, don’t worry, it tastes better than it looks, I promise,†the woman said, noticing John’s displeasure. “Now open for the airplane!†She took a spoon full and brought it to his lips. Reluctantly, John opened, and let it into his mouth. To his surprise, he found she was right. It was very sweet, he figured it must have been mashed fruits. He ate happily, letting himself get fed and eagerly opening up for the “airplane.†He kicked his feet excitedly and laughed when she made whooshing noises and moved the spoon around as if it was flying. Once he was done with the food, the woman took the bottle to his lips, and let him drink. He felt his stomach grumble when he was done and looked down, blushing. Soon he would need his diapers for more than just show. The woman laughed. “Haha, making me a present already? Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of diapers for you to use.†She continued to feed him the milk until the bottle was empty. “Alright, there’s a good baby. Now, it’s almost your bedtime,†John pouted as she said this, the sun was just barely below the horizon. “Now now, babies always have early bedtimes. It will give you more energy to play! Anyway, if you don’t want to have a very stinky and uncomfortable night, I suggest you fill up your diapers now so I can change you before bedtime. Alright?†John nodded. He was still a bit shy about messing in front of people, especially a woman he had just met, but he knew he wouldn’t last the night otherwise. He shifted his weight slightly, feeling his stomach gurgle, demanding release. He raised himself up and pushed. He felt his bowels release into his diaper, instantly filling it in causing it to inflate. He grunted as it poured out of him, coming with a string of loud and embarrassing “BRAAPTSâ€. When he was finally finished, he settled back into the seat, wincing as he felt the mush coat his bottom. It was slimy and a bit itchy, but surprisingly comfortable and war. He blushed as he looked at the woman and felt himself wet, adding to the mixture inside his diaper. “WELL! You really did a number on that diaper, didn’t you? I didn’t think you had that much in you! PEW YEW Stinky Boy!†She laughed, and John blushed deeper and whimpered. The smell had hit him, and really was very strong. He knew he was a stinky boy but didn’t like her pointing it out. “Awww don’t be upset, I am only teasing. Come on, let me get you changed.†The woman picked him up out of the high chair, resting a hand under his bloated diaper, and carried him to the changing table. She took his dress off and lay him down. She untapped the diaper, jokingly waving her hand in front of her nose as she did. She took a box of baby wipes and took one out. She cleaned him up slowly and gently, making sure to get everything. The wipes felt nice and cool against his skin, relaxing him. John looked at her working. He wouldn’t have believed a few weeks ago that he would soon be having his diaper changed by someone who adopted him as his mommy. But here he was, a little baby with a life of bottles, diapers, and toys. The change really was incredible. He smiled, and began humming through his pacifier. The woman looked at him and smiled back, glad to see he was enjoying himself. She finished cleaning him and spread sweet smelling powder over his diaper area. Next, she took out a fresh diaper, this time decorated with pink teddy bears like the one on his shirt, and lay it underneath him. He felt the thick padding underneath him and luxuriated in the softness. He felt it get pulled between his legs and taped on, locking him snugly and securely in its warm confines. Next she placed him on the ground, walked into the clothing closet, and emerged with a set of pink footed pyjamas. These ones had hearts drawn all over them, and “Princess†written in glitter across the chest. She pulled his feet into it, helped him get it on, then buttoned it up as he watched and suckled his pacifier. Like his diaper, the pyjamas were soft and comforting. “There, now don’t you look adorable?†the woman said, causing John to blush and smile. “I bet those are really comfy, aren’t they?†He nodded. “Good. And look! They have a flap for diaper checks, so you don’t have to take them off!†As John watched, she reached behind him and undid a bottom above his waist, letting the flap fall down and expose his diapered bottom. “Isn’t that a cute sight!†she exclaimed, patting his butt. He giggled as she redid the flap. Once again she picked him up, this time carrying him to a the oversized crib. She lay him down on the soft mattress and pulled the blanket up to his chin. She handed him a teddy bear and kissed his cheeks. “Goodnight my angel,†she said, walking to the door. “Goodnight Mommy!†he replied as she turned off the lights. He suckled his pacifier and squeezed his teddy bear, anticipating the days to come and his new life. He slowly drifted off to sleep.