This week, someone on Tumblr asked me:
I'm actually curious, if I may.....what is it about humiliation that turns people on? I could look up the kink, read it for myself, but I'd truly honestly prefer it from the horses mouth so to speak. Is it the taboo-ness of the situation? The degradation ? The submissiveness? As an abdl myself, I've never personally found humiliation to be enjoyable, as I see my Little space as an extension of my own being, and therefore nothing t...
2022-08-12 17:28:29 +0000 UTC
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Twelve
We were all trying to tread the thin line between just being a bunch of young adults hanging out and being a group of semi-strangers who were all connected by the knowledge of my humiliation fetish.
For one, it felt good to have ‘friends,’ even if I wasn’t sure if that was the word I wanted to use. For this time, and any time after this, I’d be wondering if they actually wanted to spend time with me or if they just wanted to see me embarrass myself....
2022-08-12 17:24:34 +0000 UTC
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It was, up until that point, a completely normal day. Two cups of coffee in the morning. The brown bag lunch that Julia had packed for me. Idle chit-chat around the water cooler. Zoned out a little in the afternoon while listening to Buddy Miles on my headphones. Stopped by the gym after work for leg day–my least favorite day at the gym, honestly, but one that I try not to skip. And then, at last, I drove home with the AC/DC turned up.
It was when I had turned onto Magenta Lane–the ...
2022-08-09 01:11:34 +0000 UTC
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Eleven
“I don’t think this has ever happened before,” Evan said as Lyndie followed me into the apartment. “Are you actually bringing a woman home?”
“Lyndie, this is my roommate Evan,” I said. “Evan, this is Lyndie. We work together. We’re friends.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” Evan said, shaking her hand. “This is normally the part where I’d say that I’ve only heard great things about you, but I don’t think he’s ever told me ab...
2022-08-06 01:10:04 +0000 UTC
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“Here comes the airplane!”
The spoon is guided through the air in a series of exaggerated loop-the-loops and spins. As a 25-year-old man, this shouldn’t delight me. But my inner 2-year-old seems to be in charge for this moment, and I feel an embarrassingly large smile spreading across my face as I watch her elaborate maneuvering of the spoon. I find it hard to believe that there’s anyone with a pulse who wouldn’t be thrilled by this air show.
All aircraft must land event...
2022-08-02 13:26:40 +0000 UTC
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Ten
“No way,” she said, shaking her head and laughing. “I just can’t even wrap my head around it. Minutes after you walked out of her office, some other guy in a suit and tie probably walked in to talk about a spreadsheet, and the room had to smell like…a dirty diaper still, right?”
I just shrugged. I was telling Lyndie everything. Everything. Messy diapers made on the floor of Ms. Heller’s office and all.
“Imagine having th...
2022-07-29 14:15:31 +0000 UTC
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I honestly don’t remember how the diaper-thing started. I’ve seen stories before from people–usually men–talking about how they had some sort of diaper fetish that their significant other found out about. Sometimes those stories end poorly, with the ‘adult baby’ getting tossed to the curb. Other times, they get what they wanted all along.
But my story felt a little different. I was never any sort of ‘diaper fetishist’ before I met Olivia. And, as far as I know, she wasn...
2022-07-26 16:10:28 +0000 UTC
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Nine
Memo to all employees: We like to take the occasional moment to shine a spotlight on members of our staff that we feel have gone above and beyond in their work. And this week, we’d like to shine a spotlight on Ava Barton, Assistant to our VP of Product Development, Neve Beaufort.
“Ava is an absolute dream of an employee,” Neve says. “She manages to exceed my expectations every day. In fact, just yesterday, she managed to exceed my expecta...
2022-07-22 18:31:30 +0000 UTC
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I don’t remember the first ABDL story I ever wrote. But I do remember the first story I ever shared online–posted on a message board that has long since vanished from the internet. It was called something like It Happened on the 6th Floor. Maybe I got the floor number wrong.
The gist of the story was there was a young man who was frequently hiring a sex worker to come to his apartment to treat him like a baby. It was implied that this was not something the sex worker normal...
