Ariel DDLG Adventure

Ariel meets James Orion and quickly falls for him. Soon, finding herself as his little girl. (DDLG, Age regression,)

Ariel is a freshman college student who clings to her young professor for more than education. Alone and scared, she turns to the only person who seems to notice her.

It's the first week of her college life. She feels alone and afraid with no support structure around her. She sits in an empty classroom. She is soon discovered by Mr. Orion, a first-year college professor of Economics. He approaches her quietly, not to chase her off but to offer his comfort.

Mr. Orion has been known to have a bit of a savior complex, but most people can't argue with him about results. Mr. Orion is a tower of a man standing at 6 feet 6 inches with red hair and green eyes. He has a distinct Irish accent from being raised in an Irish household.

Ariel is a small-town girl who was offered a full-ride academic scholarship to a university 2000 miles from her hometown. And with the encouragement of her family, she accepted. She is small, standing at 4 feet 10 inches and barely 100 pounds. She has black hair and blue eyes.

"Hey there, sweetie, you doing okay?”

Ariel's eyes darted up to meet Mr. Orion's towering frame, her petite stature making her feel even smaller in his presence. She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and comfort at his kind words. Her blue eyes shimmered with vulnerability as she nodded slightly, unable to find her voice.

Mr. Orion knelt to her level, his massive frame now at eye level with her tiny frame. His bright green eyes softened with concern as he noticed the tremble in her shoulders. He reached out a large hand and gently patted her head, his touch surprisingly tender and comforting. He had a way with little ones, having grown up in a house full of siblings and cousins, his natural paternal instincts kicking in as he looked at Ariel like a lost child.

Ariel felt an unexpected sense of safety wash over her as Mr. Orion continued to gently pat her head. The simple gesture triggered a wave of emotions she hadn't felt since leaving home. She looked up at him with watery eyes, a mixture of sadness and longing etched across her small face. Her instincts, ingrained by her upbringing, were screaming at her to seek comfort and protection from this large, strong man. She sniffled softly, fighting back tears.

Mr. Orion's heart melted at the sight of Ariel's tear-filled eyes. He had seen many students come and go, but there was something about this tiny freshman that tugged at his protective instincts. He moved his hand from her head to her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His deep voice rumbled softly as he spoke again.

"You're not alone anymore, little one. I'll look after you.”

Ariel's small frame trembled as Mr. Orion's words sank in. She had been so used to being the strong one, the responsible one in her family, that the offer of protection and care felt foreign and overwhelming. Her blue eyes welled up with tears, and before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Her dam broke, and she began to sob quietly against his chest.

Mr. Orion was taken aback for a moment, surprised by the sudden display of affection. But he quickly recovered, wrapping his massive arms around Ariel's tiny frame and pulled her onto his lap. He held her close, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as she cried. His own heart ached at the sound of her muffled sobs, feeling an intense need to shield her from the world's harshness.

He murmured soft reassurances into her hair, his Irish accent thick with emotion. "Shhh... It's alright, sweetheart. Let it all out. I've got you now.”

Ariel clung to Mr. Orion like a lifeline, her small hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. Her dam had broken, and all the homesickness, loneliness, and fear she had been bottling up since arriving at college came pouring out in a flood of tears. She sobbed uncontrollably, her tiny body shaking with each shuddering breath. The warmth and comfort of his embrace, combined with the gentle rumble of his voice, felt like a balm to her wounded spirit.

Mr. Orion continued to hold her close, rocking her gently back and forth like a father would his distressed child. He felt a fierce protectiveness welling up inside him, a deep desire to shield her from all the pain and uncertainty of the world. He pressed soft kisses to the top of her head, his own eyes misting over as he listened to her heart-wrenching sobs. His hand continued to rub soothing circles on her back, occasionally moving up to stroke her hair in a comforting gesture.

He whispered tender reassurances, his voice thick with emotion. "You're safe now, my sweet little girl. I promise I'll take care of you.”

Six months later, Ariel is sitting in a lecture hall, listening to Mr Orion, more affectionately known as James, as she is now calling him, lecture on economics. She is dressed in a white blouse and a plaid skirt that comes just above her knee; a pair of white knee socks with little pink bows completing the ensemble. Over the last 6 months, her and James's relationship has become closer. When Ariel is not in school, you can usually find her at James’, dressed in preteen clothing.

