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The Tantrum (Part 1)

A three-part ABDL romance. All characters are 18+. CW: Diapers, Spanking, Bondage, Messing, Wetting

Katelyn pulled into the driveway, her hands tight on the wheel and stereo loud enough to make it shake.

“Fuck my life,” she sighed to herself, before switching off the engine.

She breathed in deep, held it until the count of three, then breathed out what was supposed to be a controlled exhale but was really an angry huff. She huffed again and grabbed her bag, climbing out of the car and slamming the door behind her, only to be yanked backwards when she tried to storm off.

Katelyn whirled around and saw her coat caught in the door. Glaring, she gave it a vicious yank, which turned into her falling on her butt when the thrifted wool tore with a thunderous riiiip.

“Oh come on!” she whined, slamming her hands on the pavement, which was quickly followed by “Owww.”

After giving the driveway a dirty look, she stormed up to the house, holding back tears threatening to break through the thunderclouds on her face.

It had been another shitty Friday in a long string of shitty Fridays (and Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays...), and as was the case after every shitty day, Katelyn had a lazer focus on the bottle of wine waiting in the fridge.

Drink to forget your day, and any part you might have played in it. A flawless plan.

She took a bit more care closing the front door, but still managed a gunshot slam. With a couple kicks, her heels arced down the hall, and she tossed her bag in the direction of the couch, wincing when the loud thud announced she’d missed her target. That just added to her burning frustration, and she whipped off her torn coat and kicked it in the direction of the closet.

From around the corner she could hear chopping and frying and felt a pang of annoyance at the thought of interacting with another human. Even Ryan. But still, she followed the smell of sizzling onions.

Ryan looked up from the cutting board as she stomped in, his smile falling to something more cautious when he saw her face.

“How was your day, honey?”

Katelyn made no stop on her way to the fridge, hunting for the chilled red she brought home last night.

“Fine. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

She moved to the cupboard to grab the big wine glass, the one Ryan jokingly called her wine bowl, before remembering it was still in sink.

“You know you can talk to me.”

Katelyn sighed as she pulled the wine glass out of the dirty pile and started swishing some soapy water in it.

“I know,” she said a little too quickly, scrubbing at the wine residue.

“Okay.” The chopping got louder.

Once the glass hit ‘good enough,’ Katelyn went for the corkscrew, tugging open the bottle with practiced hands. She gave herself a generous pour (Ryan didn’t drink the stuff anyway) and turned to go nest on the couch when she saw what he was sliding into the skillet.

“You’re using carrots?”

Ryan looked at her surprised, stirring the pan as the sweet fragrance made Katelyn wrinkle her nose.

“Yeah, we both agreed we need more vegetables. It was on the meal plan.”

A moment of guilt cross her mind as she remembered the digital meal planner, the one she still hadn’t opened. But the guilt was quickly overwhelmed as her mind conjured the revolting taste of carrot.

“You know I hate carrots. I’m not eating that.”

Mentally, she was already on UberEats. She’d done burgers three nights ago, maybe tonight she’d go KFC.

Ryan didn't look up from the stove, his voice flat.

“Katie, I’ve been cooking since I got home. We planned one meal tonight, no takeout. Can you at least try it?”

She knew he was right, which was maybe why she felt a helpless rage flare up. Was it too much to ask for some comfort food after the day she’d had? The week? The month? The tears were threatening again and her mind flashed back to the work lunch, the one hadn’t even wanted to go to, but Mr. Henderson had to be wined and dined…

“I’m not eating it!” she said, surprising herself at the volume.

She needed out of there, away from Ryan and his carrots. She whirled around, moving just a little to fast, and felt a cold splash hit her chest.

Katelyn froze at the sight of red wine soaking into her best work blouse.

“Oh Katie.” Ryan had sympathy pain all over his face, but somehow that just made it worse. She couldn’t stop herself from stomping her foot for real this time, sloshing more wine on the floor.

“Don’t mock me!” Ryan was getting blurry as she blinked hard. “None of this would have happened if you just cooked something good!”

There was a hint of danger in Ryan’s voice as he grabbed a dish cloth from the sink.

