A new story I'm working on

[daddyamadeus]

Hi all, I'd like to share what I've written so far on a new story I'm working on. Chapters one to four so far. 

The direction I'm aiming for is an abdl romance story, very much set in the real world. I see the early part of the story comprising of text message back and forth and video and phone chats between the two main characters as their relationship develops, eventually leading them to explore the world of abdl together. 

Any thoughts or feedback would be most welcome

 

 

Chapter One – First Dates

 

It was a damp and dreary January evening, on a quiet suburb of a small Norfolk town. The cold, icy weather from December had given way to milder, more humid conditions. Conditions, far more typical for the UK. The type of chilly, grey drizzle, that Britain is generally known for.

Chloe was sat in her bedroom, at her mother’s house, carefully getting herself ready for a date. She held her breath to steady her hand, as she gently applied a false eyelash with a pair of tweezers. When she was happy with it, she blinked a couple of times, before carefully applying the second one. She turned her head left and right to admire her makeup.

 

“Gorgeous!” she whispered, with a satisfied smile.

 

From between the lipsticks, mascaras and other assorted makeup which cluttered the dressing table, she reached forward and picked up her phone. She glanced at the time before checking for messages.

 

‘Half six...still nothing from Jacob,’ she thought to herself, before placing the phone back on the dresser. ‘Surprised he hasn’t messaged yet.’

 

Chloe sighed and went back to looking at herself in the dresser mirror, checking that she was happy with how she looked. Satisfied, she stood up and walked over to the full length mirror. She turned left, and then right, trying to inspect herself from each angle. She arched her back and stuck out her tummy.

 

‘Too much Christmas food’ she thought, as she turned again, looking at the reflection of her slim, petite figure in the mirror.

 

Chloe glanced over in the direction of her underwear drawer. Something inside triggered a brief flashback to a few weeks earlier. A night of humiliation and age play at Jerry and Angela’s house. Chloe felt herself blush, as she remembered how Angela had caught her hiding in the nursery. She cringed, thinking about how she’d been babied and humiliated, and she felt anxious as she was reminded of her bus ride home again, in nappies. How Jacob had caught a glimpse of her diaper, when she got off the bus.

 

‘Relax Chloe,’ she told herself. ‘He didn’t care about it. He wouldn’t have invited you out for a date if he did...’

 

Chloe walked over to the drawer and opened it. She looked down at the neatly folded underwear that filled the drawer, before brushing it to one side to reveal a pair of hidden nappies. The ones which Angela had given to her, as a departing gift from her little visit. Chloe’s imagination began to wander into a fantasy, as she lightly brushed her hand across the soft, plasticy material. She shut her eyes and thought of Jacob, and the text message he’d sent, the day Chloe had met him on the bus.

 

‘Maybe he’d want to see me wearing them again? Did he really mean it, when he said he thought it was cute?’ she pondered, as her mind played through an alternate scenario where she’d stayed on the bus and gone back to his house.

 

Chloe was suddenly jolted back to reality, as a voice from downstairs called up to her.

 

“Chloe!” her mother shouted from the kitchen. “Are you in for dinner tonight? I’m making spaghetti bolognese.”

 

Chloe quickly brushed her underwear back, to conceal the nappies, and slammed the drawer shut. She opened her bedroom door slightly and called back;

 

“No Mum! I told you, I’m going out with Jacob tonight!”

 

There was a brief silence from downstairs, before her mother shouted back;

“Ok dear, just make sure you eat something please.” The response filtered through a cacophony of clattering pots and pans from the kitchen.

“I will mum!” shouted Chloe, before closing her bedroom door.

 

Chloe went back to the dresser and picked up her phone again.

 

‘Six-forty, and still nothing from Jacob. Maybe I should text him, to double check we’re still on,’ she thought, feeling anxiety and paranoia begin to creep in.

 

Chloe hovered her thumb over the screen for a moment, before quickly tapping out a message.

 

CHLOE: “Heyy jst wanted to check we’re still on 4 tonite.

