The Temptation of Adam (Parts 1-28)

[BabyJessica]

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[WBDaddy]

On 2/28/2025 at 8:41 PM, Nomadic said:

I started a new job a little while ago and it’s keeping me so, so busy and has really killed my opportunity to sit down and write.

Bless you.  This is literally what killed my writing output.  It turned out to be a shitty job, but it stepped me into a better job that paid better, but that only lasted a couple years.  Now I feel like my creativity is divided in so many places I can't focus on any one of them. 

[Nomadic]

14 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

Bless you.  This is literally what killed my writing output.  It turned out to be a shitty job, but it stepped me into a better job that paid better, but that only lasted a couple years.  Now I feel like my creativity is divided in so many places I can't focus on any one of them. 

I understand completely. This is my dream job and it allows significant creativity, problem solving, and public speaking. Many of my favorite things, and they pay me a lot to do it. It’s amazing, but it zaps the mind. 

[zepat]

This is easily one the best ABDL stories ever written. Can't wait to read more! You have great creativity @Nomadic 

[yesaguy]

Seeing this update is incredible!  Glad things have been going well for you @Nomadic!

 

Now that I know more is coming, it’s time to start the story from the top!!!

[Nomadic]

Chapter 28

I had no idea what the sound was that woke me up, but it was loud. It was a slamming sound that seemed to resonate off of the walls for a few seconds before fading away. I leaned up on my elbows and peered into the darkness. I could hear the shuffle around me… evidently the sound woke us all up. 

“What the fuck was that?” Molly asked with a sleepy drawl. 

“Dunno.” I responded. 

I listened intently for a moment more, and was met with silence. I heard Emmy roll around, then be still. I laid back down but had a weird feeling in my gut that something wasn’t right. Maybe not wrong, but it definitely didn’t feel right. 

I closed my eyes again, and fortunately fell back asleep, but it was a light sleep. 

“Addy, wake up.” I heard faintly. 

“Hey, wake up!” Molly’s voice called again. 

I rolled to her and opened my eyes. She was sitting straight up in her bed, her hand gripping on a bar, eyes wide. 

This sent a chill through my body. 

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“Someone screamed from the hallway, I don’t know who it was. It was a bad scream.” She said. 

Molly didn’t get panicked about anything. She was fearless.

“Just now?” I asked, still a little groggy. 

She nodded and peered towards the door. 

“I heard it too.” Emmy said. 

“Shit.” Molly replied. 

She kneeled up and pulled the latch of the crib and the bars slammed to the ground, bounced slightly, then settled. She threw her legs over and moved to the door, and slowly opened it. 

I followed her lead, with Emmy following close behind. 

The lights to the nursery were still off, the door still closed. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was after 8:30am, which was late for what we were used to. No cheery wake up at sunrise was out of the ordinary. 

Molly moved silently to the door and pulled on it, but met resistance. It was locked from the hallway. She pulled a bit harder, but it didn’t budge. 

“Are you sure you heard a scream?” I asked them both. 

They both nodded in unison. 

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Call it intuition, but I had a strange feeling. 

Molly pulled again on the knob, this time putting her weight behind it in a big heave. 

As she was pulling with everything she had, the knob twisted and the door flew open causing Molly to stumble backward and fall over her feet. She landed with a loud smack as her hands braced her fall and smacked onto the hardwood floor. Matty was standing on the other side, his hand extended to the door lock. 

“What the fuck?” He said in confusion. 

“What’s going on? They heard screaming.” I asked as I helped Molly back to her feet. 

She rubbed her hands on her night shirt, then winced as she tried to shake the pain away. 

“Shit, ouch.” She muttered to herself, examining her palms and rubbing her wrists. 

Matt looked back over his shoulder, then slipped inside the room and closed the door behind him. 

“Where’s Sam at?” He asked, peering past us at the dark room. 

“Sleeping still, I guess. Why?” Emmy answered, gesturing to the other door with a confused look on her face. 