“I haven’t made you do anything, and I would appreciate it if you started acting like a grown up. Do you want help cleaning up?”

Katelyn snatched the cloth out his hand and started dabbing her ruined shirt, for all the good it would do.

“I’ve had a really hard day and I just want food I can eat,” she mumbled, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

Ryan sighed. “You’ve had a lot of hard days lately, and we’ve had a lot of takeout lately. Can you please just try it?”

Katelyn gave up dabbing and flung the cloth back at him, unintentional aiming for his face, which Ryan narrowly caught.

“Fine!”

She was about to storm out when Ryan grabbed her wrist and spun her back to face him. His eyes locked on hers and she felt a small flicker in her chest from the times when he’d had more fun reasons to give her that look.

“If you keep acting like a toddler having a tantrum, I’m going to treat you like one. Is that what you want?”

Those words …

Even in her frustration and anger, a memory surfaced, that very specific phrase and the gravity of the question. She looked into her fiance’s serious eyes. It had to have been over a year since they’d practiced this exchange, well before her promotion. But faced with the real deal for the first time, she felt her subconscious make the decision for her.

“Fuck off!” she said, and pulled her hand free to slap him.

Ryan caught it with a much less gentle grip. A shiver ran through her as she looked up at him and felt the weight of the pact she’d just signed.

“This has been a long time coming.” Ryan grabbed her other wrist and started pulling her out of the kitchen.

“Stop it! Let me go, asshole!”

Katelyn leaned back and dug her heels in, but it hardly slowed Ryan down. Her fiance dragged her down the hall with ease, her hands trapped in an iron grip and sock feet sliding easily. Her rage was back in full force and she leaned into it, no filter.

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

She tried kicking him, but instead lost her balance and slipped on to her butt, and Ryan just swirled her around and started dragging her backwards as she kicked her feet uselessly. Soon she was sitting at the foot of their bed, and a second later he hoisted her up and over his lap.

Katelyn thrashed as best she could, but Ryan had her pinned, her body pitched forward, keeping her off balance. She felt cold air hit her butt as her pants were tugged down to her ankles and was about to unleash a string of obscenities when the first thunderous WACK! struck her ass.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

The spank shocked her, but Katelyn wasn’t done fighting.

“Because my boyfriend is a stupid carrot-loving dick!”

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK!

The ferociousness of each spank killed any smart comments she had stored up, drowned in the pain radiating from her backside.

“Is it maybe because you’ve been acting like a selfish baby for months now?”

WACK! WACK!

“You’ve left messes everywhere.”

WACK! WACK!

“You’ve been incredibly rude.”

WACK! WACK!

“And you’re drunk every other night.”

WACK! WACK!

“You’ve” WACK! “Been.” WACK! “A.” WACK! “Very.” WACK! “Bad.” WACK! “Girl!”

There was no stopping the tears now --- every spank drove coherent thought further from her mind, leaving only the pain, anger and fear to finally boil over as Ryan’s hand rained down again and again.

Katelyn sobbed.

(Part 2)

Padded Little Paradise

The Girl Next Door

Image Credit: ABDreams.com “Hmm, you’re a fidgety little one, aren’t you? What’s the matter, baby? Didn’t expect to be quite so… exposed in

Fresh from the archive and up over on Wordpress!

She couldn't believe it. Her dream has come true.

Since Abby was a little girl, she liked to be in diapers. But unfortunatly, everyone has to grow up and potty train. But now it was diferent.

Of course Abby was a diaper girl and a member of the ABDL community, but she never had the courage to become really incontinent and never could really have a 24/7 diaper period longer than 2 months. But recently, the gouvernment wanted to make a new law, where some criminales would become incontinent by surgery, and they were searching voluntiers for the first tests. And thats when Abby saw her oportunity. She aplied for thats reaserch, where she would be compensated so she never had to worry about money.

And now, after the surgery. She was finally happy. Incontinent and happy

How many stories have you completed?

