Category: Snippet

He laid her, still comatose, on the bed, then, swiftly and efficiently before she recovered, neatly fastened an oversized towelling diaper onto her. Groggily she blinked, moved her head, looked down at him and weakly tried to swat him away. “What are you doing?” she asked. He didn’t answer, finished fitting the polyurethane laminate snap…

“All rise. State versus Grandholme.” “So Mr Grandholme, the charge is that you touched this woman without her permission. How do you plead?” “I held her forearm to steady her as she stood up, after she tripped on the kerb. If that’s sexual assault, I guess I’m guilty.” “Thank you Mr Grandholme, your willingness to…

“Oh Sweetie, you’re about to leak. No, don’t worry about the smell, baby girls can’t help that.” Tanya winced. She couldn’t see herself as a baby girl, the evidence provided by filthy diaper notwithstanding. “I’d change you here, but the rug is too expensive. Let’s pop upstairs and we’ll look after you there.” Tanya let…

Bobby sniggered as he gripped the metal ring, his biceps bulging as he strained to force it open. “Give me a hand here Seb,” he said. Sebastian looked across. “Told you it’d be stiff,” he said, “this sprinkler system is so old I don’t think the groundstaff even know it’s here.” They grunted together, faces…

I was wearing only a thick diaper and a baby’s bib as I opened the front door. “Who are you?” he asked, “Why are you dressed like that? And what the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Does my bum look big in this?” Pete sighed. The eternal girlfriend trap. He played it safe, went with “You look cute and sexy in that.” Clara smiled happily at him. “You can’t tell?” Pete grinned back. “No,” he confirmed, “but it’ll swell when wet, so everybody will be able to tell.” Clara stared at…

The lockdown was tolerable, the restrictions on social interactions manageable. It was the shopping that hurt, interminable queues, rationing, stress inducing behaviour from other shoppers. So I decided to embrace it on my terms. Castor oil tastes awful and works fast, unavoidable voiding inevitable. I knew what I wanted from the shop, where to find…

“You want me to wear what?!” Mrs Velthon looked at Annabelle sternly. “This is the uniform. The children love seeing someone dressed as they are, forced to waddle as they are, a character in a wet diaper just like theirs.” “WHAT?! You want me to wet myself too?” Mrs Velthon sighed. “It’s a long day….

“I wanted to ask you something.” She smiled and looked at me, inviting the question. It was hard to ask. I may have stumbled a little. “Would you.. baby me? I want a mummy to care for me.” She took it well, didn’t throw me out of the house, just asked, “But darling, I’m 82…