Chapter 136: Uncertain
The morning of my escape was one of incredible, unfathomable relaxation and utter calm. I rode in the backseat of Janet’s car, mentally running through the steps that the night would entail, again and again. Marvelously, it lacked the component of fear and anxiety normall...
Chapter 135: A Matter of Time
The world isn’t fair.
This is the first morbid thought that creeps into my head these days, as the alarm buzzes me awake from the black abyss of unconsciousness moments before.
“Snooze,” Cassie says, her groggy tone a hybrid of a plea and a demand. Almost reflexively, ...
I wrote this little ditty for a zine. Leave to me to go comical on a Halloween issue, right? I'm such a contrarian.
Cabin in the Woods is probably my favorite "Horror Movie" because of how self-aware it is. (This probably won't surprise people who have played Perpetual Change). So it was r...
Chapter 134: Riddles in the (Gas)Light
The toy monorail smoothly glided along the ornate and incredibly complex path. Ivy and Jessica- literally a miniature Amazon and metaphorically a giant kid respectively- had created in minutes on the fly what would have taken hours of inventory, planning, and careful constru...
Chapter 133: Missed Connections
Clad only in a diaper and still reeking of baby powder, I sat with my back up against my lowered crib rail with my tablet in my lap. My anxiety had sky-rocketed since Monday and even painting Beouf’s face lily pad green hadn’t stopped the rising tide. I kept refreshing MistuhGwiffin ...
Company Time
You love shitting on company time. That’s what you call it most every morning when you go to use the office toilet. Calling it that started out as a way to get over your own public restroom neuroses. The cramped little room with just a sink, a mirror, and a toilet all surrounded by walls thin enoug...
So I wrote this what feels like forever ago, and other than the zine that it was initially published in I don't know that anyone else has ever seen it.
The theme for that issue was "Adventure" and my happy ass decided that was a good idea to do a Choose Your Own Adventure style story. But not how CYO...
Chapter 132: What’s in a Nickname?
Despite Janet’s milk flowing through me first thing in the morning, I did anything but ‘chill’ on that early morning ride to school that Monday morning. I’d brazenly opened up the secret menu on my tablet and kept refreshing MistuhGwiffin, hoping for a reply to my post...
Chapter 131: Mindfucked
I prowled through the faux foliage of the play jungle on my hands and knees, stalking my unwary prey. The astro turf ground crunched and crackled beneath my paws. In real life, any sound would have been a detriment, but in Jungle World every movement crinkled and crackled a little bit. Alm...
(Christy)
Christy scribbled with red and orange crayons on a stray coloring sheet and slid it towards Wendy. “Gaba?” Fire? Can we light this place on fire? Make it burn?”
Hope.
Anger.
Desperation.
Wendy seemed to consider it-either that or she was pooping- and looked to her so-call...
Chapter 130: Grown-Up Time
The construct
Author’s Note: The following was an entry into a contest for the Dear Jazzie Podcast (where we answer all of life’s kinky questions). The rules were to write a 1-5k Short story featuring the show’s titular host, Jasmine Starshine and her Co-Hostess with the Mostess FawnyABDL. Now that the contest has passed,...
2023-09-19 12:10:18 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 129: Immersion
Janet opened the frosted glass door and ushered me forward. “After you.”
I bit down on my tongue and muscled through every instinct telling me to be difficult. “Thanks,” I mumbled and crinkled through. The ice blue walls of the ticket area stopped at the door and made way fo...
Chapter 128: P.P.P.
It was too damn early when I opened my eyes for the second time that Sunday morning. It wasn’t quite nine o’clock. I’d have been awake and scheming by now on a school day, but a night of tossing and turning next to Janet, the atrocious hour at which we got up, the slow humming rhythm of Janet...
Howdy folks. Just checking in with ya to tell you I’ll be producing content again very soon. Expect more crinkly cuddles and diapered trauma drama by next week.
