A new Petplay Ebook, and a Free Ageplay Story!

Happy Halloween!!! (NOTE: This post is a bit long, but bear with me. And there is a free Age-Regression story after the break. - B-Rex)

This is my favorite holiday, but unfortunately I don't really have any great new caps to show you all. Lately my muse has been more focused on writing my stories, than captions. I've got tons of nice pics, but nothing I think of really clicks, or interests me enough to work on. Hopefully once I've finished some of the stories I'm working on, I'll be able to focus on caps more heavily again.

Anyway, I have managed to finish a new ebook, at long last. It's called The Billionaire's New Pet, and is based on my Pet series from last January. It's currently published on Amazon and Smashwords; Barnes & Noble had a problem, so I'm resubmitting it. Might be a few days til it's up there.

I hit on a lot of humiliating Puppygirl concepts in this new tale, but I think I still have enough ideas leftover to write a sequel, maybe even two. I reached a natural climax in this story, so I chose to end it there, on a bit of a cliffhanger.

I was hoping to finish a Halloween-themed story, but now I'm kind of stuck. I'll have to decide what direction to take the story, before I can finish it. Maybe I'll have it done in a few weeks, I don't know. 

I've had a few requests over email for more collections, so I'll be publishing a few bundles of my previously published ebooks. Not sure which yet, probably my Angela's Last Resort series, though I'll have to redo the collection when I finish the 4th book.

Other than that, I want to publish a bundle of my shorter stories, like my Vera Purdee's Box of Doom story, and a few others. I might write a few more short (1-2K words long) stories, to add something fresh. And I have a nice bit of material thought up for a sequel to The Plastic Surgeon's Revenge, so that is definitely on the front burner right now.

Anyway, some time ago I started writing a long Age-Regression story, hoping to publish it as an ebook eventually. It would use a lot of ideas I've had for ages now, some of which I've touched on in my AR caps, and many I've been saving.

Unfortunately, after talking to a few writers, I've become afraid that I might not be able to publish it on Amazon, as the main character, while an adult, is pretending to be rather young. (For the same reason, I rewrote my Paddled! ebook to keep every character at least 18, to avoid violating Amazon's rather vague TOS.) Which is doubly unfortunate, because I think this story is one my best written to date.

In loo of publishing, I've decided to post the first chapter of this Age-Regression epic for free, as a sort-of Halloween present, even though it isn't really Halloween-related. I've completed a second chapter of this story, which I'll post Friday or Saturday, weather permitting. If I ever decide to finish this story, I'll probably have to delete this post, so read it now while you can.

I hope you all enjoy it, and have a fun Halloween! Story is after the break, FYI. It's about 4K words long, as is the next chapter. Enjoy! :-)

- B-Rex

Tabby's Age-Play Holiday

By Tabitha Kohls

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(Chapter 1)

- A Vacation From Adulthood -

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"You can't be serious, Abby!"

"I'm totally serious," Abby said, planting her hands on her narrow hips. "I'll never get another chance like this again, and you know it!"

Will stared in shocked disbelief at his wife. He'd just sat down for dinner when she dropped the bombshell; She wanted to spend the next three weeks pretending to be a 16 year old girl!

Abigail and William had first met in college and had instantly fallen head over heels for each other. They'd been going steady for more than a year before Will first found out about Abby's age play fetish.

She had been very coy about it all at first. She introduced a little light spanking play into their lovemaking, claiming she got a rush when he smacked her bottom. And he had quickly found that he liked spanking her too. Soon swatting Abby's rump had become a routine part of their sex lives.

But overtime Abby slowly pushed their play further and further. She started by wearing fetish schoolgirl outfits to bed; but as time went on the outfits became less fetish and more realistic, until eventually she was wearing clothes straight from the teen section of the local clothing store.

She pushed Will, bit by bit, toward treating her like a naughty teenager, rather than his adult girlfriend. The changes had surprised and somewhat discomforted Will, but at least their play stayed in the bedroom. Though soon even that would change.

It really wasn't until after they were married that he finally realized just how strong Abby's age play fantasies were. She seemed almost obsessed with the humiliation of being treated like a little teen rather than the adult woman she really was. Shortly after they were married, she began buying an entire new wardrobe of teen clothing for her little fetish games.

Over the first year of their marriage, Abby slowly started adding part of that secret wardrobe to her daily wear, and began moved their play out of the safety - and anonymity - of the bedroom and into public.

