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2022-05-27 12:38:42 +0000 UTC
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He’s not the best husband, but he’s probably not the worst.
There are guys out there who hit their partners. Call them names. Treat them like absolute shit. But Trent’s never done that.
He’s got his shortcomings, sure. Probably drinks too much, if he’s being honest. Spends money on stupid things like power tools and golf clubs. And more alcohol. Spends a lot of time out of the house. Works a lot of hours. Flirts with waitresses and bartenders. ...
2022-05-17 21:00:11 +0000 UTC
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Hi all. A little bonus story today for all patrons!
This one has been sitting around for a while. A story I enjoyed writing, but isn't exactly the most erotic thing in the world. So I've been saving it for a rainy day. And...it's raining as I type this.
The night felt heavier than usual.
It would be tough to convey what that actually meant if I said it out loud to someone, but it felt true. I wasn’t scared of the dark, I was just...
2022-05-13 20:14:54 +0000 UTC
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It’s not until he sees her interacting with other people that Toby realizes how little he actually knew about Moira.
This isn’t entirely surprising to him. Their arrangement is limited in scope–she was never going to think of him as her boyfriend or anything like that. Perhaps that was what was surprising about the night–that she invited him to this party as her guest at all. She had always rebuked his requests to spend time together outside of their homes in the past. ...
2022-05-09 21:02:12 +0000 UTC
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This is, in fact, the final chapter. I want to thank you all for coming along with me on this journey.
Fifteen: Grown-Ups
Two things had happened.
First: Grace had gone before CALM during their next weekly meeting, and had given an impassioned speech about trusting the adults of this city to do the right things with their personal lives. If someone wanted to buy diapers - and it didn’t harm anyone else - was there really a need to make ...
2022-05-06 13:00:06 +0000 UTC
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Coming in a few short weeks...
2022-05-03 14:00:06 +0000 UTC
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He arrives with only two suitcases of clothes and a worn messenger bag draped over his shoulder. He’s wearing thick horn-rimmed glasses, a tweed jacket, and brushed leather shoes.
She’s seen this kind of man before, and she’s never really been a fan.
Still, she meets him in the driveway, big smile on her face. It’s not for his sake–it’s for her mother’s. And maybe that’s for her own sake too, in the long run.
“You must be Nathan Harrison?” she asks.
2022-05-02 19:19:03 +0000 UTC
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Fourteen: Endtimes
Never in her life had she expected to find herself wishing that she had more time to stay in a diaper. Yet as she waited for Syd to emerge from the nursery after their change, her hands gently squeezed and rubbed the front of her soaked diaper again. The diaper had cooled a little, but the padding had only grown denser and heavier. It hung from her shamefully; the bulk serving as a constant reminder that she had done something that most adults in her ...
2022-04-29 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Some might call it fate. Personally, I don’t really care for that word. It suggests that my decisions have already been made for me and that everything is predestined. All the good stuff. All the bad stuff.
Of all the things I could be thinking about as I’m running down this dark country road, I’m thinking about fate. I refused to believe that I was only on this road because of fate. It was because of decisions that I made. Some good, some not so much.
Maybe it was a l...
2022-04-27 00:25:07 +0000 UTC
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About a year and half ago, I moved homes. After living in one place for almost ten years, it was an arduous process of going through my entire life and deciding what was coming with me and what I no longer needed. Then came the cleaning. The packing. The moving. The unpacking. The arranging. The rearranging.
It was a pretty chaotic time. Some of you patrons might remember this from the end of 2020.
Well, I had so much fun that I’m going to do it again.
I’m currently in t...
2022-04-26 13:01:02 +0000 UTC
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Thirteen: Inspiration
She found the act of naming to be an incredibly intimate one. Maybe it was because she had never been a fan of her own name - Harper always sounded more like the name of a profession and not a little girl. You know - one who...harps. But to choose your own name, to pick a single word that encapsulated who you were and who you wanted to be - she simply adored everything about it.
She had once pressed Layne to choose a baby name for hi...
2022-04-22 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Renee only smoked when she was drinking, and right now she’s smoking like a chimney.
