Friends,
Magic is real and all around us; we just fail to grasp it and take its powers for our own. Most hucksters and snake oil sorcerers would tell you this and add in the phrase “Believe it or Not!” But that particular colloquialism is one hell of a misnomer. You have to believe, friends, you have to.
Belief is the thing that generates magic, that breathes life into it like air to a flame. Belief latches onto that power and Divine Spark of creation like a ...
Sorry to worry everyone with my (relative) quiet. No excuses. Just bad time management and being a perfectionist. I have two gold tier stories in the works that are kind of in a negotiation editing sequence (and there's no shame in that). And I'm working on the next chapter of Unfair as you read this.
2022-11-16 16:52:56 +0000 UTC View PostNew Job
“Let’s get you changed,” Teacher says as they pull your pants down for you on the changing table, revealing the thoroughly soiled diaper you're wearin
You start to apologize profusely, hiding your face behind your hands while the words tumble out like a babbling brook. Your shirt is up past your belly button and your pants are all the way off, and the AC is blasting, but it feels hotter here than it did outside.
The used diaper you’re wearing is swol...
Mischief Night: The night before Halloween. October 31st was when all the kiddies went trick or treating with their mommies and daddies in their cute little costumes. The day after was either about going to church or recovering from a sugar hangover, depending on how religious you were. The night before, though? That’s when the big kids came out to play. That’s when the teenagers got to do their thing
Mischief night was the night of pranks, ding-dong ditch, eggs, flamin...
Author's Note. A Story Trade with Just4n0th3rUs3r and a sequel to their story, "A Humiliating Visit from Mommy"
P.S. This isn't canon without the original author's approval.
“Good morning,” Mom sang as she opened up the door to my nursery and walked in.
“Mowning Mommy,” I yawned, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. ...
“Come with me, little one, and hop up on the changing table. I’ll give you a boost. Lie down. Good job!
Yes, I know you say you’re a big kid. And I know you said it was just gas. But those volunteers all the way from the local high school said that they thought they smelled something more than just a toot, so I’m going to check.
No need to be embarrassed, little one. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. And the other babi...
Any sufficiently advanced magic is completely indistinguishable from science. That’s just the way it is. Savages will look at a perfectly fine tuned summoning circle or a gate into an extra dimensional first draft of reality itself and suppose that there is some sort of fine tuned and knowable mechanism behind it all that can then be easily replicated and mass produced once sufficiently understood.
And that kind of unenlightened attitude is exactly why magic is so rare across t...
Later than Sooner
It happens unexpectedly, right in the middle of hanging out. It's just you, your best friend, and your spouse. Then the air starts to ripple like the desert but with no heat.
No.
It's not the air, it's space itself that is flapping like a sheet in the wind.
A foam playmat sprouts up from the living room floor like time elapsed grass and you suddenly know what's about to happen. All over your home, the hallmarks of overgrown infancy manif...
Dear Readers,
I first met Jasmine Starshine-portrayer of the world renowned character “Jasmine Starshine”- at Capcon 2020, right before the pandemic hit. I’d just quit my teaching job and was making a go at this patreon writer thing; mostly still coasting off of savings if I’m being honest. (To give y’all an idea; I wanna say Unfair chapter 10 or 11 had just released that weekend of capcon).
The details that followed that weekend are a little fuzzy, primari...
There are so many talented writers, entertainers, and personalities in this niche that I get to share space with and am happy and honored to share the spotlight with. Many of them I am fortunate and honored to call friend and peer.
Many are very creative and proficient, telling stories in ways I cannot or will not, but execute them so well that I cannot help but admire the craft with which they execute their endeavor. Not everyone does diapered trauma drama like I do, but t...
“Greetings, Master! What is your first wish?’ T
2022-10-23 15:10:42 +0000 UTC View PostStill in hospital. it wasn’t supposed to take this long. Checked out and then checked in again almost immediately via ER. Was home less than an hour. Why did they discharge me???
2022-10-15 13:34:18 +0000 UTC View PostIf you're reading this, I'm probably in surgery. Wish me luck y'all will keep ya updated (hopefully with some fresh content) as soon a I'm home
2022-10-12 13:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post(A sequel to The Virus)
“Okay folks,” the meeting leader said. “Let’s start with the affirmation.”
“I am an adult.
I am not helpless.
I am not stupid.
I am independent.
I did nothing to deserve what was done to me.
What happened was not my fault.
I am worthy of respect.
I am worthy of being equal.
I am worthy of autonomy
I will build back up, one brick at a time.”
It came out as the same tired, droning cadence as lapsed Catholic...
Once upon a long long time ago, before your Mommy or your Mommy’s Mommy, or your Mommy’s Mommy’s Mommy was a child, the People came down from Heaven. They worked the land. They raised animals. They prospered. They multiplied.
But they were not happy.
They worked the land but they did not care for it. They raised animals but took no joy in it. They prospered but found no meaning in their prosperity. They multiplie...