He nodded, then lowered his voice. 

“Kathy and what’s-his-name… they just… like, they just left last night. They stole one of the cars and bolted in the middle of the night.” He said, hushed. 

“Whatdya mean?” Sam asked, peeking her head out from the threshold of the door. 

I heard Matt mutter under his breath, he wasn’t anticipating having to talk to her. 

“Where’d they go?” Sam asked. “Why did they leave me here?”

“I… uhh… I’m not sure.” Matt replied. 

We all jumped as the door opened again, with force. 

Charlotte moved quickly through the door and looked past each of us, her eyes darting until they landed on Sam. 

“I need to speak with you, dear.” She said in an urgent, somber voice. 

Charlotte walked past us, not so much as glancing in our direction, and moved to Sam. The two moved into the back room. 

“This can’t be good.” Molly said. 

“It’s not.” Matt replied. 

We waited for what seemed to be an eternity before Alice emerged again, moved to the door and left without another word. The door closed hastily behind her. 

We all walked slowly back to Sam. She was sitting on the edge of her crib with a shocked look on her face. 

“Are you okay?” Emmy asked as she moved to her side, taking a seat close to her. 

Sam stared at the floor, not responding to any of us. 

Sam moved her hand quickly away as I tried to take it, tried to comfort her from whatever was going on. 

“They… they’re dead.” She said flatly. 

“Who’s dea…” Molly asked, trailing off. 

I looked at Matt, he had a knowing look on his face. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

He shook his head and stayed silent, but Sam locked her eyes to his, waiting. 

“What happened to those mother fuckers? I hope it fucking hurt.” She said, sobbing deeply with distain. 

I could see her blank eyes become filled with rage.

“What happened to them?!” She growled. 

“They… uh… fuck.” He started. “Kathy and… what’s his name…”

“Don.” Sam added.

“Don. Right. Kathy and Don packed up last night and were planning to leave while everyone was asleep.” Matt said. 

“So what? How are they dead?” Emmy interrupted. 

Matt drew a deep breath and seemed to contemplate just staying silent, but the desperation in Sam’s eyes seemed to be too much to ignore. 

“I overheard Mark and Dan the other night, they were suspicious of the two of them. They were embezzling cash from the company little by little, but it added up… this was all a way for them to get here and find the account information. They snuck into the office during dinners and transferred out of some of the accounts into offshore accounts that I guess they had set up. They had a plan to leave before anyone noticed, but Dan knew what they were doing.”

Sam looked at him intently, she had a contorted look of anger building up. 

“When they tried to get away last night in one of the cars, Dan had Tim follow them. They realized they were being followed and sped off. They… I guess they hit an ice patch and slid off of the road and flipped. Tim said the car was absolutely destroyed. I overheard him on the phone with Mark. Tim checked and they were both gone.”

Sam’s rage had subsided a bit, she almost seemed happy. 

“That’s not all, guys.” He said with a pause. “Dan hacked into their emails and they had thousands of pictures and videos from here. Of all of us. They were going to extort Mark for more or they would go to the press, is my guess. They hid cameras all around… from the size of it, hundreds of hours of footage.”

We all froze with fear. Photographic evidence of what was happening. Of us like this. 

“They had everything. Our names… our real names. Addresses, phone numbers, family information, job history, social media… they were running all of it this entire time. They were going to blast everything public, I’m guessing, if they didn’t get what they wanted.”

“They used me.” Sam said softly. “They used me to get here. I was their fucking bait.”

“Sam… no.” Molly said, trying to reassure her. 

“They did. They forced all… they forced me to do all of this. They said they would pay me. They humiliated me. All for…” she choked. 

“I’m glad they’re dead.” She pushed out, then turned away and hid her face in her pillow. 

I looked at Molly, meeting her gaze. Both of us were powerless to help. At this point, there wasn’t much we could do. Sam kept her face turned, but her sobs subsided quickly. 

