Is There Something Wrong?Is There Something Wrong?
A K-On Story
It was like any other day in the clubroom. That is, if any other day were any other day were as strange as this one. After a day of practice that consisted of sitting around, drinking tea and eating various types of cake, they all decided to head out. Well, most of them did. Left behind was Ritsu, who (against her will) was tasked with cleaning the clubroom. And to say that she was being sluggish is an insult to slugs, as she slowly moved the broom from side to side with a sigh. "Man" she said out loud to herself, "Why do I have to be the one who does the stupid cleaning? This is pointless... I am going to have to do this all over again tomorrow..." She slowly leaned down, pushing some of the dust and crumbs into the dustpan. "I would give anything to not have to do this cleaning anymore," she said in a sigh as she poured the dirty substance into the trash.
"Am I interrupting someone important?" came a voice from the door. Ritsu jumped violently,
Injection of MaturityInjection of MaturityInjection of Maturity4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Evangelion AR Story
Akagi Ritsuko sighed, looking into the living room of her
apartment. one who would look into the room would guess that
either a small party or a miniature tornado had flown through
there. Of course, Ritsuko knew better. Setting her hands on her
hips, she would slowly step into the room, observing the empty
beer cans and random snack wrappers that littered the table and
floor. Nearby, a soft snoring could be heard. As she picked up
empty beer cans to be thrown away, she peeked over to see one of
her only good friends, Katsuragi Misato, limbs sprawled out into
several different directions and mouth wide open, passed out in
a drunken stupor.
Indeed, she had been expecting this. More and more recently,
Misato had been coming over to "hang out" with Ritsuko. While at
first Ritsuko was touched by the sentiment, she soon came to
find out that "hanging out" was code for getting absolutely
smashed and watching television. While it was somewhat nice to
Teaching the TeacherNichijou AR StoryTeaching the Teacher4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Izumi Sakurai-sensei sighed a bit to herself, slowly closing her school planner as students slowly started to file out of her classroom. Sweat sprouting out at regular intervals, she stood by her desk and waved to all of them, receiving a half hearted wave back in response. After a few moments, most of them were gone, leaving only a few girls in the back: The tall and silent Mai, the slightly reserved though very creative Mio and the very boisterous if not so level headed Yukko. Sakurai-sensei smiled softly as she sat back down at her desk, going to collect her work but peeking at the girls every once in a while.
She saw Yukko say a few things to the girls before waving, quickly hurrying out of the room. Mio, on the other hand, sat down and took out a pencil and pad, doodling to herself. And of course, Mai was sitting at her desk, reading a book. Sakurai-sensei smiled sweetly as she looked down at her work. She wasn't very focused, however, as watching these young gir
Geistis Commission- Misato Story"Ritsuuuuu...."Geistis Commission- Misato Story2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you get a night off in this job, it's not something you really want to waste. There was a playful smile on Misato's face as she peeked into the NERV lab that seemed to perpetually house her best friend, eyes darting about looking for her. The bottle-blond head made its way into the woman's eyesight, and her grin only grew wider. Since she apparently hadn't heard anything yet, Misato took the initiative and began to sneak in.
Creeping up behind the hunched over scientist was surprisingly easy given how unnaturally silent the lab was. With a wide, knowing grin on her face, Misato tie-toed behind her best friend, waiting until she was just at her back before crying, "COME DRINK WITH ME!"
Satisfaction jumped up in Misato as Ritsuko jerked violently at the surprise, knocking a number of instruments and supplies all over the place. The purple-haired officer laughed to herself, covering her face as they bounced around the room, and soon found herself looking into t
The exchange part 8Part 8The exchange part 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anya was almost at the meeting point. She was feeling nervous, for herself and for Sandra. Sandra was still sleeping and gently she stroked Sandras head to wake her up. "Sweetie, you need to wake up now, we're almost here." Anya's back was beginning to ache, a combination of carrying the changing bag, Sandys toy dragon, and sandy herself, not to mention a restless nights sleep were beginning to take their toll. Anya decided she would use the baby stroller tomorrow to give her back a rest.
