So...I have a certain itch that needs scratching sometimes: I have a love and appreciation for folk and fairy tales. It's the language and the flow of things. So many of the best old stories have both a theatricality and a kind o...
2023-03-02 22:13:55 +0000 UTC View PostDrew
The trip odometer rolled to 1014. Wow. Already over a thousand miles into their road trip and it felt like they just started. The dashboard clock and starry night sky said otherwise. So did Drew’s body.
Copied this from twitter in case some of you don't follow me. Will be using @ twitter handles in case you want to follow them. Will add a few extra sentences here and there.
2023-02-28 13:42:42 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 120: Cultural Exchange
Monday morning was intense.
“Holditinholditinholditin” I whispered to myself. My teeth were gritted. My eyes were watering. I looked up at myself in the ceiling mi...
Sometimes you just gotta do the R.L. Stine method and come up with the semi-funny title first. That's how this started.
Then the rest filled it. It's a cute little short story. A few good puns here and there. Like th...
Howdy Folks,
I’d like to talk to you about ABDL video games for a second.
Just in case y’all aren’t aware, Piece of Soap and I worked together to create the ABDL game “Perpetual Change”. If you haven’t tried i...
Chapter 119: Copycat
Janent’s phone pinged and she picked it up off of the kitchen table. She speared a bit of cobb salad with her fork while she read and crunched the dressing drenched lettuce leaves in her mouth. ...
Max looked down at the drunken twenty-something idiot there in the snow. “Goddamn it, Alby…” he’d already said it two or three times in the last ten seconds, but apparently he needed to say it a couple more times.
This dumb fu...
“You’re gonna be fine,” Max said. “You’re gonna be fine.” He held Ably close to his chest, feeling the doberman’s heartbeat thudding and thumping at the pace of a machine gun. He petted Alby’s head again and again, shushi...
2023-02-09 13:48:57 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 118: Affection Affliction
Friday sucked. Absolutely sucked. There were zero fights or confrontations. I reduced absolutely no one to tears. I didn’t manipulate or fluster anyone or trick a friend or classmate into ...
2023-02-05 00:43:09 +0000 UTC View PostSo this one is kind of weird in a good way. I wrote this off of a challenge/commission to make a fanfic of Pulp Fiction of all things. It was less of a challenge than I thought it would be, but it gave me an excuse to watch a rea...
2023-02-01 23:58:51 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 117: Thirsty
Things went really well that week at school, all things considered. I’d play with Ivy, snicker with Chaz, trade barbs with Billy and gossip with Annie. Funnily enough, Tommy and I were starting to tur...
Chapter 116: Wholesome.
Monday afternoon, I gathered up my classmates into a loose huddle with me separated and facing them. Pacing calmly back and forth, I was less a general addressing the troops and more of a tee-b...
(Part 2)
Max gazed down at the passed out dog on his nursery floor, drenched in his own piss. He snickered to himself in tiny little puffs through his nose. His eyes took in the diapers and the baby powder the little twat had kn...
Chapter 115: Inside Looking Out
I was on! I was really on! Right in front of my face, intractable with my own fingertips, was MistuhGwiffin.web!
Yes!
Oh yes!
The feeling and exhilaration wa...
Alby Madden stalked through the cubicles of Madden & Maddox Testing Services, listening in on the sales reps, his floppy ears perking up in various directions.
“When can we arrange a meeting with your school board?”
“That...
Chapter 114: Through Windows Once Closed
I watched my reflection while Beouf tugged down the sides of my fresh diaper, making sure the fit was nice and snug without risking the tapes ripping. “Almost….done!” She smiled, sa...
[Part 10: Ascent]
Chapter 113: Staffing Issues
The next three days were a quiet nightmare for me. I was losing my bladder control. It wasn’t that I was completely unaware, I wasn’t incontinent; it wasn’t like I didn’t know I ...
It has been a wild year for me, I'll tell ya what. 2 hospital stays, with only one of them unexpected, with some weeks being fonts of creativity and others being droughts. Sick kids, andPerpetual Change getting more or less finished and work...
2022-12-31 21:52:52 +0000 UTC View PostOkay folks, here's a doozy.
My Mommy, on a total lark today, decided to write an academic style education research paper on Maturosis. It's not traditionally kinky or sexy or little space inducing, but it's hella world building. ...
Chapter 112: Lie To Me
I sat at the dinner table, shirt cleanly pressed and buttoned up, hair neatly combed with hair and face washed. I was years away from being able to grow a goatee. I looked down at the plate in front of me. ...
Another Collaboration between Lizzy James and I!
(Note, it's fun using the pictures, but I really need to work on this captioning stuff. It just doesn't look like how I see them elsewhere. If anybody can ping me and give ...
Chapter 111: Trial of the Century
There I was, again: waiting in the school clinic, awaiting a rigged trial while Brollish worked sight unseen to ensure my doom and damnation. The key difference between this time and the last was that I def...
War.
War never changes.
On October 23, 2077 the United States and China began and ended the Great War. In the span of two hours, all of human history had cultivated in the sky lighting on fire and the world being turned t...
Teamed up again with the wonderful and talented Lizzy James who asked me to write a monologue for her so she could film it, perform it, and make it her own.
This is by no means a complete transcript of what was written or performed, but I t...
Chapter 110: Crashing Down
Time slowed down as I felt the thin bones and cartilage pop beneath my knuckles as my wild swing connected with its target. All around me screams of shock and panic rang out through the air....
There’s no justice for Littles. Sophia knew that. Every Little did. Experiencing a particular brand of injustice was a lot different than just hearing about it, however.
Sophia sat naked in her cell in the JBRC: The Juvenile Behavio...
First thing Monday morning, my head was back on its swivel. Left, right, up, forward, behind. The only direction I neglected looking was down. Stupidly, I imagined my neck stretching with use making me taller. It was a silly thought, but the...
2022-11-27 23:32:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Careful son,” Herbert Braun said. “There’s moonshine in that lemonade. Have too much at once and you won’t need one of your coworkers to make you piss yours...
2022-11-19 18:05:22 +0000 UTC View Post