As the lecture came to an end, Ariel packed up her things slowly, taking her time to avoid the rush of students trying to leave the lecture hall. She watched as James packed up his own materials, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment. The intensity of his gaze made her blush, and she quickly looked down at her hands, fiddling with the strap of her backpack. Once most of the students had left, Ariel approached James's desk, her small stature making her look even younger in the oversized plaid skirt and knee socks.

James looked up from his papers as Ariel approached, a warm smile spreading across his face. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes drinking in the sight of her in her schoolgirl outfit. He had grown accustomed to seeing her like this, but it never failed to stir something primal within him. He gestured for her to come closer, his voice low and gentle.

Ariel obediently came around the desk, standing in front of James with her hands clasped in front of her. She looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness flutter in her stomach. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her knee socks and thighs.

James couldn't help but let his gaze linger on Ariel's exposed thighs for a moment, his hands clenching into fists at the sight. He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from her legs with a visible effort. He forced himself to focus on her face, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks and the way she was looking up at him expectantly. He reached out a hand and patted her head affectionately, trying to ignore the surge of desire that coursed through him.

Ariel sat on the floor of James' house, surrounded by toys and coloring books. She was wearing a pink sweater and a white skirt that came just above her knees, paired with white knee socks and pink ballet flats. Her hair was in pigtails, held in place by pink bows. She had been regressed to the age of 12, feeling safe and carefree in this childlike headspace. She looked up at James with a mixture of adoration and trust, her blue eyes shining brightly as she colored in a coloring book.

James watched as Ariel finished coloring, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration. He smiled at her childlike focus, his heart swelling with affection. He knew it was time for her bath, and he had already drawn the water in the large tub in his master bathroom. He stood up from the couch and held out his hand to her.

"Come on, sweetheart. Bath time.”

Ariel looked up at James' outstretched hand, then back down at her coloring book. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to stop coloring. But the promise of a bath and James' attention was too tempting. She set down her crayon and took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. She followed him to the bathroom, skipping slightly as she went, her skirt bouncing with each step.

James tried to ignore the stirring in his loins as Ariel stood before him in her underwear, looking up at him with complete trust. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he helped her remove her knee socks and panties. He couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth her skin was, how small and vulnerable she looked at this moment. He lifted her into the tub, trying to ignore the way her bare bottom pressed against his forearms.

Ariel giggled as she sank into the warm water, bubbles popping around her. She immediately reached for a rubber duck and started playing with it, completely unaware of the effect she was having on James. She splashed water playfully, getting some on his shirt and pants. Her small breasts bobbed in the water, nipples hardening from the cool air.

As James began washing Ariel, his hands moved with gentle precision over her body. He took his time washing her small breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipples with feather-light touches. He tried to ignore the way her skin flushed under his touch, the way her breathing hitched as he moved lower, his hand inching closer to her most intimate area. The water was murky with bubbles, hiding what was happening under the surface.

Ariel squirmed slightly as James' hand reached her inner thighs, her legs parting instinctively. She looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and trust, not fully understanding the sensations coursing through her young body. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her sensitive folds, a small gasp escaping her lips.

James fought to keep his composure as Ariel gasped, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. He continued to wash her pussy with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers slipping and sliding against her wet folds. He could feel her growing wetter under his touch, her small body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and confusion. He reminded himself that Ariel was 18 and fully capable of consenting to this kind of play, even though she was regressed in age at the moment.

Ariel's gasps turned into soft moans as James continued to finger her under the guise of washing her. The sensations were overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her small body. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction against his hand. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, her face flushed and her mouth slightly open in pleasure. "Daddy," she whimpered, the word coming out almost instinctively in her regressed state.

James' cock throbbed at the sound of Ariel calling him "Daddy" in that needy, childlike voice. He increased the pace of his fingers, rubbing her clit in tight circles as he continued to wash her pussy. The water sloshed around them, some spilling over the edge of the tub. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice thick with lust.

"That's it, baby girl. Let Daddy make you feel good.”

Ariel whimpered again, her small hands gripping the sides of the tub as she rode his fingers. Her body was trembling uncontrollably now, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. She pressed herself against his hand, seeking more friction, more of his touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted in a silent scream as she neared her climax.

