It seems the universe, or fate, was planning a new life for a young man by the name of Kelly even before the events of our story would begin, It started off with the world entering the era of working from home during the pandemic that rocked the system of office workers. Of course no force in the world besides mother nature could create such a change in the world, but the happenstance of it all opened the door for other forces to effect the more malleable of people in the world, and one of those is Kelly.

The early morning rush to get ready for work was long gone, and Kelly couldn’t be happier with the how things had changed, he was saving buckets of money not driving to work, he was more relaxed and honestly, he was feeling healthier as he was using his gained time to work out to improve his manly form. Manly form to anyone who was looking at Kelly would be a generous take, standing around 5 foot 7 inches, and weighing about 130 pounds, Kelly would be better described as twig than a strong man. He, of course, didn't see it that way and would get annoyed if others dismissed his manly prowess. 

Kelly strolled over to his work desk that he had set up in his living room of the moderately sized apartment he owns. He stretched and turned on his computer as everything booted up. Kelly gathered his morning coffee and sat down for the start of his day, first thing on the docket, responding to emails. It had become a ritual for him, his boss wanted daily updates, others needed confirmations, and so on, the boring life of corporate office work. Honestly the work was easy and Kelly enjoyed it for the most part. As Kelly reached the end of his normal new emails he noticed one addressed to him from someone he didn’t recognise. Not that it was strange to get a new person emailing him, he worked as a faceless peon in the world of corporate america. Kelly noticed that the email was addressed to him, but the subject was “RE: Checking In” which was weird as he didn’t remember ever getting the original email, opening it, the email read;

Sender: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Checking In

“Kelly, sweetie, I hope you are still doing well! I can’t wait to see you again, I know that we haven’t seen each other for a whole week but just one more and I’ll be back in town. Just to tide you over, I sent you some gifts!! I know you’re going to love them, princess. <3 <3 <3”

Kelly honestly didn’t know who this Sarah person was, and was more a bit annoyed at the fact that they thought he was some kind of cutesy girly girl. As Kelly stared at the email, something in him felt the need to be a bit playful and try to see where things would go. Afterall, Kelly was suddenly feeling very sure in his masculinity and playing the part of a girly girl would be a challenge that only the manliest man could do. With a sureness he didn’t have before, Kelly decided to reply.

“OHMAIGOSH, you didn’t have to get me stuff. I am doing so well, but I miss you so much! I can’t wait to see you too.”

Kelly had seen a few television shows with girly girls in them and was trying desperately to emulate them in the reply. It was a little easier than he thought but of course Kelly was naturally good at faking being a girly girl, he was a man and men were good at everything. Before he could log out, he noticed another reply from Sarah.

Sender: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Checking In

“Well, I know I didn’t have to be a silly girl, I just couldn’t help myself when I saw them. I can’t help but imagine your face when you open the boxes. You are going to love them my sweet doll. <3 <3 <3”

Kelly smiled as he read the email, this Sarah or whoever totally bought the reply and really did seem to believe that he was her girlfriend. Kelly was pretty impressed, even if it was in just an email, he had just succeeded in convincing this person that he was not only her girly girlfriend but more importantly that Kelly was a lesbian. Kelly knew that no man was man enough to have ever accomplished that feat before and he knew he was even manlier because of it. Truth be told, Kelly didn’t know anyone at all named Sarah, and for a moment after he read the email, he thought he should ask Sarah how she came across his email, but decided to play along anyway.

As the day went on, Sarah sent Kelly videos of her saying encouraging things to keep Kelly going throughout the day. Kelly, of course, listened to the videos and was encouraged by the sweet sounding voice of Sarah. After each video, Kelly noticed that he was much more productive and happy. As the day came to an end, Sarah sent Kelly one last video and in it she started talking about all the things they would do together, Kelly nearly fell out of his seat with how kinky the plans were that Sarah had. He couldn’t help but blush and be thankful that no one was around. As the video came to an end, Kelly’s doorbell rang.

Chapter 1

The cool autumn air fluttered up and around the road. Outside was the freshly painted black ’67 Impala that had been restored to currently well-working condition, even if it had some other parts to tweak or replace with newer pieces. The door of the vehicle opened smoothly as Andrew stepped out. His work boots were covered up slightly by his jeans, and the polo shirt was the required shirt at his mechanic shop. Looking toward his door to the home that he owned, he couldn’t help but smile as he walked toward the door. 

Andrew knew all too well that he couldn’t sneak into his home anymore, not with three dogs who excitedly listened for the door to open. The heartwarming sight of the three large dogs all stumbling to get to Andrew first only made the giant man’s smile grow. Of course, those who saw Andrew as he walked could only describe his as a giant, standing at 6 feet 5 inches, and having the powerful build of a person who routinely moved engines and tightened bolts with just his arm muscles on a daily basis, Andrew was nothing less than a giant of a man, looking as the modern incarnation of Thor of norse myth. 