“I just want to be fucked,” she says. It’s not entirely clear who she’s saying this to, but it was said loud enough that the entire room is now aware of what she wants.
“You’re married,” says Paget. “It shouldn’t be that hard.”
But Paget already knows why it is so hard. She’s Renee’s best friend, and she’s been on the receiving end of every frustrated pho...
2022-04-18 19:57:57 +0000 UTC
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Twelve: Gin
Somewhere else, Effie was imagining herself tightly wrapping a diaper around Layne’s face until he was no longer able to breathe.
But the truth was that she was a little more upset at herself. She felt like a fool. It could’ve been worse - at least she was the only one who knew she was a fool - but that didn’t make her feel much better about it. She had sacrificed and made herself incredibly vulnerable for the sake of Layne and the store. And how...
2022-04-15 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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I consider myself to be a pretty good husband. The best? That’s not for me to say. But I’m confident that I’m, at least, pretty good.
The best teacher has been watching the other relationships around me. My own parents, for example. My father worked too much, and when he actually was home he was a cantankerous juggernaut that we all knew to stay out of the way from. So I knew I didn’t want to be like that guy.
Ben and Leah, their relationship seems good on the surface. But...
2022-04-11 23:27:36 +0000 UTC
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Eleven: Whatshername
“You’re still here?” Effie asked incredulously.
Layne shoved some styrofoam blocks into the trash compactor. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Sorry, I’m not used to seeing you here this late. Still working on that nursery?”
“It’s done. Do you want to see?”
“Not really.”
Layne snort-laughed. “Fine.”
“I’ll look at it tomorrow when I come in,” she said with ...
2022-04-08 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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Click.
Kara giggled and shook her head.
“What?” I asked, sheepishly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, silly. I’m just really happy with how this looks right now.”
I scoffed. “I probably look ridiculous.”
“Yes,” she said, giggling again. “Very much so. But we both know you were going to look ridiculous. You might as well embrace it, Lee.”
It was a little strange to be told to ‘embrace it,’ when this was my...
2022-04-04 22:37:58 +0000 UTC
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Note from the author: There's a handful of words in this chapter that Patreon does not appreciate me saying and were flagged. I've censored them to allow this story to get posted without any trouble. They should still be pretty obvious, but just a heads up.
Ten: Buttercup
Sp*nking wasn’t entirely new to Effie. Her grandmother had been the paddling type - one of the very last of her kind, she suspected. Eleven years old felt like a very very l...
2022-04-01 13:01:09 +0000 UTC
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Author's note: While not a sequel, this story is set in the same world as this story, His Second Infancy.
Everybody knows who she is. Zoey Carmandy. Of that family. You don’t grow up in this area without knowing who they are. Generations of wealth and power. They've had CEOs and senators in their family tree. They live on an estate. She’s a celebrity...
2022-03-29 16:02:14 +0000 UTC
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Nine: Around
Effie preferred spending her days off alone. She could be a social creature at times; when she needed to be. And it wasn’t like she was getting overloaded with human interaction while at the store. She just liked being home, surrounded by her things. No diapers, just books. No cardboard shipping boxes, just the warm glow of her TV.
But she was not home today - already a strike against it.
She knocked on the strange new door in her life. There ...
2022-03-25 13:01:03 +0000 UTC
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A note from the author: Trying something a little different with this story—no diapers. This is a dirty little story about messing one's pants. If you'd like to see more content like this—or if you never want to see a story like this again—send me a message and lemme know!
Bianca clutched her belly again. “I don’t know. Something’s going on in there.”
“Do you need to go sit down?” John asked. “Go to the bathroom? I might have some antacids i...
2022-03-21 23:27:30 +0000 UTC
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Eight: Nursery
“It smells like paint,” she said. “Is that the project? Are you repainting the store?”
“Not all of it.”
The back door closed behind him and he flipped on the lights of the stockroom. Harper immediately turned her attention to the changing table, pulled out from the nursery.
“Ah,” she said. “Is that what this is? Renovations for the Baby Room?”
