“Yeah, I Think I’ve Reached Capacity, So Better Get On It And Change Me Before Brad Shows Up!“

WARNING: DIAPER MESSING/PEEING, DIARRHEA, ALCHOL MENTIONED

Aaron woke to a wet feeling around his bottom for the second time that morning. The first time he had woken up, he had been too hungover to do anything about the fact that he was urinating. Going out for drinks the night before had been a bad idea for so many reasons, but mostly because his bladder simply could not handle that much alcohol.

Now, he groggily sat up in bed and pulled the wet sheets off himself. He didn’t have the energy to get mad at himself or the brand of diapers he was wearing for the huge wet stain that spread to the far reaches of his bed. He reached down to feel the waterlogged diaper that sat between his legs. It was soaked yellow and leaked a little when Aaron touched it. It was as if he had started peeing as soon as he fell asleep and hadn’t stopped until he had just woken up. And oh gosh, it smelled awful. He was lucky for the mattress cover, or he would have had to throw the whole thing away. Today was definitely laundry day.

Aaron removed his wet diaper and shirt and left them both on the bed. He walked naked to grab a trash bag, his hamper, and a new diaper. He knew he should shower first, but he wanted to rid the smell from the room asap, and he was unsure how long cleanup would take or if he was fully empty. Sure enough, as he dumped everything into the washing machine, he felt a trickle in his diaper. It wasn't nearly as much as before, but if he hadn't been wearing a diaper, he would have had to mop as well.

With everything in the wash, Aaron stretched and yawned as he made his way towards the shower. His diaper was wet again, so he smelled even more like urine than before. He barely got the bathroom door open when his alarm went off. He picked up his phone to silence it, then swore when he realized what it was for. It had been going off for 30 minutes to remind him that he had a Zoom class at 10. It was now 9:55. He rushed to his computer to log in before remembering that he was completely shirtless. He slipped into the first T-shirt he grabbed just as the class started.

This professor was, unfortunately, strict about having the camera on. She didn't care about being muted, but she wanted to make sure everyone was at the very least paying attention. The rule was that if you had to turn your camera off, it was only twice and for five minutes unless you had a good excuse. Aaron would have used one of his times to change when he realized the shirt he'd grabbed was an ABDL T-shirt with cute animals flying planes, but he didn't want to draw attention to it. Thank goodness it wasn't a more obvious one, but he made sure not to stand because this particular shirt doubled as a onesie. Halfway through the class, he felt something pressing against his bottom. He was glad he was muted because the gas that shot out of him just then was like a firecracker. He hadn't even eaten today, but the results of last night's disaster were finally making their way out of his colon. Aaron did his best not to make a face as he quickly switched off his camera. It was coming out, and he barely had time to stand up before something painfully snaked out of him. It stung as his bottom opened up to another solid mass of poop, warming the back of his diaper with another filthy release.

"Mr. Millards, I'm timing you," the professor said, referring to Aaron. But he could barely hear her over the sound of his diaper filling. It took three minutes before he felt like he was okay enough to stop, though he could tell he wasn't empty. It wasn't lost on him that he didn't have enough time to change, and he grimaced as he looked back at the bulging brown and yellow padding wrapped around his waist. He held his breath, carefully lowered his bottom into his seat, and cringed as he felt the hot oatmeal texture spread around his bottom. The smell was immediate and rancid. He wondered what the hell he ate last night and swore to avoid it the next time he was blackout drunk. He wiped away his sweat, prayed his diaper wouldn't leak during class, and returned to the Zoom session.

Aaron felt each minute of the rest of class drag on, each second making his stomach twitch. When it finally ended, he'd never turned his camera off so fast. His next class wasn't for another three hours, so he rushed to grab a new pair of clothes, deodorant, cologne, and opened up his ottoman to grab a fresh diap-

His face fell.

Aaron kept all of his diapers boxed up in an ottoman at the foot of his bed. He'd grabbed the last diaper from one of the boxes this morning, thinking the others were full. They were not.

He didn't know what to do. Aaron ordered all of his diapers online. Even with same-day shipping, they weren't getting here until tomorrow. His next class was in person; he didn't have time for that! His best bet was to head to the nearest store to buy some generic pull-ups, but there was still the problem of his full diaper. He'd worn diapers for so long now that going out in underwear wasn't an option. He could try to use the potty before he left, but with his stomach in turmoil, there was no telling if he'd still have an accident. His heart sank when he realized that not only was he going to have to go out in a filthy diaper, but he also needed to pee again.

The only outfit Aaron owned that was loose enough to hide his diaper bulge was a pair of loose joggers and an oversized T-shirt. They didn't really match, but more importantly, they were light-colored. There was no hiding it if he leaked. He checked himself in the mirror, hyper-focusing on his bottom. You really couldn't tell unless you were looking really hard...or if you smelled him. He tried his best to cover up the smell with cologne, but that almost seemed to make it worse. He was just going to have to not stand close to anyone.

He opted to walk to the store for obvious reasons. He couldn't focus on driving and not squishing his diaper. The walk to the store wasn't far, but it sure felt like it with every crinkling, squishy step he took. He hoped the sound of cars driving past would cover up the sound, and the nearby dumpsters could take the blame for any lingering smells. He couldn't stop thinking about how much his poop had spread around in his diaper. It was smushed into every crevice and felt like cold mud on his bottom. He knew his shirt was long enough to cover his bottom, but he felt like if his pants fell even a centimeter someone would catch sight of his toasted marshmallow bottom.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief when he finally reached the store. Despite his anxiety,  no one had seemed to notice his predicament. Or if they did, no one had pointed it out. His mind began to calm as he walked the store aisles, and by the time he grabbed the pull-ups, he felt okay enough to change in the store bathroom, as long as it was empty. Maybe they had a family bathroom he could use? If that was the case, he figured he should grab some wipes. He blushed, thinking about how big of a mess he had made and how he couldn't wait to get clean.

As he walked out of the diaper aisle with his supplies, he felt his stomach drop. Instinctively, his hand reached back to cover his bottom, and a splortch echoed off the linoleum walls. He felt eyes on him, but he was too focused on holding back a flood, his body trembling as he strained. He had just let out a handful of mushy diarrhea into his diaper, and he could tell there was more to come. He stayed there until he felt safe enough to move, then carefully made his way to the checkout aisle. His tummy rumbled angrily and his bottom hurt from holding it in, but there was no way he could go right now. He approached the self-checkout and whined anxiously when he saw the line. It wasn't that long, but his stomach thought otherwise. People could hear it groan audibly, and he tried his best not to make eye contact with any of them. By the time it was his turn, he could feel the whole store staring at him, the anxiety making his situation worse. He tried to focus on scanning; he only had two items. He just had to scan them, pay, and then he could run to the bathroom and use his diaper in peace—

PHBLARTCH

It was so loud it caught Aaron off guard, and he was pushing out another load before he knew what was happening. He let out an involuntary grunt of pain and effort as muck poured from his bottom and joined his previous mess. His knees shook as he pooped, and he gripped the register to balance himself. His body took that as a signal to keep going, and his bottom let out another wave of diarrhea. Of course, it was too much for his diaper to handle, and he felt the explosion before he heard it. Liquid brown spilled out of the leg holes  of his diaper and ran down his legs, staining his light-colored pants. When he pooped again, everyone saw it bubble out of his diaper and travel down the sullied parts of the fabric. Aaron tried not to think of all the eyes on him as he painfully soiled his diaper for the second time that day. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, reminding him that he had a class in a bit.

He definitely wasn't going to make it.

My Strange New Job, an ABDL story, chapters 4-6

Chapter 4

After arriving back to your meager apartment, stripping your pants off and feasting on your well deserved leftovers in just a shirt and diaper, you went to your room to decompress in the most appropriate manner possible…

Dinosaur fights!

Dinosaurs had become the obsession of your little side. A step into your room revealed a setting fit for an overgrown 4 year old boy. You had a shelf stuffed full of plastic dinosaur toys, and another shelf proudly displaying multiple stacks of the same Stone Age diapers by Poof Pants that Mommy changed you into earlier. You had a few stacks of other diaper designs as well, sure, but the majority were Stone Age diapers. In one corner sat a giant orange t-rex stuffie that was multiple feet tall, who you had affectionately named Terrisaurus Rex. (Terri was great for other purposes, too, but not tonight. Mommy had taken care of that earlier with her buzzy wand). You also may or may not sleep with a small green stuffed dinosaur every night.

After an hour or so filled with exhilarating dino battles on the floor of your room, you climbed into bed, feeling quite tuckered out. Sleeping came easy that night, as the diaper that Mommy changed you into seemed to be taped on perfectly, allowing you to easily drift off to sleep once you popped a pacifier into your mouth. That’s one thing you noticed right away today: Mommy J was an expert at changing diapers. You had never been able to get a diaper to fit as snugly on yourself as she had, despite years of regular diaper wearing.

