The Start of Something Good – All 3 Parts

Taken from the ABDL Ménage à Trois Romance:

Threesome

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here is a little story about setting made plans into motion.  Oh, the motions.

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The Start of Something Good

Tuesday evening

Kylie and Erica lived in an old brick building that had been converted from a warehouse into an apartment complex that was called The Stockyard.  Every floor had nine apartments, each containing the floor number and one letter of the word Stockyard.  Their apartment was the first one to the left of the elevator on the third floor.  And on their door, it read “3s” – aptly named for their new collective state of mind and only missing three other letters to make it a complete thought.

Greg rode up the converted freight elevator to the third floor and walked over to their apartment door, knocking and then stepping back.

“Sweet pea, he’s here!” Erica’s voice could be heard saying from inside the apartment.  “Hurry up!  Get out here!”

“How do I look?” Kylie asked with an excited tone, scampering out from the hallway.

Kylie was wearing a white baby-t and the tell-tale bulk of a diaper underneath a pair of soft pink bib shortalls.

“You look adorable, sweetie,” Erica said with a maternal grin.

Then Erica opened the door, Continue Reading …

Apple of the Eye

A few years ago, I was on the phone one night with an ABDL friend I met at a convention.  Every year, I got to see him and his wife for one weekend at that convention. Then we would share phone calls until the next year’s convention. On this one particular night, I was talking with him as he ran out to the store to get a pack of cigarettes.  When he returned home, he said:

“Oh my goodness, Nate.  Oh my goodness!  I’ll have to call you right back.”

A few minutes later, I was texted a pic of his wife – followed by a return phone call from him. The pic showed her in a babydoll dress with diaper, paci and with a bow in her hair.  Her chin was lowered and her shoulders slightly shrunken up.

She had baby-dolled herself up when he went to the store and that was how she greeted him when he got home.  Needless to say, that phone call was quick as they certainly had a sudden change in what the rest of their night entailed.

But I’ve never forgotten it.  It was an example of a fantasy that is more reality than anything.  Far greater than the traditional Hi, Honey! I’m home!, the thought of walking into one’s house to find your loved one ready to receive you in her baby attire and with the mindset of littleness about her is just as intoxicating as stripping her of her adult identity and regressing her yourself.

This particular photo set, the source of which I no longer remember, speaks of that fantasy-gone-practical-reality. From my own perspective, it awakens every sense within a Daddy’s soul.  And like many others, when I look at these pictures, every one of them speaks a story to me.

This sets presents her in the light of what she is: a BabyGirl, the center of his universe and all he can see. And how precious she is … the apple of his eye.

 

How’s It Gonna Be?

Taken from the ABDL Ménage à Trois Romance:

Threesome

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here is a little story about making plans and opening up.

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How’s It Gonna Be

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, at that perfect moment when the sun had risen just high enough to begin to warm the Earth again without yet cutting through the crispness left over from the night.

Kylie, a girl of 25 years, stood at the kitchen sink in her apartment – looking out the window at two birds who were flying around in a very playful way.  She smiled at how sweet the sight was of two love birds who were in perfect harmony with their mid-air dance.  Looking down at the single-cup coffee maker, she saw the first cup having just finished its fill.  Reaching up into the cupboard, she took down the dark red coffee cup with the word Erica written on the side of it.

Placing that cup under the coffee maker, she walked over to the fridge and got out the vitamin D milk as the second cup of coffee filled.

Erica was her life – her inamorata, her best friend, her everything.  She had experienced the supposed BFF thing with others before.  But her relationship with Erica had proven to be what was beyond the BFF.  And every day, the life they shared just kept getting better.  Kylie made it a point to pause each morning and remember how happy she truly was – before their day even got going, before the hustle and bustle of jobs and responsibilities took priority.

The second cup of coffee finished its fill and Kylie poured a heavy amount of the milk into Erica’s cup while just pouring a little into her own.  Then she scooped up Barry, her teddy bear, from his seat on the kitchen counter, picking up both cups of coffee and heading back to the bedroom where Erica was waiting.

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Small World

There’s nothing quite so intriguing as a story that is either real or seems so realistic that you can relate to it – either as a whole or perhaps just relating to a character in that story.

