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  1. I've written several stories with diapered maids in them. I can't name them all but they are not free at the moment. They are on Amazon. Definitely some in the Ingrid series though not that heavily and the last book the Thin Walls trilogy, which is a crossover from Ingrid, has several diapered maids.
  2. I was shooting for a happy ending. I could have made it longer but I've been busy and was running out of time. Yes, that's how genies get you and I wanted there to be consequences to poor wording choices. Things they can see in retrospect but didn't dawn on them when they were saying it.
  3. Chapter 9 That was our first full day together. I was content to let Judy steer the life we were building together. She was a natural at it. She moved into my place a week later and we’ve been together ever since. I’ve put on a few pounds, though. She feeds me constantly. Judy hand-feeds me almost every meal and forces me to eat everything on my plate or else. The “or else” is to leave me in a diaper I can’t remove until she feels like I’ve done my penance. I usually don’t mind being left in a diaper unless I am about to do more than soak my diaper. She has, unfortunately, left me with no other option but to mess my diaper a number of times. I’m kind of used to it by now. She stuffs me with food and her mother’s milk that I’m constantly wet and average two to three bowel movements a day. More than once she has returned from work to find me stuck in a nasty diaper. Cleaning them doesn’t seem to bother her. She smiles like she expected it. After all, I make her orgasm until she is too weak to remember anything else. I had hoped she would grow tired of the prostate milking but she has only grown more adventurous in ways to violate me. Judy can’t get enough of my limp, slow-motion ejaculations. It isn’t my favorite thing but I know we are going to go at it like rabbits a little while after. Judy has tried some of her other kinky ideas on me from time to time. Of late, she likes to use a strap-on dildo to stimulate my prostate. I’m not fond of it but it makes her happy. I’d rather pleasure her orally if I had my choice but I never do. It is always her choice. I’m fine with it. A few times she has given me enemas when I’ve not had a bowel movement that day. She is very thorough and loving when she does fill my bottom with hot, soapy water. Those always bring about huge relief when she allows me to empty into the toilet. Judy is definitely the one in charge of this relationship. It takes a lot of stress off of me which makes me uncomfortable. I definitely enjoy being able to live without the anxiety of making a decision. I’d never admitted it to Judy but I think I’m now bladder incontinent. I’ve been in diapers 24/7 since we first met. It is convenient that I will never run out of diapers since I’ll never be out of diapers. About a year into our relationship, we got into a slight disagreement over something, I think I forgot to put a new roll of toilet paper in the holder. At that, she threatened to give me an enema and put me in a diaper for the next few hours. Thankfully, I never pushed her enough for her to carry through on the threat. We’ve been happily together now for 15 years. Married for 12 of those years. That’s my story and I’ve got to go, Judy’s breasts are calling and my prostate needs relief. It’s time we both get milked. Remember, you can’t trust a genie but if you are careful, things might work out in an amazing way. The End
  4. Chapter 7 “Now, your turn,” I said, “What did you wish for?” She started to blush, “I can be a bit overbearing, bossy even and relationships haven’t really worked out for me so I wished for someone compliant that would love me anyway, despite what my kinky mind might lead us into.” “I can live with that. It has worked out well so far,” I said. “For my second wish,” she said, “I was flat-chested before. I wished for a big, full set of breasts like my sister had when she was pregnant. Unfortunately, she gave me big, milk-filled boobs. I have to wear bras with soaker pads in them because I’m leaking all the time.” “That explains the milk,” I said, “and your third wish?” She blushed, even more, this time, “I’m ashamed to say it but I wished to have someone make me orgasm until I collapse.” “OH, that was why you didn’t want me to stop,” I said. “It’s worse than that,” she said, “I can’t, uhm, stimulate myself, no matter how much I tried. In the three days before we met, I hadn’t had a single O.” I patted her hand, “I’m glad I could be of assistance.” She looked at me, “What a pair we make.” “Indeed!” I said, “I think things will work out for us. You aren’t freaked out about my diapers and I’m not bothered by taking your milk. That’s not so bad.” Judy looked at me, “Did I mention I have a few kinks that might, how do I say this, turn you off and on at the same time?” My eyes widen and I asked, “The genies put us together. What are you talking about?” “Well, you see,” she started, “I like to watch a guy’s member drip his juices.” “Like precum?” I asked. She smiled, “I like to cause it. I want to do it as a prelude to sex. It makes a guy last longer. I’ll show this later if you want but you will let me finish the process.” “We will be consummating our relationship afterward?” I questioned, “If so, count me in.” Since it was the weekend and neither of us had anything planned, we sat around my place and learned a bit more about each other. As it turned out, she’d