The move started out slow, just like with the spankings. One day Abby decided to dress like a high schooler, and begged Will to act like her older brother, while they went on a short trip to the mall. He finally agreed after she threatened to take off without him, and he'd been shocked at the time by just how easily his wife passed for a teenager. Not one person in the mall realized that she was really into her early twenties.

Over the next year, Abby repeated the little game several times. Finally, she seemed to grow bored with the act. But instead of stopping the games, she progressed things further.

On one trip to the mall, she pretended to act up, throwing a loud tantrum in a clothing store until Will had to drag his wife-turned-brat out of store and out to their car, or risk dealing with mall security. Abby got such a rush from it, she began to act up on all their trips, slowly creating an obnoxious brat persona she took to calling Tabitha.

To add to her humiliation, Abby began pestering Will to punish her for her public tantrums, until he finally surrendered and gave her bottom the hard spanking she deserved! She loved the little brat games and insisted on playing them out more and more often, though she always eventually became bored and had to progress things even further.

Yet for all her efforts, even after 6 years of marriage, Will had never really shared Abby's fantasy. He didn't mind spanking her from time to time, bending her over his knee and making her cry as he turned her little round bottom red; but he'd never been truly comfortable thinking of his wife as anything but the short 26 year old woman she really was.

And in truth, he was having a harder and harder time keeping her real self separated from her bratty alter ego.

"Abby," Will finally said, frowning deeply. "You know how I feel about your... dress-up games."

Abby rolled her eyes and sighed. "I know, Will, which is why this is best time for me to play them. Don't you see, you'll be away on your business trip the rest of the month, and I can finally really play out my fantasy and you won't even be around to be bothered! It's perfect!"

"I don't know, Abby, it seems--" Will began, but she cut him off with a shake of her head.

Abby pulled her tablet out from behind her back, and shoved the flat electronic device into his hands. "Look, I've got everything already figured out."

She ran her hand down the screen, bringing up an open webpage. "This is a website for a house-sitting service in the city. I've already set up everything for my little vacation from adulthood; on the day you leave for your trip, the service will send out a professional house-sitter to watch the house... and act as my babysitter!"

"Babysitter!?!" Will said sharply. Abby giggled, then rolled her eyes again sharply; he hated when she did that!

"Yes, Will, my babysitter. She'll mostly just be cleaning up the house, of course. I'm going to spend the month as my alter ego, Tabitha." Abby said, spinning around with a giggle. Her red-orange hair was already tied up in pigtails and spun with her.

Will sighed heavily; of all of Abby's fantasies, Tabitha was her favorite: a bratty, spoiled 16 year old girl! Oh, and she was supposedly his niece too! If his sister Martha ever found out that Abby was pretending to be her very real daughter Tabitha, she'd kill him for sure!

But Abby went on, "Naturally, as a 16 year old girl I won't really need to be babysat, but having the house-sitter around should keep our neighbors from asking a lot of embarrassing questions. If I just stayed here all alone as my younger self, they'd eventually notice and probably call the cops or something!"

She shivered at the thought, and Will nodded in agreement. He knew that Abby's biggest fear, and probably the source of much of her enjoyment of her games, was being found out publically. If someone discovered her secret, someone who knew her in real-life, it would be a total disaster!

"Of course," Abby continued, after a moment, "as this is mid-summer, the timing is just perfect. No one will be asking why I'm not in school, and I can spend the whole three weeks hanging out at the mall or going to the swimming pool in the park. Ooh, and I can sneak into the R rated movies at the theater too!"

She was grinning now, imagining her little vacation as a make-believe teenager. Will put the tablet down on the table, and held his head in his hands, thinking hard.

He tried to find a major hole in her arguments, but really couldn't. A year ago, he could have pointed out that Abby would never be able to get three weeks of vacation from her work, but that excuse wouldn't fly now. Abby had been making a decent living writing and selling smut on the internet for the past several months, using her fantasies as a backdrop for her stories. She made more from her writings than she ever did typing as a secretary.

And he couldn't fault her reasoning with hiring a house-sitter either. They were still very new to the neighborhood - they didn't even really know their neighbors yet, and they surely wouldn't recognize that Tabitha was actually Abby. Having an adult watching over the house and the apparent teenage girl living there made sense. Though it did seem rather wasteful to hire someone just to keep the house clean, but he knew Abby had wanted a maid for ages anyway, and this was probably her way of killing two birds with one stone. He fully expected the house-sitter would remain in place long after he returned at the end of July.