I’ve written entire books that were storylined from real events in my life and quite a few more that were based loosely on real events in my life.  The rest of what I’ve written is fantasy … or fantasies that I have.

But what I write to you in this posting is a true story.  It is not based on anything.  It is an actual account of something that happened to me recently.  And Stranger Than Fiction doesn’t even adequately describe it.

A few days ago, when in conversation with a vanilla female acquaintance, a most unexpected thing caught me off guard and made me think: “Wow.  What a small world.”

Let me start from the beginning …

This conversation with VFA (Vanilla Female Acquaintance) was one of playful flirting.  She asked me if I had ever been married.  I told her that I was engaged twice, but that both engagements taught me exactly what engagements are supposed to teach people … whether or not we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together.

Then she asked if I had any kids, to which I jokingly replied: “Not that I’m aware of.”

Following that, she said this:
VFA: Okay, Nate.  You and I are going to have a kid.
Nate: Are we really?
VFA: Yes … no, wait. We’re going to have 10 kids.
Nate: If we have 10 kids, I’m certain your uterus will fall out.
VFA: Maybe.  But 5 of them will be girls, 2 of them will be boys and 3 will be ducks.
Nate: Okay.  And what are we gonna name all of them?
VFA: Well, the girls will obviously all be princesses.
Nate: Okay. So how about … Aurora, Belle, Jasmine, Elsa …
VFA: … and Cinderella.
Nate: The ducks we could name Huey, Dewey and Louie.
VFA: Perfect.

Now this girl is the kind of person who can take a joke and who can dish a joke back out.  She understands the boundaries of decency and she expects others to understand those boundaries as well.  I really don’t run into people like this very often anymore.  Or if I do, they don’t present themselves as understanding boundaries.  This is what makes this girl such a joy to be around.

VFA: Now, what about the two boys?

With a smirk, I replied.
Nate: I’ve always been partial to the name Zeke.
VFA: Zeke … that’s a neat-sounding name.  What are some other names that start with Z?
Nate: Let’s see.  Well, there’s Zack.
VFA: No.  Zack is a boring name.

Are you ready for this?  She looked directly at me and said:
VFA: I’ve always liked … Zorro.

That was a very random name for her to have suggested.  And there is only one correlation I know of that would connect the name Zeke to Zorro …………… me.

At that moment, having heard the name Zorro as a suggestion that she made, a friend who was standing nearby contorted his head and looked back at me – raising an eyebrow.  Now, this friend knows that I am an ABDLer with a username and author name of Zorro Daddy.  He himself is BDSM natured. But like me, he never lets on to his less-than-vanilla interests … not in public, not in open discussions and not in how he dresses.

Nate: How about that?  She just came up with the name Zorro, unprompted.
That Friend: Yes.  She most certainly did.

Time progressed for a few minutes with no further discussion.  But whenever VFA and I had another dull moment in close proximity to one another, she would look at me and say:

VFA: Zeke and Zorro.  Zeke and Zorro.

By this point, I had already done the female mind trick of analyzing the situation, having come up with 50 different explanations (none of which having any proof to back them up but with good circumstantial evidence to suggest their validity), having then disproven all 50 explanations and finally … have chalked the whole thing up as being coincidence only.

In all honesty, how many names can you come up with that start with the letter Z … especially with a quick response expected?  There really aren’t that many.  And besides, I was the only one who was truly spooked.  However, having been an actor in 70-some different productions in my career, I was able to hide my reaction.

After all, it was just simple coincidence, right?

But a short while later, she asks me:
VFA: Okay, Nate.  So, which one are you … Zeke or Zorro?

Aaaaaaaaand NOW I’m on the spot.

I will occasionally receive messages and emails from people who are putting out, what I call, “feelers”.  These are messages that are sent to me with the cryptic purpose of trying to get information out of me or are trying to see how I will react to something specific.

On occasions, I will get messages from people who have written to me from other accounts, now sending me the same message from a catfish or sock puppet account.