Sandras eyes opened groggily and she looked around. It was strange for her to fall asleep in one place only to wake up some place completely different, often in completely different clothes. She quickly checked herself and could see she was still wearing the yellow gingham dress. Sandra guessed her mummy hadn't opted for the less cute outfit in the end. Sandra rubbed at her eyes trying
Happiness is...?Elizabeth woke with her start as her alarm clattered through her dreams, shattering her sleep. She groaned.Happiness is...?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just one more week then School will be over for good." She muttered as she dragged herself out of bed and got dressed into her school uniform. She hated school, well she hated exams and the pressure that was on her to do well by her Mom.
Her room was fairly plain for a teenager, a couple of shelves of books, her laptop on her desk, clothes strewn around the place, and a few music posters on the wall. Elizabeth stared into the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair, hazel eyes stared back at her as she concentrated on pulling her hair into a neat ponytail. She was a slim average sized 18 year old girl, although puberty had not been unkind and as a result her chest was more than ample. She glared at her reflection as she heard her Mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.
"Elizabeth breakfast is going cold and yo
TF Shorties, Volume 1There was a strange sensation. Almost like there was a draft passing over Michiru. She shivered a bit, but ignored it for the moment. What she couldn't ignore was the slight rustle she felt down below. She looked down at herself, feeliing her dress sway oddly. She stood still, watching it for a moment, before giving a small gasp as it slowly started to raise from the ground. To add to that shock, she saw her neckline start to lower as well. She lifted her hands to feel it, as her soft blue dress started to harden in feeling as well.TF Shorties, Volume 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was turning from a soft blue fabric to a hard blue, similar to denim. It had an odd feeling on her skin, but all of the sudden, she felt another odd sensation. Her bottom and in between her legs would feel a soft force again. She instinctively reached down and touched where her underwear is, only to find that her hands sunk into the soft material that was now there. This was accompanied by her dress connectiing between her legs, giving her a pair of soft
AR Story: OutpatientOutpatientAR Story: Outpatient5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
by Ouroboros aka Ozzie Astaroth
It's hard to believe that things ended up this way. I used to be 24...but now... It's certainly not the normal way your life goes. It's not so bad when you get used to it. Things seem right and it's not like there's anything you can do or could have done anyway. It all started a while back when I got a call from someone in pediatrics. You see, I used to work in a hospital, although it's not like I wanted to. In all honesty, hospitals give me the creeps. The main reason people go to the hospital is because they are sick or injured so the chances of getting a disease seems great. I'm just glad I never had to work around patients much. I would just fix a few of the hospital's computer problems and be on my way. Every so often I would have to go into a patient's room to fix something, but not often. One day, I met the most unusual person I've ever come across.
Like I said, it was a call from pediatrics. The last thing I needed that day was to see
Little ChizuruSanae walked down the sidewalk, clutching a very unusual looking device tightly in her arms as she approached the . It looked like a toy-like powder blue ray gun, covered in bizarre dials as well as all sorts of superfluous plastic chunks decorating it. From its simple appearance most by-passers thought she was lugging around a child's toy, and the large light-pink tote bag she carried, covered with cutely-illustrated pictures of farm animals in pastel colors. With all this in tow most assumed she was a baby sitter leaving to meet her clients, though Sanae had a much more interesting job ahead of her.Little Chizuru2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ray gun she held, however, was certainly no toy. It was a very special project she had been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to test. It was a very powerful device made by three genius, if not eccentric, scientists from MIT, and just by Sanae's luck she had managed to stumble in on them just as they had finished it. Sanae entered their lab hunting
The Exchange part 2Sandra woke up but she didn't open her eyes. She felt relaxed and safe and felt as if she was floating. She was just at the right temperature. She smiled a brief flicker of a smile and opened her eyes. Her smile faded instantly. The bars were back. She rolled over to her front and pushed herself up onto her front. She was back in that cot. She hadn't been dreaming. She was still a baby. She didn't want to be a baby.The Exchange part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She noticed she was now wearing a pink denim dress with patchwork flowers embroidered on the front, she also had on white socks and pink booties which also had the same embroidered flowers. It was very obvious it was a two piece outfit. To her dismay Sandra also saw that the pink denim dress didn't come close to covering her well padded behind. Although her nappy was now covered by a patchwork nappy cover that matched the rest of the outfit. Sh
The Laundry Room DownstairsThe Laundry Room DownstairsThe Laundry Room Downstairs2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
An Original TG Story
Jeremy sighed, reaching down and hoisting up his laundry basket onto his shoulder. It had been two weeks since he had last washed his clothes, and after today's outfit, he was left with a only slightly dirty white tanktop and a pair of gray boxers. In regular society, walking around like this in the opening would be unheard of. But in these dorms, it was just a regular Wednesday night.