I think this was the first time that reality really started to set in that this wasn’t just a game to them. This wasn’t, as Matt said, just a fetish thing to them. People died because of this. Sure, maybe it was an accident, but the content that they were planning on going public with was so damaging that Mark had them followed. My mind began to play out what would have happened if they would have made it to the airport. Would they have just let them go?

I turned my head when the door opened to the nursery and heard multiple approaching footsteps. 

“So much excitement already this morning, huh?” Alice said before moving through the doorway to our room, a chipper facade plastered on her face. 

Monica and Charlotte were close behind, both looking like they’ve been running on little to no sleep. 

“Let’s not get bogged down in it, best to move on.” She chirped as the three moved in. “Matthew, should you be in here? Or should we go ahead and move you back in?”

Matt shifted away and left without a word, causing Alice’s lips to curl up in a devilish smile. 

“Fox in the hen house.” She said quietly. 

“Alright, girls… you heard her. Let’s get a move on.” Charlotte said after a moment of silence, none of us moving. 

I felt Monica’s hand on my upper arm, then a tug. I followed, helpless to do anything else but. 

Monica led me out through the nursery and down the hall to her room. I could hear Charlotte trying to get Sam off of her bed and the pleading from Sam to leave her alone before the door closed back. The loud click of the lock piercing the hallway. 

“What a mess.” Monica said as her door latched shut. 

Steve was sitting in the chair beside her bed, leaning forward with his hand on his forehead. 

“What the hell is going on?” I asked quietly when I saw his face, clearly distressed beyond the norm. 

“Language.” Monica quipped back, instinctively generating an annoyed eye roll from me.

“I’m assuming Matt told you, then?” Steve said somberly. 

I nodded and began to speak, but was quickly cut off. 

“Then you know.” He said. 

I paused for a second, but couldn’t contain myself. 

“No. This is not what I signed up for. This is way beyond what you and I talked about! This is fucked up and I deserve to know what’s going on!” I said in a low, controlled rage. 

This raised Steve’s eyebrow as he worked to stifle his frustration. 

“Young lady!” Monica started before being cut off. 

“No…” Steve interjected at Monica before turning to me. “You’re right. You deserve to some answers.”

He shifted forward in the chair, then gestured for me to sit on the bed. I did. Then Monica sat next to me, quietly. 

“Kathy and… Don?” He looked at Monica for confirmation, received it, then proceeded. “They were here to hurt us. All of us. Even you. They were planning on going to your family, Molly’s family, Emmy’s family… everyone they could think of with all of the pictures, videos, and whatever else they could scrap together. They were planning on releasing everything to every news outlet possible to destroy us. Unless we paid them. They were going to extort us for millions.”

I stared at him, I knew there was more to the story that he wasn’t telling me. 

“And?” I asked as the air became thick.

“And what, baby?” He replied, shifting forward in his chair.

“There’s more… I know there is.” I shot back.

“Like what?” He shot back, defensively. “You… look at you. Look at this. Look at Molly, Emmy, Sam… how do you think that would look to the outside world? Do you think the would look kindly on us? Do you think they would be sympathetic that we’re all able to make our own decisions? Or do you think we’d be torn apart, labeled as perverts and rapists, outcast from society, and have everything we’ve worked so hard to gain ripped out of our hands? How do you think that would go?”

“Steve…” Monica started, but his hand gestured her to be quiet.

He stared daggers through me. He wanted an answer to the question.

“Not good.” I choked out.

“Not good at all.” He replied back firmly.

He leaned back in the chair and kept his gaze firmly on me, not softening a bit. I could feel a chill cross over me, and the taste of bile in my mouth. Something still didn’t add up. If they knew they had all of the evidence they wouldn’t have just let them go, so why just follow them.  

“They didn’t die in a wreck, did they?” I forced out after a silent moment. 

He stared at me, unblinking. 

“Did they.” I repeated, but without question.