He looked up at his wife, or rather, down at her. Even sitting, he was nearly a head taller than Abby. She was always quite short, even for a woman, but at the moment she wasn't wearing her trademark high heels; nor was her hair puffed up to add a few more inches to her diminutive height.

In fact, he saw that she wasn't even wearing her normal padded bra and underwear either. Without her usual help, she was as flat as a board, front and back. With her lack of footwear and her childish hair style, she was practically Tabitha already.

Of course, she'd never dream of going out in public like she was right then, not unless she was safely hidden in her teen clothes, as her Tabitha persona. Despite her age play fantasies, Will knew his wife was deeply self-conscious of her height and lack of development.

More than once she had been mistaken for a teenager, or even a child, while in her adult clothing and she absolutely hated those moments! They were a thousand times more humiliating than when she was safely dressed as Tabitha.

Her mother had been a professional gymnastics instructor and had made Abigail compete throughout her childhood and teenage years. At one point, she'd been exercising for ten hours a day, every day, just to keep her mother satisfied. Abby had never been better than merely proficient as a gymnast, but her years of grueling exercise had left her with a severely underdeveloped body. She liked to say she was four-foot ten, as her driver's license claimed, but Will knew better. She was maybe four-foot six, on a good day, and without her padded underwear and bra, she was never more than about ninety pounds.

Still, despite her curves, she had great legs and her years of gymnastics training had made her incredibly flexible. With her padded bra giving a bit of definition up top, and her padded underwear giving her flat ass a boost, Abby could really pull off sexy if she wanted to. Will loved when she wore stockings and her high heels; that was his fetish. Coupled with her long red-orange hair, she could be a real knockout!

Sadly, Abby rarely wore such clothing now that she was no longer working as a secretary. In fact, she seemed to be spending more and more time as Tabitha these days....

"Well? What do you think?"

Will shook himself out of his reverie, and blinked. Abby had folded her arms across her chest, only serving to emphasize her lack of breasts, and tapped her foot impatiently. He sighed.

"I... I need to sleep on it. Okay?" He added. Abby grinned, and suddenly hugged him tightly.

"Thank you!" She gushed, as if he had already agreed to her proposal.

Will sighed and then hugged his wife back.

***

The early July night was hot and muggy. Will groaned and turned over in bed, kicking the sheets off. He looked at the alarm clock face glowing dimly in the darkness and groaned again. He'd been lying in bed for hours, unable to sleep.

He turned over again, and felt Abby beside him. She was asleep, and deeply. He sighed and gently rubbed his hand over the back of her head. She had undone her pigtails before crawling into bed and now he was able to pull his hand easily through her long hair.

His mind was churning, tossing chaotically from one mood to another. He felt anger rising up in him, as he felt her hair. Despite his claim earlier, he knew he would agree to Abby's plans, he always did. And she knew it too, which was precisely why she had waited until just before his business trip to tell him.

And that thought made him even angrier.

Why does she have to be so impulsive? Of all the times to dump this on me, why now?

He silently chided himself for feeling mad at his wife, but he just couldn't help it. This business trip was already going to be bad enough, without having to worry about Abby on top of everything else.

Will had gotten on with a mid-sized ad agency right out of college, and had spent the past 6 years mostly working on product advertising campaigns. With the economy the way it was, the advertising industry was in trouble everywhere, but he'd been lucky enough to stay employed throughout the recession. Things weren't looking much brighter in the near future though, and he had barely managed to transfer to the Paddington branch before the national agency began downsizing at his last office.

Now the agency was talking about shutting down the Paddington branch too, and if that happened, Will didn't know what he'd do. He'd let Abby talk him into buying this new house in the suburbs outside of Paddington, even though it was already well out of their price range.

She had claimed that the neighborhood appealed to her because of the total lack of drugs or crime, but Will suspected the real reason she had insisted on buying the McMansion was the close access to the park and mall, and especially, the huge number of teenagers that lived in the neighborhood. The house fit her fantasies perfectly, and like always, he'd agreed and put down a deposit on the massive dwelling.

And now he was seriously wondering if they'd be declaring bankruptcy in a few months. Will shook his head and pulled his hand from Abby's hair.

He flipped over and planted his feet on the floor, then stood, careful to keep from waking Abby up. He slipped into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face, both to cool down physically and to tamp down his rising anger.

Will stared at his face in the mirror, both hating himself for being mad at Abby and for being too weak to say no to her.

