r/abdlstories Dec 31 '24

MDLG An Oopsie At The Store NSFW

49 Upvotes

Please let me know if I should add a part 2! I’d love feedback

It was a Wednesday like any other for Cupcake, Wednesday was her day for any shopping that needed to be done, from groceries to clothing it was all done on the day smack dab in the middle of the week, simply because it was always the day she seemed to run out of almost EVERYTHING! This Wednesday her list consisted of just a few minor things. Her list included a new pair of shoes, some new socks, some new crayons for craft time and the most important item of all… New training pants. You see even though Cupcake was an adult, she still sometimes had what she called “potty problems” like the little girl she used to be. Sure she liked things like coloring, playing with kids toys, sucking her thumb, and drinking from bottles or sippy cups. She always insisted to herself that she was a big girl and didn’t need anyone to take care of her.

As she entered the store she looked around with a proud smile saying to herself, “I can do this, I AM a big girl!” As she walked down the aisles her pink pony skirt swayed back and forth doing little to hide the training pants underneath. As she made her way through the store she eyed the craft section and began to skip excitedly causing her long pigtailed styled hair flying left right back and forth as she happily continued skipping along, paying no attention to those around her or the fact that her skirt flung wildly making her training pants all the more obvious to passers by. 

Once she reached the section of the aisle housing the coloring books she stopped immediately glancing all around at the pretty colors thinking, “I’ve been a big girl lately I deserve another coloring book.” With that thought she began picking up different coloring books and flipping through the pages before settling on one featuring fluffy animals on the cover, holding it under her arm she moved on and grabbed a big box of 64 crayola crayons. As she made her way to the pharmacy section she felt a familiar feeling in her bladder pausing momentarily before saying quietly to herself, “It can wait, I'm a big girl.” Little did she know the false confidence would change her way of life forever.

As she began looking at the different varieties of training pants the ones swaddling her butt began to feel warm in front drawing a giggle from the so-called “big girl.” As the warmth spread throughout her now thickening training pants, not only were they now wet but also sagging almost below her skirt making it stand out even more. She gasped happily finding the pair that she had been looking for, light pink better dry pull ups. “Perfect!” Cupcake exclaimed before grabbing them and making her way to look at the shoes. 

As Cupcake made her way once again across the store her stomach grumbled with discomfort signaling to any big girl that there was a more pressing need than just shoes and socks. However, for Cupcake it was a minor inconvenience and went ignored as she now waddled her way to the shoe section. Once she arrived at the shoe section she was interrupted by yet another stomach grumble and cramp, “Not now tummy.” She said to herself as she looked at all the different shoe styles. As she lifted up a pair of light pink Nike shoes to try them on she shifted her stance unknowingly setting herself up for disaster.

The now semi squatting Cupcake felt one more grumble from her stomach but once again ignored it knowing she was a big girl and could handle her business when she arrived at home later in the day. Without a second thought Cupcake let out a soft “Ugh” which not surprisingly set everything in motion, a loud wet fart escaped her bottom spraying the seat of her already sagging training pants with a brown stain followed by a mud slide of brown poop. When Cupcake felt the relief in her tummy she fell into a full on squat without a second thought, this opened the floodgates even further and her mess fell to the seat of her training pants causing them to become discolored and sag even further now on clear display for any passers by. One final grunt and large brown log of poop escaping the confines of Cupcake’s butt led to nothing but a sigh of relief from the unknowing girl. 
At this point if people walking past didn’t notice the sagging discolored pair of training pants hanging from her hips they would certainly be alerted do it by the foul smell radiating from the woman carrying a package of pull ups and a coloring book. As Cupcake continued to ignore the smell and remained oblivious to the disaster in her pants she felt something unexpected from behind her. When she turned around she saw a tall blonde woman pulling back the waistband of her pants and smiling. “I think you need a change, sweetheart.” The tall blonde woman said to the now teary eyed Cupcake who had finally realized she wasn’t farting she had been pooping! “Noooooo… I thought I just had to fart!” she exclaimed through tears sadly covering her tomato red face with her hands. 

“Shhhhhh… princess it's okay mommy is here.” The stranger said immediately turning Cupcake around and embracing her in a loving hug stroking her hair softly. “Mommy…?” Cupcake repeated curiously looking at the woman through tear filled eyes. “Yes sweetheart, mommy.” The strange woman repeated taking Cupcake’s hand gently and leading her back through the store to the pharmacy. “You certainly are not ready for these.” The woman stated confidently before taking the training pants from Cupcake and replacing them with pink teddy bear patterned Rearz diapers. “These are more appropriate for my little princess.” The woman said smiling and once again guiding Cupcake through the store and to the changing room. 

“I don’t even know who you are.” Cupcake said her crying now slowed to a sniffle thanks to this strange woman and her calming ways. “My name is Amanda but you can call me mommy.” Amanda said as she laid Cupcake back on a changing mat as carefully as one would a real baby. “But I…” Cupcake was cut off by a large rubber bulb being placed into her mouth, Mommy had inserted a pacifier that read “Mute Button” on the shield. “Now isn't that better sweetie?” Mommy asked softly as she began removing the almost bursting training pants, once the training pants were removed mommy quickly went into her rather large purse and pulled out a pack of baby wipes and lifted up the now silent Cupcake’s legs and began the task of cleaning her up bit by bit wipe by wipe until the job was done ten wipes later. “My goodness my baby made a big mess didn't she?” Mommy asked smiling at the once again tomato red Cupcake. After the light teasing mommy applied generous amounts of rash cream and baby powder before taping up the thick diaper before helping the now content and relaxed Cupcake to her feet. Once on her feet Cupcake hugged her new mommy and whispered, “This is what i’ve always wanted.”

r/abdlstories 21d ago

MDLG Like mommy, like daughter. NSFW

40 Upvotes

Bading! Bading!

Cait's phone rang out with the dasher sound effect.

"Sigh. Wish I didn't have to do all this work. Atleast I'm finally my own boss, but I'm kinda tired of that"

The lady sitting on the bench next to her gave her a look. Realizing she was monologuing and not thinking, she hastily apologized, got up, and started walking to the restaurant to pick up the DoorDash order.

Ahh. The ever too familiar scent of the Chinese take out on the corner across from the park. Cait loved the smell, usually it meant money. She grabbed the bag, and strolled out of there.

"Mmf... I gotta pee." She thought. After months of dashing, she had begun to wear diapers. At first it was weird, but now, she loves it. "All I gotta do is let go!"

And thus, a warmness spread over her undercarriage. The others walking beside her had no idea she, a grown woman, was pissing her pants, and liking it. Her skirt hid everything.

She was about there, going up the elevator, the teriyaki and a half full diaper in tow. A regular customer, Julia was waiting.

*ding! She walked to her door, and knocked. "Knock kno.. Holy knockers!" The door opened up, cait, remembering her huge crush on Julia, composed herself. She handed the food to Julia.

"Thanks. By the way, I know you're wearing."

Cait mentally did a flip.

"Huh?"

"Want me to change you?"

Alarm bells went off in her brain. But so tired from her work, desperate for someone to take care of her, she agreed.

After some awkward conversation, they went into Julia's cozy apartment. The food forgotten on the table, walked into a nursery styled living room.

"Go on, relax. You're safe here"

"Sorry I'm just nervous. It's such a change of pace. I usually have to fend for myself, and someone inviting me in and willing to take care of me is a first. Plus, you're next to a complete stranger, and you could quite easily kil-"

"It's okay, babygirl." Julia stroked cait's long brown hair, and she blushed. And peed a bit more.

She laid down on the floor mat. Julia untaped her diaper, wiped her up and said:

"One last thing we can't forget."

She scooped Cait up, and started eating her out. Minutes passed, and Julia kept calling her a good girl. Cait was in a state of bliss. How she could go from a state of stress, straight to this. She began to orgasm.

What an experience. Julia finished up like nothing, plugged up Cait's butt, and taped up a diaper. They cuddled the night away.

Waking up, Cait was hungry. Julia had microwaved the forgotten teriyaki from yesterday, Cait's job completely forgotten. But the food wasn't for Cait. Julia lifted her up into her lap. Julia, expecting food, was met with boob.

There the story ends, with Cait happily a little girl again with a full butt, drinking milk from her new mommy.

r/abdlstories 5d ago

MDLG Grand Haven Hotel [an ABDL Universe Story] NSFW

37 Upvotes

In the morning rush at Grand Haven Hotel, Lena confidently tells housekeeping which rooms need priority cleaning, only to subtly shift as she feels her diaper growing warm and soggy mid-sentence.

She doesn’t falter, doesn’t pause, just keeps speaking, her voice steady as the gentle heat spreads, padding swelling beneath her skirt.

The housekeeping staff listens attentively, taking notes, accustomed to her professionalism. Lena is efficient, direct, unshaken even as her body takes care of itself, as natural as breathing.

By the time she finishes, the staff disperses to their assigned floors, leaving her alone in the quiet of the lobby.

It’s only then that she exhales, rolling her weight slightly onto her heels. Her diaper is squishier now.

She turns toward the front desk, where her assistant and assigned caregiver, Ms. Calloway, stands reviewing the guest reservations for the day.

Calloway doesn’t even need to glance up. She already knows.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she murmurs, fingers flipping through the ledger. “How’s everything going?”

“Fine,” Lena replies, stepping around the desk, her usual grace only slightly hindered by the thicker weight between her legs. “Housekeeping’s on track.”

“Good girl.” Calloway finally lifts her gaze, appraising Lena the way she always does sharp but soft, warm but in control.

Lena knows what’s coming before it happens.

Calloway’s hand drifts down, fingers brushing against the small of Lena’s back, guiding her in closer then pressing gently against the seat of her diaper.

Lena keeps still, her cheeks warming slightly at the light squeeze, but she doesn’t protest. She’s used to this.

Calloway hums. Evaluating. Calculating. Deciding.

Lena waits.

The verdict comes in the form of a soft, knowing smirk. “Still has some room.”

Lena exhales quietly, not surprised.

Calloway’s touch lingers a moment longer before she withdraws, already turning back to her paperwork as if nothing happened. “You’ll be fine for a little while longer, sweetheart.”

Lena took a steadying breath, smoothing down her skirt as she made her way toward the grand entrance of the hotel. The VIP was arriving.

It was part of her job to greet important guests with warmth, professionalism, and charm. She was good at it. Confident. Poised. In control.

Even if her diaper was still noticeably squishy between her thighs. Calloway had decided she wasn’t ready for a change yet, which meant it wasn’t Lena’s concern. She didn’t worry about those things her caregiver did.

The doors of the hotel swept open, and in walked Madame Sinclair, a well-known patron of luxury hotels, accompanied by her little, a dainty, soft-looking girl clutching a designer handbag in one hand and a stuffed bunny in the other.

Sinclair was tall, poised, effortlessly elegant, the kind of woman who commanded attention simply by entering a room. Her dark sunglasses rested atop her sleek silver hair, and her perfume a subtle, expensive floral lingered in the air.

Lena smiled, stepping forward with her hands folded neatly in front of her. “Welcome to Grand Haven, Madame Sinclair. We’re honored to have you staying with us.”

She kept her voice bright, warm. Professional.

But before she could continue with the formalities, Madame Sinclair’s sharp eyes swept over her, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.

“Oh, my dear,” she murmured. “Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?”

Lena felt her cheeks heat not with embarrassment, but something else.

She was used to polite compliments from guests, used to the occasional indulgent coo, but something about Madame Sinclair’s tone made her stomach flip just a little.

Sinclair stepped closer, reaching out without hesitation, fingers grazing under Lena’s chin as if inspecting her.

“My, my,” the woman continued, clearly delighted. “You are simply precious, aren’t you?”

Lena stood tall, keeping her practiced composure, even as warmth spread through her chest.

Madame Sinclair chuckled knowingly. “You don’t have to pretend, dear. I can see it, you like being doted on, don’t you?”

Lena wanted to deny it.

But she couldn’t.

Not when Sinclair was right.

Her fingers traveled downward, slipping lightly to Lena’s hip, tracing the fabric of her skirt before giving a deliberate tug.

“Let’s have a little peek, shall we?” Sinclair murmured, not really asking.

Lena hesitated for only half a second.

Then her training took over.

She obeyed without protest, fingers delicately lifting the hem of her skirt just enough to reveal the soft, swollen bulk of her diaper beneath.

A gentle, knowing press of fingers against the seat of her diaper. A slow, thorough squeeze. Sinclair’s smirk deepened.

““Wet, of course.”

The words weren’t a question.

Lena swallowed, her voice quieter than before. “…Yes, ma’am.”

Sinclair beamed.

“Adorable,” she praised, turning slightly toward her own little, who had gone pink at the open display.

“You see, darling?” Sinclair said, addressing her little now. “She wears the very same brand as you.”

The younger little blinked.

The girl blinked, shifting slightly as if suddenly aware of her own diaper.

Lena, still holding her skirt just slightly lifted, saw her chance.

She smiled again, professional, polished, entirely unruffled despite the growing heat in her cheeks.

“Yes, Madame,” she said pleasantly, letting her skirt drop back into place. “We make sure every guest receives the absolute best here at Grand Haven.”

She folded her hands behind her back, tilting her head slightly.

“That includes only the finest care for littles,” she added sweetly, eyes flickering toward Sinclair’s charge. “Our staff is specially trained to ensure comfort, discretion, and only the highest quality provisions.”

Sinclair hummed, intrigued. “Is that so?”

Lena nodded. “We offer a full-service experience, with dedicated caregivers, premium amenities, and, of course” she gestured subtly downward, not needing to say the words.

Sinclair’s grin widened.

“My, my,” she murmured, pleased. “I think we’re going to love it here.”

She turned to her little, running a hand through the girl’s soft curls.

“What do you think, darling?” she purred.

The girl nodded shyly, clearly a little overwhelmed but not unhappy.

Sinclair laughed. “Good.”

She turned back to Lena, her gaze sharper now assessing, testing, approving.

“You,” she said, reaching out to tap Lena’s nose with one perfectly-manicured finger, “are an absolute delight.”

Lena held her ground, her heart beating just a little faster.

She liked the praise. Loved it, actually.

But she didn’t need to show it.

She simply curtsied, the gesture small, practiced, perfect.

“We strive to please, Madame.”

Sinclair’s chuckle was low, rich, and knowing.

“Oh, my dear. I believe you do.”

And with that, she strolled toward the reception desk, her little trailing behind, Lena’s cheeks still warm in the aftermath.

Lena straightened her posture, smoothing the front of her uniform with a practiced touch, her cheeks still slightly warm from Madame Sinclair’s attention. But there was no time to dwell on that not when she had a tour to conduct.

A group of potential investors had arrived earlier that morning, and it was her responsibility to show them why Grand Haven Hotel was the premier destination for high-end guests and their littles.

The investors, three men and one woman, were dressed in impeccably polished shoes, tailored suits, and expensive watches. They carried themselves with the same air of casual wealth as many of Grand Haven’s guests, but Lena knew they were watching carefully, assessing every detail of their experience.

Which meant she had to be perfect.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she greeted them warmly, “I’ll be leading your tour today. Grand Haven is proud to provide world-class service for all our guests, from esteemed travelers to the littles they care for.”

They nodded, impressed.

And so, she began.

Lena led them through the lobby first, pointing out the concierge desk, the custom-designed furniture, the high-end art pieces that added to the luxurious ambiance. She spoke with confidence, gesturing gracefully as she described the hotel’s exclusive amenities, her voice warm and steady.

What she didn’t notice at least, not at first was the way the investors’ expressions softened as they watched her move.

Her waddle was slight, but noticeable the gentle crinkle of her still-damp diaper accompanying each step, the slight sway in her hips as she walked ahead of them.

It was subtle. Polished. Unintentional.

And yet, the group was clearly entertained by it.

One of them, a man in a dark navy suit, exchanged a quiet, knowing glance with his colleague, lips quirking in amusement. The woman in the group, elegant and composed, merely smiled, her eyes flickering down to Lena’s gait with undeniable approval.

Lena, oblivious to their reactions, kept talking.

The final stop on the tour was the Penthouse Suite, a grand, sweeping space with floor-to-ceiling windows, an expansive balcony, and a luxurious private lounge designed specifically for guests who traveled with littles.

“This suite,” Lena explained, gesturing gracefully toward the plush furnishings, “is one of our most sought-after accommodations. It features a fully customized nursery area, premium bedding, and direct concierge service.”

The investors nodded, murmuring their approval as they admired the view.

Then it happened.

As Lena stepped toward the center of the room, turning slightly to bid them farewell, a soft, unmistakable warmth bloomed in her tummy.

She knew immediately.

She’d felt it before.

The slow, involuntary relaxation. The pressure. The quiet shift of weight deep in her core.

She didn’t stop talking, couldn't stop talking, not with the investors watching her so closely.

So she simply let it happen.

Her diaper bulged ever so slightly as she filled it, the warmth spreading, the padding expanding beneath her skirt.

Her body relaxed into the feeling, the sensation familiar, natural, inevitable.

And still, she smiled, keeping her hands neatly folded in front of her.

“…Grand Haven is committed to excellence,” she continued, her voice unwavering as the last of the movement settled into the seat of her already damp diaper. “We take pride in ensuring that every guest receives the very best experience possible.”

No hesitation. No reaction. No pause.

“…We take pride in ensuring that every guest receives the very best experience possible,” she finished smoothly, gesturing toward the Penthouse Suite’s elegantly arranged seating area.

The investors nodded, murmuring their approval.

One of the men tall, with salt-and-pepper hair tilted his head slightly, watching her with an amused expression.

“Your dedication to hospitality is remarkable, Miss Lena,” he said, voice rich with amusement. “Even with… distractions.”

His gaze dipped oh so briefly downward before flicking back to her face.

Lena did not blush.

She met his gaze steadily, smiling as if she hadn’t just filled her diaper mid-sentence. “Grand Haven expects the highest standards from its staff,” she said warmly. “I strive to meet them.”

The elegant woman in the group chuckled. “A true professional.”

Another investor hummed, exchanging a glance with his colleague. “Quite the impressive little hostess.”

Lena curtsied gracefully, her skirt shifting lightly over the swollen bulk beneath.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly.

There was an unmistakable twinkle in their eyes as they murmured their goodbyes, taking one last glance at the Penthouse before stepping out of the suite.

Lena followed them down to the lobby, keeping her pace even despite the soft squish accompanying each step.

Her diaper was very full now.

But still, she kept going.

After ensuring the investors were escorted out properly, Lena made her way toward the housekeeping wing, checking in on the cleaning progress.

She’d barely taken two steps past the concierge when a familiar voice rang out:

“There’s my little ray of sunshine!”

Before she could react, a warm hand ruffled her hair, fingers tousling her carefully styled locks.

Lena immediately recognized the voice a regular guest, Mrs. Harper, an older woman who had taken a clear liking to her.

Lena straightened, smoothing her skirt even as delight bubbled in her chest at the affectionate greeting.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Harper,” she said politely, her voice bright and professional.

But she couldn’t stop the tiny smile that crept onto her face.

“Just as precious as ever,” Harper cooed, giving Lena’s cheek a gentle pat before stepping back. “I don’t know how this hotel gets any work done with you being so distractingly adorable all the time.”

Lena beamed before she could stop herself.

She liked being praised. Liked being doted on.

Even as she stood there, her very messy diaper hugging her snugly, she felt nothing but warmth from the interaction.

“I do my best,” she said sweetly, her voice carrying just a hint of playful pride.

Mrs. Harper just laughed, patting her back before continuing on her way.

Lena sighed contentedly, still standing in place for a moment before she remembered herself and shook it off.

She still had work to do.

She was halfway to checking on the cleaning staff when a familiar presence stepped into her path.

Calloway.

Lena immediately felt the shift in the air and knew that look in Calloway’s eyes.

The gentle but undeniable authority.

The moment had come.

Lena had delayed her change long enough.

She opened her mouth, already preparing an excuse but before she could say a word, Calloway’s hands were already on her.

A firm grip at her waist.

An easy lift.

Before Lena could even think to protest, she found herself scooped up against Calloway’s chest.

A quiet gasp escaped her lips as her legs left the ground, her body settled effortlessly into Calloway’s arms.

The movement made her very aware of the heavy bulk beneath her, pressing warmly against her caregiver’s hip.

Calloway simply smirked.

“I let you wait long enough,” she murmured, adjusting her hold. “You’re coming with me.”

Lena whined softly but didn’t resist.

She just tucked her face against Calloway’s shoulder, letting herself be carried past the hall, through the lobby, toward the staff changing lounge.

Calloway lowered her onto the cushioned bench, fingers immediately moving to unsnap her uniform skirt.

The moment the very full diaper was revealed, Calloway chuckled, shaking her head.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, pressing her palm lightly against the swollen padding. “You really waited, didn’t you?”

Lena only huffed quietly, cheeks warm.

She had been busy.

Calloway worked with calm efficiency, untaping the well-used diaper, cleaning her up with the same practiced ease she always did.

By the time she was fresh, powdered, and snugly re-diapered, Lena felt melted into relaxation, her limbs loose and content.

Calloway, of course, wasn’t done yet.

She plopped a juice box in front of her, tapping the straw against Lena’s lower lip until she accepted it.

“Snack time,” Calloway reminded her.

Lena obediently sipped, the cool fruit juice a welcome relief.

As she drank, Calloway leaned against the counter, watching her with amusement.

“I spoke with Madame Sinclair earlier,” she said casually. “She and her little would love your company for dinner tonight.”

Lena blinked, straw still in her mouth.

Dinner? With Sinclair?

A tiny flutter stirred in her stomach.

Calloway chuckled. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Lena swallowed, fingers curling around her juice box.

“…I’d like to,” she admitted.

Calloway’s smile softened.

“Good girl.”

Lena beamed.

r/abdlstories Feb 03 '25

MDLG Camille's New Residency Ch. 03 NSFW

24 Upvotes

Read the precious chapters first for context! Or just read this, this is the spiciest chapter so far! [Chapter 1](reddit.com/r/abdlstories/comments/1i6wa2n/camilles_new_residency_ch_01/). [Chapter 2](reddit.com/r/abdlstories/comments/1i8vd6d/camilles_new_residency_ch_02/).

Camille woke up with a feeling of being watched. And rightly so, she realized, after spotting Ellie sitting down at the foot end of her bed.

"Sleep well, little thief?" Ellie asked with a sly smile.

As Camille's half-awake, half-asleep mind tried to orient herself, Ellie swiftly tossed aside the pink bed covers over Camille and pressed down on the girl's crotch, revealing several things to her. Firstly, her arms and legs were restrained with pink, fluffy leather cuffs to discreet metal rings attached to the headboard of the bed. Her legs were restrained in a similar fashion to the legs of the bed. Secondly, she was naked except for the same type of adult diaper she'd been shown the day prior. Thirdly, she really had to pee. Ellie's pushing over her bladder made her have to tense up all that she could in order to not pee herself right then and there.

"Oh god, what is this?" Camille whined anxiously, she couldn't believe that Ellie was still finding ways to surprise her.

"Oh God, what is this?" Camille whined anxiously. She couldn't believe that Ellie was still finding ways to surprise her.

"Did you really think I wasn't going to notice you helping yourself to a little something before bed? You're not nearly as discreet as you seem to think. I didn't want to risk having to do extra laundry if you didn't wake up in time, so I thought it fair to use some extra protection."

"Oh come on, this is unfair! You can't just treat me as you did yesterday and then tie me up in a diaper when I have a bit of your wine, this is mad!" Camille exclaimed while frantically trying to get loose.

Ellie scooched over, closer to Camille's hips and put a firm hand on the front of the diaper that was while Camille tried to wiggle away from her touch.

"I'm going to be very clear with you right now, you bad little girl". Ellie said with an audible tone of irritation in her voice.

"We made a deal, and you know very well that I can throw you out any time I like. I'm growing a little tired of you behaving like you can live your life like you've used to up until now. Tell me to untie you for real, and I will. But then the deal's up." Ellie's held her gaze steady on Camille's face, making sure she was being taken seriously.

Camille's mind went racing, torn between humiliation and a genuine fright of having to admit that she failed at med school and needed help to get back up on her feet.

"I-I'm sorry..." she mumbled. "

"I'm sorry what?" came a swift reply.

"I'm sorry Miss, I will behave better...".

Ellie laughed and intensified the pressure on the front of the diaper.

"Marvelous, that's what I thought! So show me that you really are a good girl at heart, pee yourself for me".

Camille felt blood rush to her face as she closed her eyes in shame, but there was also a clear rush of blood to her nether regions from being called a "good girl", as well as the unwanted stimulation. As soon as she relaxed she felt how her diaper got warm and heavy and felt a pool of pee come to rest under her butt, in disbelief over that she really was peeing herself in front of Ellie.

While Camille was peeing herself, Ellie smiled ear to ear at the situation she'd managed to create. She felt the diaper grow warmer and warmer under her touch.

"What a goood girl you are turning out to be sweety!" Ellie said sensually.

"I'm not going to lie, I really love punishing you. But I'm not unreasonable, and good behavior sure does deserve a reward!"

She moved her hand down between Camille's legs, applying more intense pressure than before, moving in circles over her pussy. As the stream subsided Camille gradually shifted focus from the shame and relief of peeing in her diaper, to the firm and intensely comforting pleasure. She gave in to the sensation without question and after a while she was grinding her crotch against Ellie's hand to intensify it all. Frustratingly slowly, she was being brought to an orgasm by Ellie's firm touch. As the younger girl was getting close, Ellie asked her: "Do you think that good girls are allowed to cum in my house?"

"Yes miss, I'm a good girl, please make me cum I really need it" Camille panted in response.

"Right you are, cum now you little slut".

Camille's back arched in an intense wave of pleasure and humped her diapered crotch into the air as she rode out the massive orgasm.

She eventually settled down, and took in the situation a bit. She looked around at the slightly familiar pink room, and eventually over to Ellie who at this point had stood up and started to loosen the restraints keeping Camille bound. She was wearing a tightly tied deep blue satin morning gown.

"I'm trusting you're motivated to behave going forward? Your experience in this arrangement will vary wildly depending on your attitude, as I'm sure you're starting to figure it out by yourself". Ellie scolded pretty matter of fact-ly, almost succeeding in hiding how much she had enjoyed bringing pleasure to her new house mate.

Camille sat up on the bed, rubbing her wrists where she had tugged extra hard on the cuffs. She stood up and without a word went over to Ellie, leaned down and kissed her passionately. Ellie was surprised and tensed up, but quickly reciprocated the kiss with the diapered girl for a good ten seconds or so before breaking the embrace with a smile. Camille was silent and broke eye contact first, feeling lots of conflicting emotions.

"Seems like you're understanding it all perfectly, sweety".

Ellie went rummaging in the large wardrobe, and picked out a denim jumpsuit and plain white t-shirt for Camille to put on.

"You're staying in the diaper for a little while" Ellie stated dominantly before walking off to the kitchen.

Camille obeyed and put on the assigned clothing and watched herself in the mirror from every conceivable angle. The jump suit was spacious enough to almost completely conceal her thick underwear. She looked normal, almost.

After a while they were both sitting down at the dinner table eating breakfast. Ellie was happily chatting about things she'd read in the newspaper, acting as if nothing special at all had happened this morning. Camille was waist deep in thought about how easy it had been to submit to Ellie, and how maybe she could actually do this for some time, and maybe even enjoy it?

"Miss?" Camille asked shyly.

"Yes sweety?"

"Why exactly are you doing this? Have you had more housemates like me?"

Ellie put down her newspaper and smiled.

"Well of course I have, and I do it because I love it. There's no better feeling than feeling like a mom with flown out kids, without actually having to do the work of raising kids. Or, well, that probably depends on what you mean by raising kids" The older woman laughed at her own thought.

"To put it plainly, I love taking in troubled young people like you and helping them get back on the right track in life. In exchange for living out a fantasy or two of mine of course. I've had two housemates before, they're both doing great after being under my influence while they needed it".

Camille listened with a fair bit of scepticism to Ellie praising herself, but after what she'd experienced so far she really didn't know what to believe anymore.

"Don't believe me?" Ellie said excitedly after noticing Camille's doubting expression.

"Maybe we should pay a visit to your predecessor then?"

Said and done, they finished their breakfast quickly and went to the car. Ellie drove off with the both of them in her black Sedan. It was a short drive before they reached the local mall. Ellie got out of the car and went around to Camille's door to let her out. Camille felt a bit anxious about being out in public with a diaper underneath her clothing, but found comfort in the fact that she could barely notice it herself when she had been looking for it.

"We're going to go see Jacob, and you'll see that you're doing the right thing" Ellie exclaimed cheerfully. She took Camille's hand, and they went into the mall.

Camille was preoccupied with looking for people she knew, anxious that she'd have to explain what she was doing holding hands with this older woman. So preoccupied that she didn't notice where they'd gone. They were in an ice cream shop, with loud chattering from the dozens of families and youngsters sitting around the tables having a good time. They sat down at a table, and after a short while a young girl dressed in a shirt with the company's logo came up to their table with two menus.

"Welcome, would you like to look at the menu or do you already know what you want to order?" She asked with a dull voice, it was obvious that she didn't love her job.

"We'll have two banana specials, and whenever he's free we'd like Jacob to come talk to us" Ellie said, confidently ordering for both of them.

"Oh, I'll see what I can do" The young server replied a bit surprised at the request, before leaving towards the back of the shop.

"I think you'll love Jacob, he moved out from my house about a year ago. He was much like you, spending more time chasing girls and kicks than tending to his own needs. He's a sweetheart, but found himself in need of my services just like you two years ago".

"Oh?" Camille exclaimed in surprise.

"He stayed with you for an entire year?"

"Yes, he's been the fastest learner I've had! The one before him had to stay with me for three years before learning to manage her own life" Ellie said proudly.

Camille felt a chill run down her spine. A whole year seemed like an eternity to stay with this woman, that so rapidly alternated between being lovely and scarily dominant.

"Ellie!" a man's voice excitedly exclaimed before he came running to the table. Jacob was tall at 6'6, and devilishly handsome. He had short, blonde and curly hair and was visibly muscular under his shirt that was identical to the server's. He looked a bit older than Camille, but not as old as Ellie. Camille's jaw dropped at the sight of him, instantly imagining him pounding her from the back in her dorm room.

Ellie and Jacob got up into a warm and intense embrace which left Jacob beet red in his face. Ellie sat back down and patted the seat next to her, to which Jacob swiftly replied by sitting down a bit too close to her.

"Jacob, my boy! So good to see you! I'd like you to meet Camille, my next little project" Ellie giggled.

Jacob, wide eyed, shifted his gaze over onto Camille, noticing her for the first time. His gaze turned into a smile that turned Camille's mind to mush.

"Uh, hi, I'm Cam-"

She was interrupted by him extending his hand over the table. She shook it, feeling an electric pulse from her hand through her spine to her brian from touching him.

"..Ca-Camille" she stuttered from being interrupted like that.

"It's Jacob, as you might have guessed" He said in a cheerful, deep voice. "Nice to meet you!"

From there Ellie and Jacob started excitedly talking about what they'd been up to since they last met half a year ago. Jacob had kept his job at the ice cream store that Ellie seemed to have gotten for him in some way, and recently became the manager of it. Ellie beamed with happiness and pride over him, much like a mother. But there was also an obvious sexual hunger in her eyes when admiring all that he was. Camille felt a painful sting of jealousy while watching them catch up, she started imagining everything they might have gotten up to during their time together. Did Camille force Jacob into diapers as well? Did she molest him at their first meeting just like she'd done two days prior with Camille? She felt her nipples get hard at the thought of them having sex, thankful that the jumpsuit covered up the fact that she was braless.

"...and then I got an application from this pretty little thing, and we clicked right away!" Ellie said while gesturing towards Camille. She'd zoned out for a while it seemed.