I had to go back and count. "Completed" being the operative word. I am terrible at finishing or adding chapters to longer stories. I tend to either lose steam or not know where to take the story. But I compiled almost everything I've written that's over 3k words. I tried to post links to the ones that have previews/full-releases on free sites. All of them can be found on Patreon:

The Boss' Baby

Besties - Part 1 , Part 2

Big Daddy

Date Night

Diaper Cuck - Excerpt 1 , Excerpt 2

DREAMS Daycare

Egg Hunt

Feels Like The First Time

Here Comes the Airpwane

Maw

Meet The Parents - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Monitored

Practice Makes Perfect

Princess Pampers

Prudish

Reflections

Rent-A-Bull

Road Trip

Season's Greetings

Severance

Stuffed

Tales From a Mommy Blog

The Baby Shower

The Box

The Check-Up

The Satin Sock

The Wet Nurse

Tinder Love and Care

Under His Thumb

Weekend Services

You Should Smile More

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Ongoing/Abandoned Projects

ABCDegree

Go Ask Alex

Hoetel Bimbo

Joy Ride

New World Order

Sissy School - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Sorority Boys - Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The Hunt

The White Rabbit

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This obviously doesn't include the mini-stories and captions I've written, but I'm not about to go back and count all of those, lol.

I'm going to pin this post if that's okay. I've been meaning to catalogue this for a long time, so thanks for this question to finally make me get off my lazy ass and do it. I will try to update as more gets released.

If you'd like to find my on other sites, here's All My Links

"Oh, you like showing off your ass for me, don't you, you little slut?" Shane murmured, and his voice was low. Rough. Grating with barely suppressed, animalistic longing to claim her, taste her, make her his. The sort of voice Jenna had thought only existed in erotic novels, and never in real life…

Certainly never for a girl like her.

"Oh yeah, baby," he crooned now, his breath hot on her neck. "Go on, show me that ass. Show me that hot, incredible ass. Mmm, yeah. I bet you're super wet already for me down here, aren't you, you dirty girl?"

They both knew what he meant. Wet – in both ways. She couldn't deny the truth, and so she didn't even try. She simply flushed and nodded and shivered at his breathtaking touch, reveling in the feeling of being so completely, utterly wanted.

"You like showing off your ass for me, too, don't you? You beautiful little slut…" he murmured, and his hands were slipping suggestively up and down her rear, drifting ever further down between her thighs. Jenna caught her breath as the tips of his fingers momentarily brushed against the moist padding protecting her vulva, and she heard the smile in Shane's voice a moment later. "God, you're such a wet, dirty girl for me, aren't you?" he continued, and she nodded eagerly in sighing acquiescence. "Here's this padded little pussy down here, too. All nice and wet and ready for me to fill it up like it deserves…"

"Yes, yes please," she murmured, and she gasped as his palm descended with a stinging slap onto her bare thigh. "That's my horny girl," he commended, and then his fingers were pressing more insistently into the wet padding over her genitals. "That's my sweet little slut. Mmm… I bet you'd like me to fuck you right here and now, wouldn't you?"

"Uh-huh," she breathed, her face flushed with arousal and sheer exhilaration. No other man on earth had ever touched one of her sodden diapers and mouthed such words. No other person on the planet had ever before reminded her – not simply as some kind souls did, that she was "pretty" and "sweet" and "not at all broken" – but that she was hot as hell and a woman to be pleasured and coveted and lusted after.

Not in spite of being medically incontinent. Not even because of it. But because she was beautiful and incontinent and funny and lust-worthy all in one, with every separate aspect combining to make one completely whole and completely sensual human being.

"Why don't we get that pretty, padded ass into bed, hmm?" Shane was saying now, as she brought her momentarily distracted attention back to her lover and his caresses. "Why don't you show me just how much you want to be ridden from behind, hmm? Go on. Tell me how you need someone to ride you, babe. Tell me how much you need me to make you drip and cum and squirt like a horny little bitch-"

"Yes, ride me," she moaned, and she shuddered in pleasure even as she felt another familiar, hot spurt of urine – almost as if on cue – dribble involuntarily out of her. No matter. It was a biological function as ordinary as breathing, and something she'd had no control over these past seven years. But with Shane, she no longer needed to feel ashamed or embarrassed. Not in the slightest.