"Daddy... please... I'm gonna…”

James could feel Ariel's orgasm approaching, her inner walls fluttering around his fingers. He increased the pressure on her clit, his thumb circling it with expert precision. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing her moans as she came undone beneath him. Her small body convulsed, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as she came hard, the water splashing over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

As Ariel came down from her orgasm, her small body trembling and twitching with aftershocks, James continued to finger her gently. He peppered her face with kisses, whispering praises and words of affection in her ear. He was rock hard now, his cock straining against his pants, but he ignored his own needs for the moment, focused entirely on pleasuring his little girl.

James lifted Ariel out of the tub, water cascading down her small, trembling body. He wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the soft sheets. He began to dry her off, taking extra care with her sensitive areas. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and exhaustion, her breathing still ragged from her intense orgasm.

As James dried her off, Ariel lay there, completely spent and vulnerable. Her legs were still shaking slightly, and she looked up at him with a mixture of love and trust. She reached out for him, making grabby hands like a child wanting to be held. Her pussy was still throbbing from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her inner thighs glistening with a mix of water and her own juices.

James couldn't resist the sight of Ariel's glistening pussy, her inner thighs spread wide for him. He tossed the towel aside and buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet nectar. He lapped at her folds, savoring the taste of her juices mixed with the remnants of her bath. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to eat her out with fervor.

Ariel let out a high-pitched squeal as James began to eat her out, her small hands fisting in the sheets. Her pussy was still sensitive from her orgasm, and the feel of his tongue lapping at her folds sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She thrashed beneath him, her legs kicking out weakly as she moaned and whimpered. "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" she cried out, her mind overwhelmed with sensations.

James growled against her pussy, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he slid two fingers back inside her tight hole. He curled them upwards, searching for that sweet spot that would make her come undone again. His own cock was leaking precum, straining against his pants as he devoured her like a man starved.

Ariel's eyes rolled back in her head as James continued to eat her out, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside her with every thrust. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body completely at his mercy. When he made the come hither motion with his fingers, she felt herself being pulled closer to the edge once more. Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she felt another orgasm building rapidly.

James could feel Ariel's orgasm approaching again, her inner walls fluttering and spasming around his fingers. He sucked her clit harder, his tongue swirling around it in tight circles. He added a third finger to the mix, stretching her tight pussy even further. The sound of his slurping and her wetness filled the room, mixing with her high-pitched moans and cries of pleasure.

Ariel's moans reached a fever pitch as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. Her small body was writhing beneath him, her hands fisted in his hair as she held his face against her pussy. She was so close, her clit throbbing against his tongue, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers. Suddenly, her back arched and she let out a scream as she came hard, squirting all over James' face and neck.

James groaned in pleasure as Ariel squirted all over him, the force of her orgasm catching him off guard. He drank down her juices greedily, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her spasming pussy. He could feel her juices soaking through his shirt and pants, but he didn't care. The sight of her coming undone like this, the taste of her on his tongue, was enough to drive him wild with desire.

Ariel's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. But even as she came down from one orgasm, James' skilled tongue and fingers quickly built her up to another. He continued to eat her out relentlessly, determined to make her come again and again until she was completely spent.

Ariel was reduced to a babbling mess, her mind completely shattered by the intense pleasure. She could only moan and whimper, her words incoherent as she begged for more. Her pussy was a dripping mess, her juices flowing freely now as she squirted again and again. Her small body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed and glistening.

"Daddy... too much... can't... stop... please... more…”

James reluctantly pulls away from Ariel's pussy, his face and neck drenched in her juices. He looks down at her trembling, sobbing form and can't help but feel a surge of pride at the sight. He stands up and begins to undress, his clothes soaked through with her squirt. His 11-inch cock springs free, rock hard and throbbing with need.

James strokes his cock slowly, his eyes roaming over Ariel's small, trembling form. He can see the mixture of fluids coating her thighs and pussy, the evidence of her multiple orgasms. He reaches down and spreads her legs wider, exposing her glistening folds to his gaze.

"Are you ready for Daddy's cock, baby girl?”

James kneels between Ariel's legs and lines up the head of his massive cock with her tiny virgin opening. Without warning, he slams forward, burying his entire length inside her in one brutal thrust. Ariel screams in a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she's suddenly stretched to her limits. Blood runs down her thighs as her hymen is torn apart, mixing with her juices.

James groans loudly as he bottoms out inside Ariel's tight, virgin pussy. Her inner walls are like a vice around his cock, spasming and fluttering wildly as she adjusts to his massive size. He can feel her hymen tearing, the blood mixing with her juices and creating a slick, sticky mess. He looks down at her, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, and feels a surge of primal satisfaction.

