alex_bridges

Mary and Daphne #139

I can’t help myself: I like Sundays. I used to get the Sunday Scaries, but early retirement did away with those, so now it’s just church in the morning (which we’re still doing on Zoom), and then anything I want. I can mostly do anything I want any day of the week, but I can do it with Mary on Sundays. I know some couples who don’t do much together and some who don’t do much apart, and whatever works for them. But I’m firmly in the doing most things together camp. And at night, in...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 11

Eric looked at his wrist and ankle, covered by the sleeper, and realized he hadn’t seen the bands with his name and barcode when he woke up. Eric didn’t know the safest thing to do. He didn’t even know the name of the giant who was carrying him. He knew for sure he didn’t want to upset them. He opted to fall back on his old habits and go along with what was happening until it made sense to speak up, which hopefully would be very, very soon.

“What’s wrong,” Amanda asked, no...

A Christmas Special

This is a sequel to A Thanksgiving Special, available wherever the best diaper stories are found (like here). Check out the original story or dive on in.

­­____________________________

Purely by coincidence, it was one day short of a month since your life had changed, Thanksgiving falling on November 25th and today being December 24th. You had lain wondering how many...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 10

Eric came to more quickly the second time, chest down on what his body knew was cotton, and he felt no pressure on his hips anymore. He moved. He was sore. He was stiff. He felt bruised.

“He’s moving a little,” he heard a voice whisper. Eric didn’t know which way he was facing except away from the voice.

“Okay. Wait outside so he doesn’t get frightened again, and I’ll wait for him to wake up,” he heard another voice say. Both voices were feminine. Eric’s brain wa...

Mary and Daphne #138

I really gotta stop letting Mary make decisions. I mean, they’re not terrible. They’re just not as good as the decisions I make. I’m a great decider. I see the forest and the trees. I see the whole board. I see … other stuff … and things too.

And how amazing that I can see so much from the corner. Bare bottom corner time isn’t my favorite. It’s boring. And it’s kinda cold. There are goosebumps on the back of my front. And the kicker is I don’t even know what I...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 9

Eric saw a rabbit and held still. He wanted this rabbit to be his friend and slowly crouched down and held out his hand and chirped in the best imitation of a rabbit he knew.

The rabbit stood perfectly still thinking its mottled brown coat hid it against the earth but it was summer and the earth was at its most vivid green and the speckled fur did nothing to hide its outline or its perfectly round black eyes or the twitch of its nose or the glint of sunlight off the ends of its whiskers...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 8

“I think he’s waking up,” Eric heard, echoing as if in a tunnel, but close. It was a soft voice, tentative.

“Are you waking up, hun? Are you waking up,” Eric heard, echoing still, but closer than before. It was another soft voice, higher, the voice one uses when speaking gently to a very young child, melodic, overly enunciated, excited, abbreviated. Trapped behind his eyelids, Eric heard the voices in the blackness. He couldn’t move his body, and he couldn’t open his eyes....

Mary and Daphne #137

It’s a cardinal sin to get off of Mary’s lap before she tells me I’m allowed, but the rule isn’t strictly enforced. At the sounds of the doorbell, I managed to spring myself upward, yank up my pajama bottoms over the absorbent undergarment Mary put me in before bed the night before, and get under the blanket without my feet ever touching the floor. I can acrobat when I need to. Well, not really and I probably couldn’t execute that maneuver again in a hundred years … at least not o...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 7

“Yes, I’m sure,” Eric answered as he looked into her eyes, trying to make sure she could see he was sure, wanting to give to her that confidence.

Cheryl held the form in front of Eric, who took the pen and made his initials and signed his name.

Cheryl signed, and Tish signed as witness. Cheryl closed the folder, dropped the pen back into her pocket, and took up Eric’s hand again. Tish looked from Eric to Cheryl and back again.

“Are you both ready,” she asked.

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 6

It was the day. Eric hadn’t slept the night before. Nothing was packed, nothing was cleaned. His apartment, the spare space he called his looked like his on any other day, and that’s how he wanted to leave it, ready for him to return as though he were going away for a long weekend.

Eric showered and hung his towel to dry and dressed as he would on any other summer day when he wasn’t going to work, and then he paced until he willed himself to sit and paced again when he couldn’t ...

