“V?”
Vanessa blinked awake, bleary eyed and thoughts still thick from dreamland. “Huh?”
“V!”
The voice came from outside her room, echoing across the hall. Vanessa sat up, wiping at her eyes to clear away sleepiness. She hadn’t set her alarm–she was off work that morning and typically slept in late when she could–so the early awakening surprised her.
“Vanessa! Help!”
That, she couldn’t ignore. Toppling out of bed, Vanessa scrambled to her ...
2023-09-15 04:21:46 +0000 UTC
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The quality of my new apartment didn’t matter too much when I was bound, blindfolded, gagged, and deprived from all sensory input.
Haven had been given my full permission to deny me pleasure fifty times, and my parasitic alien master had taken to that task with gusto. No part of my body was off limits, no inch of skin was mine to hold back.
In concept, being edged repeatedly was bad enough. Being brought to the precipice of climax, only to be denied, would be pretty torturous on...
2023-09-12 22:39:29 +0000 UTC
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(Don’t worry about it.) Nicole told herself, repeating the words in her head like a prayer. (Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it.)
She worried anyways, because no amount of silent hope could ease her anxiety.
It was her first day back to work since her lisp had developed. She had to be careful about every word she spoke–ensuring she said the right words, focusing on how to pronounce them. Speech had become a chore, but she didn’t operate phones, and she didn’t h...
2023-09-12 00:40:18 +0000 UTC
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This never got posted cuz I'm dumb
Read part one here!
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Though Sam could barely recognize his life anymore, he could identify where it had all shifted, where the slide into his new role had turned into an inescapable avalanche.
It had all begun with two keys.
The first key locked his new chastity cage.
The second key unlocked Ti...
2023-09-10 19:01:24 +0000 UTC
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I wasn’t sure how to handle Haven’s new sense of humor, especially as they got more comfortable navigating the internet.
They’d handled apartment hunting while I slept–using my phone, something I’d have objections to if they hadn’t already invaded my privacy in far more significant ways. All I had to do was read the chat log on Crissie’s List after the fact.
CharChar72:I saw your post. You’ve got an apartment available?
Dylan: I didn’t post abo...
2023-09-09 22:58:39 +0000 UTC
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Bonk.
Nicole felt her head bounce off against something solid and blinked awake, confused. She sometimes rolled into the wall while she slept, but this didn’t feel like bumping her head against the wall, more like a table leg.
Blinking awake, she took in her surroundings, and was so alarmed that she sat upright.
She wasn’t in her room anymore.
The walls were a different color, so that a mural of baby animals was on one side, and glow-in-the-dark s...
2023-09-09 00:38:00 +0000 UTC
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Vanessa stared at the chart, trying to decipher what the latest stickers referred to. She wanted to be there for Nicole, to at least be able to warn her what was coming with no more surprise humiliations.
At least Nicole had the day off, she wouldn’t be risking humiliation at work. That would be better than nothing, not that it really solved any of the issues.
The storm clouds for day and night seemed unfortunately clear, if the pattern could be trusted. Nicole’s pott...
2023-09-06 21:41:28 +0000 UTC
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The mornings brought Nicole no anticipation of a new day, no restfulness, only anxiety about what would be taken next.
She shouldn’t have been surprised. She barely had knowledge of when she peed anymore–there was little of her bladder control left to take. No amount of wet beds or new diapers in her dresser could shock her at this point.
So, she’d known it was coming, but even still she dreaded the change. Half the night she tossed and turned. Even still, when her alarm bla...
2023-09-05 19:52:18 +0000 UTC
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This is a continuation/soft sequel to one of my old stories, 'Symbiotic Submission'. I've finally settled on a narrative direction for this piece, and so I'm bringing it back in full force for a bit of an interlude before starting my next long work!
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The alien had ruined my life and given me purpose, and I didn’t know whether to love them or hate them ...
2023-09-03 21:16:53 +0000 UTC
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Nicole knew better than to hope that the chart would stay gone. When she woke up, her diaper–(No, it’s not my diaper, it’s just a diaper)–was well used and swollen. She waddled to her door, anxious about what she might find, and her heart sank.
