Rdorlan1272

I swear I already uploaded this and it went bye-bye...WARNING: The following story contains instances of shrinking, diapers, usage, and other fetishy things that are still relatively new to me.  I guess I have been given over to a reprobate mind.  This is the last story that I wrote a little while ago—last year, maybe?—that’s been gathering mold, neglected and unfinished until recent events prompted me to close it out.  I hope you enjoy, and even if you don’t, I hope you stay safe!  Fits of Fantasy Chapter 4 Part 2The wad of used diapers mushed between Erica’s pipe cleaner legs were hard enough to navigate with when she’d been full-sized, ...

I swear I already uploaded this and it went bye-bye...WARNING: The following story contains instances of shrinking, diapers, usage, and other fetishy things that are still relatively new to me.  I guess I have been given over to a reprobate mind.  This is the last story that I wrote a little while ago—last year, maybe?—that’s been gathering mold, neglected and unfinished until recent events prompted me to close it out.  I hope you enjoy, and even if you don’t, I hope you stay safe!  Fits of Fantasy Chapter 4 Part 2The wad of used diapers mushed between Erica’s pipe cleaner legs were hard enough to navigate with when she’d been full-sized, ...

WARNING: The following story contains instances of shrinking, age-play, diapers, and other stuff.  Chapter 1 – School DazeCheryl stared down the long, crowded hall.  She was beginning to find her lover to be a vindictive, little witch.  Emphasis on witch.  Literal emphasis on witch.  Last night she’d gone to bed a 23-year-old woman, tall and curvaceous with short, dark hair and the kind of bronze skin that drove women into tanning booths and bottles in fits of jealousy.  This morning she’d woken up to life as a 24-year-old woman.  But that’s where the similarities stopped.  She’d been shocked to find she was very much on the wrong side of ...

WARNING: The following story contains shrinking, diapers, age play, and ridiculously trite cameos.  If exposure to any of these ingredients causes any instances of nausea, endometritis, or anal leakage please press the ‘Back’ button located at the top of your screen and a nurse will be in to assist you directly.  For everyone else, I hope you brought your spoonful of sugar.  Part 1Almost three years ago, the world changed.  One night the sun set on a normal day, and when it rose again roughly thirty percent of the world’s population had shrunk.  There was no rhyme or reason, no recognizable pattern as to the victims or how much they were v...

WARNING:  The following story contains age regression, diapers, and lots of sick whining.  If you are allergic to any of the above ingredients, please ‘Back’ away quickly, and if you have any symptoms, such as swelling of the lips, tingling of the mouth, or eczema please contact a licensed physician immediately.  Chapter 1Carol staggered up a few steps.  Then she stopped.  Struggled with her protesting burden.  And when she got it resituated, she went back to conquering the stairs.  Progress lasted all of three steps before she was forced to stop yet again.  She looked down at her burden and frowned.  The woman was several, several inches ...

Warning: The following story contains slow shrinking, mental age regression, and diapers.  However, this is a little different from my usual fare—it’s bloated, and unwieldy, and self-indulgent—with a healthy (or un) focus on Self.  So quite probably I’m alienating not only the people who find the shrinking/regression/diapers thing off-putting, but the people who do find it erotic as well.  Which all seems kinda counter productive.  Oh well.  The exit door is to your left, marked with a convenient arrow pointing the way to safety—watch out for the mop and bucket on the other side; the janitor can be a little messy…which is kinda ironic, don...

The following story contains instances of diapers, age play, shrinking, and sexual situations.  If this degree of porridge is anything but just right for you, please move to other bowls, and let those who do enjoy such bowls, enjoy them.  Otherwise bears will do horrible things to you.  Things involving long hugs, stories about their cubs accomplishments at school, and slideshows of their last vacation in Maine.  You’ve been warned.  Chapter 1“Are you sure this is safe?” Cheryl asked.  She eyed the vial of purplish liquid Carol held out to her.  “It doesn’t look safe.”  The tall blond lifted the vial up, and the light over Cheryl’s kitchen...

