Everything was set for Ashley's surgery and her last day at Padded Bliss had finally come. Angela had been training her to get used to the toilet, even when she didn't have to go. To make it easier, Ashley had switched to pull-up-style diapers. Though she was still having accidents, both wet and messy, Angela was impressed by just how well she was adapting t...
A new oil used to cook potato chips has some very unpleasant side effects for that one in ten thousand who eat it. Brian is one of those one in ten thousand and by the third quarter of the football game all hell breaking loose. By the end of the game, Brian was in a kind of hell till his wife Carol walked him out of there. Story Part 1 "Honey, you OK," Car...
By the time she reached the last step the arousal gel had begun working in earnest. She gingerly walked into the kitchen, her cheeks bright pink, and stood awkwardly trying to find a way to ease the friction against her intimate flesh. He turned and grinned at her. “I don't have words for how adorable you are right now little one.” Her hair was still a bit...
. . Chapter V . . Gwen whimpered and began to sob as Imogen's hot breath washed over her ear. She felt the full effect of the woman's words, but her body reacted more willingly than her mind was prepared to accept. Her sphincter shuddered and gave out, the water gushing out into the diaper as Gwen wept rather noisily over her pacifier. The liquid was hot.....
Note contains strong themes of gaslighting, humiliation, anal, and messy diapers. You have been warned. ***** "If I take care of your bottom, it's mine to use as I see fit." Daddy would say often. In practice what it meant that after one of her many humiliating diaper changes. Or a stinging spanking ("an important part of caring for a little girls behind!...
The first person character of this story is called Mr. Rogers in an obvious reference to the surrogate father figure of the TV program. That is, however, no implication that the story is about Fred Rogers in any way. All the characters are fictitious, as you can imagine from the opening line, but then forget that. "I want to sleep with you, Mr Rogers."...
This is a new story which I've shared elsewhere. I hope you'll enjoy it but if watersports isn't your thing you may prefer to pass it by. ***** "Well we're here at last!" Sarah exclaimed as she pulled into the carpark. A tatty old sign bore witness to what the place had once been – Drydale Magna Secondary Modern School. A sea of weeds populated what had on...
Robertson Russell's cell phone rang as he was haranguing Ned Crawford his chauffer from the back seat. "I want this car polished more, Crawford!" Robertson lectured. "You're not working hard enough, man." Ned Crawford nodded his broad black face, trying to hide a grin, as Russell continued his screed. "You aren't supposed to just sit around in the corpora...
(This is a fantasy. All characters over the age of 18. The story was an idea from a friend, who asked if I would write it. She helped develop the story and edited it; however, any mistakes are my responsibility. The story contains spanking, humiliation and diapers, if this does not interest you please do not read it.) =================================== SW...
Flora sat on the couch, regarding a large, plain box in the middle of the coffee table. It was the diapers they'd order, damn two day shipping. She pouted at the box, which remained a large, plain box oblivious to her grumpiness. She heard David's car pull up, he'd be so excited to see they'd been delivered. She sat up straight and smoothed out her t-shir...