Monday, 30 June 2014

The Switchie

This was inspired by a caption/story over at johnmadixsmith

Monday, 16 June 2014

Diaper Art Competition

Hi y'all,

I'm holding a competition this month where I'll draw images from the best one or several suggestions that I receive for scenes, either with completely random characters, or involving existing characters who you think deserve being put into diapers (humanoids only sorry, I can't draw say ponies).

Previously the plan was to include a code in the Comics & Stories Pack #1 which people could use, but instead I've decided to allow any number of entries using any previous sold item for competitions.

To enter, submit your idea to as well as an answer to one or more of the following questions:

  • What did Edith say that it was time for at the bottom of pg 46 of the Immortals Comic?
  • What is the first sentence on pg 121 of Comics & Stories Pack #1 (Strangest Adventures), in the Diaper Dimension story?
  • What color was the hair ribbon worn by the character on pg 138 of Nanny Bots, and what was the character's name?
  • What did the woman spend entirely too long doing at the top of pg 16 of the Island of the Giants story?
e.g. Where to find the answer in the Immortals comic -

The closing date will likely be in about two months (the 15th of August), though hasn't been finalized yet, so I recommend getting entries in well before then if you have an idea. :D

Friday, 13 June 2014

Sample - Field Research (A Diaper Dimension Tale)

Below is a sample out-take from my tribute to Princess Pottypants's Diaper Dimension story, available in the Mixed Comics and Stories Pack.


Whitney's Field Research (A Diaper Dimension Story)

[This story is set in the Diaper Dimension universe, created by Princess Pottypants in the fantastic story Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension. It is highly recommended that you read the original saga first to appreciate this fan sequel]

Whitney Pixen glanced out of the window to see the foreign country roll by for the first time, fidgeting nervously as the plane taxied to a stop. With a sudden excitement, she realized that she was finally on vacation, letting the sense of truly being on an international holiday sink in.

With an over-abundance of enthusiasm, the young professional reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone, making a mess of her possessions in the process, and quickly flicked the device on now that they had landed. Hitting dial on a saved international routing number, she almost bounced with excitement in her seat while watching the runway roll by, waiting patiently for three long rings, until finally there was finally a click.

"I'm here!" she blurted out, then remembered that the office phone wouldn't exactly say who was calling. "It's Whitney!"

Saturday, 31 May 2014

New Comics & Stories Pack - featuring Princess Pottypants, 34qucker, and AusDpr

 Hi all,

Today comes with the announcement of a comics-and-stories mega pack, for all your forced diapering needs, including work from Princess Pottypants (who has written two stories), 34Qucker (who has drawn a 5 page comic), and myself AusDpr (having drawn three longer comics and written two stories, one of which is set in Princess Pottypants's fantastic Diaper Dimension universe).

Overall it's pretty good value for $19.99, cheaper than a single image commission would normally cost from most artists, plus a whole lot of dirty diaper, spanking, and giant domination fun.

[Purchase Link: $19.99 on Lulu]

For a guide regarding what's in this pack, see the image below:

Sunday, 27 April 2014

WIP - Angry in Diapers

 Just a little sketch I did as part of a larger project, which will hopefully come out eventually.

Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Trail

Author's Note: This is just a juvenile and dirty fantasy story, definitely based around a real person. The narrator themselves could be of either gender. This is about the danger of having long-term crushes, magic powers, and strange edge-fetishes which might go unfulfilled and begin to become projected onto those that you're intrigued by. I'd considered writing this story before, but it was re-inspired by some artwork by lilhp at tumblr.


The Trail
by AusDpr

It begun, I realize now, six months ago, when I discovered the ancient book on magic.

I'd immediately engrossed myself, learning everything that there was to unlock the secrets of the arcane, having never expected such a find in our objectively non-magical modern world.

If I'd known then that I could create magical events simply by wishfully dreaming it, I might have taken a different tact to my magic self-education. Instead I became a sorcerer of the highest calibre, something of the likes which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years, throwing myself deeply into the studies.

