“You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?”
I stopped on the cobblestone courtyard just outside of the ethical philosophy building. Not five hundred feet away was the classic statue of the blind Amazon woman with scales of one hand and a cradled infant in the other. The words beneath the statue read. “...
Chapter 2
Toto’s ‘Africa’ droned on the fourth floor of PharmaCo’s corporate headquarters. Easy listening music hits of the 70’s 80’s and 90’s was on constant play inside the building. As a way to keep himself less visibly nervous, Matthew had started to keep track of the number of times he’d heard certain songs. This was the fifth time ...
Chapter 1
There comes a time in every person’s life when their code of ethics collides against temptation. When the dust settles either the code or the temptation is knocked on its ass; it’s opposite standing victorious.
Ethical codes may vary widely. For some it’s the deeply held tenets of a religion, or a philosophy that has been honed over lon...
So true story.
When I was at one of my lowest points of my life, I cried every day on the way to work. Guaranteed. The thought of going to my job every day and the drive to my job sent me into an anxiety attack where I inevitably would cry and scream in traffic.
You know that anxiety and discomfort you feel when you go to the dentist? The "I don't want to do this...
Patrick Porter stood at the edge of the girder, peering down at the ground beneath. One false step and he’d go tumbling ass over tea kettle to his death. Pat didn’t even know how he’d gotten there.
Correction. He knew exactly how he’d gotten to the top of the unfinished building. There were no blackouts. No supervillain like The Fugue or Mesmerosa had hija...
Chapter 50: Lay of the Lunchroom
I was last in line on the way to lunch. It might have been a form of mercy, considering my earlier freakout. It might have been seen as a childish penalty due to perceived ‘fussiness’ earlier that morning. Heck, it might have just been because I was the last to get changed before lunch.
With the clean diaper an...
It was a strange scene. The lights were off ( as they usually were), but it was hardly pitch black. The school standard slatted blinds were hardly sun proof, and whirring sensory nightlights lit up the ceiling to compliment the shafts of errant sunlight highlighting patches of floor.
So while it would have been easy enough to dr...
You wake up in a crib, but you don't panic. Your Mommy comes in and effortlessly lifts you out of it and plops you on the changing table to remove your thoroughly soaked diaper. Again, you keep your cool. You've read enough altered reality stories to see where this is going
As Mommy wipes and powders you, you talk just enough to confirm that she can't understand you. &n...
One slip is all it took for everything to come crashing down. You were talking with your boss undergoing a performance review. You were THIS close to going from a temp job to becoming an actual member of accounting...and then lunch caught up with you. You farted.
You leaned a bit to your left, and let out a squeaker right in front of your supervisor. He sat across...
A re-upload from Cushypen that has been released to the public. The tables turn when an angry young woman gets ahold of magic dice.
2021-05-29 13:53:14 +0000 UTC View PostAn upload of something from Cushypen. Fun mental regression/hypnosis.
2021-05-29 13:26:27 +0000 UTC View PostPuckered lips planted a wet sloppy kiss right on my cheek. I let out a confused and angry yelp, thrashing my arms and legs, batting away and slapping Ivy even as I fell out of my chair. “GAAAAAAH!”
I landed on the carpet and kept scooting away, my eyes fixated on the Zoge’s ‘baby girl’ like she was a deadly cobra and...
Chapter 44: A Chapter From The Big Book of Cruel Miracles
Gentle Reader,
What you are about to read is a most unpleasant, but revealing tale. It might be best to not read this, and learn of the poor little changeling girl thrown down the well. Perhaps an afternoon playing outside with friends and family might be an order; perhaps with a particularly fr...
Chapter 43: Negotiations
Here is a new arrival
That is an ounce
Hats, dats, bats
Got any crack?
That’s my coat!
Got any X?
We give discounts
To call the entity standing in front of Tommy a “little girl” was something of a misnomer. She was, in fact, “little”; being the same height as Tom...
2021-05-15 19:55:06 +0000 UTC View PostUnconsciousness was a small blessing for Daniel. Hours passed in the blink of an eye. He did not feel the scissors cutting away his clothes, shredding up his privacy into fine bits of scrap to be burned He did not feel the shaving razors gently gliding and scratching away his body hair, erasing his secondary signs of virility and puberty. He didn’t feel lotions and powders b...