heard of a diaper fetish but never knew anyone that practiced it. She found it fascinating. I discovered Judy was into many eclectic things, some sexy, some artistic and a few scary. Her sexy interests included corsets, garters and stockings. Her artistic ones were erotic photography and painting. One of the scary ones was this process of causing a guy to dribble his precum. It was lunchtime and Judy volunteered to make something. She pulled everything she needed from the cupboard that would never be empty. I think she fixed spaghetti with garlic toast and a green salad. She made a big deal out of feeding me like a child. If I suckled her breast, she gave me a kiss and a sip of a caipirinha. I was getting pretty full but she kept feeding me more spaghetti until I couldn’t swallow another bite. “Please drink a little more milk for me,” she begged, “My breasts are so full and it feels good when you take it.” My mouth was still full but I shook my head in agreement as she guided me to an exposed nipple. I absentmindedly nursed. I was on autopilot. I didn’t notice when she switched breasts and I kept going. I could feel my bladder growing fuller as I reclined against Judy, lapping up her milk. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I remembered was her patting my soggy diaper. I’d wet myself again without recollection. I slept like a baby until late into the afternoon. Chapter 8 When I woke up, my head was still resting in Judy’s lap. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to be myself around her. No worrying someone would discover my diapers and use them against me or humiliate me. “Welcome back, sleepyhead,” she smiled, “I think it is time you got that diaper changed. I’ll be right back.” She returned with a clean diaper, wipes and a smile on her face. Did she like changing diapers? Had I really hit the jackpot? We haven’t even been on an actual date and I was already telling her my darkest secrets. “What are you thinking?” I asked her. “Oh, I was considering that we’ve spent less than 24 hours together and we are getting along great,” she said. I smiled back at her, “I was thinking along those same lines.” “Well, this might be the test,” she said, “Time for you to experience something that really turns me on.” I wasn’t sure if I was ready but I had to give it a try for her. She’d already changed my diaper so she was someone I could trust. She positioned me on the couch and undid my soggy diaper. After a thorough cleaning, she slipped the fresh diaper under me. “OK, take a deep breath and relax,” she said. I swear I tried my best but nobody has ever slipped a finger up my butt! It went in so easily that I was caught off guard. She explained that she was massaging my prostate with her finger from the inside and her thumb from the outside. It felt nice once the surprise of it all settled down. In no time, my limp member was dribbling lots of fluid. I would have thought I’d have to be highly aroused for that to happen but she managed to force it out of me with ease. After a bit more I could feel that familiar urge but my manhood was still flaccid. Judy’s hand worked harder and faster, a finger in my rear and her thumb just behind my balls. She used her other hand to pull my sack, gently squeezing my testicles. It happened, I had a limp orgasm. My semen pulsed out of me with the least force I’d ever felt. She continued for another minute, extracting every last drop from me. I was exhausted but happy that I could do that for her. She extracted her finger from my bum and taped my diaper up. I exhaled and smiled. “And that makes you happy?” I asked. She replied, “Exceedingly. When we make love when you’ve recovered a bit, you’ll see that this is worth it.” “I can’t wait!” I said, tired and spent though I did little on my own. She pulled me toward her and released a nipple. I tried to beg off saying I was still full from lunch but she wouldn’t hear of it. Her breasts hurt and it was my turn to give her some relief. I obliged by drinking as much as I could swallow. Before switching breasts, I had to relieve myself into my diaper. She noticed and patted my diaper playfully. I was stuck in diapers, unable to remove them myself and I didn’t mind as long as I had Judy by my side. The sun was going down and she thought I’d had enough time to recover from the earlier exercise. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I pulled back the cover and watched her wiggle out of her jeans. She had a gorgeous ass. Those beautiful tits flashed at me as she removed her top and bra. I was one lucky man to have her in my bed. She reclined on the bed, patting the spot next to her. I kicked off my pants and pulled off my shirt before crawling in next to her. I waited for her to open my diaper. I already knew it was useless for me to try. I was not worthy. She pulled the tabs and folded the front down as she straddled me. She liked being in charge and so did I. She leaned down and kissed me as she backed onto my throbbing eagerness. We meshed together in an electric embrace. I instinctively became sucking her nipples while she controlled the depth and rhythm of our love-making. I felt her speed up and clench numerous times. I was amazed that I held on to my own orgasm after such furious actions. As she fell onto my chest, she quivered one last time, finally sending me over the edge. I released her nipple and kissed her on the lips for the longest time. From first meeting to soulmates in less than 24 hours. That escalated quickly.