He knocked his front door open with his foot, looking around. The halls were empty, but it was near exam times, so that was to be expected. with another heave, he repositioned the basket into a more comfortable position before slowly heading down the stairs. Four flights later, he arrived at the ground floor, where the Rec room, information desk and laundry room was.
This particular laundry room had an... Interesting history. There were two laundry rooms, one for the male dorms, and one for the female dorms. Thing is, even though the girl's laundry room wo
The Exchange part 4Chapter 4The Exchange part 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sandra absently played with her fingers feeling a little bored as the elevator transported them away from the self contained forest. As she dangled their in the baby safety harness she felt a sense of loss leaving the dog bird thing behind. She was curious to know what it was, but would have to wait until they got back to their quarters to ask Anya. Anya had certainly left in a hurry, Sandra sucked on her pacifier thoughtfully as the lift came to a halt and Anya stepped out onto the shopping plaza.
It was a very clean looking plaza with trees in large pot plants dotted around the area. All the buildings looked like white washed stone, but the shops had bright window displays. She could smell food wafting from a few of the buildings and the sound of amicable chatter and bartering filled the area, It felt light and airy despite the fact that the plaza was thronged with people. Sandra looked up towards the ceiling and was su
Neon Infancy Evangelion Part 3Somehow the transformation just found Rei more unnerved then before. She'd heard talk that Angels all had natural shape-shifting ability, typically used to adapt to new situations. This display removed all doubt from the blue-haired infant's mind that this was an Angel. Now more worried than ever, the little girl inched backward from the creature.Neon Infancy Evangelion Part 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her fellow pilots remained where they were. Ayanami looked and saw, while they did appear very much afraid, they also seemed.... Intrigued? What was it? They didn't seem bothered enough to flee....
Apparently it was on her head to say something then. Clearing her throat, she said boldly, "You are not our mother. You are very clearly an Angel pret-"
Before the blue-haired girl could finish the point however, she found herself having her hair mussed and rubbed by the mysterious stranger. The action was astonishing indignant, her scalp left tingling and blue strands now stuck obscuring her vision.
"D-Don't do that!" Shinji crawled forward, point
The Exchange - Part 1She wasn't a pretty woman, some would probably say mundane, average height average build with dull brown hair framing her pale blue eyes and falling in a simple fashion down past her shoulders. She didn't wear the latest fashion, she wore clothing that was practical, not flattering not revealing, just plain and simple. Casual shoes, efficient steps, Mundane.The Exchange - Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However Sandra Bryce had an outstanding mind, one of the best in the country where genetics were concerned. Often found traveling from country to country giving guest talks on splicing DNA, filling in gaps where diseases were concerned, and writing papers on numerous topics in the field of biosciences. A truly gifted woman in terms of intelligence and it was this feature that led her on a truly extraordinary journey.
Sitting at her desk on a Saturday night, a half eaten Chinese takeaway lay discarded on one edge of the table, the rest of the table was scattered in paper and photographs, it was a quiet night, the rest of the buildin
The Exchange part 3The Exchange part 35 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The minute Anya stepped out of their door Sandra felt different, within mere seconds she was feeling sleepy and light headed. Sandra looked at her surroundings as Anya walked with her strapped to the baby carrier on her chest. It looked more like an office block, or a hospital, there were loads of closed doors down a long straight corridor, harsh lighting overhead, it all looked official and efficient, some of the doors had notices on them, but Sandra realised to her dismay that the words looks unrecognisable, they represented symbols she had never seen on earth. She really was going to have to learn to read all over again. Sandra suddenly realised she felt excitement at that thought, tackling such a task would be challenging yet rewarding. She wondered how long it would be before she'd be allowed to read.