Each puppy was excited to greet their second human, their bodies and not just their tails wagged back and forth. Taking a moment to give the massive puppies their desired attention, with scratches on their ears, head and bodies, Andrew realized that the clock was ticking. Quickly, the puppies calmed down, all three panting happily, before they flopped onto the ground, knowing they had to wait for the human they protected to be brought out. Andrew dusted his hands free of the multitude of fur from his hands, before he stood up and walked down the hall toward his step as quietly as possible. Wrapping his hand around the knob of the door, he opened it slowly. Within the pink and lavender-painted room was the dream of a little gothic baby girl, enlarged to fit an adult. Andrew scanned the room, everything in its place, including the quietly sleeping form of Sandy, who was wearing, as she had been calling them recently, her “kitty-phones,” which were in grown-up terms, a set of pink and white LED Bluetooth headphones with cat ears on them. 

Andrew smiled, thinking to himself as he glanced around the tidied-up nursery, ‘She was really excited for Halloween, I guess,’ his smile turning to a gentle chuckle as the smell of the nursery hit his nose. Looking at his phone, Andrew decided he had just enough time to snap a candid picture of his adult baby girl before waking her up from her daily hypnosis time. Sandy had curled into a ball, clutching her platypus stuffed animal as she sucked peacefully on her green pacifier. It was attached to a white pacifier clip with leaves dotted down the length until clipping to one of her favorite onesies, a pale green onesie with dinosaurs, cute and cubby versions of T. rex’s drinking tea. The childish pun always made her giggle for almost a minute when she explained it to Andrew, any time she wore it. For him, the silliness of his little made up for the repetitive nature of the pun his little couldn’t ever get enough of. Andrew gently removed the pink and purple unicorn blanket from Sandy’s body, revealing the thick, sagging diaper under not only the blanket but the onesie as well. He held his phone up and pressed the capture button, not realizing his flash was still on. The bright white light engulfed the sleeping woman (even the only womanly part about her was her physical form), and Andrew, before vanishing in an instant. Sandy’s eyes fluttered open as the sudden burst of light broke the serenity her hypnosis tracks created for her. The green-blue of her eyes started to glitter as Sandy quickly registered that someone was standing over her. 

The incredible movement of the woman from sleeping to kneeling, hands on the top of her crib, would have made Andrew jump, if he had not grown used to his little’s somewhat supernatural movements when it came to being near him. Andrew gently lifted the headphones off of Sandy’s ears, allowing Sandy to shake her head, the long pale pink braids dancing around her head as she smiled up at her Daddy Dom. 

“Daddy!” Sandy exclaimed and allowed her pacifier to drop from her mouth. The act alone triggered a stampede of paws to erupt from the living room down the hall. Andrew’s hand reached behind, two fingers pointed up, making a peace sign with his hands, causing the dogs to stop in their tracks just outside the door. “Candy Time!” Sandy continued, bouncing on her knees, the crinkling of her diaper and plastic pants filling the air. 

“Actually, little one, I think someone forgot about changing time,” Andrew said. Then he kissed the woman on the forehead, causing her to hum contentedly while she wiggled in place. Sandy pouted for the briefest of moments before remembering what day it was, knowing full well that she would get exactly what she wanted that evening. 

Andrew had his little one up and out of the crib in a flash as he held her hand as the two walked over to Sandy’s changing table. Andrew could feel the diaper girl vibrating with anticipation, expecting special diaper time. Andrew helped her onto the table before gathering what he would need for the diaper change.

“Sandy, did my lil’ stinker do all her chores?” Andrew said, not looking directly at Sandy but speaking in a direct tone that reminded Sandy that her Daddy would know if she was lying. Sandy nodded quietly. With a gentle sigh, Andrew stood up as she placed lotion and baby powder on the table. He continued, “You can use your words, little one, so don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yes, Daddy, Sandy dids all her chores,” Sandy said matter-of-factly, even though her voice was a little higher than normal. Andrew liked it when Sandy had fallen into this middle space between her baby-brained state and her little girl state, her words were plurised, and she often made nonsensical sounds when petting the dogs. Of course, he liked her all the time, but times like this were becoming the norm for Sandy, which she didn’t seem to notice, or even care about, most of the time. 
 
  Andrew didn’t need to double-check the chore list. Upon entering their home, he could tell that all his little girl’s chores were done, and she had even put away all her toys long before he had to ask her. The snaps of Sandy’s onesie popped one after the other, each one eliciting a squeak from Sandy, her arms slowly moving up toward her chest. Sandy instinctively raised her hips as Andrew moved the onesie out from under her diapered butt and up her body, stopping just below the curvy woman’s chest. Sandy started to pout again before Andrew pressed his hand onto the front of her diaper, moving his hand in small circles. Sandy’s face flushed as red as her brown skin allowed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her hands started to stroke her breasts. With his free hand, Andrew tapped Sandy’s hands and wiggled a finger in front of the pouting diaper girl. Slowly, Sandy withdrew her hands from her chest, both reaching for either side of the changing table, needing something to grab onto as Andrew’s other hand quickened its pace. Sandy gasps turned to low moans as she bucked her hips in rhythm with Andrew’s movements. She could feel herself getting closer with each cycle of her Daddy’s hand. She could feel the squelch of her mess with each thrust, the squish of her diaper during each arc of Daddy’s hand, the feelings more intense, in the back of her mind, the still grown-up side, the side that seemed to only come out during diaper changes, remembered this feeling from more than two weeks prior, then suddenly, Daddy stopped.