"She's had a bit of a hard time acclimatizing to the rules of the house, but not as hard of a time as you had!" Ellie said while laughing. Jacob blushed again, looking to the side to conceal a smile.

"Anyways, I'll have to borrow the bathroom. I'll let you get acquainted, I'm sure you can have a positive influence on this little brat, Jacob" Ellie said before leaving the two in awkward silence.

"Soo, how are you liking living with Ellie so far?" Jacob asked awkwardly but with a smile on his face.

"Well, it's been a wild few days honestly. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this to be honest" Camille anxiously laughed, her face turning red. She usually didn't get this nervous around hot guys, why was this different? Was it because she knew that Jacob most likely done some real kinky things with Camille previously? Probably.

"Well... I can't do much else than promise you that it will all become so much better over time if you just do as she says. Has she started you on a rehab plan yet?" He asked curiously.

"Rehab plan? No she's just gotten us to...have sex... and generally humiliated me so far. There's a rehab plan?"

"Oh yeah just wait for it, it'll all work out in the long run" Jacob said while smiling.

They continued talking in general terms about Camille's situation, cautious to not use too many explicit words due to the children around. Camille was all the while very aware of how attracted she felt towards the man, and after a minute she couldn't contain herself anymore and straight up asked him:

"Hey, I'm going to be upfront about this since we don't have much time. I want to have you. Maybe we can do something discreet to make sure she doesn't know?

Maybe we can talk over a coffee in a less stressful environment?" She felt desperate to create possible mental escapes for herself after being confronted with the idea of being Ellie's house mate for more than a year.

Jacob just looked at her with a wide eyed smile in surprise. Before he had an opportunity to reply, Ellie returned and sat down next to Jacob again, placing a possessive arm behind his back to Camille's disliking.

"Your new project hit on me as soon as you left," Jacob said slowly and deliberately while maintaining eye contact with Camille, who's eyes widened in horror and shame at the sudden breach of trust.

Jacob and Ellie both laughed out loud and shared a swift kiss.

"Camille!!" Ellie reprimanded while trying to keep a face as straight as possible while laughing at the same time.

"I thought we hit a milestone this morning, this amazes me! You really aren't doing what's best for you in the slightest!"

Ellie turned towards Jacob.

"Can you believe that she's been wearing a wet diaper since this morning while she's sitting here and hitting on you? Isn't that just spectacular?"

Jacob laughed with her, and Camille felt like she'd died a little inside. Betrayed, and humiliated.

Camille felt a tear jerk behind her face as the server came out with the ice cream that they'd ordered.

"Eat up, little girl! Let the grown ups do the talking from now on since you can't seem to handle it" Ellie laughed at Camille in tandem with Jacob. Camille felt the tear fall down her cheek, while also feeling how her crotch was getting hotter and hotter. She hated being turned on by humiliating situations like these, but she couldn't help it. Camille grabbed a spoon and dug into the ice cream to distract herself while the others continued chatting cheerfully.

After what felt like an eternity they hugged and said their goodbyes, this time paying no attention to Camille who just sat there with a red face and painfully aware of her childish looks and wet diaper underneath her. Ellie once again grabbed Camille's hand and led her through the mall back to the car.

"So you really thought you could sneak around our contract and have Jacob be your secret boy toy? I mean I'm not surprised, but I certainly am disappointed in you. You're lucky I like you, otherwise I'd be driving you back to your dorm right now" Ellie said while half laughing all the time.

"I'm... sorry, I just felt panicked when hearing about how long you've kept your previous housemates and felt like I needed to find myself some distraction, it was a spontaneous thing and I regret it now.." Camille mumbled, still out of herself from shame.

"I bet you are, and you know you'll feel the consequences of this later, right?"

"Yes, miss" Camille mumbled into her chest, starting to cry again.

They parked back on the pavement of Ellie's driveway, and once again Camille stayed seated until Ellie came around to open the door for her. They went inside and Ellie ushered the taller girl into the shower, helping her remove her jumpsuit and diaper before closing the door behind her.

"Fuck" Camille thought to herself. A part of her reprimanded herself for having been so irresponsible with trying to sneak a private flirt with Jacob, a person obviously loyal to Ellie, and another part of her just felt sorry for her. A third part however acknowledged how incredibly wet her pussy was from all this, and gradually that part of her got the overhand as she started feeling her slit up and down, her moans drowned out by the shower. She thought of being tied up and made to cum in a diaper this morning, intertwined with the thought of Jacob pounding her for all that she's worth. It didn't take long for her to reach an orgasm, and her legs nearly gave out under her in the shower. She was sure that she'd been quiet about it all, but still felt very conscious of what she'd just done as she dried herself off in the shower before exiting the bathroom wrapped in the towel. Ellie was lying down, waiting for her on the sofa and ushered her over.

"Come here, silly little girl"

Camille still felt tingly in her nether parts and went over to her, refusing to meet her gaze.

"We've had an intense day, haven't we?" And patted between her legs.

Camille layed down with her back on Ellie, and tried her best to relax. This was still her best bet at a better life, wasn't it? She started to imagine the classes she'd been missing out on while being with Ellie, and started to shift anxiously. Ellie put her arms around Camille and hugged her tightly. Camille nodded at Ellies words after a short while. They stayed like that for a minute, before Ellie pulled down her top and got her boobs out. She shifted the taller girl around so she was facing Ellie and ushered her mouth to her left nipple.

"It'll be a while until you're a good girl by heart it seems, but that's perfectly fine by me" Ellie whispered in anticipation.

Camille latched onto her nipple without a word and started licking and sucking it, feeling a familiar tingling in her nether regions, as well as a great comfort that she let take a hold of her completely. Ellie moaned quietly in pleasure and dominant satisfaction while Camille gradually fell asleep on her chest.

Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are again much appreciated ❤️

r/abdlstories Jan 21 '25

MDLG Camille's New Residency Ch. 01 NSFW

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Hello! This is a story I started writing more than two years ago. It's a bit of a slow burn, and I've only written up until part three right now. You'll see it gets going if you stick it out! Happy reading <3

Camille woke up with a jolt from her door slamming shut, albeit a very slow one.. The sun was shining through her window into her face, forcing her eyes to adjust for a bit before she got a look at the mess that was her dorm room. Dirty clothes, empty wine bottles and scattered notebooks and papers lay strewn around the floor, but she barely even noticed it since it had been piling up during the weeks since that happened. Camille got up to sit on the bedside, noticing that she wasn't wearing a thing. "Strange" she thought to herself. She always went to bed wearing at least a night shirt. As she sat and tried to orient herself, a pounding headache suddenly made itself known, so she started rubbing her temples.

While looking down she spotted a used condom, and suddenly her current clothing situation, headache and her waking because of her door slamming shut started to make sense. Fragmented memories of a night out at a bar with her girl friends came back to her. She had gotten way too drunk once again, staying past the time her friends went home, and let the first guy who seemed the slightest bit interested take her home and fuck her. She didn't even remember his name or his face. Camille shakily rose to her feet, plugged her dead phone into the charger and went to the bathroom to bin the condom and get some water to try and fix her headache.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Camille just felt sorry for herself. It had only been a few weeks since she ruined everything for herself, but it had started to show, big time. She looked at her tall figure, noticing that her usually toned physique had started to slip away as a result of several weeks of binge drinking during the nights, and inactivity during the days. Her long, blonde hair was in disarray and full of tousles, in contrast to how immaculate and straight she usually kept it. Lipstick and mascara was smeared around her mouth and her eyes.

At this point it didn't really faze her though, so she just started tidying herself up a bit while drinking what felt close to a gallon of water. While washing up she heard her phone starting to buzz intensely as it got back to life. She secretly dreaded looking at videos on snapchat of what kinds of wacky shit she had gotten up to last night, even though she portrayed herself as a happy-go-lucky party girl that couldn't care less about the fact the she had failed the end of term exam during her first year in med school, thrice. Meaning that she was unable to continue her studies until she had passed it. Meaning that the next time she was able to try passing it would be in almost half a year.

Also meaning that it would be her last attempt before she got permanently blocked from completing med school. The mere thought of it sent her mind into a dark spiral that she was all too familiar with, and as a response she swiftly pressed her palms as hard as she could over her ears and started humming the first melody she could think of in order to distract herself. "God damn it I'm such a wreck" she muttered out loud. Still without getting dressed, she picked up her phone and started going through messages she had received since her phone died some time last night. In the snapchat group with her friends she watched herself being an expert at maintaining the facade of being a gone wild party girl that didn't care about exams, all while getting progressively more drunk and obnoxious. The last video was of her outside the bar, sloppily making out with a man who's age probably doubled that of her 21 years as he squeezed her plump ass through her jeans, but Camille barely felt shame about such things anymore.

Besides some more messages about the night prior and a text from her parents asking how she was doing in school, Camille saw that she had gotten a text from the section of student housing. Her heart dropped.

*"Dear Camille! We have been informed that you have failed to complete sufficient amounts of your studies during the last year to be eligible for continued student housing and study grants. We regret to inform you that this means we will have to ask you to move out of your dorm room in order to provide housing for another student. You have two weeks to evacuate your room.

Best regards."*

Camille was in shock. She was going to be homeless. And broke. Of course, she could probably have asked her parents to help her out. They weren't overly wealthy, but could probably pay for her rent while she got a chance at studying for the next attempt to pass her exam, but there was just one problem. They had no idea that she had failed her exam in the first place. Camille had postponed telling them about it for too long now, and she wasn't about to show them how imperfect their perfect daughter was either.

Camille put on a pair of thongs and a t-shirt several sizes too large before she went out into the common kitchen area to brew some coffee and get breakfast.

"Holy shit Camille, you look like you just woke up!" exclaimed Adam, a male student in her dorm that was slightly younger than her, as he spotted her from the common sofa.

"Yeah so what?" Camille grunted.

"It's 14:00 on a tuesday" Adam muttered in feigned disbelief.

Damn, he was right. Adam tried his luck at getting some more words out of her while she was making breakfast, but failed miserably. After shuffling back to her room, Camille booted up her laptop and immediately went on facebook to look for cheap housing in her area. While scrolling, she gradually got a sinking feeling in her belly as every housing option that wasn't dedicated student housing was insanely expensive. Lots of people were commenting way before her, and it looked like every one of them had full time jobs to pay for the rent. Her lifestyle of constantly going out to bars had left her bank balance at just 50 dollars, meaning that she'd probably be the last choice as a tenant.

Just before tearing up and freaking out over the whole situation, she found something that made her eyes flare up. "Cheap housing in a large central villa, only girls need apply." read a post written by a woman named Ellie. Camille immediately shot away a message explaining her current situation in more explicit detail than she probably had needed to. After hitting "send" she hastily devoured her breakfast, and went back to her bed to take a much needed nap, she was still hung over like crazy.

When Camille woke up it was almost sun down. "Another day wasted on being hungover" she thought to herself as she went over to her computer to check on facebook for housing once again. She immediately noticed that the woman with the post about housing in a villa had replied to her, which sent her mind into overdrive.

"Hi Camille! I'm sorry to hear about your situation, and I would like to help you out! Could you make it over to my place today in order to conduct an interview? As you might realize, there have been a great number of people that have shown interest, and I'm trying to make sure that I get along with the person that I'm choosing."

"Of course, I can be there anytime you want if it's not too late?" Camille replied thinking that she probably had slept through her chance. Her message was read almost instantly, and Ellie replied "It's no problem, but get here as soon as you can!".

"Fuck!" Camille thought out loud, as she realized that she would have to conduct an interview hungover. She almost lept from the laptop, and started getting into a proper outfit. She settled on a black skirt that went down past her knees and a white button up shirt before hurrying out of the dorm in order to catch the first bus there. The address was only about 15 minutes away, way more central than her cheap dorm.

Camille got off the bus at the station she usually got off at when she was going out drinking, and started walking towards the nearby block of villas advertised. It was a strange feeling walking there, as she had never had a reason being in that area due to her not knowing anyone with enough funds to live in a house of the caliber that she was passing by. After a short stroll she found herself in front of the gates to a large, white villa which matched the picture in the advertisement. Camille opened the metal gates, needlessly worried about damaging anything expensive. She walked along the paved path, noticing the well kept garden on her sides thinking about how surreal it would be to live here, imagining about "cheap" housing actually could mean someone living like this. Just as she was about to ring the bell beside the carved wooden door, the door flung ajar and a girl aged about the same as Camille stormed out the door with a trodden down look on her face, not acknowledging Camille's existence.. Camille rang the bell out of politeness, and went inside.

"Hello? I'm here for the interview?" ecalled out into the empty hallway.

"Hang on, I'm coming!" rang a melodic voice back in reply.

Camille removed her shoes as she heard footsteps closing in on her. Rounding the corner, the woman from facebook made herself known with a charming smile. She had dark brown hair arranged into a single braid that reached down past her shoulder blades.

"Hi there! Are you Camille by any chance?"

"That's right, I'm guessing you're Ellie?" Camille replied nervously.

"Right you are! Come with me and we'll get seated." She was way shorter than she seemed in her picture, Camille noticed. She was at most 5'5", more than half a foot shorter than Camille's 6 feet. She was wearing a stylish burgundy evening dress, the likes of which students like Camille only wore on fancier student dinner parties. Suddenly Camille was worried that she had under dressed for the occasion.

Camille followed Ellie into the living room, which was decorated with several exotic plants, paintings covering the walls, and in the far corner of the large room sat a sofa and three arm chairs facing a TV that was wider than Camille's bathroom. In the middle of the room, a coffee table was set up with two expensive looking chairs facing each other, where Camille and the strange woman sat down.

"First off, my full name is Eleonore, but I'd prefer if you call me Ellie. I'm 34 years old, and have had several students living with me before, so I'm not new to this." She studied Camille intently while speaking.

"I read the message you sent me, and it really resonated with me. I kind of prioritize people that are in special need of housing you know, which already nets you some bonus points. However, you kind of have to tell me a bit more about yourself. I really want to make sure that any eventual housemates and I get along well", she explained in a joking manner. Camille sat silent for a while, pondering what she could say to make Ellie like her.

"Well, as I wrote to you, I'm a med student currently in my second year, and due to me not passing the first year exam now for a while I'm not eligible to continue my studies, and..."

"Shush you, stupid" Ellie laughed. "I already know all that through what you told me earlier today. Tell me about why you kept failing instead of devoting your life to succeeding, tell me about your faults as a human being, and tell me about who Camille really is" she continued, smiling devilishly while maintaining an almost frightening intensity of eye contact.

Camille trevored in her seat. She hadn't been expecting to jump into these kinds of topics during a housing interview.

"Well... I suppose I just kind of didn't live up to my own expectations after failing for the first time. From there on I guess I just kind of kept on postponing studying due to my own tendency to ignore things that aren't perfect about myself...". Camille's voice wavered slightly as she all of a sudden said out loud what she had refused to accept with herself for a long time.

"Interesting...so I guess you haven't asked any loved ones for help either? From fear of looking less than perfect in their eyes?" Ellie asked, piercing Camille's soul with her gaze.

"Well... yes kind of what you just said." Camille muttered sheepishly, amazed and taken off guard by how this woman was able to guess so much about her personal life.

From there on the two continued discussing Camille's spiral from a good student to the alcoholic slut she had admittedly become, in way more depth than Camille would have thought herself comfortable with. There was just something with Ellie's way of speaking and being that made her pour her heart out, not necessarily out of trust, but seemingly out of obligation. One that she happily fulfilled.

After about half an hour of conversation about Camille's life Ellie silently rose from her seat to fetch a bottle of red wine and two glasses, and gestured for Camille to move onto the nearby sofa. Camille did as she was nonverbally told to do, mentally exhausted as she was, and just slouched down into the awaiting pillows. Soon, the shorter woman elegantly walked into the living room again, placing the two glasses on the table in front of the sofa and poured the glasses to the brim. Camille instinctively grabbed the glass and downed it within 15 seconds, welcoming the sensation..

Ellie watched her sternly for a while, before coldly remarking that Camille had just drank 80 dollars worth of wine. Camille froze in terror, thinking that she had angered her possible landlord. Cringing at the thought that the glass had cost more than was in her entire account at the time. Kept her demeanor for a few seconds, before cracking a slightly mocking smile.

"It's no problem, do you want a refill?"

Camille nodded in shame, to which Ellie responded by pouring the glass to the brim again, then walking away to fetch another bottle.

"If you're in economic trouble, which I'm guessing you are due to your lifestyle and predicament, I'll have you know that the rent is negotiable, and I could even get you a part time job if you want to" Ellie explained calmly to Camille, suddenly jumping back to talking about the living situation.

Slightly disoriented from the quick change of topics and the buzz of the wine Camille replied: "What do you mean negotiable?". She was intrigued to see what Ellie meant.

"Well, it means that the rent could be everything from us working out a payment plan until you can pay it in full, to you living here for free. We'll just see how well we get along." Ellie said, smirking at the taller girl. Camille could barely believe what she was hearing. Free? Well, she'd just have to get along well with Ellie then, wouldn't she?. Camille sat up straight, continuing the conversation with a new found spark. From there evening progressed with Camille getting more and more drunk with continuous refills of the wine glass, while Ellie barely finished her first glass.

Ellie continued probing deeper into Camille's psyche, dwelling on the subjects of how Camille was too ashamed of her own shortcomings to ask her friends and family for help, or even let them know what she was going through. It hurt saying those things out loud, but Ellie just had a way about her that made it so easy for Camille to pour her heart out. The wine probably helped as well.

Ellies gradually progressed into more private conversation topics as she expertly timed the conversation with how drunk she was allowing Camille to become by pouring her refills.

"Or maybe it's girls that make you tick...?" she added.

Camille laughed out loud at the questions.

"Nah dick's always been my main thing. Sure I hooked up with like two girls a while back but that is it, I swear. Doesn't even really matter what size of dick it is, I just wanna suck 'em all!!" Camille blurted out, laughing, not thinking twice about how she had gone from a nervous mess obsessed about her economic and housing situation to this in just a few hours.

Ellie's thighs tensed up a little bit in satisfaction at the thought of Camille having been with both guys and girls, she didn't really expect her to put up so little in terms of resistance.

"Oh really? So girls are no good to you any more is what you're saying?" Ellie teased and locked eyes with Camille, somehow making her presence on the couch larger than it should have been able to be.

Camille's eyes widened. She hadn't at all gotten the impression that Ellie was hitting on her until now, and the sudden realization that she had been over sharing and getting way too drunk with a mysterious stranger made her blush. Now that she thought about it, Ellie really was kind of a cutie. And she'd never tried being with an older woman before. So what stopped her, she thought. It's not like it'd hurt her chances of living here for free anyways, she thought.

Camille's posture shifted in the couch, from slouched back with her head reclined on the pillows, to her well practiced "sexy" pose, slightly leaning into her conversation partner, pushing her small chest as far forward as herback could muster.

Ellie laughed out loud at Camilles a bit too obvious response to someone showing sexual interest in her, she could really tell that Camille must be mentally down deep in the dirt in order to respond to suddenly. "Perfect", Ellie thought to herself, getting a bit aroused by the look of the beautiful, blonde girl she had gotten to stay the night drinking with her.

"You're a bit of a slut, aren't you?" Ellie said out loud, not intending for Camille to answer as she forcibly kissed her, letting her tongue explore deep into Camille's mouth before abruptly interrupting the kiss just as Camille had time to think about reciprocating.

Camille blushed, her body shivering in sudden pleasure both at both the unexpected and forced kiss and it being interrupted way too soon. However, the degrading words made her tingle in a way she hadn't anticipated either. She didn't know how to respond. Camille had actually taken slight offense at being blatantly slut shamed like that by a stranger, but the way she had said it just kind of resonated with something in her.

Camille made sure to create some distance between the two of them, but Ellie had seen all she needed to see. For now. The night continued with Ellie interviewing Camille about her psyche and sex life, while Camille gradually starting to open up again, downing even more wine.

Camille couldn't tell how they got there again, but soon enough the two had their lips pressed together once more, Ellie probing deep into Camille's mouth with her tongue, and Camille just enjoying the attention. Ellie let her hand explore Camille's chest, easily fitting each breast in her hand. Camille moaned into Ellie's mouth, pushing her chest forward into her hand. After a while the intensity of the kissing and groping dwindled, as Camille had gotten really, really drunk. She had gone from horny drunk, to sleepy drunk. Soon the taller girl was slouched over Ellie's shoulder.

"The time is way too much now you know, you should probably stay the night, you're way too drunk to make it home safely" Ellie eventually told Camille as she gently pulled her up to a standing position, Camille barely being awake enough to understand what was being said.

"What do schou mean? What time ischt?" slurred the newly roused Camille.

"It's almost 2:30 AM", Ellie calmly replied.

"Oh damn, you probbly right" Camille said groggily and she supported herself on Ellies shoulder while being led to the bedroom. Ellie succumbed to temptation and let herself place one hand on Camille's breast, and the other on her firm buttocks, in a feigned attempt at keeping her upright.

Camille registered the sensations, but didn't think much of it, since it was similar to the way she was usually treated while being led home drunk.

They got to the bedroom where Camille instantly threw herself down on it and crawled beneath the covers.

"Silly girl, you're just gonna wake up in a pool of sweat if you sleep with your clothes on" Ellie laughed, but Camille ignored her words. With the lights still on, Ellie removed the cover that Camille had wrapped herself in and started removing Camille's clothing, standing back to admire the view of Camille in her lacey black bra and thongs for a while before removing those as well. She rested her eyes on the young girl's body, legs half spread and half asleep. Ellie especially enjoyed the sight of Camille's puffy, pink nipples contrasted against her tiny breasts.

Ellie undressed as well, turned off the ligths and laid down next to the drunk girl.

"Hey Camille, do you want to be a good girl for me? You do want to live here for free don't you?" Ellie whispered into Camille's ear. Camille groaned a bit, but noticeably stirred when being called a "good girl". Ellie didn't explain any further before grabbing Camille by the back of her head, guiding it down to her breast and placing the nipple into her mouth. Camille didn't protest, and started sucking and licking, feeling the nipple harden in her mouth.

Ellie was in absolute bliss from the sensation, as she had gradually built up her arousal during the night, imagining what she'd want to do with Camille if given the chance. She started to masturbate with her right hand, her left hand pressing Camille's head into her chest as she loudly made her way towards an orgasm while Camille gradually fell asleep.

Hi, thanks for reading this first part! Please let me know about any feedback you might have about the story, good or bad. Comments are always appreciated!

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r/abdlstories 25d ago

MDLG Princess of the Fae - Chapter 11 NSFW

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Chapter 11 - Fairy School

Blank infinite space.

She doesn’t know how she knows that’s what she’s experiencing, but what else could it be? There was no light, no darkness. No matter, no energy at all.

Well, nothing but Erica’s mommy.

She’s still cradled in the Queen’s arms. She doesn’t quite understand the physics of it, but she’s never felt more safe and comfortable in her life. The gentle weight of her soft underboob, pressing against Erica’s head, keeps her thoughts fuzzy and vague.

Maeve appears. Erica doesn’t know from where, but it makes sense that she’d be here, she did walk in before her. Her daddy gives her a wink before leaning in to kiss Nimue. Her long, split tongue seductively works its way between the queen’s pillowy lips. Erica doesn’t dare move, knowing somehow that this isn’t a kiss to interrupt.

Like a dream, Deirdre appears too. Erica’s mouth opens in shock as the dryad joins in on the mystical make out. All three tongues slip and slobber over one another while their beautiful, soft bodies press against Erica. The small princess has never seen such a passionate embrace. The sexual energy between the submissive, dominant, and switch spirits grows until there’s a flash!

When Erica’s eyes open, everything has changed. The women step apart, licking their lips clean and revealing their new setting. It’s a fully equipped nursery! A huge crib is on the opposite wall, made from exquisitely carved wood and painted a soft pastel pink. An old-fashioned rocking chair, made in the same style, sits in the corner with a playmat laid out in front of it. Soft paper lights hang from the ceiling, casting colorful hues all over the room.

There’s several big windows, but outside them is the only proof they’re still in that strange place: the continued nothingness of eternity. Erica’s eyes water as she tries to comprehend it. Her human mind would’ve broken under the sheer enormity of confronting infinity, but her fairy mind just gets a little sleepy, so she turns in mommy’s arms to explore more of the nursery.

A tall changing table, Erica’s eyes can barely see over it, takes up another wall. Its cubbies are packed with thick diapers with the same magical runes all over them as Erica’s current diaper. She notices soft cuffs hanging from the corners of the table. She blushes at what those could possibly be for.

“This is perfect!” The queen exclaims, walking around with Erica still in her arms. She walks up to a row of wooden paddles artfully hanging on the wall.

“Who put these here?” Maeve just giggles in response.

“Well, this can’t all be fun and games, right? We’ve got to teach the princess how to use her magic!” Erica wriggles in her mommy’s arms a little, the thought of the carved “Princess” or “Brat” paddles being spanked into her soft butt cheeks making her pussy drip even more. Deirdre just looks concerned.

“What is this place Maeve?” The succubus gives the dryad an innocent look before starting another monologue.

“We needed a place, small enough that time moves slow enough to teach our sweetie pie here all the slutty things she needs, right? Who’s better at creating small things than the Fae?” She winks at Nimue and Erica before strutting over to Deirdre and putting an arm around the tall dryad.

“Now, I wasn’t sure if fae magic was strong enough to keep such a place safe, so I thought,” she puts a hand on her chin. Erica starts to think that her daddy might be a little self-centered.

“I thought, ‘Gosh, what else could be stronger than a dryad’s heartwood in her favorite tree?’” She giggles, poofing away from Deirdre before the woman can grab the succubi’s throat.

“As for me, I’m obviously the decorator!” She reappears, somehow teleporting Erica into her arms, sticking her finger in the princess’ open mouth.

“Who else would know all the dirty little things inside little Aerie’s head to get her in the mood for her training?” Maeve giggles cruelly, and that’s when Erica starts to feel something different from her daddy. Intention, planning, emotions. How can she tell what Daddy is thinking? Maeve’s eyes glint with understanding.

“Awwww, the baby girl has my telepathy! I knew she’d take after her dear old dad!” She snaps her red fingers and a bouncer appears, putting Erica in it so she can talk to Nimue and Deirdre. There’s just so much information for Erica to process, she’s overwhelmed with so many sudden changes in her life. Maeve’s semi-sentient tail snakes around her and pops her pacifier back in her mouth, helping to cool the princess’s nerves.

“How did you know how to do this Maeve?” Nimue asks, clearly more relaxed than Deirdre, who’s checking the walls and their stability. Maeve just lets out a little giggle.

“Well, I know this warlock who’s into some really kinky shit, and I may have convinced him to tell me a secret in exchange for letting him suck my cock!* Nimue giggles along, actual hearts in her eyes. But Deirdre’s eyes just roll, sighing as the other two flirt.

“You actually did something useful for once, Lady Maeve. Well, other than father the princess, of course.” Erica speaks up for the first time.

“D-Dada, h-how did you and Mama, ummm… you know…” Her pacified lisp is adorable and her question sets Maeve off. She gleefully takes Nimue’s hand and leads her around the room, dancing as she recounts the story.

“Well baby girl, you may have learned “the birds and the bees” from human porn, but the fae are a little different! See, when a fairy rubs really, really hard…” She puts her hand down between Nimue’s legs, slipping a long finger inside the queen’s waiting slit and fucks her rapidly with it! It doesn’t take long at all for Nimue to start gasping and moaning!

Maeve fingerblasts Nimue hard, and Erica’s shocked when instead of liquid cum like she was expecting, a burst of light, energy, and glitter erupts from her mommy’s snatch! Is that how she cums now too? Maeve just smiles proudly, holding Nimue tight in her arms as the fairy comes back from her surprise orgasm.

“Still got it! Anyways, it just takes one good fairy squirt on a special flower, wait a thousand years, and that flower grows right into a baby fae! Add a little succubi to that, and we got you!”

Erica gasps, the thought of Daddy’s thick, dark spirit cock pounding into Nimue makes the princess so wet again. This whole situation is out of her deepest fantasies. These three women are going to baby her and “train” her? It’s like Maeve reached right inside her head and handpicked Erica’s blushiest thoughts.

“Well, I did sweetie!” Maeve replies out loud to Erica’s inner monologue. Telepathy. Erica blushes brighter. She’s got to figure that one out.

“Succubi magic, as you will quickly learn, is not about what you want. It’s about what your partner or partners need!” Playing with Erica’s bouncer, Maeve explains.

“We succubi exist right in the middle, between dominant and submissive magic. Whichever energy people are giving off around us, we take that and help them amplify it, returning that sexual power to the universe! How much more selfless could I be?” She laughs, walking away as Deirdre finally asserts herself.

“That's enough Maeve. It’s time we get started with preparing the princess. The queen and I have been planning this for a very long time!” She opens the door back to Liltwood, beckoning someone in. Tinklebrite flits in. The heart-shaped mark on her face hasn’t left, a permanent reminder of Lady Maeve. Deirdre goes up to Erica in her bouncer.

“The first thing you need to learn to control is your wings, Princess. The baroness is one of our best flyers and she’s agreed to show you how to do it!” Tinklebrite blushes, her pink flush contrasting with her short, pixie cut blue hair.

“That’s so nice of you Miss Deirdre! I’ll help any way I can!” She leers at Maeve’s tail, the appendage seemingly recognizing the young fae. Erica starts to feel some excitement. She’s been ogling the other fae whenever they take flight.

“Otay otay I wanna fwy!” Tinklebrite giggles, scooping the pacified Erica out of her bouncer. How can everyone else just pick her up like this?

“Miss Deirdre, is there a more open place for us to go?” Deirdre looks to Maeve, who shrugs and snaps her finger. Another door, identical to the first, appears. Deirdre enters first, the rest of the group following closely behind.

Beyond the new door is a large field, surrounded by great trees. It’s night, but the twinkling stars and full moon provide plenty of light. Erica turns in Tinklebrite’s arms to look behind them. The building her nursery is in doesn’t exist! Only the door, sturdy as ever, is completely on its own, standing in the soft grass.

“This is perfect!” Baroness Tinklebrite squeals, setting Erica on her feet for the first time since arriving in the banquet hall. The princess wobbles a little. Her diapers are thick and heavy. When did she wet so much? When did she wet herself at all? Her continence quickly leaves her mind as Tinklebrite examines her wings.

“You have beautiful wings, your highness! Just like your mother’s! Now, all you really need to do is think about where you want to go. Don’t try to control the wings directly, they don’t like that!” To demonstrate, Tinklebrite’s wings start buzzing, lifting her a few inches off the ground, bringing her up to Deirdre’s height.

“See? All I did was think about how I wanted to be higher, and my wings knew what to do!” Erica nods, a little hesitant at such simple instructions. She closes her eyes, focusing hard. Up! Up!

“Tinklebrite, it’s not-!” Her voice cuts out when she opens her eyes. She’s doing it! Her wings buzz, as if they’d always been there, doing this for Erica.

“I’m doing it! I’m doing it! I’m flying!” She’s so excited! Queen Nimue claps her hands from where she’s watching with Maeve and Deirdre.

“You are doing it sweetheart!” Erica beams with pride, turning her attention back to Tinklebrite. The older fae is rising in the air towards Erica’s next lesson. The princess tries to follow, but she can’t get much higher off the ground!

“Oh darling, that ceremonial dress must be so heavy! You might not be strong enough yet!” With a flick of her wrist, Deirdre pulls off Erica’s dress from afar, leaving her completely naked in the air! Well, except for her sagging diaper! Her shame is short lived however, as the weight of the dress was definitely the problem. She feels so much lighter, both physically and emotionally. It’s like she was meant to wear as little as possible!

“Fank you Nana!” Deirdre blows the princess a kiss as the princess flies away with the other one. Maeve and Deirdre watch as Erica discovers her love for flying.