He glanced quickly up at Monica, then back at me. I could feel tension that I’ve never experienced with Steve. For the first time in his presence, I was afraid of him.

“That question is out of line.” He finally said, in a low, gruff voice. “You will not ask it again.”

“I deserve…” I started, but he quickly rose from his chair.

“You do not deserve to know anything else!” He yelled while grabbing at my shirt, easily pulling me from the bed and onto my bare feet.

I closed my eyes and pulled away, fearing a strike from him, but it didn’t come.

I heard him sharply inhale and slowly exhale, then felt is hand release me. I sank to the floor, my legs too weak to support myself and began to sob. This was not the Steve I knew. Not at all.

“Get her cleaned up, then bring her to my room.” He grumbled to Monica, then left the room, slamming the door behind him.

I felt the tears begin to run down my face, but couldn’t cry. I couldn’t catch enough air in my lungs to actually cry. Monica sank beside me and hugged me tight. 

“It’ll be okay, honey.”

I shook my head. I knew it wasn’t going to be okay.

She held me tightly for a moment more, allowing me to slow my breathing to a controlled level, then began to lift me to my feet. I struggled to rise, but finally did with her help. 

“I don’t want to go see him.” I pleaded, fearful of his rage. 

“You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.” She said back, but in an unconvincing tone. 

She led me into the hallway with her arms bracing me. The nursery was empty when we walked in. I eyed path to an exterior door that opened to the side of the house, trying to figure out if I could make a run for it. I knew I wouldn’t survive long, but I wasn’t sure I’d survive much longer here either. I knew deep down that Kathy and Don were murdered. They didn’t die by accident. Accidents like that don’t just happen. 

My mind was numb. I didn’t resist Monica as she undressed me and put a clean diaper on me. She dressed me in a pink dress and white tights before brushing my hair out and putting a bow in it. 

“Are you hungry?” She asked softly.

I shook my head, but it didn’t resonate with her. I fully expected her to unbutton her blouse, but instead she pulled a granola bar from her pocket and offered it to me. I ate it quietly, then sat passively as she brushed the crumbs off of the front of the dress before coaxing me up to my feet. 

“You’ll be fine, sweetie. I promise.” She said as she led me from the nursery and down the hall to Steve’s room. 

She opened the door for me, then closed it behind. I turned to her for reassurance, but she wasn’t there. It was just Steve and I now. 

He walked from the bathroom, now dressed in a suit and gestured me to the chair across from the one he was moving toward.

“Listen… I am sorry. I didn’t mean to react like that.” He said quietly, but forcefully. 

I didn’t respond and kept my gaze at the floor, wishing I would have run into the cold winter landscape when I had the chance. 

He shifted forward and put his hand on my knee. I pulled away instinctively. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, damn it.” He said with frustration in his voice. 

I turned my head up a little, then brushed the hair from my face to look at him.

“It’s hard to trust that right now.”

“Why do you say that?” He asked, seemingly insulted. 

I maintained my gaze, but didn’t respond. 

He exhaled sharply and held his hand out. I looked at it but didn’t move to it. His fist clinched, then he brought it to rest on his thigh. 

“Knowing everything won’t change anything, you know.” He said quietly, beginning to squeeze his leg. 

I pondered this for a moment, trying to think of some way to figure out what was actually happening. 

“Knowing something may help though.” I meekly replied. 

He pondered this for a moment, then looked around the room and sighed. 

“Okay, fine. What?” He said, coldly. 

I looked at him but didn’t say anything. 

“Go ahead, what do you want to know?” He said sharply this time. 

“Was it an accident?” I asked. 

He sat for a moment, then looked me in the eyes with intensity. 

“It was unfortunate.” He said. 

I looked at him puzzled. 

“They wanted to hurt you. I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” 

“What happened?” I asked, my heart skipping as he spoke. 

“I don’t think you need to know specifics. Just know that I keep my word, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?” He replied. 

