Waddling Through Autumn: Tucked Into Bed After Trick-or-Treating

Janna

I build custom cabinetry, not fantasies. I sand wood, I sling power tools, I curse like a sailor and don’t flinch when some asshole calls me “sweetheart.” I’ve been doing fine on my own, until he showed up.

Wyatt sees too much. Says I hold tension in my shoulders, rebellion in my jaw, and fear in the way I don’t let anyone close.

Then he asked me if I’d ever heard of ABDL.

What the hell kind of man thinks I want to wear a diaper?

Apparently, the kind who’s right.

Wyatt

She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine.

Not because she’s soft, because she’s strong. Too strong. Always in control. Always ready to bite before she breaks.

But under the grit and sawdust, Janna’s a Little. A girl who’s never been given permission to let go.

And I’m the man who’s going to show her how.

One bath. One diaper. One rule at a time.

Until she begs for bedtime.

And thanks me for breaking her.

All characters are 18+.