Upon waking up the next morning, your bladder screamed for relief. You emptied into your diaper without a second thought, relishing in the warming sensation. You instinctively stretched and yawned, during which your paci slipped out of your mouth, off the bed and onto the floor.

Ugh, how unfortunate. You begrudgingly arose from your bed, and upon bending over to pick it up, you became aware of how heavy your diaper was. Between the beverages you drank with dinner after work, and the morning pee that was still settling, your diaper was clearly at risk of leaking if you were to wet any more.

You looked at the clock. 9:25 AM. May as well shower, work was soon. In the bathroom, you untaped your diaper and let it fall to the floor with a loud and heavy thump. You balled it up and deposited it into the tiny trash bin by the toilet, which it almost didn’t even fit into. You made a personal vow to take home one of the full-size, odor proof diaper pails that were stocked at work, but the asking price of those would require some saving up.

After showering, you debated diapering up again, but decided against that, as showing up to the store already padded could mean missing out on a masterful diaper change from Mommy before work.

After breakfast, you caught the bus and soon arrived at work. As you approached the store, you noticed that one of the windows had its security bars removed. You could see two full body mannequins laying on the floor behind said window. Inside, you greeted Mommy good morning and were promptly brought to the office to begin the uniform process. Today’s diaper was a Little Learners by Poof Pants, a popular cloth backed option that sported a colorful pattern of ABCs and 123s.

As you watched Mommy J sprinkle powder onto your open diaper, you asked, “Mommy, what’s with the mannequins?”

Mommy J lifted the front of the diaper into place, and taped it closed as she answered, “I'll explain once Ava gets here.” Once again, you were dressed into the Duckie clothing line, as modeling it for customers seemed to drive up sales. You still couldn’t fathom how the denim shorts seemed to make your diaper feel even more exposed than wearing no shorts at all.

As you and Mommy walked back out to the main area of the store, the door beeped and Ava skipped in. “Good morning everyone! What’s with the naked people?” Ava pointed to the pure white mannequins. Mommy J led her to the office to get changed, explaining to Ava that all would be revealed after her uniform was on.

Ava soon emerged, dressed in the same arm warmers, pigtails, thigh highs, pink top and diaper-revealing purple skirt as yesterday. Mommy J also emerged from the office holding a stack of something. “Listen up, little ones! You’ll notice that some mannequins have arrived. They were delivered here this morning. I went through the trouble of unboxing and assembling them, but I would like you two to help out by playing dress up!” Mommy J handed you a folded set of the same Duckie clothes you wore currently, followed by a plain white diaper. She handed Ava her own matching outfit and diaper.

Mommy J continued, “Once you’re done, could you place them so that they’re visible from the outside window? Don’t worry, they’re surprisingly light. Tell you what, do this for me and I’ll worry about the stocking this morning. Finish that before we open, would you please?” You and Ava responded with a collective ‘yes, Mommy’. She smiled a warm smile and left you and Ava to it.

Ava turned to you. “I’m practically an expert at this. I dress up my dollies at home all the time!”

“Oh really? Are any of your dollies 6 feet tall?” You asked, putting extra emphasis on ‘dollies’.

Ava sighed. “If only. I do have a bunny stuffie who’s big enough to fit into a pull-up, but no plastic dolls taller than a foot seem to exist. Still, I bet you don't have any experience putting clothes on plastic bodies, so PTTT!” Ava blew a raspberry at you.

You turned back to Ava. “For your information, I play with dinosaurs, who don’t need any clothes unlike your lame dollies!” You blew a raspberry back at Ava.

Ava chuckled. “Whatever, Dino Dork. Let’s get these mannequins diapered.”

There were two blank faced mannequins, one with a male figure and another with a female figure. Both were laying on their backs, seemingly in preparation to be diapered. You and Ava both began the diapering process by fluffing your respective diapers. You got on your knees and, with some lifting effort, slid the diaper underneath the figure’s butt. His legs were a bit close together, making it difficult to get the diaper pulled up into taping position.

“Stupid legs!” Ava said as she struggled with the female mannequin, “they’re scrunching up the padding!”

“Mine too,” you agreed, “it’s not gonna be easy to make this fit well.”

“Have you ever changed another person’s diaper before?” Ava asked, “because this is much more difficult.”

You thought for a second. “Hmm, come to think of it, no I haven’t. I’ve only changed myself.” You definitely didn’t imagine your first time as a changer would be with a mannequin. “I take it that you have?”

“Yeah,” Ava answered as she finally got around to taping her mannequin’s diaper. “Me and my roommate Randy change each other sometimes. She’s not an adult baby at all, but she’s absolutely obsessed with diapers. She even owns her own changing table and diaper pail!”

You smiled. “Heh, perks of finding a roommate on Fetlife.”

Ava nodded, now putting the clothes onto the mannequin, “Oh absolutely! I was beyond stoked about that when we moved in together. I was admittedly less stoked about her smoking habit. I can’t figure out what stinks more, her cigarettes or her diapers! But hey, I think the table and live-in changing partner make up for it.” She turned to you. “Hey can you help me lift my dollie onto the stand? She’s all dressed.” You helped Ava lift the mannequin and place it onto the stand, displaying it in the front window.

“Looks great! Now, can you help me with these shorts, Ava?” After the two of you practically wrestled with your mannequin to get the denim shorts on, you and Ava mounted and displayed the male figure next to his female counterpart. Even when worn by fake bodies, the Duckie clothes proved to accentuate thick diapers.

Ava pointed at the male mannequin. “I think I found a bigger dork than you!”

You pointed at the female mannequin. “Oh yeah? I bet that her diaper will be cleaner than yours by the end of the day!”

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Mommy J eventually came to the front to activate the sliding door, and praised the two of you for doing such a good job ‘playing dress-up’, which involved a pinch on the cheek to both of you.

Within an hour of opening, there was a steady flow of customers. Some knew exactly where to go, whether it be the Duckie clothing or restocking on changing supplies. Some people, though, asked for directions or your recommendations for products. You even used your experience from yesterday’s ‘buzzy time’ to help recommend a magic wand to some guy!

“Does it work on folks with, you know, guy parts?” He asked rather meekly.

You raised your eyebrows, “Speaking from experience, sir, I can assure you that this pairs VERY well with a wet diaper. You won’t be disappointed.”

The man picked up the box and went over to the checkout. “Uhh, thanks, dude, if you say so.”

You added ‘talked with a stranger about cumming in diapers’ to your brain’s list of things you never pictured yourself doing, right after ‘giving a mannequin a diaper change’.

The most notable visitor today was a woman wearing green running shorts and a sports bra. She was a proclaimed yoga instructor who was looking for the optimal diaper to wear during long yoga sessions. She claimed to be starting a section of themed yoga classes in response to the recent surge of ABDLs popularity. An odd request to be sure, but you and Ava were up to the challenge. You both recommend a cloth backed diaper.

“What does cloth backed mean?” The yoga instructor asked. “I’m new to all this stuff.”

“Allow me to explain!” Ava beamed. She turned to you and pointed at your diaper. “That’s a Little Learners, right?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, why?”

“Ok, pull your pants down.” Ava said.

“What? Why?” You got nervous.

“Just go with it.” Ava said. You complied and pulled your shorts down to fully reveal your diaper, albeit with the reddest face you’ve ever had.

Ava gave you a thumbs up and turned back to the woman. “So, there are two types of diapers.” Ava lifted her skirt revealing a diaper with fairies printed all over, “mine is plastic backed, meaning the outer shell is plastic. His is cloth backed,” Ava gestured to your diaper, “which is a lot more breathable. Better for an athletic woman such as yourself.”

The woman’s next request took you by surprise. “May I feel them?”

Ava nodded, skirt still lifted. “It’s fine by me!”

You certainly had no objections to a pretty woman feeling your diaper. “Fine by me, too.” The woman reached down and felt your diaper with one hand and Ava’s with the other. You felt her fingers glide across the padded surface. How embarrassing and exciting it was!

“Ohh yeah, I’ll definitely need a cloth backed diaper! I would burn up in the plastic ones!” The yoga lady selected some cloth backed diapers from a medical brand and went to checkout.

Like the engaged woman from yesterday, the yoga lady took up Mommy J’s offer for a ‘private diaper application tutorial’. She later waddled out from Mommy’s office, her neon shorts doing her no favors in regards to hiding her diaper. She expressed her approval and gave the three of you her business card, with the promise of discounted yoga lessons. (She also bought a pacifier that she clipped to her sports bra prior to leaving.)

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All in all, with the addition of a midday diaper change and nap, it was a pretty eventful day!

Much like yesterday, you and Ava were leaning on the conveyor checkout line upon the last customer’s departure. You were desperate for release by this point, and as soon as the last customer walked out you squatted down and released a monster fart, followed by a sizable mess that caked the inside of your diaper.