  5. Chapter 6 When I woke, the diaper I didn’t usually wear to bed was soaked. On top of that, my head was pounding and the light hurt my eyes. Judy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I started to question my sanity. Had it all been a wonderfully crazy dream? I didn’t have time to delve into it before Judy entered the room with something for my headache. She handed me two capsules but nothing to drink. Instead, she opened her top and placed her left nipple within easy reach. I was in no mood to fight it and accepted the breast. Again, I was rewarded with a gush of milk. When I had suckled for some time, I drifted back to sleep. By the time I’d awakened, it was almost 10AM. I’d slept half the morning away but my head wasn’t hurting me. My diaper was very heavy. I rose and went to the bathroom. To my surprise, I couldn’t remove the diaper and it wasn’t for lack of trying. It was stuck like glue. Worse, I needed to do the thing I never did in diapers. My tummy was grumbling but the darned diaper wouldn’t budge. I pulled on a shirt and some loose pants before walking out of the bedroom. There was a note on the fridge from Judy. She had gone for a walk and would be back shortly. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and had a late breakfast. I was starving. There was little else I could at this point. When Judy returned, she pulled up the chair across from me and said, “I think I should tell you about my three wishes and you should tell me about yours.” Between bites of cereal, I agreed, “Definitely, but first I need to use the toilet and this diaper won’t budge.” She looked at me funny, “What do you mean?” “I mean that I went to the toilet and tried to pull the diaper down. No go,” I said, “I tried to pull the tapes but they won’t budge.” She reached over and pulled down the front of my pants. I could feel her fiddling to find a tape and easily pulled it off. I tried the next tape. Still stuck. She pulled the same tape I couldn’t budge with ease. “Well, that’s interesting,” she said. I stood and requested, “Come with me to the bathroom, please. I don’t do that in diapers.” She chuckled and agreed, “OK, let’s get you out of that soggy diaper before it becomes a dirty diaper.” She followed me into the bathroom and I dropped my pants. She pulled the two remaining tapes and the diaper slid down and into my pants. I immediately plopped down on the toilet. I looked at her while still trying to hold it. “You might want to leave now,” I suggested. “I can take a hint,” as she backed out and closed the door. I did my business and tried to take the diaper out of my pants. It was like Thor’s hammer. I couldn’t budge and couldn’t pull my pants up either. I struggled with it for a few minutes with no progress when Judy returned to check on me. “Are you OK in there?” she asked. “Mostly,” I replied, “But I have a bit of a problem. You can come in.” She opened the door to find me standing there, pants around my ankles, naked from the waist down. I tugged at the diaper but it wouldn’t move. She reached down and easily balled it up and disposed of it. “That darned genie,” I said under my breath. I tried to pull my pants up but they still wouldn’t come up. They were anchors around my ankles, holding me in that one spot. Judy snapped her fingers and went to the hall closet. She returned with a diaper and unfolded it. She slipped it on me and my feet were immediately unstuck. “OK, let’s have that talk about our wishes now, shall we?” she said. I pulled up my pants and headed to the couch with her, “I’ll go first since we just discovered the twist to one of my wishes.” “Seems like a good idea,” she said. “My first wish was I never want to be out of diapers,” I said, “I didn’t want to have to go buy more.” She giggled, “I think we have that one figured out. You can never get yourself out of diapers but it seems I can do it just fine. What was your second wish?” I said, “For my second wish I wanted to meet someone that would love me unconditionally and that I can love with all my heart. Someone that fulfills my heart’s desire.” She grinned, “You have no idea! Check. Your third wish?” “I wished to have enough food and drink always available so that I would never go hungry or thirsty,” I said. “That one seems harmless enough but we both know genies are devious,” she said.