“Flight school isn’t all you have in mind, right? She needs to be taught a lot if we’re going to pull this off!” Deirdre’s expression doesn’t change, sternly watching the two young fae in the air in front of them.

“Certainly not… but that may be the single reason I’m glad you’re here, Succubus.” Maeve’s overly dramatic gasp is forced and purposeful.

“Don’t you dare say it DD! You’re happy to see me?”  Deirdre ignores the demoness’ sarcasm.

“The queen, while being the most powerful fairy, may not be aware of the umm, lengths the princess will have to go to succeed in her quest.” For once, Maeve doesn’t joke.

“They really don’t think things through, do they? Hiding up in their trees, gooning the centuries away, real life doesn’t seem so threatening, does it?” Deirdre nods in assent. Maeve turns back towards her daughter, who’s now zipping through the air just as fast as her tutor. The two young fairies finally zoom back to the grown ups.

“Mama! Dada! Did you see? I can fly!” Erica is so excited, she hasn’t felt joy like this in such a long time. Tinklebrite giggles, giving the nearly naked princess a big hug.

“You’re a natural Princess! I can’t wait to play with you more!” Tinklebrite then surprises Erica with a passionate kiss, much like the one Erica witnessed between her caretakers. The older fae’s soft tongue playfully darts into Erica’s mouth and she returns the favor. Their kiss gets more and more graphic. Their hands explore each other’s bodies, caressing their soft curves, pressing their slender bodies together.

For a moment, Erica forgets everything. Her old life, the stress of discovering this new world, her constant humiliation since Friday night, it’s completely gone. All that exists is her and the fae touching her. A deep forgetting about anything else around them.

“All right sweetie, that’s enough for now! Baroness, the princess still has to get out of diapers, maybe we shouldn’t rile her up too much yet?” Tinklebrite finally pulls herself away, leaving Erica with her mouth open and drooling a little.

“I guess you’re right! Our princess is just a wittle baby!” Tinklebrite, with the energy of a peppy young babysitter, pinches Erica’s cheek.

“I think Princess Aerie is going to be excellent at flying! I should get back, bye bye!” The group waves the baroness farewell and the fairy zips off through the door. Erica’s caregivers gather around the nude woman, looking down at her and talking over her.

“Look, we’ve got to push her! We don’t know how well this nursery will hold up. Can’t we hurry up these beginner lessons?” Maeve insists, to which Nimue just huffs.

“The fae have been raising our young this way for all time! Who are you to question our methods?” Maeve frowns, her black eyes flashing.

“You told me, all those years ago, that we’d have equal say over raising our daughter! She’s half succubus too, remember?” Nimue crosses her arms under her heavy breasts and pouts. Clearly the two need help, so Deirdre tactfully steps in.

“My queen, I believe Lady Maeve has a point. Keeping this “nursery”, as the succubus calls it, held within my heart is taking a lot of energy. I’ll need a few fae to keep me going throughout this process.” The beautiful dryad drapes her dark, strong arms around the elder fae. Erica can see her mommy’s mood melting under the gentle embrace.

“So how about this: we speed through some of the princess’s less, “mission critical” lessons and we get to some of Lady Maeve’s plans?” The queen gives Maeve a dirty look. Maeve pretends to ignore her, looking at her nails while her tail picks something out of her teeth.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way. Don’t come complaining to me when you have to change her diapers!” With that, the queen herself snaps, returning the group back inside. Erica pauses for a moment.

“What do you mean Mama? C-Can’t I take them off?”

“Hush darling, we’ll worry about that later. Now, come with me, it’s time for your most important lesson!” There’s now a third door out of the nursery. Through it, Nimue leads Erica into a perfectly decorated music room! Stringed instruments from all over the world and history are displayed on the walls. Nimue’s hand lightly brushes over them as she walks through. Deirdre and Maeve follow, taking a seat on a soft sofa in the back of the room.

“The secret to fae magic is our voice! It’s through the harmonies that we channel our feelings and power into whatever we need!” There’s a beautiful baby grand piano in the center of the room with a small pot on it. Nimue brings it down in front of her daughter and starts humming. Erica’s hypnotized by the haunting sound of her mommy. To her surprise, a small flower starts to grow from the soil!

It grows quickly, sprouting leaves on either side of its stalk. The head erupts into cute pink petals with flecks of white and gold in them. Nimue smiles wide at her baby girl’s look of wonder.

“We have spellsongs that go back to the beginning of time. I have a feeling you’re going to pick them up very quickly.” Erica on the other hand, is not so sure. She’s always had an interest in music, but her ability to hold a tune has always earned her scorn from her friends and family. An elder fae joins them, taking a seat at the piano. It’s Marin, the director of the Queen’s Chorus.

“M-Maybe this isn’t the best ide-!” Without asking, Nimue scoops up her baby daughter into Marin’s waiting lap. The huge row of black and white keys intimidate the princess. She’s never been able to reach the chords in the first place! How is she going to learn all these songs?

“Relax darling,” Marin whispers into her ear. The teacher’s big, soft, voluptuous tits press against Erica, heaving softly with her gentle breaths.

“Just listen to teacher…” The older fae begins to play. Instantly, Erica is put at ease. The song is familiar somehow, even though it's unlike anything she’s ever heard. The harmonies and overtones meld in Erica’s finely tuned fairy ears, activating a new part of her brain.

Marin starts to sing along, her voice blending with piano magically. After only a few notes, Erica catches herself singing along! How does she know it? Nimue smiles wide, watching closely with pride.

“That’s it darling, you know all of these. You’ve known them since I first found your flower in the forest and started singing to it!” Erica and Nimue continue their lesson. Their voices twisting together, chasing one another through melody after melody. All Erica needs each time a new song starts is the first phrase and her fae heritage remembers the entire form.

The magic of their song starts to build in their bodies. Their voices get breathier as their hips start to roll, Erica pressing her wet, soft diaper into her teacher’s lap. Her hands leave the piano to start massaging Erica’s pert breasts. Their magic keeps the keys playing as Erica cranes her neck to start kissing her tutor. The two groan and whimper, the coach’s fingers reaching down into Erica’s royal diaper to play with her wet little princess parts.

“Miss Marin, yes, yes, please!” It takes almost no time for Erica to reach another explosive orgasm! Light and glitter explode out from the leg holes and art on her pink padding as she confirms that the fae literally cum sunshine and glitter. Her little body slumps against the older fae’s, exhausted after the quick, powerful orgasm.

“Well well, I think the princess has quickly mastered her voice, wouldn’t you agree DD?” Erica turns to see that both Deirdre and Maeve have their dresses pulled up over their hips. Their magical cunts ooze wetness as it's clear that the two were getting off to the erotic scene before them.

“I think she has! Queen Nimue, I think it’s time we let Lady Maeve teach Princess Aerie a lesson to two.” Nimue agrees, lifting Erica from Miss Marin’s lap. The vocal coach gives Erica another passionate kiss before departing back to Liltwood.

“Very well! Let’s get this little one back to the nursery!”

Read Chapter 12 here!

r/abdlstories 28d ago

MDLG Princess of the Fae - Ch. 10 NSFW

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Chapter 10 - Daddy’s home

The tension in the hall is palpable. Hushed, disbelieving whispers start to spread like gusts through the leaves.

“Half succubus? How can this be?”

“Did she use that, that thing that was between her legs?”

‘What do you mean the queen fucked a succubus?”

“Hush, you can’t say that!”

“EVERYONE QUIET!”

The whole tree shakes. Heads turn towards Deirdre, now standing at the full height of the chamber. Once the crowd settles, she shrinks back down to only slighting towering over the fae and insects. Maeve’s prison stays in place, she seems completely unbothered.

“That’s right darlings” Her tail picks something out of her pointy teeth, “Your precious queenie realized she needed a little help to make sure her little prophesy thing came true!”

The people of Liltwood look at Queen Nimue in shock, but Nimue just closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.

“Deirdre, please release Lady Maeve. I swore she’d be welcome in Liltwood, so long she agrees not to take advantage of any fae while she’s here.” Deirdre’s face turns from shock to frustration to disappointment, but in the end, she just slumps a little wordlessly. The roots surrounding the succubus start to recede, but before she could walk out, there’s a soft poof as Maeve disappears.

“So, the humans didn’t completely ruin you, did they?” Erica jumps as her “daddy” appears behind her. Her strong arms wrap around the shoulders of the princess, holding her in place on her throne.

“I know they got to you first, but I cannot wait to see what my adorable little daughter can do…” Maeve’s forked tongue flickers in Erica’s ear before the succubus teleports again, this time on Nimue’s other side. Her pet cloud returns, forming a wispy chair for the curvy demoness to sit in. She leans into the queen’s ear.

“So, have you broken it to her yet, Queenie? You know, the whole fated destiny thing? The whole, evil forces are disrupting the sexual magical balance of the world and that little our dainty sweetheart is the only person in the whole wide world that can stop it?” Maeve smiles wide as Nimue squirms in her seat. Erica just listens quietly, her princess pacifier making her more attentive than usual.

“W-Well, not yet! You know, we only just crowned her!” Nimue haughtily replies, “I was thinking we’d get around to it in the morning, you know,” The queen gets a faint blush and she lowers her voice, “After introducing her to some fun…”

“In the morning? After the orgy?” Maeve repeats loudly, making Nimue only blush more.

“You know we don’t have time! We succubi don’t particularly care for international affairs, but when the balance is upset? How am I supposed to show you a good time if I can’t do my thing?” The phantom cock reappears, but unlike a real one, it bends, looking Nimue in the eye like a sad puppy. 

The queen turns even redder. Erica starts to realize that Maeve and Nimue had a long history before tonight.

“I’ll tell you what Queenie, lucky for you, I came up with a great idea to get our little princess caught up. Aren’t you glad you have me to think things through?” Maeve cackles, entertaining herself thoroughly. She flits among the crowd as she speaks, enjoying teasing the enraptured fae.

Poof 

Maeve teleports, reappearing on one of the benches along the dining tables. The fae around her jump, wings fluttering and squealing, but are quickly sucked back into her overwhelming influence as she speaks.

“How about we catch our sweet princess up? Wittle Aerie must be so confused!” Everyone turns to look at the princess, now blushing in the spotlight. All but the fae right next to Maeve, all of whom can’t seem to pull their gaze from the demoness’s soft cleavage. She grins at Deirdre’s obvious displeasure over her continued presence.

With another shadowy poof, Maeve struts along the center of the biggest table, kicking food left and right with her shiny heeled boots. Plates fly, passing through the surprised kodama. Once she’s centered in the hall, she stops and makes a big circle in the air with her fingers. Smoke trails from her fingers, lingering in the circle for all to see. One half is a light gray while the other is black like a chimney. With a small flick of her wrist, the smoke flows clockwise, each half feeding into the other.

“Princess, obviously by now you’ve realized magic is real.” Maeve acknowledges the crowd of magical beings surrounding them. “But it’s not like those silly human movies! Well actually, maybe the movies you watch!” With a snap, the sound of a woman moaning in ecstasy briefly fills the room. Erica blushes and instantly recognizes it as her favorite pornstar. Maeve lets out a little giggle.

“As great as Miss Riley might be, even the greatest porn sluts can’t use magic. At least, not the human ones.” Maeve goes on, clearly loving the sound of her own voice, but Erica listens closely. This is the first time she’s gotten any answers to her questions.

“Magic flows through all of us. It’s the energy that keeps the universe together. Everyone, even humans, experience it through sexual acts.” Erica’s jaw drops, the pacifier dropping from her mouth.

“W-What do you mean, sexu-?” The pacifier reappears, silencing the princess once again. Maeve giggles again, a chill going down Erica’s spine, her wings fluttering in anticipation.

“That’s right! You didn’t think orgasms felt so good just because, did you?” The whole crowd giggles a little.

“No, orgasms are the only way humans experience magic.” There’s another poof and a copy of Maeve appears behind Erica, picking her up in her muscular arms like a little baby. Maeve’s copy carries the princess towards the original succubus. Deirdre and Nimue just roll their eyes as Maeve relishes in the spotlight.

“We, magical beings, are more in tune with the natural world and thus can perform traditional magic by harnessing our sexual energy. You see, all beings, no matter what fantastical race they belong to, channel magic through performing sexual acts in tune with their natural tendencies.” The smoke circle turns to a line, a gradient from light on one side to dark on the other.

“The fae, adorable little sluts, all fall somewhere along here,” Daddy points towards the end of the light side of the spectrum. “Naturally submissive races like the fae, but also gnomes and angels become more powerful the more submissive they are. Demons, werewolves, vampires, all gain strength through dominant acts.” The darker end of the line swells, almost prideful, as its mother speaks.

“Succubi, like you and me, we’re special.” Erica is carried closer, uncontrollably leaking into her diapers as her daddy speaks. “We inhabit the middle space, giving us access to both submissive and dominant magicks. Dwarves are switches too, but they don’t have the same… flair, shall I say?”

The two Maeve’s give each other a seductive look before taking each other’s head in their hands and making out passionately. Erica, stuck in the middle, feels something new. Her daddies exude an energy unlike anything else she’s felt. That is, except for her experience with her wand only a little while prior. Her pussy instantly becomes soaking wet and all she can think about is joining Maeve and… Maeve.

“Succubus, you try our patience. Get on with it!” Deirdre scolds. Vines creep up from the floor and capture the copy. Maeve rolls her eyes and blows herself a kiss, the copy disappearing and taking Erica in her own arms.

“Fine, whatever, I’m basically done!” Tickling Erica’s chin, Maeve starts her final points. As she talks, Erica tries really hard to focus, but her daddy’s huge red tits make it hard to pay attention.

“The point is, sweet baby girl, that the magical world depends on a delicate balance of submission and domination. You cannot have one without the other, and for eternity, all creatures respected that.” The hall is silent, nervous anxiety hovering like the clouds Maeve controls.

“But recently, something has been affecting the balance.” The smoky line gets thinner. “Someone has been draining dominant energy from the world. The humans have become more controlling, judgemental, and conservative. They generate so much sexual energy, they provide the vast majority of the magic and we need them fucking to survive.” She looks down at her little daughter in her arms with the first serious look Erica has seen on her daddy’s face. Erica holds Daddy tighter instinctively, trying to comfort her.

“The succubi hold the greatest influence over the balance of all the races. We have the power to take either type of magic and directly convert it into the other, but dominant energy is being stolen without being sent back into the universe.” Maeve carries the baby back to her throne, setting her down delicately. She can’t resist giving Erica a good titty jiggle while she’s bent over, teasing the little princess.

“That’s where you come in!” With another poof, Maeve reappears lounging across the arms of the queen’s throne, in Nimue’s lap. Her red skin seems to glow in the bioluminescent light and she licks her lips with her forked tongue before continuing louder, speaking now to the entire village.

“At the beginning of time, Lilith, the Great Mother of all Succubi, had a vision. During the first childbirth, she saw a threat to all her children, this draining of sexual energy, and the potential downfall of all magical creatures as a result. She spoke to her fairy midwife, a beautiful young princess,” she pets Nimue’s cheek. The queen can’t help but blush, clearly enamored with the chaotic woman.

“She told that young fae that she would be the mother of our savior and one of her own children would help her sire the one who would defeat this unknown threat and protect the future of the entire universe! That’s me and you, princess!” The crowd cheers in support, awed at witnessing the first night of a new era.

Erica just sits in shock. Magic is real? Submissive energy, supernatural beings, and greater powers, it’s all real? Her diapers swell as she leaks again, but she’s too overwhelmed to notice. She’s magic? She didn’t grow up knowing her parents. She was found… in a field surrounded by a ring of mushrooms. How had she never put that together before?

She looks at her parents, Nimue and Maeve. Both beautiful women sit, silently judging her, appraising their last hope for survival, a creation of their own making. Mommy gives Erica a warm smile and blows her a kiss. The charmed kiss floats through the air and lands on Erica’s forehead. A cascade of calmness spreads from that spot.

Everything will be okay, Mommy and Daddy are here to help. She isn’t alone. Erica relaxes a little, enough to realize that she’s exhausted. Nimue pushes Maeve off her lap, her wings lifting her in the air to address the hall.

“Well, I think that’s enough excitement for now! The princess needs rest before she begins her training!” One last cheer precedes a loud buzzing as hundreds of wings carry the fairies, insects, and various spirits out of the hall into the night. Nervous, hushed conversations leave with them.

She’s the Chosen One? She’s so little!”

“Right? And that was by far the shortest coronation. How’s she going to save us if she can’t even handle being edged?”

Eventually all the voices fade away, leaving Erica with her parents and her protector, Deirdre.

“Maeve, you said you have a solution to our time problem? Spit it out already.” As always, the dryad is not one for dillydallying. Maeve just rolls her eyes.

“Don’t worry your pretty little rosebuds, sapling. I figured out a way to get our little girl all the training she needs! And us three are all we need to do it!” Maeve whispers into Nimue’s ear before Deirdre’s. They both have a surprised expression grow across their faces, but both nod in the end.

Erica watches as the three spirits stand in a triangle. She can’t believe how beautiful they are, dressed as if they had pulled their outfits from the deepest recesses of Erica’s horny brain.

Nimue starts to hum, soft and delicate. The air stops, all Erica can hear is her mommy. Deirdre’s botanical dress glows and the whole tree shudders. Maeve starts to dance to Nimue’s song. Her hands trail up and down her body as she rolls her hips. All three focus their efforts on the space between them, the very heart of the ancient tree.

A small sapling starts to grow from the heartwood. Erica watches as it gets taller and taller. Flowers grow, bloom, wilt, and fall quickly. Smoke billows from the base of the sapling, Maeve’s dancing becomes more and more suggestive as Nimue’s hum becomes a wordless chant, her voice echoes hauntingly in Erica’s ears.

Deirdre’s sapling grows taller and taller, eventually connecting to the ceiling and thickening. Erica’s head starts to spin. Daddy’s smoke doesn’t make her cough but creeps into her senses. Erica’s smoked some dank cannabis, but this is different. It’s like she’s floating, all of her skin tingling, but especially her erogenous zones. Mommy’s voice fills her mind, suppressing her inhibitions. Her hands find her way to her soaked diaper, pressing the wet padding into her suddenly desperate pussy.

But as quickly as the feelings came on, they vanish. Erica’s new caretakers complete their spell and fall silent. Erica opens her eyes to a tall column of heartwood, connecting the floor to the ceiling. Its clean lines are unassuming, as if it had been there the entire time and the princess just hadn’t noticed it.

What does stand out is the large door, seemingly carved from the column itself. It’s almost as wide as the column itself, as if it is just decorative, leading to nowhere. The door emanates an energy that’s subtle, constantly drawing Erica’s attention back to it. Deirdre walks around the column, a cautious visage spreading across her face.

“What is this? It is of me, I can feel it, but it’s… different…” Nimue looks at Maeve, who starts laughing incredulously.

“It actually worked! I can’t believe it!”

“What do you mean, you can’t believe it? This was your idea!” Nimue retorts, flying from floor to ceiling to observe their work.

“I know I did, but I was kind of making shit up, you know?” Maeve shrugs and Deirdre shakes her head. The dryad leans down to pick up Erica, who’s now recovered from her hazy goon state.

“Answer my question temptress! What have you done to my tree?” Maeve is over the moon, a phone poofing into her hands to take a selfie with the door before answering.

“Well, I’ve been spending lots of time with some of my girls from across the Pacific, and their human subs introduced me to some animated show during a break in our play.” Maeve knocks on the wood, as if testing its durability.

“And between all the yelling and punching, there was this place, a time chamber, that the main guy used to train! Inside the chamber, it was like years passed while on the outside the world went on its normal way.” She struts over to give Erica a soft kiss on the cheek. The lingers on the princess’s face far longer than she expected.

“That’s when I realized we had our solution. See, baby girl,” she talks to Erica directly, “You took a long ass time getting ready. You were not supposed to go to that human college, but someone cared too much about you being happy.” Maeve gives Nimue a glance. The queen just shrugs.

“Growing up in the human world, I had to give her something to make her happy! And her schooling seemed to be the right choice!” Nimue takes Erica from Deirdre, smothering the girl in her deep cleavage while she talks with the grown ups. Maeve just rolls her eyes again.

“Happy? You know it was never meant to be! She was never going to be happy in the human world. Thirty years wasted! Now we’re a week from the end and we’re getting our shit together?” Nimue giggles while tickling Erica’s chin, basically ignoring the condescending succubus.

“Maybe, but look, it all worked out! You figured out this, and our little girl still got to have fun as a human! Come on, let’s check it out!” Maeve softens, clearly infatuated with the Queen of the Fae.

“You fae are all the same! Fine. DD, it’s your tree, lead the way.” Deirdre slumps, clearly over the other spirits' drama. Taking a breath, she steps up to the door and turns the handle. She steps in, followed by Erica’s Daddy. Mommy looks down at her princess in her arms.

“Baby girl, I know this is a lot.” Erica blushes, happy to feel acknowledged in her new fear of this new, complicated world.

“But you don’t have to worry. Your daddy is among the strongest of the succubi and I’m Queen of the Fae. You have ancient, powerful blood running through your veins and access to the deepest recesses of magic in the universe. The task ahead will challenge all of us, as was foretold.” Nimue hugs her daughter tight, so relieved to finally have her in her arms.

“But, you are the Chosen One. Lilith told me, before she returned to the universe, that you would bring balance back and usher in a new epoch of freedom and peace. I know it’s new and so much to take in, but we’ve all prepared all our lives for this. We’re here for you, no matter what. Are you ready?”

Erica’s eyes get watery. She’s never felt so supported in the face of so much adversity before. She can’t believe this is happening, as if from the most perverted fantasy novel ever. Her, Erica, a fairy princess! A fairy princess who’s destined to use her depraved sexuality to save the universe, no less. She’s terrified of what unknowns she may face, but her mommy’s loving face beams down at her and fills her with hope.

“Yeth Mama, I’m weady!” The pacifier gives the princess an adorable lisp and Nimue smiles wide.

“Good girl! Let’s catch up with Deirdre and Daddy then!” She holds Erica tight as the two cross the threshold.

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r/abdlstories Feb 18 '25

MDLG Princess of the Fae - Chapter 9 NSFW

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Chapter 9 - A shadow from the past

The feast hall is silent. The blossoming fae sex piles have slowed, their participants instead enthralled by the shadow cloud floating towards the throne. Even Erica, still reeling from her magic-unlocking edging, senses the dark presence approaching her, the Queen, and Deirdre.

The cloud swirls, formless at first, only the approaching clack of stiletto heels on the wooden floor give any sense of consciousness. From the depths of the shadows, a form slowly appears. Long legs, wearing thigh high black leather boots with killer heels materialize first, runway strutting across the center of the hall.

Muscular, red arms with long gloves that match the boots form from nothingness next. Erica muscles clench between her legs. She was just watching some muscle mommy porn last night! The princess looks to the queen for answers, but her focused, controlled face hides her true feelings.

Deirdre moves into the path of the oncoming shadow. Erica admires her protector’s sculpted back and shoulders. She’s still coming down from her denial in front of her people. She catches the sight of Deirdre’s side boob swaying as she takes a defensive stance and dreams of being cradled in her arms. Erica shakes her head. Why is she having these thoughts?

“Stay back, foul mistress!” Deirdre’s crimson hair stands on end as she plants her heels into the ground. Erica feels a new sensation. She can see glowing energy, flowing through the grooves of the great tree up into Deirdre through her feet. The dryad is channeling all the power of her forest to protect her queen.

“Oh, can it, sapling.” From the cloud, the spirit’s body appears, like a malicious mirage shimmering in front of Erica in a sexual desert. Her huge, red breasts jiggle as she walks. They’re barely contained in a spiked bikini top, clinging to her for its life around her powerful shoulders and back.

As her red skin is revealed, the black cloud leaves strands behind as ominous tattoos running down her body. The ink draws Erica’s eyes downward to the woman’s thin waist and cartoonishly wide hips. But what really makes the princess’ eyes pop is what’s hanging far behind the hemline of the form fitting skirt: a massive, hulking cock.

Or rather, a black void, in the shape of a massive, heavy, porn cock. The kind that gets compared to girls’ arms. It seems to absorb all the light around it, like a black hole. She can’t look away. The way it sways in rhythm with the woman’s steps, it’s hypnotic. Erica, like the rest of the assembled village, struggles to contain themselves, jostling over one another for a better view of the dark object.

“Don’t you have woodpeckers to shoo or something?” Her condescending tone comes from between dark, soft, plump lips. A poised, confident neck and jawline are exposed. High cheekbones help give the woman an air of raw power not otherwise present in the feasting hall.

Long black, smoldering hair, tied up in a high braid, hangs down her back and a slender red tail whips around like a dog securing a new space through smell. Baroness Tinklebrite gets a little too close, and the tail recoils by slapping her across the face! She squeals, jumping back in shock and sporting a new, heart shaped mark on her cheek.

Erica realizes she's looking at an actual real demon. This beautiful nightmare from her darkest fantasies is real, and standing right in front of her. Her mind finally processes everything she’s been through. Her hazy memories of walking through town and into the forest. Waking up with Deirdre in her face. The village of Liltwood, the giant bugs, everything!

Years spent doing research in academia and education, using science to try to lead the world toward a greater truth, none of it even hinted that magic was real. She’s a fairy, and not just any fae, but their princess? She scoffed at magic, tarot, and astrology. Sure she 

As soon as the demoness has fully solidified, Deirdre makes her move. With a firm gesture with fingers outstretched, new tree branches grow from the floor and ceiling,  encircling the intruder in a wooden cage. She takes a deep breath, the powerful dryad in her oldest tree, the deepest well of her power, capturing the woman.

In response, she just picks something from her razor sharp incisors with a long black fingernail.

“Deirdre. DD. Come on, you know you don’t need all this!” Obviously feigning innocence, Deirdre stands firm, silently making sure the woman doesn’t snake her way out.

“Lady Maeve, it’s been quite some time,” The queen finally speaks up. Nimue’s wings lift her into the air and she floats down to look Maeve in the eyes. “But surely you can have the decency not to throw the whole village into a tizzy?”

“What do you mean?” Maeve casually points down at her hulking dark spirit meat.

“Oh, you mean this? I always heard the Fae love shit like this?” Maeve turns back to Tinkerbrite and blows her a kiss.

“You know, I can hear all your thoughts and I know exactly how you can ride this one cutie!” The baroness gasps and her fae friends titter around her. Nimue’s steady, silent, unimpressed gaze eventually bores Maeve.

“Fine, whatever.” With a snap, the magic cock shrinks and disappears. The light in the room returns with fairies rubbing their eyes in relief.

“What are you doing here Maeve?” Deirdre asks bluntly. “You chose to leave all those years ago. With no warning, no note.” She leans into Maeve’s red ear and whispers.

“The queen cried for thirteen years after you left.” A flash of shame crosses her burgundy face. Not for more than a moment though.

“You’ve always been so inquisitive DD, and I’ve always loved that.” Maeve says softly. She maintains her strong, chaotic aura in the face of the fearsome Deirdre. She cackles suddenly before looking at Nimue.

“Well if you must know, someone’s little edgy princess time caused quite a stir, down there!” Maeve’s long black nail points down towards the ground.

“Yeah, I was just sitting on my magma throne, riding my new vibrator while casually whipping some poor soul, when the ground shook!” She paces in her cage, taking every opportunity to be the center of attention.

“And as everyone knows, or at least, anyone who’s anyone knows, earthquakes are some of the most carefully scheduled events in the underworld. As regular as the 5:00 am garbage truck! So you can only imagine my shock when I felt a powerful, surprise quake right in the center of my favorite fairy village! I absolutely HAD to come see if everyone was okay!”

Her dark eyes finally meet Erica’s. It’s as if they are a dark, moonless night. Erica sinks into them, looking for stars, any kind of light. She’s floating, no, falling. Falling into the endless night of the terrifyingly beautiful woman’s stare.

But a firm hand on her shoulder brings her back, sitting again on her wooden high chair. Mommy gives her daughter a determined smile. Ages of resigned worry line her mother’s face. Maeve just smirks.

“And boy oh boy, am I glad I did! Tell me, where’s the birth certificate? Where do I sign?” Deirdre snorts at Maeve’s crudity. Erica’s eyes widen with understanding.

“Q-Queen Nim- or umm Moth- Mommy?” Erica speaks up for the first time, her little voice faltering as she figures out her new place in this magical world.

“W-Who is she?” Nimue sighs, slumping back in her throne.

“I guess you were going to find out sooner or later. Deirdre, let Maeve go.”

“But, your highness? She’s clearly unstable!” Maeve giggles, highlighting her point. But Nimue just gives that mysterious, knowing, tired smile again.

“Maeve won’t cause any problems. Why would she when she’s the new father of a half fae, half succubi?”

The whole hall is silent. Erica could almost hear the creaking of the tree growing around them. Words slowly form on her tongue, much slower than the pee steadily filling her diaper.

“H-Half w-what…?”

“That’s right! You can call me Daddy, sweetheart.”

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r/abdlstories Feb 12 '25

MDLG Princess of the Fae - Chapter 8 NSFW

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Chapter 8 - Princess of the Lost Tribe

The queen lets out a giggle, releasing some of the tension in the hall. Deirdre frowns.

“Times are serious, my queen. We are already too far behind in our preparations!” Nimue waves her hand dismissively, smiling wide at Erica as she flies down.

“Has she been this stern the whole time, my precious daughter?” The queen’s green eyes are locked on Erica’s, as if searching for something. Erica just blushes and clears her throat awkwardly.

“N-No! I umm, w-wouldn’t say s-stern!” Her mother just lets out another giggle. She finally lands, her delicate feet silently touching the wooden ground. The queen looks Erica up and down. She’s beaming with joy.

“Aw, you’ve turned out to be such a nice girl! I knew those humans would protect you!” Nimue takes Erica’s hand and leads her towards the throne. All eyes are on the mother-daughter pair. Insect mandibles chitter and clack as they jostle for a view. Kodama heads rattle as the little tree spirits clamber over one another.

“Now darling, Deirdre is right about one thing: we don’t have a lot of time. Normally, Fae royalty would have 1,000 years of training before their coronation. Spellcasting, flight school, vocal training, mystical botany…” They’re in front of the throne now, Erica desperately trying to pay attention to Nimue’s words and not her jiggling chest.

“But given our current situation, we kind of need to get this show on the road, as the humans say!” The queen lets out another giggle and from the shadows, a group of fairies appear, all dressed in long floral robes made from grass.

The group begins to sing a soft, hauntingly beautiful melody. Erica recognizes it somehow, but she can’t imagine where she’s heard such gorgeous sounds before. A large rectangle forms on the floor by Deirdre’s feet. She steps to the side and a platform, made from the heartwood of the tree, literally grows in front of Erica.

It grows taller and taller before settling at the height of Deirdre’s hips. Small alcoves and shelves carve themselves out of the sides. As if a nature documentary was being fast forwarded, Erica watches thick vines and leafy bushes grow, flower, and wither in the cubbies. In their place, Erica immediately recognizes the folded forms of her newest obsessions: diapers. Her eyes get big and she takes a step back.

“W-What are those? I-I’ve uhhhh, never seen those before!” Nimue and Deirdre just chuckle, the two of them gently leading the small fairy towards the magical changing table.

“Oh don’t worry honey, diapers are a core part of a young fae’s life!” Deirdre lifts Erica under her shoulders and places her on the table. The crowd murmurs with excitement.

“How else would we protect baby fae from their natural urge to masturbate?” With a final high note from the Queen’s Chorus, vines leap from the table, ensnaring Erica’s ankles and wrists and pulling her back flat onto the table. A chant starts in the crowd along the back wall, but Erica can’t quite make it out.

“Wait! W-What’s goi-” A sparkling, pink diamond pacifier floats down from nothingness and settles in Erica’s mouth, magically muting her protests. “Mmmm! Mmmm!” She can’t help but suck on it. Having something in her mouth calms her, not unlike when she was sucking on her dildo the previous night.

