[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
[Small note, I have a Bluesky account now! ABDL twitter seems preeeettty dead, but I'll try to keep an eye on both. I dunno, maybe I'll try and throw some micro-fiction or something on the Bluesky if any ideas jump out at me.]
There was too many stained sheets and articles of clothing here for this to be an isolated incident, this had clearly been happening for the past couple of days at least. And Evie had only been here for a couple days. Evie just stood there in the door way, rooted to the spot, unable to do anything to avoid the slow motion car crash of Inara gathering up the evidence of all of the accidents she’d been having since she got here.
“Evie,” Inara said with a light sigh as she piled up clothes in her arms. “I do wish you’d told me this would be an issue before you’d arrived, I would have been able to accommodate your needs better.” Evie furrowed her brow and then shook her head.
“No, no, no! It’s not - I didn’t know it was — I don’t have an issue! This has never happened before, I swear!” She insisted. Between the pile of currently soaked or in-the-very-recent-past-soaked clothes and sheets in her hand and the way Evie stammered out her denial, Inara looked…..dubious. To say the least.