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I just fried them up in a cast iron skillet. We have an old grill but no propane for it and I didn't have the motivation to go out and get propane. We also have a small charcoal grill from one of my siblings when they were in college. But we forgot to get charcoal. So the stove won. 😂 An indoor grill like a George Foreman grill is on my to-buy list when I can find one for a good price/ on sale.

A very quiet day my way. Cookout wise, we just had some burgers and hotdogs, nothing fancy. Got some strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream for dessert. 😁

Happy Memorial Day to my fellow Americans here. And Happy Monday to everyone else! For those who have today off, I hope you have an enjoyable holiday!

Thank you! I didn't even know Kiddo diapers still existed. I'm glad the owls are still around. The desing etc might be a little different but at least it still exists and it's plastic backed. I'm definitely going to have to get me some of them and try the new ones out. I like this print too!

Others already made great points, so I'll just say- for a thicker diaper or more absorbent diaper, I just add a booster to a premium plastic backed diaper. This is great at night or if I really don't want to change my diaper for an extended period of time.

My nostalgia doesn't go that far back but I miss the ABU Lavender diapers- a very pretty floral print and a lavendar scent! And the ABU Kiddo diapers with the green and blue owls. Oh damn nostalgia. I remember the old plastic backed Depends with the 3 tape tabs. During my exploring ABDL years, those diapers...I learned just how dependable Depends were back in the day! 🤣 And the old school 90's/ 00's purple Molicares that were generally considered to be one of the top of the line in abosrbency and thickness? I kinda miss those, too.