And I'd often think of you.

So when it was that I was finished with the wild experience, ready to return to normal life which I had nearly neglected for so long, I was surprised to discover that your flatmate didn't seem to remember you. Oh they remembered me, and so did many of our mutual friends, but of you they scratched their head. I'd ask who lived in the other room, and they'd look confused, as if unable to recall. I quickly wiped their memories of the day, deciding to have them forget the perplexing questions, and set out to do my own sleuthing, augmented powers in tow.

You'd definitely existed, that much was clear, it was simply as if you'd disappeared one day and people's memories of such had been suppressed to keep everybody carefree and happy about the event. The question was, who had done it? And what?

I scried for your location, and found only the faintest hint in your bedroom, somewhere where you had been before you had gone somewhere else. I rummaged about for clues in your panty drawer, because, hey, it seemed like a good place to double-check, before I finally did what I knew that I had to do to start with and opened an inter-world portal, following the trail to where you had gone.

I came to a suburbia which looked normal enough, but soon realized that the scale of the place was significantly larger, and resized myself up. A hint was forming in the back of my mind, and I began scrying again in contemplative curiosity.

Following your trail, I came across the first strong hint of what had probably happened to you - a giant couple my own size walking along the sidewalk, pushing a double-seated stroller with a boy and girl in the front. Except, while it didn't stand out immediately, I soon realized that the cranky looking denizens of the stroller were regular adults of the size of our own world. The girl in the pink dress was clearly diapered, her legs spread white to accommodate the bulk and the strap of her stroller harness, and while it was more difficult to tell with the guy, given that he was wearing a pair of blue denim shortalls with snaps on the crotch, I suspected that he almost inevitably was also.

I slowed my pace, and began to think. By this stage in my wizard mastery I knew that a sorcerer's untempered dreams could be a very potent form of spellcasting, possibly more than anybody could do consciously, where magic relied on the fantastical childlike part of the brain that is locked away in adulthood.

This world, it was eerily like a place that I had imagined, for almost as long as I 'd had imagination. I passed a front lawn where a giant-sized man held the wrist of a regular sized cute guy high above his head, while the large man swatted the bare bottom of the bawling boy furiously, a disposable diaper laying open on the grass. The giant admonished the 'boy' loudly for having taken off his diaper and trying to run away, while the guy bawled and repeatedly promised that he was sorry Daddy. The spanking finished as I walked by, and soon the crying guy was being carried back inside, his naked red bottom high in the air as he was pinned under his new father's arm.

I quickened my pace.

The scrying trail lead to a quite welcoming looking 3 story home, a large front lawn covered in a variety of children's toys from a few rubber animals to swings to a pink rocking pony. Oh, what had I done? Is this what I'd done to you? You had ageplay tastes, yes, but I don't know if outright toddler-hood was necessarily your main area of interest.

Deciding that it might be better to take on a disguise before potentially encountering you in this place, I switched my form to that of a muscled teenaged girl in a cheerleader's outfit, breathing casually to relax myself into the new body, feeling anxious as I wondered what lay beyond that door, what you might have been doing for the past 6 months as I'd learned the ways of magic in near solitude, unaware that a crush had perhaps been affected by my random fantasies until now.

I knocked.

A man answered the door, looking handsome enough I supposed, a hard-faced suburban dad with a pencil moustache. I waved my hand, and a moment later he smiled enthusiastically as a glazing passed over his eyes.

He greeted me as if we were old friends, and invited me in as if he'd been expecting me.

The inside of the house was nice enough, about what you'd expect for a family able to afford a luxurious three story home in the suburbs. There was a polished wooden foyer, a room with a large couch off to one side, carpeted stairs and a wooden handrail leading up. I looked around with nervous excitement. The trail to you lead here, this quiet and cool house which I found myself in, now out of the sun.

