One: Off the Beaten Path
Do you know what my Mom said to me after helping me unload my belongings from the car when I was moving into my dorm? She said: “Sasha, this is going to be where you find yourself.”
She meant well, I think. But that phrase keeps repeating itself in my head, and I like it less every time. Did she mean to imply that I hadn’t found myself yet–that whoever it is that I think I am, I’m wrong and now is the time whe...
2023-02-13 21:29:14 +0000 UTC
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Missed a chapter? Need to catch up with the story so far? Check out this new story hub, with links to all previous chapters.
Thirty-Seven
“Should it be taking this long?” asked Kylie.
To be fair, I was wondering the same thing, myself. My face had been stationed in the soggy padding of her rear end for close to twenty minutes since M...
2023-02-10 21:38:07 +0000 UTC
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Hey!
Next week starts a new 6-part story, with new chapters being posted monthly. It'll be available for all subscribers at the 2nd and 3rd Tiers of membership.
Trying a few new things with this story. It is, at it's core, an anthology story - a series of one-and-done short stories. But what connects them is the people telling the stories. Think of, maybe, Are You Afraid of the Dark. Mystery Science Theater. The Magnus Archives.
As a whole, it's a sto...
2023-02-07 18:28:38 +0000 UTC
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“When are you two going to grow up?”
Franklin just laughs off the question with an ‘aw shucks, Mom’ hand toss, but her question hits me a bit harder. I know she’s just teasing, but it feels strangely targeted.
“There’s nothing immature about two friends hanging out,” he says to her.
“Hanging out?” she asks. “You used to call this a sleepover.”
Franklin’s mother has always been like this–the ‘funny’ mom. The jokester. The witty o...
2023-02-06 22:07:50 +0000 UTC
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Thirty-Six
“What’s in this, anyway?” Kylie asked, pulling her mouth from the nipple for just a moment–strings of saliva stretched between the bottle and her lips.
“Is it good?” asked Mommy.
“Is ...
2023-02-03 22:01:20 +0000 UTC
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The longer Doing Business gets, the more unwieldy it gets to navigate on Patreon. And so here's a hub, of sorts, with links to the story thus far. That way, if you miss a chapter, or just want to go back and re-read all of Clark's wacky adventures, it's a lot easier to do.
Beginning this week, I'll be linking this post in new chapters of Doing Business.
The Complete Season One (Par...
2023-02-02 02:03:09 +0000 UTC
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One
We are delighted
2023-02-01 21:21:53 +0000 UTC
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The way I see it, you either need a piggy, or you are a piggy.
I don’t judge, no matter which way you lean. The world needs all types to function, you know? Some folks aren’t any good at leading and making decisions. They’ll do the work. They’ll do anything you tell them to, bless their souls. They just need a little motivation.
And that’s where the other folks come in. The ones who tell the folks who can’t lead what to do and how to do it. These folks aren’...
2023-01-30 21:19:43 +0000 UTC
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Thirty-Five
“It doesn’t happen often,” Mommy said. “And it’s even less often that I’m willing to admit it. But it was a mistake to have Kylie look after you today.”
As she said this, I was on my back in the makeshift nursery. My dirty diaper was pulled open, revealing today’s foul contents–squished and smeared on my backside following my ride home from the mall.
I probably wouldn’t have said anything anyway, but she had pushed a pacifie...
2023-01-27 22:01:46 +0000 UTC
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In the crisp autumn air, full moon in the sky, and glasses full of booze, we sit on the deck for some post-game analysis. Such is the unspoken tradition after one of our weekend soirees. Everyone else has consumed too much food and/or alcohol and has hit the road, leaving behind a small group of devoted gossipers to talk about the comings and goings of the local social scene.
If I didn’t live here, I’d have probably left too. Instead, I’m drinking yet another vaguely brown beverag...
2023-01-23 21:59:51 +0000 UTC
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Thirty-Four
Lyndie: Hey! Just checking in. How’s things going with Mommy? Today’s the conference, right? Did she drag you along with her?
