Heat…
Dominik was plopped down into a giant makeshift baby carriage. ‘Makeshift’ didn’t do it justice. ‘Custom’ was more like it. Its wheels belonged to wheelchairs. Its bed was a soft foam child’s mattress, just barely big enough for him to fit in. Its siding and rails were upholstered in black leather with thick steel mesh from several shopping carts, and the canopy over his head had more in common with a convertible roof.
Taken all toget...
Sloth: The Last Choice You’ll Ever Make
Choice. So many choices. Too many choices. You had to choose what and when to eat. What to wear. Where to live. What to be when you grew up.
Fuck those choices. Those weren’t really choices to begin with.
When every choice amounts to “or starve out in the cold,” there really isn’t a choice. Being alive is just one big choice between life or death done again and again and again. Of course you’...
(Christy)
Christy’s body was up before the rest of her was. Her muscles felt both rested and exhausted, like she was somehow sleeping and up all night having sex at the same time. She breathed in deep heavy, relaxed sighs and watched the world through half open eyes that did not fully comprehend.
Reality played in snippets shorter than the average TikTok video. Blackness. Then Granny. Then blackness. Then flying. Then blackness. Then sitting. Then blackness.
Steps To Happiness.
You’re going down the stairs. One by one you take them down. Down, down, down, you’ll go until you’re down to your special place, your most favorite place in the world. The place where you can be little and happy and play forever and ever without a care in the world. You count down with each step, your anticipation and your awareness growing after each step.
Ten. You hear the slight crinkle when you move. You’re wearing your diaper. Good b...
Chapter 125: Unification
I did not sleep
Tyler
This was wrong. This was so wrong. Tyler sat on the floor with his legs splayed open. On the floor beside him was a paper plate containing cut up hot dogs and blobs of ketchup and mustard to dip them in. The slices were big and thick enough that they were practically sausage patties. Tyler picked one up, dunked it in ketchup and shoved the whole thing in his mouth and chewed.
For beverages, they were given baby bottles filled with water with the...
Note: All character's in this story are HIGHLY fictionalized versions of real people.
The Hook….
Professional wrestling is fake. Every time the camera is rolling, every time someone who isn’t a wrestler is watching you; it’s a work. No one is actually trying to injure one another, at least they shouldn’t be. The shiny gold belts are nothing more than props to dazzle fans and to create drama and tell stories. The toy replicas sold in Walmart would be just as v...
One of the grown-ups comes and grabs you by the hand. “Come on, baby, let’s change your diaper.”
Your heels reflexively start to dig in, for what little good it does. The caregiver might as well be a semi truck with how strong she is. You’re going to that changing table, whether you want to or not. You have no say in the matter. That doesn’t prevent you from saying, “I’m not a baby!”
Your peers all giggle and point at you. “B...
[Part 11 Plateau]
Chapter 124: Spoiled
Janet cut the engine to her car and sighed relief. The trip was over. The weekend was just begun. Unification was less than twenty-four hours, but being trapped in a moving box was done. Everyone could have their own space. Everyone except me, that is, but I’d grown used to the constant monitoring. Life as a Little was already a panopticon. Adoption just made it so that there were periods of time where ...
Alby woke up feeling surprisingly well rested, considering he’d passed out on the couch. At the speed of thought, he fantasized camping out in the living room until the end of time. That way he wouldn’t have to face the very necessary task of tossing out…
…all…
…of…
Why was his thumb in his mouth?
Alby opened his eyes so that he could properly stare down his nuzzle and confirm that he had indeed been sucking his thumb again. The digit was wet an...
Greetings!
“Hello. Welcome to Walmart,” Randy said. “Welcome to Walmart. Welcome to Walmart.” The sixty-five year old stood just inside the entrance, droning on to shoppers who didn’t even care. He was practically a human motion sensor. Whether they said ‘Hello’ back or not barely registered.
Randy didn’t much care. He wasn’t being paid by the reply. He was being paid to stand there, say ‘Hello’ and ‘Welcom...
Chapter 123: Joys and Torments
The peace I’d earned from Janet’s Mom lasted only as long as it took for the four of us to get back to the car.
“You’re not going to make him wear this stuff all the way back, are you?” Her mom said.
“Of course not,” Janet replied, sounding slightly offended. She popped the trunk.
“How long has he been wearing it?” her mom pressed, “Your house is quite a drive. He looks hot.”
Her Dad got in on the ac...
Drew
Drew did not normally dream, not that he could remember anyways. After a good night’s sleep he would waken feeling refreshed, if slightly groggy, and have the vague feeling of having been dreaming, but the details were always fuzzy and Drew didn’t see much point in exploring them assigning meaning to them. If it was a good dream, he’d wake up feeling good. If it was a bad one, he’d wake up feeling grumpy or startled.
Upon waking from his exhaus...
Flash Fiction: Advanced
Day 2
You’re wandering around the re-education center’s playroom. You feel the old familiar cramp in your stomach, and the fullness in your bottom.
You stop.
You pick a spot in the middle distance.
You bend your knees slightly.
You push.
No muss. No fuss. No crying. No shouting. A slight groan rattles up from your throat, but that can be forgiven. You feel your cheeks spread and your anus str...
Flash Fiction: No Choice.
You’re in bed.
Making love to Mommy.
She’s wearing nothing.
Neither are you.
Except for your diaper.
“Faster, baby,” she moans. “Faster.”
You obey, thrusting into her as best as you can.
No penetration.
Pure friction.
The only lubricant you have is the wet, pulpy feeling from your diaper.
Your dick hasn’t been wet with anything save your own piss since don...
