Stories involving queer characters.
Sarita sat on her couch with an amused expression. Nero was on the back of the couch, meowing at her. He’d been at it for a good five minutes. He’d always been a little complainer, but Sarita was pretty sure she was feeling outright lectured by her kitty for the first time. “Nero, you’re repeating …
The morning dawned on an entirely new earth. Jenna woke with the aggressively chirping digital birds of Monserrat’s alarm. Where she would have pulled a pillow over her ears before, Jenna forced herself awake to hold her fiancé before Monchi rose. The creaky old house was cold, almost as cold as the snowy yard outside. …
Feeling super little wasn’t compatible with being moved around an apartment, Sarita was discovering. After being diapered and wetting on Astra’s bed, Sarita had wonderful snuggly time with her Angel. It was warm in the apartment, especially for someone wearing a diaper and the fuzzy thigh-high socks that Astra had put Sarita in. Warmth and …
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 …
The diner coffee was badly burnt. That, of course, was how you knew you were in a real diner. The other tell was the mingled smell of grease and over-polished wood that permeated the place. It was weird to be in Rosco’s when the sun was up. One didn’t go to The R to get …
Monserrat watched the volleyball rise and leapt to meet it. The motion of her arm started in her hips and belly, rippled up her back, and finished with an explosive downward smash. Distorted by the force of the strike, the ball cratered into Clarissa’s chest. Clarissa went down on her back hard enough to bounce. …
Sarita didn’t retrieve her phone from under the couch until Nohemi was gone. As she’d suspected, the notification had been from Astra. For a pleasant surprise, there were only two texts from Astra. Neither text was pushy. Reasonable communication was exactly what Sarita needed to see. Instead of feeling emotionally fraught, reconnecting with Astra was …
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 …
If Astra was trying to make a dry diaper seem appealing, by making Sarita sit in a wet one until bedtime, she had managed that much. The wet diaper was souring Sarita on diapers as a whole, so as a strategy it was pretty dubious. Still, after sex, food, and snuggles, Sarita was ready to …