He sat on the toilet seat for a moment, wondering what he should do, and then saw a bag of diapers wedged between the sink and the wall.

"NyteLytes" the packaging screamed, in garish colors. On a whim, Will peeled the bag open and pulled a fresh diaper out. He reached out and flipped the bathroom light off again. He wrapped the soft absorbent nappy around his arm and watched as it began to glow.

The colorful designs printed onto the diaper cloth were made with some sort of fancy high-tech dye; it didn't glow in the dark for a few minutes after the lights went off, but actually reacted directly to body heat.

Otamii Global, the massive Japanese conglomerate that developed the NyteLytes product line, claimed they would glow softly all night long, supposedly making toddlers feel safe and providing a little extra light if they tried to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

The NyteLytes were just the newest in a long line of products Will's agency had asked him to design an advertising campaign for; in fact, the diapers were the whole reason for his upcoming business trip.  He had just three short weeks to convince Otamii Global that his agency could best promote the NyteLyte brand in the United States.

It was a tall order; Otamii normally did its own marketing, and its current ad campaign promoting the diapers had already proven a huge success in Asia and Europe. Will knew he really had his work cut out for him. But if he could prove that his company's campaign ideas would work better in the American market, than Otamii's own, it could mean millions in new revenue. He might even get promoted!

But if he failed, it could mean the end of not only his job, but the entire agency. Hundreds of people, including people he worked with every single day, would be out of job. And all because of him. The responsibility was a huge burden, and now he had to worry about Abby's stupid little teen fantasy on top of everything else.

Suddenly angry again, Will flung the diaper across the dark room. He sat dejectedly for several minutes, watching as the NyteLyte slowly dimmed away to nothingness as it cooled back down.

After a moment he smiled in the dark bathroom. His sudden anger at Abby had reminded him of the winter before, when he had talked her into wearing one of the NyteLytes to test Otamii's claims.

Abby's interest in regression was all about reclaiming her lost teenage years, the ones she felt she had lost to her mother's constant demands that she become a professional gymnast. What she didn't have was an adult baby fetish or any desire at all to ever wear diapers. The very suggestion that she slip one on had sent her into a fit. Only after Will had given her a particularly mean spanking over his knee, did she concede to wearing the thick diaper.

She'd been burning a bright shade of red on both pairs of cheeks, as she slipped into the diaper; despite his threat of another spanking, she utterly refused to let him put it on her.

Once the NyteLyte went on, Will had turned down the lights and watched it glow. Little duck designs had quickly appeared all over the diaper, at first seeming to hover in the dark, but quickly growing brighter as the diaper warmed up.

Abby had wanted out of the diaper immediately, bemoaning how humiliating it was and how sore her bottom felt against the cloth. But Will made her wait until the diaper was in full glow, then had her walk through the dark house to the bathroom, using only the diaper to see by.

The NyteLyte worked like a charm, but as she turned away from him, Will had noticed that the ducks on Abby's bottom were glowing especially bright. He'd quickly realized this was due to her fresh spanking, and it had given him an idea.

Shaking himself from the memory of his wife's humiliating night in diapers, Will fumbled his way back into the bedroom. He listened to Abby's soft breathing, until he was certain she was still asleep. Thankfully, she was a pretty deep sleeper.

He tiptoed out into the hall and into his study. He powered up his laptop and carefully unlocked the protected folder hidden on his hard drive. A few seconds of searching revealed a tiny video file, which he promptly opened.

Will had known that Abby would hate the very idea of wearing a diaper, but she had been on Christmas vacation back then and at her very brattiest. She spent nearly the entire holiday in full-on Tabitha mode, and he had been fed up with it. Getting her into the diaper had been difficult, keeping her in it had been even harder.

Will had asked her to wear the NyteLyte to bed that night, trying to play it off as another test, but really he just wanted to drag out her humiliation a bit longer. She'd agreed, but only after Will had promised to take Tabitha on a spending spree the next day. It had cost him an arm and a leg, but in the end it had been totally worth it!

The video file came to life, showing their bedroom that chilly Christmas night. The thick carpet of snow outside had filled the room with a soft bluish glow, making his sleeping wife quite visible. He had used one of his better cameras to capture her in her slumber, and the image quality was perfect.

He had pulled the covers away before he turned on the camera, and Abby had immediately coiled up as the cold air hit her. The tiny ducks and other cartoonish animals were still glowing, but only faintly.