And so she repeated it: louder this time, as if nothing odd had even happened… because nothing had. "Ride me, honey. Please… I'm such a slut for you, such a wet, needy slut…"

Rational thought was evaporating now for both of them, vanishing like steam before the heat of their hormones and primal lust. But in those remaining moments of sanity, as they made their hurried way to the dark refuge of their bedroom, Jenna reflected gratefully that Shane was truly something special: as profoundly kind as he was sensual. And thanks to him, Jenna had never felt more valid – more special and yet so blessedly normal – than in this very moment.

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going full toddler part 5

Marie froze.

The soft ding-dong of the doorbell still echoed in her ears, but it was nothing compared to the thud-thud-thud of her heartbeat pounding in her chest.

She sat there, trapped in her playpen, still dressed in just her oversized T-shirt and a clearly visible diaper, her bib still snug around her neck. The highchair beside her was undeniable proof of what she had just been doing. There was no hiding, no chance to run. Whoever was at the door was going to see her just like this.

Her stomach flipped.

Steve, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. He didn’t even hesitate as he walked to the front door, his stride casual, his smirk still lingering as if he wasn’t about to let a stranger see his little girl in the most embarrassing state possible.

Marie curled into herself, gripping her bunny tight, barely daring to breathe as she watched the door swing open.

And then—

The woman stepped inside.

Marie’s breath hitched.

She was stunning.

Tall, confident, and impossibly graceful, she carried herself with an air of effortless authority. Her honey-blonde hair was swept back into a perfect, elegant ponytail, not a single strand out of place. A flowing white sundress draped over her frame, accentuating the soft curves of her figure, and her lips curled into a knowing smile the moment she laid eyes on Steve.

“Steve,” she purred, stepping forward with open arms.

Marie watched in horror as Steve smirked—as if this was completely expected—and met the woman halfway, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace so natural, so intimate that it made Marie’s stomach twist.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

She knew what that hug meant. The way he pulled her close, the way his hand rested on the small of her back—it was the same way he touched her whenever he brought her in for cuddles, the same warmth she thought belonged to just her.

But before she could even begin to process that, Marie’s breath caught as the woman pulled away and turned her gaze directly on her.

Her golden-brown eyes lit up at the sight.

“Oh,” she murmured, her voice rich with amusement. “Well, isn’t she just precious?”

Marie’s entire body locked up.

She wanted to disappear. Wanted to shrink into the floor, wanted to dive into the plush blankets of the playpen and vanish before this elegant, beautiful woman could get a better look at her.

But it was too late.

The woman was already stepping forward, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor.

Marie barely registered the movement beside her—only now noticing the boy standing just behind the woman.

He was dressed in shortalls—light blue, soft-looking fabric with an embroidered dinosaur peeking out of the pocket, revealing the unmistakable bulk of a thick diaper beneath. His T-shirt was a matching green, the cartoon dino on the front grinning happily. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips pressed around a pacifier as he suckled quietly, but his eyes were wide and curious as he stared right at her.

Marie’s stomach plummeted.

Another little.

Another diapered little.

Watching her.

Her hands gripped her bunny even tighter, her toes curling as her crinkly padding reminded her of exactly how little she was right now.

And then—

A warm hand slid under her chin.

Marie squeaked, her whole body stiffening as the woman crouched down, tilting her face up with gentle but unshakable authority.

“You must be Marie,” the woman murmured, her tone soft but full of something deeper—something that made Marie’s tummy flip. “Stevie’s told me so much about his little princess.”

Marie’s lips parted, but no words came out.

She was stunned.

Trapped in the woman’s gaze, frozen under her touch.

And then—before she could even process what was happening—the woman leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead, the soft floral scent of her perfume surrounding her, making Marie feel impossibly small.

It was warm. Maternal.

And then…..

Squish.

Marie gasped.

The woman’s other hand had drifted down—trailing over Marie’s tummy, her bib, and lower—before pressing gently against the front of her diaper.

Marie whimpered, her entire body going rigid as a wave of shame crashed over her.

“Oh, sweetheart,” the woman cooed, tilting her head as she gave the damp padding another deliberate squeeze. “You’re already a little soggy, aren’t you?”