I couldn’t believe my ears, though it confirmed what I knew to be true. 

“Are we okay?” He asked, squeezing my thigh. 

I didn’t pull away, and slowly nodded. I didn’t realize I had another question until it escaped from my lips. 

“Can I leave here? Now?” 

This caught us both off guard. I looked at him for… something. Confirmation? Forgiveness? Reassurance? I wasn’t sure. 

“No, you can’t.” He said back. 

He said more, but I don’t know what he said. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the realization that there was no exit to this. I’d been under the impression since the very start that if I really wanted to leave, I could. I may not get money, and I may have to try and start over, but I could get out if I truly wanted to. 

“Can you please just try?” He said, his hand gripping mine, shaking me out of my thought. 

“What?”

He looked at me confused. 

“Just don’t make waves. You’re special to everyone here, they see you. They listen. Just try, for me. Let them know that it’ll all be okay.”

His voice was pleading, but his eyes weren’t. 

“Just make it all seem okay?” I asked. 

“Can you do that for me?” He answered. 

I nodded softly. No good would come from not. 

“Thank you, baby. Thank you.” He said in a bright, cheerful tone that made it seem like all the water had washed under the bridge. 

He stood, lifted me, and hugged me tightly before kissing my forehead. 

His embrace felt good, even given the situation. I carefully put my hands around his abdomen and hugged him back. 

“God, I miss this.” He said after a momentary embrace. 

I did too, as much as it pained me to realize at that moment. 

He broke the hug after a few more seconds and sat back in the chair, but moved me in front of him with his hands on my hip. 

“I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve become.” He said, his eyes wandering around me. “So feminine, so delicate.”

He ran his hands up and down my body, then ran his fingers through my hair. 

“It’s gotten so long and soft.” He said, twirling it around a finger.

He was right, it was nearly to my shoulder now and had become much thicker. I felt myself blushing, though I didn’t want to. 

He traced my jaw line with his hands, then down my neck. He was examining every part of me. Everything that had changed in me. His desires were now physical changes to my body. My face was as smooth as silk, as was the rest of my body now. 

His hands went on to trace my chest, pausing to feel the budding breasts below the pink cotton dress. They were sensitive, and his touch felt nice. He didn’t linger though, and was soon back at my hips with both hands. 

He pulled me forward. I tried to resist, but I was too weak to do so. He moved me onto the chair, now straddling his lap, our bodies close. There was a gentile rustling as the diaper beneath my dress pressed into him. His hands closed behind my back, then pulled me forward again. 

“Steve, I don’t…” I started, but he pulled my head in and forced me into a kiss. 

I knew what he wanted, and I knew what I wanted. While they were the same thing, I knew it wasn’t right. Not now. 

I pulled away, causing the pressure on my back to increase. He pulled me further forward and began to aggressively kiss my neck. 

“I can’t do this right now, it doesn’t feel right.” I said in a heavy breath. 

It didn’t slow him down. In fact, he sucked and licked harder at my collarbone. His hands pulled me in tight, I couldn’t pull away both from his strength and the leverage he had over my body. 

Within a few seconds, the cotton dress was pulled up and he was nibbling at sucking at my swollen nipple. This shot electricity through me like never before. He hadn’t done this in a long time, and never since the hormones kicked in. It felt otherworldly. I could feel waves of pleasure radiating over my body causing me to nearly spasm on his lap. His tongue was rough, slick, and strong while his mouth pulled the perfect amount of suction to walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. 

“Oh my god…” I said quietly, my throat nearly locking up with each word. 

This only made him more focused. He switched nipples and caused the sensations to start all over. I reached up with my hand and squeezed the nipple he had abandoned. This quickly caused one of his hands to move to it and push mine away before pinching and squeezing it with his own hand. 

I’d been so far from an orgasm for so long that I was almost confused when those feelings began to rise. I found myself beginning to gyrate against him while he continued to put his focus on my chest. My abdomen tightened and my breath became hard and fast as I felt my body begin to approach what I could only assume was an orgasm. 