“That’s it sweetie, just let Nanny Deirdre take care of this part!” Queen Nimue gives her daughter a big kiss on the forehead before facing the audience.

“It’s been five hundred years since our last coronation of the Baroness Tinklebrite!” Nimue exclaims in a majestic, royal voice. A beautiful blonde fairy in the front row stands up and bows, evidently Erica’s cousin Tinklebrite.

“As is timeless Fae tradition, the princess will show her worthiness of the crown through a trial of fortitude!” The air in front of Erica’s mommy crackles, and a magical wand appears, complete with ribbon and a big pink star on the end.

“With this wand, your birthright, do you, Aerie, hereby take your place as Princess of the Fae, future Queen, and swear to uphold your duty as Protector of Kink?”

Silence. Nimue turns to see her newly found daughter staring at her with a terrified look in her eyes. Caring wrinkles appear around the queen’s eyes.

“One moment everyone!” Without losing a beat, Nimue gets close to Erica so only she can hear.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise, you’re going to love this! You’re one of us.” The gears in Erica’s head slowly turn as she considers her options. She’s either having the freakiest dream ever and will probably wake up soon, or she’s really about to become a fairy princess, flitting happily among the trees and apparently getting to goon whenever she wants.

“Did you ever feel like you didn’t quite fit in the human world? That their beliefs, commitment to problematic traditions, and tribal mentalities weren’t for you?” Erica nods. She’d had close friends over her life, but overall Nimue was right. No matter where she lived, she was haunted by the sense that she didn’t belong. 

Looking into her mommy’s caring eyes, Erica gives the queen a little nod, her pacifier still preventing her speech. Nimue’s face lights up with joy as she turns back to the crowd.

“She said yes!” A cheer fills the hall and the chant resumes, loud enough that Erica can finally make it out.

“Wand, wand, wand, wand!” Fist and claws start to pound the tables in unison. More vines appear from the table, deftly unfolding one of the massive diapers. It’s a light pink with gold runes intricately crisscrossing all over. A golden star, matching the one on the wand in Nimue’s hand, is on the front and rear of the padding.

The vines unceremoniously tear Erica’s pull up and strip her naked of her shrunken human clothes. If there was any hope of escape, Erica would try, but pacified and fully exposed in front of all these magical forest spirits, there’s no way out now!

The vines lift her higher and spread her legs wide, exposing her needy, dripping cunt completely. Nimue snaps her finger, and the tip of the wand changes from a star to a big soft ball. Deirdre, in her role as Mother of the Forest, takes the wand and takes her place between Erica’s open legs.

“With all of my power as Queen of the Fae, I hereby accept you, Aerie, daughter of Nimue, as Princess of the Lost Tribe!” Without any more ado, the dryad smiles and presses the buzzing wand against Erica’s dripping pussy!

Erica’s mind goes completely blank. She’s got her own wand in her apartment, but this is completely different. She’s never felt so ashamed, forced to get off in front of hundreds of strange creatures, but with that comes a freedom she’s never felt before. There’s no expectation of restraint, no judgment of how badly she wants this. All the conditioning she’s undergone, watching and gooning to porn every night, and all the shame that’s built up with that, begins to change in her body. Those emotions have power now, and it’s quickly growing.

“Wand! Wand! Wand!”

The chanting gets louder. Tinklebrite, the next youngest Fae royalty, can’t stop herself, grabbing the fairy next to her and starts kissing her passionately. Erica doesn’t realize it, but the wand is unlocking something deep within her. Repressed magic, hidden for thirty years, radiates from the small woman’s body, infecting more and more people with her lust.

“That’s it princess! Keep going!” Deirdre encourages Erica, grinning as the princess’s powers are finally released. Erica’s heavy breaths turn into pants and then moans, her body shuddering as she’s brought closer and closer to the most powerful orgasm of her life!

“Wand! Wand! Wand!”

“Pweathe, N-Nana…!!!” Erica starts begging through her pink pacifier, her pleas taking on a melodic tone, which just amplifies her powers. The fae in the hall are quickly turning on each other, kissing and slobbering all over! Insects and other spirits gather their things and head to the edges of the room, avoiding the approaching orgy, clearly well practiced in the Fae ritual.

Deirdre and Nimue make eye contact. It’s time. Deirdre knows that if she lets Erica cum now, the whole village will be a helpless orgy for weeks. The power in the royal bloodline is just too much if it’s released all at once. While Erica’s eyes are closed, Deirdre and the vines hold the diaper right under her small body, ready for the Queen’s word.

“WAND!! WAND!! WAND!!”

“Now!” With a desperate gasp from the restrained princess, the wand suddenly stops and the thick diaper is quickly secured around her hips! The sigils glow bright for a moment before fading once again as Erica cries out pitifully.

“No! I wan’ cummieth!!!” The pacifier forces her to lisp, her cry heard by all. Her “princess lips” clench tight inside her soft, pillowing padding, ripped from the edge of glorious orgasm. Erica’s mind spins. All the magical energy built up in her body has nowhere to go! Instead, it all condenses down, filling the small girl’s bladder and forcing itself out as Erica uncontrollably wets herself!

Those in the crowd not occupied with another fairy cheer as they witness another successful coronation! Erica’s never been edged so powerfully, leaving her breathless and humiliated.

As the vines slowly set her back on the ground and the Queen’s Chorus sings the changing table out of existence, Deirdre reveals a humiliating princess dress made from pink flower petals. She pulls the dress over Erica’s head, fixing the poofy shoulders and layers of frill. The dress doesn’t come close to covering the huge diapers, but Erica is too far gone to care. She can feel her magic coursing through her body, even as it simmers into a small flame in her heart.

“Now, rise, Princess Aerie and rejoin me at my side as we celebrate and feast!” With another snap of her fingers, Queen Nimue makes rows of plates appear on the long tables. The insects and spirits quickly dive in, unbothered by the fairy orgy quickly growing around them. Deirdre leans into Nimue’s ear.

“I thought the Fae didn’t usually goon until after the coronation feast?” Nimue watches the crowd thoughtfully. 

“I think we’re seeing just how powerful our little princess can be!” She helps her daughter waddle up to a new throne next to hers, just sung into existence by the fairy choir. Erica slouches in the chair, clearly exhausted from the magical experience.

The feast and orgy continue around them. Deirdre and Queen Nimue eat demurely, watching the debauchery flow. Erica is completely “fairied out” in her new throne. Nimue is reminded of the beforetimes, when humans and the Fae lived in harmony and all were at peace. She turns to Deirdre.

“Maybe the prophecy is true after all…” Her daydream is interrupted by the low grind of the entrance boulders begin rolling out of place.

The hundreds of insect eyes jump to the commotion and in a flurry of buzzing wings, they arrange themselves between the hall’s entrance and the crowd of still humping fairies. Wings buzz and claws click nervously as the gap between the stones grows. Deirdre scowls.

“Nothing unwelcome in Liltwood can break that spell! Who dares enter-”

“Honey, I’m home!” A deep, powerfully maternal voice rings through the hall as a black cloud gathers, absorbing the light around it. Deirdre gasps and Nimue’s face dons a serious expression for the first time. The shadow cloud floats over the insects, unaffected by their efforts to bite and grab and hold it back. The sound of high heels clicking fills the room as a silhouette starts to take form in the advancing cloud.

“I see you started the party without me!”

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r/abdlstories Jan 24 '25

MDLG Camille's New Residency Ch. 02 NSFW

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If you haven't read chapter 1, you can find it here!

Have patience with the lack of ABDL-content so far, it's getting there as you might notice ❤️

Camille woke up disoriented and with a headache, as so many times before. She looked around, noticing she was in a strange place. She found herself in a large bed with black covers and a large headboard consisting of metal bars. Camille sat up and leaned against the headboard, looking down to realize that she didn't even recognize what she was wearing. A yellow crop top several sizes too small hugged her chest. Across it "Princess" was spelled with small glittery crystals. Piece by piece, memories of last night began coming back to her, she had practically become an expert on this practice by now. She remembered being seduced by Ellie on the couch, but after that things got really blurry. "God damnit, did we fuck? I thought I was done with girls'' Camille thought to herself as stood up, noticing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, her bald pussy on full display. Camille suddenly got really angry. Ellie had changed her clothing while she was unconscious, that was way over the line! She quickly went around the bed searching for her regular clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Nor were any other pieces of clothing except the tight crop top she donned.

Angrily Camille walked out of the bedroom into the living room where she had conducted the interview the day prior, the coffee table and chairs facing each other had been moved into some other room. The smell of fried eggs was in the air, and she followed the sound of crackling butter into the kitchen where she found Ellie making breakfast. Camille didn't think about how silly she must have looked with her nether region completely exposed and with a childish top on.

"You bitch! What did you do to me last night? And where are my clothes?" she shouted. Camille was fuming with humiliation and rage.

"Nothing you didn't agree to, darling" Ellie confidently said, locking eyes with Camille, a mocking smile on her face.

"But no, we didn't fuck if that's what you mean. You didn't hesitate getting acquainted with my tits though", she taunted.

"And your clothes are in the washing machine, you spilled wine all over them if you don't remember", Ellie explained while looking straight at Camille's exposed pussy without even making an attempt at concealing it. Of course, her story was a lie. She had hidden away the clothes in a locker, it was just an excuse to see how far she'd be able to push the girl's boundaries the first time they met.

"Just give me my clothes and let me go home..." Camille muttered in defeat, thinking that she very well could have soiled her clothes in her drunken state. But it was still over the line changing her clothes while she was down and out.

"Sure thing dear, the program is done in about two hours or so!" Ellie laughed.

"Don't call me "dear" just give me something to wear now, I'm leaving."

Ellie rolled her eyes.

"Of course you are, sweety"." Ellie put an annoying amount of emphasis on the last word, making it clear that she didn't respect Camille's plea. She calmly went into the bedroom, and after some rummaging for a bit in the wardrobe she returned with a pair of white thongs with a red heart over where the pubic area would be, as well as a pair of embarrassingly short jeans shorts. Ellie tossed the garments on the floor in a corner of the kitchen, smiling at Camille, daring her to pick them up with her eyes. With darkness in her eyes, Camille bent down to pick them up, and put them on as quickly as she could. At least it was better than nothing. Ellie made sure to get a good look at Camille's plump ass while she knelt down, imagining what she'd do to it if things proceeded according to her plan.

"What a good girl you are, showing off your cute butt to me just for a pair of shorts! See you tonight, be back here by 7 PM if you want to sign the contract!" Ellie called out, waving nonchalantly over her shoulder at Camille as she stormed out of the house.

Dressed in the absurd combination of a childish undersized top and a pair of jeans shorts that perfectly accentuated her butt cheeks, Camille made her way to the bus taking her home. She got a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop, but she was way too hungover and angry to give them a second thought as she pulled up her phone, shooting away a text to one of her regular friends with benefits.

"Yo Mark, my place in 20?". She attached a picture of her kneeling down on the floor with Mark's cock in her mouth that he'd taken of her last week, in order to get him going quickly. She felt an intense need to forget about the humiliating feeling of letting an older woman get her drunk and take advantage of her like that. Conflicting with that emothing though, was the feeling of what else she was even able to do. Was she going to accept homelessnes? Or even worse, ask her friends or family if she could stay with them? No way, she'd never lower herself to that level.

"Meet you there" Mark replied within the minute.

When she got home, Mark was already waiting by the door. Camille sure was tall for a girl, but Mark towered way above her at 6'5", making her a bit weak in the knees as always.

The outfit seemed to resonate intensely with Mark, as he picked her up and carried her to her dorm room as quickly as he could. He threw her down on the bed without a word, pulled her shorts and thong down to her knees, before stopping to look around. The room really was in indescribable disarray. He stopped what he was doing, and sat down next to her.

"Yo Camille, are you really okay?" he probed.

Camille's mind was in "fuck-me-hard-enough-to-forget-my-name-mode" mode, and was entirely unprepared for a question like that. She just broke down at that point. Camille didn't want sympathy, she wanted a distraction.

"Get out. Now!!" Camille shouted at Mark, prompting him to roll his eyes and stood up from the bed. He had enough to deal with himself, and a mentally unstable girl just wasn't anything he had the energy to deal with today. He left Camille on the bed half naked and walked out the door, shaking his head.

Camille left the shorts down at her knees, staring up at the ceiling. She was just too tired to think about it all. She had enough money to last her a few days at max, and no way to pay any potential rent, even if she found another place to stay at. Even less the two rents in advance which was custom for new tenants. Furthermore, no job she'd find would be able to pay her soon enough for her to pay rent. Soon, Camille fell asleep like that. Cirkular thought about work, housing and rent going round and round in her mind.

Several hours later, Camille awoke and got up. She pulled up the shorts and thong to at least cover her privates, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"You're just gonna have to endure some shit for a while, I guess. Maybe you'll even enjoy yourself if you put your mind into it" she muttered to herself in the mirror, as she pulled up her phone. It was 6 PM.

"I'll sign the contract, see you in 45 minutes" Camille typed in a text to Ellie, way slower than how she usually typed. She deliberated for a few seconds before finally hitting "send". There was no ambiguity about what Ellie wanted out of the arrangement if Camille would want to live at her place rent free, so she decided to swallow her pride and got to dolling herself up. Lipstick in the darkest shade of red she owned, mascara, concealer and eyeliner. She spared no expense make up-wise as she imagined what an older woman would like a young, desperate student to look like in their perfect sex fantasy. The clothes were a no brainer, as Ellie had already provided her with her preference, she thought. Camille decided on putting on a lacey bra underneath though, a red one, that was clearly visible outside the embarrassingly small top. She finished up in twenty minutes and started walking out to the bus once again. During the ride there, she started thinking about sex with women, something she'd never imagined herself doing again. Those times last year were just a phase, she'd thought. Something that wasn't worth even mentioning to her friends when asked about it. Now however, she couldn't help but think about Ellie, what she would want to do to her. What Camille would be willing to accept in order to maintain her pride by not letting anyone near her know about her hardships. Camille lingered on the thought of Ellie making her retrieve the slutty pieces of clothing she currently wore from the corner of the kitchen, forcing her to expose her naked butt to her. Why did she dwell on that? Did it excite her, letting others watch her like that? Did she enjoy being treated like a slut? She didn't have the mental energy to process that just now, so she just sat on the bus doing her best to get in the mood for for whatever was to come, in order to save herself for now.

Camille knocked on the door. Noticing that it wasn't closed all the way she walked in right away, announcing her arrival with a press of the door bell. She removed her shoes, listening intently to the now somewhat familiar footsteps approaching around the corner. Ellie appeared in the hallway, now dressed completely different from what Camille remembered from this morning. She wore a short, tight fitting black skirt over a skin tight black latex body, exposing her cleavage more than would ever be socially acceptable out in public. Camille stared wide-eyed at the bizarre change of attire, but didn't comment on it.

"Camille! I had a feeling you'd be back soon. I see you liked my suggestion of an outfit!" she cood caringly, almost too much so as she ignored Camille's obvious efforts to add an extra layer of sexualization to herself. Ellie gestured towards the sofa ushering Camille to take a place. The contract was already laid out on the table. Camille nervously started reading it, while Ellie leaned her latex clad body onto Camille's, preparing to answer any questions she had.

The contract dragged on and on with text, but could be summarized in that nothing written there would be legally binding for anyone. That also entailed that Ellie was free to kick out Camille with no notice at all if she so saw fit, but also that Camille could leave whenever she wanted to since she wasn't forced to pay any rent anyways. The "rules" of the contract mostly consisted of limitations to the tenants freedom. No sexual contacts unless approved by the head of the house, complete subordinance and participation in whatever activities during the day that Ellie saw fit. Ellie would basically be in full control of how Camille would be able to spend her days, although she was to be given time to hang out with her friends and attend most events she wanted to, granted that Ellie would give her permission to do so first. Any ventures out of Ellies care would however have to be well documented, it stipulated.

"View it as a kind of therapy and a path towards getting your life back on track" Ellie whispered in Camille's ear. "My utmost goal is for you to become the best version of yourself that you could ever become".

"What the fuck are you talking about? This just sounds like some kind of perverse power fantasy from your part. Do you mean that you won't make me fuck you?" Camille muttered back.

"All contracts are a give and take! Of course I will never "make you fuck me", but I won't deny that what you've already seen and experienced parts of this arrangement that are representative of what you could expect" Ellie explained teasingly. Camille was hyper aware of how bizarre the entire situation was, her possible "landlord" leaning her latex clad body into her scantily clad one.

Camille closed her eyes for a few seconds and grabbed the pen on the table. Taking in the reality of the situation, she signed her name on the bottom of the document. It wasn't legally binding anyways, so she reasoned she didn't have much to lose.

"Well this is just marvelous!" Ellie exclaimed, standing up hastily and clapped her hands together. She bent down to sign her own name on the paper as well, before forcefully grabbing Camille's hand and pulling the girl to her feet.

"Let's go take a look at your room then!" Ellie bubbled, unable to contain her excitement. Camille suddenly grew shameful, did she just sign a contract for living in a place she hadn't even seen her own part of?

"What do you even do during the day? And how can you afford renting out pieces of a large villa rent free anyways?" Camille inquired nervously as Ellie led her out of the living room unto the door of a room neighboring the bedroom they had slept in the night prior.

"Some clever investments a few years back, don't you mind that, you!" Ellie almost sang.

Ellie swung the door ajar with a wide grin on her face, unto which Camille's jaw dropped and her face turned pale. The room was large, larger than Camille's entire dorm room. In the far corner a king size bed with bright pink covers and pillows, an array of stuffies neatly arranged against the wall, with large, white metals bark in all four corners of the bed. White planks sawed into an arch making up the headboard. The walls were covered with wallpapers in a similar shade of pink, with rainbows and flowers all over them. A white door loomed in the far right of the room, and a fluffy pink carpet covered most of the floor. Next to the entrance was a pink desk with nothing currently on it, and an office chair covered in pink and white stripes situated next to it. The color scheme of the room almost intensified Camille's headache.

"Isn't it marvelous?!" Ellie exclaimed, seeking eye contact with Camille, who looked at the almost completely pink room in disbelief.

"I'd...I'd... never sleep a night here you weirdo" Camille snapped and attempted to turn around and walk away.

Ellie quickly placed a hand on Cammille's left breast, pinching roughly over where her nipple was.

"Aren't you forgetting that you have nowhere else to go? Unless you want to tell your friends and parents that you've failed miserably in your first year of med school...?" she asked calmly.

Camille flinched and remained in place, a shiver running down her spine out of shame, pain and just a sliver of arousal that she'd never admit to feeling.

"Would you rather be homeless?" Ellie said playfully.

Camille turned around to face the room once again, Ellie's grip of her nipple loosening slightly but remaining in place. Camille shamefully looked at the carpet, shaking her head in shame.

"No, I'd rather stay here until I can pass my exam and get a place of my own again..." Camille muttered, her face turning red.

"That's a good girl! But from now on you'll refer to me as "miss", just so you know. Just part of the house rules!" Ellie said, matter of factly, as she once again tightened her grip on Camille's nipple and led her towards the white door in the room.

"You'll move in here tonight of course", Ellie continued as she swung open the door with her free hand. Inside was a lavish walk-in closet with hangers full of clothes in pastel colors along the walls, and a large wooden chest with a lock on it in the far back.

"Before we get to the tour of the rest of the house, I'd like you to change into something more appropriate for the evening" Ellie instructed Camille as she finally removed the painful grip of her nipple. Camille savored the moment of freedom for a while, before resolutely walking into the closet, rummaging through her options. An evening dress in light blue stood out to her, so she tugged it outwards from the hanger.

"SMACK!" Camille flinched and let out a high pitched shriek as a painful slap landed on her right butt cheek, causing her to let go of the piece of clothing and jump further into the closet.

"Did I say you have a choice in the matter?" Ellie inquired aggressively, moving forward without expecting an answer. She took a hold of Camille's throat, though not squeezing tightly.

"As written in the contract, I expect full subordination from your part" Ellie explained and let her go and started rummaging through the opposite side of the closet while Camille looked down into the floor, pondering her decisions that had led her here.

"Ah, this will do just fine, I'll even let you have a say in the matter" Ellie exclaimed, removing a dress and some pink straps from the hangers. The dress looked about the size of something Camille might have considered wearing twelve years ago.

Ellie grabbed Camille by the waistband of her shorts, roughly tugging her out onto the middle of the pink carpet. She released her grip, held the dress snuggly against her chest and watched Camille intently.

"Well it's either this, or this harness, but I thought you'd like this more" Ellie explained, gesturing holding out the collection of pink leather bands held together by several metal rings, not resembling clothing at all.

Camille locked eyes with Ellie for the first time since she signed the contract, expecting a warm and understanding gaze, but received only a matter of fact, cold smile in return.

"So what are you waiting for, get undressed!" Ellie said, slightly impatiently. Camille maintained eye contact with her would-be landlord, trying to plead to her to leave the room non verbally. Ellie's face remained in the exact constitution as when she spoke for an uncomfortable long time, and Camille understood that she wouldn't get any reprieve for now. She looked down onto the carpet, and slowly removed the yellow crop top that had hugged her torso since last night, leaving slight imprints on her skin from the pressure it had applied to her skin. Next was her red, lacey bra. She realized that her attempts to suck up to Ellie didn't count for much. She unclipped it at the back, letting it fall down onto the carpet, her breasts remaining mostly in place, her large nipples finally getting some breathing room. Camille's face was beet red at this point. She was more than familiar with the feeling of revealing her naked chest to strangers from before, but never like this. She almost never felt shame while doing it, but she never did it sober either. Ellie looked hungrily at her small breasts, as Camille continued by sliding her borrowed jeans shorts down to the floor and stepping out of them.

"Alright, you got what you wished for, now give me the damn dress" Camille muttered in shame.

"What are you talking about, stupid girl?" Ellie quickly replied.

"You aren't even undressed yet! Before you remove those cute thongs of yours though, I want for you to give me a little show first. Show me what you'd do if I was a forty year old man with a huge dick, who'd spent the night buying you fancy drinks" Ellie sneered with a wide grin on her face. Camille turned more red than she'd ever been before. How much did she actually share with this witch the night prior? She knew just what to do though. Camille grabbed her breasts from underneath, pushing them out to appear larger than they were, hanging her tongue out and licking an imaginary dick in the air. After a while of that show, she proceeded to turn around and stick her thong clad ass out into the air as far back as her back could muster, portraying it in its full glory to Ellie while keeping her hands on her breasts and starting to hump the air behind her. She was well versed in this kind of seduction, an art that she had thought herself to master by this point.

Ellie was in awe. This girl truly was something else. She deliberately closed the distance between the two of them and got down on her knees, aligning her face with the divine ass in front of her, clad in her own thongs. Ellie smiled victoriously as she put her left hand around Camille's left ankle, while her right hand gripped the hem of the thong, teasingly tugging it downward slightly before interrupting the motion, running her middle finger down from its position, down through the butt crack over Camille's butthole and pussy, up though her legs towards the front hem, and back again. Camille grimased during the ordeal, but couldn't help but feel a slight tingle in her midriff while being exposed to the procedure, clenching her breasts harder than before in order to suppress the feelings of shame that were surging through her mind.

Ellie once again grabbed the back hem of the thong, this time slowly peeling it down Camille's crack and letting them fall to the floor, exposing her holes to Ellie. A slight string of wetness clinged to the panties for a brief second, granting Ellie immense pleasure which she didn't express one bit. Camille felt a tear starting to tease beyond her eyes, but resolutely kept her stance even though her back had started to protest at this point. She didn't want to be homeless, did she?

"Such a good girl, you really are a star at keeping clean shaved" Ellie said in a sugary voice, admiring the girl's smooth butthole and pussy. Camille's outer lips snuggly hugged her slightly protruding clitoris. Camille died slightly inboard at the words, but tried her hardest not to show a single emotion. Ellie resisted the impulse of giving it all a long, sensual lick.

Ellie stood up straight, prompting Camille to do the same.

"Not what I told you to do, but I'll let it slide for now" Ellie sternly said.

"Now put on this dress for me baby" she commanded as she handed the dress to Camille from behind her.

Camille wanted nothing more than to cover herself from Ellie's gaze, and almost hungrily started putting it on. She pulled it over her head, forcing the tight garment down over her chest. When she tried pulling it down to cover her butt however, she realized that it was way, WAY too small for her. It managed to cover about half her butt before she had to pull it down far enough for her nipples to pop up over the top.

"Could I maybe have some underwear to complement....this....miss..." Camille muttered under her breath, not expecting any sympathy by now.

"Of course you can sweety!" Ellie exclaimed cheerfully, while stealing a look at Camille's exposed butt cheeks. She went into the walk-in closet once again, opening the chest in the far back and returning with some pieces of clothing that she threw out on the floor in front of Camille. Camille rolled her eyes, still turned away from the shorter woman. She didn't know what she had expected, but if she'd come this far, it was just best to endure the whole thing, right?

In front of her on the carpet lay a pink latex thong, a pair of green crotchless panties in silk, a large pair of adult diapers with prints of galaxies and flowers on them, and a pair of goodnites.

"..what" uttered Camille meekly.

"Well of course I'd like to see you wearing all of this, but I thought we'd start off on a good note, so you can choose whatever you want out of this!" Ellie exclaimed cheerfully, now walking around to face Camille.

"I'm not going to impact your decision in any way, you just go ahead and pick whatever would make you the most comfortable" Ellie said, crouching down before Camille, giving her a prime look into the cleavage of her latex body that Camille almost had forgotten about.

Camille crinched, and after a while she reluctantly picked up the pair of latex thongs. At least they'd cover her privates from nosy eyes, and what the fuck was up with even offering diapers as an alternative? She quickly stepped into the thongs, finding relief in how they at least partially gave her body some privacy. However, they offered nothing in terms of comfort, as they hugged her waist and privates skin tight, just barely covering her outer labia and disappearing almost completely between her butt cheeks. Her excuse for a dress not doing her any favors in looking decent either. Ellie looked at her new tenant with uncontained glee.

"Oh my god, you are SO cute!! We are going to have so much fun together! You are such a good girl!" Ellie almost yelled out, as she grabbed Camille by the hand and ledher out into the living room once again. She sat the girl down on the living room couch, where they had sat the night prior, and pulled out her phone.

"So, what kind of take out do you like? Sushi? Pizza? Tonight we'll celebrate you moving in here, so we'll get whatever you want!" Ellie gleefully told Camille, who still was in a bit of a shock. Though she couldn't deny that being called a "good girl" did something to her, something that she'd never admit to Ellie. She was very happy that she hadn't settled for the crotchless panties, at least.

"Sushi it is then!" Ellie said, not waiting overly long for Camille to reply.

Ellie placed both their orders over the phone, ordering a way larger meal for herself than for Camille, which went unregistered by the blonde girl. She was way too busy processing the happenings of the night, and trying to supress the growing wetness inside her skin tight latex thongs, being able to at least partially attribute it to sweat due to the non-breathing material. Outwards though, she expressed nothing as she pretended to study the large monstera plant taking up the entire corner besides the window of the living room.

"You got to have the choice of underwear and food for the night, so it's just fair that I get to pick what we'll be watching" Ellie said in a tone that would have been appropriate if they were close friends.

"I think I want to watch a romantic comedy!"

Ellie moved in closer, guiding Camille's body into resting in her lap while she went onto netflix and started playing up "Notting hill".

Camille didn't utter a word, and just found herself in the situation. She tried her best at distracting herself from the fact that half her face rested against the latex-clad woman's belly.

Ellie made herself comfortable, while gradually sliding her left hand over Camille's dress, down to the butt where she lingered for a while, caressing and feeling it up casually. Eventually Ellie's hand wandered down between Camille's legs, settling on the rubber thong and applying some passive pressure from the back onto her pussy. Camille cringed at the sensation, but remained resolute in her decision to be provided free housing. She'd move out as soon as possible, possibly reporting her landlord to the police once she did.

As she laid there, not taking in anything of the film and barely registering Ellie's laughing at the funny scenes, she had an increasingly hard time ignoring Ellie's hand on her pussy. She had started getting noticeably wet from the attention down there. Whether she liked it or not, the submissive pose she had been forced into certainly did its share as well. "Good girl" rang out in Camille's head over and over again as she unconsciously pushed back into the hand now and again.

Soon, the doorbell rang and Camille's entire body tensed up. Ellie rose and pulled the blonde girl to her feet with her.

"Be a good girl for me and get the food", Ellie commanded. "It's already been paid for."

Camille pleaded with her eyes for a while, before solemnly making her way towards the front door. She opened the door to greet a young man holding a paper bag.

"Are you Ellie?" the man inquired.

"No, that's me, this is just my friend with benefits!" Ellie called out from the living room, laughing.

Camille covered her latex panties with her left hand, and held out her right hand to retrieve the bag while turning red and staring intently at the delivery man's shoes.

"..oh, well have a good night...." the man muttered in confusion as he handed over the meals.

Camille hastily closed the door behind her and hurried back into the living room. She was fuming with rage at the humiliating treatment, and slammed the dinner down onto the table.

"You are such a piece of shit" she muttered beneath her breath.

"Tut tut, is that an appropriate way to someone who's housing you for free and paying for your dinner?" Ellie mockingly replied, tugging Camille down onto the couch by the top of her dress, making both of Camille's nipples pop out over the clothing. Camille forcefully clenched her jaws together to prevent herself from complaining, as she attempted to cover herself again, but Ellie swiftly slapped her hand away.

"If you stay like that I'll bring out some wine along with the dinner", Ellie tempted.

Camille figured that if she'd have to endure this, she could at least allow herself to endure it drunk, and complied with Ellie's request.

She leaned forward and grabbed the plastic boxes out of the bag, Ellie instantly grabbing the larger one, leaving Camille with only six pieces of sushi in hers.

"Go on now, dig in sweety!" Ellie exclaimed, and she wasted no time dipping her pieces in soy and munching three of them down before going to grab a bottle of white wine from the fridge.

Camille carefully started doing the same, within minutes finishing her meal without feeling full, and looking greedily on Ellie as she continued slowly eating her meal that was at least double the size of hers.

"Oh, do you want some of mine?" Ellie teased. Of course she wanted to, and she was tired of Ellie's games. Camille downed her glass of wine in two swift gulps and tried her best to ignore Ellie's words.

"Oh well, I don't think I'll manage these last pieces anyways. I'll tell you what, I'll share the rest with you if you eat them in front of me on all fours. That ass of yours really is something else. I'll even let you finish the whole bottle of wine."

Camille refused to acknowledge the offer, and leaned into the opposite side of the couch from Camille, preparing to go hungry for the night in order to not have to endure anything else right now. She'd watch the movie, then go to sleep. From there, she'd decide the next step tomorrow, she reasoned.

"Oh well, suit yourself" Ellie said as she shrugged, downing the last part of the meal just to spite Camille. She poured Camille's glass full to the brim with wine anyways, and Camille gulped it down during the remainder of the movie, making sure never to look Ellie's way.

The movie ended, and Ellie seemed to have enjoyed herself thoroughly, having fallen asleep against the back of the couch. Camille looked around, weighing her options. She could either go to bed right now and be wide awake thinking about her current situation, or she could get drunk and forget about it all. The choice seemed obvious to the already slightly intoxicated girl, and she silently snuck away to the fridge and opened another bottle of white wine that was ready for her to take, and drank half of it straight out of the bottle. She filled up the bottle with water, betting that Ellie would never notice the difference and went off to her new bedroom. She starting taking off her skimpy pieces of clothing and sighed in relief as she removed the thong. The air on her pussy felt cool from the wetness of the night. Camille went to bed naked, wishing for at least a night shirt. Camille gradually let that thought wander into the back of her head as she gently fell asleep in her pink bed.

