Aurora Harper

Just your average, 30 something, 24/7 little and ABDL Princess who enjoys writing naughty stories to share with the world. Check out my author page on Amazon: Aurora Harper Always happy to chat with others, plz me respectful.

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Remember the Weird Menace and Horror Pulp magazines from back in the day *cough* 1930s *cough*... Yeah, me either. That said, you are probably familiar with their impact on pop culture. Sci-fi "B-movies" and Grindhouse films are the direct descendants of the genre. Recently, I felt inspired to write some nouveau weird menace. And enjoyed it so much, I even commissioned art. Above is some original art for one such story.

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“Your body isn’t failing randomly,” she said. “It’s reorganizing. You’re losing functions tied to independence. Control. Regulation.

And gaining others. Sensitivity. Responsiveness. Dependence.”

“That sounds like damage,” he said.

“It sounds like adaptation.”

She hesitated. “There’s something I haven’t told you.”

She adjusted the neckline of her shirt — not dramatically. Not invitingly.

Revealing.

His eyes fell shut. His posture curled inward, like he had finally found the correct configuration.

He latched.

Instinctual. Inevitable.

Not chosen.

Big thanks to @crissiebaby for serving as the muse for this story! The Path To Equilibrium: An ABDL Gender Swap Story

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Reminder! 💕

Tell your favourite Tumblr blogs how much you love their posts! Tumblr can be a pretty lonely place, and a single heart or reblog is nice, but it’s not very personal.

So reach out to each other, tell them you loved that fic they wrote, or their gif, or photo set because it means a lot 🥰

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So much hate online, let's crush it with love! Find your people and tell them they are SEEN, they are VALID, and they are LOVED!

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Thinking about regression as unescapable, not roleplay

I finally finished a story that's been percolating in my mind for months.

It’s dark erotica / ABDL + MtF with a new take on body horror that I am calling soft body horror, it's focused on involuntary regression and a caregiver dynamic that forms because the body starts “working better” when someone else is in charge.

Less roleplay. More adaptation. Less empowerment. More inevitability.

If you like diaper regression that feels uncomfortable, feminization that isn’t framed as wish fulfillment, and kink that is couched in uncomfortable terms—this might be what you have been waiting for.

Link’s here if you’re curious:

The Path To Equilibrium: An ABDL Gender Swap Story

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Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a crib big enough to fit me!

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🚨 Scenario Time 🚨

Aliens have invaded Earth. Good news: they’re not here to vaporize us. Bad news: they’re kinky as hell and they’ve decided humanity’s fate will be decided in the ultimate wrestling match.

YOU have been chosen as Earth’s champion. 💪🌎 No pressure, right? But of course, because these aliens are certified freaks, there’s a catch: the match takes place in a 2-foot-deep pool of a TBD substance.

The aliens, however, are generous voyeurs. They’ll let you choose:

what you’re wrestling in

and who you’re wrestling (literally ANYONE, past, present, fictional, mythological… if they’ve ever existed in any form, they’re fair game).

The outcome doesn’t matter. The aliens just want to watch. (Honestly, once they see how many humans are already horny for tentacles, Earth is probably safe forever.)

So tell me: 1️⃣ Who are you wrestling? 2️⃣ What ridiculous, hilarious, or devious substance are you wrestling in?

Remember: this is for all of humanity. Make it count. Bonus points if your answer would confuse both NASA and Pornhub. 👽✨

Oh my Goddess gurl! This question 🤣

1. Get over here, Codi! We gotta save the world!

2. Lubricant that increases arousal :3

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Alright, you padded pervs, we know now how CrissieBaby intends to defend Earth's honor. What about all of you? Who are you wrestling and what are you wrestling in?

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Conversations with my GF.

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Subtly Claiming Your Partner

Collars, cuffs, and their ilk are all very hot, and I love them. But they shouldn't overshadow more subtle forms of claiming your partner. One of my personal favorites.... Replace my entire bra and pantie drawer. Make it so there isn't a single bra and pantie set I have left that you didn't buy me. Also make it clear I am no longer allowed to purchase my own bras or panties, all my sets are to come from you alone. Not only will I literally think of you every singe time I get dressed, but it marks me as yours since no one but you will have seen me in any of them.

