Stories that prominently include spanking content.
Melody was officially hiding from the world. But that’s what Little-space was for, right? Modern problems require modern solutions, and all that. They wondered if there was a diaper-girl version of that meme. Probably not. Not a ton of memes for ABDL stuff in general. Maybe that’s something Melody could fix. Elden Ring was the …
“Ms. Cassingham, I need your attention back for a moment.” Miriam said.
Yes Your Honor?” Briana said, reluctantly disengaging from Jane.
“Do you consent to your adoption by Veronica Rasmussen?”
“Yes, yes please.” Briana said, blinking away tears.
“It’s not that she’s necessarily unsafe at home.” Veronica said. “I would just feel better if she had a babysitter for overnight.” Monserrat considered the woman in front of her. She was pretty intimidating, to be honest. Not physically, but she had a lot of sheer presence packed into her gothic fem presentation. It didn’t …
“Gary, do you know who Shazam! is?” Briana asked. She picked up her mug of cocoa for another sip. “Yeah, Billy Batson, he turns into an adult superhero.” Gary nodded. “Why?” Briana looked around the apartment, pondering her next words. Gary’s place was nice. It was just a studio, but he’d made it cozy. They …
“Belade, you’re going to break it!” Athiss fretted behind his friend. He’d have liked to pull her away from his crystal garden, but she had her hands on the delicate main cluster. One wrong move and it’d crack, destroying three years of growth. “It’s fine! You’re too precious about your crystals, that’s why you’re always …
Melody woke up next to Veronica, cuddled against her. That was seriously weird. They’d come to rely on her older, gothier roommate for a while, but there was still some distance. There wasn’t a lot of distance at the moment. More like a thin nightshirt on Veronica’s side, and only-slightly-thicker pajamas on Melody’s. Briana was …
((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 …