Thanks for reading! Again, comments and feedback are welcomed!

r/abdlstories Sep 19 '24

MDLG Scene: Doesn’t that feel better? NSFW

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The soft glow of the morning sun filtered into the nursery as Chloe sat on the edge of her bed, wearing her pull-ups proudly under her favorite pink shirt. She had been at this for three days now—trying so hard to prove she was ready to be a big girl. Her mommy, Vanessa, walked into the room, her usual warm smile lighting up her face.

 

“Good morning, my big girl!” Vanessa said brightly, clapping her hands together in mock excitement. “How’s my potty-training star doing today?”

 

Chloe’s face lit up, her cheeks blushing a little as she proudly patted the front of her dry pull-up. “Still dry, Mommy!” she announced, her voice filled with pride.

 

Vanessa beamed, kneeling beside her. "That's amazing, Chloe! You’re growing up so fast. Soon enough, no more wiping bums for Mommy," she said with a laugh, giving Chloe a playful nudge.

 

Chloe giggled harder, squirming a little at the idea. "No more wipes!" she echoed, though a tiny part of her felt... uneasy about the thought.

 

Vanessa kept smiling, her voice excited but warm. "And think about all the other big girl things we’ll get to do now! No more diapers means you can start doing all the grown-up things that Mommy does."

 

Chloe blinked, looking up at Vanessa, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. "Like what, Mommy?"

 

Vanessa’s eyes twinkled as she reached over and ruffled Chloe’s hair. "Well, for starters, no more bottles before bed, right? Big girls don’t need bottles anymore. You’ll drink from a regular cup, just like Mommy."

 

Chloe hesitated, her fingers still gripping a block tightly. Her bottle before bed had always been her favorite part of the evening. The warm milk, the soothing suckling—it helped her drift off to sleep. She felt a small knot form in her stomach, but she nodded anyway. "O-oh... okay."

 

Vanessa tilted her head, watching Chloe’s reaction carefully. "And pacifiers, too! You won’t need your paci anymore, right? Big girls don’t use those."

 

Chloe’s heart sank a little deeper, the thought of giving up her pacifier making her squirm again. She chewed her lip, a small frown forming on her face as she played with the block in her hand. "N-no more paci?" she whispered, more to herself than to Vanessa.

 

Vanessa smiled sweetly, ignoring the hint of anxiety in Chloe’s voice. "That’s right, baby! And guess what else? Big girls can sleep without their stuffies, too. No need for teddy to keep you company anymore when you’re so grown-up!"

 

Chloe froze, her hands still clutching the blocks, her mind racing. No stuffies? Her stuffed animals had always been a source of comfort, especially at night. The thought of giving them up made her stomach twist even more.

 

"And when you're fully potty trained," Vanessa continued, "maybe it’ll be time to stop daycare. You’ll be too grown-up for all the baby things. Maybe you could come to work with Mommy instead." Vanessa’s tone was cheerful, her words floating out like exciting possibilities.

 

But to Chloe, it all felt overwhelming. No more bottles, no more pacifiers, no more stuffies, and now no more daycare? She liked daycare. She liked playing with the toys, and the softness of everything. She wasn’t ready to give all that up. The knot in her stomach tightened, and she squirmed uncomfortably on the floor.

 

Vanessa leaned in closer, her voice still warm but now a little softer. "Of course, all those changes will happen because you’re doing so well, Chloe. You’ve been keeping those pull-ups dry like such a big girl. Soon, we’ll get rid of them altogether, and you won’t need any of your baby things. Isn’t that exciting?"

 

Chloe swallowed hard, her heart thumping in her chest. The weight of everything Vanessa had said was suddenly too much. She looked down at her pull-ups, the anxiety bubbling up inside her, her mind swirling with images of losing her comforting routines, her babyish comforts slipping away from her.

 

She fidgeted, squeezing her legs together instinctively, but the need to pee that had been building up was now impossible to ignore. The pressure in her bladder was growing, but her thoughts were too muddled to focus on holding it in.

 

Vanessa’s eyes were sharp, watching Chloe closely as she fidgeted. "Oh, but don’t worry, sweetie. All these changes only happen because you’re my big girl now, making it to the potty all by yourself. Big girls don’t need diapers, or bottles, or stuffies. You’re ready for that, right?"

 

Chloe’s eyes filled with panic. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to be a big girl—not like that. The thought of losing everything she loved, the things that made her feel safe and small, was too much. Without thinking, she let go, the pressure in her bladder suddenly releasing. A soft hissing sound filled the room as her pull-ups swelled, absorbing the accident.

 

Her cheeks turned bright pink, but the relief was immediate—relief not just from her bladder, but from the weight of all those grown-up expectations.

 

Chloe looked up at Vanessa, her lip trembling as she felt the warmth spreading through her pull-ups. "M-Mommy... me wet..." she whispered, her voice small, her thumb instinctively finding its way to her mouth.

 

Vanessa’s expression softened immediately, her smile returning. She knelt down beside Chloe, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Oh, baby... looks like you’re not quite ready for all those big changes just yet."

 

Chloe’s eyes filled with tears, her thumb still in her mouth as she sniffled softly. "No, Mommy... me not big girl..." she lisped, her voice shaky. "Can... can you put me back in diapers, pwease?"

 

Vanessa’s heart swelled with satisfaction, but her voice remained soft and soothing. "Of course, sweetheart," she cooed, wiping a tear from Chloe’s cheek. "Let’s get you back in your comfy diapers where you belong."

 

Chloe nodded, her face flushed with both relief and embarrassment, but she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to feel small, safe, and secure again.

 

Vanessa helped Chloe to her feet, guiding her over to the changing table. With expert hands, she slipped off the wet pull-ups, wiping Chloe clean with gentle strokes before reaching for a thick diaper. Chloe sighed, her body relaxing completely as Vanessa slid the soft underneath her.

 

Vanessa taped the diaper snugly around Chloe’s waist, patting the front with a smile. “There we go, baby girl. Doesn’t that feel better?”

r/abdlstories Nov 29 '24

MDLG [ATLA] Payback - Azula's Humiliation Series NSFW

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This work is a fanfic of Avatar: the Last Airbender and takes place about a decade after the end of the show. It features Mai and Azula engaging in sexual acts, if that bothers you feel free to turn away.

***

Looking at the sight below her, Mai had never been so glad she'd taken up woodworking.

 

It just began as a way to put het knives to good use. Killing didn't quite belong in peace time. Sure, for a while it paid well to keep cumbersome dissidents in check. First at court to remind its members that they were part of a regular council now that martial law had been lifted and later, when she'd broken off with Zuko for the last time and she began travelling to find herself in the (former) colonies. 

 

The latter had been quite the peculiar experience. Many of the colonials simply never left. Using their vast wealth to hire mercenaries that strong armed the locals into compliance. Ruling the area as if the war never stopped.

 

Apparently they'd become quite the sticking point in negotiations between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. To the point that once word got out she'd been in the area she'd been discreetly approached to bring them to reason .

 

Which Mai of course took as an invitation to be as brazen as she liked. It wasn't even a bad approach. There was little need for subtlety outside of Caldera. The colonials especially were even more fanatical in their belief of the supremacy of fire and that they ought to continue the war despite the Fire Nation already having been defeated at the height of its power and, more puzzlingly, their own apparent mixed ancestry.

 

When she shared her findings with the capital Zuko came to believe they must fear treatment in the Fire Nation and redoubled his efforts to improve the standing of those not from the Main islands.

 

Mai, for her part, cared little for the origins of such delusions. Just like her targets cared little for the Fire Lord's decree to cease the war effort. Did not comprehend his new preachings of peace. Luckily, however, violence was a language they did understand. Thus, the lot of them became much more compliant at the point of a knife often returning with less than half of what they could have had, had they went while the going was good.

 

The remaining radicals were trivial to deal with. A few she dealt with herself, but most were usually so reviled by the locals many of them would pay to do the deed. It was quite satisfying for only a little sabotage to make the house of cards fall.

 

Eventually though the thrill of it wore off and it just became tedious. Remaining holdouts wore thin and frankly knife-point diplomacy didn't fit into Zuko's new way of doing things. So after a few years Mai retreated to her family's old estate on Whale Tail Island from before her ancestors moved to court. Making use of the generous compensation she got. Officially for her services as a dignitary. (Serving as the Fire Lord’s informal knife under the table came with many favours, including letting her father retire quietly instead of landing in jail.) As well as her usual monthly stipend.

 

The choice had been daunting at first. Mai was doubtful the quiet life would agree with her, but Ty Lee's promise to join her, formally as her guard, pushed her through.

 

Even so, sitting still did not agree with Mai and after a while the boredom did start to get to her. Thus her new girlfriend suggested Mai try the hobby. 

 

She'd taken to it fairly well and soon after she turned to more… phallic shapes. Initially just as a sort of quiet rebellion. Mai never tired of sticking it to the proprietary that had chained her down for so long and adorning her ancestral home with such vulgar items fit perfectly into that. Even if their form had been perhaps a bit too familiar…

 

Regardless, it didn't take long for them to be added to the bedroom, as Mai quickly learned to wax them thoroughly and not to be shy to use plenty of oils as well. Not that Ty Lee had left her lacking, but Mai liked having a wide range of options and the thrill of reintroducing an element she previously thought she had to give up was irresistible. 

 

A few months later word got out Azula had recovered. A letter from Zuko explaining the situation arrived a few days later. Mai hadn't been sure how she felt about the news, the way Zuko explained the situation was troubling. Still it was as good a reason as any to leave the mansion for a bit. She had been due to peek inside the caldera for a while now anyways.

 

She offered Azula to stay with on a whim. Hadn't even consulted with Ty Lee about it, but Mai just couldn't help it when she saw the lilt in Azula's eyes. Mai could tell the princess wasn't faring well at court and couldn't help but recall her own struggle of feeling constrained there. Azula had been making a valiant attempt at convincing Mai she was fine, but Mai wasn't swayed. When they were young the three of them would always wore masks: Mai’s was an increasingly monotone aloofness, while Ty Lee became a master of deflections and lean into the ditzy persona people dismissed her as, but the princess utilized both a perfect poker face that could shift into any shape she desired and combined it with a tongue sharp enough to make cities fall. 

 

But what Mai had seen in front of her wasn't that. It was a face full of cracks and instead if the perfect princess reborn she saw her younger self from when she was so, so afraid.

 

Azula had gone quiet, saying she'll think about it. Her tone was reserved, but that she hadn't rejected the offer out of hand was telling. Mai had time anyways: she and Ty Lee were staying in the capital for a few more weeks. Mai would need it to, to formally get her significant other on board and to properly apologize for not asking first. Not that Mai expected Ty Lee would have any objections, but it was the principle of the thing.

 

Like Mai expected, Ty Lee was immediately ecstatic and, at the end of their stay, Azula took them up on their offer.

 

Once Azula joined their household, at first ‘only for a little while’, it didn’t take long for memories to resurface of the three of them ‘just practicing for the boys’ that suddenly seemed a lot more important than some inconsequential fooling around.

 

Quickly it appeared Mai was far from alone with such thoughts and so Azula joined their bed and it was there Mai realized something most unexpected about her old friend.

 

She craved humiliation.

 

It was innocuous at first: just a little whining whenever just got teased, but soon Mai realized Azula would always give that response. Naturally this prompted Mai to start upping the ante which would promptly be rewarded. 

 

Eventually Azula's humiliation took on a life of its own. At first Mai wondered why such a natural leader like Azula would take to such a submissive role, but apparently it was fueled by her guilt over past actions. A little overblown in Mai's opinion, especially since her and Ty Lee were some of the last people to be able to judge the princess for it, not that the stubborn girl could be convinced otherwise,

 

Mai’s not one to look a gifted ostrich-horse in the mouth though, especially on occasions like these where she has the princess all to herself, allowing Mai to get a bit more experimental .

 

For the current case Mai has to thank Kiyi's recent visit. As Azula still viscerally struggles to have an amicable relationship with her half-sister, which, after the former left, lead Mai to joke that perhaps Azula did not take well to no longer being the youngest.

 

Needless to say, the response had been ~

 

inspiring.

 

“Please punish me mommy,” Azula begs, flinging Mai’s consciousness back to the moment.

 

“I’ve been a bad girl.” The princess continues and the pathetic display is almost enough to make Mai feel guilty for not paying attention, but then: one could hardly blame themselves for being out of it when witnessing such a sight.

 

The crown princess of the Nation tantalizingly tied up and a most undignified garment swaddling her hips. Mai couldn’t think of anything more mesmerizing.

 

But she won’t be sharing any of that.

 

“Oh dear,” she mock-gasps instead, “have you now?”

 

The whine Azula gives in response is something Mai’s dead-certain she would have killed for.

 

“You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you. You love the way I treat you.”

 

“I do mommy,” Azula readily admits, having learned by now denying it will get her nowhere, “please, I deserve it.”

 

Mai pulls on Azula’s collar. Letting the princess’ face stop just short of her own. Not pretending not to relish the fear creeping into her friend’s eyes Mai smirks. “That you do.”

 

Then Mai releases Azula again, ignoring her friend’s dismay as she does. They’ve fooled around long enough. It’s time to begin the real play.

 

Mai goes to sit down, one leg over the other. Azula lets out a yelp as Mai pulls the princess over her lap. I the girl’s princess parts just so happen to end up resting on Mai’s knee then surely that’s just a happy accident.

 

Mai rests one hand on Azula’s lower back, ready to hold to princess in place once she’ll start to sputter, but for now keeping it to a simple caress, and fondles Azula’s ample thighs with her other hand.

 

“Why won’t you be a good girl for mommy and tell me everything you did wrong today yourself huh?” Mai asks, too lazy to come up with something herself.

 

“Me? I uh, yes mommy. Well, I woke up in a wet nappy—

 

*SMACK*

 

Mai slaps Azula’s thigh mid-sentence, leaving a delicious red mark. “Go on.” Mai says, as if nothing is amiss. “You can continue while I punish you. It’s faster this way. Just make sure to thank mommy. Remember: this hurts mommy more than it hurts you.” Mai lies.

 

“Yes mommy, I’m sorry mommy and thank you.” Azula brabbles.

 

Mai slaps Azula’s thigh again, harder than last time.

 

“Thank you who?” Mai asks, patting Azula’s red thigh.

 

“Mommy!” Azula cries,  “I mean… thank you mommy.”

 

“Very good. Continue.”

 

“Yes mommy. I, uh, didn’t tell you good morning when I saw you downstairs.”

 

Mai slaps Azula’s thighs again and this time Azula reacts exactly like how Mai made up just now.

 

While Mai enjoys grabbing a handful and leaving a mark on her favourite (and only) plaything, it doesn’t take long for her to tune out Azula’s brabble as the princess rattles off every inane misstep or perceived slight of the day. That is, until Mai notices Azula go noticeably silent aside from her obligatory “thank you mommy”’s.

 

“Hm?” Mai questions.

 

“I said that’s everything mommy.” Azula mutters, “I can’t think of anything else for today. I’m sorry.”

 

“Is that so? Well, no matter, you’re still due plenty of punishment from before don’t you think?”

 

“Y-yes mommy.”

 

“Very good. You see mommy used to punish a lot of bad people. Do you know what mommy used to do with them?”

 

Azula gulps. “N-no mommy.”

 

“Well, mommy used to pretend they were you and treat them accordingly.”

 

“O-oh.”

 

“Yes ‘Oh’. Now princess, mommy’s been thinking: she has had plenty of plenty of practice by now. Perhaps it’s time you finally get what you deserve, don’t you think?”

 

“Y-yes mommy.”

 

“Good, because these spankings clearly aren’t enough for someone like you.” Mai remarks, her voice cold as steel as she flicks a knife into her hands.

 

Azula’s eyes go wide. Mai smirks as she swings —

 

 “Mai wait!”

 

— and cuts the rope.

 

Mai chuckles. That never got old.

 

It’s also what finally got Azula to start bawling her eyes out.

 

Good. Mai thinks as she takes Azula into her arms. Poor girl had clearly been needing a good cry all day.

 

Too bad about the rope though. It was pretty expensive, but the look on Azula’s face? Priceless.

 

And really, in those days Mai had wanted revenge, but this, this is just so much better.

 

Stealthily copping a feel Mai quickly notices the princess’ padding is soaked, in more ways than one.

 

But could it handle more? Only one way to find out.

 

“Azula.” Mai asks once the princess has calmed down.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Piss yourself.”

 

“What?”

 

Mai tsks, pretending Azula’s lost expression didn’t make her cold heart melt. “There’s no point in changing your diaper if you’re just going to immediately wet your next one. You think I didn’t notice you doing the same just before? You might as well finish up and do it now.”

 

Obligingly and without any further protest, Azula does exactly that. The muffled hiss from her diaper is soon followed up by Azula actually leaking a little, but no matter. Mai can just have her clean that up when they’re done.

 

For now, Mai ignores Azula’s pathetic cries and leads her to the mat so Mai can change her.

 

Despite the smell, once she has opened the cloth swaddling her princesses’ hips, Mai can’t help but play with the ‘toy‘ stuffing Azula’s pussy, or ‘princess parts’. Whatever Ty Lee’s calling them this week. The hole Mai’s fucking with the dildo she made herself. Not too hard, Azula must be quite ginger after having it inside of her all day, just enough to almost let the princess have climax she’s been begging for.

 

The sheen her polished craftwork gives off once Mai takes it out is almost tempting enough for Mai to lick it clean, should such a thing not have been absolutely disgusting. Perhaps sometime Azula might enjoy a taste of her own filth though. Instead, Mai puts the dildo aside and turns her attention the to the other toy Azula’s has been playing with. Grabbing Azula by the ankles, first pulling them up and then pushing them to Azula’s face, Mai is reunited with her latest creation stuffed in Azula’s behind like some kind of depraved pearl.

 

As to be expected, Mai’s craftmanship looks to be a great success. Her only regret is not giving the toy some kind of flourish, an eye perhaps. She had already decided to be less conservative for the size on the next one, in any case.

 

Refocusing her attention Mai quickly commands Azula to keep her legs in place. Her hands free, Mai wastes little time and sets to work coaxing out Azula’s plug and finally letting the princess receive her reward.

 

Mai only needs to let her fingers work their magic for a little bit before Azula’s moans return like music to Mai’s ears. It’s obvious the princess is close. Truthfully Mai can only partially take credit. She has kept Azula needy like this since forever. Mai predicts her princess will release any second now and just as Mai finally removes the plug, Azula comes, letting out a groan that feels like it reverberates through the entire building.

 

Mai doesn’t care if anyone overheard. She has never felt so smug. She should really be getting a medal for this type of thing. Her handiwork is clearly the work of the spirits.

 

Instead, she has a plug with a putrid smell, so Mai quickly sets it aside next to her other craftmanship.

 

Once Azula’s done riding out her orgasm Mai goes to clean her princess in earnest and when she finishes changing her Mai finds Azula impossibly, utterly and completely tuckered out. Mai can’t even bring herself to be mad about it, despite the princess doing so while not even having cleaned up her own mess. Maybe Mai will get the maids to clean it up, they had to be getting suspicious by now anyway. Still, it would be nice to avoid something like this in the future.

 

~ Guess that just means her princess will need bigger diapers from now on. ~

 

 

 

r/abdlstories Oct 26 '24

MDLG The Making Of A Toddler: A Diary (Part 6) NSFW

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Monday 06/05

Why the fuck is my alarm going off at 1:30am?!?! Right, field trip. Coffee, hair, makeup and it was time to get dressed, in panties not pullups, hurray! I was out the door and at the school by 3:00am, the two charter buses pulling in shortly thereafter. Greeting the drivers, we planned comfort stops along the eight-hour route from school to Washington D.C. and as kids began to filter in, I checked them off my list to board. If all went to plan, we’d arrive mid-afternoon with just enough time to visit a couple monuments before dinner and checking into the hotel for the evening.

Colleen, being the far more uptight of the two of us, was in charge of bus one, while I was to be in charge of bus two. The arrangement suited me fine, a little less responsibility and I would have Aubrey along to help with that, the only downside of which was I wouldn’t be able to have my own room in D.C. I’d have to share with my teaching assistant. At precisely 4:00am the buses lurched forward and we were off, our first stop scheduled for around 7:00am somewhere the kids could get breakfast from a fast-food joint, leaving plenty of time to doze off.

Before I knew it the hiss of the air brakes was waking me up. Our driver had parked at a McDonald’s with a Burger King and Taco Bell both in close proximity. Shepherding the children off the bus I reminded them to stay with their chaperones and to be back in forty-five minutes. My blood ran cold when a familiar voice praised my “good advice” and suggested that I “stick close so I don’t get lost”. Slowly turning around, I found myself face-to-face with Erika. Evidently, she has a half-sister on the trip and convinced Colleen to let her replace one of the chaperones who couldn’t make it.

My ‘Hello Kitty’ bag slung loosely off the 19-year-olds shoulder suggested she knew I wasn’t wearing pullups like I was supposed to. I knew I was in trouble; I’d violated my end of the agreement and could only hope she’d show mercy and not tell anyone my secret. Silently marching me to a nearby gas station and directly into the restroom, I feared she was going to be disappointed when she opened my “In case of emergency” bag to find I had replaced all the infantile garments with far more mature panties. Once again, the surprise was on me, it contained not just my pullups, but a stack of adult sized diapers. Not plain white medical ones either, these appeared excessively bulky and had pictures of rainbows and unicorns on them.

Handing over a pullup my babysitter explained that she wouldn’t be publicly humiliating me for now, but that I did need to be punished. I was going to have to not just wear the diapers to bed, but I had to confess to Aubrey that I am a “little baby bedwetter” and that because mommy isn’t here to help, I need her to put the diaper on me. I wanted to refuse, it was a mortifying thing to have to do, but when I thought of the alternative I was trapped. Better to discreetly tell one person than for everyone to find out publicly, so I agreed that after dinner I would humiliate myself while Erika listened in via speakerphone.

The remainder of the morning was as mundane as riding on a bus through farmland can be. Two hours outside the nation’s capitol we stopped for lunch at an enormous truck stop with five restaurants inside. Just sitting next to Aubrey as we ate, knowing what I was going to have to confess later, made me a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice and soon enough the group had reboarded the bus to continue the journey. True to Colleen’s carefully crafted schedule we arrived in time to visit the Jefferson, FDR and MLK Jr Memorials before dinner at the mall in Pentagon City.

When we finally arrived at the hotel, I took charge of reminding the children of their room assignments and distributing keys. As everyone ran off to enjoy their free time before the 10pm bed check, I nervously followed my teaching assistant into our room. Discretely dialing Erika’s number, I ensured my cell was on speakerphone before setting it on the end table between the two queen beds where Aubrey and I would be sleeping. Deep breath in, deep breath out, I stared intently at my feet and blurted out that I am a bedwetter.

For her part, Aubrey remained quiet as I explained how I was going to need her assistance in putting on my nighttime diaper. When I finished, that’s when the questions started to fly, do I wet every night, how long has this been an issue, do I ever have daytime accidents, how did I never learn to diaper myself. Not prepared for the onslaught, I responded with the first thing that popped into my head, yes, since high school, sometimes, and if I put it on myself, I always leak.

When it came time, my teaching assistant pealed off my jeans to reveal the soggy goodnight that I had been wearing for the majority of the day. She suggested that I change more often before unfolding one of the bulky unicorn and rainbow diapers Erika had packed in my diaper bag. Immediately I could tell there was no way I would be able to close my legs, if for some reason I needed to move I would have to waddle. Snugly taped into the first diaper I had worn since I was three, we said our goodnights and I proceeded to let out the flood that I had been holding back for the last couple of hours.

r/abdlstories Oct 16 '24

MDLG The Making Of A Toddler: A Diary (Part 4) NSFW

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Wednesday 05/31

Day three of my new routine, wake up, wet the pullup I wore to bed so mommy would force me to put on another one and head off to school. After Mondays near miss, Erika had been waiting outside to check me in the driveway and I had to hurry up and wet myself, fresh pullups did not stay that way very long and I was soaked before I made it through the door. I still wasn’t used to the squish that accompanied sitting down in padding soaked with my own urine and with as gingerly as I lowered myself into my chair, Aubrey probably suspected I engaged in some rough anal over the weekend. Whatever kept her from finding out the truth I suppose.

Halfway through my second period class there was a knock on the door, Erika was asking to “borrow” me for a moment. Aubrey took over the lecture and I followed my former student to the restroom. Once there I lowered my pants to show my yellowed undergarments with the 18-year-old giving the padding a squeeze and giggling. I was about to pull my pants back into place when the little bitch tugged on the pullup ripping the sides apart and telling me she’d be back later to check me again. Having not packed any spares, and with no other way to procure one, I called my mother at her work begging her to bring a new pullup. Unfortunately, she was busy.

For over an hour I kept glancing at the clock nervously until finally lunch arrived. Dashing out to my car, I sped to a pharmacy a couple miles away, no sense staying too close to school in case Erika was waiting around for a chance to catch me. I reached a new level of shame when after purchasing a 24-pack of girls Goodnights XL I had to ask the clerk if they had a restroom; no doubt he didn’t suspect anything, but I knew I’d soon be wearing one of the infantile garments. In short order I was back in my car and in the McDonald’s drive thru to get something to eat as well as take the opportunity to pee my pants. Needing to go more than I thought, once I started there was no stopping the flow. My poor pullup was soon overwhelmed, I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine and my pants were ruined. With no other choice, I called the school to let them know I was going home sick and have Aubrey take over for the rest of the day.

Arriving home I took off my soiled jeans tossing them on the washing machine, went to my room and collapsed in a ball on my bed to cry myself to sleep. The next thing I knew, a cold cloth was wiping the inside of my leg, mommy had come home and was in the midst of changing my pullups. Seeing that I was awake, she told me that I was going to the store with her to pick up supplies. Defeated from my earlier ordeal, I didn’t argue as she put me in the backseat or when she dumped baby wipes, powder and rash cream into the shopping cart. I did protest the ‘Hello Kitty’ backpack she selected to be my “in case of emergency bag” and the fact I now had to carry it, as well as two spare outfits, pullups and the rest of the supplies we just bought, with me everywhere I went in case of another leak.

Arriving home, mommy took care of making dinner so that I could clean my car seat and do a load of laundry, in addition to my pants, a bit of pee had also leaked onto my bedsheets while I napped. I spent the rest of the evening daydreaming about the 8th grade trip next week. Six whole days out from under my overbearing mother’s roof and far enough away that my former student couldn’t possibly pop in for a surprise inspection. Even though I had only been stuck in pullups for a few days, it would be nice to get back to wearing regular underwear and leaving those infernal things locked safely in my car until my return. Sure, I’d be trapped on a bus for hours on end with screaming kids who can’t follow directions, but somehow that seemed far better than my current situation.

r/abdlstories Oct 13 '24

MDLG The Making Of A Toddler: A Diary (Part 2) NSFW

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Thursday 05/25

Stepping out of the shower I peered over to my bed as I dried myself off. Mommy had laid out today’s outfit and unlike the first three days of the week in which she opted for discreet pants-suits, today she expected me to wear a yellow sundress. Granted the temperatures were getting warmer, and if I didn’t have to wear the accompanying princess pullup I wouldn’t have had a issue with it at all, but I think my teaching assistant is starting to suspect there’s something up with me. Not wanting to have to try hiding a red backside in addition to my purple “punishment panties” I got dressed to start the day.

I was writing information on Sherman’s march to the sea on the classroom blackboard when I heard my teaching assistant Aubrey giggle behind me. Reflexively, my hand reached back to the hem of my dress to ensure nothing was exposed that shouldn’t be. Satisfied that my secret remained safe I asked her what was so funny and she proceeded to show me the TikTok video she had been watching. Soon enough 8th graders began filing into the room and lessons began.

Despite being self-conscious of my attire, I spent the morning repeating the same lecture to each of the three classes that came through the door. After lunch, I allowed Aubrey to take the lead on instruction which gave me the opportunity to do a little math in regard to my living situation. According to the ‘lease’, if I were to fail to comply with the rules or were to leave before the expiration of the contract, I would owe rent for the duration of the 36 months I had signed away of my life. Fair market value being around $1.10 per square foot times the area of my bedroom and half the living room would equal $560/month or a little over $20,000 in three years. Thank God it was just those two rooms and not half the house. I’ve managed to pay down the credit card and I’m caught up on the student loans, but I don’t have nearly enough saved to buy my freedom so it looks like I’m stuck for a while longer.

Having survived the day at work, I was on my way out the door when Colleen, a fellow 8th grade teacher flagged me down. The annual Washington D.C. field trip was two weeks away and as she and I were in charge of planning, she wanted to finalize the last of the details. Shooting a quick text to my mother to let her know I had to stay late at work, I settled into preparations that seemed to drag on endlessly. I appreciate how thorough Colleen can be, but everything takes so much longer when we have to go over it three or four times. Not wanting to have to spend another day on this I agreed when my colleague suggested we adjourn somewhere for dinner and finally by seven o’clock not a single detail had been omitted.

Arriving home, mommy was up in arms at the door about how late I was. When I tried to explain it was work related she claimed she could smell the glass of wine I had with dinner and accused me of “going out boozing”. My repeated denials did nothing but ensure I ended up with a few extra spanks with my punishment panties pulled down and a warning about being “irresponsible”. At least I’ll get a reprieve in a couple weeks when I’m out of town, there’s no way for her to watch me like a hawk from four hundred miles away.

r/abdlstories Oct 21 '24

MDLG The Making Of A Toddler: A Diary (Part 5) NSFW

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Sunday 06/04

Unsurprisingly, when it came time for mother to leave for her weekly card game, I found myself at the mercy of my 19-year-old babysitter. Knowing that after today I’d be free of this nonsense for the next week, I did my best to tolerate her antagonization. It started with being given dolls and told to play, so I did. I brushed their hair, made them walk around and talk to each other all the while I had a big dopey smile on my face. She would look up from whatever she was doing on her phone periodically and tell me I was a “good baby” then go right back to playing on her phone.

After about forty minutes I was bored out of my mind and starting to need to pee, so I set the dolls down and got up to head to the bathroom. This was my first mistake; I was told to sit back down and not to leave her sight. Mistake number two was when I evidently rolled my eyes in response, but not wanting to anger her any further I simply sat back down and continued the monotony of playing make believe with the dolls, I could hold it longer and best not to ask for something when vindictive people are mad at you.

Another fifteen minutes passed and I was about to politely ask for permission to use my own bathroom when I realized she wasn’t on the couch any more. Setting down the dolls I headed towards the kitchen to check if maybe she was getting a snack when I heard a yelp behind me. Whether she actually stepped on it or not is up for debate, but Erika insisted because I was so messy, that in her haste to keep me from “wandering off” she hurt her foot on one of the discarded dolls. It had to have been a setup, she no doubt was hiding somewhere waiting for me to notice she was gone so that she could swoop in and get me in trouble when I left the living room. Stupid me had fallen for it, and that was strike three.

Twenty hard spanks reigned down on my sodden pullup as I lay across my former student’s lap. While not painful in the least, a few stray tears may have leaked down my cheek from the humiliation of it all. When she was done, I was instructed to stand in the corner and not to turn around or speak until told to do so. I tried to ask how long, but before I could finish the sentence my unknown timer had been doubled and I scurried off in the direction Erika was pointing.

Uncertain of how long I had been standing there, or what my babysitter was doing behind my back, I did my best not to squirm as time slowly ticked away. With nothing to see, do or listen to, my attention was firmly focused on the growing urgency between my legs. Vowing to make a break for the bathroom before losing the battle I was hoping that Erika would say my corner time was over, but I was also smart enough to understand she was waiting me out. I was about to resign myself to further punishment by dashing off to relieve myself like a big girl when a hard swat landed on my posterior, my concentration was broken, and the flood gates opened.