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In case you need a naughty read to get you in the mood for Valentine's Day or something steamy to get through it. My book, Petticoat Punishment Vol 1: The Feminization of Jules, will be FREE on Ream from February 13-20, 2025 as part of the #ReamRaid event! Discover amazing stories and support indie authors. Check it out here with a ton of other great stories: reamraid.com or check it out directly on my author page: Aurora Harper.

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A small excerpt from the story I am currently working on.

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I thought the world could use more ruffles, some more lace, and definitely more petticoats!

Were/are you a literature nerd who finished your assigned weekend reading in class before the bell even sounded. Did you love the prose of Dickensian writing but wish it had more: KINK, SEX and BDSM?

ME TOO!

Which inspired me to start my newest story. Petticoat Punishment is a modern dark romance, with a gothic flair! Read about Jules' discovery and descent into the high-protocol world of petticoat Femdom. This is an intense story featuring heavy BDSM, mind fucks, Dubious Consent, and of course Forced Feminization, among many other topics. You can read the first three chapters for free HERE. WARNING: This story is purely fantasy, while it includes heavy BDSM themes, it is in no way supposed to be a good representation of the BDSM lifestyle or depict a healthy relationship. If you are interested in BDSM please seek out those who practice it in a safe, sane and consensual manner to learn more about what it looks like when done correctly.

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Juxtapositions

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing cute littles in their infantile outfits, sitting in DIY playpens, or sucking on a bottle/paci as much as the next person- heck, I am that little. BUT hear me out, people... show me pics of individuals wearing their diapers with leather and latex, thick crinkles with piercings and lots of ink, of someone wearing dips while rocking high heels, stockings, and a mini skirt. It's all about that juxtaposition!!! Don't even get me started on Bigs and Doms who like to wear, that deserves its own appreciation post!

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Babygirl Problem 221

Mommy says I can go as a big girl for Halloween. I was super excited to pick out my sexy witch costume, complete with platform boots, fishnet stockings, vegan leather mini skirt, corset and pointy hat, and of course everything is black. Mommy asks if I am sure that's what I want to wear to the party and I nod my head enthusiastically, excited to be allowed to wear something so adult, so sexy. "Ok babygirl hop up on the changing table and lets get you padded." I immediately protest, and she replies simply "You can play pretend dress up in your big girl costume, but your potty problems are REAL, and you still have to wear REAL DIAPERS, underneath."

You don't think everyone at the party is going to notice my white diapers poking out above and below my black skirt, do you?

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Babygirl Problem #508

The dentist after finishing up my root canal: Okay you will want to avoid straws for the next couple weeks and try to stick to soft foods for a few days Me: No, problem that should be easy enough Mommy once we are alone in the car: You know no straws also means no bottles, no paci and no nursing? Me in absolute terror: WAIT, WHAT?! *seriously, I don't know how many years it has been since I last went to sleep without a pacifier, but it is safe to say I am definitely conditioned to sleep with one at this point. This may be my most unexpected little problem yet.

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I'm breaking my own rule, and going to post something political because I am so mad I am shaking (nothing against others who post political content, I simply don't for my own mental health). I got a call from a close friend today, asking if I could write her a letter on my professional letterhead attesting that she has been fully briefed on the risks of female sterilization and was in sound mind to make the decision. I said of course I would, but asked why on earth she needed it. I was FLOORED when I learned her OB-GYN was requiring it before they would even consider doing the procedure. Look I have no problem with medical professionals covering all the risks of a procedure with their patients, obviously, that is the good and right thing to do. But after that, if your patient says they still want to proceed, THAT'S IT, CASE CLOSED, YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE CONVERSATION!!!! It is her body and her decision. Don't you dare tell her she may regret it later, that she will want kids someday. AND HOW FUCKING DARE YOU ASK TO MEET WITH HER PARTNER AND TALK WITH THEM. Or require a note from another medical professional. What kind of dystopian Orwellian/Dicksonian/HandMaids society are we living in. WOMEN are AUTONOMOUS beings who DO NOT need to consult anyone else when it comes to their bodies. WE do not live simply to bear someone else's children. To make matters worse, her OB-GYN is a FEMALE! I expect this kind of BS from certain factions in this nation, but I can't believe we cannot even count on other females to be our allies. So from one health professional to all the rest: WE ARE NOT GOD OR SUPERIOR TO ANYONE ELSE! I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOUR PERSONAL BELIEFS ARE ABOUT ANYTHING. WHEN YOUR PATIENT ASKS FOR A MEDICALLY VALID PROCEDURE INFORM THEM OF THE RISKS AND THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO YOUR JOB!