  6. Chapter 5 Judy laid me back on the couch and gently lifted my good leg up onto the cushion. Despite my inebriated state, I think I was getting turned on. My jeans started to show my arousal. Judy quickly undid my belt and jeans. I lifted for her to pull them down to my ankles. “Someone likes the attention they are getting,” she said as she rubbed the front of my diaper, “What’s this?” She grabbed the front of my diaper and slowly stroked it. It felt good. I might have whimpered, I’m not sure but I didn’t want her to stop. Things were about to reach a natural conclusion until she stopped. I looked up at her, pleading, “Please.” She stood and started to unbutton her jeans, “I like the idea of you in diapers but if you get yours, I want something in return.” Judy dribbled off her jeans and pulled her panties off. She gently climbed onto the couch and placed her behind in my face, crouched over my middle. She eased back until I got the hint. Even a drunk knows what to do with a muff in his face. She rocked back closer and I slid my tongue around her puffy lower lips. I could taste her. She was as turned on as I was. When I found the right spot, she rubbed me through my soggy diaper. She was careful not to let it end too soon. I wanted to please her and slipped my tongue as deep as I could. She quivered. I felt her knees against my arms. Her bare bottom rested on my face as she softly moaned. I could feel her breasts on my stomach. I reached a hand to find a nipple and play with it. She pulled my legs up and rubbed me harder. I was sure there was no turning back. I lapped at her slit, trying to focus on her pleasure but the distraction was too great. Another wave went over her and she playfully bit me through the diaper before clamping firmly. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. “Not yet,” she said, “You’re doing well. Keep it up and you can finish.” I did as she asked. Perhaps it was more of a command. She said she liked to be in charge. I worked my tongue up and down, in and out, trying to give her another orgasm. She bucked against my face, driving my tongue deeper. My face was wet with her juices. Her legs quivered and she made one more stroke against my diaper. Instead of keeping the stroking up, she stopped as soon as she felt me cross the tipping point. It was good but it would have been better if she had continued her attention. I was spent and she collapsed on top of me. We were both sweaty and I was still drunk. I was about to fall asleep when she untaped my diaper. She unfolded the clean garment and slipped it under me before I could protest. I didn’t usually wear a diaper to bed but as sloshed as I was, it might not be a bad idea. When she had fastened the clean diaper on me, she helped me up and walked me to bed. She crawled in beside me. She tossed off her bra and guided my head toward her breasts. I was content to suckle at her nipple. To my surprise, I tasted sweet milk. I drifted off to sleep like that. I didn’t remember anything else about that night but I slept like a baby. It was the most restful sleep I could remember. Too bad I had a hangover the next morning.