We've got only a few more updates until the end. Story threads are starting to wrap up, and Cameron still has some major hurdles to face. ************************* Cameron stayed home from school for two weeks while all the paperwork was processed. After the confrontation with Grandma Beatrice, he’d developed a fever. A doctor came on a house call and put Cameron on bedrest for several days. He was emotionally drained and even quieter than usual. Relief at avoiding permanent babyhood was tinged by fear of a new, uncertain future. As afraid as he was, he didn’t regret his choice. The regression nannies stopped coming. When Nanny Isabel had been fired, those empty afternoons on his own had unnerved him. He wasn’t used to being on his own. The security of his old routine had felt confining, but he was still adjusting to what to do all on his own. He was still learning to change his own diaper. The first few times he tried, he put it on crooked and it leaked. The days he was home, Lili skipped school to help take care of him. He didn’t have much of an appetite; he only nibbled at food until Lili forced him to sit at the table, tied a bib around his neck, and made him eat chicken noodle soup. When he slept in his crib, it was with the rail down to make it as close to a big boy bed as a crib could get. While waiting for the paperwork to go through so he could transition to the mainstream, normal classes, he was still kept in the R.T. program. Ms. Sweeney and Mrs. Vesper taught him all over again the skills he’d need to be with the normal students. Lili still picked him up after class, took him home and spent even more time with him working on the skills he needed to practice. He was still a little sloppy with his own diaper changes, and he preferred to have someone else do it, but he improved every day. The old skills came back quickly and with Lili at his side, he felt more confident. At home, alone, he still used his pacifier a lot, but he stopped wearing bibs. At school, he wasn’t allowed to use his paci for continually expanding periods of time until he could go all day without it. No more bibs, not even at lunch. At home, during meals, he sat at the table. His highchair was gone. He sat at one end of the long, ornate dinner table while Grandma Beatrice sat at the other end, pretending like he didn’t exist. Finally, the day came when he’d join the mainstream students. His schedule matched Lili’s; they were in every single class together. He wondered if Ms. Sweeney had something to do with that. Monday would be his first day as an official big boy. Friday after school, on his last day in the regression room, Lili ransacked his closet, unearthing his old big boy clothes from the depths of his walk-in closet. She sneered at all the primary colors and pastels. “You actually wore these to school? Not in the regression room? But in with normal kids? No wonder they made fun of you. This shit isn’t acceptable.” Saturday found Cameron and Liliana at the mall on the weekend before his big transition. It was just before lunch, so the mall wasn’t very crowded yet. He wore Lili’s clothes again; his pacifier was in his pocket as a hidden security blanket. He clung to Lili, both arms wrapped around one of hers and his head on her shoulder. The crinkle of his big baby diaper was lost in the murmurs of passers by, though he caught a few people giving them sideways glances and moving away from them. He wasn’t sure if they noticed his diaper, the way he held onto Lili, Lili’s snake bite piercings, or all the black clothing. Whatever it was, he refused to feel guilty. His diaper was covered, even if the bulge was noticeable and audible. His burns were all safely hidden. He peeked up at Lili. She’d stunned him when she picked him up this morning. She was back to her old dark clothing. She looked more normal, more comfortable and at home in an artfully torn sweater held together with oversized safety pins and spikes and black jeans with skulls and chains. Her metallic purple lipstick was back, too. She’d tried putting makeup on Cameron, but he wouldn’t let her. They butted heads over clothes. Lili wanted to turn him into a little gothic babydoll. Skulls, screws, lace, and safety pins weren’t his cup of tea. He didn’t mind some black, so he said yes to the more basic pieces she picked out. The rest he scrunched up his pert nose at and shook his head. She knew she could push and he’d cave, but she didn’t want to upset him, not when he’d already had so much upheaval in his life. She put her foot down at some of the horribly colored, juvenile monstrosities Cameron tried to pick out for himself. Cameron would’ve preferred his big baby clothes. He ended up with a lot of preppy sweaters and a few hoodies. Lili wouldn’t let him buy any tan khakis. She said that was just begging for an ass kicking. Cameron thought Lili just didn’t like khakis, but she had a good point about dark colored pants being better because the dark cloth would hide a wet spot better than a lighter color. Shopping took longer than it should have with all their arguing. Lili snuck into the dressing room at each store with him, to help him dress and occasionally check his diaper. Cameron was afraid they’d get caught and thrown out of the mall, but he never protested. The look on Lili’s face told him the issue wasn’t open for discussion. Neither one paid attention to the price tags or the final sale price as Lili dragged him from store to store, name brand after name brand. Mapleton had an upscale mall, complete with valet parking and the options to have your own shopping attendant carry your bags to your car, so neither Lili nor Cameron paid much attention to how much they paid or what all they bought. Cameron wasn’t sure how Lili had gotten Grandma Beatrice’s credit card, but despite Grandma’s words that she was done with Cameron, she wouldn’t want him to embarrass her in public; after all, he was still known as her grandson despite any family fighting. Lunch was followed by more shopping until late afternoon, when Cameron grew tired and overwhelmed by the increasing crowd. He sat on the edge of a fountain, watching water trickle down the statue of a dolphin and into the small pool filled with coins and koi fish. Lili was in line getting a fancy iced coffee for them. He’d never had one, but he knew they were popular. Lili said they were the big boy version of chocolate milk. Little children and their parents crowded around the fountain. He stared down at the toes of his brand new, red Converse sneakers and did his best to ignore them. The kids reminded him of the regression room at school, helping him feel at ease. He’d been working harder than ever at his therapy and mainstream training the last few weeks. He felt like he’d come a long way; crowds of strangers still made him nervous and anxious