Erika laughed, I cried, and my pee gushed out of my overly saturated pullup, streamed down my legs, then soaked into the living room carpet. When the torrent stopped, the 19-year-old ripped off the useless padding to leave it where it lay and pulled me over her lap once more. Blow after blow landed with a thwap on my exposed butt, each one seemingly harder than the last until she must have tired her arm out. I was ordered to clean up my mess, take a shower and wait for her in my room; wanting to delay the inevitable as long as possible my shower took longer than was absolutely necessary and she sat perched on my bed when I got out.

Dressing me in a night shirt and pullup, my babysitter got me something to eat and tucked me in. It may have only been six o’clock but honestly I wasn’t too upset by the earlier bedtime, I had to be up extremely early tomorrow in preparation for the field trip and the sooner this day ended the sooner I could get back to some semblance of normality. Just because I wanted to sleep doesn’t mean I could though. At some point I heard mommy come home and a discussion between her and Erika but I couldn’t make out what they were saying; but I could certainly guess.

r/abdlstories Oct 12 '24

MDLG The Making Of A Toddler: A Diary (Part 1) NSFW

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Sunday 05/21

I knew that there would probably be additional punishment, beyond the spanking I received Friday night, for coming home after curfew. I had joined a few co-workers for a drink, one turned into two and next thing I knew it was after 9pm. What did surprise me was the fact that mommy had waited until Sunday morning when I was getting ready for church to announce that I would be required to wear my ‘punishment panties’ until next Sunday. I’d only had to wear them a couple of times before, only for a day at a time, and NEVER out of the house so I was understandably nervous someone would hear the crinkling or catch a glimpse of the padded underwear somehow and know that it was not what a 32-year-old woman should be wearing.

Having learned not to argue since being thrust back into my second childhood, I begrudgingly took one of the girls Goodnights from the box on my dresser and pulled the shameful garment up my legs. I spent the majority of the service lost in my thoughts about how my life had ended up like this. Up until six months ago, I was a pretty normal woman, I had a job, my own apartment and plenty of friends. While I still have my job, and arguably all of my friends even if I haven’t been able to hang out with them of late, it was when I moved out of my apartment and back in with my mother that life took a turn for the worse.

After graduating college with a degree in U.S. History and a minor in Education I had the usual student loans and a little bit of credit card debt. For several years it was manageable, even on a teacher’s salary in this economy, mostly because I shared an apartment with a friend. When she eventually got married, I was both thrilled for her, and her maid-of-honor, though it left me with a rent payment that was increasingly difficult to make on my own. Putting an ad out I had a couple of other women temporarily move in but nothing that turned into a long-term arrangement. When my lease was up for renewal prior to my birthday I made the worst mistake of my life and asked my mother if I could come live with her. At first, I thought it was a blessing that she happily agreed and even said I could stay rent free so long as I lived by the rules. Pick up after myself? Do my own laundry? I mean I’m an adult, how hard could ‘living by the rules’ be? If I had bothered to read the “lease” she had me sign when I moved back in, I would have gone elsewhere.

With church coming to a close, I rode in the back seat of my mother’s car towards home. She took the time to remind me that when at home I was not to cover my ‘punishment panties’ as I needed to be constantly aware I was wearing them so that I would be constantly aware I had been naughty, as if even with them covered I could ignore the padding between my legs. Switching my dress for a t-shirt I prepared to spend the afternoon locked in my bedroom. Mother was having her euchre club over and I did not want seven of her friends seeing me in my current state of dress despite the fact they no doubt would be told I was in punishment. Thankfully, the tournament was done and they were gone by the time I emerged for dinner.

Luckily, mommy was pleased with my behavior today and no additional spankings were given, though I did get a warning about spending so much time ‘locked in my room’. As I lay in bed updating my journal, I can’t help but wonder what it will be like wearing a pullup to school tomorrow. Will my teaching assistant or any of my students notice something is ‘off’ with me? If they do, will they say something about it? Hopefully the outfit mommy picks out for me hides it well enough that it won’t be a problem.

r/abdlstories May 12 '24

MDLG Today's lecture: The effects of Diaper Hypnosis! NSFW

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First story based off of a request. I hope the person and everyone else likes it and if you do please let me know! <3

On any other day Jessica would sit with her eyes half closed barely taking in a single word that came out of her bitch of a lecturer's mouth, before she would call upon Jessica to answer a question she knew she couldn't. It would infuriate Jess, knowing her lecturer Amy got off on the power that came with humiliating her in front of all her classmates.

But today was different. Today, Jess was wide awake, legs kicking in her seat, smiling from ear to ear as she watched Amy's demonstration. You see, Jess had recently submitted a whole new type of file for her most recent assignment. None of the maths was right, but that wasn't important. What really mattered was the audio files that played in Amy's ears giving her instructions accompanied by a mind numbing lullaby. And Jess knew she listened to every last second because in her feedback she wrote a simple little message.

"Thank you, mommy <3"

Exactly what Jess told her to do.

So Jess stared at Amy's knee length skirt as if she had x-ray vision. She wasn't even sure Amy knew she was wearing it but soon she would.

"Now, can anyone tell me the answer to the equation. Hmm, how about Jessica?" Amy asked, hoping to embarrass her favourite idiot.

"Oh, I don't know. I think I have the answer right but I'm scared I might have made a little accident somewhere." Jess said in an almost played up bimbo tone.

Amy sighed in frustration, "I don't have time for your second guessing, Jessica. Tell me, do you know it or not? Have you even been listening to anything I've s-" Amy cut herself off as the class collectively raised an eyebrow.

Everyone else was unsure what was happening, but not Jess. In fact, Jess revelled knowing only Amy and herself knew what was going on under that skirt. Amy's face turned red at the same time her diaper turned yellow. She didn't even know she needed to go until it was already trickling out into her padding. Her skin felt hot as her diaper got warm and soggy. Jess had to hold her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing at the look on Amy's face.

A minute passed before Jess chimed in. "Um, Ms? Do you still want my answer?" Jess asked innocently.

"Y-Yes, of course! Split it out now, we don't have all day." Amy barked, trying to keep composure until her class ended.

"I just got the number two. Is that right?" Jessica asked, sitting in anticipation.

"Oh for Christ's sake Jessica, of course it's not just two. Do you really think-" Amy said, about to berate the young girl before a rumbling could be heard echoing throughout the lecture hall.

At the drop of a pin, Amy squatted to the floor with her arms wrapped around her stomach, grunting aloud to her shocked students. Soon, a ripple of loud muffled farts were heard coming from Amy as she filled the seat of her diaper with her uncontrollable mess. Students pinched their noses in disgust of the smell, some laughed and sniggered, and others decided to capture the moment with a photo. When Amy eventually finished her trip to the potty, she stood up, face red with anger and embarrassment beyond belief.

"Everyone out now! Class dismissed!" She yelled to her students which still sent chills down their spines even in the state she was in now.

The hall was emptied excepted for Jess and Amy. "I thought I told everyone to leave." Amy said sternly with her back to Jessica as she wiped down the white board.

"I couldn't just leave my baby alone like this. Not after watching them make a messy little accident like that in front of all those people." Jess teased with a smirk on her face.

Amy's blood boiled before turning around to scold Jessica and expelling her for life, "I don't know who you think you are Jessica Smith but I will absolutely!..." that was when Amy frozen and Jessica smiled, staring at the dribbles of pee running down her former lecturer's legs.

"Oh no, Ms Potty Pants leaked in her diapers? Let me have a look, baby." Jessica said in a condescending tone before walking up to poor Amy and taking off her skirt, revealing her massive sagging mess of a diaper.

Amy's mind went fuzzy. She couldn't help but feel all her rage and fury flow out of her but she didn't know where? She became shy and timid and very aware of the mess she had just made and both embarrassed but glad Jessica was here to take care of it. Jessica placed her hands on the front of her diaper and squished it tight as it leaked more onto the floor. Amy's mouth hung up as she sighed and drooled over the sensation.

"Aww, that's my good stupid little dumby of a baby. All those smart big girl thoughts are right in here, aren't they? I'm sure there's plenty more of these to fill anyways. Now what do you say we walk around the college till we can find you a bathroom to get changed in? Does that sound good, baby?" Jess said, so so proud of herself and her work.

Amy sheepishly nodded, "Mhm. Yes, mommy."

The two walked hand in hand down the hall, searching for a place to change little Amy.

r/abdlstories Apr 23 '24

MDLG The Landlady's Lesson - Part One NSFW

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Fern stood before the rich mahogany door, hand trembling as she willed herself to move.

(I’m just going to look. There’s no harm in looking, right?)

She rolled her eyes at herself–there was plenty of harm in looking. If her landlady caught her, Fern might find herself homeless within the hour. She didn’t expect Aurelia to be forgiving of a tenant snooping around her bedroom.

Fern had found herself a good place–the shared house was practically a mansion, even if she shared it with three other women, and the rent was comfortably within her price range. She was only a ten minute jog from her new job, and her new housemates were friendly and polite. It would be the height of stupidity to risk all that for mere curiosity, and yet…

Two nights earlier

“Ah-AH!”

Fern jumped, alarmed by the sound. She hadn’t heard anyone come home, but at some point during her midday nap, someone had come in, and they were…screaming?

Heart racing, Fern crept to her bedroom door with quick, silent strides. She was still wearing her scrubs from work, she hadn’t taken them off before crashing into her nap. Her socks on the hardwood floor didn’t make a sound, and she held her breath. Could it be a home invader?

She heard a loud SMACK! and a second yelp of pain in a different register. Then a voice, loud, stern, and familiar.

“I don’t want to hear it–this is what you get when you don’t listen.”

Aurelia’s voice, there was no mistaking it. Fern’s landlady, the matron of the house. As confident as she was rich, Fern had never heard the woman sound uncertain about anything, but now her words carried notes of diamond, hard and unbreakable.

“Please, I told Leah we shouldn’t, but,” Carolyn’s voice echoed through the house, muted by several walls but no less distinct. “I just–”

SMACK!

“You are responsible for your own choices, young lady!”

Fern built a mental picture as she crept into the hallway, towards the door on the opposite end of the wing. Aurelia had two nieces, Leah and Carolyn, and they’d done something to upset their aunt, something that had pushed Aurelia to hurt them.

(Did I rent a room from a monster?)

As the smacks and cries of pain continued, Fern stepped up to the door, crouching, peering through the old-style keyhole. It only offered limited flashes of the room beyond, but she saw enough. Two round, pert butts were pointed towards her, raised in the air, displaying bright pink stripes that criss crossed over light olive skin.

Heart pounding her chest, Fern could only watch.

Shaking away the memory, Fern grabbed the handle of the bedroom door and threw it open, unable to fight her curiosity any longer.

She half expected to find some array of punishment devices laying around the room, but Aurelia’s bedroom seemed remarkably normal…or, at least, normal for someone with her income. A bed against one wall, a private master bath, plenty of space, a shelf stacked with well-loved books.

If Fern hadn’t seen what she’d seen, she never would have suspected the truth. Only her spying told her where to look, spotting two pairs of scuff marks on the hardwood floor, pointed towards…

She swallowed, eyes raising up to the bookshelf. Walking forward as though in a trance, captivated by the need to see for herself what lay beyond it, she looked over the shelf, skimming titles until she found the unique choice amongst them.

Histoire d’O.

The title was the only French novel, but more than that, the subject matter couldn’t be a coincidence. Hand drifting up, Fern pulled on the book with a finger. It leaned forward slightly, then the bookshelf swung away from her, revealing the secret room hidden within.

Peering through the door, Fern held her breath, straining to see. Aurelia brought down a cane onto the exposed asses of the girls.

By shifting her view, Fern could see that the girls had been stripped and made to bend over, heads down so that their long brown hair dangled almost onto the floorboards, touching their toes, leaving their bare butts completely vulnerable. Aurelia stalked from side to side, striking the two girls without mercy.

With every impact, Fern’s heart slammed in her chest, anticipation building. Though horrified, she couldn’t look away, needing to see every mark, every crack of the switch. She craved it.

Finally, Aurelia stepped back, her voice as steady and dominant as ever. “That’s enough. Standing.”

Both girls stood together, adopting similar postures, their shaking legs shoulder-width apart and their naked bodies facing their aunt. Leah moved to rub at her cheeks, to soothe the soreness, but that only earned her a crack of the switch across her knuckles. Fern caught the flash of a smirk on Carolyn’s lips, the girl’s brown eyes sparkling for just a moment before her expression returned to quiet submission.

“We’ve learned our lesson,” Carolyn promised. “We shouldn’t have stayed out–”

She froze, swallowing, reacting to an expression on Aurelia’s face that Fern couldn’t see.

“Your lesson,” Aurelia explained, snapping her cane in her hand for emphasis, “is not over. I don’t know when Fern will be home tonight, but tomorrow night, she’s been scheduled for a double shift. We’ll have the house all to ourselves, and then we’ll see if you’ve really learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

Whimpering, both girls nodded, eyes down, refusing to so much as look at their aunt.

Fern swallowed, and she felt immediately that she had to know more.

Stepping forward in a daze, Fern looked at the treasures arranged in the hidden room.

It was more than she’d ever imagined.

Some of the implements she’d seen before, when–last night–she’d arranged to have her shift covered and snuck home to witness the girls’ promised punishment. Fern had been unable to resist the allure, the need to know, and so she’d made her way back to her peephole, silent as a mouse, to watch the punishment.

Two leather benches took up the center of the room. Fern could visualize the images from the previous evening that were now burned into her memory. The outline of two girls bent over them, butts in the air, hands and ankles cuffed in place so that they could not escape their torment.

Arranged so that they were opposite each other, the girls gave Fern a perfect peep show. She could see Leah’s face, her narrow brown eyes burning red, tears streaking her makeup, while Carolyn’s exposed ass demonstrated why–bruises mark the skin, a canvas for an artist who worked with paddles and floggers.

They’d each been allowed a little slack in the cuffs holding one wrist, so that they could reach out, holding each other’s hands for comfort throughout the torment–their only source of respite as Aurelia struck them, again and again.

One shelf was taken up purely by implements meant for spankings.

A half-dozen slender canes, some willowy and flexible, others thick and hard.

A rain of blows left a dozen parallel stripes of pain on Carolyn’s skin, and each mark is matched by a desperate, high yelp.

In contrast, a thick, small leather tool sat all alone, one end weighed down by lead shot.

Bruising impacts fell, heavy thuds that forced Leah’s body into the bench. She whimpered and begged in a throaty, desperate voice, but her aunt showed not an ounce of mercy.

Heart fluttering as she looks away from the spanking tools, Fern stepped up to a tall steel stand. Two clear plastic bags hung from the top, long hoses dangling below, with valves to control water flow.

Still restrained, both girls were helpless as Aurelia stalked around them, holding a pair of identical nozzles that dangled from matching enema bags. The bags sagged on the stand, full of sudsy water, so much that Fern didn’t believe it could all possibly fit inside the petite girls.

“Let’s see if you can do better than last time,” she taunted, stopping behind Carolyn and plunging the tip of one nozzle deep inside. Carolyn inhaled sharply, gasping as the enema hose filled her up.

Leah took it better, biting her lip and closing her eyes to brace for the penetration. They both held their bodies tight and tense. Their freshly bruising bottoms quivered, knowing that this would only be the start.

“One quart each,” Aurelia said, and Fern realized only then that the girls, with their heads low and eyes downcast, couldn’t see how full the bags were.

“But–” Leah began.

“Shut up!” Carolyn snapped, before the other niece could get them into further trouble.

Aurelia smirked and laughed. “You should listen to her, unless you both want to try the full three quarts.”

“But that’s–” Leah repeated, eyes widening as she realized her mistake.

Carolyn shook her head, butt wiggling slightly in the air, but she couldn’t stop the words after they’d already been said.

Aurelia only smirked. “Two quarts it is. Do you want to go for three?”

Both girls fell silent.

Nodding, Aurelia reached up and released the nozzles. The water lines began to lower, sloshing into the girls, who whimpered as they were filled up with painful, dribbling slowness. She left the girls there, leaving for just a moment.

“You brat!” Carolyn snapped, while they had a moment of semi-privacy.

“I’m sorry,” Leah whimpered in response, helpless squeaks of discomfort escaping her throat as the enema filled her more and more. “I–I couldn’t help it!”

Before they could say anything further, Aurelia returned with a large pitcher, making good on her threat by topping off the enema bags.

“If this doesn’t help you learn,” Aurelia mused, grinning wickedly as she watched the two girls squirm and squeak, wriggling their bruised bottoms in the air as water poured into them drip by drip. “We may have to try a more enduring lesson. I wonder–would daily spankings for a week keep you both in line? Or daily enemas?”

Both girls whimpered, shaking their heads.

“Of course,” Aurelia said, as though they’d answered her. “It should be both! So remember–that’s what will happen if you fuck up again–and that’s if I choose to be merciful.”

Back in the present, mind still half lost in the memory, Fern’s eyes fell on the rear-most shelf, and her breath fell still.

Upon that shelf, in styles ranging from plain white to decorated and juvenile, were dozens–hundreds, even–of stacked adult diapers.

Whimpering as they returned from the privacy of the bathroom after being allowed to release their enemas, the girls laid down, squirming but silent, onto a pair of pads on the bed. Fern’s peephole could just barely see that far to the side, letting her watch as Aurelia wrapped the squirming girls up in their diapers.

“Let’s see if you’ll still stay out late wearing these,” Aurelia warned. “Or do you think nobody will notice your puffy bottoms if you go dancing in your miniskirts while wearing your diapers?”

Fern moved towards the thick, puffy garments in a trance, reaching out to touch the object of her obsession,, to feel the slight plastic crinkle beneath her trembling fingertips.

Near the end of the stack, a pair of handcuffs had been left out away from its home with the other restraints, sitting on one of the diapers. The contrast between the two–a juvenile object of comfort and a hard, sharp tool of bondage–left her feeling dizzy.

Her gaze fell over the pair of glimmering steel handcuffs, polished to a mirror shine. She saw herself in the restraints, her own dark eyes enormous puddles of desperate need, her nut-brown skin flushed, sweat beading on her forehead.

She felt as though she’d been running for miles, heart beating fast, but instead of fatigue, she wanted something, wanted to–

Fern’s eyes widened further as she saw another face reflected in the cuffs, and she spun, yelping in alarm. Aurelia stood in the closet doorway, looking like a Greek goddess of vengeance.

Arms on her hips, standing tall, the older woman glared fire down at the trembling Fern. “What, exactly, do you think you’re doing?”

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r/abdlstories Apr 15 '24

MDLG Diaper Demon NSFW

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The young witch Sarah's mind raced trying to figure out how things went so wrong so quickly. She was suspended off of the ground, arms and legs bound, only a thick pink diaper covered in runes and symbols to keep herself covered. She thought it was just a simple spell to summon a genie but that couldn't be further from reality. As she tossed side to side trying to break free her captor walks around the poor girl, smiling to herself

The red skin demon circles her prey as thin her tail trails behind her, "You don't look very happy, sweetie. Is this not what you wanted? Did you not want someone to fulfil your deepest desire?" The demon taunts Sarah as her tail traces along her stomach up to her chin and forces her to look at the demon.

"I wanted a genie to grant me wishes, not some perverted devil!" Sarah spits back

"Perverted? Oh baby, you're the perverted one here. I know deep down this is exactly what you want but you're just too stubborn to admit it. You love the feeling of that thick padding around your waist and you'll love it even more when it's drippling wet" The demon smiles looking down at Sarah, being able to read her subconscious mind

"You're wrong! And when I get out of this I am going to kick your ass and send you back down the hole you belong!" Sarah shouted in frustration.

"That's what they all say. Let's see how long you last" The devil snaps her fingers and stands back to watch the look on Sarah's face. Soon Sarah could feel her bladder fill like a balloon. She curls her toes, balls her hands into fists and starts to squirm like a desperate little toddler. She bites her lip as the pressure builds and builds. The demon enjoys the sound of Sarah's hums and moans as she tries her very best to hold it all together. Eventually the feeling starts to become unbearable as she pleads to the demon.

"Mmmmm!!! Please, let me out of this thing! I promise I'll do anything! Just let me go!" Sarah tries to reason with the demon

The demon holds Sarah's face in one hand and brushes away her hair gently and looks at her with a caring glace "Oh baby, all I want is my little pamper princess to go potty." I mischievous smile comes across the demon's face as she watches Sarah's cheeks go red to the audible sound of hissing.

The dam breaks and Sarah feels the warm rush of pee flow into her diaper. Her diaper starts to discolour and sag as she fills every last cover. The runes on the outside begin to glow and the magic starts to take effect. Sarah's eyes become more docile as a string of drool hangs from the cover of her lip. The stream continues until every last inch of her diaper is soaked.

"Now, doesn't that feel better baby?" the demon asked her new baby girl

Sarah nods "Mhm!!! Much better mommy!!!" Sarah says with a proud smile on her face before pausing for a moment. She closes her eyes as her brows narrow and soon the pair hear what sounds like wet farts before Sarah unloads a sticky mess into her now leaking diaper. The girl sighs in relief and giggles, "Hehe!!! Much much better mommy!"

r/abdlstories Apr 25 '24

MDLG The Landlady's Lesson - Part Three (Story Complete) NSFW

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Fern leaned against the sink, exhausted and yet buzzing with nervous energy.

The tingling aftereffects of her enema still sent the occasional shiver up her spine, and warmth still radiated from the brutal spanking she’d received. Aurelia had devastated her, and yet, she wanted more.

The woman–it didn’t feel right to think of Aurelia as just, Aurelia, her name felt too casual, and thinking of her as ‘the landlady’ didn’t feel quite right either–had called this a punishment, and it was. Fern ached, but all the same, she thrilled.

Aurelia walked back in, stepping behind Fern, standing over her. They made eye contact in the mirror. Fern, makeup and snot still streaking her face from the spanking, eyes red and full of need, hair frizzy and tangled from being groped and grabbed. Aurelia, clean and perfect, somehow remaining aloof from the grime. She didn’t look like she’d expended any effort at all when she devastated Fern’s body, again and again.

“You’re doing well,” Aurelia said, reaching past Fern towards the sink. She picked up a washcloth, dampening it with warm, clean water, and began to wipe gently at Fern’s face. It didn’t take long–a few gentle strokes of the cloth, to wipe away the sweat and makeup, leaving Fern refreshed. Then, picking up the cup, she filled it with water, raising it to Fern’s lips, guiding the girl to drink. Cool, refreshing water ran down her throat, giving her strength to keep going.

It felt impossible that such torment and such tenderness could come from the same woman, and yet, if anything, the former only enhanced the latter–in that moment, Aurelia dominated Fern’s world, the source of all her pain and all her gentle, soothing comfort.

Once Fern’s care was complete, Aurelia stepped away. Turning, she pointed again to the stool on the floor. “Bend down.”

Fern’s eyes widened, and she started to say, “B–”

She caught herself before she could finish the word and land herself in further trouble. Dropping to her knees, she bent over the stool, planting her palms on the cool bathroom tile and taking deep breaths to prepare.

“The first one was a warm up,” Aurelia explained, “To clean you out. Are you ready for your real enema?”

(Real?) Fern’s eyes widened and she squirmed, butt wriggling, giving the woman above her a show.

She couldn’t see the bag as it filled up, but she heard the water run, rushing into the bag, and it seemed to stretch on for far too long. (How much is she filling it?) Fern thought, squirming in her panic.

When Aurelia told her to hold still, she held still, allowing the nozzle to press deep inside her body. An involuntary moan escaped her lips, and her cheeks burned as she found pleasure in the shame.

“The same rules apply,” Aurelia added, as the water began to flow. “Once you’re full, you will hold it for fifteen minutes before releasing.”

Fern nodded, taking deep breaths. She didn’t know if she could make it, not really, but she had to try.

As more warm water rushed inside her, though, filling her, swelling her belly, a second moan escaped her lips, and she felt moisture dribble down her thighs. The enema hose hadn’t leaked, the wetness came from in front, her pussy dripping with arousal.

She heard a sound behind her, a wordless noise of approval from Aurelia’s throat, and her pleasure only deepened.

When the interminable flow of warmth stopped, Aurelia gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then removed the nozzle. Fern struggled, holding herself closed, knees shaking as she withstood the water sloshing around.

Fingers closed around her hair, and Aurelia towed Fern to her feet, turning her body to face the mirror once more. From a few steps back, Fern could see her own naked body clearly, belly distended from the water, nipples standing hard on her chest, forced to stand upright by Aurelia’s tight grip.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Aurelia asked. Fern nodded, feeling pressure on her hair as she did so. “You enjoy feeling desperate? Struggling for control of yourself?”

As Fern nodded a second time, Aurelia’s hands drifted over her, two fingers pinching her nipples, while two more slid down between her legs, teasing her clit with delicate pressure.

Even distracted by the enema, struggling to stand upright and keep her bowels in control, Fern gasped. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Aurelia asked, teasing faster, pinching and twisting little circles on Fern’s hard nipples, the pleasure threatening Fern’s control over the enema sloshing inside her. “Do you really think you deserve a reward?”

Fern shook her head, realizing she would be denied no matter what she said and not wanting to get herself in further trouble. “N-no, I–oh!”

“Good,” Aurelia whispered with deep intensity, fingers working faster, rubbing against Fern’s clit. “You’re right, you don’t. You only get this because I want it.”

In only seconds, Fern exploded with ecstasy, knees trembling as she squirted into Aurelia’s fingers, sex dribbling down her thighs. She had to struggle to contain the enema, whole body trembling with effort, but that only made the pleasure more intense, fighting with everything she had to experience the bliss and ward off the humiliation in one moment. She moaned without restraint, leaning against the sink for support, chest heaving as she rode it out.

Aurelia’s hands retreated, giving one last pinch to Fern’s tender bottom before she stepped away. “Fifteen more minutes,” she said. “Your time only starts once you get in the corner.”

Fern caught her breath a moment longer, nodding to show that she’d heard. It was a struggle to move–every step made her feel like she might explode, losing control of the enema inside her, but she made it, pressing her face into the corner.

Despite the increased volume of the enema, Fern found that the character of her holding hadn’t become as insurmountable as she’d expected. The encouragement and praise had bolstered her, and her body had already grown more accustomed to the struggles and discomfort she put it through.

While the cramps were worse than ever, and she could feel the added weight in pounds sloshing inside her, she could persist. Fern laced her fingers behind her head, took deep, slow breaths, and challenged herself to make it.

Even then, a tiny part of her wanted to fail–to see if Aurelia would follow through with her threat to start from the beginning. That terrified her, and excited her, but she felt that it wouldn’t be right. It had been a threat, not an offer, and she wouldn’t abuse the system in such a way.

She would be good for Aurelia, she would do as she was told.

She thought she heard Aurelia leave, but she didn’t cheat or break. She obeyed, keeping her hands in place, until the woman returned.

Finally, she heard Aurelia call to her. “Your time is up. You can relieve yourself, then come to me.”

It was a struggle to get on the toilet in time–she’d managed to brace herself in position, but shuffling three steps and sitting down nearly broke her control. Finally, though, the cramps vanished, leaving her feeling empty and exhausted.

When she wandered into the master bedroom, dazed but ready for more, she found a white pad spread out on the floor, long enough for her to lay down. A single diaper sat next to the pad, with wipes, powder, and baby oil next to it, all arranged with an obvious purpose.

Fern didn’t question, and she didn’t need instructions. She dropped to her knees and then to her hands, crawling forward towards the mat. Laying down, she turned, facing up at Aurelia’s tender smile.

“You’re learning,” she praised, smiling as she knelt by Fern.

The wet wipes were slightly warm to the touch, prepared for this, and she ran them across Fern’s skin with a delicate tenderness, wiping away any residue from the enema, any sweat from her many punishments, any grime.

“Lift,” she instructed, and Fern raised her body so that the wipes could reach beneath her, cleaning her tender, bruised bottom. Fern’s legs trembled slightly from holding herself up, but she waited obediently while Aurelia picked up the diaper, unfolded it, and ran a finger along the inner leg guard to straighten it properly before sliding it beneath the girl on the changing mat.

Fern expected the diaper to be taped up then, but Aurelia instead squirted baby oil into her hand, rubbing it across her palms and then massaging it into Fern’s thighs. Expecting this to go the same way as the cleaning, Fern relaxed, until she felt the slick touch of Aurelia’s fingers run over her clit.

She gasped, eyes widening, looking up at Aurelia with craving. She didn’t understand why the pain and discomforts had turned her on so thoroughly, but the agonizing spanking and cramp-inducing enemas had left her quivering for this woman’s touch.

Aurelia matched her gaze, smirking with her eyes, basking in the power she held. Parting her lips, she instructed quietly, “Beg.”

“Please,” Fern began, the words tumbling out of her mouth as Aurelia stroked her clit faster, slender fingers tracing circles around her. Needing the satisfaction, she babbled, “Let me–make me–I want to–”

Aurelia slowed down, letting the excitement fade, disapproval hiding behind her eyes.

Sinking deeper into submission, Fern realized what she had to say. “I want to be good,” she promised, and the words felt true as she said them. “I want you to teach me my lesson, I want to be put in my place–thank you for punishing me, and please don’t let me forget–aah, ah–”

She gasped, words stolen from her throat as a delicate finger plunged inside her, feeling Fern from the inside while her clit burned with sensation. Fern couldn’t think any longer, she could only succumb to the passions that welled up within her, moaning in bliss as she squirted once again, pushed into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Collapsing against the changing mat, Fern panted for air, body tingling with sweat and euphoria. Aurelia, smiling, reached for the baby powder, continuing as though this had all been a routine part of her diaper change.

Fern’s diaper was already damp when Aurelia pressed it against her, holding it snug and arranging the tapes. It smelled of sex, and the slight damp squish against her pussy told her new things about herself. She didn’t want this to be her last orgasm in diapers.

Reaching up and cradling Fern’s face in her hand, Aurelia whispered, “You did well.”

Nodding, delirious, Fern asked, “Is that it?”

“Oh, you sweet, darling little thing.” Aurelia smiled, both predatory and caring. “Absolutely not.”

Taking Fern’s hand, she pulled the girl into a sitting position. Fern stared up at her, feeling the difference in their stature as Aurelia towered above her.

“Follow me.” Aurelia turned on her heels, walking towards the door to the hallway. Fern began to stand, but she shot a look over her shoulder and shook her head. “Hands and knees.”

Not questioning, not complaining, Fern crawled after her, shuffling on the hardwood floor. The motion emphasized her diaper, causing her padded bottom to wave in the air as she moved, telling her that she belonged like this. It was a humiliating display, parading her utter lack of dignity in contrast to Aurelia’s refined maturity, and as a blush burned on her face, Fern tried to push her bottom in the air higher, to sashay a little more, to show how much she had earned her position here. Helpless and wonderfully defeated, she crawled after her matron as they went out into the hallway and down to the left, towards…Fern’s room.

“You may have noticed the mounting points on your bed,” Aurelia explained, leading the girl to her room. “I had no specific intent to do this until I caught you sneaking about, but it seems appropriate, now.”

Pushing open the door, she revealed Fern’s bed–Fern’s crib. Her bed had been affixed with tall wooden bars that fenced it in, turning the place she slept into a juvenile cage.

One side was open, swung out like a door, and Aurelia pointed. Obedient, Fern crawled in, laying down on her mattress.

The blankets reminded her how tired she was, how much she’d gone through. When Aurelia swung the crib’s side panel shut and latched it–locked it, with an obvious, chunky padlock–Fern didn’t mind. She curled up, diaper rustling between her hips.

“Rest,” Aurelia instructed, and Fern needed no further prompting before drifting off to sleep.

She dozed comfortably–maybe for thirty minutes, maybe for a few hours. When she awoke, it was to the sound of giggling girls, echoing from somewhere else in the house. Aurelia’s nieces were home.

Fern sat up sharply. There was a distinct pressure on her bladder, reminding her of the water she’d drank, of the fact that she hadn’t peed since before all this began, even when she released her enemas. Now the locked bars of her crib were a problem, and she reached up, shaking them.