“I needed a distraction,” he said. “Once I’m done, I’m sure...
2022-03-18 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Hey Babies!
It’s been a minute or two since I last checked in with a blog post. I thought the last one was a month ago, but it was actually more than two (and a half) months ago. Whoops.
First and foremost, I want to welcome all the new faces here on the QH Patreon. There’s been a surge of new subscribers over the last few months, and it’s been really nice seeing some new names pop up, along with some returning ones. Stick around and read some stories! Play ...
2022-03-16 14:58:16 +0000 UTC
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The hardest part, up to that point, was acting like I wasn’t excited about something.
I was an actor, once upon a time. High school drama club, sure. But that still counts for something, right? I had a part to play, and so I got into character. I learned my lines. And then I gave my performance.
My character was Perry Hawkins, a man who had the same name as me. Perry’s wife was going away on a business trip for almost two weeks, and while Perry loved his wife very much, he als...
2022-03-14 20:39:09 +0000 UTC
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Seven: Ring
“I’m just going to assume he’s not in today either?” she asked.
“He’s not,” Effie said. “I don’t know your relationship with Layne, so I’m hesitant to elaborate on that answer too much.”
“My relationship with him is nonexistent,” the woman said. “So fire away. Give me the dirt.”
“I’m only working an eight-hour shift,” Effie said. “That’s simply not enough time for all the dirt. So I’ll offe...
2022-03-11 16:13:37 +0000 UTC
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Freya’s humming to herself while she slathers butter on her toasted bagel. She looks up at me and offers an alarmingly friendly smile.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Hi?” My head tilts, and I feel like a dog who doesn’t understand the command its owner just gave. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“Alvin, life’s far too short to stay mad,” she says.
“So…I’m forgiven? We’re good?”
She laughs and shrugs cryptically before going back to the ...
2022-03-07 22:35:35 +0000 UTC
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Six: Hanson
They called him Hanson because Effie had once remarked that he looked a lot like the one kid from the 90s pop sensations. The long-haired one from the “Mmm Bop” video. She didn’t know which kid that was, or so she said. Layne tried to turn it into a long-running joke for a while - insisting that she was actually a closet Hanson fan. It never really worked out, though. Effie was much better at either leaning into jokes or letting them roll off her back....
2022-03-05 14:02:54 +0000 UTC
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College. Was she expecting something different? Same old teachers, same old whiteboards. Books open in front of her as the professor paced in front of the class, reciting something he had probably recited a hundred times before. That same feeling of soulcrushing boredom washing over her.
She was on her cell phone, drifting through the social media feed of smiling faces and plates of food, waiting for the moment when the gray-haired-and-bespectacled speaker would turn to her and ask for ...
2022-02-28 21:52:08 +0000 UTC
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Five: Irked
“You just missed her.”
“Missed her? Missed who?” he asked, checking his watch. 9:30 - he wasn’t even that late today.
“I don’t know who she was. Carey, I think? Said she was stopping in on her way to work.”
“I don’t know who that is,” he said, scratching his head. “Carey?”
Effie shrugged. “Well, she seemed to know you.”
“Carey,” he said again. “I don’t know. What did she lo...
2022-02-25 22:08:14 +0000 UTC
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Thursday
I woke up earlier than I expected to. Early enough that it was still dark out. I hoped that if I closed my eyes, I’d go back to sleep again, but instead I just laid on my back staring at the ceiling for the next hour.
There was no shortage of things to think about. Diapers. Emmy. Betsy. The inevitability of going back to London and leaving all of this behind again. Emmy, again.
I looked around, taking in the room in the dim morning light. It was t...
2022-02-21 14:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Four: Funny-Man
He knew that he overslept, if only because he was well rested. That sort of thing wouldn’t have happened if he was at home.
“Well fuck,” he muttered to himself. He looked at his phone. More bad news: it was a little after 9:30. The odds were good that Effie was not only in the store, but had probably seen him in his current state.
One of the things he had liked most about Effie was that she had never once asked him about his personal co...
2022-02-18 15:13:23 +0000 UTC
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