"I suppose you're here for the clock?" he asked enthusiastically, and I nodded suddenly coming out of my dazed trepidation. I'd had to come up with some cover story upon arrival, and implanting the idea in his mind that I was there to pick something up had been simple enough.

He made for the stairs, and I followed, spotting a large playpen in the room to one side, and a highchair in the kitchen to the other, before joining him on the soft carpeted stairway and making our way up.

We went to the second floor, and then the third, and he collected a small antique clock from a pile of junk. I thanked him and quickly put it back where it had come from, magically wiping his mind of the memory that he'd just given it to me.

"So," I begun, looking about hopefully, "Whose stuff is that in the front yard anyway? The toys, the swings, you know."

"Oh!" he said as his face lit up, "That's our daughter, my wife is with her now."

"Your daughter?" I asked excitedly, "Oh can I meet her?"

The scrying led to this house, could his daughter be?... I supposed that there was still his wife who would potentially fit the bill, and followed silently down to the second floor as he enthusiastically took me to the last bedroom along the hall.

We knocked gently, and I poked my head in with a big grin, remembering that I was a bouncy muscled teenage girl now who would love such things.

A woman who I didn't recognize was reading a book in a large chair by the window, looking up at me with surprise and then exclaiming happily as she too recognized me as a family friend, as per my spell.

She used my false identity name and rushed over for a hug, and I laughed cheerfully while trying to glance about the room. It was a large playroom, filled with toys and furniture befitting a child of around 2 to 6.

Things calmed down and she stepped back to whisper while mentioning that the baby was asleep, pointing to an open doorway which led into another room. I nodded and began exploring slightly as the husband went to fetch us tea, and poked and prodded at everything that I found like a teen girl who was really interested in having children someday, my own cover personality maybe bleeding in a little more than I'd expected to make it feel all the more natural.

I came to a changing table and nearly felt dizzy at the stack of diapers I saw there, the lidded dirty diaper pail that I saw on the ground besides that. Oh dear oh dear, could it be? Had I really wished a certain reality for you? I pressed gently on the diaper pail foot pedal to flip open the top, and sure enough it was filled with wrapped up dirty diapers, many appearing just yellowed but some sporting a darker browner mark.

I let the lip drop, and walked back to my 'friend', smiling at her as I felt as if we'd known each other for as many years as the spell suggested. Something about all this felt right, but I still didn't have direct confirmation.

"Can I see her?" I asked in a whisper, "Just quietly?"

She beamed and nodded, and led me into the smaller side room as a gentle guide. A crib stood in the quiet little space, and tip-toeing over I saw a form in the crib, curled up in a footed sleeper and grasping a Teddy Bear. Even against the footed sleeper, it was obvious that the smaller woman was heavily diapered, a thick padding running the length of from her lower back and down between her legs to her other half which was hidden from our angle.

While most of her was hidden by the sleeper and mess of hair at the top, I tip-toed around to get a clear view of her face.

Sure enough, there lay my mysteriously-disappeared crush, sleeping with her mouth open while she hugged a teddy bear in a giant crib, a thick diaper clearly visible between her legs form the other side of the crib now. My heart beat in my chest, my head spun, and it was like I melted as I thought that it was just the perfect sight.

Your adoptive giant mother was standing over the other side of the crib and beaming, as if to say "She's a perfect little cutie isn't she?"

I smiled back, and reached down to gently brush my hand over your sleeping face, pushing the hair to one side. Something told me that you hadn't had the easiest time coming here, but had adjusted reasonably well and now saw yourself as an adult little girl. I had a sneaking suspicion that you hadn't so much as seen a toilet in six months, let alone been allowed to sit on one, and had been thrust rather unfairly into my darkest fantasies of being a perpetually diaper-clad prisoner of childhood.

We tip-toed out, and I beamed at your mother, a woman who I could tell could be quite stern and menacing given the hardened lines on her face.

"Oh she's perfect!" I exclaimed once we were out of the nursery, walking down the hall.