He stopped abruptly, and picked me up without effort, spun, and tossed me gently onto the bed on my back before moving his torso between my legs and resuming where he had left off. 

“Oh my god, Steve.” I said quietly. 

He slapped my thigh sharply, but didn’t stop. 

“Daddy. Oh, fuck… daddy.” I corrected without thinking. 

My hip gyrations became his. He was thrusting against me. I could feel his hard cock beneath his pants pushing hard at my diaper, causing the chastity to push into my thighs. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, forcing his face deeper into my chest. He responded with a few subtle bites of my nipple causing my back to arch against him. 

He was emitting a low growl as his hands moved up my body and push my arms above my head. He moved his mouth over my neck again as he pulled the dress back down. 

“Still want me to stop?” He asked slyly between kisses. 

The part of me, the most of me, that was objecting had left a while ago. I was putty in his strong hands and he knew it. 

My mind went into a blank space, I was only focused on sensation at this point. I don’t know if it was the lack of intimacy recently, the escape from reality, or the effect of the hormones on my body… or likely all three… that were driving me to a primal state of mind. All I knew is I needed this. 

Steve pulled back from my neck and stood. He was leaning against the mattress, my legs still wrapped around his torso. The dress had ridden up, the childish diaper just visible under the white tights, and the pink cotton girls dress drew a stark contrast from what was happening at the moment. 

Steve looked at me deeply in the eyes. He was a predator, and I was his prey captured in a corner. His hands rubbed my legs, up to my hips, then came together on top of my diaper. He began to massage it, but there wasn’t much sensation there to speak of. It almost seemed like that part of me was absent now. 

I watched him as his eyes explored me more. 

“I can’t believe what it’s done to you.” He said so quietly, I’m sure it was for himself. 

“What?” I inquired. 

“Everything. Your chest, your waist, your hips, your face, your hair… it’s like you’ve been this way your entire life. I love it.” He said slowly as his fingers teased his words. 

I’m not sure I wanted to react the way I did, but I loved hearing it. I yearned to be what he wanted me to be. I would change anything and everything for him to be happy, at least right here, in the moment I would. 

Steve’s eyes shifted to the bedside table as his phone lit up and vibrated. He pulled away from me slowly and walked to the table, leaving me with my legs spread on the bed, and silenced the ring. 

He turned back at me with an intimate look, then opened his nightstand drawer and pulled something out, but I couldn’t see what. 

He walked over to the door next and secured the lock with a click, then flipped the lights off. There was enough sunlight streaming from behind the thick curtains for me to watch him walk back over to me. 

I heard the metal clink of his belt as he undid it, followed soon my soft sound of his pants fell to the floor. His jacket and shirt fell soon after. 

He moved next to me and laid on the bed, then rolled over onto his back. His hand extended under the small of my back and he twisted me around and on top of him, then shifted me around again. I followed his lead and was soon facing his feet. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out the next steps and I soon had his cock fished out of his boxer briefs and in my mouth. I sucked aggressively, spinning my tongue quickly around the head. I could taste a substantial amount of precum and realized that my dry spell was his dry spell as well.

I heard a faint click, then felt a strong vibration on the front of my diaper. While his hands didn’t cause much of a sensation, this certainly did. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and turned my head back. He had a grin on his face as he held a pink wand against my crotch. He winked, then refocused his attention while I did the same. 

The vibrations made it difficult to focus. They were intense, and so wonderful. I could feel that feeling building up again and wished I could have this feeling and him sucking on my chest at the same time. I knew I wouldn’t last long with either, but my mind was seeking overload now. 

With my focus shifting from my crotch to his cock over and over again, I stopped with the fancy tongue work and just moved his cock up and down as quickly as possible. Every time I would get into a rhythm, he would move the wand a little and cause me to lose it again. It was the best kind of torture imaginable. 