Cant w8 2 c U! xxxx”

 

SEND.

 

Chloe sat anxiously at the dresser, waiting for Jacob’s response. She tapped her foot nervously as she opened WhatsApp to check if Jacob had seen the message. Still on grey. Chloe’s mind began to wander.

 

‘What if he changed his mind? What if it’s a mean joke?’

 

Chloe took a deep breath and tried to relax herself. She opened Instagram and browsed through some ABDL posts, attempting to distract herself from the negative thoughts. She quickly found herself going back to WhatsApp, to check her message again.

 

‘Maybe he didn’t see it because he’s getting ready? Unless.... he thinks I’m weird after what happened on the bus?? Oh god...’

 

Suddenly, Chloe’s phone pinged. She snapped to attention, and realising it was a message from Jacob, almost dropped her phone in her haste to read it.

 

 

            JACOB: “Hi Chlo, yeah still on. Can’t wait. See U soon x”

 

Chloe breathed an enormous sigh of relief and took one last look at herself in the mirror.

 

‘How could he resist this?’ she thought, giving a little twirl and sticking out her bum, to admire her figure in the little black dress she was wearing.

 

Chloe turned out the light, closed the bedroom door behind her and quickly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen to say goodbye to her mother.

 

“You’re not going out like that, are you Chloe? You’ll catch a cold!” Her mother said, stirring a pot of bolognese sauce with one hand and holding a glass of white wine in the other.

 

Chloe ignored her and frantically looked around by the kitchen door.

 

“Mum? Have you seen my shoes?” she said, walking back into the hallway in search of them.

“Chloe? Did you hear me? You’d better wear a coat, it’s raining out there. The last thing you need is a cold right before you go back to University” her mother responded.

“My shoes Mum! Have you seen them? I need to go!” Chloe replied, moving into the living room to continue her search.

“Who are you going to meet? You’re off to see Lucy?” her mother responded, half focused on the TV game show that was blaring from the corner of the room.

“I told you Mum! I’m going to see Jacob!” Chloe shouted, running back up the stairs.

“Who’s Jacob?.... A boy?” her mother called back.

 

The sound of thudding and banging played across the kitchen ceiling, as Chloe continued to search for her shoes. Her mother sipped her wine and tasted the bolognese sauce, before adding a little salt. A moment later and Chloe came running back down the stairs and into the kitchen again, shoe’s in hand. She sat at the kitchen table and frantically fiddled with the straps, wrapping them around her foot and tying them neatly.

 

“Your coat, Chloe” Her mother said calmly, looking away from the TV.

“Yes Mum.” Chloe sighed, getting to her feet and grabbing her black, faux fur lined coat from the hallway.

“And who’s Jacob?” her mother called through.

“Just a friend” Chloe called back, as she zipped up the front of her coat.

 

Chloe stepped back into the kitchen and picked up her bag from the table. She quickly rummaged through to check she had her keys, before dropping her phone inside and pulling the strap over one shoulder.

 

“You won’t be back too late will you sweetie?” her mother asked, with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Not too late.” Chloe said, with a smile.

“Ok, well have fun and be sensible” said her mother, holding her arms open to give the girl a hug.

 

Chloe stepped over and hugged her mum goodbye, before stepping back, giving her a big smile and walking over to the kitchen door.

 

“Take care sweetie, love you” her mother said, giving a big smile in return.

“Ok, bye Mum, love you too,” Chloe said, before stepping outside into the drizzly rain and making her way down the path and onto the dark wet pavement of the quiet suburban street.

As she walked, Chloe pulled the hood of her coat up to cover her head. She bowed her head a little as the drizzle spattered across her coat, blown in from the gusty wind. Not wanting to spend any longer than necessary out in the grim January weather, Chloe marched quickly to the end of the road, and took cover under the bus shelter. While she waited for her bus, she pulled down her hood and rummaged through her bag to look for her purse.