Mary and Daphne #136

“Daffy,” my beautiful bride asked me, “take a look at this.” We were on the couch, her with her tablet at one end, me with my phone at the other with my knees drawn under my blanket, cups of cocoa on the coffee table because it was finally chilly enough to drink hot things again.

I sat up and scooted over to her. “What?”

She tilted her tablet toward me to reveal Twitter. “Why is this funny?”

I looked at the meme. I read some of the comments. “I don’t know...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 5

Five more weeks passed, Eric’s choice to linger a bit longer in his world.

Eric had put in his notice and finished the last of his business. Each case file he handed off hurt, but not as much as Eric expected. Not that it was easy, either. Each file was a person, and each person had stories, and he wanted to know how they ended. He knew what the latest chapter said: one more person walked away.

To keep his mind off things, when he wasn’t with Cheryl, Eric drove a lot,...

Mary and Daphen #135

“Hhh,” I may have gasped when Mary snuck up behind me. Or, as she would put it, walked across the room innocently because she needed to get to the other side of it.

“Why are you so nervous,” she asked me. I could tell by her why-is-Daphne-being-weird-again face that she had verbalized the more polite version of her question.

“I’m not. I’m just … jittery. Too much coffee or something.” I could see her face shift into its why-is-Daphne-always-weird look.

“W...

Mary and Daphne #134

There’s a penis on our floor. Just … yep. So I guess I should explain how that happened.

“Daffy,” Mary called to me as she emerged from our kitchen.

“What’s up,” I said as I didn’t look up from my video game. I was winning! Mostly. Doesn’t happen often so I wasn’t about to pause.

“That was Sandy. She had a favor to ask.”

“What? D’oh!” Okay. Pause.

“She has a new play partner and wanted to know if she could do a scene with him at ou...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 4

“Excuse me,” Eric said as he stood up from the table. “I have to take this.” Hands shaking, Eric stepped outside his office. Taking a deep breath, his finger missed the talk button on the first try.

“Hello?”

“Hi Eric,” Cheryl said. “How’s your day going?”

Eric looked over his shoulder through the glass door of his office. It was a good case, as far as cases went. A new mother with no job and not sufficiently educated about how to raise a child. Problems...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 3

“So that’s everything. You passed the Adoption Agreement Test, you’ve provided us with all the paperwork we need on your finances, and all you have to do now is decide if you want to go through with this. If so, just sign the consent form and the forms turning your property over to us in the event of adoption,” the agency attorney said.

Cheryl interjected, “You don’t have to decide right now. You can take your time.”

“I’ll do that,” Eric said. “Um, I’ll mak...

Mary and Daphne #133

It was sorta unspoken that with me not working I’d be taking on a larger share of the housework. I mean, I gotta pull my weight around here, dainty as I am. Gotta pull on my big girl pants and … clean up after myself cuz I have a habit of not doing that. Sure, the occasional dish goes missing and turns up in Mary’s office (plates and bowls and glasses, not hot little ol’ me though I am quite a dish if I do say so myself which I just did), but the general clutter in other rooms of the ...

A Thanksgiving Special

"No," she says. You hate hearing that from your partner. It makes you feel like a scolded child sometimes.

"But honey," you try, chuckling and confused. Is this a sex game? Does she really want you to go to Thanksgiving dinner at her parents’ commando? You reach again.

"No," she says firmly and slaps your hand just as your fingers brush the fabric in your underwear drawer. "I said no. Not after last time."

"It was an accident," you plead, though deep down you know that onl...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 2

Three weeks and a half weeks passed, long enough for Eric’s life to feel normal again. The heady anticipation of the first meeting led to anxious waiting and, ultimately, an anticlimax. Despite Cheryl’s recommendation, Eric didn’t contact the agency’s therapist, and he didn’t contact or hear from Cheryl. Then came the call three days ago: we should be wrapping up your background investigation soon. Are you still interested with proceeding?

As Eric waited in Cheryl’s...

Mary and Daphne #132

The picnic was my idea. Specifically, having a picnic and to make turkey sandwiches for it. Also, the array of sides and the dessert. The activities surrounding the picnic were Mary’s idea. I informed Mary of the menu (and that I was taking her on a picnic, when she asked me why I was telling her I got potato salad because I forgot to say the picnic part first) well in advance of the event, whereas Miss Mary I’m So Funny (which she is not!) sneak attacked me. When I say she’s a ninja I ...