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 11

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“HAHAHAHA! Get a load of this one!” cackled Latasha, sitting cross-legged on her living room floor before a stack of cover letters and resumés. After recently firing her last assistant for sneaking naughty pictures of the Padded Palace’s inhabitants, she was left to hunt for a replacement. She wouldn’t have normally been this ruthless toward potential hires, but with two of her five paying customers opting to end their service with her over this, it was hard for her not to feel a tad petty. Blowing off some steam as she sipped at the glass of wine in her hand, she began reading aloud to Carol, who was seated adjacent to her on the couch, “Part-time adult, part-time bahAHAHA!” She barely made it through the first sentence before bursting into a fit of giggles once again.

Slapping the arm of the couch with one hand and shushing Latasha with the other, Carol attempted to reign in her friend’s tipsy hysterics while struggling to stifle her own. Red liquid sloshed dangerously close to the rim of her wine glass, seemingly defying physics. “Staaaaawp! Every time you laugh, it makes me laugh! HAHA! I’m gonna pee!” she shouted, recoiling into the ball on the sofa.

Now, it was Latasha’s turn to quell her drinking buddy’s volume. “Shhhhhh! You’re gonna wake the girls!” she said, letting out a few more subdued chuckles as she gestured to the nursery, where Skye and Ellie were slumbering in their cribs. After taking a moment to collect themselves, Latasha cleared her throat before restarting her rapturous resumé reading. Only this time, she added a deeper, male-coded affect to her voice to better emulate the cover letter’s author, “Part-time adult, part-time baby. I’ve been known to be an easygoing, yet firm caretaker, who’s willing and able to dish out kinky discipline whenever necessary. I hope you don’t mind if I work padded. I can assure you it won’t be a distraction. My years of experience as a Daddy Dom should speak for themselves.” She picked up the resumé corresponding to the cover letter and passed it off to Carol. “And yes, in case you were wondering, he listed EVERY SINGLE Daddy relationship he’s ever had under work experience.”

“Nooohoho!” said Carol woefully, the agony of second-hand embarrassment causing her to pull on her hair with both hands. Unclasping her luscious locks, she gleefully took the cringy resumé from Latasha and proceeded to examine it herself. “Well, he certainly came on strong, didn’t he? They can’t all be this bad, right?” she asked, almost dumbfounded by the social dissonance on display.

Sighing and shaking her head in despair, Latasha failed to laugh away her anxiety over finding a new assistant. “Besides the, like, two or three vanillas that clearly have no idea this is an ADULT baby daycare, they pretty much all sound like this to some extent,” she said, gripping her ankles and rolling dejectedly onto her back, “Maybe I should put out a call for girl caretakers instead. I know Riri and Skye prefer Daddies but after what happened, I'm not sure I’m ready to trust another dude yet, ya know?”

“Hmmm…I suppose you could, so long as you're not worried about shrinking your future client list,” responded Carol, sliding her butt off the edge of the couch and onto the floor to peruse the resumé stack. An obscure lightbulb, the kind that only someone a couple of drinks deep could manifest, appeared above her head as she ruminated on Latasha’s previous remark, “You mentioned getting a handful of vanilla applicants. If you don’t want someone to fetishize your clients, so to speak, why not try for one of those?”

Raising a crooked eyebrow, Latasha was flabbergasted by Carol’s suggestion. “Pffft! Any certified child caregiver expecting to find an actual nursery would run for the hills the moment they had to deal with their first messy change,” she said, dismissing the idea outright.