While my focus was split, he was able to stay focused primarily on his pleasure. It wasn’t very long before I felt his other hand move up to the small of my back and apply pressure between my shoulder blades intermittently, timing the up and down movement of my head to his liking. 

I felt his cock expand soon after, and fought a little to him from going into my throat with his assertive motions, then moved my tongue up to cover my throat in preparation of the impending. 

His hand tightened into a fist and squeezed hard at my back causing the dress to pull on my next slightly. He began grunting and thrusting his pelvis up into my mouth. I moved one of my outstretched hands to the base of his cock and rested my elbow on this hip to make sure he didn’t move too far up without warning, then felt as the first powerful blast coated the back of my mouth with warm, thick cum. This was followed by multiple more blasts which added to the large amount pooling between his shaft and my lips. I let him ride the wave and come to a complete stop before increasing the suction and pulling his cock from my mouth, careful not to spill any cum as I lifted up. 

It was out with a pop, and a quick wipe from my hand to get the long string of cum that connected my lips to his cock head.

I could hear him deep groan as I repositioned, taking my elbow off of him, then twisted. I looked back at his cock and saw a small drop of cum run out. I leaned down and put it back in my mouth and sucked a little more to make sure it was all out, then sat up and swallowed. It went down easier than I remembered. 

“I missed that.” He said in a pant. 

I blushed a little, but didn’t say anything. He laid there for a moment, then brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed for a second, then sat up and pulled his boxer briefs back up. 

I tried my best to look seductive, though didn’t know how to pull that off in my current state. I pulled the hem of the dress up to my upper thighs and brought my hands to my chest and played with my nipples. I was hoping he would pick up on my signal that I wanted to continue. 

Fortunately he did, and within a few seconds he had the wand pressed deep into my diaper and his lips were locked firmly on my chest. 

My prediction was correct, within 30 seconds from him beginning, my hips were bucking and I was beginning to see spots dance on the ceiling.

“Oh, god. Oh my god! Daddyyy… oh my…” I said without realizing. 

This caused him to press just a bit harder with the wand while wiggling it around, and flatten his tongue down on my left nipple while sucking harder than he had yet. 

This sent me over. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. It was like no orgasm is ever experienced. It felt like electricity pulsating from my soul over and over again. 

I came down after a minute and saw Steve’s grin staring down at me. 

“Oh my god.” I muttered. 

“Good?” He asked, lightly pinching my nipple, causing me to jump. 

“Like nothing ever.” I said, rolling my eyes back in my head. 

Steve stood up and redressed, then helped me up and straightened my dress out. He squeezed at the front of my diaper and told me to tell Monica that I was overdue for a change. I rolled my eyes at him… it wasn’t fun going from being sexual to being infantilized so quickly. 

Steve moved to the nightstand and dropped the wand into the drawer, then grabbed his phone. He got a somber look on his face, then turned and sat in the chair. I could see the screen, and the 12 missed calls glaring brightly back. 

[D503]

Oh wow, what an update! It's getting serious now and quite morally ambiguous. So good. It has me thinking Addy will go to the dark side while Molly, once she learns of the killings, could attempt escape... and, well, Addy may face a diabolical dilemma.

And just to show my cards, I think I'm on team Dark Side atm, whoops!

[yesaguy]

Fantastic chapter!  What a turn!!

 

Question @Nomadic: does this chapter pick up where 27 left off?  In 27 Molly and Addy were going to spend the day alone together.  Do the events of 28 occur that same night, thus disrupting the day?  Or are we to assume they had their fun and this is some time later?

 

Can’t express how happy I am this is continuing.

[Nomadic]

49 minutes ago, yesaguy said:

Fantastic chapter!  What a turn!!

 

Question @Nomadic: does this chapter pick up where 27 left off?  In 27 Molly and Addy were going to spend the day alone together.  Do the events of 28 occur that same night, thus disrupting the day?  Or are we to assume they had their fun and this is some time later?