2023-09-02 21:47:40 +0000 UTC View PostOne of the things that I’m really grateful for is the patience and grace in which my patrons interact with me. I am not always a pleasant person to deal with and I am definitely not punctual with replies. Despite that, so many of you bear with me week after week and month after month.
I’m literally not ...
The Saturday after Janet’s folks got on a plane and out of our hair I sat in a barber chair at L’Enfant Magnifique getting my own done. The top of my head peaked up above the leather backed chair only with the aid of a booster seat. The crinkling under my bottom was mirrored by the crinkling on top of my head; one f...
2023-07-29 16:46:08 +0000 UTC View Post(Drew)
Drew brooded one morning on the play room floor. He couldn’t say which morning, because he didn’t know anymore. His personal timeline was a mixture of memories and imagination and it was getting harder and harder to tell which was which. He’d either just stumbled into Granny’s house or he’d...
“Heeeeere cooooomes the spooooon!” Max dipped and ducked the big wooden baking spoon around in the air the way a mosquito might to avoid being swatted. Alby tracked it with all the intensity of a child eyeballing their first underhand softball pitch. Max artfully stopped it so that it was just barely within re...
2023-07-16 15:42:02 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 126: Family Planning
I didn’t blink for close to twenty-four hours after breastfeeding from Janet; probably longer. At any given moment, my eyes were closed shut as I tried to hide from my own conscience and consciousness, or open and staring into some invisible middle distance whilst I relived that terrible ...
(Christy)
“Do you, Tyler,” Drew asked, “take Christy?”
Tyler looked at Christy as if she were the only girl in the entire world. “I do,” he said solemnly.
“And do you, Christy,” Drew repeated, “take Tyler?”
Christy was positively glowing when she said, “I do.” &...
“Oh no!” Lindsay cried. “Not again!”
You watch as Lindsay stands there, bow legged on the playground, yanking her skirt down as best she can even as the wetness indicator along her formerly fresh diaper turns blue. She looks like she’s on the verge of tears…again.
Come on! It’s not that bad! ...
(Part 9)
Alby was carefully placed in the nursery’s crib. “You wait here, Princess,” Daddy said. “Daddy needs to baby-proof the house real quick.” He punctuated the sentence by sliding up the railing.
Alby hung her head down, partly to seem contrite, and partly to stare down at the padded m...
Same Old Story
Okay new kid, I know you’re in shock right now, so I’m gonna answer some questions for you before you even have the time to ask them:
Yes, you are wearing a diaper. Yes, you are going to pee and poop in it if you haven’t already. It’s inevitable and unless you’re thinking about it all th...
Tyler
After the torture session that was lunch, the quartet was put down for a nap. They had little choice. Whatever was in that milk was stronger than whiskey and put even the most miserable and petulant amongst them into a kind of weary haze, sapping them of their will.
Tyler found himse...
Normal.
You come to a dead stop. You plant your feet. You bend your knees. You grunt to yourself and push, feeling your cheeks spread. You push again and feel the warm mass come out of you and enter the back of your diaper. It feels so good getting it out because your tummy doesn’t hurt anymore. The...
Busy Bee Daycare Guidelines: Diaper Changing
One thing all staff at the Busy Bee Daycare are responsible for-from the headmistress all the way down to our local volunteers from the highschool- is the changing of diapers. But we have very specific ‘Do’s’ and ‘Do Not’s’ here and it’s important to follow...
(Brittney)
When Brittney was a baby, (for real that is), her dear old Granny would plop her in front of the television and watch old-timey cartoons. The kind in the faded technicolor. The kind with too much violence and, in hindsight, some stereotypes and cultural norms that did not age well in hindsight.
Oh how ...
“How old?” One of the daycare workers asks another.
“One? Maaaaaaybe two…?” the other says. “Like about to turn two? Maybe?”
The first makes eye contact with you, and puts on a syrupy sweet smile meant for a toddler. “Sweetie, do you know how old you are?” As if t...