2022-07-21 18:36:14 +0000 UTC
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Day 4
This morning, he arrives with a box.
“What have we here?”
“The rest of my, uhm, diapers,” he says, his face turning red.
I find it cute that even now, after days of me inspecting and even changing his diaper, he’s still bashful about just saying the word.
“You can put them in the nursery.”
“Yes, Auntie. Thank you for letting me keep them here.”
“Well, they belong here, don’t you think?”
He ...
2022-07-18 18:13:22 +0000 UTC
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Eight
Stepping into The Closet the next morning, Lyndie already had a wide, goofy, grin on her face. Her eyes were immediately fixated on my pants.
“Looking for something?” I asked.
“You know what I’m looking for. And I think I see it.”
I tossed my shoulder bag down, awkwardly bending my body to see if I could find an angle in which my diaper was visible through my pants. I had spent way too much time staring at the mirror in my room...
2022-07-15 14:15:59 +0000 UTC
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The entire story, in one convenient post. E
2022-07-13 15:51:54 +0000 UTC
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The entire story, in one post!
2022-07-13 15:10:09 +0000 UTC
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Ahoy-hoy.
Just a quick note that I've updated the Master Index of Stories, a long list of direct links to every story on the Patreon. This post is "pinned" in Patreon, but I've gotten feedback that the post can still be hard to find.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/55547916
So go ahead and bookmark it or whatever else makes sense to you. It's not a complete list yet (right now it covers everyt...
2022-07-12 19:16:19 +0000 UTC
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Part 1: A Farmer’s Daughter
2022-07-11 20:47:47 +0000 UTC
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Seven
From: Samantha Hayden <st.hayden12@xxxxxxxxx>
Date: Monday, March 21 at 5:45 PM
To: Clark Ashburn <cashburn@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Internship Check-In
Good afternoon Clark,
I wanted to check-in regarding your internship. Are you enjoying this experience? Do you have any questions. As your academic advisor on campus, it’s my job to make sure all your needs a...
2022-07-08 13:01:03 +0000 UTC
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Day 3
“Good morning, Ms. Holcomb,” Emile says.
I’m happy to see him smiling still. After yesterday, I was nervous that things had been pushed a little too far and he’d have a change of heart about allowing me near his infantile fantasies. Yet here is, looking like a little boy who only wants to please his Auntie.
“Good morning, Emile.”
His backpack–diaper bag–is thrown over his shoulder. Again, this brings me satisfaction. Our game is n...
2022-07-05 13:42:48 +0000 UTC
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I’m writing this from my new office. I'm completely moved into the new house. Unpacked? Well, no. But I’m working on that. Slowly. I need to not touch boxes for a week or two.
Pardon the mess. I swear, I’m working on it.
How are you? Good? Dry? Do you need a change? Come here and let me check…
Things aren’t quite “back to normal” yet around the nursery, but they’re closer than they’ve been in a few weeks. I was actually able to get some writing in this week...
2022-07-05 13:33:11 +0000 UTC
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Six
Memo to all employees: By special request from our executive team, we are pleased to announce that new garbage cans have been installed in the common area of each floor. These garbage cans use state-of-the-art scent-sealing technology to ensure that even the worst smelling trash won’t permeate your work space.
—
Upon stumbling out of The Closet, I had to take a moment and collect my thoughts. I was feeling a combination of humiliated, arouse...
2022-07-04 11:09:57 +0000 UTC
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I’m already in a bad mood by the time Rita Solsworth rings my doorbell.
I had spent an hour chasing down the dog after the fence’s gate was left open this morning. It wasn’t until my bagel was finished toasting that I discovered that someone had left an empty container of cream cheese in the fridge. One of my shoes was missing. My cellphone–which I had left on the charging cable overnight–didn’t charge, on account of the cable having been unplugged from the wall, and was now...
2022-06-27 23:26:30 +0000 UTC
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Five
In the closed confines of The Closet, we stared at each other. The pacifier remained planted in my mouth, as it had been for the last ten minutes. Everytime I made a move to take it out, she’d stop me.
