A story set in the fictional town of Ardenthill.
((Content warning: Self Harm, descriptions of depression)) Monday morning came on unbearably hard. Melody looked out at the snow dumping out of the sky and piling on the lawn. It would be absolute heaven to get a fresh diaper, a snowsuit and go out in the fluffy white with Briana. They checked their phone for …
“Who’s this special friend? They look really well loved.” Trish said, kneeling by the playpen. Keeley hurried over in distress, ready to defend Gordo. She still didn’t trust this babysitter that her nannies had forced on her. Trish was only looking at the stuffies though, she hadn’t picked up Gordo or anything. “That’s Gordo.” Keeley …
“Briana, is your goal for this shopping trip to make me cry?” Veronica asked happily, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
Keeley hung fearfully back in the doorway of the beach house, staring at her nannies’ cars in horror. They were determined to pack her into them and take her out. Not just through fast food drive through line either. The plan was to park at a drive-in and eat there. Begging and pleading had no …
During her morning change, Keeley was hoping for a better day. Dominika was changing her this morning. It was nice to shed the over-wet nighttime diaper. She wouldn’t need the extra padding except that they kept putting her to bed early. Last night had been eight o’clock. No way she could make it to morning …
((Content Warning: Depiction of severe depression)) Two major tests and a lab report completely wiped Melody’s week out. On Rosa’s side, dodging the worst of Black Friday meant she had to pull doubles, right through the weekend. A week without Rosa time felt more like a year. There was nothing to fear though. Melody’s social …
Briana sat in her fluffy unicorn pajamas, on the floor of Veronica and Jane’s front room, looking up at the two of them. They were (hopefully!) at the end of a big long super serious discussion, and Briana was getting pretty squirmy. She was doing her best to pay attention and also look like she …
Earlier that evening. Melody paused with their hand hovering over the doorknob to their house. What would they say to Veronica if she was home? Nothing came to mind. A conversation seemed inevitable. Inevitably horrible. Melody looked around to make sure no one was watching them stand outside their door awkwardly. There wasn’t anyone, but …
In the morning, Keeley’s diaper was absurdly heavy. Somehow, it hadn’t leaked. She could only hope that she hadn’t wet it more when she’d fallen asleep drunk. Her nannies already thought she was a bedwetter, they didn’t need to be right about it. Everything was uncomfortable. Especially her bladder. That was a good thing, since …