  7. Chapter 4 I hobbled to the door, my knee starting to ache. My key slid into the door and I turned the lock. I braced as I opened the door, hoping I hadn’t forgotten anything. I opened my eyes and did a quick survey. Thankfully, it was presentable and I invited her in. She saw the fridge and slipped past me, “I’ll need a little ice. Where are your tumblers?” I pointed to the cabinet beside the sink, “Middle shelf. Do you need any help?” She shook her head and said, “No, I’ve got it under control. I see you have an ice pack. Do you want that for your knee?” “Sure, toss it here,” I said. I put the cold compress on my knee to numb it. Judy set a drink in my hand. It looked harmless enough. She only brought what she had bought at the store into the kitchen so I was pretty sure it wasn’t drugged. She had one herself. I took a sip and it was a little sweet, a little tart but largely delicious. I held my glass up and smiled at her. She took a drink and looked at me with a smile. She then sat down on the couch near me. “How’s the knee?” she asked. “Better now,” I said, “This is a pretty good drink. You’ll have to show me the recipe.” We chatted about the drink and I had finished mine. She took my glass and made us another. Before I was aware of it, I’d had three of them! My knee didn’t hurt anymore and I was feeling pretty good. That’s when I made the mistake of saying to her, “I had something happen to me you will never believe!” Judy turned her head and asked, “Really, what like? Tell me more.” I took the last sip of my drink and set the glass on a coaster, “I was metal detecting on the beach this morning and found what I thought was a teapot. Turns out it was genie in a lap and she granted me three wishes.” Her eyes grew wide, “OH MY GOSH!” I replied, “I know, right? Go pull anything you like out of the pantry beside the fridge. I dare you.” Judy rose and did as I asked. She pulled a box of cookies off the shelf. Immediately, another box replaced it. She dropped the box on the floor. She turned to me, her mouth wide open. Now, this is where the alcohol started kicking in. “You ain’t seen nothing,” I said, feeling my alcohol bravado, “Open the hall closet and do the same thing.” I wasn’t sober enough to regret it and smiled as she walked to the hall closet. I don’t think she realized what she was looking at. She pulled one out and another sprang into existence to fill the empty spot. This time she didn’t drop the item. “WOW, that’s amazing,” she said before looking at what she held in her hand, “Is this a diaper? Do you have kids?” “Oh no,” I proudly said, “Those are for me.” She walked over to the couch, the diaper still in her hand, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” I laughed, “Don’t worry about it.” She looked at me and grinned, “I believe you.” “Really? I thought it would be hard to swallow,” I said. She took my hand, “I found a genie in an antique store three days ago. She granted me three wishes, too.” “That’s amazing!” I said. “I wished for someone that would love me unconditionally,” she said. “WOW,” I may have said a little too loud, “That’s what I wished for, too! Do you think we are each other’s wish come true? You don’t mind that wear diapers?” A sly grin slipped across her face, “Not all, if you don’t mind that I can be a little domineering.” “Well, I need to change,” I said, “Hand me that diaper. I think I’ve let this one get pretty full.” She held it away, “Not so fast. Maybe I want to see how this works. You wear the diapers and I’ll wear the pants in this relationship.”
  8. Chapter 3 While my cupboard was never bare, my fridge was empty of beer. I pulled on a clean shirt and slipped into a pair of jeans before heading to the liquor store. I needed a drink in the worst way. Beer might not be enough. This might call for something stronger. I walked to the store that was open 24/7 on the corner. They had a good selection though I usually got the same six-pack of beer I always drank. This time I was browsing the liquor aisle and decided I wanted some rum. I don’t squat about rum but I liked the TV spots. A lady in the same aisle must have noticed my confusion and she took pity on me, “Looking for a good rum, are you?” Turning, I looked at her with a confused look. It was the first time I actually saw her and not simply noticed another person near me. She was tall, taller than me with the prettiest pale green eyes. Her lips were turned up in a smile and her strawberry blond hair was pulled back into bun. “Well, I,” I started, “I am a little tired of beer and thought I’d try something different. Do you have a suggestion?” She smiled at me, “I don’t drink much rum anymore but the amber spiced rums are probably where you should start if you aren’t sure. From there, you can decide what you like and fine-tune your tastes.” “What are you drinking?” I quizzed her. She held up a bottle of something I’d never heard of, cachaça, “I’m on a caipirinha kick lately.” “Is it good,” I asked, “I’ve never heard of a caipirinha.” “Oh, it is similar to a mojito but better,” she said as she held out a hand, “By the way, I’m Judy.” “James,” I said, shaking her hand, “Nice to meet you.” As she took her items toward the front, she pointed at a bottle, “This one is really good.” I picked it up and said, “Thanks.” At the counter, she paid for her things and