“What, no toast this time?” Ava asked. “Oh well, I don’t have to poop right now anyway. No denying you’re the yucky one today!”

You shrugged, “Hey, all in a day’s work. Oh, by the way, I think I’ll check out that Boosters joint tonight. That is, if the direct deposit has gone through.” You got your phone out to check.

Ava checked her phone as well. “It should have, normally does by now… yep, I got mine.”

Your bank app opened to reveal that your deposit hit as well. Not a bad payout for only 2 days of work! Five days worth of that pay rate every week seemed to be the cherry on top of an already amazing job. “Yeah, I’ve got enough to go out. Why not, I’ll go!”

Ava clapped her hands in excitement, “Ooh! How fun! You can meet Randy and I can show you what’s good there! Let’s take the bus after our change and buzzy!”

“Buzzies? Is it that time already?” Mommy overheard the conversation and approached you two. “Smells like someone is going to have a messy buzzy today!” Mommy J pulled back your waistband. “Pee-yew! You know things are bad when a mannequin has a cleaner diaper than you!”

“I already made that joke, Mommy!”

Mommy took you by the hand into her office, “Regardless, I think you need to be taken care of first! Come, little one!”

You took one last look back at Ava. “Once I’m done, I’ll wait for you!”

“Sounds good,” Ava called, “we can take the bus there!”

Chapter 5

You were on the changing table getting the buzzy time you had earned after such a long work day. Mommy J stroked the side of your head as she pressed the magic wand into your padded crotch. “Who’s a good baby boy who earned his buzzy time?”

You couldn’t even say so much as ‘I am, Mommy’, as the buzzing throughout your full diaper proved to be too intense. All you were capable of vocally was a series of gasps and grunts.

“Aww, is the baby boy shy?” Mommy cooed. “Maybe this will get you talking.” She pressed a button on the wand and the vibration became even more intense. That adjustment certainly made you say a few things. Well, ‘say’ was a bit of a stretch. I was more like a series of moans. You could feel the climax building up rather quickly at this point. Between the mess caking your bottom, the wet and squishy diaper vibrating intensely against you, and Mommy’s hand stroking your head, you didn’t last much longer and could feel yourself shoot off multiple sticky strands into your already maxed out diaper, coating it and yourself in warm, ooey-gooey cum. With how loud you were, there was no way Ava didn't hear something from outside the nursery office.

Mommy J put the buzzy wand away, and went to a nearby mini fridge, retrieving an amber-nippled bottle full of water. “My, my, you worked up quite a sweat! Drink up while I take care of your diaper, little one,” Mommy placed the bottle in your mouth, which you held up and suckled as Mommy removed your shoes, stockings, and shorts. “I overheard that you and Ava were going to Boosters after this. You should hydrate a bit before having some drinks. I just want my little ones to be safe.” Mommy J placed the stockings and shorts into a nearby hamper, and pulled out a mint green diaper from the changing table. This looked to be the same diaper Ava wore yesterday. “Alcohol can cause accidents, you know, so I can change you into a Magnum as well, if you'd prefer to have some protection for tonight. I already have a pack open anyway.”

Magnum was the top diaper from DryCare, which despite being a medical diaper brand, was popular among ABDLs for having a wide range of solid color diapers with insane liquid capacity. Still drinking your bottle, you nodded at Mommy’s offer to change you into one. There was no way you could pass up the opportunity to experience such a premium diaper.

Mommy J smiled, pinned her nose, and got to work changing your exhausted diaper into a fresh one. Only a seasoned Mommy could make changing a diaper that well-used look so easy. The speed with which your boss was able to rip open your tapes and wipe away any and all yuckyness from your bottom was still impressive to you. Before you knew it, the old diaper was removed, and you could feel the luxurious softness of a Magnum diaper beneath you, followed by a dusting of vanilla scented baby powder on your most sensitive areas. Using the utmost precision, she expertly lifted the front of the diaper up to your belly button before tucking the sides down into place and taping it securely shut. She checked the leak guards on either side, the sensation of her manicured nails on your inner thighs was always a highlight of changing time. The finishing result was a fit that was undeniably secure, while still being comfortable.

By now, you had drained your bottle, which Mommy took from you in order to remove your Duckie shirt to begin dressing you back into your casual clothes. Your normal length shirt and drawstring shorts did a decent job of concealing your padding visually, however the rustling was still quite noticeable as you walked back into the main area of the store, where Ava was leaning on the nearest wall. Ava looked up from her phone at you and smiled mischievously. “Have fun in there?”

You looked away and scratched the back of your head. “Uh, it was alright. Looks like it's your turn, I’ll wait here for you. Mommy heard about our plans and offered me a DryCare Magnum, by the way.”

Ava lit up. “My favorite! BRB, Dork!” Ava took off into the office, and you waited where she stood before. For the record, Ava didn’t seem to be any quieter than you during her own buzzy time.

A short wait later and Ava emerged in her street clothes. Her peach Cinnamoroll shirt and purple lounge shorts proved to be more revealing in regards to her diaper, which was a matching pastel green to yours. “Ok, let's head out!”

The bus stop was luckily only a few hundred yards away, and to the surprise of you and Ava, the bus that arrived displayed a giant ad for the Floofums product line of wipes, powder, and of course, diapers. “See that?” You pointed to the bus, “We’re even getting advertised to now!”

“I love that we’re finally getting positive mainstream attention,” Ava said as the two of you crinkled onto the bus and sat next to each other, “The world is learning that being in touch with your little side isn’t so bad!”

You nodded, “It’s starting to feel like I can finally express myself. Maybe I can wear my more toddler-y outfits out and about.”

Ava turned to you. “What would you wear?”

“I have this one shirt with stars and swirls on it. It looks like it was drawn by crayon. I also have dinosaur shirts. What about you?”

“Lots of pink! And purple! And peach!” Ava gestured at her current outfit. “Bonus points if something has snaps!”

“What’s your little age, by the way?” You inquired.

“I’m definitely a baby. Twenty-one, going on one is how I would describe it. I’ve even been looking into buying a crib. You sound more like a toddler, would I be correct?”

You nodded again. “I’m twenty-four, going on four! I sleep in a big boy bed, and play with plastic big boy toys.”

Ava put her hand up to her open mouth to appear shocked. “For the record, my dollies are much more sophisticated than you might think. They’ve even crowned me as their princess, so it's legally official that I’m royalty. You must refer to me as Princess Ava.”

“Ok, Princess Ava,” you chuckled, “where's your tiara then?”

Ava raised a finger. “At home, actually. No, I’m not kidding either.”

You continued your teasing. “Well, until I see that tiara, I’ll still call you ‘Ava-lanche’. Don't think I forgot about that.”

Ava crossed her arms in protest. “Meanie.”

You gestured to yourself. “If you are the princess, then I am the mighty king, and therefore superior-er than you. King T-Rex if you don’t mind.”

“Well, until I see your crown, you’re still Dino Dork.”

You paused. “Er…Fair enough.” You slumped down in defeat.

Ava changed the subject. “Hey, when we get to Boosters, I recommend ordering the Toddler Tots. Great appetizer. I also get this drink called a Change on the Beach.”

You tilted your head. “Is it like a Sex on the Beach?”

“Yeah, but served in a sippy cup!” Ava pointed out the window, “This is the stop!”

You and Ava ventured off the bus, and a few blocks later you arrived at a black and blue building. The Boosters logo, which had two baby bottle nipples in place of the O’s, was clearly visible. You and Ava walked in to be greeted by the hostess at her podium: a short girl with long blonde hair and a black top that was rather exposing of her chest.

“Welcome to Boosters,” the hostess welcomed, “home of pad-packing portions and bladder-bursting beverages! Table for two?”

Ava waved her hand. “No, just the bar tonight.”

The girl gestured deeper into the restaurant. The bar was at the back wall. “Of course! Right over there!” The two of you waddled past the hostess and into the dining area. On the way, you passed a few members of the wait staff, who wore similar busty black tops with Boosters logos and tiny blue compression shorts. You initially did a double take, as upon closer inspection, the waitresses were all wearing thick diapers that their tight shorts did little to hide.

As you and Ava got close to the bar, Ava yelled out, “Yo, Randy! Time for your diaper check!” A girl in her late 20’s looked up from behind the bar. She had a pixie undercut that was dyed green, black lipstick and fingernails, and an assortment of piercings and tattoos on her face and arms respectively.

“Give me a diaper check, and I’ll return the favor with a gut check!” Randy sneered, before walking out from behind the bar. She was wearing the same outfit as the other waitresses, bulging diaper and all. “Wassup girl!” Randy gave Ava a quick hug, “How was work?”

