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This rings accurate. I think, to some extent, that once you acclimate your brain to not holding your bladder when wearing certain types of underwear, it becomes instinctual - "Oh, I'm wearing a diaper, therefore it's fine to not trigger the urinary sphincter to hold back". My babygirl sometimes forgets that she's only wearing a thin little pull-up in the mornings and not a proper diaper like she wears at night, and I chuckle as I watch her scramble off to the bathroom to get changed or comes to me all pouty and petitions me to put her in a diaper because she doesn't want to adult today.

I do hope that this alleviates the doomsayers' anxiety about abandoned stories, at least for this one.

I mean, no story could meet this definition. Even now, probably moreso than in the last 50 years since disposables became commonplace, "earth-conscious" (but ignorant) parents and "cost-conscious" parents use cloth diapers on their babies. So it's not a relic from the past. You just have to do a little extra character-building to explain why Mom or Dad or both wanted to use cloth instead of disposables. More character-building is definitely not a bad thing.

One of the greatest horror films ever made started with someone believing some jerk at a gas station that going on the back road over the mountain was faster than staying on the highway.

I've been kinda on a vintage kick with a casual story/sketch I've been working on, set in 1982. Spent a lot of time contemplating the old-school Luvs and Huggies from that time period, and imagining an alt timeline where Luvs is inspired by the success of its XL size in 1984 to pivot directly into the youth diaper market.

I know that name. Used to post his own stories in ADISC and FoxTalesTimes wayyyyy back in the day. He was a real jerk then too. Sorry you had the misfortune of doing business with him. He should've realized you were not afraid of being doxxed when you fought the first one.

I mean, I identify with the boyfriend, but only as far as I need her in a diaper to get turned on. I'm more than happy to put a Hitachi on that diaper until she begs me to stop because she's overdriving from too many orgasms at once.

High quality smut right here. Well done.

I feel like this is a case of "being your own worst critic" and not wanting to let a story go because it wasn't perfect. Let it go, write a new story, and let it take you other places. - Sincerely, someone who is continuously haunted by ghosts of his previous stories that either never got finished or never satisfied him -

I feel like I'd be piling on here, so I'll just point you to the reference guide I posted (sticky at top of this forum) about dialogue in stories. It will fix a lot of your issues here. Also, I give you kudos for not engaging in exposition about the world you seem to be building. Reveal it as you go along, keep people interested with your characters. This is the ideal way to create a new environment without explaining it all in the first chapter.

Had to go back to work full-time and, much like you, was too mentally spent to write at the end of the day. Tried to pick it back up in the years since, but I think I've only completed one story in that time frame.

When I was at my peak, so very long ago, it was about discipline. Write every day. Sit there for at least an hour in front of whatever array of unfinished stories you have in your queue. Scan them all until you find something that sparks you. Or just sit there with a blank page, if you don't have a queue. Write something. Even if you look at it an hour later and say, "this is crap," and delete it, do it anyway. Because you give yourself permission to fail, which unlocks your creativity and frees you from your self-doubt. And that is the most powerful boost to your creativity you can possibly give yourself. Writing fearlessly.

I mean, it's diaper smut. Your grammar and sentence structure are good, but this is just a scene, not a story. Not sure what feedback you're looking for here.

If said gate exists, I'll be on the outside of it most likely, because I abandoned my Christian faith many years ago in favor of an embrace of universalism (not UU) with a lean toward the Buddhist ideal. I find it deeply more satisfying than any experience I had in the Christian church. In short, over the course of 20 years I unlocked all the mysteries of the bible, plumbed all its depths, and found that the journey, much like solving a puzzle, was more fulfilling than finding the answer itself. I was left rather empty when it was done. So I moved on.

In defense of this person's story, I know people who are of Christian faith who don't hate anyone. And don't judge anyone. Though they certainly voice their very valid criticism of the Pharisees that infest the modern American church in particular. The people who co-opt what is supposed to be a religion of love and use it as a cudgel on the marginalized in society. And I know the history of how that came to pass, too, how the American church took such a turn - and the secret is, the Southern Baptist church, which is the epicenter of this movement, was always this way. It's just that once the Civil Rights Act passed, they could no longer use that cudgel against African-Americans, and instead needed new targets to rile the base and expand their political influence, so they took aim at homosexuals and anyone else that didn't fit into the one man, one woman box. And make no mistake, it's all hate, but it's also 100% contradictory to what their own book teaches them. Jesus never used a cudgel on sinners. He reserved that for pretentious religious leaders who harbored hate in their hearts while openly acting superior to everyone else because of their supposed piety. Rest assured, if the Bible is true, the Evangelicals will be surprised to find themselves being told, "Depart from me, I never knew you."