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It's lovely to see the dedication Jenni puts in her own degradation and descent of status. Such lengths to debase herself and turn her situation as precarious as possible, a thrill and a delight to see.

And the delicious art that pairs up perfectly, too ^,^

To think of all the possession and power I once had is absolutely head-spinning. But we both agreed I was to give it all up. It made us both feel incredibly daring. And you wanted to feel independence and power. I wanted to feel dependent and powerless yet content in the simplicity of service and humbleness.

Transferring every asset I once owned or that we once shared was absolutely necessary for me to return to this country a totally different ethnicity, sex, with no degrees to fall back on. My

most important possession was my B-1 Visa for employment as a domestic worker.

My days are filled as a maid diligently cleaning rooms in the Hotel chain we once owned together. I get up everyday at 5 AM to prepare myself in my cherished uniforms and take public transportation leaving my modest inner-city studio apartment behind. My understated makeup is still as crisp as my apron and maid's cap.

I make sure that the guests' rooms and bathrooms are clean as my job requires and my stern manager demands. Entitled people tend to be sloppy and filled with requirements that I am only too happy to comply with as it brings me a sense of calm and purpose.

My supply cart is something that I am proud of as I push it down the halls and into the spaces of my betters. It is sometimes humorous and/or sometimes shocking listening to the remarks that people say when they think I do not understand English. My Central American accent is now quite authentic after living there for a year during my transition. If only they knew how much their sometimes unflattering comments actually sparkle me.

By the way, I saw you the other day at the end of a double shift as I was walking to my bus stop. You were sliding into the passenger seat of a very expensive Mercedes with that handsome man that used to be my accounts manager back when I ran owned this business. You were quite elegantly dressed, looking so incredibly stunning. I could tell you have feelings for him. I am happy for you in your world of elevated privilege. But if I am being truthful, I am even more excited for my delicious descent in status.

Thank you.

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Hey darlings and bitches, breaking my long silence of publications to share this link for a friend's Ko-fi so you may, if you can and are willing, give them some money in exchange for kinky stories or just from the goodness of your hearts!

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Thanks to @stoat-hypercube for writing a new Yes Momma Club caption!

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Congrats, Princess! <3 <3 <3

Here's an explanation of each kind of sissy!

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Squeek

"Thank you for coming to the clinic with me Melissa! When they called and said Peter was ready to be picked up I was just besides myself! I can't believe he keeps coming back here for more treatments! I mean, I know he's not really your responsibility any more, after he broke up with you." "It's no problem Mrs Jones, he's your son you have every right to be concerned! What's he had done this time?" "Well, you best see for yourself! He's in this room…" "Ohhh! Oh Peter! What have you done to your body? Are those real!?" "SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEEEEEK!" 1 "I don't understand you Peter! Because of that ridiculous squeaky toy you had fitted to your voice box the FIRST time you came here!" "It's okay Mrs Jones. I can understand him remember? Peter said he wanted one person to be able to still comprehend what he was saying, so he got the clinic to fit me with some kind of inner-ear translator thingy." "SQUEEEK!! SQUEEEK!! SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEEEK!" 2 "He says he's really happy with his new look. He was worried you wouldn't let him come back to the Special Place clinic to have it all done!" "SQUEEEEEEK! SQUEEEEK! SQUEEEEK SQUEEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK!" 3 "He's saying when the next payment comes through from his dad's - er your husband's will - he wants to have some more things done." "More things done? What more!?" "SQUEEK! SQUEEK! SQUEEEEEK! SQUEEEEK!!!" 4 "Something about a 'foo foo'? Whatever that is! And something about bladder control… and… diapers?" "SQUEEK! SQ… SQUEEEK!" 5 "Oh my… oh my god. My son!!" "I think you might have to stop calling him that Mrs. Jones." "Well what should I call him?" "SQUEEK!" 6 "He likes 'Dolly'." "Okay then… 'Dolly'. Let's get you home!"

1: You know they're real Melissa!! You're the one who told them to do this to me!!

2: But it was all her idea! She made them turn me into this!! I don't want to sound like a squeaky toy!!!

3: NOOO!! I hate it!!! They kidnapped me and brought me here!! Get them to turn me back!!"

4: Nothing more!! Don't let them do anything more to me! Please mom!

5: Oh… oh no! Melissa I'm sorry I dumped you! Please!

sob

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Many animated Ashley Ketchums

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Hello, it is I, very rarely posting and interrupting your dashboard of (probably) hot stuff to send y'all a link in the hope it will help a friend in a bind.

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Her voice was steady and direct. There was no tenderness like there was before when we had such different roles with each other. This was purely professional. A mistress employer letting her employee know what was expected of her. Her tenderness was now for her new husband who I was about to meet for the first time.

And I was to meet him as the family maid. This was what I wanted and my wife was kind enough to put all the necessary legal, mental, emotional, and financial changes in motion. I no longer own any assets or rights to what is now her very large estate. And for a year I have assimilated into this cherish role as the family maid. I live in the small modest studio apartment down in the basement next to the laundry room and am not allowed upstairs unless doing my chores.

Everyone has fallen easily into their new roles especially me. But now there will be a new dynamic as the man my wife married is back from his 6 month business related obligations overseas and is moving into her, I mean, their house. Now, instead of caring for my wife, I mean my female employer and her family I will now be under the power of her husband.

It will be fascinating to follow the orders of a man and one who I understand to be very demanding who expects perfection. That he knows I was once married to his current wife will add such a remarkable and profound power dynamic which I look forward to experiencing. I am also looking forward to making sure his life is more luxurious as I have for the rest of her family.