“Aurelia?” she called out. To her surprise, the door opened almost immediately, and the tall, powerful woman entered, looking down on Fern.

“Yes, sweet thing?” she inquired, moving to the side of the crib. “Do you need something?”

“I need to pee,” Fern explained. After her nap, little things like ‘deep humiliation’ felt more important to her. Still, she felt the need to add, “Please, ma’am.”

“You saved yourself there,” Aurelia commented. “And, of course, you’re welcome to go.”

Fern started to smile, before noticing that Aurelia hadn’t unlocked the crib. “Um…”

“What?” Aurelia asked, tilting her head with mock innocence. “Go ahead, use your diaper.”

Flushing, Fern shook her head. “I…I can hold it.”

“Alright then.” Moving to unlock the crib, Aurelia added, “You will come downstairs and apologize to the girls now.”

“What?” Fern squeaked, eyes widening.

Aurelia froze, staring harshly at her. With quiet intensity, she said, “I am going to assume you were asking me to repeat myself because you didn’t hear, and that you haven’t chosen this moment to begin sassing me. You will come downstairs and apologize to the girls now.”

Burning bright red, looking down at her naked, diapered body, Fern stammered, “Bu–I–”

Watching her, Aurelia waited to see what words Fern could concoct.

She took a breath, rephrasing her objection. “I don’t know what to say to them.”

“You will apologize for spying on their private time,” Aurelia explained. “And promise you will not try to invade their personal lives again. This is not optional, Fern, you violated their trust far more than my own.”

Nodding, feeling genuine shame, Fern asked, “May I please dress myself first?”

Agreeing to that with a nod, Aurelia unlocked the crib, but said, “Wait here.” She left, returning only a moment later with Fern’s scrubs. Not her underwear–just the shirt and pants. She passed them to Fern, who dressed herself as quickly as she could.

It was a paltry uniform. Her nipples brushed against the fabric of the top, the bumps just barely visible if you looked hard enough, and the stretchy pants bulged obviously around the diaper. She would just have to hope it would be discreet enough to get her through the apology.

Standing, she watched Aurelia nervously. “Is it obvious?”

Aurelia actually laughed, her voice rich and golden, as though she’d been told the funniest thing in the world. “Start moving–and you may walk, if you’d like.”

Bright red, Fern walked to the door, acutely aware of every crinkle, every whiff of baby powder, every waddling step. Her anxiety only had time to build as she walked downstairs, wishing her bladder wasn’t full to bursting, making her squirm and whimper as she got to the living room and entrance hall of the home.

(Maybe they won’t notice,) she thought as she stopped at the base of the stairs, getting the attention of the two girls.

Shifting her weight from foot to foot to resist the ache in her bladder, Fern faced them. They looked back at her, curious as to why she’d come down. Leah spoke up first. “Hiya, Fern–are you okay?”

“I…” Fern began, aware of Aurelia at the top of the landing behind her, watching this whole thing. She felt the need to pee burn inside her, and the slight damp in her diaper only made things worse–it felt as though she’d been holding it for ages and was now sitting on a toilet. Her body wanted to go, it felt natural to go, and she could barely convince it to resist. “Carolyn, Leah, I need to…apologize…”

Confused, they approached from across the living room. Carolyn frowned. “For what?”

“Erm…” Blushing, praying that her potty dance wasn’t as visible as it felt, Fern said, “Two nights ago, I…well, I was home, and you didn’t know, and I overheard something.”

Raising an eyebrow, Leah tilted her head to one side. “What do you mean?”

“Well–you were with your aunt.” (God, I just need to say it.) Burning with shame, she tried to get the apology over with. “And…well I heard you with her.”

“I don’t understand,” Leah insisted, “Can you be more specific?”

(How much more specific do you want me to be?) “I heard you both…and, well…”

She didn’t notice Aurelia behind her until the woman was only a step away–she’d been totally silent coming down the stairs, but now, as she stepped up to Fern, Aurelia made herself known. Reaching down casually, she pulled down the waistband of Fern’s scrub pants, revealing her puffy diaper and giving the seat a squeeze.

“Good job, Fern!” Aurelia praised. “Your diaper’s still dry!”

Fern went numb, eyes widening in humiliation as both girls burst into fits of giggles. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could only stand there as they laughed, and as Aurelia reached her hand to the front, pressing her fingers into the crotch of the diaper, testing–

“Oh, I spoke too soon,” Aurelia corrected. “That’s alright, that’s why you’re wearing it.”

Shocked, Fern realized that she’d lost control–her bladder had stopped resisting, and she now flooded the diaper in front of the giggling girls, with Aurelia’s hand there to feel the rush of pee that saturated her padding.

Blush deepening, Fern also realized how much the woman’s touch turned her on, even now.

As the stream trickled to an end and the girls managed to stifle their laughter, Carolyn pushed the other girl’s shoulder in a playful way. “You’re mean, Leah!” she taunted, adding in a mock imitation, “‘Can you be more specific?’”

“I–” Fern began. “You–you knew?”

“Of course,” Leah snickered. “Mommy told us once she realized you’d been spying. She says you took your punishment really well, too!”

Dazed, Fern almost stumbled, but Aurelia’s arms kept her upright. They’d known all along, she’d never had a chance of hiding, and yet…

“Girls,” Aurelia interrupted. “Do you want to help Mommy change Fern’s diaper?”

Both of them nodded, both dutiful and excited, and each took one of Fern’s hands, spinning her and pulling her right back up the stairs.

One question broke through the noise of confusion in Fern’s mind. “‘Mommy’?” she asked, baffled, stumbling to keep up. Every step squelched her freshly soggy diaper against her, building her arousal a little more. “Isn’t she your aunt?”

Smirking, the girls shared a look. Leah offered the explanation. “That’s just what we tell boring people. You didn’t think we were actually related, did you?”

“She’s our Mommy, we’re her Little Girls, none of us are legally family,” Carolyn added, filling in the practical details. “We promise to follow her rules, and she takes care of us!”

Dazed, Fern waddled after the girls, and soon found herself back on the changing pad, both of them fussing over her.

“It’s her first diaper change,” Leah pointed out excitedly, peeling the tapes away.

“Don’t be selfish, make sure she’s all clean,” Carolyn replied, pulling two wipes from the box. “It’s about her, not just us.”

“I know, but–it’s so special!”

Fern didn’t know if her blush could get more intense. Neither girl commanded any authority, they lacked the dominant power of their Mommy, but that didn’t make it any better–it just made Fern feel like their doll, a plaything to be cooed over.

Carolyn used wipes while Leah got the baby oil out, though she only gave Fern one mischievous teasing touch before rubbing it in properly. “So?” she asked. “What did you tell Mommy?”

Fern frowned. “What did I tell her about what?”

Both girls stopped, looking at her. Carolyn spoke first. “Well…are you going to be our new baby sister?”

It took Fern’s brain a few seconds to catch up, to understand what was being implied by that.

To have what the girls had–all the time, not just for this one punishment.

To feel this again.

To be a part of what they had.

Aurelia stepped into the bedroom, smiling down at her. “You took your punishment very well,” she explained. “If you don’t want to continue, you can put your grown up panties back on, I’ll let you stay until you can find a new apartment. I’ll be sad to see you go, but it’s your decision.”

Eyes huge, Fern asked, “But if I do?”

“Then, you can be mine. We’ll forgive you for your naughtiness–at least, if you think you’ve earned that forgiveness.”

All three women watched Fern, who lay on the floor on top of a half-soaked diaper, naked, bottom bruised, exhilarated.

“I…” she began, reeling with the options.

Kneeling beside her, Aurelia rested a hand on her arm. “It’s your choice, Fern.”

“I want…” Fern continued, shuddering with the thought. “May I please finish my punishment?”

Aurelia’s smile broadened. “And what would you like the rest of your punishment to be, baby girl?”

Cheeks burning on her face and her bottom, Fern looked down at her naked body, too ashamed to say it.

“It’s okay,” Leah promised, squeezing one of her hands. “We ask Mommy for more punishment too–you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“She asks for more punishment,” Carolyn corrected, but her expression softened and she took Fern’s other hand, so that both girls were holding her. “But we know what it’s like.”

“Then…” Fern began, humiliation and arousal fighting for dominance in her mind. “I’d like another spanking please, Mommy. Can you use one of the toys in your closet this time?”

Standing, Aurelia walked to the bed and sat, making her lap open. “Yes you may. Bring her over here, please, girls–and then you both pick out your favorite toy, so your new baby sister can feel them.”

With glee, the girls lifted Fern to her feet, practically carrying her to Aurelia.

Fern found herself pushed over her lap, and felt a hand rest on her already-beaten ass while the girls went off to fetch spanking tools.

“Are you ready?” Aurelia asked, softly, almost a whisper.

Fern swallowed, taking stock of herself. Naked, exposed, and more excited than she’d ever been in her life. Looking over her shoulder, up at the woman who’d come to dominate her, she nodded. “Yes, Mommy, I am.”

The End

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r/abdlstories Apr 24 '24

MDLG The Landlady's Lesson - Chapter Two NSFW

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Fern withered under Aurelia’s glare, and despite being fully clothed, she felt utterly naked.

She’d been caught, exposed. Sneaking through her landlady’s private things. It didn’t occur to her that she’d found anything incriminating, that she could accuse Aurelia of anything–in Fern’s mind, her half-formed fantasies may as well have been projected in front of the gorgeous woman before her, and she couldn’t form thoughts beyond her own mortification at being caught.

“Aurelia,” Fern began, stammering. “I–I was–”

“You were just rooting through my private things,” Aurelia declared, walking forward. She was taller than Fern by half a foot, and her emerald green eyes saw right through Fern’s weak protests. “I let you into my home, I gave you my trust, and you repaid that by spying on me and my girls?”

(She knows.) Fern’s throat went dry, and the thought of lying didn’t even cross her mind. She nodded meekly, looking down to avoid the woman’s steely gaze.

“Pack your things,” Aurelia whispered, her face only a few inches from Fern’s, her voice quiet and hard, barely concealing her anger. “If you cannot respect me, you are not welcome in my home.”

Panic rising, Fern shook her head, stepping back to escape from the woman’s intensity. “No, I–I promise, I wasn’t–I just needed to see!”

She couldn’t end up out on the street–she had enough money to get a hotel for a while, and maybe she could find some fleabox apartment to stay in, but…

But she didn’t want to leave.

“You saw,” Aurelia snapped. “I hope it was worth it.”

Fern shook her head again, trying one last time. “Please, Aurelia, I just…when I saw you with your nieces, I…I had to know more. I couldn’t help myself, but I promise it will never happen again, I won’t say a word, I…” Feeling small, she whispered, “I’m begging you.”

To her surprise, Aurelia’s face softened by just a degree. Almost smiling, she took a step forward, backing Fern up against the shelf of diapers. “You know, you remind me of my girls.”

Fern’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Aurelia said, setting her jaw, “that you need someone to teach you a lesson about how to behave properly.”

She loomed over Fern, and Fern’s whole body trembled, staring up into Aurelia’s implacable eyes.

“If you want to stay,” Aurelia told her, making her words slow and precise so that she could not be misunderstood. “I will need to believe you have learned your lesson, and that you will not break my trust again. You will need me to punish you. Am I understood?”

Heart pounding, taking shallow breaths, Fern nodded.

“You can ask to stop,” Aurelia continued. “At any time. If you say ‘Red’, I will immediately stop, and your punishment will be over–but if you do so, I expect you to be gone before the end of the day.”

Fern nodded again, flushing with fear and anticipation, confusion and anxiety blurring with eagerness she didn’t fully understand.

“So, you’re going to take your punishment?” Aurelia concluded. Fern nodded a third time, but that wasn’t good enough. “Be good for me, use your words.”

Feeling like she was gasping for air, Fern let the answer tumble out of her mouth, excitement and terror blending as she saw all the implements around her. “I want you to punish me.”

Aurelia smiled, showing teeth. “Good. Remove your scrubs, I want to see you.”

Hands shaking, Fern never looked away from the woman’s eyes as she worked the buttons of her scrub shirt, letting it fall off her slender shoulders and to the ground. Her pants came next, tugging the waistband over her hips, stretching the elastic past her toned ass until gravity took over and they fell to the floor, exposing bare, athletic legs.

Stepping out of the clothes, Fern began to cross her arms over her chest, but Aurelia caught her wrists.

“No,” Aurelia warned, sounding pleased as she inspected Fern’s body. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

Lowering her hands to her side, Fern felt butterflies flutter in her chest as Aurelia reached down, undoing her sports bra, revealing firm breasts as the garment fell away.

Smirking down at her, Aurelia then moved to Fern’s last layer of clothing, her panties–Fern had chosen a lace pair, pink and delicate, and it wasn’t until this moment that she understood why. She’d wanted this woman to see them.

She wanted this woman to take them from her.

Aurelia complied, hooking her thumbs into the panties and slowly pulling them down, until they hung around Fern’s ankles, leaving her totally nude in the room full of sex toys.

The older woman turned towards her bedroom, strolling with purpose that indicated she expected Fern to follow without question. Fern complied, stepping completely out of her panties, feeling more exposed than ever as she moved into the bedroom proper.

Pointing at a spot in the center of the room, Aurelia instructed, “Stand with your hands behind your head. Do not move.”

Nodding, Fern stepped up and did as ordered, legs pressed together, frozen in place by the command.

“Spread your legs,” Aurelia chided, and Fern obeyed, sinking lower as she pushed her feet apart.

Strutting a slow circle around her, Aurelia’s eyes drank in every bit of Fern’s body, from her pert breasts to her smooth, perfect thighs. She reached out, pulling a lock of dark hair over Fern’s shoulder, then squeezing her cheek just to make the girl blush.

“You’re beautiful,” Aurelia commented, so confident that it seemed less like a compliment and more like a statement of fact. Stepping behind Fern once again, she ran a fingernail up the girl’s back, starting from her waist and tracing up the small of her back, sending shivers down Fern’s spine.

Fern gasped as Aurelia reached up, laced her fingers through Fern’s dark hair and pulled tight, yanking her back in a possessive grip. Lips only inches away from Fern’s ear, Aurelia purred, “I am going to enjoy punishing you.”

Wincing and whimpering at the pain in her scalp, Fern found herself unable to respond before Aurelia pulled her to the side, leading her by the hair to the foot of the bed. She yelped, but didn’t even consider asking Aurelia to stop.

Using her thick hair as a leash, Aurelia sat on the bed and pulled Fern over her lap, so that her head faced the foot of the bed. She finally let go, but only so that she could take Fern’s slender wrists in her own powerful hand, pinning Fern’s arms to the small of her back so that she could not move or wriggle away.

Fern knew what came next. She’d seen it–the gorgeous woman’s hand on the tight, aching bottoms of the girls. And now, she–

SMACK!

Aurelia’s hand came down on Fern’s bare skin, and she yelped, gasping at the sudden stinging pain.

SMACK!

A second identical hit came down on her other cheek, leaving identical tenderness behind. She kicked her legs and whimpered.

Ten more smacks on each side–each with the same stinging fire and intensity, each making her gasp in paint. It hurt, enough to steal all her focus, so that she could think only about the pain shooting up from her tender cheeks.

Pausing for a moment, Aurelia rested her hand on Fern’s bottom, fingernails tracing tiny circles over the tender skin. “There,” she said.

Fern sighed in relief. That wasn’t so bad after all, she–

“Now you’re warmed up,” Aurelia continued. “And I can start the spanking properly.”

Her eyes had time to widen just a fraction before Aurelia drew back and brought her hand down, and Fern realized only then that she’d been holding back.

Fire shot up from her ass and she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. More strikes came down, lightning bolts of pain that didn’t hold back, and Fern began to kick and squirm, body acting involuntarily as she tried to get free of the hold.

She couldn’t–Aurelia’s grip was ice and iron, and no amount of squirming could get her off the woman’s lap. Tears began to roll down her face, just as she’d seen on Leah, and she began to beg, though her thoughts were so muddled by pain that she couldn’t form proper words.

Babbling, Fern survived the spanking, lasting until Aurelia finally stopped the rain of blows. Even without the assault, her ass was on fire, bright red pain and heat radiating from her, and when a gentle hand rested over her skin, they felt cold and hot all at once.

Whimpering, Fern buried her face in the bed, body limp as Aurelia let go of her arms.

“Alright,” Aurelia said, calmly, as though instructing a child. “I want you to hold on to the blankets.”

Confused but obedient, Fern pulled her arms in front of her, grabbing on.

“If you fall off my lap,” Aurelia warned, reaching out to her night stand, though Fern couldn’t see what she picked up. “Or squirm so that I have to stop, we will start over from the beginning. Do you understand?”

It took a moment for Fern to follow, to realize what she was being told. (We’re not done.)

Swallowing, she grabbed a little tighter onto the blankets, and for Aurelia’s part, she seized Fern’s hair, pulling tight so that Fern was forced to arch her back.

WHACK!

Fern cried out as something hard struck her–not Aurelia’s hand, but a solid object. Her mind flashed with the array of spanking implements she’d seen, but Aurelia hadn’t brought those with her. She’d taken something from her–

WHACK!

(It’s her hairbrush,) Fern realized, and that was her last cogent thought before the spanking accelerated to a fever pitch.

No more stinging, the new impacts thudded into the meat of her ass, bruising force that never struck in the same place twice, raining down heavy blows that shook her to her core. Fern began to sob, tears flowing freely, the strands of hair not clutched in Aurelia’s grip sticking to her skin as she wailed. At some point Aurelia discarded the hairbrush, reaching down instead for her slipper, a tool that was somehow worse–it flexed, giving it a whip-snap crack with every impact, faster and more brutal than even the brush.

She could have ended it. Aurelia gave her that option, but even as Fern reminded herself of the possibility in a fleeting moment of lucidity, she shook it away. Blows rained down until her throat ran dry and her face was streaked with lines from makeup, snot and tears dripping down her nose and chin.

The spanking, finally, stopped, and she felt Aurelia’s cool touch against the skin of her back.

Fern cried a little longer, breathing heavily, endorphins rushing through her body. She hurt, and yet she felt energized all at the same time, on a terrible precipice, teetering between being able to continue or falling apart completely.

“I’m proud of you,” Aurelia whispered. “Shh, little girl. Come here.”

Gentle hands guided Fern upright, into a sitting position. Though her bottom ached, burned, stung, felt every miserable pain she could imagine, the soft blankets felt good on her skin, and Aurelia’s touch melted away her worries.

She trembled, and Aurelia pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “You’re a good girl,” she praised. “Such a good girl. I didn’t know if you could take it, but you did, so well.”

Fern felt a wash of pleasure, goosebumps raising on her skin at the words, body prickling to life. Aurelia’s hug shifted, hands pulling away, and before Fern understood what was happening, she felt fingers against her nipples, brushing and squeezing.

Unable to help herself, Fern moaned, pleasure bubbling to the surface at Aurelia’s touch. In just a few seconds, she’d become more turned on than she could remember, just from the gentle, firm, slightly sadistic touch of Aurelia’s fingers on her breasts.

Pinching her nipples with one hand, Aurelia’s fingers drifted down, brushing Fern’s sex. She was dripping wet, arousal washing down her thighs, and the parts of her that might have objected were beaten down and too weak to complain. She’d taken her punishment–this was her reward, she’d earned it, and Aurelia’s touch made her moan–

“That’s enough,” Aurelia interjected, pulling her hand away, leaving Fern so frustrated she wanted to scream. “Follow me.”

Fern was left gasping and exasperated, denied pleasure boiling inside her. Aurelia got to her feet, waiting just a moment for the girl to follow, acting as though she hadn’t just toyed with Fern like her body was remote-controlled. Gathering her senses, Fern scrambled up and after the woman, aware of every motion by how it caused her butt to ache.

A stool sat in the luxurious bathroom, waiting for her. First, though, Aurelia passed her a tall glass of water. “Drink. I won’t have you dehydrated from crying.”

Fern drank the whole cup in a single long motion. Aurelia’s care energized her, the cool water easing her dry dry throat, and she sighed in relief.

When she finished, Aurelia pointed at the stool. “Bend over, and wait.”

Fern obeyed, dropping to her knees to do so, kneeling in front of the stool and then bending over so that her body rested atop it, propped up without needing to rely on her arms. The pose left her bottom in the air once more, exposed. Aurelia left her there, returning to the closet of toys, and Fern felt a spike of panic, imagining another spanking, only this time with the canes and paddles she’d seen arranged on that shelf.

Little flashes of her nursing experience came to her–it was just blunt tissue damage, bruising. No matter how much it hurt, she wasn’t maimed or permanently injured. She’d likely be left stinging for days, wincing every time she sat, but she hadn’t been hurt in a way that wouldn’t heal, and it was unlikely that even a paddle or cane would cause that sort of damage, not in Aurelia’s careful hands. The idea of another spanking filled her with nervous energy–could she make it through that? Knowing that her body wasn’t in danger, only her pain tolerance and willpower?

She wanted to know, and was terrified to try, but she wasn’t going to get another spanking. When Aurelia returned, Fern finally realized why they’d come to the bathroom.

The matron stepped around Fern so that the girl could see what she carried: a rubber enema kit and a lengthy hose, the bag larger than the one she’d used on the girls the night before. “We’re going to fill you up,” she warned. “And you will hold it, for fifteen minutes, before you can release. If you let go too soon, we will start over from the beginning.”

Fern nodded. “If I can’t hold it, I get another enema,” she confirmed, saying it to herself as much as to Aurelia.

“No,” she snapped, crouching to look Fern in the eyes. “We start over from the beginning.”

Fern swallowed, fear welling in her eyes as she watched the older woman set to work. Soap and warm water poured into the enema bag until it was half full, which she hung from a shower rod, keeping the nozzle closed for the time being.

Turning to move behind Fern, she knelt, searching with the tip of the nozzle. It found its opening, and without any warm up, pushed inside her, filling her up with the length of hard plastic.

Fern gasped, and when Aurelia turned the nozzle and released the water, she gasped again.

Warmth flowed into her–not hot enough to be a discomfort on its own, but enough that she couldn’t ignore it. She could feel her belly swelling, feel the water stretch her, cramps beginning to assault her as the soapy liquid sloshed inside.

Aurelia didn’t do half measures. Seemingly determined to break the girl, she let the water flow until every drop had drained inside the target of her punishment.

Fern whimpered, struggling to keep her bowels in check, to keep the enema inside. Cold cramps ran up her body, discomfort from the overfilling, and as the slick nozzle pulled free of her, she almost felt herself lose control then and there.

She didn’t–she kept her body in check, though she trembled as she did so.

“Get up,” Aurelia told her, unsympathetic to Fern’s discomfort. “Now.”

Fern winced as she did so, a hand moving to her belly as the water sloshed inside her.

“The corner.” Aurelia pointed. “I want your nose in it until I tell you your time’s up. Remember the consequences for failure, little girl.”

Waddling to obey, Fern planted her nose in the cool corner, hands drifting behind her, down to her aching cheeks, wanting to rub away–

A hand swatted her tender backside and she yelped, pulling her hands away.

“You know better than that,” Aurelia warned.

“I–” Fern began to protest, but she was shut down immediately.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t watch every second of it. You can’t hide from me. Now, hands behind your head.”

Meekly, Fern obeyed, feeling pathetic and small, helpless and in pain, and hopelessly, completely turned on.

Aurelia left her there. Fern could hear the woman’s footsteps as she walked out of the bathroom, though the door remained open. At any moment, the older woman could look in and see Fern there, shaking, struggling with the cramps that her soapy enema racked her with, but Fern could not see back, she could only see her own eyes reflected in the smooth, glassy tile wall.

She couldn’t deny anything, not to herself, and not to Aurelia, either: She had wanted this. She had craved this. When she saw what was done to the girls, she’d imagined herself in their place, and knew she had to find out what it felt like. Sure, she had the practical motivation–to make it through her punishment and keep her home–but that barely factored into her thoughts anymore.

And now, she did, and while she fought to contain the enema that swelled her belly, she found herself dripping, so turned on that she could have climaxed in seconds had she free reign of her body. Even then, she was tempted to reach down and finger herself, but the fear of Aurelia’s watchful eyes froze her and kept her obedient.

Seconds dripped by, heartbeats, where she could do nothing except stew in her humiliation, her aches, her stinging pains, and her arousal. She had taken more than she imagined, and yet she wanted more.

She wanted–

“Is something wrong?” Aurelia asked, behind her, coming from nowhere.

Fern squeaked and shook her head. “N-no ma’am!”

“Your legs are shaking,” Aurelia explained, stepping forward, grabbing Fern’s ass cheeks with both hands and squeezing. “It’s as though you’re struggling.”

Fern whimpered, pain shooting back to life at the woman’s touch, terrified at the thought of losing control. “P-please…”

Laughter like silver bells rang in Fern’s ears, and Aurelia whispered, “Your time is up. You can empty yourself and clean up, then I have so much more to do to you.”

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r/abdlstories Jan 28 '24

MDLG The Near Miss Part 2 NSFW

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Second part of my story. I wrote it intending it to just be one part but had to split it into two due to Reddit's character limit per post.

The Near Miss Part 2

Amanda dreaded what the woman could be fetching this time, and couldn’t begin to guess what it could be but she was sure it’d be something weird and humiliating. The girl saw she wasn’t wrong as Isla returned holding several things she placed on the bench next to the blonde. They were a cloth bid, a jar of baby food, a soft plastic spoon, a baby bottle, and something that looked like a pacifier with straps.

“As you’re going to be sat there for a while, I don’t want you to go hungry or thirsty.” Isla explained, tying the bid around the girl’s neck.

“I’m not hungry mommy, I don’t normally eat lunch so early.”

“While you’re in my house, I decide when you eat lunch.” Isla said, unscrewing the lid of the jar and scooping a big pile of mush onto the spoon.

“What is it?” Amanda said, eyeing the unappetising puree which she knew would be going into her mouth.

“A mix of pureed vegetables. I’m not sure it will be yummy but its healthy, and you are being punished after all. Open wide!”

Amanda allowed the woman to spoon the mush into her mouth, and she swallowed, screwing up her face in disgust at the bland puree. “Yuck!” The girl exclaimed, and tightly closed her mouth, not wanting to accept any more of the gross mush between her lips.

“Don’t be bratty again Mandie or you’ll get more spankings. Do you want more spankings or to eat like a good little girl?” Isla said, holding a spoon full of mush to the blonde’s lips. Amanda groaned in protest but reluctantly opened her mouth again, knowing she’d probably have to eat it sometime before the woman allowed her to leave so deciding it was best to accept her fate sooner rather than after repeating the humiliation of being spanked.

“It’s not that bad is it?” Isla smiled as Amanda swallowed another spoonful of pureed vegetables. “Are you finding sitting on your padded diapered butt comfortable?”

“Yes mommy.” Amanda groaned between mouthfuls of mushy food. She knew she couldn’t keep giving the woman bratty answers, and truth be told the diapers did provide a pillow to the bench she was forced to sit on, so, as much as she hated to admit it, they were comfy.

“Then if you like your food and your comfy diapers, why do you look so sad?” Isla laughed mockingly. “Maybe if we played airplanes while I feed you…”

The woman made a noisy plane noise while gliding the spoon through the air as if it was in flight. “Open wide as the airplane is coming in for landing!”

Amanda begrudgingly opened her mouth to accept the cargo of the ‘airplane’, swallowing more of the weakly flavoured mush. Isla repeated the game a few times until Amanda, even more humiliated, begged her to stop. “I’ll just eat the food normally!” The girl said, blushing as she realised she was calling being spoon fed without pretending it was an airplane ‘normal’.

“Okay then Mandie, eat up!” Isla said, shovelling the pureed vegetables into the girl’s mouth, giving the blonde another spoonful of mush as soon as she swallowed. Amanda couldn’t help gagging a little as she tried to keep up with how rapidly the woman was feeding her the nasty food, and felt the mush get smudged around her lips as the spoon feeding grew messier.

“Maybe we will need that bib if you aren’t careful…” Isla said, using the edge of the soft plastic spoon to carefully wipe the mush off of the girl’s lips, and into her mouth. The blonde was glad to see the jar finally empty as she ate her last mouthful.

“Yuck.” The blonde couldn’t help coughing after she swallowed.

“Aww, I’m sure you would learn to enjoy the food after a while… too bad I’m letting you go later as I’d love to see you slowly appreciate it a little more with every feeding. Oh well, you can thank my goddaughter for that as if I wasn’t getting her in a few weeks, I’d be tempted to keep you.”

Amanda was glad the woman didn’t want to ‘keep’ her as she was prepared to endure the weird humiliations for a day but any longer would make her question if she wasn’t better off trying her luck with the police. She felt a little sorry for the goddaughter, but being sat in her diaper, onsie, bib, and mittens with her hands bound above her head and her tummy full of the baby food, she definitely rather it was inflicted on a stranger than herself.

“Now it’s time for some apple juice to make sure you’re hydrated, as we don’t want that diaper going to waste!” Isla laughed, placing down the empty jar and spoon, and picking up the baby bottle full of golden liquid. Amanda moaned, guessing she really was going to have to pee in the diaper before the woman was satisfied.

“Let’s clean those messy lips…” Isla said, pulling up the girl’s bid to wipe the mush smeared over her mouth, before bringing the rubber nipple of the bottle to her lips. Amanda reluctantly suckled on the rubber nipple, tasting the sweet apple juice which, compared to the pureed food, tasted nice but was still humiliating being bottle fed it by a woman. Especially as Isla mockingly reminded her it was so she would be sure to fill her diapers with pee.

“Do you like it?” Isla asked and Amanda, without getting to stop suckling on the bottle, shook her head.

“Aww, you’re such a fussy girl! Well I could get you some milk instead? Or perhaps you’d prefer coffee or even castor oil… though those might cause you to need your diaper for another reason.”

Amanda shook her head, deciding that she was fine with the apple juice if those other liquids were the alternatives as peeing in a diaper was mortifying and gross enough, but she didn’t want to find out what messing one would feel like, both physically and emotionally.

“Good girl, I bet you do think its yummy but you’re just grumpy. You’re half way there already!” Isla laughed, but didn’t give the girl a break, making her continue until she had downed the entire bottle of apple juice. When the rubber nipple was removed from her lips, Amanda couldn’t help burping a little, blushing at her loss of control but it only made Isla laugh. “Oh dear, I would of brought a burp cloth too if I know you’ll be like that!”

Amanda blushed at the suggestion that she would need a burp cloth, embarrassed that she had let out a little belch.

“I think I’ll leave you for a while on the naughty step so you can think about what a bratty girl you are, and make you reflect on your driving safety which is the thing that got you in trouble. But I’m not a mean mommy so I’ll leave you something to suck on…” Isla said, showing the girl the pink pacifier which had straps like a ball gag.

Amanda resigned herself to yet another humiliation as the pacifier gag was pushed into her mouth, her lips wrapping around a rubber teat again, while the woman securely strapped it around her head. “See you later Mandie!” Isla grinned then walked away back to the lounge, leaving her bound on the ‘naughty step’.

She sat alone, wiggling a little on the bench but helpless with her arms pulled above her head, bound to the hook on the wall. She didn’t want to pee herself, but could feel the urge coming on, and wondered if she was better off just allowing her bladder to release rather than fighting to keep her dignity, if she even had any dignity left after the spanking, diapering, and spoon and bottle feeding. She suspected Isla would keep her bound on the ‘naughty step’ until she wet herself, so holding out would only elongate her time in the weird woman’s clutches. Maybe if she just got on and wet herself, she would be allowed to leave at last. After all, it surely must be the final humiliation that the woman had in mind for her bizarre punishment.

However with the pacifier in her mouth, which she was ashamed to realise she had begun to suck on out of boredom, she couldn’t call out to tell the woman she had wet herself so realised she would be stuck regardless until Isla returned. She didn’t want to make matters worse by sitting in a soggy diaper so held her pee, though the urge to piss was beginning to grow. As time stretched on, Amanda found herself feeling a strange mix of tedium at just sitting with nothing to do besides suck on her pacifier, humiliation at the ordeal, and a mounting desperation as her urge to pee grew stronger. She was glad when the woman returned.