"The writing over there." Sandra pointed at the nearest door they passed with a notice on it. "What does
The Exchange part 6Chapter 6.The Exchange part 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't long before Anya was walking down that first corridor. Sandra realised that it felt like an age ago since they had been last here. So much had happened in such a short space of time. Her whole new way of life was difficult to take in so quickly. The independent woman that she had been was apparently gone with no current known way of returning from her normal state. That in itself was hard to come to terms with. Quite frankly Sandra was surprised she hadn't gone into shock or was crying constantly. Perhaps the severity of her situation hadn't quite hit her yet, but she doubted that. The point where she had peed on Blake, if she hadn't gone into shock then, there was a strong possibility she wasn't going to go into shock at all. She looked at the dragon she still held tightly, feeling foolish, but equally happy
Anya walked through a door that opened as they approached it, it whooshed closed
There Is Definitely Something WrongThere's Definitely Something WrongThere Is Definitely Something Wrong3 years ago in Settings More Like This
A K-On! AR Sequel
It was like waking up from some kind of fantastical dream. Or it was really waking up, and while fantastical, what Ritsu experienced was slightly less than a dream. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at the surroundings, only seeing darkness. Her hands reached up to rub her eyes a bit, and at that moment, her first red flag rose. when she expected her knuckle to rub the sleep away, she instead felt a soft hand rubbing, somewhat sloppily, rubbing her eyes. She looked at it, seeing five small nubs on a tiny palm. Her eyes widened, and slowly, she got herself in the sitting position, looking around.
It was a crib. She was inside a crib. Big bars, mobiles hanging above, pink blanket, the whole shebang. And on the other side of the crib was another lump under the blankets. She tried to get up and walk over to it, but there was no walking in this tiny body. Her legs were simply too weak. She found that she could still support herself on he
Little Litchi: The StoryOnce back in her room, Lieutenant Noel Vermillion just fell onto her bed. It had been a long day. She had been in Orient Town earlier, where she was forced to fight Dr. Litchi Faye-Ling.Little Litchi: The Story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That woman just never gave up. Ever since their first encounter, Noel had the unfortunate luck to learn of Litchi's favourite hobby first-hand: dressing up cute little girls. Apparently, Litchi had recently come into possession of some new outfits and had been harassing Noel to try them on. Noel was lucky that she managed to get away this time.
Noel sat up, her hand raised to her chest. She wasn't a little girl though, thought Noel indignantly. She was just...petite. She frowned, thinking about Litchi's amply adult figure in comparison. Those breasts should be illegal!
Noel sighed, realizing that she couldn't keep this up forever. Eventually, Litchi would get her way. If only there was a way to teach her a lesson...
"Well, no use sitting around thinking about it," thought Noel as she got off her bed an
The DNA Age TrackerHey, Blaze! Come here for a moment.The DNA Age Tracker6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cyrus called the red wolf anthro into his lab. Blaze, eager to help, took his invitation.
What is it, Cyrus? Got a new invention?
As a matter of fact, I do. And Id like YOU to test it for me.
Really? Cool! What is it?
Cyrus left the room, and moments later came back with a gray metal band in his hand. The band had a black screen on its surface, and underneath the screen were three very small circular buttons.
This, he said, is the DNA Age Tracker. You attach it to your right arm, and it connects to your DNA. By doing so, it can tell your exact age.
Here. Put it on.