2021-05-08 20:10:46 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a story. A story about Daniel and Jane. After reading this, one might think that it should be Jane and Daniel. But at the start of it all, Daniel came first. Daniel always came first.
The two had met as teenagers. Fallen in love. Gotten married. It hadn’t mattered that Mother and Father had disapproved of Daniel; thought he was sleazy; ...
It's your third second birthday...
You're stuck in your highchair; naked save for a wet diaper while all your relatives gather around you and sing Happy Birthday off key. You don't cry. You don't scream. You don't argue. You just wait for your aunts and uncles and cousins to stop singing.
You close your eyes and roll them to yourself as...
So a short while ago, my friend and fellow creative type Daddy Wuffster and I did an art trade. He wrote a story for me, and I wrote a story for him. Ta-da!
Then he did me one better, and made a recording of the story I wrote for him, and he's allowed me to share it with my patrons!
Give it a listen!
Just as important to mention: You can support him by subscribi...
The next two hours were a blur. Usually, that expression means that everything moved fast. Not so in this instance. The timer went off at a snail’s pace. It was like watching the world go by encased in amber. Swimming through jello. This sense of “other” that made everything drag on and on and on.
It wa...
Samantha shuffled around in Mrs. Thompson’s office. Her legs were cold. She wasn’t fool enough to come back to work the next day without one of those ridiculous pull-ups on. But the only thing that sufficiently covered up the extra padding were shorts. It wasn’t even a physical cold as a psychological one; it was like how her legs always felt a little cooler right ...
2021-04-22 22:56:59 +0000 UTC View PostSamantha hated being a Tweener, sometimes. Tweeners: Caught between two worlds. To the Amazons, people like Samantha were children; not quite babies like Littles, but not true adults, either. More like Elementary or Middle Schoolers at best. Trustworthy, but not dependable, and certainly not too big to be be cut down to size and put back in diapers. (Though as far as the...
2021-04-18 21:25:26 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 42: No Way Out of It
Tommy literally couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What in Heaven, Hell, and Malacus was going on? He’d heard the clock last night, but he’d ignored it. He’d resisted temptation. He’d won...sort of. Okay, so many he hadn’t ‘won’ won, but he hadn’t given in. The disease wasn’t spreading...
Chapter 41: What They Missed in the Mist
Gentle Reader,
One of the sweetest gifts of early life is the gift of forgetting. As you stumble and fall and crawl through the muck of life, blissfully unaware of how utterly ridiculous and disgusting you are, you slowly gain a sense of the world and of yourself in it. The curse of continuity looms with memory ho...
2021-04-07 03:07:46 +0000 UTC View PostSo just in case you didn't know, The New Narnia is an anonymous commission. I'm about done writing it, but I don't want to post without review and permission.
I'm still on target to have two chapters up this week. So don't worry overmuch about that. I just want to keep people in the loop about what's going on.
So it's been a hot minute.
Stumbled and lost a step on the ol' update schedule. Sorry about that.
To keep everybody updated. Gonna try to upload another chapter of New Narnia by Tuesday as well as another update (might be New Narnia, might be a one-shot) by the end of the week.
-Personalias
“This is our schedule,” Ivy told me pointing to the painter’s stick hot glued to the far wall. “It tells us what we’re gonna do an-”
“I know, Ivy,” I interrupted. “I know.” Ten painter’s sticks were glued to the wall. A strip of fuzzy Velcro going from top to bottom. At the top of each sti...
Hand in hand in hand we walked out of the cafeteria and through the empty courtyard of Oakshire Elementary’s open campus. I grimaced with most every step. I’d never had to walk around with a messy diaper, but my head was on a swivel for other reasons besides the newfound mass in the back of my pants. There was still that...
2021-03-23 23:51:41 +0000 UTC View PostJust writing to let people know that this week I'll be tackling more of my deviantart piece Lily and then hopefully updating Unfair
2021-03-22 22:35:33 +0000 UTC View Post