            After a short wait, the bus arrived and Chloe bordered. She paid the driver and took a quick look down the bus for a seat. She saw a handful of gloomy looking people, sporadically seated around the bus. Chloe wobbled a little on her feet, as the bus pulled away, and she quickly made her way down to her usual seat, at the back. Chloe pulled out her phone and opened WhatsApp.

 

            CHLOE: “On my way now will b 10mins xxxxx”

 

Feeling excited, Chloe smiled and gazed out of the window. She watched street lights, cars, and Friday night revellers pass by. As she stared, she began to fantasise about what sort of things a future with Jacob might have in store for her.

 

‘I need to find out what he really thought about what happened on the bus last time’ she thought to herself, bringing her finger to her lips in contemplation.

‘Did he really mean it, when he said he thought it was cute? How cute? Is he secretly into ABDL? Or did he just say it to make me feel better?... I really hope he meant it,’ she thought, as she subconsciously made a mental note of where the bus was on its route.

‘How could I test him? Tell him outright? Subtly mention wearing nappies somehow? Maybe have a little accident to see if he wants to punish me... No that’s silly Chloe, that’s too much,’ she told herself, as she realised her stop was now approaching.

 

Chloe leaned forward and pressed the button. A flashback of her top riding up to reveal the waistband of a nappy played intrusively through her mind. Feeling a little flustered by the thought, Chloe cleared her throat, stood up and instinctively adjusted the hem of her coat, before shakily walking down the aisle of the moving bus to wait at the door.

            The bus pulled in at the stop, just across from the pub. Chloe thanked the driver and hopped off, pulling her hood up to keep the drizzle off. She anxiously waited for an opportunity to cross the road, before hurrying between the traffic, out of the wet and into the warmth of the busy town pub.

            Chloe nervously looked up and down as she made her way inside, past groups of revellers and lone drinkers. She slowly walked along the traditional burgundy patterned carpet, towards the bar.

 

‘Where is he?’ she thought anxiously, reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone.

 

One missed call from Jacob and a message. Chloe’s heart was filled with dread as she opened the message.

 

‘Please don’t say you’re not coming’ she thought, as she took a seat on a nearby stool and scanned over the text message.

 

            JACOB: “Hi Clo, soz running late. B there in 10. Jacob x”

 

‘Oh, he’s just late. Nothing to worry about’ Chloe thought, as a wave of relief washed over her.

 

From her seat, Chloe could see from one end of the bar to the other. Seven O’clock on a Friday night and it was beginning to get busy. The background chatter sounded like a dull roar, with the occasional cheer, or errant laugh making itself heard. Chloe looked towards the bar, which was already starting to look crowded. She contemplated getting herself a drink while she waited.

 

‘Maybe I should wait until he arrives,’ she thought, pulling out her phone to check the time.

 

Chloe looked up and caught a view of her reflection in the dark window beside her. She put her phone on the table, took off her coat and briefly checked her appearance in the window. She sighed impatiently and picked up her phone again.

 

‘It’s been ten minutes already... where is he?’ she thought anxiously, watching groups of young friends laughing and joking at the surrounding tables.

 

Growing impatient, paranoia and doubt entered Chloe’s mind. She gazed around at all the people appearing to have a good time and her mind wandered.

 

‘What if he’s not coming? What if it’s an elaborate practical joke? What if he’s laughing at me with his friends! Laughing at the girl who was wearing a nappy on the bus...’

 

Suddenly, Chloe’s train of thought was interrupted.

 

“Sorry I’m late,” came a familiar voice.

 

 

[dyperaby]

I enjoyed this and am looking forward to future chapters!

[daddyamadeus]

On 2/28/2023 at 4:20 PM, dyperaby said:

I enjoyed this and am looking forward to future chapters!

Thank you I'm looking forward to posting more soon. Currently taking a very short break from writing while I get my second book edited and ready for paperback, then I'll be straight back for chapter 5.

[Guilend]

I am enjoying this as well. 

[daddyamadeus]

15 hours ago, Guilend said:

I am enjoying this as well. 

Thanks glad you're enjoying it. Hopefully I'll have more to add soon enough