“Exhausting, just like every Saturday. But hey, I brought the new guy! His name is Dork. Short for Dino Dork.” Ava pointed to you.

Randy looked over to you and gave an upwards nod. “Sup. I’m Randy,” she extended her hand, which you shook. “Short for Miranda. Ava mentioned that the baby store hired someone.”

You introduced yourself to Randy, including your actual name. “That would be me, yes.”

She eyed you up and down. “Don’t look like much of a baby to me. You're just dressed like some guy. For your sake I hope you're padded if you plan on ordering anything here.”

“Oh, don't worry, I got a Magnum on.” You lifted your shirt with one hand and pulled the front of your shorts down with the other, exposing the landing zone of your diaper.

Randy nodded and smiled. “Alriiiiight! Legit! We’re twinning! DryCare is my go-to, although I usually go black.” Randy pulled down the front of her own shorts and gave you an eyeful of her black padding.

Ava piped up, “Tripleting, actually!” She exposed her own diaper.

“OK, looks like we all got good taste.” Randy waved back to the bar. “Now let's get some drinks goin’!”

Chapter 6

“Yeah, I had a really rough time with toilet training. Fucking loathed it, actually. I had accidents well into elementary school. Took even longer for me to start wiping my ass properly.”

Randy was in the middle of explaining the history of her kink from behind the bar as you and Ava enjoyed your oversized, alcoholic sippy cups. An empty plate that once held a serving of loaded Toddler Tots sat between you. Even though it was only the first round of drinks, Ava was correct about Randy making them extra strong, as both you and Ava began sharing quite personal details due to your lowered inhibitions.

You set your first empty cup down. “Yeah, I remember getting in trouble for skid marks a lot as a kid,” you explained. “I think I always secretly liked getting my underwear checked.”

“I wore Goodnites for multiple years,” Ava said as she finished her drink, “I remember I also liked getting them checked every morning. I started wetting on purpose when I started, you know, getting funny feelings down there.”

Randy took the empty sippy cups and began preparing a second round of drinks. “I remember when puberty started, I got the recurring urge to wet my pants. I finally did it one day and that seemed to open Pandora's Box. I kept wanting to pee myself, again and again. Eventually, that led to pooping myself, then stuffing towels into my underwear.”

“I did that too!” You exclaimed. “Man, those were desperate times.”

Ava nodded. “I used up so many rolls of paper towels doing that. My mom somehow never figured out why she ran out of them so fast.”

“Did you ever make one with paper towels and garbage bags?” You asked. Most uncomfortable thing in existence.”

“Worse,” Ava explained, “I cling wrapped it over and over around myself. Removing that after it was wet was absolutely disgusting.”

“I used bath towels,” Randy said as she set down the next round of drinks, “It starts to get really hard to explain the spike in laundry to your mom after a while, especially if it smells like piss or shit. Soon, though, I got my license. I started off with drugstore diapers, yech!” Randy pretended to gag. “Lame ass excuses for diapers! Couldn’t even hold one bladder full! But yeah, by then I figured that whatever fixation I had wasn’t going away. I did some research and found out about omorashi from there.”

Ava giggled mid-sip, “I remember I searched for ‘boys peeing their pants’ online! I didn’t know how to delete my history, either! That was SO embarrassing!”

“My first porn was girls farting compilations,” you said.

“I offered to fart in my first boyfriend’s face.” Randy said, “Didn’t have a boyfriend after that.”

“That’s nothing,” You said, “I asked a girl if I could call her Mommy on the first date.”

“Ohhh!” Randy and Ava both cringed.

“Ok, but anyway,” Randy explained, “I made a profile on an omorashi website. Heard about FetLife there, and joined that, too. That’s when I found out about DL.”

“Are you an AB?” you asked.

Randy shook her head. “Not at all. Just DL. Really, I have a thing for any and all bodily functions. Diapers are just an extension of that.”

“I heard you met Ava through FetLife.”

“Yeah, I made a posting on there about having an extra room in my apartment available. Rent was getting too expensive alone.”

“Why ask on FetLife, though?” you asked.

“Because I didn’t want to hide my fetish at home. It’s the only website where I could reasonably expect to find someone who’s fine with a roommate who’s pants are always soiled in one way or another.”

Ava smiled and held up a peace sign. “That’s where I come in! I needed somewhere to stay after getting a job at an ABDL store that just opened, and Randy was in the same city! I even offered her to work with me!”

“I could never work at Julia’s store,” Randy sighed. She was the first person you knew of to refer to her as Julia instead of Mommy J. “I know all about diapers, but nothing about adult baby stuff. I do get my diapers from there, though. Julia is a wizard at changing diapers, by the way.” You and Ava agreed in unison at that last sentence. By now your second round of drinks were drained, and you half-mindedly let your bladder empty into your diaper.

Randy started a third round of drinks as she continued. “Besides, I found this gig on FetLife not long after. I love drinking, and I love diapers. They naturally complement each other. Oh, hold up,” Randy paused in the middle of mixing drinks and let loose a series of several short farts, “Give me one second, guys, I gotta shit. Here, I’ll let you sickos watch.” Randy faced away from you and squatted slightly, bracing herself on the back shelf that displayed the bottles of liquor. Another fart roared from her butt, however this one was multiple seconds long. The stink filled the bar area quickly. “Hmmmmm-AUGH!” Randy grunted as you got the perfect view of her diaper expanding under the blue spandex shorts. She grunted a few more times, her diaper expanding more and more with each push. Finally, she stood back up and, without missing a beat, continued mixing drinks. “But yeah,” Randy continued, “I like my job as a Boosters Girl. I noticed that I get bigger tips when I’m messy, so I basically get paid to fill my pants with shit and stay in it. Not that I mind.”

“Well, I think my job is cool, too!” Ava argued. “I have to play with pacifiers and cute clothes all day! Plus I have a dork to keep me company now.”

“Why do you keep calling him that?” Randy asked as the third round of sippy cups was served.

Ava stifled laughter. “Oh, well get this! This guy proposed a toast to celebrate loading his diaper.”

You felt yourself turning red, half from the alcohol and half from embarrassment. “Nu-UH! You’re exaggerating! All I did was say ‘cheers’ before I messed myself.”

“Sounds like a toast to me.” Ava teased. “And a dorky one at that.” You blew a raspberry in response.

“Well, hey. How about we raise a real toast?” Randy offered. She poured herself a shot and held it up. You and Ava held your sippy cups up.

“Ok, to what?” You asked.

“Uh… I don’t know. I just wanted an excuse to take a shot.” Randy shrugged.

“I know!” Ava exclaimed, visibly buzzed. “To your SUPER DUPER new job working with the local princess!”

+++++

Later, after the evening had concluded, you and Ava said goodbye to Randy, and took the bus back to your respective apartments. Your stop was earlier than Ava’s, so you said goodbye to her after exchanging numbers. “Text me when you’re home safe” You said as you exited the bus.

Eventually Ava reached her stop, and immediately squatted down upon leaving the bus. Moderately intoxicated and lacking any shame, she filled her diaper, which was already soaked from the multiple rounds of drinks, in plain view of the other passengers exiting behind her. Ava stood back up. “Whew! I was lucky I could hold it for THAT long!” She fanned her nose. “Sorry, folks!” Ava announced with slurred speech, “I should have gone easy on the Toddler Tots! Those always make me potty!” Ava completed her messy walk home. Upon arriving at her apartment, she sent a text declaring her safety, and then promptly collapsed on the couch.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Ava was awoken by the lights in the apartment being turned on. “Oh, hello there!” Randy greeted, “Sorry to wake you. Just got out of work. Couldn't even make it to your bed this time, huh, you lightweight?”

“I know you make those drinks stronger on purpose!” Ava yelled. “You looove getting me drunk for some reason.”

“Well, I hope you’re not too drunk to help me change,” Randy slid her shorts off. “I’m still in the same diaper that I was wearing when you left. If you change me then I’ll change you, because I know the food at Boosters makes you shit yourself, and I can smell it.”

“Deal, hop on.” Ava groggily rose up and over to Randy's changing table, which was strategically set up in the living room next to a window and in view of the TV. Randy waddled over and opened the nearby window before climbing up to get changed. She reached into a side compartment and withdrew a cigarette and lighter.

Ava shook her head. “Why do you insist on smoking every time I change your diaper?”

“I know, I know, I should really quit,” Randy sighed as she lit her cigarette and took a drag while laying on her back. She held it between her index and middle finger, and blew a puff of smoke out the window. “But for your information, this helps to mask the stink of dirty diapers.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, masking one stink with another.” She untaped Randy’s diaper and her eyes went wide. “Wow, Randy! You pottied a ton!”

“Pottied? Why do you never swear?” Randy asked before taking another drag. “The worst I’ve heard from you is ‘hell’. Just call it shit like everyone else.”