but he wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack, too terrified to be around strangers like the first time Lili took him out for ice cream. With Lili around, he didn’t feel so alone. She was always in his corner and that gave him strength and courage. She made him believe he could do this, could succeed in becoming a big boy and fully finish with his regression therapy, leaving everything but his diapers behind. “Hey. Um. I don’t- I never learned your real name- but the other kids all call you Freddy Kreugar?” The strange, hesitant voice prodded him out of his thoughts. His heart twisted at the name. He stiffened, exhaled slowly to calm himself down like he’d been practicing, and spoke without looking up. “That’s...not my name. I don’t like it. Please don’t call me that.” He spoke softly, struggling to force the words out at an audible level. He wished for Lili, but he knew he had to stand up for himself. If he could face Grandma Beatrice and Prissy, he could face anyone. Besies, if he got really scared he could just call for Lili and he knew she’d come running to defend him. “No! Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!” The apology in the girl’s voice caused him to peek up. The girl was his age, in his grade; a senior, like him and Lili. He didn’t know her name, but her face was vaguely familiar. She was one of Priscilla’s old sycophants, not popular or pretty enough to be a friend; just popular enough to be on the social fringes of the in-crowd. She’d been all too quick to laugh any time Prissy or Max picked on him. Hell, she’d even picked on him herself a time or two in an attempt to impress the cool kids and earn a spot amongst them. Her brown hair was in a stylish bob and she wore a blue off the shoulder sweater dress with leggings and high heeled boots. Her crotch puffed out in a very similar bulge to Cameron’s. She was fashionably skinny except for that bulge...he knew a diaper bulge when he saw one. He was sure she was diapered, just like him. His eyes widened. She caught his stare, blushed, and tugged self-consciously on her hem. “I’m sorry for….do you remember? We were in some classes together? Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for everything I did back then. I’ve had some medical things...and now I kinda know what it was like for you and...well. Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s been some time, huh? We’re seniors now. Getting ready to graduate and go out into the world...it makes all the old shit seem so stupid and juvenile. Everything that was so important back then...it means shit now.” Her apology stunned him. No one ever apologized to him. When caught bullying him, superficial apologies had been offered to the teacher, along with empty promises of it never happening again. His feelings never mattered; it was his fault he was picked on, for being different. Here was a former bully approaching him and apologizing on her own. He wasn’t sure what to think or feel about this. Maybe bullies had feelings too? What caused her change of heart? He glanced again at the barely noticeable diaper bulge around her crotch. Did that have something to do with it? She saw where he was looking and blushed. “A lot of things have changed. Life’s shown me a different point of view. I...now, I understand what you’ve been through. And I’m really sorry for my part in it. It sucks. And it was wrong. I know that now. It’s been eating me up, and when I saw you I just had to come apologize. I know I’d want the people who hurt me to say sorry...so. Yeah. Sorry. This is awkward.” She laughed nervously. Cameron just stared at her. He knew he should just let it go. The old hurt was still there, but dragging it out, hurting her back, accomplished nothing. It wouldn’t erase the hurt. What he would have wished on her- that she knew his pain- she’d already had, from bully to bullied. When he still didn’t speak, she shifted awkwardly and he heard a faint, familiar crinkle from her waist. “.....I appreciate that.” He said softly. She smiled, relieved he accepted her apology and lifted the burden of guilt from her shoulders. “Thanks. That means a lot to me. So...you’re looking good. I guess all that big baby therapy stuff has been working out?” Cameron blushed. His rational mind said she was just trying to make conversation, but his heart and old insecurities insisted she was making fun of him. He dropped his eyes and didn’t answer. He shifted, his own diaper crinkling loudly. There was no hiding his diaper. It was thicker and louder than hers. He only noticed hers because he knew what to look for. She probably wore a big girl diaper- all white, cloth backed and not very thick. He’d leak in something like that. Yet her diapers were enough to entice other kids to pick on her. “Why Vicky, what a pleasant surprise, seeing you here. Catching up on old times with Cameron?” Lili called out, voice cutting through the murmuring crowd. She approached with a mocha frappuccino in each hand. Cameron smiled in relief at the sight of her; Vicky paled like she saw a monster. Lili handed Cameron his drink, never taking her eyes off Vicky. He tucked his hands in his sleeves, using the cloth as a barrier because the drink was so cold. “L-Lili?! You’re here with Cameron?” Vicky took a nervous step back as Lili stepped between her and Cameron, forcing Vicky away from him. “Or perhaps you were exchanging diaper changing tips? Perhaps you need something thicker? My offer of trying Prissy’s diapers still stand.” Lili’s unwarranted aggression, her protective stance clicked in his head- somehow Lili knew Vicky used to bully him and she thought Vicky had been bullying him right now. He touched his fingers to Lili’s. “She was apologizing. For...for something she did a while ago. I told her it’s okay.” “Oh?” Like a attack dog called off, Lili backed down. Vicky still looked fearful. “I-I should go. My mom’s on her way to pick me up. Nice seeing you, Cameron.” She turned and fled. From the back, her diapered state was more obvious. Lili looked like she wanted to call out something nasty, like ‘Better get that diapee changed so you don’t spring a leak.’ but one glance at Cameron kept her mouth shut. Instead, she sipped her frozen coffee. Cameron took a sip. Whipped cream and intense chocolate exploded on his tongue, underscored by a burned coffee flavor. He closed his eyes, savoring the creamy goodness. Milk chocolate had nothing on this. “Like it?” Lili smiled down at him. He nodded enthusiastically. She laughed. “Baby, welcome to being a big boy.” If this was part of being a big boy, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He sucked on a long pull of the green straw and cuddled into Lili’s side when she sat down besides him. She wrapped an arm around his tiny waist, his diaper crinkling under her touch.