2022-10-08 12:57:32 +0000 UTC View PostJanet opened up the back door and unbuckled me from the car seat. She set me down on the driveway and let me readjust my own clothing; though I could see her fingers fidget and twist. Some part of her baby crazy brain was likely screaming at her that I was doing it wrong just by virtue of my size and state. “Remember,” she told me. “Best behavior. We’re guests.”
I hiked up my tan slacks w...
Thank you to everyone who has supported me and let me keep the lights on over at my house. More stories to come, hopefully by this weekend.
I've got a surgery coming up, though I don't know the date just yet. Hernia repair. It's gonna be rough. It was supposed to be this Wednesday, but Hurricane Ian threw a monkey wrench into everything scheduling and prep wise. : /
In the meantime, I'm going to be doing what I do best and writing long ass abdl stori...
2022-09-30 14:36:15 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 105: 'Jefe'
Somewhere on the horizon, the orange sun was setting, and I was being cascaded with soft white fluorescent lights. I was pink skinned and greasy with sweat, and smelled a special kind of terrible that only came from having most of my body encased in a barely breathable jumpsuit. I’d smelled worse though. There were tangential benefits to not having any body hair.
I still wanted a shower…
“Did you have fun?” Janet asked ...
Daniel sat behind the reception counter in the combination lobby and gift shop, staring blankly at the wall. The Playground was dead tonight. It’s never a good sign for a kink dungeon when the monitors outnumber the guests. It’s an apocalyptic portent when it happens on a Saturday night.
The owner and proprietor didn’t stare out of boredom, but anxiety. Bills were coming in and loans were being called due. This had been a very bad investment of Grandpa’s money...
Chapter 104: Of Costumes and Masks
Why?
Why, why, why?
Whyyyyyyy?
I’d been mentally kicking myself ever since I woke up that Friday morning. Why hadn’t I gotten out yet? Why wasn’t I still resisting as hard? I’d kept talking to another Little while a stranger checked and changed me. I’d been too caught up in a moment to care about wearing pants.
Why?
Not so deep down, I knew all the answers. Knowing them didn’...
I told Janet everything that had happened as soon as we were back in the car. I didn’t have much of a choice. I’d stopped crying by the time she came to get me but my eyes were still irritated. Janet didn’t have anything else to say beyond “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to skip the meeting tonight? Stay home?”
I declined the offer. I still had work to do.
Just when I was getting ready to ...
[Part 9: Shake Up]
Chapter 102: Peer Pressure
Early Thursday morning, I walked into Beouf’s room feeling oddly empty. Normally, I’d use that term to mean something negative. Most people would. People don’t like the idea of ‘empty’; it implies that something that should be full is missing a vital component. A hollow log is bereft of the tree’s life. An empty cup lacks purpose until it’s filled. You get the idea.
Empty can al...
This was the day that Takayama was going to die. He knew it with a level of certainty rarely found in life; at least not until the very end. Not that he wanted to die, mind you, but after the screaming and flailing and flipping it was hard to reach any other conclusion. He was pretty sure he’d wet himself, too, which in a way was darkly funny. He’d always heard that the bladder and bowels released after death, but here he was proving them wrong. Not tha...
2022-08-27 18:56:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 59: The Burden of Hope
Tommy sat on the floor trying to keep himself awake. He was half slumped over a mess of wooden alphabet blocks that he was trying to make into a stage. For what? What action figures would be his leads and what parts they would play? He didn’t know. It was more for the act- the repetitive motion of gathering and stacking- that kept him from falling asleep on the floor. Even the rough hewn play carpet felt deceptively c...
Chapter 58: After Dinner Plans
Mommy dipped the spoon in the warm but not steaming bowl of mashed potatoes mixed up with peas. “Okay, Tommy,” she said. “What is it this time?”
“Horsey!” Tommy commanded.
“Horsey it is!” She started making clip-clop clicking noises with her tongue that would have shamed Monty Python for needing coconuts, and bounced the spoon through the air in rigid short gallops. “Neeeeeeeigh!”
Tommy opened his mouth ...
Here's a look at the slides I put together for my Capcon presentation this weekend.
It was a crazy adrenaline rush and I had to rush through spots, but please take a look at. ESPECIALLY the other writers I got to mention!
All ABDL artwork is included with permission from the artists and everything else should be covered under Fair Use. All contributors, both writer and artists are credited at the end and links are provided to various websites where you can su...
In case Siren's Swan Song wasn't enough of a hint, I have a great love of comics.
That's why I am proud to share you part of this ongoing collaboration between myself and Pink-Diapers.
She had some random drawings, I had some crazy ass ideas. And we had some peanut butter and chocolate synergy.
Seriously, give her a follow and some support. I am beginning to think that she's criminally underrated.
I've been putting this off all week, because sometimes that's just what I do.
I really like writing, Unfair. I do. And I have many more plans for it.
But that's the problem. I always have plans for Unfair. No matter what curveballs life throws at me I always find time to sandwhich that crazy gem in.
But that's not fair.
I have gold tier requests, and regular commissions, and New Narnia (which is also a commission but by this point is far fr...