Undeterred, Carol continued sifting through the caregiving candidates as Latasha spoke. “What about him?” she said, plucking a resumé from the pile and holding it aloft, “Childcare experience but not certified. Definitely vanilla but he’s young and his cover letter reeks of desperation. Who knows, you could get lucky.” She waved the resume and cover letter over Latasha’s head.

Dragging herself back into an upright position, Latasha snatched the papers from Carol’s finger. “Connor Fitzpatrick,” she mumbled, her eyes scanning his resume from top to bottom. None of it was very impressive, and the attempt to embellish looking after his younger brother as a teenager did not inspire confidence. For him to be remotely qualified, let alone willing to handle the day-to-day responsibilities involved with working at the Padded Palace would be a miracle. However, as she moved to his cover letter, she was struck by his sincerity surrounding his college debt-ridden financial situation; a position she had once found herself in many years ago. Influenced by an overwhelming abundance of drunken compassion, she set his resumé aside, separating it from the pack of kink-centric applications while maintaining the belief she would come to her senses about Carol’s silly idea once she sobered up in the morning.

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Tapping her nails rhythmically on her desk, Latasha’s elongated exhale did little to mask how bitter she was. Across from her sat a very nervous Connor, who had yet to look up from the desk since arriving in her office. “And exactly how long was this going on?” she asked, her guilt-induced rage bubbling at the news that Stacy had been blackmailing Connor for most of his employment.

“She approached me the day after Ellie’s party and showed me the picture,” said Connor, elaborating on the reason for Stacy and his current attire. Each diaper crinkle left him cringing internally, serving as a constant reminder of his failings as a caregiver and an adult. Craning his neck backward, he glanced through the doorway at a stone-faced Stacy. She and the rest of the Padded Palace crew were stationed on the couch, awaiting their turns to give their sides of the story.

*SNAP!*

Connor’s attention was suddenly reclaimed by Latasha as she leaned forward and snapped her fingers out of sheer frustration. “Hey, eyes on me, Connor. I’m not talking to those three right now. I’m talking to you, and I expect your attention,” she said, deflecting the wrath she felt at herself toward Connor as she scolded him like the immature child that his attire was meant to imitate. She rubbed her eyes with the tips of her fingers to decompress her throbbing sinuses, “It’s my fault. My gut…my gut said you weren’t ready but did I listen? Nope! My dumbass just needed to go to CrissCon.” Her mood soured further as memories of her comparatively regressive evening replayed in her head.

Clenching his teeth to stave off his simmering sorrow, Connor hadn’t felt this powerless in front of an authority figure since dealing with his principal in high school. “I-I’m sorry,” was all his wilted voice would allow him to say. He wanted so badly to prove to Latasha that she hadn’t made a mistake when taking a chance on him. The irony that he found himself in the same seat he was first hired in was almost too much to bear.

Latasha’s frown withered as she took in Connor’s brief yet sincere apology. It may not have fixed anything but it was certainly nice to hear. Moreover, how was she supposed to stay mad at him when he looked like a sad puppy in need of a good cuddle? “Thanks. But again, this isn’t on you,” she said, sighing as much of her anger away as possible, “Why don’t you run along and get changed? I don’t have anything else to ask you about. Plus, I still have to deal with Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup over there.”

Confused by how easy he was getting off, Connor tilted his head slightly. “Wait, that’s it? You don’t need to hear anything else?” he said, having barely made it through the first Act of Stacy’s blackmailing saga by this point.

“Yeah, I don’t really need the explicit details. I think your outfit speaks for itself,” said Latasha snarkily, filling in the blanks of Connor’s wild night with her extensive knowledge of ABDL erotica. Had she been in higher spirits, she likely would’ve made a joke at his expense to bolster his blushiness. Not that she needed to with how rosy his cheeks got from that comment alone.

Gripping the skirt of his nightie, Connor’s anxiety refused to ease up despite the light tone Latasha had adopted. “So…I’m not fired or anything?” he asked, needing assurance that his worst fears wouldn’t be realized.