I was next in line. She had a very nice bottom and her waist was tiny. I couldn’t help but think she was very attractive. Was she the one? Did the genie work in mysterious ways like this? While I was pondering the possibilities, she left and I was standing there with a blank stare on my face. The cashier finally got my attention and I paid for my bottle of rum and six-pack of beer. I’d missed my opportunity. I wasn’t even looking up when I left, mostly staring at the ground a few feet ahead of me. If I’d been paying attention, I’d have seen the car backing up that hit me. It was more of a shock than anything. I wasn’t hurt but fell down and I’m ashamed to say, I pissed myself. Brakes locked, tires screeched and the car stopped before it traveled any further. I was spared from serious harm. Luckily, my beer didn’t explode and the bottle of rum was plastic. I tried to stand and noticed my knee felt funny. A twinge of pain came over me when I tried to bend it. I stayed on the ground for a moment to rub it. The owner of the car came to check on me, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you and then all of a sudden you were behind me.” It was Judy looking down at me, her breasts at a very appealing angle. That’s all I could think of and my knee didn’t hurt so much anymore. She offered a hand and I pulled myself up. The knee hurt a bit but nothing was broken. “I’m OK,” I said, “It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” “At least let me carry your things to your car,” she said. “I walked her,” I told her, “I’m only a few blocks from here, 13th St and Madison.” “Well,” she said, “Let me give you a ride. I feel so terrible.” My knee was a little stiff so I put my bag in her car and let her drive me to my place. It was usually a 20-minute walk but it was only five by car. She parked in front of my building and got out to make sure I could walk OK. She followed me to the door and I thanked her. “Hey, if I’m not being too bold, I could make you a caipirinha,” she said, “You know, to make up for running you over.” I did a mental check of how I’d left the house. Did I close the diaper closet door? Were any diapers in the trash visible? Did it stink? Were dirty clothes on the floor? I was a little afraid but agreed, inviting her in.
  9. Chapter 2 I contemplated my many dreams and desires. I had heard genies were a conniving lot and would twist your wishes against you so I wanted to be clear about what I said before I made my wish. I scribbled on a pad some things I had only dreamt of. First on the list was wealth but it seemed like a huge trap. Too many ways it could go wrong. Instead, I thought that I never wanted to be out of diapers. They are expensive and embarrassing to have to buy. Those big diaper boxes from delivery services weren’t much better. Surely, that was a safe wish. Next, I need someone to love and to love me unconditionally. That one seemed pretty safe. I didn’t think a genie could turn that one against me. I decided that would be a top priority. I entertained other ideas like a huge house with a pool and riding stables but I’m not that guy. I thought about fame but I’ve never been one to seek notoriety. Power was something else I never felt a desire for. Mostly, I wanted to be left alone. For my final wish, I wanted to never have to worry about food or drink. I rolled that one over in my mind a bit and tried to figure out how to word it so that I didn’t wind up with my mouth grown over or an IV line jabbed into my arm. I thought over and these would be my three wishes. “Genie, I have my three wishes,” I said. “As you command, master, what may I grant you for freeing me from my prison,” said the genie. “First wish: I never want to be out of diapers,” I said. The genie waved her arms, “It is done.” I heard a sound in the hall closet, “What was that?” “Whenever you run low on diapers, more will appear in your closet,” said the genie, a smile on her face. “I suppose that works,” I said, “For my second wish I want to meet someone that will love me unconditionally and that I can love with all my heart. Someone that fulfills my heart’s desire.” The genie grinned from ear to ear, “Your wish is my command. Your final wish?” “I wish to have enough food and drink always available so that I will never go hungry or thirsty,” I said. The genie smiled, “It is done. Your cupboards will never be bare. I am pleased you did not wish for fame, fortune or power. Those are very dangerous wishes. Within 24 hours you will meet the one that will love you unconditionally.” I was stunned, “But where will I meet her?” The genie was vague, “You will know her when you meet her. With this, I have granted your three wishes and I am free. Enjoy your wishes.” The teapot and the genie were gone in a flash of light. I had spots in my eyes. When my vision cleared, I wasn’t really sure it had happened. Perhaps the teapot was filled with some hallucinogen and I was tripping. I checked the hall closet and it was full of diapers. You couldn’t stuff another one in there with a jackhammer. I pulled one out and another magically filled its empty spot. Amazing. I checked the pantry and it was neatly stocked with cans and boxes of all my favorite foods. I took a bag of chips out and the rustling of a new bag replaced it. The only thing left was to meet the girl of my dreams.