She laughed, and told me it had been a journey, but with a correct punishment regime, their daughter had come around and learned to accept her place, with them as her stern and infallible parents, and her as somebody with no power, no lifestyle maturity, who deferred to them in everything.

We went downstairs and sipped tea, her telling me that she was hoping to return to work soon, now that they'd gotten their family settled in. I could tell just by looking at her, she was a hardass manager type, and living under both of these parents would probably be an experience in harsh words and discipline for my crush. Had I wished that for her? I'd been a little crank with her for not making up her mind, with turning flirtatiously hot and cold - had I sent her to a house of spankings and re-educational lectures as punishment?

I snapped out of it as I realized that they were offering me a babysitting job. Something about helping me pay my wage through college. I suddenly remembered the personae that I'd taken on, and nodded.

"I've love to!" I exclaimed cheerfully, already know that I'd like to play the good cop to their bad cop. I'd never need to spank you, I'd be the one grownup in the world who treated you like a friend, with sympathy for a sore bottom, while gently encouraging you to understand that early bedtimes are for your own good, that in this world, you are legally and socially a child and had only the choice of fully accepting and embracing that.

It wouldn't be easy, I knew, in fact you might never fully adjust to second childhood, and going by what I'd seen on the walk here, that didn't seem that uncommon. With a wave of my hand, I put our old world on hold, freezing it in stasis until I felt that we - or maybe just I - were ready to return to it. Accepting the job offer, I shook their hands, and made my way out into the sunshine, smiling and enjoying this new perfect world, and the feeling of my youthful busty athletic teen babysitting body.

I couldn't believe it, but I'd be soon spoonfeeding you in your highchair, putting you into cute little outfits, brushing your hair, hell, changing your diapers, which was very intimate, and even bathing you.

And over the past few months, I feel that we've really bonded, me being the only large 'grownup' in your life who doesn't treat you entirely patronizingly, and more like a cute, funny, and slightly confused child, while encouraging you to accept that - even if I'm younger than you as a teenager in this world, by the rules and customs of this place I am the adult, and you are the child, and trying to avoid or deny that is just silly. I've seen realization spread across your face as you've come to understand that what I've said is true, particularly helpful by that you were sitting in my lap, looking up at me, having been put there to be allowed to watch a daytime TV show a little above your set maturity level.

I've had fun bathing you, tickling you, dressing you up in your cutest outfits that your parents have picked for you and taking you out shopping - I think that you're even starting to enjoy looking for new toys, getting to wander the pink aisles of the girl's section, while I laugh and smile at you to see you waddling so hopelessly with the diaper under your tights, which may well be wet or messy by now knowing how your control is slipping with no perfect time to restrain yourself for.

Of course, you will never read this, you can't, but given that you're currently at ballet practice and then will come home and take a nap, I find it cathartic to put the experience into words, to really ensure that this is what I want. And, as I remember back at how hard it was to woo you, at how flirtatiously hot and cold you would be to me back in our old life where you were an adult and got to wear panties and thought yourself my equal or better, I know that this is an improvement. You may not exactly look at me with enthusiasm here, but you have a clear hint of hope in your eyes whenever I arrive to babysit for the day, and I think that you enjoy being played with, being called cute and adorable over and over, and being cared for and dressed as a carefree adult child.

There was a reason that I fell for you in the first place, I saw the types of ruffled and bow-donned outfits that you used to look at curiously, you told me of the things which you had hidden away in your closet. Well, now here you are, getting the full experience as you are properly pampered, spanked, and put to bed early by strict parents - probably much further than you would have ever thought you'd have liked to go, but that's just the reality of being a child now isn't it?

My final thought for the day is that it's nice when discovering a tome of magic actually has a happy ending.

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Comics/books at Lulu

Hi all, it appears that Lulu's brief sale has ended, sorry about that. For reference, my 3 comics/stories so far are -


World of the Immortals, where an Earth-based college student travels to another world, where they decide to keep her as a baby.