I end up with too many remotes and most of them don't work. I have a remote from an old VCR player (the VCR player broke and got thrown out but I still have the remote). I have the remote from my old TV that wore out and needed thrown out. Still got that remote. I have another remote to a kaput DVD player that died a year or two after I got it. I have a remote for my current TV, and a firestick. I usaully only use the firestick because I get the other remotes confused and mixed up all the time. "One of these has gotta work. Dammit, which one is it?!!!" 🤣

The print is cute! Looking forward to reviews seeing how they function/ work. As others have already said, bigger sizes would be great in the future. Y'all are just starting out, and I can see why there would be size restrictions and small batches since it's a start up.

Congrats Elfy! Glad you won your cases and I'm sorry you went through that ordeal and all the stress and worry. It's good to publically name the scammer; it lets the wider ABDL community know and hopefully avoid going through this with the person. Hopefully enough community awareness is raised so the next time the scammer tries his scam, the ABDL content creater can be all "oh hell fuck no, I know all about you. Keep on truckin and leave me alone!"

Those look super yummy!

I'm sorry you're dealing with this. I've had a few of my stories plagiarized. Hell I've even had I one of my stories ripped off Amazon and sold on another site. Sadly unscrupulous assholes have always been part of humanity since the dawn of time. I second what has already been mentioned- contact the site admin. Aside from going legal and potentially outing your real life name etc. there's not much that can be done. You can always publicly name and shame them so the wider ABDL community knows who the thieving scumbags are. Some ABDL artists have had their art stolen too. I think a few years ago there was a kerfuffle over an ABDL author on Amazon who kept getting caught stealing other people's artwork and using it for their covers? Don't let the assholes steal your joy and ruin a hobby that brings you joy and fulfillment. Keep writing if it is something that you love to do.

I'd wear blatantly ABDL clothing in private or at an ABDL convention like CapCon or something- somewhere either in private or in a space geared for ABDLs/Littles. But out in the vanilla public? Oh hell no. Some things, IMO, just need to stay private. I feel that is forcing a kink onto an unsuspecting and unconsenting public. If it's just a regular t-shirt that says ABDL on it, someone may be able to get away with that or may just get a few odd looks. But going out in a full on ABDL baby gear or in a shirt that says something more obvious like "I heart poopy pampers" is a big old hell no for me. For me, that is way too obvious and forces my kink onto other random people. And actions like that can reflect back on the ABDL community as a whole. Part of the reason vanillas may associate ABDLs with pedophilia, aside from the diapers, etc, are the outlier ABDLs who end up doing something stupid/ illegal and end up on the news or in jail. Vanillas see that, go "Oh those diaper freaks are pedophiles" and judge a whole community. People are free to do what they want. But actions can have consequences, and by wearing obvious ABDL gear in public, that could out a person to their family and friends and may or may not cost them relationships, friendships, etc. Or if a person was outed by wearing ABDL gear and getting recognized, if word got back to their employer, well "sorry Person, we don't want any diaper freaks and potential pedophiles working at our company. We've got a reputation to protect and our customers or clients would be uncomfortable with you. Here's your pink slip, there's the door. Security will escort you out." Even wearing ABDL gear and just minding one's own business strolling through a mall or walking past a park. "Is that persona pedophile? Quick, call the cops!" Or someone just quietly calls the cops then you got some explaining to do to the people in blue. Maybe these kinds of things would happen. Maybe the wouldn't. Or maybe something else would happen instead. I'm just throwing out some of the potential risks and scenarios off the top of my head. My whole point- going out in public in blatantly obvious ABDL gear is pushing your kink onto an unconsenting public and there are a myriad of unpleasant results that may or may not occur. If a person does not care or wants to take the risks, that choice is up to them. I personally do not recommend it, there's just too many things that can go wrong fast.