“I have questions,” Lyndie said.
I finally spit out the pacifier. She didn’t have a reaction to that this time. “I’m sure you do.”
“Can I get honest answers from you?”
“I don’t know.”
It wouldn’t be hard to gues...
2022-06-24 12:34:25 +0000 UTC
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Day 1
At 9:00 AM, on the dot, Emile is at my front door. He doesn’t look completely enthused to be here, though I don’t hold it against him. His punctuality is noted, and it suggests that he understands why he is here, regardless of how he feels about it.
I give him a quick once-over. Old and faded denim shorts. A stained Metallica tee. Battered tennis shoes that look to be a day away from retirement.
I find it quite satisfactory. He looks like ...
2022-06-21 21:56:46 +0000 UTC
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Four
This week, the cafeteria will be rolling out some tasty new options for us, including grilled chicken sandwiches and macaroni and cheese–made fresh daily.
And, by special request, animal crackers and apple juice have been added to the shelves near checkout.
—
“I…need to be changed, Mommy.”
She didn’t respond. Or, at least, she didn’t say anything. But I watched her smile grow. She was absolutely delig...
2022-06-17 19:34:37 +0000 UTC
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Amazon’s Alexa told me a joke today:
“What kind of salad wears a diaper?”
Baby greens.
2022-06-17 15:02:33 +0000 UTC
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It’s the sort of thing that only seems like a good idea after your blood-alcohol level has reached a certain threshold. Because, otherwise, why would I ever agree to go to a woman’s professional wrestling match?
“Uhm, because it’s going to be fucking awesome?” says Davey. He’s drunk too, so his opinion carries little weight.
“I’ve never even heard of this organization,” I say. I read from the poster on the wall: “The League of Diabolic Ladies?”
“Godda...
2022-06-14 18:13:31 +0000 UTC
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Three
So, how is my new internship going? Well, funny you should ask. The CEO of my company has asked me to be her personal office plaything and has convinced me to wear–and use–diapers while calling her ‘Mommy.’ You know, it’s a really rewarding experience. One that will surely benefit my career aspirations.
While I hadn’t actually said that to my roommate when he asked how my internship was going, I had been trying to imagine how absurd it w...
2022-06-11 13:19:54 +0000 UTC
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One thousand, five hundred and twenty-two days.
That’s four years–one of them a leap year–two months and a handful of days. I think that’s more than enough time, don’t you? I mean, we’ve had presidents come and go in a shorter amount of time than that, and you’re certainly no president.
I think it’s time that you and I had a little chat.
In all fairness, I put most of the blame on myself. I’m not sure what I thought would change. Well, besides your diapers....
2022-06-06 15:58:21 +0000 UTC
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Look, if I yawn mid-conversation, please don’t hold it against me.
As I mentioned last month, I did that grown-up thing where I bought a house, and this is the month where I’m breaking down everything I own so I can transport it to said new house. Mind you, I’m not complaining too much–I’m grateful to have this burden to deal with at all. But, you know…*yawn*
So, I’m still a few weeks away from “normalcy.” These next two weeks will probably be the most i...
2022-06-06 15:52:23 +0000 UTC
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Two
Memo to all employees: Award plaques, trophies, and certificates should never be discarded in the trash. If you’re unsure of where to place one, please bring it to Office Management on the 8th floor.
Thank you.
—
“Where the hell have you been?” asked Lyndie upon my return to The Closet.
I wish I knew the answer to that. Another reality? One that was stranger than anything Lyndie would be able to believe?
“Exp...
2022-06-03 15:54:13 +0000 UTC
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TWO
Elsewhere, Lou is walking across a parking lot to his pickup. There’s only one other vehicle in the lot besides his–a newish SUV. He’s never seen the vehicle before, but he can guess who it belongs to. His eyes wander across the lot to the lamp post where a white van usually sits beneath. The spot is vacant now. He laughs as he climbs into his truck, wondering if the SUV will still be here when he shows up to open the bar tomorrow.
Somewhere else, Melani...
2022-05-30 13:00:06 +0000 UTC
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