Prisoners of the Nanny Bots, where an arguing space-travelling family comes across a robotic nursery, and their mother happily allows the over-eager nanny-bots to diaper and spank her two argumentative adult daughters, though it looks like the robots may not stop there.


Island of the Giants: Undercover at Daycare, a prize-winning journalist sneaks into the daycare on an island of unusually tall people, intending to get a scoop on reports that they're keeping short foreigners as captive oversized adult children - but she might just end up getting a long-term first hand account. This one was a bit lower quality and cheaper, with black & white images.

Monday, 3 March 2014

Caption - A World Of Sweet Dreams For Sweet Cutiepies

I’ve been feeling the need for a happier story as of late, though rest assured that domination themes will return without fail. ;)

Sunday, 2 March 2014

Diaper Dimension - The Glance Back

This is yet another fan piece set in Princess Pottypant's Diaper Dimension, though this time inspired by a scene from a new fan fiction story available here.

There's also a slightly different version on DeviantArt.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Book Release - Prisoners of the Nanny Bots

Hi all!

I've just released a lengthy new illustrated & colored novel with heavy ABDL domination themes, which has been in the works for a few months now. It was originally inspired by the old 'Lost In Space' fan story by Hal, though morphed into something quite different in the end. Usual themes for my kind of stories, check the rest of my blog to see if you're unsure.

Prisoners Of The Nanny Bots

When a feuding wealthy family travels to one of Earth's first space colonies, the last thing that they expect to find is an automated nursery, which even more bizarrely seems intent on keeping the adult daughters in diapers as if they are oversized babies. Their frustrated mother happily obliges, wanting her adult daughters out of her hair, but where will the machine stop? Will the two adult sisters ever get out of diapers once their mother has unlocked all of the machine's features? Or are the argumentative women finally going to learn what it means to be good girls? 

(63,000 word novel with bonus 24 colored illustrations)

[Purchase Link: $12.99 on Lulu]

(Note: This is as usual an amateur indie project, not the highest art quality around, though I am happy to say that I've made a few stylistic changes which I think really improved the quality of my art on previous work)

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Small Caption - Journey To The Countryside

Just something brief, with a bit more of a classical straight-forward AB domination theme.

Monday, 2 December 2013

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Undercover at The Daycare Art

Just something from the Undercover at the Daycare story, which was coloured in the PDF and I thought perhaps looked better as uncoloured line art. While the work isn't exactly profitable per hour, it's enough to make writing dirty abdl plots feel a little bit more productive, and I'm hoping to do some more exciting projects in the future, hopefully with more artwork next time.

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Some pretty wonderful Batgirl in Diapers Art

I thought that some people might like to know about the massive treasure trove of batgirl diaper art being submitted by the artist 'Cage' over at omuchan, dug up after having been hidden and only partially released for years.

Friday, 22 November 2013

Illustrated Story - Undercover at The Daycare, Island of the Giants

Heya all,

I've been working on an illustrated story for a while, focusing on the usual themes on this blog (giants, spanking, diapers, etc). It's about thirteen thousand words long, with 17 black & white illustrations, plus a few smaller drawings.


When a prize-winning journalist hears unbelievable stories about an island nation filled with unusually tall people, who keep petite adult foreigners as child-like submissives, she is compelled to investigate, thinking that realistically she won’t find anything.

Kim decides on sneaking into the secretive country and infiltrating a local daycare, thinking that it will at least be fun to imagine being a kid again, with all the cuteness and carefree opportunities that it would bring, and hating to admit that she enjoys the thoughts of the erotic domination overtones, though expects to find nothing, and be back out by the day’s end. Unfortunately, the rumours might not be completely unfounded, and Kim may find her visit to childhood to be far less temporary than she expected...

[Purchase Link: $5.99 on Lulu]

Please note that this is just an amateur project, probably the lowest quality and cheapest of what I've done to test the idea of publishing an illustrated AB story, and is just meant to be a bit of dirty fun.