  10. OK, I think I've got the start of my story properly tagged and attributed. If I've forgotten anything, please let me know. Thanks
  11. This story is written for the 3rd kasarberang non-contest. That Escalated Quickly By Bo Tox Chapter 1 Well, I suppose I have no one to blame but myself but the damned genie didn’t have to be so vindictive about it. Let my mistakes be a warning: Don’t make the three wishes. It never ends well. I was minding my own business while metal detecting at the beach. That day I found a fake high-end watch, a wedding ring and lots of trash. I was loading my gear into my backpack. The metal detector was still on and I sat it down near the dunes. It went off with the sound of something strong. The spot it indicated was above the high tide line so whatever was in the sand wasn’t new unless someone purposefully buried it. The sand was easy to dig in and I found a handle. Once pulled, the handle was attached to a pot. When I had it fully out of the ground, it resembled an old teapot. The teapot was a dull metal, maybe brass. It certainly didn’t look like it had a lot of value but if it were old enough, it might bring something. I tossed it in with the rest of my booty and finished preparing to leave. My diaper was pretty wet so it was definitely time to go. About the diaper, it is for convenience. If I’m making good progress while prospecting, I don’t want to stop to find a toilet. The facilities at the beach are often poorly maintained and borderline disgusting. With everything loaded in the car, it was good to get back into an air-conditioned car. Twenty minutes later, the car was in the garage and the day’s treasure was in the laundry room sink, getting rinsed off. While that stuff soaked, it was time to get something to eat, rehydrate and change my diaper. Full disclosure, diapers aren’t just for convenience. I might actually like to wear them. There’s nothing wrong with that. Lots of people do it. The microwave was spinning a pizza and half a bottle of water sat on the table while I went to get into a dry diaper. The microwave beeped on the way back to the kitchen. A fresh diaper is always a nice feeling. After eating and drinking enough to feel full, I went to the sink to start inspecting my finds a little more thoroughly. The teapot was rinsed off and put aside to dry. The other items needed another rinse. I towel-dried the teapot. It looked better cleaned up. A little shine might make it nice. A little metal polish and some elbow grease would do wonders. I squirted the polish into the cloth and started rubbing the teapot. I wasn’t paying much attention. When I looked at the lamp, it was brilliant with smoke coming out of the spout. The lights flickered a few times and the smoke grew thicker. I had no idea what was going on so I sat the teapot on the counter and backed away. A booming voice announced, “WHO HAS FREED ME?” I was shaking and might have even peed my diaper a little bit but answered, “I did, James.” “I am the genie of the lamp,” said the voice as the smoke coalesced into a head and flowed down to arms and a torso. The lower part remained a smoky haze. “Lamp? I thought this was a teapot,” I said. The arms of the genie spread and she smiled, “I was imprisoned in the lamp for 100 years. You have freed me and I will grant you three wishes and only three wishes. Choose wisely, James.” I scratched my ear and looked at the genie, “Three wishes. I’ll have to think about that a minute.” The genie looked at me with a wry smile, “Don’t take too long.”
  12. I'm interested in participating but may not have time. Add me to the list. I have a premise already thought out but having the time to write it may be my downfall.
  13. I always enjoy your ride and thank you for contributing so much

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