“Mommy, I have to tell her.” Camila looked up at Betty from the floor of her Mommy’s room. Betty hadn’t put her there, Camila had chosen the floor on her own. It felt right to acknowledge that she was Betty’s Little, when she was in her Mommy’s room. They didn’t need to be actively playing …
The leaf-swirling gusts of fall wind carried a dreadful chill that heralded midterms and holidays. Camila hugged her coat more tightly around her, laughing as Amanda danced through the airborne leaves. Her lab partner had been finding ways to stay moving and warm on the whole walk. Amanda’s midriff baring lavender coat was the culprit, …
The area outside the giant playpen seemed dim and fuzzy. Sounds from past the netting wall were garbled and indistinct. A dive into Little space had served in lieu of alcohol, offering Sarita an escape from the aftermath of her public spanking. The extra thick padding of her diaper was a boon as well, though …
14 The second best thing about the library was the book smell. The rich smell of old paper came in second because with the sheer size of the place, it was almost cheating to mention the book smell. Three floors and two sprawling wings of space made for a lot of stacks of books. All …
The longer they lingered in front of the steam tunnels, the more Camila’s nerves frayed. At any minute, hordes of campus security guards could descend on them and get them all in trouble. That her long wait was her fault, for arriving so early, did nothing to abate her nervousness. Lamara, at least, was on …
Camila grunted, fighting with her diaper’s tapes. Putting a diaper on herself was difficult enough. Doing it under the covers was proving impossible. She couldn’t see the stupid tapes and kept catching them on the blanket. “You don’t have to do that under the covers. I don’t care if you put on a diaper in …
The house had gotten warm. Roan was on the floor to escape the heat. She didn’t trust her puny tongue to keep her cool. Not for the first time, she missed the ability to shift to a four-legged form. Her hunting hound shape was nice and small, perfect for staying cool. If it got any …
Ginger’s room always seemed smaller when Chun was in it. It was a small room to begin with, there was hardly space for Ginger and her roommate to turn around at the same time. They’d have more space if they stacked the beds into bunks, but Alice didn’t want to be on the bottom bunk. …
Roan woke the next day and listened. Her ears were not the beautiful, silky hound ears she was used to, they were small and naked. Luckily, the changing magic had changed only their shape, not their ability. Her family was still asleep. A peek at the window showed the sun rising. The town was quiet …
The carnival had the same intoxicating smell they all had, no matter what city it was visiting. Cotton candy and fried food were the top layer of the scent, with machine grease forming a heavy undertone. Each time a breeze blew through the rich smells of apples and fallen leaves would join the mix. Camila …