A Little Time OffWARNING: The following story contains instances of diapers, age play, sexual situations, and a stuffed seal.  If this doesn’t interest you, now would be a lovely time to skip, skip, skip to your loo and let those who enjoy this kind of thing, enjoy this kind of thing.  You’ve been warned.  Chapter 1The phone rang.  Again.  It’d been ringing all day.  Just as it had rang all day yesterday.  And the day before that.  With The Meeting coming up Tuesday, the one where ErGo’s boss would pitch the new advertising campaign to their clients, undoubtedly taking credit for ErGo’s ideas and making sure ErGo took the flack for any sho...

WARNING: The following story contains age play, diapers, and an excessive amount of pseudo-exploratory dialogue concerning age play and diapers.  The idea of Black Widow ABing came from a picture by the loverly Pink Diapers, please see the links in the Description section.  In fact, do that before—or in lieu of—reading this.  The idea of all the talky nonsensey, trying to think through issues way too big for me stuff is all my fault, and in no way should be blamed on Pink Diapers.  If this doesn’t sound like a three hour tour you’d like to take, please disembark at this time—and check to make sure you aren’t leaving any personal items behi...

Power Girl reared back her fist and smashed it into the dark clad villain's face.  He groaned, plummeting down through the roof of one of New York City's many high rises.  With a mighty effort the villain emerged from the rubble and floated back to the high rise's roof, where he landed and smiled up at Power Girl.  Not that she could see the smile, since he was wearing a black hangman's hood over his face that matched this regrettably skintight black spandex and oversized cape.  It should be said that while some body-types can pull off the spandex look—see: Power Girl—some very much cannot—see: anyone whose physique is best described as 'l...

“Warning: The following story contains shrinking, diapers, regression of a sort, and anti-Twilight sentiments. If this doesn’t sound like your preferred flavor of pie, don’t pick up a plate. For those who stay, we have ice cream. Yes, it’s only vanilla, but who honestly eats Neapolitan ice cream on pie? That’s a complete flavor overload. Totally not safe for your taste buds.All characters appearing in this story belong to DC, except for one, and she belongs to no one.While this is certainly [not] a sequel, it might be helpful to know a few things going in. Not too long ago a cartoonishly incompetent fanboy, who resembled nothing so much as...

Chapter 1: DownsizingIt looked like any other warehouse on the Gotham waterfront, old and worn, covered in shadows and cracks.  It was beyond dark, the security lights lining the lot were either busted or dead, the dual lights hanging over the bay door were out, and even the moon was hidden behind a thick veil of clouds.Black Canary frowned as she studied the warehouse through a pair of high powered binoculars from a roof across the way, looking and listening for any signs of life or distress.  "I don't like this.  Something feels off.""Eyes up," Huntress said from behind her friend.  "Three o'clock high."Black Canary slowly pulled her bin...

Chapter 1Wonder Woman sat at the apartment's small, round dining room table and stared out the window, her hulking frame dwarfing the chair in which she sat while her hardened blue eyes stared blankly out into space.  A frown creased the natural beauty of her Amazonian features, an expression so deeply engrained into her face that it might as well have been carved in stone.  She'd held the pose for some time—long enough for her coffee to run cold and her host to become concerned.  "Diana?" Zatanna asked quietly, not wanting to spook the Amazon princess because in the magician's experience, spooking Amazons, princess or otherwise, usually e...

There was darkness.  All around her.  Consuming her.  Reaching down inside her.  Somewhere off in the distance familiar noises reached her—the creak and groan of their ship, the constant roar of their thruster, the whirling howls of the wind—but they sounded muffled and distant, as if she was hearing through cotton-stuffed ears.  Re-L Mayer huffed and sat up.  At least, she tried to.  Her exasperated breath never made it to her mouth.  It never made it out of her lungs.  As for the sitting up, she didn't so much as twitch.  Her body simply lay there, stiff as a board, leaving her to stare dimly at the drab, grey ceiling of the Rabbit.  Hav...