It was good to get a text from Lyndie. But I had absolutely no idea how to start explaining this situation to her. She’d hear all about it eventually, so I offered only a teaser:
Me: What if I told you that I was contemplating filling my diap...
2023-01-20 21:56:03 +0000 UTC
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It’s a home unlike any you’ve ever seen before. The classiest that modern architecture has to offer. Tall vaulted ceilings. Entire walls made of glass. Everything is either a brilliant white or a shining stainless steel. The heated floors beneath my feet make the most satisfying taps as I walk across it. Despite the fact that I created this place, I still have to pause every so often to look around and admire this splendor all over again.
“Daddy, you’re home!” a voice chirps f...
2023-01-17 22:30:05 +0000 UTC
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Handwritten note on the suite’s kitchen counter:
If you have any questions on caring for Clark, feel free to text or call me: [number redacted.] If I’m not available and you have a time sensitive question, please contact Lyndie - another member of my team who usually takes care of Clark when I’m not around. [number redacted].
And, really, if Clark does anything especially embarrassing, you ought to send a photo to both Lyndie and myself.
***
It...
2023-01-14 13:49:54 +0000 UTC
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Personally, I’d rather not tell this story. For one, I don’t think it’s all that believable–even if I know it to be true. Second, and this is the real sticking point for me: I believe it makes me look like an absolute asshole.
To be clear, I have no regrets about my actions in this story–regardless of how bad they make me look. But what would bother me, potential reader, is that this is likely the only thing you’d ever know about me. You’ll finish this story and say: “
2023-01-09 21:25:36 +0000 UTC
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Thirty-Two
“What. The fuck. Are you wearing?”
It went about as well as I expected it to.
I had taken my time in leaving the bedroom to greet Kylie. I was stuck in one of Mommy’s patented ‘rock and hard places,’ and forced to pick between humiliating myself by walking out of the bedroom–or waiting for Mommy to drag me out herself. The former option was clearly the better of the two, though that didn’t exactly inspire much motivation.
“...
2023-01-06 21:44:32 +0000 UTC
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Baby Bird
Some fret when they leave their pets home alone for the day, unsure what sort of mischief they’ll get into while their people aren’t around to stop them. My mother does this. Every time she visits, her excuse to leave is: “I really ought to go home and check on Daisy. She’s probably digging up my plants and peeing on the carpet.”
We don’t have a pet. But we do have a Johnny.
“Do you think he’s alright?” Cecile asked as ...
2023-01-02 21:40:42 +0000 UTC
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The 14th Annual Seattle Leadership Conference is pleased to welcome Gabrielle Heller.
Gabrielle Heller, CEO of [Company Name Redacted], will be joining the SLC for two panels on Saturday, April 2nd. In the first, “Future Paths,” Ms. Heller will be joined by a panel of executives from a wide range of companies to discuss the new directions business is taking as technology continues to evolve at a breakneck pace.
Later in the day, ...
2022-12-30 13:37:00 +0000 UTC
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I knew Charlotte mostly by reputation alone. We had only met a handful of times before, and at least half of those were just in passing at parties. I suspected she’d recognize my face, but wouldn’t know my name.
Most of what I knew about her came second, sometimes third, hand. Everyone seemed to have a story about an altercation with Charlotte. Virginia claimed that Charlotte had once called her a ‘trollop’ to her face, while in the company of her new boyfriend. Fritz would ofte...
2022-12-28 17:46:39 +0000 UTC
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Regardless of what you do or who you're with, I hope you have a lovely holiday.
2022-12-24 14:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thirty
She dangled the key to my chastity cage in her left hand a little longer–a final tease that I had been so close to release–before casually tossing it across the room. It was gone, for now.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Is this a good look for me?” She had taken the purple dong and held it between her thighs. The placement wasn’t quite right, but if I squinted a little, it did almost look like she had a cock of her own.
I nodded. “...
2022-12-23 20:25:32 +0000 UTC
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I’m not entirely sure where we are when I wake up. I doubt I was sleeping for all that long, but it must’ve been a deep enough sleep that I missed the announcement over the train’s PA.
“My friend, this is our stop. Are you ready?”