“Little girls do not swear, Randy! We’ve been over this,” Ava said as she wiped her roommate’s mess away. “As for you, you are both a pottymouth AND a potty pants!”

Randy took another drag. “Easy there, hotshot. The liquor’s gotten you riled up huh? Oh, by the way, blue DryCare Magnum, and extra powder, please.”

“Ok, lift up.” Randy lifted her bottom up, and Ava slid the sky blue diaper under her roommate’s lifted rear before rolling up and depositing the soiled black Magnum into the nearby diaper pail. “Ok, you can place your bum down now.”

Randy settled herself on the fresh diaper. “That’s another one, see!” She took another drag off her cigarette as Ava clouded her crotch with powder “I do not have a ‘bum’! I have an ASS!” She put extra emphasis on the swear.

Ava lifted the front of the diaper up to Randy’s bellybutton. “I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me, and I’ll tell you now that you’re not gonna get it.”

Randy took a long drag. Ava was correct, Randy liked playfully stirring up her roommate whenever she was under the influence. It was just too cute. If cursing wouldn’t get under skin, Randy would have to try something else. She blew another cloud of smoke out the window. “Say Ava, does that new little boyfriend of yours ever swear?”

Ava looked up from fastening the tapes of Randy’s diaper and made eye contact. “Nice try, meanie. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a major Dork! He’s twenty four and plays with dinosaur toys!”

“Ava please, it’s BITCH, not ‘meanie’. And he likes dinosaurs, so what?” Randy smirked. “You’re twenty one and play with dolls. Seems like the perfect match.”

Ava stamped her foot. “Not the point! He’s not my boyfriend! And your diaper is done.”

“OK, if you say so, he’s not your boyfriend.” Randy took a final drag of her cigarette and looked down. “Hey, not a bad tape job from someone who’s hammered!” She put her cigarette out into a nearby ashtray and patted her fresh diaper. “Man, that was overdue. Ok, your turn!”

The two switched places, as now it was Randy’s turn to change Ava.

Randy pulled off Ava’s shorts. “Ok, but before I take your diaper off, humor me. Do you like him, though?” She asked.

Ava sighed and stared at the ceiling. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Yep.”

“OK, fine! I think that he’s adorable, Randy! I can tell that he's so in tune with his little side, and it’s fu- freaking adorable, OK? I just wanna pin him down and grind our diapers together!” Ava got up from the changing table and drunkenly waddled over to her room.

Randy called out, “Hey, where are you going? I haven't changed you yet.”

Ava closed her door. “I’m having too many big girl thoughts! I need to make stickies, and THEN you can change me!”

“Fine!” Randy answered. “But it’s called CUMMING, not making stickies!”

I got to meet dreamsofdaddy yesterday and she’s such a sweet heart. Hanging out with her and badlilblubunny was fun ❤️❤️❤️

The next series of captions I wrote! All about a new mysterious virus infecting young adults across the world. Got inspired by an actual flu epidemic that took place on my college campus. Art credit goes to Rocket Manatee 

Your girlfriend looked back at you and grinned. She was always mischievous when you put her in diapers. In truth, it had been a joint decision, something to spice up your love life. But now you were unsure who was enjoying it more, you or her.

“What’s so funny, sweetie?” You asked as she began to bounce on her pink rubber ball. A moment later the smell hit and you knew exactly why she was squishing her diapered bottom up and down. She giggled and you adopted a mock scolding tone. “Looks like someone wants to make her next diaper change a hassle. Such a. Dirty girl, though I bet you’d like to get dirty in another way. Somebody wants some attention, doesn’t she?”

Your girlfriend’s bouncing transformed, becoming more akin to humping. A blush spread across her face and her tempo increased.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Naughty girls who hump their diapers don’t get changed out of the stinky messes they make.”

Her face fell. Sure, she liked being messy, momentarily, but after a while even a fun, messy diaper got old. 

“Tell you what. Put on a show for daddy, and then we’ll go into the other room and have a little ‘playtime,’ if you know what I mean.”

She most certainly did know what you meant, and beamed again before getting to it. You sat back, content to watch and wait as your messy, moaning diaper girlfriend worked her way to the first of many orgasms. 

Cupid’s Punk!

1- so it feels real

There is both terror and freedom in restarting your life. Not in a cosmic sense, but in the moving-across-the-country-and-leaving-everyone-you-knew-on-the-opposite-coast sense. That is where Scarlet found herself this morning. Eyes red from her jetlag, hair a mess from the uncomfortable seats, and a puffy-eyed death stare meeting her from the scratched bathroom mirror. Even with her fresh start, the fresh apartment, she was not ready for her first day at a new job in this new, unfamiliar city. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to forget. She wanted to go back to her home with—a pang of heartbreak through her chest interrupted the thought. That home was no longer there, and no one was waiting for her to come home. Instead, Scarlet let out a dejected sigh, opened the cardboard moving box that contained the toiletries that were not in her carry-on, and got in the shower. She was up far earlier than she realistically needed to be, to make sure she could wash her hair, shave her legs, and still have plenty of time for makeup and a relaxed cab ride to work. The pipes whined and hot water splashed her face as the new-ish utilities sprung to life. She focused on getting the sleep out of her eyes.

 She resented her own anxious, over-prepare-until-exhausted tendencies. Yet Scarlet knew that on mornings where she didn’t do this, she was late. It was part of why she’d lost her last position as a Library clerk. God, that feels like a lifetime ago. If I started taking those then…what if... Scarlet let the thought drift up with the steam, and focused on the rigorous maintenance that her curly, shoulder-length bob required. The rest of the shower went likewise. She would move on to some other form of self-grooming, only for another intrusive thought to appear, and she would do her best to let it roll off of her. By the time she was done, dripping into a towel and stepping out, she had gotten most of the self loathing scrubbed off. Scarlet turned to face the same mirror. She wiped the fogged glass with one pale hand, and the same dead-eyed look greeted her. Scarlet forced a smile, hollow but just enough to come across as courteous and eager, rather than like a retail worker who was dead inside. She had plenty of practice masking in this way. 

Her breakfast was a microwaved cup of coffee and protein bar, the leftovers from her flight. She’d have to go to the grocery after work. She ate just enough to then turn to her prescriptions, the small, resentful white triangles tasting bitter and frustrating, her knowing that it was a 50/50 on whether she would be vomiting before lunch. The three small blue estrogen pills had to melt sublingually, and wouldn’t upset her stomach. They did, however, taste like minty asshole as they dissolved under her tongue while she started her makeup routine. It went quickly, Scarlet’s old “professional” looks still in her head after years of rushed mornings where her mediocre nutrition and makeup routine battled for time. Her hands danced; brushing, patting, dabbing, blending, and setting at a quick but deliberate pace. This wasn’t Scarlet’s first time working places that made her tone down her looks and cover her smattering of artsy tattoos that criss crossed her arms. Her new boss had assured her however, that so long as she wore at least business casual and none of the tattoos visible were profane, no one would care. Simple enough to cover the guillotine on her shoulder blade or the shoddy stick and poke of her highschool bff’s band “The Fart Coffins” on the opposite blade. She only sometimes regretted that one out of any of the designs on her body.  She finished with a modest amount of very neutral blush, and got up to dress in the outfit she had laid out the night before. A simple white blouse and black skirt, black tie, black flats. Should show a good first impression for a secretary of a legal office. She couldn’t help but roll the sleeves partially, however, showing hints and edges of her ink. 

 Scarlet made sure her hair was dry, shook her head as a jolt of the last taste of estrogen left her mouth, and called for her cab. Just before leaving, she packed her purse, and heard an unfamiliar jingling at the bottom. Fishing through the myriad receipts, dust bunnies and half finished chapsticks, she finally found the culprit, and her heart dropped. A simple gold ring, with an inscription inside; Futile – the winds –/ To a Heart in port –The singular band was heavy in her hand, and Scarlet felt the heartbreak all over again. She wanted nothing more than to scream. She wanted to sob until her throat was hoarse, to wail in pain. She wanted to call her. Instead, she tenderly wiped the welling tear in one eye to preserve her mascara, roughly threw open the drawer to toss the precious bomb in with a clatter. The front door slammed and locked behind her.  The cab hummed quietly as it rode down the dense city streets, and Scarlet focused on taking in the sites of tree leaves slowly changing color through the cab window. She was headed further downtown from her new apartment, and even still there were beautiful trees she wasn’t familiar with. This is exactly what I thought the East Coast to look like, and yet it’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined, she mused to herself. She was used to her hometown in the Bay, the palms and pines of the San Francisco and Oakland areas all she had made friends with until now. The trees were dotted in front of the tall downtown shops, looking like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. She took a picture every now and again, killing time until her quiet cab driver pulled over to a sidewalk. Scarlet smoothed her skirt, handed the man his fare and a tip, and stepped out in front of a small office building. Her flats echoed against the shiny, reflective tile as she followed signs and elevator directories to Kane Arbitration & Mediation Legal Services.  The interior of the elevator shined, polished enough that Scarlet could see her own reflection.