Genuine real life forced diaper & regression therapy of adults

This is almost unbelievable, but appears to be well documented, with a published book from a long-term 'therapist' 'mother', describing her experiences in detail. The book is titled "All my Children", but doesn't seem to be available digitally anywhere.

While it was probably quack medicine, and often dark (tied to beds and forced into diapers, forced regressed living for years on end), the reports describe some deeply intriguing events, including full diapering and use, spanking, adult adoption, breastfeeding, and so on, which is almost impossible to believe. Unfortunately it had a dark ending where there was an accidental death between two men, but the earlier stuff is impossibly intriguing.

Supposedly, the therapy was quite popular and simply went underground, as well as global outside the US, and may be practiced in various places today, though probably not to the same extent. A few of the more interesting snippets from stories (link 1) (link 2):

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Fan Fiction - Princess Pottypant’s Diaper Dimension Universe - Put In Her Place

An enormous story for a single image, but I don't like mixing and matching if they're not from the same set. Recommend opening the image in a new tab, or viewing on DeviantArt which allows larger image sizes than blogger.

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Cute story on Degraded Damsels

While the Degraded Damsels blog doesn't often focus on ageplay stories, there was a very cute story started up over there which may not be finished (or may rely on fan interest for being finished), but is still a fun read in the meantime, so I thought that I'd send some people in that direction.

On an additional note, it appears that the Pigtails & Pacifiers site has finally launched, which looks to have some particularly cute imagery from an author who seems to tend to prefer things from the more shy & embarrassed dominated-in-diapers angle, so I'm hoping that it might provide some variety over the usual models smiling at the camera content that tends to dominate the industry.

Monday, 7 October 2013

Infantilist Cartoon Character

Pink Diaper's DeviantArt Blog lead me to stumbling across this video involving a lesbian adult baby character and her caretaker, as part of the official story, which I thought was pretty neat. She's only a secondary character, but it's still not something which I would have expected to see handled seriously, rather than as a joke.

edit: Since the video disappeared from youtube, I've uploaded a version to blogger here, which unfortunately reduces the quality:


Saturday, 28 September 2013

Is this the only dress that you have?...

I started this for a comic, but don't know if I'm ever going to get time to do the rest, so decided to change the story a little and put it up. The image may appear in a comic again one day...

(To open it in full size, opening the image link in a new tab seems to work)

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Nanny Vanessa, The Perfect Dominatrix Nanny?

Nanny Vanessa, over at PlasticNappy, seems to be a well-kept secret from the abdl world, who I only recently discovered by accident. She has the perfect stern nanny look in my opinion, and I thought that a small clip segment was sorely needed to show that off...

In this clip she takes no nonsense from a bratty adult-baby Sasha - perhaps as a lesbian dealing with an ex-girlfriend who refused to get a job, who now is discovering what the alternative is...


I imagine that releasing her on prissy girls who think that they're the centre of the universe would be a great deal of fun...

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Erza Scarlet's Diaper Trouble

While I don't watch Fairy Tail anymore (due to the story seemingly going nowhere...), I did hear about Erza Scarlet's age-regression misadventure, and was inspired to start a sketch which turned into a full blown drawing.

Friday, 23 August 2013

Some Giantess Art

This piece over at DeviantArt seemed right up the alley of my esteemed blog readers (come to think of it I'm not 100% sure that I know what esteemed means, but it sounds good).

I suppose that a witch may be dealing with a rude and noisy college-aged neighbour who constantly refused to tone her parties down, and now is going to get a very long lesson in proper raising...

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Rapunzel's (Step)mother Knows Best.

Just a piece of exceptionally good ageplay-family-themed art that I stumbled across, created by unduingtota at deviantart.

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Caption - Returning the Favour

Caption Story - The Winner

I saw this on Tumblr, and figured that I had to race to caption it before anyone else did (Because, in the game of abdl captions, you either win or you die).