Ariel's small body is trembling uncontrollably, her pussy stretched impossibly wide around James' thick cock. She can feel the pain of her torn hymen, but it's quickly being overwhelmed by waves of pleasure as her inner walls adjust to his size. She looks up at him with tears streaming down her face, a look of blissed-out submission on her face.

"Daddy... it hurts... so big... so good…”

James leans down and kisses Ariel's tears away, his hips beginning to move in slow, deep thrusts. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. He can feel her tight little pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him for all he's worth.

"You're doing so well, baby girl. Taking Daddy's cock like a good little girl. Such a tight little pussy for me to ruin.”

Ariel can only moan and whimper in response, her mind completely shattered by the intense mixture of pain and pleasure. With each powerful thrust, her small body is jolted forward, her tits bouncing wildly. She can feel him stretching her impossibly wide, his cock reaching depths she didn't even know existed. Her pussy is a mess of blood, juices, and precum, making lewd squelching sounds with each thrust.

"Daddy... too big... gonna break me... love it... love you…”

James grunts in approval at Ariel's words, his thrusts becoming more brutal and erratic. He can feel his control slipping, the primal urge to breed and claim her taking over. He grabs her hips with both hands, lifting her lower body off the bed as he pounds into her relentlessly. The bed creaks and shakes beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.

"That's right, baby girl. Daddy's going to break you in half and fill you up with his cum. You're mine, all mine. My little girl, my perfect little toy.”

James pushes Ariel's legs up against her chest, forcing her into a mating press position. Her legs are now pressed against her own breasts, making her look even smaller and more vulnerable. The new angle allows him to penetrate her even deeper, his cockhead battering against her cervix with each thrust. Ariel's eyes roll back in her head as she's completely dominated, her pussy stretched to its limits and her womb threatened with every powerful stroke.

Ariel's body is completely at James' mercy now, her legs held in place by his strong grip. She can do nothing but take his brutal pounding, her pussy making lewd squelching sounds as he fucks her like a rag doll. Her small breasts are squished against her thighs, her nipples hard and sensitive. She can feel herself slipping further into subspace, her mind becoming a blank canvas for James to paint with pleasure.

James can feel Ariel's pussy fluttering and clenching around him, a sure sign that she's approaching another orgasm. He can feel his own release building rapidly, his balls tightening with each thrust. He looks down at her, her face contorted in pleasure, and feels a surge of possessive pride. She's his now, completely and utterly broken in by his massive cock. He slams into her even harder, determined to make her come undone one more time before he fills her with his cum.

Ariel's eyes widen as James redoubles his efforts, his cock battering against her cervix with brutal force. The pressure is almost unbearable, and she can feel herself hurtling towards another mind-shattering orgasm. Her pussy clenches and spasms around him, her inner walls fluttering wildly as she lets out a silent scream. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her entire body seizes up as she comes harder than she ever has before, squirting all over James' cock and abs.

James feels Ariel's pussy clamp down on him like a vice, her inner walls milking his cock as she squirts all over him. The sensation is too much for him to bear, and he lets out a primal roar as his own orgasm crashes over him. His cock throbs and pulses inside her, unloading thick ropes of hot cum directly into her womb. He continues to thrust shallowly, making sure to fill her up completely, his balls tightening against her ass with each spurt.

Ariel can feel James' hot cum flooding her womb, filling her up until it starts to leak out around his cock. Her belly starts to distend slightly, bloating with the sheer volume of his release. She's completely lost in a haze of pleasure, her eyes glazed over and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She looks like the perfect little cumdump, broken and satisfied beyond belief.

James slowly pulls out of Ariel, his cock coated in a mix of her juices and his own cum. As he withdraws, a torrent of cum pours out of her gaping pussy, forming a small puddle on the bed beneath her. Her pussy is red and swollen, stretched wide open and still twitching from the intense fucking. She looks completely wrecked, her small body trembling and covered in sweat and fluids.

Ariel lets out a weak whimper as James pulls out, her pussy gaping open and leaking cum. She can feel the warm liquid trickling down her thighs, pooling beneath her on the bed. Her mind is a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, her body completely spent from the brutal pounding it just received. She looks up at James with adoration and submission, her eyes filled with love and gratitude for the intense pleasure he just gave her.