 She took a moment as she rode to the fourth floor, using the reflection to adjust her skirt. She was so tall that no matter what she wore, it always eventually turned into a skirt shorter than intended, and that was the last thing she wanted to project on her first day.  Once the soft fabric was in place, better resting on her hips and covering much of her long thighs, she noticed she had arrived. Scarlet swallowed, her nerves making it louder than she had wanted, and exited as the doors parted. 

Kane Legal was one of the only offices on this floor, and it didn’t take her long to find, but she paused outside the door anyway. She took solace in the fact her new employer wouldn’t be able to see her through the doors frosted glass. Scarlet had a moment to steady the shaking in her hands. 

There’s nothing left for you back there. This has to work. You have no other option. The thought was supposed to be comforting. 

She opened the door and recalled all the times that thought would light a fire in her—to ignite the contrarian and spiteful nature she had to anyone that doubted her. A year ago, this would have made her unstoppable…but the last year was harder than she could have ever predicted. The reception area of the office was nicely decorated, looking like the kind you’d see on a mid-budget daytime law drama. No one was at the desk that she assumed would be hers, so she tried to peer around a corner leading to what she assumed would be Miss Kane’s proper office. Sure enough, a door at the end of the hall was open and revealed a head of deep black hair peaking just over the top of a large computer monitor. Scarlet took a moment for them to notice her.  

In another life, Scarlet would have confidently marched into the office, head held high, with enough swagger to convince anyone that she owned this office. Now the poor girl stood there, shivering as her future awaited. The Scarlet of a year ago would have left this newer Scarlet behind, just like the one she cared about the most. She prayed this wasn’t some kind of test. 

“Excuse me?” She called out, causing the head to twitch, “I’m looking for Miss Kane?”

The top of the head rose for a pair of eyes to see just over the top, and then a hand brusquely slid the monitor on a pivoting stand out of the way. Scarlet recognized her now, the telltale hazel, almost golden eyes and a striking streak of platinum blonde to one side having stuck with her since their video interview. “And you have found her.” Her voice merrily sang, reverberating down the tiled hall. She stood. “You must be Ms. Finch. I am so glad to finally get you out here. May I be the first to properly welcome you to Caulfield Valley, I hope your flight was smooth?” Scarlet was immediately put off balance, having to look up at someone for once. Even if Emilia Kane hadn’t been in imposing black heels, she would easily have three inches on the six feet even Scarlet. She effortlessly glided down the hall towards Scarlet, her hand outstretched. Scarlet met her, returning her’s for a handshake. The taller woman’s hands were so soft.

“Ah, t-thank you, Ma’am.” She politely smiled, and decided to rest her hands on the strap of her purse so as to not fidget. “I appreciate that, it was a long flight.” She wanted to divulge how exhausted and sore she was, but held back. 

“That is such a shame.” Emilia twisted her mouth into a concerned frown for a moment, a hand grabbing her chin in thought. “If you ever need to fly for me again, I can make sure you have better accommodations. Thankfully, your first day probably will not be too demanding. I am hoping to simply get you familiar with the way I organize best and have you operating at full speed before my next big meeting in…,” She checked the date on her phone, pulling it from the breast pocket of her dark green suit, “-three days. Does all that sound good?” Scarlet sighed in relief. “More than good, Ma’am, I’m sure I can be up to snuff by the end of the day.” She was a tiny bit surprised by how confident she sounded. “Oh please, Ma’am makes me feel old.” She waved a hand as if shooing the notion away, “I know to most it is respectful, but I prefer ‘Miss’ or just Emilia if it is all the same to you.” She rested the same hand now on her hips, which Scarlet noted were surprisingly accented in this type of suit. She nodded in response, and Emilia gestured for her to sit in the chair behind the receptionist desk. 

The woman looked like she was off a runway, the two piece suit and platinum jewelry complimenting her intense eyes and the vibrant streak of silver- no, platinum blonde in her hair. The hazel of her eyes became almost amber-gold as the light from the windows caught them. When her new employer wasn’t looking, she shook her head to erase the thoughts. Scarlet couldn’t exactly be thinking about how attractive her boss was if she didn’t want to risk her new living situation. 

“—and your last employer said you were familiar with all of these programs, is that right?” The question snapped Scarlet back to reality as Emilia motioned to the open windows of the computer. 

“That’s right. All of this is right in my wheelhouse.” Scarlet affirmed, grateful that the job didn’t seem to have any sudden surprises. “And this looks like a pretty standard inter-office set up on the phones as well. Would you prefer a call or a ping on your computer when you have a call or a client?” She hoped the question would help make her seem competent and ‘a go-getter,’ something her father had told her once upon a time about starting a new job. “A call is fine unless I am already with a client. If I do not respond, you may call regardless.” Emilia said, a small smile of approval spreading across her red lips. “On the topic of clients, occasionally you are to sit in for meetings and you will be taking notes. These are legal matters and meet the standard of attorney-client-privilege. So it is vitally important you understand that anything you hear or write down in those meetings are confidential, but could end up under scrutiny if we were ever to be sued or subpoenaed. Are you comfortable with that?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” Scarlet nodded, “To be clear, any notes I take are private between you and I unless that happens right? Like—” she kicked herself for her valleygirl filler word, and tried to recover, “a doctor? For example, I wouldn’t talk about this with anyone except you or the client, even during off hours?” Scarlet couldn’t lie to herself and say that didn’t make her anxious. Her understanding of the legal system told her there were a million and one ways to mess up proceedings if everyone didn’t know them ahead of time. The clarity would help alleviate that anxiety. 

“Exactly. We can talk about it informally outside of the office but we must use discretion. God forbid  you run into a client at a bar, make sure neither of you are shouting without realizing. However you got the most important part. Good job.”  Something inside Scarlet warmed at her new boss’s approval. Emilia’s phone lit up and began ringing in her hand. She rolled her eyes. “I have to take this,” she explained, grabbing a small packet from the top drawer of the desk, “Just answer the phone if any calls come in and start filling this out with your info so I can make payments and records and such. It will only take a moment!” Emilia walked back up the hall, closing the door of her office. Scarlet could hear her talking in a tone that sounded professional and even, but couldn’t make out anything specific. 

When Scarlet realized she could not eavesdrop, no matter how hard she tried to focus, she instead grabbed a pen from the desk and focused on the forms. They were typical of starting with any new employer: tax info, new address, signing agreements. Scarlet was sorely missing the over-designed packets she would receive on her first day at each of the oversized chain stores she had grown up working at. The kind that tries to convince the reader that “we’re a family here,” isn’t the same as “your boss will not give a single shit about you if you think for yourself.” They were always a riot to laugh at with her fellow cashiers, clerks, and baristas. 

Everything was astonishingly professional, and felt tailored to the tiny law office. The forms were of course up to every standard Scarlet was aware of, but everything appeared handwritten and then copied from a master document. The young woman marveled at the curves and loops that seemed so practiced, so official. Calligraphy as a hobby?

Scarlet’s daydream was broken as the phone rang. Her arm sprung to life, grabbing the phone and bringing it to her ear. “Hello, Legal Offices of Miss Kane, how can I help you?” Her mind auto piloted the greeting, a tactic she’d learned as a young adult to perform before any social anxiety made her hesitate to answer. 

There was a silent beat, broken only by soft background hum from the receiver. A deeper voice finally spoke. “Oh, is Miss Kane not in?”

“I’m sorry, she’s stepped away for another call. I’m the new secretary.” The professional mask came back to her like a second skin, despite over a year of disuse. “Can I take a message for you?”  Scarlet offered.

“Er,” The voice stammered for a moment, then clarified, “Yeah. Actually, you can tell her that I have to back out of Friday’s meeting, I won’t be rescheduling. She can keep the deposit. Goodbye.” Scarlet busied herself scribbling the note down. 

“Wait, I’ll need to tell her your name.” She tried to catch the man before he disconnected.

It was too late, the line went dead. Scarlet took a confused look at the receiver before returning it to the cradle. She tried to imagine what would have someone behaving this way, but even her previous customer support and retail work did not track here. Scarlet merely blinked in confusion and returned to filling her new employment forms. She could hear the muffled speech of her new boss, not able to pick distinct words, only cadence. The forms were dull and simple enough, and before too long Emilia’s office door clicked open. 

Scarlet was finishing the bottom lines of the last page, hoping quietly to impress the imposing woman, as childish as that want may be. Emilia’s heels marked her approach down the hall, and Scarlet spun gracefully in her swivel chair to face her. “Did I hear a call come in while I was gone?”

