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Good Girls, Part 1 of 2 [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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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 mone...

WBBY.fm

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 tha...

The Boathouse [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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...

Bottoms Up, Part 15 [Conclusion!]

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 ad...

Teaser: Doing Business

Coming in a few short weeks...

8 Weeks (or, the Truth is Best Shown and Not Told) [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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 fac...

Bottoms Up, Part 14

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, bu...

Some Call it Fate [Tier 2 & 3 Exclusive]

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 f...

Blog: That Damn Writer Can't Just Stay in One Place!

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 pr...

Bottoms Up, Part 13

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 ...

Sordid Histoires [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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�...

Bottoms Up, Part 12

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...

Good Husband [Tier 2 & Tier 3 Exclusive]

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 jug...

Bottoms Up, Part 11

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?”

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While the Snow Falls [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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...

Bottoms Up, Chapter 10

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*nk...

Another Failed Man [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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 ar...

Bottoms Up, Part 9

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 s...

You Will Never Work in This Town Again [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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 b...

Bottoms Up, Part 8

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...

Blog: The Return of Blog

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...

Return to Sender [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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...

Bottoms Up, Part 7

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 fi...

A Certain Song [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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.”

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Bottoms Up, Part 6

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 - insi...

A Perverse Performance [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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, drift...

Bottoms Up, Part 5

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,”...

You Can Always Go Home Again, Part 2 of 2 (Tier 3 Exclusive)

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....

Bottoms Up, Part 4

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 th...