The chart had returned, and the rainclouds now marked out both night and daytime. The doodle in the final column this time showed a stack of diapers lined up neatly inside a dresser–in her dresser.
She h...
2023-09-02 18:03:50 +0000 UTC
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Nicole wouldn’t be tricked a third time. The only food she ate was takeout, she drank water from a reusable bottle she filled at work, and she locked her bedroom door. Vanessa wouldn’t have another shot at ‘pranking’ her, even if it meant painstaking vigilance until Nicole could find a new roommate and move out.
And, in the morning, she felt a surge of triumph when it paid off. Upon waking, she reached down immediately, half paranoid, and felt dry blankets, dry sheets. No wet be...
2023-09-02 01:16:08 +0000 UTC
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Tuesday morning brought the death of a friendship.
Nicole could almost not process the sheer hurt and betrayal she felt, waking up to another wet bed. Yesterday’s prank by her once-friend had been too far, an incredible breach of trust, but something she could move past.
But the fact that Vanessa had gone and done it twice, after being called out for it? If Vanessa thought this was funny, Nicole could not fathom what was going on in her ex-friend’s brain, and if it wasn’...
2023-08-31 19:22:16 +0000 UTC
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“What the fuck?”
Shock and fury battled for control of Nicole’s mind. First, she felt only a startled sense of confusion: (How?) And then the dawning, horrified realization: (Oh, that’s how.) And finally, anger at the betrayal: (How could she think this was funny?)
Nicole had wet the bed, for the first time she could remember. There was no denying it–she’d soaked her pajama pants, her covers, her sheets, and she could even feel the soggy squelch coming up from...
2023-08-30 17:29:42 +0000 UTC
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Written as a commission for Salwatore!
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“And just…like…that!” Vanessa announced, turning on the lamp by the couch, “We are, officially, moved in!” The bulb shed off slightly pink-tinged light, though at the push of a button, the whole room could be changed in tone to any hue on the rainbow.
“That’s great, V,” Nicole said, turning to stretch her back. “Really appreciate you plugging in the lamps while I moved the furniture.”
Va...
2023-08-29 21:35:07 +0000 UTC
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This has been a long time in the works!
I'm proud to announce 'The Potty Draining Chart', written as a commission for Salwatore! It's a 17,000 word novella in fifteen chapters, which I'll be posting across the coming month!
I hope you all enjoy. ^^
Art is by the wonderful FlashyFlesh! https://twitter.com/TheFlashyFlesh
2023-08-29 21:34:54 +0000 UTC
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Art by the wonderful PullUpPoofs, story by yours truly!
If you like the art style or content, I couldn't recommend her Patreon more - you can find her over at https://www.patreon.com/pull_up_poofs
And if you don't want to subscribe, at least give her a follow over at https://twitter.com/pulluppoofs ;)
2023-08-26 18:43:48 +0000 UTC
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One month later.
“Eighty, ninety… one hundred.” Brains counted out the cash, passing Skip’s winnings over without a hint of ill will. They’d won fair and square, even if nobody else had spotted the technicality that’d cinched their success.
Skip, pleased, took the fruit of their gambling and slipped it into a pocket.
“It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it?” Brains asked, putting away his wallet.
“What’s that?” Skip inquired.
“...
2023-08-26 18:18:43 +0000 UTC
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Author's note:
This chapter is one that I feel is important to the narrative of the story, but that I neglected to write chronologically. It's the 'Real' chapter 21, the chapter currently published as 21 will become 22 in the final publication, and so on and so forth.
To those of you who need a refresher, this is one chapter before Grace kisses Pearce for the first time, but several chapters after they get high and fall asleep in the same bed toge...
2023-08-21 03:58:45 +0000 UTC
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Grace, as in Loved Unconditionally, surveyed the scene.
Three of her best friends were already in the back yard, sitting around their fire pit. Skip had a lighter in hand, trying to get the kindling to catch for their traditional Wasters weekend. Brains was on his phone, texting–no doubt his new beau. He’d been all aflutter the past couple days, ever since they became official.
Melody was looking back at Grace, making a long moment of eye contact before returning her attention...
2023-08-15 06:03:27 +0000 UTC
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Just wanted to address the radio silence - The next chapter of The Baby Bet will be out early next week, likely Tuesday.