“You did, and I've got a message,” Scarlet tried her best to sound professional yet nonchalant, “your Friday meeting canceled, said to keep his deposit.” She looked up to Emilia to gauge her superior’s reaction. Emilia gave nothing but a solitary eyebrow twitch. “He didn’t leave a name and hung up…is that normal?” 

“Whether it’s normal or not, we get to keep the deposit for my time, and that’s what matters to me.” Emilia said, too hurried to be as casual. Scarlet decided to just let that slip.There was something going on here, but she would catch the intricacies of the client relationships soon enough. 

Emilia very pointedly avoided her gaze to check the time, and excused herself again. The rest of the day moved slowly, save for asking Scarlet for a coffee run in the afternoon, which turned into buying a cafe scone for Scarlet’s lunch as well. 

She busied herself with memorizing the upcoming schedule, the program, and the routine expected of her. She tried not to fidget as the caffeine had its way with her later in the day. The bouncing of her leg coincided with an increase in worry. Would she have another reaction to this medication like her last, and be unable to sleep? Would Emilia be angry that she wasn’t being proactive in some way? How was she supposed to know? She paused, trying to stop ruminating. She lifted her hands away from the keyboard. They were shaking, and she squeezed her eyes closed. When Scarlet opened them, they focused through her fingers, at the sticky note she had written down the message, and the smaller coffee order beneath it. Sighing, she wrote down the coffee order on her phone and on her desktop notepad. If she could do nothing, she would be constructive and prepared for the future. 

Her hands kept shaking for the remainder of the shift. Scarlet wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety, the caffeine, or her meds. She’d been so isolated until moving she hadn’t noticed if the shaking started then. Just past five, Emilia’s heels clicked down the hall, a smart designer purse over one shoulder. “Now, is there anything I can clarify before we leave?” Her voice sang again and the hall reverberated in tune with her voice like Brian Eno was behind it. Scarlet shook her head, smiling with her mask back on as she spun to face Emilia again. 

“Thank you so much, but I don’t think I’ve got any questions yet.” Scarlet wanted to be sincere in thanking her, drop the facade and business-casual tone. Speaking without rehearsal tended to bite her in the ass lately.  She squeezed her hands between her thighs to try and avoid any probing questions. Scarlet could only imagine suspicious and overbearing concern at best if her new boss thought there was something wrong with her medically. 

“Is there anything else I can help with? I’ve just been organizing your schedule and getting used to the layout in here all day.” She desperately wanted to get her groceries before it was too dark. 

“No thank you, Scarlet. You’ve already helped me enormously, you have no idea.” Emilia ushered Scarlet out the door, and locked it behind her. 

*  *

If one thing in the world could be counted on, it was chain stores being identical on the inside. Scarlet pushed an identically squeaky cart up identically packed aisles among indistinguishable brands. The only difference really seemed to be the accents. She approached bulk rice bags, hesitated, and drew out her phone with dread. Her meager bank account balance confirmed her fears, and she begrudgingly went for the generic. Other staples like cheap instant ramen and pasta followed suit. The sole splurge was the cheapest, sweetest, garbage brand of red wine she could find. 

Her cab ride was identical, save for the setting sun behind her. Purples and oranges and cotton-candy-clouds danced behind her, out of view, as she slowly sank her head against the cool glass of the window. At least the trees are still pretty. She raised her phone again to try and take a picture, but the camera went grainy in the growing dark. 

Her new apartment greeted her with the same lonely  tone as when she first received the keys. It was cold, it was empty, the furnishings were bland and picked by the property management company. Nothing here was hers yet, save the stacked boxes of cardboard. Her tired arms carried the groceries to their appropriate resting places, and she cracked open the wine before settling on the couch. Out of habit she reached for her remote, only to remember she didn’t have a TV yet. Sold for the moving expenses. 

Scarlet was so tired of sighing. She took a swig of wine, an old comfort that was basically a juicebox and rubbing alcohol that reminded her of being broke in college. She opened her phone, wishing for any stimulation. Her friends, (rather former friends)  were still posting stories, still sharing their bad takes and inane jokes. She considered getting off the couch to do the same. It was all performative anyway, right? But the energy wouldn’t come when she called out for it. Another sip, and she swapped apps. Scarlet noticed the singular blink of darkness on her phone’s screen.

“Please, you piece of shit. I really can’t afford you to die right now.”  Her worries seemed unfounded, as the brilliant screen returned and the malfunction wasn’t replicated for the rest of the night. What was strange, however, were the kinds of new accounts she was being recommended as she scrolled her timeline. 

Now, Scarlet was no prude. She enjoyed fucking and her alone time as much as anyone. Estrogen and Progesterone even maybe had her hornier than the average. But her timeline wasn’t  full of this much smut. She had friends in the sex work game, but she didn’t exactly like, share, favorite, reblog, or any other influencer verb their content. Another website breaking their algorithm again?  

Even if Dani did porn, she didn’t do this kind of porn. Morbid curiosity, and a slight increase in her pulse, beckoned Scarlet onward. 

Drawings, videos, and staged photos of women in things she’d only seen in racy HBO content. She didn’t even know what to call the more intricate…props…but felt herself linger on a clip of a woman riding a…pleasure machine plugged into the wall behind her. Scarlet’s face matched her namesake and she scrolled on. A woman sitting at a home office, the quintessential framing of every vlog you’ve ever watched. Finally somebody is fucking sane in this world. She clicked the video without even reading the caption, and the perky eyed labrador retriever of a woman began to speak.

“Hi everybody! This is the Channel of O. SO!” The blonde clapped for emphasis. “You’re trying to learn about BDSM, and you have no idea where to start.” Scarlet’s eyes went wide, she took another sip, and watched the woman jumpcut and explain through terrible jokes. It was a trainwreck, steam engines exploding in her mind. It made her hot in the crotch. Scarlet finished her glass, finished the video, and poured herself another while going deeper to the woman’s personal channel. More videos, more introductory guides. Scarlet polished the second glass, and was too engrossed despite the initial impulse to cringe to even pour another. 

Her alarm rang to remind her to take the rest of her medication, pulling her out of her trance.How long had she been zoned out? It was eight thirty. Losing track of time like that wasn’t uncommon for her and this diversion was welcome. She resigned herself and went to go take another dose of bitter antidepressants and her dose of Progesterone. Once the poison was administered, she looked across her kitchen to the counter where she left her phone. It lay there, like a metal megalith, imposing despite being a little plastic rectangle. Scarlet had to gather her nerve just to walk across the room and lift the damn thing. Once it was back in her hand, she used shaking hands to unlock it. The Channel of O was still smiling up at her, and she felt her cheeks getting redder. 

Her glass of wine was forgotten as she brought her phone to her bedroom. She unboxed her duvet, and sat on the soft material as the video resumed. Scarlet was enthralled, soaking in every bit of knowledge she could. 

“There’s all kinds of different dynamics! You’re probably familiar with a ‘master/slave’ dynamic,” The blonde woman began, “but there’s also pets and owners, and even daddies, mommies,—” Scarlet’s pulse quickened,”—or more generically caregivers and littles! Sometimes that’s called ABDL if it involves diapers.”  Scarlet felt her breath catch in her throat. Her fingers flew into a flurry, and a private internet search later, her phone was filled with images that made her heartbeat accelerate. 

Videos, drawings, and many, many depictions of adult women, with all their curves and freckles and other parts that excited Scarlet, in thick diapers. They ranged across all body types, and the infantile garb varied from plain white plastic to over the top patterns to evoke baby diapers. 

Scarlet continued to scroll, eyes wide in wonder and excitement. She finally stopped, a thumbnail capturing her attention like a punch to the gut and clicked the video. Scarlet’s mouth went wide, and felt herself starting to leak into her panties. 

A gorgeous, curvaceous woman was lying on her back,  supple lips wrapped around the nipples of another woman, in nothing but a pastel colored diaper and delicate, lacy lingerie top. The tender moment evoked  breastfeeding, save for the “mother” holding a massive vibrator against the woman’s…diaper. 

The “baby” of the couple was moaning, growing louder, and Scarlet felt a tent growing under her skirt. Eventually, the “baby” was screaming, thrusting her hips into the massive sex toy, in time with cries of “Mommy!”

Mommy’s smile was intoxicating. She was very clearly getting off just as much as her baby, her face painted a combination of maternal nurturing, hedonistic pleasure, ecstatic elation, and sadistic control as she began thrusting the enormous vibrator in time with her partner’s thrusts. 

It was obviously acting on the merit of pornography, but Scarlet couldn’t tear herself away. She allowed her hand to snake up to a nipple poking through her top. Scarlet realized her own arousal, and in embarrassment, closed the tab, flinging her phone to the edge of the bed like it was a dangerous spider. 

She flung the covers off, racing to the bathroom for a cold shower.  

“Hehe, you didn’t know what you were getting…ugh…yourself…ugh…into…prfff…did you?”

