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Under New Management (Part 2)

When he woke, Jimmy was keenly aware of a stabbing sensation in the gut.  He’d been having a dream about getting into a fight.  He’d been losing and the phantom that had been beating him and been decking him right in the ol’ breadbasket.  It took him a solid thirty seconds of semi-wakefulness to realize that he wasn’t asleep and that the painful pangs in his intestines had less to do than some big galoot socking him in the stomach and more to do with something he’d ea...

Under New Management (Part 1)

“Hello, Jimmy,” his new secretary said, taking Jimmy’s hand in both of yours.  “I’m Kirsten and I’ll be taking care of you.”  She let out a little laugh. “Oh listen to me, I sound like a waitress.”

Jimmy bit his tongue and smiled, though he was sure it didn’t quite reach his eyes.  He certainly didn’t mean it.  “It’s James, actually,” he said.  “Or ‘Mr. Wolff’, if you prefer.”

His secretary chuckled, good naturedly, ob...

The Most Magical Place On Earth

“You know…she’s gonna be really mad when she wakes up like that.”  

You hear Sabrina’s voice say that through the haze of sleep.  You’re not awake yet.  Not fully.  Last night’s impromptu party is still pounding in the base of your skull.  You feel a bit of drool slip out the corner of your mouth and dribble onto your chin, but your senses and your waking mind aren’t fully in sync just yet.  Same goes for the way your glasses are slightly a...

The New Narnia-Chapter 40: What Dreams May Come?

Chapter 40: What Dreams May Come?

“More teat?”  

Katy blinked.  “Hmmm?”

The elven girl that had Cameron’s face didn’t blink.  Her smile didn’t budge a millimeter  “More tea?” she repeated.  With delicate hands she held the steaming pot.

“Oh,” Katy started.  “Yes please.”  The girl held out her plastic insulated cup.  The top of it spiraled open like a camera shutter, and light brow...

The Documentary

(Monday Night)

“Produced by the Yamatoa Anti-Tourism Board,”  Clementine read the opening credits of the documentary and pressed pause.  “Paul, this better not be some bullshit hypnosis video we’ve been sent.”  She looked up at the man mountain on the couch next to her.

Paul, an Amazon, leaned forward on the couch and uncovered his eyes.  Unlike Clementine, Paul’s feet reached the floor when he was sitting on their couch, and he didn’t need a f...

Covid Update

Well fuck...

I took care of my wife when she had covid.  Obviously I'd been exposed to it.  I just assumed I was asymptomatic or something.  So when she got better, (no more fever, no more chills, appetite and energy picked up) I breathed a sigh of relief, and life went back to normal last week.

This morning, I woke up in a sweat like a fever just broke, (never had a fever), and because I'm a gross guy, I sniffed my pits to check the damage as it were.  Nothi...

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Marion Thompson didn’t believe in Maturosis.  S

A Personal Update

Howdy Folks,

So for those of you not in the know, I've raised some hackles and said some mean things on twitter about a publisher not paying their writers, and now some folks aren't too happy with me.

I did say some mean things.  The meanest thing I said was that it  reminded me of a scam that happened to me back in Elementary school.  Ask for submissions. Don't pay the kids who give you the good stuff. Sell the books to their parents. Pure profit.

That is ...

Unfair-Chapter 44: The Most Traumatic Meal of the Day

Chapter 44: The Most Traumatic Meal of the Day

There’s a big difference between breakfast service and lunch time in an elementary school cafeteria.  Lunch time is organized.  Every class has its own scheduled time and it’s own scheduled table with teacher assistants and cafeteria monitors keeping a close eye on the students. Students want nothing more than to sit, eat, destress and chat with each other about anything other than what they’re learning. &...

Update 2/20/21

Howdy folks.  Things are starting to clear up around here with regards to family health.

My wife is on the mend, and the rest of my family show no symptoms.  Truly the best of a bad situation.

I myself, am a liiiiiiitle under the weather, but I have no fever or trouble breathing.  This could legit just being under the weather.  We're all still quarantining all the same for at least the next week.

Onto patreon business!

-I'm finishing up work on ...

