Regressive Therapy Chapter 1Warning: The following story contains shrinking, diapers, and age play. It’s also Cheryl’s for-serious birthday present.More Like This
Dior pumps clacked across the pavement in steady rhythm, a discerning soul could count the microseconds between clacks and determine how close the storm named Emma Frost was coming. The receptionist of The Golden Apple Clinic, while not terribly discerning, was at least smart enough to register and react accordingly.
By the time the door swung briskly open and the woman stalked into the waiting area like a lioness with a purpose, the receptionist—a short wisp of a woman with short, black hair and more earrings than was professionally smiled upon—had opened screens on her computer for both schedules and accounts. Often she had to feign pleasantry with the clinic’s clientele, but the sight of Ms. Frost always elicited the real thing.
Emma was tall—a quality enhanced further by her stil
Regressive Therapy Chapter 2Warning: The following story contains shrinking, diapers, and age play. It’s also Cheryl’s for-serious birthday present.More Like This
Baby-minded or not, Emma was still a handful. Lying on the changing table, she squirmed and wriggled. She clapped her hands. She clapped her feet. She stuck her toes in her mouth and giggled at Mummy’s exasperated sigh. Cheryl shook the diaper at her—the one she hadn’t even managed to unfold due to Emma’s squirminess.
“Would you hold still for a second, wiggle worm?”
Cheryl put her hands on her hips. “Maybe someone wants another visit from the Spankie Fairy?”
“Then hold still.”
Pouting mightily, Emma stuffed her thumb back into her mouth, and although it was nowhere near as tasty as her toes, she made due, the comfort of her suckled digit offsetting Mummy
Anonymous Commission- Katara Story Yawning and stretching from his light practice in water-bending, Aang re-entered the camp. He supposed he shouldn't have gone so far to train since Katara was still sick, but Appa was still with her and he'd never let her get hurt. Since the frog-sucking method for curing a fever hadn't quite left Katara well enough to travel yet, that meant the trio had had to set up camp until her illness passed. Sokka was in town getting directions for the next stop on their journey, leaving the (hundred-and-)twelve-year-old to manage things.More Like This
As he cleared the hill reaching back to the camp, he was a little happy to find Appa lumbering toward him, responding by blissfully bounding to the bison.
"Hey, buddy!" cried the Avatar as he drew closer. "What's goin' on?"
Appa grunted in response.
"Is Katara still okay?" When the bison snorted in a disapproving way, Aang tilted his head quizically. From that reactio
Erika Anniverary Part 2More Like This
"Anyway, you two crinkle butts think you should get yourselves upstairs and have some fun up there maybe?" Sarah teased afterward while motioning to the stairs. Then she turned her attention to Tim and snickered, "Assuming you can walk stairs in that thing anyway, doesn't look like you have a good handle on it."
Naturally the boy turned pink in the face, but he did also admit that, "Yeah, uh. . . I-I don't think I could. Without help anyway. Heh, uh, kinda amazed Erika can manage this."
"You think that's something, you should see the conditions she manages to walk downstairs under each morning."
Erika didn't exactly need to be reminded of her tendency to soil herself, so Dick's next comment of, "Yeah, at least you're probably not going to need to deal with that," didn't exactly help. With a deep breath she took Tim's hand and gave it a gentle tug, toddling for the stairs.
"Erm... C-C-C'mon, I'm s-sure we can just s-settle upstairs for a little bit..."
"AH! Sl-Slow down!"
Ben's New Look: MallratsBen Tennyson leaned back and yawned irritably. It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon... and he was stuck in a girl's clothing store.More Like This
He supposed it couldn't be helped; he and his family had been ambushed by Sixsix the bounty hunter that morning, and though a few blows from Fourarms sorted the bounty hunter out, the Rust Bucket was pretty beat up in the fight. They had no choice but to push the derelict vehicle to the nearest town. Grandpa Max had given the two of them some money to head out to the mall while he acquired the parts needed (presumably through some special Plumbers network).
And of course Gwen had insisted that her cousin come with her while she went clothes shopping. Fan-freaking-tastic.
The ten-year-old hero yawned again as he glanced over to the changing rooms. Why did it always take girls so long to get changed? As his eyes wandered he noticed a ventilation shaft running across the tops of the changing cubicles, which ended at the wall he was leaning against. And