He had talked her into dressing in a simply white t-shirt, one of her tween favorites, with lots of glitter and some teen pop star named Vannah Couver on the front. It looked perfect on Abby, who looked younger than ever in the soft light.

Will had slipped a little teddy bear into her sleeping arms. The NyteLyte package had come with a free glow in the dark pacifier, and he had wasted no time popping it into her mouth too. She began to suck on it instantly, the large flat guard obstructing the view of much of her face. It too glowed as it warmed up.

The total effect of her outfit, diaper, and the accessories he had added, was to transform Abby into a sleeping toddler! With nothing else in the shot for comparison, it was impossible to guess her real size, and with her face partly covered up by the binky and her hair, she was unrecognizable. If he hadn't known who she really was, he'd have never guessed that she was older than three or four, let alone a grown woman.

Once he was certain she was still deeply asleep, he had added the final ingredient in his mean prank; a bowl of warm water!

He kept the bowl out of the shot and started to film Abby just after he dropped her hand into the water.

The video camera had recorded everything, perfectly. After a long moment, during which the only sound was Abby loudly sucking on her new pacifier, a new sound began. It was a low, gentle hiss, that lasted a surprisingly long time. After a moment, the NyteLyte really began to glow.

It started at her padded crotch, as the tiny animal designs there began to grow brighter and brighter, and spread out from there, until the entire front half of the thick diaper was glowing. The designs became so bright they began to bleed into each other, until it seemed all of Abby's groin was one single massive bright yellow blob. Yellow light shone out over the bed, almost like someone had dropped a flashlight in her diaper.

The video only lasted about two minutes, because then Abby had started to stir and Will had had to quickly get rid of the bowl, bear, and binky in a hurry. He had snuck back into the bed with the camera safely tucked between his legs, just before Abby got up.

She had never said a word about the diaper since, and he never found it. If she suspected that he had done something to make her soil it, she had never said in the six months since.

Still feeling angry at Abby, Will restarted the video and watched it again, and then again. It all looked perfectly innocent, just a little sleeping girl peeing her diaper. The camera was high quality, the same one he had used for more than a few quick commercial mockups.

As he watched the video play out again, an odd idea came to him. He was too fired up to sleep, so he opened up another program on his computer and began to work.

***

The sun was nearly up when he finished. Four hours of working with the video editing software had transformed his two minutes of raw camera footage into a thirty second mock commercial.

Will grinned, feeling proud of his work, and no longer quite so angry. Working with the footage of his wife's most humiliating experience had been very cathartic.

He played the finished video several times, watching his diminutive wife pee in her NyteLyte. The carefully clipped footage showed little of her face and he had even added some simple background music to complete the mood.

The entire video consisted of just a few seconds of Abby sleeping softly, her pacifier popping in her mouth; then the view did a pan-and-scan across to her diaper just as she started peeing. He enhanced the sound, until the hiss was unmistakable, and ended the scan right on her diaper as it began to glow into one big yellow ball.

He even ended the simple faux-commercial with a short little tagline he created right on the spot: "Your tyke can sleep tight, in her NyteLyte!"

He sighed as the video ended for the third time, and he finally felt the last of his anger ebb away. He nearly deleted the whole thing on the spot, but stopped. After a moment of consideration, he saved the new video as 'TabbysNyteLyte' onto his desktop. Who knows, I might want to watch it again sometime.

He closed down the laptop and stretched. Yawning, Will returned to his bedroom, where Abby was still sleeping peacefully. She seemed to be deep in a dream and he briefly considered taking a short nap himself, but decided against it as the sun finally rose over the horizon. Abby might be able to sleep in well past dawn, but he couldn't.

Still staring down at his wife, Will finally considered Abby's plan to spend his absence as her alter ego. He knew he would ultimately agree to it; he had always known that. But he just wished there was a way to ensure she would finally outgrow this... this obsession of hers.

After a long moment, Will began to grin. By god, if she wants to be Tabitha full time, so be it! But only on my terms! Maybe if I make her little vacation from adulthood bad enough for her, she'll finally get this whole age play business out of her system, for once and for all!

His grin broadened into a full smile; a fresh jolt of energy seemed to rush through him, and suddenly he no longer felt tired. He had far too much work to do to be tired! But first...

Will found his cell phone and slipped back into the bathroom. He ran down his address book until he found the number he was looking for. He let it ring several times, until it was finally picked up.

"Hello Bob! Sorry for calling you so early, but I needed to talk to you. It's about that favor you owe me...."

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