Jacklyn was giddy with excitement. She had raised her dress to show you her diaper. You were stunned when you saw the bulge appear and the diaper grow yellow. How could you have thought that this cute girl was a grown and sexy woman? Something evidently not the case. The date had gone extremely well. She did invite you back to her house, didn’t she? That her parents were there was the first sign that something was wrong. The second was when she immediately, and publicly, changed out of her big girl clothes upon arrival into a little girl’s dress. Meanwhile, “Mommy” checked her and decided Jacklyn needed a change. Then, Mommy decided that you needed a change, because:

“Little boys should be in diapers" and that she “didn’t want any accidents.” It didn’t matter that both you and Jacklyn were in your twenties.

So there you were, in just a diaper and a t-shirt, in Jacklyn’s nursery. 

“Give it a try.” Jacklyn said. “I like you and if you want, you can stay. You won’t have to work, my parents will take care of everything. We can still go out and do grown-up things whenever we want…or stay in and do grown-up things whenever we want. What do you say? Wanna be a baby?”

A Halloween Story: Ghost Dick

Content Warning: ghost fucking, cnc, public

It started when I entered the house. My friend's friends rented the place for their halloween party and it looked absolutely awesome. It had everything: it was situated between tall trees, soft lights were scattered all around the place, most of them in carved pumpkins, giving the whole place an eerie glow. Paired with the low and dense fog it looked spooky. They decorated for the occasion as well: plastic skeletons and other fun halloween decorations were cleverly placed all around.

The inside was warm and welcoming, with soft music. There was punch, there were snacks, it was glorious. It was the first time I was really excited for a party like this when I normally tried to avoid too many people at once.

"It's a real haunted house!" my friend promised. Sure, of course it was. The whole thing was more of an old villa that was rented out for parties and such. It had a huge garden and many large rooms, perfect for things like this.

I felt a sudden chill on my nipples, causing them to harden and I was glad for my bra. Weird, though, that the cold would affect them like this. It wasn't particularly cold in the house. I shrugged it off and got myself some punch, mingle with the other guests. I wished that I had plugged my ass up. The weird chill on my nipples would be perfect. My cunt clenched around nothing. A plug up my ass would've made this so much better, but I didn't wanna risk it when there were so many people I didn't know.

There were some seriously awesome costumes all around, making me glad I'd made the effort myself. Spooky snacks and brightly colored drinks made the party perfect. I saw sexy witches and vampires, zombies, skeletons.

Then I felt it again, the sensation at my nipples. It was like something - something -, was touching them. I looked around, one or two women looked a bit funny as well. Was I not the only one? I discreetly swiped a hand down my front, but the sensation didn't stop. I made an excuse and went to one of the bathrooms. To my embarassment I couldn't hold in a moan when my nipples were pinched. My tits have always been sensitive. I stumbled into the bathroom, locked the door. My harsh breathing was loud and I was glad it wasn't a public bathroom where anyone could just walk in. I took a deep breath and slid my top off, then the bra. Yeah, my nipples were hardened and red aching points. They were so stiff and I thought I could see how they were manipulated. As if transparent fingers were there, rolling and pinching them. It certainly felt like it.

I could also feel how my cunt pulsed. I bet it was swollen and puffy, too. Fuck.

"Hey, you ok?" asked someone and knocked. Shit, how long had I stood here, looking at my own tits?

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Be right out." I slid my bra and top back on. What else was I supposed to do? I unlocked the door to step out just in time for the transparent hands to palm my breasts, weigh them. They rubbed the palms all over my stiff nipples and I felt a gush of my hot wet arousal and squirmed a bit, rubbing my thighs together.

I tried to look normal when I got back to the main area, but soon noticed that I wasn't the only one behaving weird. Not only women, either. A lot of the people around lookd mildly concerned, some downright aroused. I saw cocks tenting pants and people trying to hide movements between their legs.

I wonder what was going on. My arousal peaked when I heard the first loud moan. "Fuck!" a man that was about my age groaned. "Fuck something's sucking my cock, fuck!" He exclaimed and pushed his pants down to reveal a stiff, glossy cock. I was fascinated and I thought, yes, I saw something moving, bobbing up and down his shaft.

The friend that invided me struggled, but something forced her arms up and her top and bra off. "Stop! Stop!" she shrieked but to no avail. Her pants came off too, but her cat ears stayed on as we all got to see her glistening pussy. "Ghosts," she moaned. "Fuckin haunted, house," but she couldn't finish her sentence. I was in the best position to see an invisible cock spreading her lips and sinking deep into her cunt. It was incredible to see her spread around nothing, or, rather, around something invisible.

I felt someone pant against my neck, icy cold. Oh god. The ghosts haunting this house had just waited for this, right? For a group of people to come here voluntarily so that they could fuck them - fuck us. I was pretty sure my ghosts knew that I was enjoying this like the slut I was. A cock was pressed against my ass, slid thorugh my crack and I wriggled my butt against him.

"Come on," I murmured. "Is she goung to be the only once having fun?"

I heard him chuckle. How perfect would it be to have him haunt me daily? To go to work with him there, always being able to touch me like this?

I moaned when I saw my friend sinking to her knees, still shrieking and struggling. She didn't seem to kneel willingly and then I saw why. Another invisible cock speared her asshole. "Get out of my ass! No! Out!" Her body was rocked as the cocks fucked her in tandem.

I looked around to find the other guests in various states of undress. Some were naked, some only lost their pants or their tops. I saw tits shaking with the force of thrusts and cocks being manipulated but the best thing was when the first guy got ghost-cock in his ass. First he struggled like my friend did, but then he really got into it. He begged for more, harder, more more more. I'm sure he came so hard he blacked out for a moment.

And I was denied. The hands still rubbed my tits, pinched my nipples. I barely noticed him undressing me because I was so frustrated. Everyone got cock but not me. When I was naked, I leaned over one of the couches to present my ass and cunt to my ghost. His cock nudged my folds, thick head pressed against my entrance without being pushed in. I tried to wriggle it in, pushed my ass out but he denied me and just started to tease my tits again.

I watched as cunts and asses got fucked. At one point, the ghosts manipulated two guests so they ended up with his cock in her cunt while both were fucked in the ass. Ghostly figures became more and more visible with each orgams.

The ghost teasing me finally gave in. He eased his cock into my cunt slowly and I didn't dare to complain as long as he'd just fuck me. The sensation was incredible. I felt his cold cock in me, spreading me but when I looked behind me, nothing more then a faint outline was there.

My tits jiggled with the steady thrusts. I tried to pinch my own nipples, but an invisible hand batted my hands away and I huffed and moaned, as I felt a mouth at my left tit while the other was being played with by cold fingers. So, a second ghost joined us? I wondered if they were able to stand at the same spot? Once fucking my ass while the other railed my pussy? Could I tempt them?

I reached around and spread my ass cheeks for them. "Slut," the ghost murmured and I felt a finger at the tight ring of muscles. A thumb slid inside.

"Someone better cum on her ass, we need lube," I heard him and wondered if I was the only one. The other gueses didn't seem to communicat with the ghosts at all. I looked for my friend. She was begging and begging for it to stop as she was forced to orgasm agian. When she didn't stop begging, something was shoved down her throat. How many ghosts were here?

I pushed back against the cock fucking me, but the rythm never faltered, torturously precise and slow. My juices were already dripping out of my cunt, down my thighs. I moaned when I felt cold cum on my ass and the tip of a cock between my cheeks.

Oh, god, yes. They could definetly stand on the same spot. The cum was spread around between my cheeks and a thumb slid into my asshole again, deeper this time, to tease me. It was soon replaced by the tip of a stiff, hard cock.

"Please, please, please," I babbled when it forced its way into my ass while I was still pounded from behind. Both cocks pushed deep into me until they were filling me completely. It was wonderful. They pressed me against the couch, forced me to stay still while I was impaled on these gorgeously thick, hard, cold cocks.

"This one's a keeper," one of them said as I struggled to fuck back against them, unable to move, still pressed against the couch.

"Mmm, yeah. You would like that, right, slut?"

The cock in my ass started to move, while the one in my cunt continued to pin me. "We'll choose you. You'll be our slut and toy 'til next year's Halloween." Now both cocks started to move, slid in and out of my holes and I fought to keep my eyes from rolling backwards. "You see how many of you are getting fucked right now? The next 364 days all of them will only fuck you. All day, every day." They started to move faster, harder. I panted, moaned. Yes, fuck. "Get used to two cocks in your slutty holes, make it three. You'll never be empty again as along as you're ours."

They fucked my wildly, forcefully and pushed me over the edge one time, two times, three times. Countless times as each and every ghost in this fucking villa filled me with cold cum.

And as they promised, the whole year at least one cock was up one of my holes no matter the time or the place I was.

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