‘Our stop’ means very little to me. James is the one who picked this destination, and he’s been pretty cagey about the details. Still, if he says this is the place, I trust him. I stretch, rub the remaining sleep from my eyes, and grab my...
2022-12-20 21:42:18 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Nine
Text message from Lyndy (1 of 3):
“I found Thomas Pritchard in the office directory, but that doesn’t exactly help me know who he is. At least I know where he sits now. I’ll take a look on Monday.
Text message from Lyndy (2 of 3):
“Bradley was sent to the nursery today for the first time with a wet diaper. Poor little boy didn’t know what to do with himself, having his diaper changed by so...
2022-12-16 21:55:05 +0000 UTC
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A continuation of this story.
Yeah, okay, I’m a loser.
My life has deteriorated to the point where it almost makes sense that my deceased father’s wife and my boss are conspiring with each other to humiliate me. What else do you do with a guy like me?
I feel like I’m in a science fiction film–one of the ones where aliens begin replacin...
2022-12-12 22:03:00 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Eight
[Note from QH: Patreon being Patreon, there's a word that I had to censor. I'm sure you're figure it out, but just a heads up.]
I could’ve been more observant. I could’ve taken notes of the streets we had turned on to get to the hotel. Hell, I could’ve noticed what the hotel itself was actually called. But details like that only seemed important to adults.
In the last few minutes of the drive, I was thinking about the number of ...
2022-12-09 22:41:03 +0000 UTC
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Three
In the days that followed that first night, she had made no mention of how I rubbed her diaper while I thought she was sleeping. She might have forgotten that it happened at all–not that surprising, given everything she had been through that first day as an adult. I, too, didn’t bring it up, wondering if she just didn’t want to address it.
Instead, we focused on her recovery. In a lot of ways, she was recovering quickly. By the end of the second day,...
2022-12-05 15:00:08 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Seven
From: Nancy Tamberlin <ntamberlin@xxxxxxxxx>
Date: Friday, April 1 at 3:14 PM
To: Gabrielle Heller <gheller@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: FWD: Workplace Concerns
Gabby,
Earlier this week, HR received an email from an employee named Thomas Pritchard. Thomas seemed pretty upset about the recent promotions of Clark and Lyndie, feeling that he ...
2022-12-04 15:06:08 +0000 UTC
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Yeah, okay. I’m a loser.
I don’t feel great about that–but I also don't lose much sleep over it. It is what it is, you know? Someday, it’ll be different. When I’m ready for it to be different. For now, I’m not ready for change.
Helen? She’s ready for a change. She tells me so every day when she comes home from work and sees me on the couch, still in my pajamas with a video game controller in my hands. There was a time she was a little kinder about it, but it...
2022-11-28 21:28:28 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Six
My mother–my biological mother–was an oversharer. She’d tell anyone anything. A favorite topic of hers was embarrassing stories from my childhood. No party, gathering, or Sunday dinner was complete without a quick dip into the annals of ‘silly things that little Clark did.’
Was this the actual origin of my recently-realized penchant for humiliation?
A favorite story of hers was an incident at the wedding reception for my Aunt Becky and...
2022-11-26 21:02:11 +0000 UTC
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No...I'm not actually selling merchandise. Unless...do you want that shirt? I mean, I could probably make some if you really wanted...
It's Thanksgiving where I am, or close to it. Parades, turkeys, pies...I'm not going to lie, it's a pretty good time. I'm trying something a little different this year and grilling some herb-roasted turkey breasts on the ol' BBQ. Fingers crossed it's good.
In the spirit of thankfulness, I just wanted to remind you how much I appre...
2022-11-23 15:23:41 +0000 UTC
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Two
I set the address in my phone and made the short drive over there. Sure enough, the sign told me everything I needed to know about this place: Bottoms Up: The Adult Diaper Superstore.
Stepping inside the store, I wondered if I had made some sort of mistake. Their shelves were full of diapers and clothes–but they had very infantile designs. I could’ve sworn that I saw the word ‘adult’ on the sign.
“Can I help you?” A young woman ask...
2022-11-21 15:00:07 +0000 UTC
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