Chapter 122: Improper Introductions
I was lying down in the backseat of Janet’s car. My pants were down at my ankles, there was a balled up Monkeez laying on the floor beside me, and Janet was looming over me fussing and tugging and tucking so that the new one fit just right. Those sticky tapes might as well have been a scalpel to her and she a novice surgeon working up the nerve to make the first incision.
My entire body reeked of baby powder, not just my ass, and I was wear...
Flash Fiction: Patient 18 months
Angela sat in the hospital’s examination room. Emotionally, she was numb. Physically, she was cold, hungry, and had to pee. All of this was very understandable. Hospitals were kept chilly and the shirt, jeans, bra and panties, she’d put on this morning had been replaced with a hospital gown. Likewise, she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Peeing? Well…
She was emotionally numb as a way to preserve her sanity. A lesser madness to offse...
Christy
Some people thought in words. Others in pictures. Christy’s, however, didn’t process in either the visual or the auditory sense. Christy felt. Her brain took in all of the stimulus of her body and gave it feedback in the form of tactile sensations and raw unfiltered emotions.
She could express herself in words and pictures, of course. She was good enough at translating the signals her cerebral cortex sent her into words that were understandabl...
Here's the slideshow I used for my Capcon Presentation. In addition to the raw slides I used, I also included lots of notes of (basically) what I said and talked about. (now with fewer Ahs and Ums)
It's not the same as being there, but it's the next best thing.
-Personalias
Okay. I'm about recovered from Capcon.
Expect more Ersatz and Unfair in the near future. A particularly lengthy chapter of Alby & Max should be up by middle of next month, and also a special wrestling fanfic.
Not to mention I'm putting in work on a particularly long and artful commission that I hope to premier sooner rather than later, time and perfectionism permitting.
Oh yeah. I'll share the slides from my new Capcon presentation as well, with ex...
You’ve never been great at making smart tactical decisions when it comes to your diapers. Years ago, when you told your vanilla friend about your kink and how paranoid you were about getting caught or someone finding your stash, they thought you were being silly.
“What’s there to catch? If somebody finds them, just say you have a medical condition or something. Like you’re a bedwetter, or have bladder control problems.” The flush in your cheeks was answered ...
You fall off the spinning disk, giggling like an idiot on the floor, and dizzy as hell. Thirty something rotations! New record! You toss your hands up to the ceiling in celebration and your laughter redoubles in on itself when it hits you that you were actually pointing at the nearest wall.
This is the best convention ever! Presently, you’re in the Nursery Playroom, where the littlest of the little ones like to play. That’s you right now. Definitely you. &n...
Dear wonderful Patrons,
I am taking the rest of the week off to go play and perform at the Chicago Ageplay Convention aka Capcon. I'll be back at my keyboard pumping out premium padded pandemonium next week.
If any of you happen to be there and run across me. Don't hesitate to say hello and ask for a high five, hug, handshake, or fist bump.
I am so incredibly grateful to all of you. I owe my success to your support and enthusiasm.
Th...
Brittney
Giant houses with giant cars! Giant people talking to them like they’re children!. Giant diapers! And inside the giant house there was giant furniture, giant baby toys, and even more giant diapers! Madness! Pure madness! It was like Jack and the Beanstalk, but there were no beanstalks, no magic harps and no geese laying golden eggs!
This whole place was a fever dream! It wasn’t a dream, however. Brittney knew that on an instinctual level...
(Part 6)
Alone.
Alby was alone. He was used to being alone. He generally liked being alone, or so he told himself. Not true, actually, but generally being above everyone else made solitude an unfortunate necessity. If you’re going to have to push a boulder up the hill for all eternity, Alby reasoned, might as well enjoy it.
Just like dad said, it was all about expectations and managing them. Alby didn’t really need personal connections because he didn...
What Dreams May Come
A sound, like rushing water awakens you.
You’re awake. You’re in a crib. You’re wearing a diaper. It’s soaked and your bladder is empty. This is not surprising. You went to sleep in this crib. It’s no wonder you should wake up in it. Same for the diaper. It wasn’t wet when you fell asleep, (not that wet anyways) but it’s present condition is just the natural consequence of the passage of time.
You sit up and yawn away ...
Chapter 121: Preparation Anxiety
Janet dropped a bombshell on me Saturday morning.
We were on the nursery floor, on our hands and knees. The toys and stuffies had been arranged in a circle for gladiatorial combat. Lion, of course, was the undefeated champion, but Janet was puppeting the challengers. So maybe it was more like pro-wrestling. Should I give Lion a finishing move?
Janet’s phone pinged. “Hm?” On all fours, she dropped the latest vi...
Tyler
Some people had quiet minds. They could open their eyes, take deep breaths, and think of nothing unless prompted to. It was pleasant. They were at peace.
Tyler wasn’t one of those people. Always thinking. Always analyzing. Always wondering and playing things over again and again. Always searching for that next bit of mental stimulation; that next hit of dopamine. To get to sleep each night, Tyler laid his head down next to Christy and would t...
“Fucking hell,” Max said again, looking at his pants and the underside of his forearm. The high he’d experienced moments ago from playing out a personal fantasy- both revenge as well as something else- dwindled down to nothing. Things had gotten way too real.
He grabbed a hand towel and scrubbed his forearm in the sink fast and hard to the point where bits of fur fell out into the sink. “Goddamn it.” This wasn’t going to do the job.
He used the towe...
You wake up knowing things.
You’re in your room, your nursery. You’re in your crib with the bars up and your head on the pillow, the heavy blanket is loosely draped over you, keeping you nice and snuggly while still letting you move in your sleep.
You’re awake now, however.
The blankets are so comfortable that you roll over once or twice, just to see if you can fall back asleep. Sleep is always so much more enjoyable when you’re awake enough to realize it. As m...