 

Can’t express how happy I am this is continuing.

No time lapse from the previous chapter. Unfortunately, the events of the day ruined their planned fun. Now that life is becoming interesting and there’s a threat, people are going to be tested a bit differently. 

[Lost Little Neppy]

That was a hard chapter to read through. The subtle threats, the coerced sex, and the fact that Kathy and Don were dealt with as many people who either blackmail or whistleblow are dealt with. This makes me think that things will change in the group. Who's to say one of the "kids" won't tell what happened? Granted, with a contract, they would possibly be in huge legal trouble, but still.

[yesaguy]

1 hour ago, Nomadic said:

No time lapse from the previous chapter. Unfortunately, the events of the day ruined their planned fun. Now that life is becoming interesting and there’s a threat, people are going to be tested a bit differently. 

Gotcha.  That’s what I had thought.

 

Another question - it was mentioned but never described - has Monica been changing Addy’s messy diapers this past couple of months?

 

again, can’t tell you enough, the best Abdl themed story that’s ever been written.

[Nomadic]

17 minutes ago, yesaguy said:

Gotcha.  That’s what I had thought.

 

Another question - it was mentioned but never described - has Monica been changing Addy’s messy diapers this past couple of months?

 

again, can’t tell you enough, the best Abdl themed story that’s ever been written.

Monica has taken the role of the primary caregiver to Addy, Alice to Molly, and Charlotte to Emmy. Sam is in a bit of a bind now, though. The primary are responsible for every aspect of primary care, including all diaper changes. 

[Nomadic]

Hello, everyone!

The story has definitely started to turn a bit darker now, as I’m guessing you’ve noticed. Fair warning, that’s likely to continue. I’d advise caution, but frankly, it’s been pretty darn graphic already. 
 

I’ve already written the next chapter and hope to have it up in the next few days after I can proof and revise. Again, the theme is getting darker for all characters involved, but it feels like the right direction. 

I would love any feedback that you all have, good or bad, as I work on my writing style. As said before, this is purely a hobby, and only done in my spare time, so hopefully perfection isn’t the expectation. If you prefer, you can message me directly if you think writing something negative here wouldn’t be cool. I welcome all feedback here though, it won’t bother me. 
 

Thanks for reading, and a huge thank you to those leaving comments. That’s what keeps me going!

[WBDaddy]

On 3/10/2025 at 6:27 PM, Lost Little Neppy said:

the coerced sex

I mean, that treads right up to the line, but I don't think it crosses it.  One of the challenges of a D/s relationship is that no doesn't mean no until a safeword is uttered, and I'm pretty sure the contractual relationship here meets that level.  One might make the case that the original contract makes everything that happened after it "coerced" in a manner of speaking, because no explanations were given, no safewords were ever actually established, and here and now, there's not even a way out.  

But the sex itself?  I'm not calling that coerced.  He willingly participated in and enjoyed that, even if there was mild resistance at the outset. 

[Cute_Kitten]

Very nice to see an update to this story and I'm glad it's going to continue. Well done as always. Things have definitely taken a darker turn with the murders and calls into question how safe Adam and the others truly are. It also makes me wonder if Adam ever truly did reach a breaking point and wanted out no matter the cost or consequences of breaking the contract etc, would Steve actually let him go? The more the story progresses, the more I believe Steve is a selfish person. He sees Adam as a posession, a thing, a toy or a pet. Sure he cares about Adam on some level- the same way someone might care for a prized posession or a favorite pet, not as a romantic partner he loves with autonomy of their own. 

As for the sex, I don't see it as coerced. Adam was certainly reluctant at first but Steve convinced him. As WB already said, Adam willingly participated and enjoyed it. IMO Adam was only reluctant because to him it felt like an inappropriate time with the murders and all and he was still rattled and scared from that. 

[D503]

Hope we can see that new chapter soon! 💙