Blaze held out his right arm, and Cyrus clamped the band on it. Blaze felt something small stab into his arm, then green words and numbers ca
Ran's wish Pt. 1Note: This story is a fanfiction of Detective Conan and does contain diapers/age regression.Ran's wish Pt. 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Detective Conan (Case Closed). Yadiyaya, okay let's just say I do not own anything, character or otherwise in this fic. Now on with the story ^-^
Conan yawned as he awoke from his peaceful sleep. He stretched his hands a little before rubbing his eyes and looking at the clock on the nightstand next to him. He saw it was 10am in the morning, but it was okay for him to sleep in because though it was Monday, it was also the first day of summer vacation. He got out of bed, still a bit tired, and made his way to the bathroom. He did his usual morning routine of brushing his teeth, washing his face, and combing his hair. Once he was done, he walked out of the bathroom, took off his pajamas, and put on his clothes for the day. Except for his shoes, he was completely ready for the day as if he was going somewhere. He lastly put on his watch and glasses,
Origin of KiwiIt was one winter long ago that the story of Kiwi begins, in a snowy range of mountains when he was just the age of four or so. The air was nose nipping and cheek rosining but still sunny out that day.Origin of Kiwi4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind the resort the sounds of children chattering and the whistles and calls of the daycare workers as the children in their tiny plastic skis were helped up a waist high slope, not even a bunny slope! Up and down they went after the movie and lunch, cheery giggles could be heard first and foremost, but past that next to the door was a small boy in his blue snow suit, little ski clad feet hopping from one foot to the other "I I gotta goo, can you take me? Pleeeease!" the small boy with his blushing brown cheeks whined, a hand between his legs and the other holding onto his ski pole.
"Did we tell you to go before you came down here?" the young woman asked with some annoyance as she looked over at the ski instructor talking to another of the day care workers, she grumbled inwardly a
Learning to Play Nice - Part 3Allison yawned. The school was nearly empty, but she had to be at the school early because her mommy was the principal. Both she and Mrs. Mars waited in the principal's office, and Mrs. Mars was filling out some of the paperwork that she had left over from the day before. Allison wandered around, trying to think of something to do. She crept behind the desk and sidled up to Mrs. Mars chair, then tried to climb up on her lap.Learning to Play Nice - Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Not now, Allison. I have work to do."
Disappointed, but not content to sit around, Allison wandered around and reached for some of the pens and paperweights that were on the desk. One by one she picked everything up, and one by one Mrs. Mars pulled them out of her hands and set them somewhere where Allison couldn't reach.
"Allison, I've told you not to do that. Sit quietly in the chair and please don't touch anything."
Mrs. Mars didn't seem to be having fun like she did last night.
Allison sat in the chair, being bored, until finally Mrs. Jacobs came in to work. O
The CurseWalking into the school bathroom stall, Jane looked left and right for any potential traps. Waving her wand, she cast a spell to ward off any curses and hexes. Finally, she pulled down her pants, then her underwear and put her hands on her hips to make sure she wasn’t wearing anything. She grunted and pushed out poop that was caught between her butt and the toilet water by the diaper she was suddenly wearing.The Curse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jane sighed. She didn’t even know why she still tried at this point. She had a curse on her that any time she pooped or peed, a diaper would magically appear around her waist and catch it, thus making her wet or mess a diaper. Worse, her entire outfit would morph and turn into something very babyish and she would be forced to talk like a baby until she got her diaper changed(she couldn’t do the changing herself). Right now it felt like just a t-shirt and diaper and pacifier in her mouth.
She had tried every counter curse she knew and every way around the curse fr
AR Story: Home AgainHome AgainAR Story: Home Again5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
by Ouroboros aka OzzieAstaroth
Sitting in his beat up old car that night, watching the train go by, John thought about why he had come back home. It had been 8 years since he left. Now 26, John thought he had put the past behind him. As the dull clatter of the train repeated in an endless rhythm, he remembered how things used to be. This town reminded him of how alone he was. His parents had been killed in a car accident when he was 16. He remembered how his old baby sitter, Mary or "Miss Mary" as John used to call her when he was little, took him in. She was more of a mother figure to him even before the accident. So why would he come back to face those old memories? John had already planned on visiting his parent's old house, but his real objective was to see her one more time. John had just broken up with his girlfriend of 3 years right after loosing his job. Now all alone again, he was coming home -- a failure and a sad excuse for a human being as far as he was concerned