Oh yikes! That super sucks! I hope it's not too hot in your area! Earlier last month we had some really bad storms and a lot of areas lost power, some people for up to a week. I got my power back after 24 hours. It was a bad storm that caused wide spread damage, but also our local leaders are complete dunderheads who totally mishandled and mismanaged the response and made matters even worse. I'm trying to set some money aside to eventually get a cheapo generator that would at least keep a few fans on and the fridge running in case of another storm. (or keep the heat on in case of a bad winter storm).

Diapered roadtrips are best roadtrips! Enjoy!

No, the special needs students when I went to school were generally not mainstreamed in my experience so I didn't see any students wearing diapers. Some mainstreamed students may have worn diapers but if they did, their diapers were concealed and no one ever knew. Even if a special needs student needed diapers, I'm sure the teachers and school staff etc would ensure the student(s) privacy and dignity were maintained and protected so any diaper changes, assuming the student needed assistance with their diapering needs, would be kept private and protected so it would not be done in front of other students, etc.

Margaret pushed up her sleeves and tore open the diaper tapes. She lowered the front of the swollen diaper and would have wrinkled her nose at the mess inside if she wasn’t so used to it. His hairless crotch and butt were saturated with pee and poop everywhere from him sitting in a very wet and messy diaper for so long. She grabbed a tub of wipes and went to work cleaning up the epic mess. She left no crook or cranny of his diaper area uncleaned. He never stirred as she maneuvered his slim legs around, spreading his hips or lifting his ankles high in the air to get better access to clean his intimate bits. She stacked the used, dirty wipes onto the open dirty diaper then balled it all up and threw it into the pastel blue diaper pail. “Let’s get a new diaper on you before you pee on me.” That was the danger with baby boys. Sometimes she wished Hunter had girl bits so she didn’t have to worry about that. He would make an adorable baby girl, and she could dress him in soft pretty pastel dresses with lots of frills and lace and bows everywhere. She would never dare voice that desire out loud; he’d kill her if she did. Reapers were immortal; kill them and they just put themselves back together like hitting a giant invisible “undo” button. That didn’t mean the dying part did not hurt or they did not feel pain. “Hmm. What color diaper would you like?” She eyed the selection. He hated pink, so she only put it on him when she really wanted to annoy him or he was being extra prickly. She watched the mint green pacifier bob peacefully in his mouth and grabbed a matching pastel diaper. Once the new diaper was situated under him, she slathered his clean crotch and bottom in a thick, heavy layer of bubble gum pink diaper cream to protect his fragile skin from any rashes. She followed this up with a generous dumping of sweet scented baby powder. A large cloud of the powder enveloped both of them, making Margaret cough and Hunter sneeze. A bit of pee spurted out as his abdominal muscles contracted with the sneeze. She reflexively raised the front of the clean diaper to catch the yellow drops. It was a skill she had developed over centuries worth of diaper changes. “You’ve gotta feel better in a clean diaper.” She said once she finished fastening the tabs and securing the diaper around his tiny waist. Her gaze lingered a moment, taking a break to admire his fragile beauty. He was a porcelain doll, dainty and perfect with his ivory skin and cherub face. The matching pacifier and gargantuan diaper added to his adorable vulnerability. “You’re so precious and cooperative when you’re asleep. Too bad you’re such a stinker when you’re awake.” Margaret rubbed his belly, making the plastic ruffles along the top of his diaper crinkle. He scrunched his nose and tried to squirm but the safety strap held him firmly still. “Guess you want some clothes on.” She pouted. “You look adorable in just your big baby diaper.” She tapped his pert little nose, making him squirm some more. From the bottom shelf of the changing table, she selected a pastel yellow footed sleeper with brown teddy bears in diapers on the chest. The garment also had attached mittens that were stiff and thickly padded, rendering his hands completely useless. She unfastened