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Bell Bleats

@BellsNotepad

Spinning yarn, telling tales. A place to put my ABDL Microfiction and Writing. Commissions are [closed]

Time to log out for another couple months I guess. Maybe. Dunno.


it's something, I guess.


The celebration runs long into the night, as you so courteously sniff and dote upon each wonderfully filled diaper before placing it next to you, for later~


You thank them, before gingerly undoing the ribbon, and lifting the weighty and dense packages towards your muzzle. You take deep, comforting whiffs of each. Each package has it’s own complex set of scents. Some floral, some acidic, some earthy and some simply beyond words.


A table stacked high with “presents” awaits. Presents, neatly folded, stained, swollen diapers in all sizes and prints. Each delicately tied up with a bit of ribbon. Each guest lines up, and hands you their “gift”.


It’s a party, all for you. The celebration runs long into the night. The party patrons, all done up in their fanciest onesies, their most dapper overalls, their most formal rompers. A celebration of your success. The clock strikes twelve and they all look to you.


I've got at least two more sets of rhyme tweets to post but i've gotta go to bed so maybe tomorrow


I've been writing in rhymes lately, it's a good way to stretch the ol creative muscles without having to actually write a story.


Oh no! I've been forgetting to tweet! I appreciate those who've stuck around, i'm currently lacking a bit in time to work on stories what with my new job. Stuff is in the works, though.


Something a little different. I saw Detective Pikachu today with some friends and did a little diaper doodling~

BellsNotepad's tweet image. Something a little different. I saw Detective Pikachu today with some friends and did a little diaper doodling~

Here, it's easy to read. I'll write another chunk maybe monday. ⚡️ “CYOA”


You hugged the plush tightly as you fell into your bottom, entranced by the slow swirling. The robot went about it's work, removing and gently folding your clothes, deftly powdering and diapering your bottom.


Almost as if something was slowly snacking on your thoughts, whispering sweet drooly nothings into your ear, just making the world all cushy-soft & bubbly-bright and... with your last gasp of adult thought you realise it, the plush you used to cover your eyes... was so cuddly!


You hold the plush to your face and turn to face the robot, you hope. You shuffle over, taking very gentle steps in hopes it might have an off switch. All the while you didn't consider the fact that it hadn't moved it arms yet...


[Sorry, I needed to eat. You know, literal fetish fuel]


"That's not the way, silly!" chirps the robot, giggling. A warm glow grows from behind you, and the swirls are projected on the ceiling, accross the floors and up the walls. Every surface of the room begins to swirl slowly, and you close your eyes and dive into the nearest plush.


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