The New Narnia-Chapter 39: Temptation

Chapter 39: Temptation

Like fire

Hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning

Desire

Is turning me to sin

Tommy laid on the baby changing station.  Charlie and his Mommy had gone home.  His babysitter had decided to change him one more time before doing the same.  The women’s room changing station was out in the open, and no stall prevented pretty girls looking at th...

Update 2/15/2021

So, a bit of bad news.

My wife came home Thursday night feeling like crap.  We called out of work and school and she got tested Friday.  The results came in last night.  

She's tested positive for covid.  My kid and I are probably positive too and just not showing any symptoms.  

Her oxygen level is great.  Her energy and appetite are picking back up.  But all week in addition to writing, I'm being a glorious house husband and father and...

Wisdom Teeth

Dennis came to still sitting in the dentist’s c

Unfair- Chapter 43: Just Like The Little Kids

Chapter 43: Just Like The Little Kids

I felt the two fingers pull back my pants, checking my diaper.  Last time this had happened, I had the instinct to be very still.  To freeze.  To blush and slam my eyes closed in shock. To be a good and scared Little Boy and hope the big bad Amazon didn’t see any skid marks in my undies.

Months later, my instinct was to slap the hand probing into the back of my pants as hard I could. To stand defiant and a...

Unfair- Chapter 42: Perversions of Old Rituals

Chapter 42: Perversions of Old Rituals

The sun wasn’t up yet when I got to school.  Just like always.  I wasn’t yawning, though.  I’d had nothing to eat or drink since my highchair feeding the night before, but I was more awake than if I’d chugged fifteen espressos.  

My head was on a swivel.  To my right was the empty P.E. field and playground.  To my left was the school building; most of my co-workers...ex coworkers...jus...

The New Narnia-Chapter 38: The Right Way and the Wrong Way to Play House

Chapter 38: The Right Way and the Wrong Way to Play House

Let's go out tonight

I have to go out tonight

You're sweet, wanna hit the streets?

Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?

Just take me out tonight

The matinee was dark and nearly empty.  As expected.  Scary movies weren’t nearly as popular during the middle of the afternoon.  Ones about shapeshifting hockey clowns tha...

Retirement (A Diaper Dimension Story)

“I swear,” Margo looked up at her partner, “this is the last damn time that I’m doing this.”  She finished pulling the purple dress over her head, yanking it as far down as she could, even though she knew it wouldn’t do any good.  The diaper would remain in plain sight.

Jacqueline smirked.  “A bit young to be considering retirement, aren’t you?”

“I’m twenty-five and unadopted,” Margo said.  “That’s like seventy in Little years.” ...

Melissa and Doug

Melissa came home from work that evening, tired right down to her bones and every muscle aching.  Workweek officially over.  Now it was time to…

Scream.

Melissa wanted to officially scream.  The tiny one bedroom apartment was a mess.  It was a mess when she’d left.  It was worse now:  Soda and beer cans everywhere: By the couch, on the coffee table, left up on bookshelves, on the T.V. stand.  The ones that were empty were dented and crushed...

Update 1/16/2020

Hi there!  

Way to start the year, huh?

So here's the situation right now.

I've got two finished works, one about 9k and the other 5k, ready to post.  I'm waiting for the commissioners of them to get back with me before I publish them and expect for at least one of them to be given the greenlight tomorrow.

As for The Diaper Bag!  Thank you very much!  I hope everyone who read it enjoyed it and was happy with the final product.  

Trut...

The Diaper Bag (Final)

CREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAK!

Just like the first time, there was no gust of wind, or footsteps behind them or vacuum or rushing of air. Just like the first time, the heavy door slammed shut all the same.  

“EEEEEEEEP!”  It was Laura, not Lynn who cried out this time.  Lynn was smiling. To her this meant that there was still magic in this old tomb for poorly thought out businesses.

The lights came on.  Right where he had been before was the old shopkeeper, a...

The Diaper Bag (Part 13)

The sun was hanging low in the early evening sky. There was maybe an hour of daylight left and the street lamps had already come on, ready to pick up the slack for when the sun went down.  Most of the shops in the downtown area weren’t closed yet, but they’d already done the bulk of their business for the day.   

Either that or they were just starting up.  Much like the sun and the moon, when the cozy little Mom and Pop shops were wrapping things up, a handful o...

