Today’s snippet comes from the Diaper Dimensions “What the fuck?” asked Simon, “Why the hell would you do that?” Priscilla sighed. “You know it’s different for us women,” she said, “our maternal instinct is too strong.” “Too strong!” yelled Simon, “You can’t…” “Hush,” said Priscilla, “it’s well documented that Amazon women want to diaper anything…
Category: Fiction
Emergency Broadcast
Emergency Broadcast Following recent events the US Government has become aware of people stocking up on essential supplies so that they can see out any period of uncertainty and danger to public safety arising from the new strains of COVID coming from Europe and Brazil. While warehouse stocks of fresh and tinned food remain strong…
“It’s going to be wet and windy tomorrow,” she said, watching the storm warning on the TV. “Nothing you need worry about,” he replied, “You’ll be focussed on it being wet and windy inside.” She looked at him in confusion, then recoiled as she saw what he held up. “Since you won’t be going out…
She tried to pull her arms free but the straps were too tight, the comfortable padding not relenting. She’d have no choice, if she wanted to empty her bladder it would have to be here, dressed as she was, in front of her best friend. Lucky in a way that the straps weren’t the only…
Think Twice Before Being Naughty
The problem wasn’t that I’d been naughty. I knew I shouldn’t and did anyway. The problem was, she knew too. I sat pensively waiting, my knees primly together, the short skirt more elegant when I was standing but I wasn’t sure how long she’d be, hoped my submissive seated position would assuage her anger. She…
A final crack of his whip ripped the Luger from the German officer’s hand. Coiling it up Indy attached it to his belt, walked up to the shocked Nazi and tilted his hat nonchalantly. “Vat have you done?” asked Hauptsturmfuhrer Schteck, staring wild-eyed at Indy, “Now ve vill all die!” Indy snorted with derision. “No,”…
Too wet to walk comfortably I tried anyway to hide my waddle as the elevator doors opened. Nobody seemed to notice, the only comment a man asking which floor I wanted. As I told him I turned to face the door and heard the plastic keeping my skirt dry crinkle. I froze, but again nobody…
Obey the Law
I cupped my hands below my breasts as he came around the corner. It was a stupid law, but it was the law, and the punishments too severe to risk. I’d had a friend that had let her hands dropped, hadn’t presented her breasts to a passing man; she was now in a harness, wrists…
“Please, I can’t sleep in these.” Misty’s pleading even sounded infantile, a whine creeping into her voice. Caroline shook her head, no expression on her face. “I’ve told you, you don’t get to choose. I’m in charge, and I’m not letting you sleep without protection.” “But they’re just too uncomfortable. Can’t I at least wear…
She stood there, quivering in fear, the terror of soiling herself causing tears, the imagined humiliation more than she could bear. It was still preferable to going back into that bathroom, bearing her vulnerable skin to the morass of hairy legs in the bowl, even to crap on them, bury them under the putrid contents…