Category: Snippet

I stopped speaking, sat down and fell unconscious. Not my fault, that much vodka was more than my body could take and stay awake. The students were all adults, they didn’t need me anyway, and I’m sure I’d told them which part of the textbook to work from. I woke again, looked up, saw worried…

“Watch this. We call it the sissy test.” She reached out and dangled a ruffled pink diaper cover tantalisingly towards the line of men. Most of them frowned and a couple even recoiled away from it but one started smiling and another swayed forwards slightly as though about to take a step towards it. “Ok,”…

People say a ninja shouldn’t wear disposables. They say the crinkling will alert the victim. They’re almost right. The victim hears it ok. But by then it’s too late. They also forget the client report. “Did he suffer? Did he die in abject humilation?” “Look at it this way. Would you want your last conscious…

“I’m in so much pain!” whined Missy as she came into the room. Mariella looked across and watched her trying to walk. The poor girl was clearly in pain, trying to limp on both legs at once, the result an ungainly waddling motion. “Stop whining,” she said, “you sound like a baby, and you’re waddling…

“The irony of course,” said Primrose, “is that the adult baby boys stay dry so much longer than the men we force into diapers.” Danny looked at her in confusion. “I don’t get it. Surely it would be the other way around?” Primrose smiled at his confusion. “Ah, you forget,” she explained, “the adult babies…

I waddled off, as quickly as I could. I was intelligent enough to know it wouldn’t be quick enough. He’d catch me, and I’d be punished. Hopefully he was intelligent enough to know that was why I was running.

It was a mature, experienced audience. They knew this piece was normally danced with short stiff tutus, the ballerina’s leotard the only thing hiding her underwear, keeping her decent. So nobody strained to look as she came out onto the stage, graceful movements and fast precise spins, perfect poise accentuating the music. Until a whisper…

“You’ve been demanding I let you prove you’re potty trained for weeks,” he said, “So this is your chance.” Sure, he’d bought me a potty. It was far too small, but that wasn’t the issue. He’d removed my diaper but made me stand astride the potty, my long legs either side, stood upright. If I…

“Your skirt is too short, I can see your diaper.” “My skirt is knee length!” “Maybe it’s not the skirt then.”