“F-Fired?! Connor, be serious. Of course, I’m not firing you for this. Trust me, it would take a lot more to…” said Latasha, finding no difficulty in erasing Connor’s deepest concern. However, she trailed off as her eyes drifted toward the open office door. Moving to the other side of the room, she quietly shut the door, ensuring the girls weren’t able to eavesdrop, “Did anyone tell you what happened to your predecessor?”

Stumped momentarily by the sudden shift in subject, Connor took a second to think before replying, “You mean the guy who worked here before me, right? I heard Stacy mention something about him last night but I don’t really know anything.”

“I wasn’t going to burden you with it but I feel like you should know where the bar is at,” said Latasha, steeling her emotions as she prepared herself to step into the past, “The guy who worked here before you was my boyfriend at the time. When this job became too great for me to handle on my own, I asked him for help in the daycare. Everything seems to be going great. The girls liked him well enough, and his presence helped bring in clients with an affinity for male caregivers. And then…I’m sorry.” Holding a hand to her chest, her vision strained upward as she fended off tears. It didn’t matter how much time passed. This story never got easier to verbalize. “Then, one day, I wake up to a phone call from Stacy demanding to know why her business partners had stumbled across a website filled with lewd diaper photos of her and everyone else inside the Padded Palace.”

“Oh, fuck,” uttered Connor, his chest tightening at the idea of pictures of himself all dolled up ending up online. He couldn’t imagine anything more horrifying.

Nodding along with Connor’s minor interruption, Latasha continued, “Oh, fuck, indeed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was missing from every photo. Most of the girls got lucky that they already lived fairly secluded lives. Sadly, that didn’t stop two of my clients from walking. Nor did it help Stacy. I’m sure she’s bragged to you about cashing out her company shares so she could live a pampered life 24/7 but I doubt she mentioned the part about her reputation being destroyed beyond repair.”

With his kinky evening inside the Padded Palace now completely recontextualized, Connor’s empathy grew for a girl he had once viewed as nothing more than an entitled, selfish brat, who would stoop to any level to get her way. “I had no idea. That’s so awful,” he said, still in disbelief that someone could be uncaring enough to do something so cruel.

“Yeah, it is. It’s a big reason why I picked you to take his place,” said Latasha, crouching down next to Connor’s chair to speak to him at eye level, “Your number one responsibility, above any duty I could give you as a caregiver, is discretion. Never forget that.”

Affirming Latasha’s sentiment with a single nod, Connor understood the weight that was being placed on his shoulders. She didn’t care if the girls knew he enjoyed diapers or dresses, nor did she mind if those same girls downgraded him from caregiver to baby doll. Her only concern was upholding the Padded Palace as a safe haven for anyone wanting to express themselves through ABDL. “I won't, I promise,” he said, touching Latasha’s shoulder tenderly.

It was a simple action but enough to trigger Latasha's raw feelings toward being consoled. Having been shoved into a Little Space lockbox only half a day prior, her unreceptiveness toward any form of comfort was on full display as she gently pulled Connor’s hand away from her clavicle. “I know you won’t,” she said, ruffling his hair with her free hand in an unintentional effort to assert her Bigness over him, “Now, go clean yourself up before I decide to make this your new employee uniform.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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She was leaning so close now, that he could feel her chest brushing up against him. Her hand moved still higher on his thigh. Thomas closed his eyes in horror as his body betrayed him. He felt his body tense with a spasm as Katie’s hand moved up still farther and grazed against his sensitive head. He had been a loaded gun just waiting to go off since he had sat down. Then with each squeeze and disappearing micrometer of space between them he had come ever closer to the brink. By the time Katie’s hand brushed against his hard member, he had been teetering on falling over and he knew it. Now all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut as he felt his body erupt with what felt like the biggest orgasm of his life. “Oh, my dear,” Katie said in mock surprise, standing up abruptly. “It looks like someone had an accident. Not to worry though. We will get you cleaned up in no time.”

The idea of a partner making me cum in my pants, and then treating me as if I had just wet myself, has always been insanely hot to me. To read the rest of my book The Preschool Teacher's Baby simply download it for free on Amazon.