The Diaper Bag (Part 12)

“Wakey wakey,” Mom’s familiar, comforting voice broke the silence. “Time to get up, baby girl.”  Soft hands brushed Lynn’s.  “Mommy’s home.”

Lynn yawned.  “Mom?”  For a second, the babysitter had forgotten that she was all but naked and in a crib.  The vertical bars and the crinkle when she sat up quickly reminded her.  “Where’s Marie? Sabrina?”

Mom picked Lynn up as if she weighed nothing and took her back over to the ch...

The Diaper Bag (Part 11)

“Heeeeere comes the airplane!” Marie said, making the plastic spoon dip and dive. She might’ve gone for a loop-de-loop if she could have. “Time to open the hangar!”

Lynnie opened her mouth, part in following Marie’s directions and part from enchanted cooing amusement. The spoonful of Spaghett-O’s came zooming in, depositing its payload on her tongue before taking off again.  

From her highchair, Lynnie swallowed, and clapped.  Sabrina giggled and clapped ...

The Diaper Bag (Part 10)

The sun was up when the lights were flicked on, but it didn’t make waking up any easier.  “Time to get up, Lynn!” Mom cooed. “You’ve got a big day ahead of you!”

Lynn rubbed her eyes.  For half a second she could have sworn her room looked like a giant nursery. But when her vision cleared, it was just her same old room save for her diaper bag and the few bits of big baby clothes stowed in her hamper. 

Must’ve just been a lingering...

The Diaper Bag (Part 9)

“Oh my god!” Lynn crooned between mouthfuls of spaghetti.  “That was great!”  She bounced in her chair, feeling only a slight squish as she did so.  This particular diaper had a ways to go before it’d need changing.  “Best! Day! Ever!”

They were back home, in the kitchen. While it took everything for Lynn not to just use her hands and shovel the noodles directly into her face, Marie used a fork and spoon to carefully wind each tangle of spaghetti into ...

The Diaper Bag (Part 8)

“We’re heeeere.” Marie parked and cut the ignition.  Just beyond the parking lot a tiny little pond, locally known as the Duck Pond, even though Goose Pond might be a better descriptor considering the water fowl present.  On the far right side, farthest away from the street was also a sizable playground.  “Ready?”

Lynn stood up out of the car and stared.  She was not, in fact, ready.  The yonder playground was crawling with tots using the equipment. &...

The Diaper Bag (Part 7)

“What do you think?” Lynn asked.

Marie adjusted her glasses, stroked her chin, and nodded approvingly.  “Cute. Is it new?”

“Cute?” Lynn echoed.  “That’s it?”  Granted, the outfit WAS cute, but that hadn’t been the reaction Lynn had been expecting from Marie.  

“Yeah,” Marie confirmed. “It’s cute.  Is it new?”

“Very new.”  The denim shortalls hadn’t existed until about half an hour prior to Marie’s ...

The Diaper Bag (Part 6)

Her morning shower had been less than pleasant.  Wearing the diaper and baby clothes had been fun last night and at breakfast, but the playful veil of research and experiencing things from her charge’s point of view had faded the moment her clothes and very full Huggies Size 8 had plopped to the bathroom floor (doubly so where the diaper was involved).   

Diapers were less much fun when you had to change yourself. Plopping down on her poopy bottom and wriggling around ...

The Diaper Bag (Part 5)

Like Frankenstein’s Monster rising from the slab, Lynn sat straight up out of bed.  She had been cozy and warm; tucked in even!  But she shouldn’t be!  She’d passed out sprawled on her bed.  She hadn’t been sleeping had she?  

She’d only meant to doze. To nap.  To relish the feeling of... of….of victory...of getting away with something...of being naughty and clever! She’d planned to just rest her eyes. Then she would have hit the shower, clea...

The Diaper Bag (Part 4)

The door to Lynn’s room opened with nary a creek.  Fresh off her late shift at the hospital, Laura Gilligan peeked in, ready to tell her daughter to go to bed.  Turns out she needn’t bothered; poor thing was already passed out.   

Her little girl must’ve been tired:  She’d passed out on top of her covers with the lights on.  Lynn hadn’t even managed to put any kind of pajamas on, instead she lay spread eagle in the bed, still in her…

In ...