Thanks!
2023-08-12 05:13:55 +0000 UTC
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Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
There didn’t seem to be any way to position his weight without feeling the muck in his diaper clinging to his skin. If he sat back, everything squelched forward, and he really didn’t want it going forward. When he sat forward, it mushed up the back and made him fear a blowout–and the only situation that might be more publicly humiliating than a visible dirty diaper would be a visibly blown out diaper.
Of course, constantly w...
2023-08-11 03:33:50 +0000 UTC
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By popular demand, I decided to write a sequel to, "The Magician", which can be read here.
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The first rule of magic, above all else, is that it’s not founded on any kind of supernatural energy. There’s no magic well that grants you spells, no untapped source in nature.
Magic is made through the exchange of power.
2023-08-06 01:28:13 +0000 UTC
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Grace stared at Pearce, her brain frozen in disbelief.
(He–)
“You don’t love me,” she said, unable to think of any other response besides the flat truth.
He might love the parts of herself that she made available, but Pearce couldn’t love the whole of her. Not the parts that hung around his neck like a weight, not the parts that had him playing nanny and nursemaid instead of enjoying his day off.
She saw the hurt in his expression when she rejected his confes...
2023-07-30 00:46:17 +0000 UTC
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Gurgle–
(I’m such a fucking–)
GURGLE–
“Ow–dammit. Dammit.”
GURGLE–
(–fucking, fucking idiot.)
Blrblrbl–
Molten, putrid fluids poured out of her, into her fourth diaper of the hour, staining the seat a pale brown. She just lay there, on the bathroom floor, staying on her changing mat–why leave, when she’d just be right back on it in a minute?
Her intent had been to take...
2023-07-25 21:21:25 +0000 UTC
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“Punishment?” Daniel squeaked. “But–”
“But what?” Rachel asked, leering down at him. “I made it very clear, didn’t I? You’ve got one toilet you’re allowed to use, and it’s the one taped up beneath your skirt.”
Cheeks turning pinker by the second, Daniel said, “Come on, I was just wandering down a back hall–I just got lost. I wasn’t even trying to find a toilet.”
“That’s not what I was told,” Rachel replied, taking a step close...
2023-07-22 07:57:27 +0000 UTC
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As promised, here's all the links to my co-collaborator's parts of the project!
Koneko's Half of the Story, written from Zoey's Perspective
(Please go give Ko some love, this was her idea and she put so much work into it above and beyond just writing her part!)
2023-07-20 00:42:50 +0000 UTC
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I wrote this story as part of a collaboration with three other wonderful creators - Ko, HofBondage, and FlashyFlesh! You can find all the links to the art and the other half of the story here!
Ko created the original story concept and a lot of the outlining, and also wrote the other half of this story, told from the Baby's perspective.
I wrote the section here - The...
2023-07-19 07:51:39 +0000 UTC
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Wrote this for OmoPurrr, the artist behind several of my recent captions!
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The rustle of wrapping paper was loud enough, it almost cut through the crinkle of Nat’s diaper.
That made her feel a little better–As long as they didn’t hear, Daddy’s friends wouldn’t be able to tell that her skirt hid not panties, but the bottom of her baby blue onesie and a thick, bulging diaper. The stale pee smell from her several accidents was mild enough to be hidde...
2023-07-17 02:05:39 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to ADSDChibi for the art in this one, and ABDLGuy for use of his character!
Transcript:
“And for my next trick…” the magician announced, drawing the rapt attention of the whole audience. “I’m going to pull a bunny out of a hat.”
It was perfect. Roy couldn’t have asked for a better diversion–or a better chance to turn a profit. Drunk spectators already made for prime pickpocketing, but these were drunk spectators who were watching a show spe...
2023-07-14 20:01:13 +0000 UTC
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Note from the author:
This chapter features a depiction of accidental self-harm with an over-the-counter medication. This self-harm is not life threatening, but could still be upsetting to some readers. If you want to know precisely what happens so you can be better informed, feel free to message me asking for a spoiler and I will respond as promptly as I can.
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“I’m–I’m sorry, Daddy, I had…I had a accident!”
“After I told you n...
2023-07-14 19:54:30 +0000 UTC
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