Done Adult Vol. 1 Ch. 1

I've been meaning to edit and post my first ABDL novel, Done Adulting, for well over a year now, and once the first volume is up, I'll do the same for Volume 2. In the meantime, please enjoy this sweet story about a young man who decides to adopt himself out to the Diaper Dimension.

___________________________

“So why are you here?” She smiled when she said it; you could tell it was routine, the first question she always asked, and the smile was just good service. Sta...

Mary and Daphne #131

I’m just a woman making lunch. And yes, I know you’re used to me protesting my innocence, but that’s only because I always am. Really. I’ve never done a crime or misdeed. Because, um, it’s not a crime if a princess does it.

Just standing at the counter making lunch, and a sneaky someone snuck up behind me and folded the back of my skirt up. “What are you doing,” I innocently asked. I started to turn around, and this sneaky someone’s hand on my shoulder stopped me … and...

Mary and Daphne #130

“No,” Mary said to me like she’s in charge of anything which she’s not because I am! Hmmph!

“Mary, please!” I’m in charge and polite. Just because you’re in charge doesn’t mean you shouldn’t say please. And, um, ask permission. Really.

“I said no twice already. Do I need to say it a third time?”

“But … but … I don’t want to. Please may I go use the bathroom?”

“Nope. You’re too little.”

“I am not little!”

...

Mary and Daphne #129

I like Mary. I even love Mary. But she can be such a pain in the butt. Apparently, I’m not even allowed to break a lamp anymore. Which is how I’m spinning this because it’s my story and everybody can shush.

“Daphne,” Mary called to me from the top of the stairs, “are you okay?”

“Yeah! Um, fine.” Don’t come down don’t come down don’t come down. Aw, crap – she came down. “Hi.”

“What happened?”

“I fell and bumped into the table...

Mary and Daphne #128

“Daffy?” Mary asked me with a very quizzical look on her face. “Honey?”

Not that I was getting teary, but I was, and I think she was probably wondering why since nothing had happened in the past few seconds that she could see. But I could see it.

“(Sniffle).”

“What’s wrong,” she asked and put her arms around me. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry (sniffle-snort).”

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t wanna say.”

“Well,...

Mary and Daphne #127

“Mary,” I shouted. “Mary!” She arrived in the room skittering across the floor in her socks. Not a foot fetishist, but she’s just so wholesome and scrumptious in her socked feet.

“What?!?”

“We have an emergency,” I said with her looking at me like I had better have an actual emergency or I’d come to regret shouting like I did. I took a calculated risk. That’s me, Risk Taker. One of the world’s all-time great gamblers, actually. If I only I knew the rules to...

A Mary and Daphne Haloween Special

I really gotta stop letting Mary make decisions. I mean, they’re not terrible. They’re just not as good as the decisions I make. I’m a great decider. I see the forest and the trees. I see the whole board. I see … other stuff … and things too.

And how amazing that I can see so much from the corner. Bare bottom corner time isn’t my favorite. It’s boring. And it’s kinda cold. There are goosebumps on the back of my front. And the kicker is I don’t even know what...

Daphne's Halloween Costume

All characters are 18+.

I had KawaiiOmo draw Daphne in her Halloween costume. You can find her links here.

Mary and Daphne #126

“Sometimes I think you were a kitten in another life, Daffy.”

“Why a kitten,” I asked while laying my head in her lap.

“Because you make cute little kitty noises when I rub this little part of your ear.”

“I do not! And I’m not blushing,” I said as I blushed because she straight up called me out. “Why do you do that anyway?” I got other rubbable places besides my earlobe, and she knows the way to find them.

“To hear you make that noise.”

...

Mary and Daphen #125

“I’m sorry,” Jane said to me after lunch.

“I know. It’s okay.”

“No, I mean I’m sorry. I always thought you kinda liked getting in trouble and the teasing.”

“I do, but it’s more fun if I actually did something to get in trouble. I don’t like it when … And I only do the diaper thing because Mary likes it … And I’ve never done the other thing in them. Ever.” I blushed even to say it. I don’t even want to give voice to the word.

“You …...