Sandy let out a sound that could only be described as a mixture of a moan and growl, her glittering eyes flared up at Daddy, who smiled for a moment before whispering, “Tricks now, treats come later, little one. We have to get ready for the party.” The click of the locking plastic panties around Sandy’s waist was the only sound in the room, excluding the sharp crinkles made by the plastic pants as Sandy tried desperately to keep the sensations going. With practiced ease, Andrew moved around flawlessly, avoiding the desperate movements of Sandy’s hips as she tried pressing her diaper into Andrew’s hand again and again. The sound of the diaper tapes being ripped open came next, as Andrew deftly wiped his little clean, as he slid the first diaper under her, “first warning Sandy,” The words echoed in Sandy’s ears. She only got one warning, and today she didn’t want to end up punished before the special party Daddy was taking her to. The air took on the sweet scent of baby powder and lotion, calming Sandy down, and lulling her into a dazed state of mind, it wasn’t caused by the hypnosis, Andrew realized his little really did love certain smells, and they tended to effect her mood or temperament, baby powder had the effect of calming her right down, it made changing her all the easier. In her dazed state, Sandy didn’t register her legs being lifted, and only snapped back to reality as the small egg-shaped toy was inserted into her rectum. Her eyes locked with Andrew’s as he smiled.

Andrew slid two boosters into Sandy’s first diaper, a simple pink CutiePlusU diaper. Next, he slid another identical diaper under his little one’s padded posterior and added another booster on the second diaper. Sandy hadn’t noticed her Daddy adding a slit into her diaper before putting her into the first one, meaning she was going to be drinking a lot of liquids tonight if she wanted a diaper change anytime soon. Lastly, Andrew took a cloth diaper, a cute pink number, and slid it under his little girl's poofed-out bottom before securing it with pins. Finally, Andrew slid the locking plastic panties up Sandy’s legs and into place with a soft click. Sandy tried to close her legs, but the bulk between her thighs made it impossible; at best she would be maybe four or five inches between both her legs. 

As the crinkles of Sandy’s well-padded rear end filled the air, Daddy lifted his Little smiling as she wobbled on her diapered butt, a slight hitch in her breathing as the pressure flared from the egg in her bottom combined with her natural weight. The woman couldn’t help but wiggle in place, which only caused her body to jerk with each movement large enough to affect the special toy lodged in her rectum. Andrew crossed his arms impatiently, sighing loud enough for Sandy to snap to attention, and lowering her head, as she muttered a soft “Sorry Daddy,” 
 
  Andrew had known what he was signing himself up for when he started the hypnosis on a little as easily distracted as the little one sitting before him, Sandy, making them late for more than one occasion for the very same reason. Andrew started lifting the onesie, tapping Sandy gently as he did to let her know to raise her arms. It was finally time to start getting ready for the party. Between the two, Sandy was quickly dressed in her special outfit, a pink princess dress, one mostly designed to be at least some one what sexy on an actual woman, instead, Andrew and Sandy had made some modifications, taking out the panties, ensuring diaper checks would be fast and easy, as well as pinning down the bust just a twinge, to show off more of the valley of cleavage Sandy was very proud of. With Andrew placing a silver crown on her head, Sandy was ready. Her slightly puffed-out sleeves paired well with her puffed-up bottom. On her legs, she wore a pair of white thigh-high stockings, the singular piece that made the outfit feel somewhat adult, and a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes, without heels, of course. Sandy was a baby girl, not a sexy woman after all. 

Monthly Schedule October 2025!

Wednesday October 1st: Schedule Release for October!! 
Sunday October 5th: 24/7 Journal Entry Weekly Post!! Number 3
Wednesday October 8th: Mistaken Identity Part 1 (Public)
Wednesday October 8th: Mistaken Identity Part 2 (Subscribers)
Friday October 10th:  Simple Life Chapter 3 (Subscribers)
Sunday October 12th: 24/7 Journal Entry Weekly Post!! Number 4
Monday October 13th: Simple Life (Bonus Chapter!!) Chapter 4 (Subscribers)
Monday October 13th: Bonus Mistaken Identity Part 3 (Subscribers)
Sunday October 19th: 24/7 Journal Entry Weekly Post!! Number 5
Wednesday October 22nd: A Perfect Morning (Public Short Story)
Sunday October 26th: 24/7 Journal Entry Weekly Post!! Number 6

This is going to be a busy month for this baby!! I am going to try to post a Short Shorty once a month, that way you wont be bogged by down by the long story and have simple things to enjoy in between.