Category: Snippet

Observe as the dastardly provocateur creeps up behind our innocent victim, intent on a wedgie. A quick yank, a harumph of triumph.. cut off mid flow by the sounds of a soggy squidge. Worse, our virtuous victim, instead of screeching in violated fright, shudders sensuously, seeming to welcome the wet wrench of her infantile underwear….

“What’s your costu.. wait? Is that a diaper?” “No! I’ve come as a pumpkin.” “But it’s white?” “Give me time, I’ll get there..”

He laid her on the bed, his hand cupped around her, a hot presence as she pushed against him. The sensations broke her control and she started moaning then talking dirty. “Fuck me hard,” she pleaded, “Fuck me like a paedophile with a 2 year old.” He raised his eyebrows then subtly shrugged. “Ironic,” he…

“I lost control a little,” she admitted. “A little?” he asked, “You’re wetter than the crew of an open deck yacht sailing the North Passage!” “Close your legs, everybody can see your diaper!” “I can’t!” “You could when I put it on you.” “That was four coffees ago.” “I think I leaked,” she said. “Leaked?”…

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked belligerently, standing up and glaring at her. “I’m Judith,” she replied, “the note said to drive here.” He looked at Judith, looked at her car, then turned to the young kid on the motorbike. “The red fucking truck you clown. That’s a Honda fucking Civic.” The kid’s eyes…

For a moment, as she stood there under the warm heavy rain, enjoying the relief it provided from the sticky atmosphere inside, the area covered by her diaper was, in a strange reversal of the normal situation, the only dry part of her body.

“No. I do not want to,” I said, my voice calm but firm. He mocked me anyway, “Awww, what’s the matter, are you a little baby?” “Yes,” I replied sarcastically, “I’m a little baby. The answer is still no.” He clicked his fingers, and spoke to the servant that attended. “Prepare the nursery, this baby…

“Stand back! He’s wearing a suicide diaper!” The crowd scattered, leaving the man stood there alone in the square. He looked around despondently and held his hands out to the side. “I changed my mind,” he said, “I don’t want to die.” The armed police shouted at him to keep his distance, kneel down, obey…

My manager wasn’t happy. “Why are you late? You know this meeting is for you.” “I’m sorry, I was in the shower.” “A shower at 10.30am,” she said, not shouting but strong displeasure apparent through the video link, “Have a shower when you get up or after work, not when we’re paying you to be…

It had been a tough day at work, entirely unfair for my birthday. I dropped my bag by the door, ran straight upstairs, stripped off. No plans tonight except padding too thick to walk properly in and enough wine to assure it was needed. I was soon gasping in surprise at what I’d managed to…