This girl wasn’t one of those people.  Or so I believe to be the case.  So, I replied with a simple answer.
Nate: Well, I guess I’m both of them … sort of.
VFA: Hmm.  So, you’re both.  That must not be easy.

This was the moment when I decided to do something that has often been done to me.  I put out one of those “feelers”.
Nate: Yeah.  And you know what the only thing is that comes between Zeke and Zorro?”
VFA: What’s that?
Nate: Lily.

She opened her mouth widely and then laughed.

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That really didn’t give me any kind of answer.  But it was certainly the first time in my life that both of my worlds collided, marrying themselves together in an engagement that, this go-around, I had no control over for a short time.  And also, for once, this great big world suddenly felt very small and more close-knitted than I had ever believed it could be.

I truly wish I could continue this true story and give you a conclusion to it that ties up loose ends while revealing what I myself would like to know.  But I can’t continue the true story – because that’s where it ended.

And all I can say is:  “Wow.  What a small world.”

 

Don’t You Forget the Diapers

Don’t You Forget The Diapers
(To the tune of Billy Joel’s ”We Didn’t Start The Fire”)

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Imagination

A picture theme that, surprisingly, is quite powerful is that of the faceless BabyGirl – making her anonymous and giving her the ability to be anyone.

You see lots of these types of pictures on people’s profiles, displaying a comfortable safety in their unrevealed identity while still expressing the passions of something a bit less common.

This set of photos began with my discovery of one … this one.

For myself, its powerful appeal is that it leaves as much to the individual imagination as possible. And not only is she faceless, but the additional distinguishing feature of her hair is cropped out as well. 

This one picture led to a search for more like it and what I found were several from a series – the source of which I never found out.  But this set remains as one of the more captivating ones I’ve found.

When imagination is allowed to run wild, we often find ourselves filling in the blanks, embracing the unknown features and adding the missing details.  I can’t tell you how many times I have mentally put Keira Knightley in these pictures – in that light blue t-shirt and that diaper.

Our eyes are redirected, being allowed to find a new focal point – whether that is the diaper or the navel or the very pose or something else … allowing the peripheral to satisfy the rest.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
The Pictures Stories

 

The Waddling Dead, Season Two – On Kindle Unlimited

After having received a few requests from people, asking if I was going to publish The Waddling Dead Season One Story, I put it up on Kindle Unlimited.

So, following that same decision again, I have published The Waddling Dead Season Two on Kindle Unlimited as well.

This will give people the opportunity to read them in an ebook format, if they so choose.

The Waddling Dead Season One on Kindle Unlimited
The Waddling Dead Season Two on Kindle Unlimited

But if you aren’t subscribed to Kindle Unlimited or if you don’t have an ebook reader, you can find this story in two other places:

  1. There is a Waddling Dead group I started on FetLife where you can join and/or read the gruesome, crinkly tales:
    The Waddling Dead Stories on FetLife
  2. Or you can read them here on my website:
    The Waddling Dead Stories

So what is the Waddling Dead?

Each season is a 30-episode ABDL zombie tale that follows a group of college sorority girls as they battle the undead … while wearing diapers, of course.

The season two story picks up where the first season left off with Britney and all the sorority girls being taken to the nearby Harris Regional Hospital.  Unbeknownst to all, the virus uncovered at that campground is also transported to the hospital.

The sorority girls are admitted and within a half hour, the zombie virus resurfaces – quickly spreading all over the hospital, infecting patients and re-infecting the sorority sisters – so recently admitted.

The Center for Disease Control is contacted.  The hospital is locked down as police, CDC agents and military surround the building.  Britney, her sorority sisters and a nurse named Rikki weave throughout the building, avoiding and sometimes fighting the growing zombie masses – in open areas, stairwells, elevators and finally on the roof of the hospital in a climax when Britney re-defines the meaning of self-sacrifice in a last-ditch effort to save her friends.

The Waddling Dead Season One on Kindle Unlimited
The Waddling Dead Season Two on Kindle Unlimited

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………………….. The ABDL Twisted Books

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The ABDL Nympho Book 1   The ABDL Nympho Book 2   The ABDL Nympho Book 3    
Nym 1       Nym 2      Nym 3      Dead       Dead 2

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