Marie whimpered softly, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as the woman’s warm palm lingered on the front of her diaper, pressing just enough to remind her exactly how little she was.

She felt utterly exposed.

And yet, the woman looked completely unbothered—like checking Marie’s diaper was the most natural thing in the world.

Steve’s chuckle sent another wave of heat crawling up Marie’s neck. “She’s a little damp, but I changed her just before lunch,” he mused, his voice rich with amusement. “Had to—this little princess had her first messy diaper right before I put her in her highchair.”

Marie’s heart stopped.

She squeaked, her entire body jolting as if she could somehow take back the words that had already been spoken. Her breath hitched, her hands clamping down hard over her bunny as shame crashed over her like a tidal wave.

No.

No, no, no.

Why—why did he have to say that?!

It was one thing for this woman to see her in a wet diaper. But this—this was worse. This was humiliating.

This woman—this stranger—who’s name she didn’t even know yet, now knew one of the most intimate, most embarrassing things about her. That just an hour ago, she had completely filled her diaper like the helpless little baby she was.

Marie could barely breathe, her entire body trembling with shame.

She chanced a glance up—just a tiny one—only to find the woman’s eyes twinkling with warmth and amusement.

“Oh, sweet girl,” the woman purred, her thumb gently stroking Marie’s cheek as if she could feel her embarrassment. “You really are just Daddy’s little baby, aren’t you?”

Marie whimpered, her face burning, but she couldn’t look away.

And then—

“Well,” the woman continued, still cupping Marie’s cheek with one hand while giving her diaper one last firm squeeze with the other, “I suppose you and Tim are more alike than I thought.”

Marie blinked, confused, her lip still trembling.

Tim?

Slowly, her wide eyes flickered past the woman’s shoulder—to the little boy still standing quietly behind her.

And before Marie could even process what she meant—

“Oh yeah,” the woman added casually, as if she were talking about the weather. “Tim already had his poopy Pampers first thing this morning.”

Marie’s jaw dropped.

Her stomach flipped.

Did she—did she really just—

Her gaze snapped back to the little boy in horror.

And what did she find?

Tim, grinning behind his pacifier, completely unbothered.

No blush. No shame. No embarrassment at all.

Just… a tiny giggle.

A tiny, amused, carefree giggle, like this wasn’t even a big deal.

Like he knew exactly what he was, and he didn’t care.

Marie could barely breathe.

How—how was he so okay with this?!

She felt like she was dying from the sheer humiliation of Steve mentioning her accident. Meanwhile, this boy had just admitted—completely casually—that he’d messed his diaper hours ago, and he was giggling about it?!

Marie couldn’t handle it.

Her hands flew up to her face, pressing her bunny tight against her burning cheeks as she squirmed helplessly in the woman’s arms.

“Oh, don’t be so shy, sweetheart,” the woman teased, bouncing Marie slightly as if she were just a fussy little baby. “It’s just part of being a little one, isn’t it?”

Marie squeaked.

She wanted to disappear.

But the woman just chuckled, as if Marie’s flustered state only amused her more.

Steve, of course, looked thoroughly entertained.

“I tried telling her that earlier,” he mused, crossing his arms as he leaned lazily against the doorway. “She’s still getting used to it.”

The woman hummed, clearly pleased. “Well, I suppose that’s what this weekend is for, isn’t it?”

Marie swallowed hard, her stomach twisting.

What—what did that mean?

“It’s ok if you want to wear one. I was the same way. I’ll tell you a secret. Before I started wearing diapers again, I really wanted to, but I didn’t know how to ask. It would be so embarrassing to ask my Mom if she could put me back in diapers again. So I came up with a plan.”

“I started wetting myself on purpose. Pretty soon my Mom got tired of cleaning my sheets every night or mopping up the puddles I’d leave all over the house. She put me back in diapers. I acted like I hated it, but secretly I loved it. And now I wear them 24/7 and I’m basically incontinent again.”

“If you want to wear them, you should just let go. Pee your pants. It’s ok. My Mom won’t get mad. What she will do is put you in one of my diapers. They’re so cozy and secure. You’ll love them. Just let go and pee your pants and you can wear diapers too.”