the safety strap and dressed him in the sleeper. She rolled him onto his side so she could zipper up the back. She attached a yellow ducky pacifier clip to his pacifier and clipped it to his sleeper. Even without mittens, Hunter would not be able to take this off by himself. Margaret knew he’d be pissed when he woke up in the morning with a belly full of milk and an even fuller diaper only to find he couldn’t even undo the latch of his crib by himself because the mittens denied him use of his fingers. Hunter had his big boy clothes for work, specially tailored to accommodate the titanic bulk of his monstrously thick diapers. He had soft big boy lounge clothes, too. They were also specially tailored. When Margaret found him passed out at his desk and she took over caring for him, she dressed him as her baby. He was her baby. He just refused to admit it because of his stubbornness and pride. His stomach rumbled and his face scrunched in discomfort. It was a face he unconsciously made when he was hungry, or he was pooping his diaper. She giggled. “My baby is hungry. We’ll take care of that.” His long, inky lashes fluttered and Margaret feared Hunter would wake up, so she quickly picked him up and moved to the couch. Once seated and settled, she opened her blouse to free her large, heavy breasts. They were so full of milk they almost hurt; he was well overdue for a feeding. Drops of milk beaded on her cherry nipples. She cradled him sideways, supporting his limp head as if he were an infant incapable of holding it up on his own. His stomach rumbled again and he squirmed, dry diaper filling the room with the sound of crinkling plastic. With one finger in the ring of the pacifier, she pulled it out of his mouth with a small pop. He whimpered in protest. “Shh. Baby, it’s okay. I know you’re hungry.” As soon as she brought his head close to a big breast, instinct and muscle memory took over and he latched on right away, taking the nipple into his mouth and getting situated. In sleep, he did not realize his hands were trapped in the thick, stiff mittens and he was as helpless as a newborn. Immediately he started to suckle. When warm, creamy milk filled his mouth, he started to swallow then eventually settled into a good sucking rhythm. She felt the gentle tugs on her breast as he suckled and swallowed her milk. With her free hand, she patted his thickly diapered bottom, making the sturdy plastic shell crinkle loudly. Once that breast was empty, she switched him to the other by slipping a gentle thumb into his mouth to break the suction. He whined his protest, still deep in slumber. She put a pastel blue burper cloth over her shoulder, then cradling his head in one hand, she laid him over her shoulder to burp him. He squirmed, diaper crinkling loudly while she patted his back. He let out a series of small burps. She kissed his soft cheek and wiped the milk droplets from his lips before switching him to her other breast. Instinct took over and he latched on again, quickly settling in and finding his rhythm. While he nursed, swallowing milk and filling his tiny tummy, his bladder emptied reflexively. She felt the front of his diaper grow warm, the padding swelling slightly under her palm. She knew that was the first of many tinkles he would let loose into his thirsty diaper. She watched him nurse, his cherub cheeks working in sync with his tongue to extract milk from her breast. She teasingly poked one puffy cheek; milk dribbled from the corner of his mouth onto his chin and her breast. She used the burper cloth to wipe it away, giggling. His lashes fluttered and he stirred, more milk dribbling out. She froze, terrified he would wake up now and all hell would break loose once he realized what sleeper she had dressed him in. He sighed softly and settled back to nursing. She sighed in relief, and pressed her lips to the warm skin of his forehead. When he didn’t respond, she was about to kiss one milk-filled cheek when an overwhelming stench pervaded the room. It was vile. More rank than an entire diaper pail of his poopy diapers put together. Margaret froze, lips puckered, and hoped Hunter would not notice. Too late. The petite Reaper was yanked wide awake by his olfactory senses. His large eyes shot open. One dainty hand clamped over his mouth and nose, hampered by a thick mitten but he did not notice it in his frantic haste to escape the odiferous reek. He sat up and scrambled off her lap, crinkling furiously with every movement. The tremendous bulk of his diaper hampered