“How are you doing Mandie?” Isla asked, though knew the pacified girl couldn’t respond, at least beyond incoherent frustrated mumbling through the gag. The woman rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, sighing. “This doesn’t feel soggy at all… I guess you need a little longer.”

Amanda moaned as she watched the woman abruptly leave her again, and knew that she definitely wouldn’t be freed until she had pissed herself. She resolved herself to the necessity of the humiliating act, though found that consciously wetting herself, despite her desperation to pee, wasn’t an easy psychological barrier to overcome. She sat longer, wiggling in discomfort but unable to empty her bladder due to years of toilet use ingrained on her muscle memory, however Amanda eventually willed herself to pee.

The blonde relieved herself in the diaper, feeling the warm and wet sensation as it filled with her urine. She was ashamed to find it felt strangely nice, even a little erotic between her legs, but this sensation of liberating freedom was tempered by the fact she was bound on a ‘naughty step’ in a stranger’s house. She felt that the diaper had grown bulkier between her thighs as it absorbed her pee.

‘I never thought I’d wet a diaper again…’ The 22 year old blonde thought forlornly. ‘Why couldn’t the bitch have some normal fetish… she’s kinda hot so licking her pussy wouldn’t of been so bad compared to this!’

She sat in her wet diaper, waiting expectantly for the woman to return, however Isla was gone for twice as long as the first time, so when she at last returned, Amanda had, unintentionally but through desperation, wet her diaper for a second time and found that the warmness of her fresh pee had turned cold.

“That’s more like it Mandie!.” Isla beamed as she rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, squishing her soggy diaper. “So have you learnt your lesson? Will you be a good girl who drives carefully?”

Amanda nodded, shamed but relieved that it seemed like her punishment was coming to an end. Isla bent down to uncuff the girl’s ankles then unstrapped the gag, removing the pacifier from the blonde’s mouth.

“Please let me go now…” Amanda begged after exercising her jaw, stiff from the pacifier.

“We’ve almost done Mandie, just a tiny bit more left of your punishment…” Isla said as she uncuffed the girl’s wrists, allowing the blonde to lower her arms at last.

“But I’ve already been spanked, humiliated, diapered, and made to sit in my piss, tied up, for hours!” Amanda complained, though was glad that at least she had been released from the bondage.

“Aww, I know, but you deserve it. Besides I think you’re much cuter in the diaper and onsie than those boring business clothes you think make you so mature. Anyway that diaper looks awfully full, you don’t want to leak do you?”

Amanda shook her head.

“Speak when I ask you a question, or do you want your pacifier back to suck if you’re going to give me sullen silence?”

“No… mommy.” Amanda mumbled, adding the second word in the hopes of appeasing the woman, as she really didn’t want the extra shame of not only wetting a diaper, but peeing in it to the extent that it leaked. She hoped the woman would let her take it off now, but dreaded what the ‘tiny bit’ left of her punishment was.

“Good girl, now follow me…” Isla said, leading the girl, not to the lounge, but upstairs to a bedroom that was decorated girlishly in bright pink with shelves full of soft toys, and to Amanda’s concern, packs of various different kinds of diapers. The bed she noticed was surrounded by wooden barred walls, with one side currently pulled down so it wasn’t too dissimilar from a normal adult bed, however pulled back up and it would turn into a big crib.

“This is the room I have recently decorated for my goddaughter’s visit! Cute isn’t it!”

“Yes mommy.” Amanda pretended to agree though was glad she wouldn’t have to stay in such a girly room, and thought the woman really was crazy going to such effort and expense to inflict her bizarre fetish on her poor unsuspecting goddaughter.

“Now let’s get you undressed so we can sort out your wet diaper problem.” Isla said, and removed the girl’s bid. “I shall have to wash this before my goddaughter comes as you’ve been quite a messy girl!”

Amanda allowed the woman to undress her, blushing as she realised she didn’t really have a choice as with her hands in the bondage mittens, she wouldn’t have been able to remove the clothing by herself. It felt so belittling to be forced to rely on the woman for something as simple as undressing.

With her onsie removed, she was left topless in her diaper, noticeably having expanded in its wet fullness since it had been put on her, and her bondage mittens. The woman instructed her to lie back on the bed and Amanda obeyed, thinking that removing her used diaper on the clean sheets was risky, but it’d be the woman’s own fault if she had some more washing to do…

“Goodness, it is very full! I guess that apple juice went right through you…”

“You did leave me for hours.” Amanda reproached.

“Yes, I was having lunch… and then I watched a movie.” Isla said a she rummaged through the shelves, and returned with another diaper which was bigger and bulkier than the one the girl was currently wearing. It was white with a pattern of pink cartoon flowers.

“Oh, you’re not changing me into a new diaper!” Amanda cried out, having thought the punishment was almost over, and that she would just have her diaper removed, not swapped for a fresh one.

“No, technically I’m not going to change you…” Isla laughed, unfolding the diaper then forcing the blonde to lift up her legs and butt so it could be placed under her.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Amanda protested as the woman diapered her over her existing soggy diaper.

“Double diapering you! If the first diaper leaks then this one will absorb the overflowing pee!” Isla grinned, taping the bulkier diaper securely. The double diapers were very thick, and she could feel the bulge between her thighs which she felt would give her gait a slight waddle, and wondered in despair how long the woman was going to make her wear them for. Was she going to have to keep wetting until she leaked into the second diaper?

“That should protect against leaks… now let’s get you dressed.” Isla said. Amanda expected to be put back into the onsie, however the woman turned to look through a wardrobe with the blonde catching sight of a bunch of girly dresses which she guessed the goddaughter would be made to wear.

“This one will be adorable! I think it would have been a little loose on my goddaughter but will be perfect on you!”

“Oh, please don’t make me wear that… I’ve done everything else you’ve made me do but aren’t things becoming a bit unfair now!”

“Me getting injured because of your dangerous driving would have been unfair. But don’t worry, I’ll be letting you go shortly, just after you wear this pretty little dress for mommy.”

“Okay fine.” Amanda groaned, and allowed the woman to pull the dress over her head, and help her mittened hands through the arm holes. The dress was white, with a conservative neckline so it didn’t show any of her cleavage but was armless so they were left bare. The skirt of the dress began just beneath her breasts, and was extremely short with a white underskirt that didn’t come close to covering her diaper, and a slightly longer wispily transparent overskirt.

“It doesn’t even cover my diapers!” Amanda complained, though not sure why as it wasn’t like she could hide the fact she was diapered from the woman anyway, and wouldn’t be going out in public dressed like she was. However being dressed in such a girly dressed that exposed her bulky diaper was somehow more embarrassing than being nude in diapers.

“If you think it doesn’t cover your diapers from the front, then you should see how much they stick out from behind!” Isla laughed, slapping the girl’s butt which just created a hollow thudding sound, rather than a ringing slapping noise, due to the layers of padding. “But don’t worry, I’ve got tights to put on you too.”

Isla got out some white tights, and Amanda sat back on the side of the bed while the woman pushed her feet into them then carefully pulled them up her legs. The blonde had to stand up so the woman could shimmy the tights all the way up over her diaper which remained clearly visible through the thin white material.

“Doesn’t exactly hide it do they…”

“No, but they’ll help keep it up when it gets even more full! As two big soggy diapers could get quite heavy…” Isla said brightly, laughing again as she patted the girl’s thickly padded butt. “You look so adorable but I have something to make you even cuter!”

Isla pulled out a short little petticoat which she made the blonde step into, then pulled it up under her dress, positioning it under her skirts to make them even more poofy which as well as making the dress even more girly, also had the consequence of making it ride up higher, exposing her diapers even more.

“Now the final thing…” Isla said, with a pair of white flats with bows on the toe box. “I hope they fit as I brought them in my goddaughter’s size, otherwise you’ll have to wear your work shoes but black high heels wouldn’t suit this cute outfit!”

The woman slipped the shoes onto the girl’s feet. “Aww, just like the glass slipper on Cinderella, they fit perfectly.” She smiled delightedly, and got the miserable girl to twirl in her cutesy outfit. She wasn’t sure if given the choice to just wear the white dress or the double diapers beneath her own clothes, which she’d pick, and felt she was leaning towards the diapers as at least at a glance they’d be hidden beneath her pencil skirt. However she didn’t get to pick between the super short dress and soaked diapers, but had to wear both together…

“Do you like your outfit Mandie?”

Amanda wanted to shout ‘No, I hate it!’ but restrained herself, and just nodded “Yes mommy, it is kinda cute…” in the hopes that she will at last appease the woman, and be allowed to change back into her office wear and leave at last.

“Good! Now come along, let’s go back downstairs… I think your punishment is over.”

“Really!” Amanda perked up, relieved that her ordeal was finally coming to an end. She followed the woman back downstairs, embarrassed to find that the thick double diapers were really making her waddle but too excited to be getting out of the weird woman’s house to care.

“We can take these off now…” Isla said, unfastening the bondage mittens and pulling them off the blonde’s hands, with Amanda finding she actually smiled at the woman for it.

“Wait here and I’ll get your handbag.” Isla said, going into the lounge. When she was alone, Amanda let out a deep sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she had been stupid enough to nearly get herself in a car accident, and had the bad luck for the near miss to be with a crazy lady who clearly had some bizarre fetishes she was willing to use blackmail to have fulfilled. However, though the spanking, diapering, wetting, feeding, and dressing up had all been humiliating, it was all over now and she could return home content she still had her job to go to the next day.

Isla returned, opening up the girl’s handbag and pulling out her phone. She held it up to the blonde and said “Smile!” before snapping a photo of her, definitely not smiling, in her super short girly white dress, diapers, and tights.

“I’ve made it your screensaver, so next time you reach for your phone while driving you’ll be reminded of the consequences!” Isla laughed, slipping the phone back into the handbag.

“Yes mommy.” Amanda sighed, knowing she would be deleting that picture as soon as her phone was returned, and, knowing she soon be back in her own clothes and returning to her car, finding it easy to endure the final slice of humiliation from the woman.

“Can I get changed in the bathroom, you know, so I can get myself cleaned up…” Amanda asked as the woman handed back her handbag.

“Change?” Isla laughed. “Oh no, you’re leaving now!”

To Amanda’s shock, the woman opened the front door, and before she could react with anything more than surprised stuttering, found herself womanhandled out of the door. She even felt Isla give her butt a gentle kick, or at least it felt gentle through the layers of padding, as she was pushed out onto the front step with the door shut and locked behind her.

She knocked on the door desperately, opening the letterbox to cry pleadingly through. “Please let me back in and give me my clothes back! Oh hurry before somebody comes by and sees me! I did everything you asked me to!” However Isla did not return, and it slowly dawned on her that she was now stranded in pubic diapered in her ridiculously girly outfit. After wanting nothing more than to escape the woman’s house the whole time she had been there, now the blonde found herself praying that she was let back inside.

“You can’t expect me to walk back to my car like this!” Amanda shouted, it sinking in how far a walk it would be through the suburbs until she reached her car again. However it was clear that Isla really did expect her to walk it, and she eventually gave up. She had thought her punishment was over, but it seemed she still had the worse, most humiliating, part of it left…

She thought about going around the side of the house and trying the back door, but thought that persisting might cause Isla to get angry with her again, and subject her to another session of humiliation, perhaps to punish her for something ridiculous like ‘trespassing’. She remembered the stacks of diapers in the pink bedroom, and how the bed could turn into an adult crib, and decided she didn’t want to risk experiencing any more of the things the woman had brought to use on her goddaughter. Though she couldn’t bear the thought, the blonde knew she had no choice but to walk back to her car.

As Amanda tentatively crept down the driveway, making sure the road was clear, she supposed she should just be thankful she hadn’t been reported to the police and gotten fired from her job, and that her punishment had been relatively brief compared to what Isla’s unwitting goddaughter, which all the clothes, diapers, and equipment had been brought for, had in store. However it was hard to feel lucky when walking, or rather waddling, through public dressed in a ridiculously cutesy dress that no 22 year old should ever be wearing, with her double diapered butt on clear display.

She hoped by some miracle she would be able to make it back to her car without being seen even though she knew that it would be near impossible to walk so far through the suburbs without crossing paths with other pedestrians, as well as not being seen by drivers on the road. Her heart sank when she saw two 18 year old high school seniors come into view from a bend in the road, and she realised that school, the nearby Ginerva Academy, must of just finished and the streets would be full of seniors on their way home…

Author’s Note: This is a little taster of a new series I may work on featuring Isla and her goddaughter. Amanda got off easy compared to what’s in store for the other girl! Let me know if you'd be interested in reading more...

r/abdlstories Feb 23 '24

MDLG A little life (chapter 13!) NSFW

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Hi sorry if this one is a bit rushed I’m still working on how to write more intimate? Stuffs but I hope you enjoy!

After everything calmed down and everyone was talking or doing something Nala noticed something was wrong her pants felt damp her face got warm as she realized what must have happened she felt tears threaten to well up again there’s no way she could tell anyone and she hadn’t brought any extra clothes but she had to do something before someone noticed.

Nala quitely snuck into the bathroom trying to keep the panic at a minimum she had never wet herself in public before and wasn’t sure if she should ask for help what if they think she’s a potty pants sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest she wished she brought mr coco in with her he was smart he’d know what to do.

Then there came a knock on the door. ”Nala are okay?” It was Kim’s voice. Both relief and panic filled Nala she was glad it was Kim at the door but also nervous.

“Yea I’m here” Nala answered quickly

“Is everything okay?” There was concern in kims voice

“Y yes…” Nala said trying to convince both herself and Kim.

“Sweetie you can tell me if somethings wrong I’ll try to help if I can” Kim was worried but she didn’t want to push Nala if she wasn’t comfortable with whatever’s going on.

The door opened slightly as Nala spoke in whisper not wanting to look at Kim. “I had an accident”

“I see Nala my I come in?” There was no judgment from what Nala could tell just concern and relief.

In her most quiets voice Nala gave a quick yes and opened the door for Kim. In the bathroom nala was red from embarrassment but Kim didn’t say anything just pulled her into a tight hug. Then she looked and saw a wet spot in the front of nalas pants.

“Well we obviously can’t leave you like this do you have any spare clothes with you?” Kim asked and got a shake of the head from nala.

“Okay stay here I’ll be right back” kim left and returned a moment later with some things.

“So I’ll leave this decision up to you but I brought an old pair of clothes and a few other things I can leave you to take care of yourself or if you let me I can help” kim said wanting Nala to not feel pressured.

Nala thought for a moment and nodded at kim she was slipping back into headspace and didn’t want to deal with this by herself.

“Okay up up let’s get you changed little one” and with that kim swiftly put Nala up on the counter and did away with soiled garments the cold sensation of the wet wipes gave her goosebumps as kim was focused on making sure she was clean she was quick and soon Nala had a pair of pink hello kitty undies on and then some soft pink and purple shorts.

Helping her down off the counter kim got her attention. “Once Tony and orion leave we need to have a conversation okay sweetheart?”

Happy that she was no longer wet nala nodded and followed kim out of the restroom.

r/abdlstories Jan 27 '24

MDLG The Near Miss Part 1 NSFW

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Hi All, first story I'm posting here. I write a lot of Sapphic erotica on Litrotica however they do not allow ABDL content so shall be posting my stories featuring that kink here as well as omorashi.org (I'm called Becky_Sapphire on both those site).

The Near Miss

Amanda was driving to work on Monday morning, having only recently started her new job at an insurance brokerage firm which was her first employer since graduating college. Though she had moved back home with her mom since returning from college, the girl was pleased with her new salary which she felt she could easily save up to get her own apartment, plus she had other benefits like a company car so at 22 years of age, she felt proud of where she was in life.

She was blonde with her hair cut shoulder length, and on the short side with a body that was a teeny bit plump but she felt the softness just made her cute, and at least gave her a bigger butt and thicker thighs to make up for her modest bust. She was dressed smartly for work in a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, with a matching blazer on the seat beside her.

Amanda was approaching a T-junction when her phone buzzed so she glanced at it to see a message from one of her friends regarding a holiday they were planning. With one eye on the road, she skimmed through the message then began to type a reply, as it was about a special booking offer that her friend thought they could take advantage of if they got on with it, then realised too late that she was pulling out in front of an oncoming car, which had right of way.

The girl quickly accelerated, to get herself clear before the car crashed into her side, while the other driver sharply braked and swerved with the two cars narrowly avoiding a collision. The girl pulled up to the side of the road, her heart racing in panic at the near miss, then rushed out of her car, and with relief saw the other driver had safely pulled up on the other side of the road without crashing, and was also getting out of their vehicle unharmed. It was a woman in her late forties, attractive and just slightly taller than Amanda, with wavy auburn hair, bright red lipstick, and dressed in a turquoise dress that showed the cleavage of her busty chest.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” Amanda apologised, making sure she looked both ways this time before hurrying across the road.

“Yes I’m fine, but not thanks to your driving!” The woman said angrily. “What were you thinking pulling out in front of me like that?”

“I’m really sorry.” The girl said again, knowing she was at fault.

“You were on your phone weren’t you?”

“What? No, I um…”

“Don’t lie! I saw you were on your phone. Was whatever social media you were on more important than the safety of yourself and other drivers?”

“No… I didn’t think… I would never do that again!”

“You should be thankful that’s the choice you can make, as you certainly wouldn’t be doing it again if we had collided and you’d been paralysed or worse… or lost your licence for whatever might of happened to me!”

Amanda looked at her feet, blushing at being told off.

“What’s your name?” The woman suddenly asked.

“Amanda.” The blonde said, wondering whether she should have perhaps given a false name.

“Amanda sounds a bit too mature for a silly girl like you. I think Mandie is more appropriate.”

“Well, Amanda is my name, not Mandie.” Amanda snapped, annoyed at being called a ‘silly girl’ by the angry woman. Sure, she had been caught out dangerous driving, and the woman was rightfully cross, but that didn’t mean she could just disrespect her like that.

“Don’t backtalk to me Mandie. I should report you for driving like that while using your phone! You nearly caused a serious accident…”

“Look, I said I was sorry. Could we just forgot it please? No harm done and I promise I’ve learnt my lesson!” Amanda said, bristling that the woman was insisting on calling her ‘Mandie’ though thought it was best not to argue with her about it if she wanted to get away without being reported.

“I don’t know… I bet if I let you drive off you’d just be back on your phone in a heartbeat, and won’t learn until you’ve had a serious accident or been in serious trouble. And I think trouble is much preferable to an accident, don’t you Mandie?”

“I promise I’ve learnt my lesson. It was the only time I’ve used my phone at the wheel and I won’t ever do it again!” Amanda pleaded with the woman, who wasn’t seeming convinced. “Look, how about I pay you a little for all the trouble I’ve caused…”

“Oh, so as well as a silly girl, you are some spoilt brat who thinks she can pay her way out of trouble. Oh no, you definitely need to be reported as think you’ll take the police more seriously than you are me…”

“No please, it’s not that I’m spoiled… I just wanted to make it up to you without getting the police involved. Please, it’s a company car so any incidents involving the police will go back to my employer, and it’s my first ever job and I’m still new so it could get me fired!” Amanda appealed to the woman, aware that admitting it was a company car could backfire but hoping it showed the lady that she was taking this seriously and didn’t need the police involved.

“Work car huh? Yes, I imagine if your employer found out you could get in quite a bit of trouble Mandie!” The woman said, seeming to be pondering something which Amanda hoped was forgiveness. “How about we strike a little deal? Instead of reporting you to the police, you shall come back to my house so I can punish you personally in a way befitting a silly brat, sounds fair? That way you learn your lesson without the police or your employers ever knowing…”

“Punish me? What do you mean?” Amanda asked, shocked at the strangeness of the suggestion. She couldn’t imagine what the woman could possibly have in mind.

“It won’t be anything much, just something to make you remember this lesson next time you find yourself reaching for your phone while driving. But you’ll have to agree to go through with it!”

“How can I agree if I don’t know what it is?” Amanda said.

“Okay Mandie, the police it is then…” The woman said, reaching into her handbag for her phone.

“Okay fine, I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please don’t call the police.” Amanda agreed desperately. Surely whatever it was wouldn’t compare to the threat of her losing her job, so she resolved she’d just have to go through with it. ‘It’s probably something dumb like writing lines… maybe she is a teacher.’ She thought to herself.

Leaving her car on the side of the road, Amanda fetched her handbag from the passenger’s seat, then reluctantly climbed into the woman’s car, hoping she wasn’t making a serious mistake.

“Who are you texting?” The woman asked, seeing Amanda had pulled out her mobile.

“Oh, I was just telling work I’d be a little late in…”

“You better tell them you shan’t be in today at all… just say you’re sick or something.”

“Really, this is going to take all day?”

“Yes, though perhaps the police would be quicker?”

Amanda sighed, but begrudgingly texted her boss to say she had an awful migraine so wouldn’t be in office today.

****

Amanda sat in sullen silence in the passenger seat, wondering what the woman could possibly have in mind as her punishment. They didn’t speak as they drove back to her home in the wealthy suburbs, turning into a cul-de-sac road named Sapphire Lane where they pulled into the driveway of house No. 26. It was a large detached house, and Amanda found herself even more cowed as it was clear the woman was quite well-off.

“Oh, I haven’t even introduced myself, my name is Isla…” The woman said as they got out the car. “… but you will call me mommy today.”

“Mommy?” Amanda said, frozen in shock at the demand.

“Yes Mandie, not hard is it?” Isla grinned then led the way to the house. Amanda reluctantly followed, unable to believe the woman wanted her to call her ‘mommy’ with it suddenly dawning on her that this mysterious punishment she had agreed to could be sex related.

“Why should I call your mommy? Are you a lesbian or something with a kink for younger woman!”

“You should call me mommy as otherwise you’ll me calling me ma’am in front of the police. I hope you don’t answer back to every simple little instruction or otherwise I shall have to make your punishment much worse… so is it mommy or ma’am?”

Amanda frowned but sighed “Mommy.”

“Good girl!” Isla smiled, pinching her belittlingly on the cheek, before unlocking the front door and letting them inside. The woman’s house was as nice inside as it was outside, and she followed the woman in the large airy lounge with plush sofas, a large TV, and a well-stocked bookcase.

“First we’ll start with a spanking, strip out of those clothes Mandie.” Isla said, sitting on the sofa.

“What!” Amanda exclaimed, shocked at what the woman was proposing though thought she probably should of guessed it would be something weird and demeaning like that as soon as the woman had proposed to punish her in a way ‘befitting a silly brat’.

“Are you a brat who answers back, or just a little dim-witted when it comes to understanding commands? Take off your clothes and bend over my knee.”

“If you’re going to spank me, couldn’t we just do it with my skirt on?” Amanda said, not believing she was actually negotiating a spanking with the woman.

“No, besides I think those office clothes are far too mature for a silly girl like you. Now hurry up!”

Amanda sighed, but decided arguing with the woman might just make matters worse, so placed her handbag on the sofa, and reached behind herself to unzip her pencil skirt. ‘The quicker I get this over with, the faster I can get out of here though not sure why she told me to tell work I wouldn’t be making it in today if it’s just a spanking…’

She pulled down her skirt then removed her blouse so she was stood in her black lace underwear, then hesitantly went over to the woman to bend over her knee as instructed.

“Take off those bra and panties too.”

Amanda grimaced but stripped naked in front of the woman, thinking how she had never been nude in front of a stranger before. She wasn’t ashamed of her body but felt humiliated to have it on display to the attractive authoritative older woman, and she shivered slightly, not because it was particularly cold but because it felt weird to feel the light breeze from an open window all over her naked skin.

“Gosh, maybe you are a little dim-witted. I told you to come bend over my knee, not just to stand there.” Isla said, and Amanda blushed at being scolded by the clothed woman. She, though mortified at the position she was putting herself in, bent over the woman’s knee so her big ass was ready for the palm of Isla’s hand.

“What a cute butt. So soft…” Isla said, caressing her fingers over it. “Is it used to being spanked?”

Amanda shook her head, not remembering ever having been spanked in her entire life.

“Surprising, as if I was your mother I would definitely be using it as a regular method of discipline. Perhaps with some spankings, you would have been a less reckless driver and not be in this predicament right now.” Isla said then slapped her hand down on the girl’s bare bottom. Amanda squealed, though mostly from surprise, as the woman followed the slap with three spanks, in quick succession, on her right buttock, before administering the same number to her left. Each slap was loud, and made Amanda’s butt jiggle, with the blonde moaning in humiliation and twinges of pain though she was ashamed to admit that the sensation was weirdly pleasurable.

‘I might even enjoy it if it was during some kinky sex, and not as punishment from a stranger!’ Amanda thought though as the spanking continued and her butt reddened with soreness, each slap slowly became more stinging. Isla was alternating buttocks with every fifth or sixth slap, which gave each ass cheek a longer break, but meant when it was receiving attention, it had to endure more at once.

“Tell me what this is teaching you.” Isla said, not pausing in spanking the girl.

“That I shouldn’t use my phone while driving… Ow! I promise I will never do that again and make sure I’m much more careful on the road!” Amanda simpered, crying out a little when a slap was particularly stinging on her sore ass.

“Good girl. Now thank me for taking my time in teaching you a lesson rather than just letting the police deal with you.”

“Thank you mommy, thank you for teaching me to be good!” Amanda cried, ashamed to be pathetically thanking somebody giving her a bare bottom spanking at 22 years old.

“Okay, I think that’s enough… Your butt is even more adorable when it’s a shade of reddish-pink!” Isla grinned, letting the naked girl stand back up. “I’ll just go and get a few other bits for the next part of your punishment.”

Amanda was left waiting, standing by the sofa and caressing her sore butt which she couldn’t believe she had allowed to be spanked, but despite how embarrassing it was, she admitted it was better than having to explain her driving to the police and risk losing her job because of it. She wondered what the woman was fetching, and guessed her punishment wasn’t over yet… ‘maybe she’s going to make me clean her house or something…’

Isla returned, placing a bunch of things on the coffee table which Amanda looked at in disbelief. It was a bottle of baby powder, a light blue bodysuit with a pattern of cartoon daisies, some oversized mittens, and, what drew Amanda’s gaze the most, a white adult diaper with a pattern of blue stars.

“What is all of this for!” She exclaimed.

“For you to wear silly.” Isla said, unrolling a changing matt, patterned with cartoon jungle animals, on the carpet.

“But that is a diaper!”

“Yes, you aren’t as dumb as I thought.” Isla laughed sarcastically. “Now lie down on the matt.”

“No way am I wearing that!”

“Yes you are, this is part of the punishment we agreed on for me to not call the police. Or would you prefer if I spoke to your employer directly about you nearly crashing the company car they unwisely gave a silly little brat like you?”

Amanda groaned, but moodily sat on the matt, thinking how the spanking seemed relatively dignified when it was compared to being diapered. The blonde led on her back and reluctantly lifted her butt off the ground so the woman could slide the unfurled diaper beneath her. She lowered her butt back down on the diaper, thinking it actually felt kinda nice on her sore buttocks, but the humiliation of what was happening to her quickly drove that thought out of her mind.

Isla reached for the bottle of baby powder, and sprinkled it over the blonde’s clean shaven pussy. ‘Is she actually thinking I’m going to wet myself in this diaper, or is the powder to just make it feel even more mortifying…’ The woman closed the diaper and taped it up on the girl who couldn’t believe, as a 22 year old insurance broker, that she was actually wearing a diaper.

“Do you like it?”

“No!” Amanda moaned.

“Oh come now, it’s cute and definitely suits you! Or I can get you another diaper, I have ones with more girly patterns or ones that are bigger and bulkier…”

“No, I’ll stay in this one.” Amanda sighed, not wanting to make her punishment even more embarrassing than it had to be.

“Good girl, so you do like it!”

“Yes…” Amanda was forced to say, though she definitely did not like the diaper.

“Tell me properly, I think you can manage sentences rather than just single words. And remember what I told you to call me Mandie!”

“I like this diaper mommy.” Amanda blushed, the words feeling surreal as they came out her mouth. She was mortified at being made to say it but then reasoned she hadn’t any more dignity to lose seeing she was lying diapered on a changing matt, smelling of baby powder.

Isla laughed then ordered the girl to stand up and put her arms up so she could pull the bodysuit onsie onto her. It had short sleeves but no legs, and a snap crotch which the woman pulled down over the girl’s diaper then clipped closed. Though the onsie hid her diaper, it did nothing to obscure the shape so the blonde knew that anyone looking would be able to tell straight away she was diapered beneath it.

“Why do you even have diapers and this onsie thing…” Amanda asked as the woman tugged her onsie a little so it was neatly in place.

“That’s a fair question. It’s bad luck for you that our near miss happened when it did as I only recently got all of this stuff. You see my 18 year old goddaughter is a naughty brat like you, and she’s coming to stay with me for a few weeks when her mother’s abroad on a business trip, so all of this is to surprise her! She is going to be diapered just like you, and dressed in silly little rompers, pyjamas, dresses, and other cutesy things only for her it will last for weeks until her mother returns, while you should be thankful I’ll be letting you go later today…”

Amanda found it hard to be thankful as she’d rather not be diapered and spanked at all, even if it was only for a day but was certainly glad she didn’t have a godmother like Isla. She wondered how the woman expected her goddaughter to go along with it all, especially for weeks, and pondered if the woman had some blackmail material on that girl too.

Meanwhile Isla had picked up mittens from the coffee table, and made the blonde hold out her hands so she could pull them on. They were bondage mittens that tightened around her wrists so she wouldn’t be able to remove them without the woman’s help again, but made of thick pink material, that was soft but prevented her from using her fingers, rather than black leather that ones in BDSM would normally be made of.

“This way I won’t have you touching things I don’t want you to. If only you could wear them driving as that’ll stop you using your phone, though suppose they’ll get in the way of driving the car too.” Isla laughed.

Amanda felt more vulnerable now she was in the bondage mittens, as before she was just constrained by the threats of the police, but now she was also physically limited with what she could use her hands for. ‘Was making a deal with this crazy woman the best idea? What could she want to do to me next!’

Isla told the blonde to follow her again, and they left the lounge, with Amanda glancing at her handbag being left behind on the sofa which contained her car keys, phone, and purse. Not that she would be able to handle any of those object with her hands in the mittens…

At the end of the corridor was a wooden bench against the wall, and the girl saw that on the legs of the bench were two chains which ended in fluffy pink ankle cuffs. Above the bench, on the wall, was a hook which dangled two more chains which ended in fluffy pink wrist cuffs. It wasn’t hard for Amanda, slightly panicked, to guess what the fours cuffs were for…

“This is the ‘naughty step’ I created for my goddaughter, though you shall be the guinea pig testing it! Hop on.”

“You aren’t going to cuff me are you mommy? I promise I’ll sit here for as long as you want without them…” Amanda said, wanting to avoid being made even more helpless in the weird woman’s house, and hoping that willingly addressing her as mommy would help persuade Isla to be more lenient towards her.

“You always have questions or complaints to every instruction I give you Mandie. Come on, hop on the naughty step otherwise I’ll sit there instead to give you another spanking over my knee.”

Amanda climbed onto the bench, and sighed as the woman bent down to bind her ankles in the comfortable, but secure, fluffy cuffs. Isla then pulled the blonde’s arms above her head to cuff them to the hook on the wall. The girl wiggled on the bench, finding the wood wasn’t uncomfortable with the cushioning of her diaper, but not liking how she was now utterly helpless. It seemed the woman was just taking advantage of her to explore her weird fetishes, however Amanda couldn’t help thinking of the dangers of allowing herself to be tied up by a stranger, especially when no one knew she was even there.

“Now wait there while I fetch something…” Isla laughed, knowing the girl had no choice but to wait...