Oh he just unlocked the door. I must go greet him, take his coat and await his next orders. I check in the mirror over the table to make sure my appearance is un assuming and pleasing.

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Welcome to the team, sissy ;)

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Reblog to perhaps help by circulating the link for supporting the work of yet another artist screwed over by the increasing sanitization of the internet

I'll share this on all my socials - Whelp, I got the boot from Patreon! It's a fun thing to wake up to. At first I was like 'did I draw something even more risqué than usual?' but then I saw A LOT of posts from others saying theirs were taken down too. It's kinda funny in my head now, like -- an elite team had all us abdl dorks in their sites, and I'm just drawing abdl women spanking eachother like 'derp derp' then bam, we're all destroyed, lol.

anyways, this is legit pretty gutting. I have been with patreon a LONG time and I wouldn't be able to afford a lot of the things I do without them (living in a small studio in a city is still FUCKING expensive). A couple years ago they got mad at me for spanking content cause 'it was violence' so I upped the abdl themes and now I get 'abdl breaks our rules of service'.

It's also extra sad as I have seen so many people take other people's work (including my own), run it through an AI generator and put it behind a paywall. It's one of those points where I just have to repeat to myself 'you know life is unfair, if you get mad -- it only makes the situation worse' but fuck -- it really annoys me.

I still have my gumroad though, but my gumroad does not make near as much as my patreon did, if you could please support me on gumroad it would be INCREDIBLY appreciated. If my gumroad can't start pulling in bigger numbers by new year I will have to narrow down my output to a couple images a month instead of a solid four. The reasoning for this is I put A LOT of time into spankingtoons, each image takes a while to make, so I need to be realistic with the creation vs payout. my gumroad link -

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As a treat for @the-special-place reaching 1K follower, I'm picking (perhaps once again) this which is one of my all time favourites from their blog.

I love this caption's presentation, and how it drops little bits of backstory and details, leaving it implicit but oh-so-clear that this lovely mincing kawaii darling used to be a hardline military man. So delicious~

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I humbly propose Polly Pocket as the main villain of the Mattel Toys Multiverse.

This be a Redo/Sequel to a super old TF fanwork based off the perceived rivalry of Polly/Max's simliar-ish toysets, that were both very cool. They fit so much into those tiny little sets - Entire worlds in the palm of your hand.

Old versions down below!

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Yo! It's my birthday week! Starting a bit late, but I had this idea - I'm going to redo a handful of my old work and sketches! A bit of a self-indulgent nostalgia trip to think back to the good ol' days. Hope y'all enjoy!

First up: AshXP! A dinky 'lil comic with a silly punchline, back before I even put my sig on them. Ashley is still a 'Rule 63' classic.

Old version below!

I changed the ending on a whim, but I still like the old one. Good times!

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On one hand, I cannot help but feel glad for Jenni's fate (one must imagine Jenni happy), and on the other hand I also cannot help but giggle in anticipation of when this beau will learn that when you date a woman who has feminized her husband into her maid, he's only setting himself up to tottering around the house in high heels, an apron and a lovely headdress ^.^

I so enjoy my new role as a maid. I have never done it in real life for more than 2 weeks. I would love to have a permanent live-in position and be the maid for the rest of my life.

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You are set to fail, of course. Forced to work the bar on a crowded night, barely awaken after being drugged and changed into an utterly unfamiliar body? You had no chance. It was only worth it for the amusement of seeing you squirm through spilled drinks, too many late orders and, of course, a lot of handy customers.

After the change, it only got worse, but it's for a good cause. A big breasted barwoman in (used) diapers is quite the magnet for jerks. They just can't help alternating between flirting and ridiculing you, giving all the other girls workng the bar more space and better customers to work with.

All works out perfectly, and all it takes is a few breaks through the night for a change of diapers and a good crying before you're sent back into the jerk pit. Good luck!

A round on me!

You kept harassing the bartender. She was just trying to do her job and you relentlessly hit on her. When she bent over to grab some glasses, you slapped her ass.

She then gave you a beer for free. Upon drinking it, you collapsed ono the bar.

When you woke up, you were in the backroom of the bar and had a full-length mirror in front of you. You were a woman with soft skin, long hair, and ample chests. You were in a silver tube top, your midriff exposed, and your hot pants wrapping tightly around your new butt.

You have no idea how much time has passed. The bartender told you that you were going to work tonight and that they were expecting a big rush.

If you didn't do a good job, you'd be reconfigured to wear diapers (and use them).

You try to stand up on your high heels and wobble.

Do you think you'll be able to make it through the night...?

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You think that being an unmoving doll was the lowest low you'd hit in life, but soon they felt being a big doll was not enough to make up for your misdeeds. They go... creative.

Now when they press your belly button, you let out a big loud fart. Sometimes, also, it triggers a reaction that completely empties your bowels. Your diapers can hardly contain it at once.

When they pinch your nipples, your breasts shake and blink in different colors while playing music. It's as humiliating as it is stimulating.

You heard your mother talking on the phone about plastic surgery. Something about how small noses can be, how big lips can get. You have been dreading future more and more.

A Life-Sized Dolly

You broke your sisters toys, you mocked your mother's figure, and you're disgusting.

Let's see how you do as a life-sized for their entertainment. You'll have long hair, lovely boobs, and a plump butt. You're going to be very popular. Maybe they'll put you in diapers like a little girl.

You're also aware of everything, but you can't move at all!