his movements. He wobbled as he hurriedly stood up; he staggered a few steps like an unsteady toddler before plopping down on his padded posterior. With his mittens, he poked at the gigantic swell of his diaper. His nose wrinkled as he tried to figure out the state of his diaper. He had such a hard time telling, especially with the incredibly thick layer of cream that made his cheeks slide together. It almost felt like a poopy diaper. Hunter was still dazed after being jerked wide awake from a deep slumber. His brain was full of sleepy fog, struggling to catch up. He still didn’t realize what sleeper he wore. “I. My diaper? I poopied?” He mumbled, words all jumbled up in his sleepy state. Drops of breastmilk shimmered on his pink lips. He poked the front of his diaper again with one mitten. He could not feel anything or move his fingers in the thick, stiff padding. All he could do was make his diaper crinkle. He squirmed, making his diaper crinkle even more. His cheeks slid together. But he felt no massive logs or mushy lumps. “My diaper. Not poopy?” He mumbled in confusion around a yawn. Margaret remained frozen. He focused on the awkward look on her face. He gradually woke up, the disgusting stench forcing him to an alert state. The more he woke up, the more he noticed how bad the room smelled. He just wanted to escape. Without thinking, he got to his mittened hands and knees and crawled to the door. It was cracked open, allowing fresh air into the room and giving him refuge. As he crawled, the gargantuan bulk of his diaper slowed him down, making his hips wriggle unsteadily has he battled the noisy bulk. The thick mittens were no help either. Hunter coughed and gagged by the door, eyes watering as he finally realized the source of the stench. He glared at his buxom caregiver and vice captain. “Margaret! That’s just-just vile and disgusting!” Margaret’s face was beet red. “Hey! I just wiped poop off your butt when I changed your diaper. Your dirty diapers certainly don’t smell like a rose garden!” “If there was a rose garden, it would wither and die from your stench.” “That’s not fair! It was just a little fart!” “Liar. Those fumes are lethal! What did you do, go to hell and eat brimstone for lunch?” “No! I…may or may not have gone to the human world and had Bell Taco…” Hunter glared at her, choked on the stench, then gave up and crawled out of the room. He still didn’t realize what sleeper he wore. Margaret knew she was in deep shit when he did, and she was not eager to face his fury. She was tempted to let him go on his own, but he was helpless in those mittens. With a belly full of milk, it was only a matter of time before he filled his diaper, too. He needed her help and her protection. The reek of her own fart hit her, and she scrambled out of the room after him. END Well, not really. Yo, narrator here. I’m back. You see why I ditched ya? Margaret might be boobilicious but she’s also a real stinker. Now that the tale is told, the story is done. Over. For real it really is the end this time. Peace out! The End End (for really real this time!) I hope you found this story to be a gas! 😂 Okay, bad jokes aside, the silly ending is why this is a very late April Fool's story.

Have you yelled at any kids to get off your lawn? 😆

Ooh that looks good! I'm gonna break my diet and go to little Ceasar's just to try it. I've got some sliced mangos in the fridge I'm gonna make a mango smoothie later. Not as awesome as Mt Dew but still yummy.

Pesty pest control! Okay, that totally sounds like it could be the name of a pest control service. 🤣

That person deserves to be named and shamed all over social media, and fired. And if the delivery person is breaking the law, then they should be charged as well. That is just disrespectful and disgusting and unhygenic to do to someone's porch or other property. It would be one thing if they had an emergency and could not control themselves but this was deliberate. The article says the devliery person did it to more than one customer. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. If I wrote a diaper story about a delivery person who crapped on porches and they were sentenced to diapers as a punishment, no one would suspend their disbelief.

Definitely check out Amazon reviews- other people might have other experiences. I can only speak for my own opinion and my own experiences with the various diaper brands. I hope you find the diapers you like!

I got my mother two t-shirts of her favorite youtuber The Lion Whisperer.