Saturday, 27 July 2013

A few hidden regression pieces from around the net

In the past few days I've stumbled across several interesting surprises hidden around the net, which don't seem to getting published anywhere else, so I thought that I'd send some love their way.

The Long Weekend

By an author who also appears to be starting up a photo site (Pigtails & Pacifiers), The Long Weekend is hidden away on Tumblr. From a brief Fetlife visit, it also appears that the model in that photo is 30 years old, showing that regression via cuteness is never implausible. ;)

The latest chapter is also not tagged on Tumblr, so be sure to check out the main tumblr page if you make it that far as well.

The Flower Girl

From Daring Diane, amongst other stories, comes a fairly fantastic The Flower Girl, as well as The Fixers. (I thought that LittleBrides made for a suitable photo for this one).

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Diaper Dimension Fan Art

This is another piece based on Princess Pottypants' fantastic Diaper Dimension story, since the author was swell enough to work a little idea of mine into her latest chapter. Just a sketchy envisioning of events which may have unfurled regarding one of the side characters in Princess's story...

edit: There are higher resolution links on my DeviantArt account.

Thursday, 30 May 2013

Diaper Princess - Really Full Diaper

Not much of an update, but I stumbled across this channel on youtube, and it reinspired some thoughts of mine about how diapers on film often tend to come out awkwardly and unlike like the mental image which I have upstairs, whereas this video seems to somehow capture a bit of the fetishtic essence of how I imagine diapers to look and sound. I guess that it helps that is has no talking, as it can just be a diaper clad unfortunate protagonist of some regression story investigating their embarrassing new (& used) underwear. ;)

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Penance of the new student...


She nervously bent over in silence, unsure what other choice she had. How could she tell them that she was supposed to be the new teacher? That some bitchy seventeen year old had blackmailed her on her first morning, carrying an article about her student-teacher affair at a previous school, and that the tall girl had forced the blushing petite teacher into a schoolgirl's uniform and braided hair, declaring that their identities would be switched on their mutual first day? She closed her eyes and prayed as the Nun commanded, wondering if this was her penance for the scandalous story which she'd stayed so well hidden from up until now...

As the smacks started falling, she gasped and tried to tell herself that she could probably still talk to the principle and set things right after her horrific spanking ordeal. The nun picked up speed however, and soon she found herself losing focus and willpower, retreating into a frightened part of her mind as she began to feel like the naughty little schoolgirl. When the nun finished and ordered the sobbing student off to class with an authoritative point at the door, the girl found herself in no position to go through with her plan of talking to the principle, and instead ran off as instructed, panties flashing with each sobbing bounce. As she went, she realised how much worse she was making it for herself, how much harder it would be to get out of her new role if she actually turned up to class. The spanking had served its purpose though, and she had been well taught the lesson of obeying grown ups, leaving her little willpower to do anything else except turn up to class as instructed, sniffling and apologizing for being late on her first day, and grimacing as she sat her stinging rear on the heavy wooden chairs of the old catholic school.

As she sat there wide eyed in class, looking around the classroom from a perspective which she hadn't seen in years, she wondered how things could get any worse. She didn't even know yet about the fabricated note which the student had put in at the head office, describing her as frequently incontinent, and disappointingly disobedient when it came to staying in her much needed triple-layer diapers - which she should be kept in at at all times by the burly school nurse, not to mention that her skirt should be flipped up by a teacher at the start of every lesson, to make sure that she hadn't slipped out of them once again...

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Another Incident in the Diaper Dimension

This isn't entirely following the story right now, but it's fun for the interim. ;)

(opening it in a new tab with full zoom is recommended)

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Diaper Dimension Prisoner

This is based on Princess Pottypant's ongoing story about a young woman & diaper fetishist who accidentally gets caught up in a world where all of her recently read fetish stories are true... (Story Link) I started a sketch of Chapter 6, wondering what it would be like if Princess P herself was caught up in the diaper dimension, and went a little overboard ;). It's perhaps slightly different to the original story, perhaps as the author herself is the one trapped in and experiencing the story...