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 …
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. …
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 …
Camila hung her head as she sat in front of the Heathers. Wearing shorts that barely covered the pink diaper she was wearing, she felt like a naughty kid. Even with Betty next to her, stroking her back, Camila was so embarrassed she felt dizzy. It had been bad enough to wake up in an …
Camila had never been happier. She was in Mommy’s room, dressed in a onesie and a thick diaper. Betty had let Camila suck on her beautiful, huge breasts, and put her down for a nap with a pacifier in her mouth. It was almost everything Betty had been ‘threatening’ Camila with since she became Camila’s …
Camila walked nervously down the hall behind her mommy. What had been planned as a quiet Saturday, had ramped up with the prospect of being put in ‘daycare’ for the afternoon. She was in her baby-est outfit yet, shortalls and a shirt with a pony on it. The shirt would be showing a lot of …
A trip on the ramshackle glider was the stuff of Little stories. The furnace vents gave way to stovepipes, attics, and crawlspaces without rhyme or reason. Each time the passage split or opened up to a larger space, Alanna would call out a direction and the stuffies would coordinate to steer. Shacklebolt, actually Wingsley Shacklebolt, …
Beartholomew fell back before the press of the Gloomlings. Everywhere he looked, there were nightmare creatures. They were of many shapes and colors, though all the shapes were sharp and all the colors dark. One was black with an oil-slick shine to it’s cruel mandibles, while another was a leaden red color, bursting with thorns. …
Ginger stared at the ceiling of her room. Her roommate was snoring away, but that wasn’t what was keeping her awake. Her mind kept replaying the scene that Camila had made at the Delta-B mixer over and over. At least she’d been punished for it that time. Stupid Camila. Always finding a way to make …