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Thank you kindly for sharing this story with us! This has turned out to be a bit of a Rollercoaster (in a great way!) And such a wholesome little diversion in an otherwise .... -*gestures sort of all around*- I have enjoyed it and even teared up at a few points. Again, thank you kindly! -
Couple of things: I want to shake that manager SO hard. "This is definitely the woman thebpolice are looking for, but I don't see the little they were looking for so oh well, we won't call the police." REALLY!?!? Also: excellent story, you have me so involved that I wish I could jump dimensions and beat someone with a foam bat for being as dense as a black hole in a golden coral parking lot on steak night. Additional: Run little girl. Run!!
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By Goodnitesboi · Posted
Pink Flamingos (1972) Suspiria (1977) La Piscine/The Swimming Pool (1969) Evil Under The Sun (1982) Scooby Doo On Zombie Island (1998) -
Hi! I’m looking for a dom who is knowledgeable about FNAF and is okay with writing more than one line of text. I have multiple FNAF movie plots and multiple FNAF game plots that I’m fine with roleplaying on Reddit or Discord. Please put effort into your introduction message. Make sure to send your limits in your first message and what I should call you. I’ve called multiple different people "mommy" and "daddy" before, so I’m okay with calling you anything. My kinks: kinks: regresssion, forced regresssion, physical regresssion, using undies, Pull-Ups, and diapers for pee and poo, spanking, breastfeeding, age play, bottle feeding, hypnosis, pacifier gag, babied, bear bottom spanked over knees and in different spanking positions, humiliation, forced into a diaper, forced to act like a baby for mommy/daddy, forcefully stripped naked and pampered, Limits: vore, piss play, mouthtoilet, inflation, racism, slavery, Oh, and I love detailed spankings and diaper changes/getting diapered. Send a 🐻 emoji to prove you read through this :) -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 16 Morning light filled the townhouse, soft and steady, carrying with it the quiet promise of a new day. In the kitchen, Marcus moved comfortably between the stove and the counter, the sound of eggs sizzling and coffee brewing creating a calm, familiar rhythm. Every now and then, he glanced toward the hallway, listening without even realizing it. He actually slept through the night, Marcus thought, a small sense of relief settling in. That’s a win. ⸻ At the dining table, Jill sorted through the day’s mail, a small stack forming beside her. Bills, flyers… then something that made her pause. RSVP cards. Her expression softened as she opened them one by one, reading carefully. She reached for a pen and her notebook, jotting down names, mentally placing each person into the space of the upcoming party. “Lisa’s coming,” she said, glancing up with a smile. Marcus looked over from the kitchen. “Of course she is.” Jill nodded, opening another. “Mrs. Turner too.” Marcus smiled at that. “He’ll like that.” Jill continued, flipping through the rest. “And a few others… it’s shaping up really nicely.” She leaned back slightly, looking at the list. This is actually happening, she thought. It’s all coming together. Her eyes drifted to the calendar on the wall. A bold circle marked the date. Jack’s birthday. Just three days away. Jill felt something warm settle in her chest—excitement, anticipation… maybe even a little disbelief at how quickly time had passed. “Three days,” she said softly. Marcus followed her gaze, then nodded. “Yeah.” For a moment, they both just looked at it. We made it here, Jill thought. All of us. ⸻ Marcus plated the food and brought it over, setting it down before taking a seat across from her. They ate slowly, talking in that easy, unhurried way that only mornings allowed. “Today should be pretty calm,” Jill said. “No big plans.” Marcus nodded. “Good. He could use a quieter day after yesterday.” Jill smiled faintly. “Yeah… we all could.” There was a sense of balance in the room—after everything, they were finding their rhythm again. ⸻ From upstairs, a small sound broke through the calm. “Mama… Dada…” Jill’s head lifted instantly. Marcus paused, listening. There it was again—soft, sleepy, but unmistakable. Jack. Jill’s expression softened immediately, a gentle smile forming. “He’s up.” Marcus leaned back slightly, a quiet satisfaction in his expression. “And in a good mood, by the sound of it.” Jill stood, already moving. “I’ll get him.” As she headed toward the stairs, she could hear him a little clearer now—calling out, not upset, just looking for them. He slept through the night… and woke up happy, she thought. That alone made the morning feel brighter. Jill reached the nursery door and opened it gently. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she said softly. Inside, Jack stood in his crib, small hands gripping the railing, eyes just beginning to fully wake. And just like that— The day truly began. Jill stepped into the nursery with a soft smile, the morning light spilling gently across the room. Jack stood in his crib, a little tousled from sleep, rubbing at his eyes. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she said, leaning in to lift him. Jack rested against her shoulder, still waking up. “Mama…” he mumbled. Jill carried him over to the changing table and gave a quick check, nodding to herself. “Yep, we’ve got a wet one.” Jack made a small face, shifting slightly. He never liked that feeling—damp, clingy, uncomfortable. “I know,” Jill murmured, already working to clean him up. “We’ll fix it.” Her movements were gentle and familiar, talking softly to him as she went. Jack watched her for a moment, then relaxed, the discomfort fading as quickly as it came. “All done,” she said, fastening everything snugly before reaching for his clothes. She paused, thinking for a second, then smiled. “Let’s do something cute today.” Jill dressed him in a soft pair of light-blue shortalls, decorated with small embroidered animals along the front pocket. Underneath, she slipped on a white t-shirt with tiny stripes. She added a pair of matching socks and smoothed everything out. “There,” she said, stepping back just a bit. “Perfect.” Jack looked down at himself, then back up at her, giving a small, sleepy smile. ⸻ They made their way downstairs together, the smell of breakfast already filling the house. Marcus looked up from the kitchen as they entered. “There he is,” he said warmly. “Morning, champ.” Jack perked up a little. “Morning, Dada.” Marcus helped him into the high chair, securing him in before setting a bib in place. “Alright,” he said, reaching for a couple jars. “Let’s get started.” Jack watched as Marcus opened them, his attention shifting quickly when something else caught his eye. Bacon. His eyes lit up instantly. “Dat,” Jack said, pointing. “I want dat.” Marcus followed his gaze, then looked back at him, calm but firm. “After your baby food,” he said. “That’s the rule.” Jack’s face fell. He slumped slightly in his seat, a small pout forming. “Nooo…” “I know,” Marcus said evenly, “but you still have to eat this first.” Jack huffed softly, clearly unhappy, but he didn’t argue further. Jill watched from the counter, her expression thoughtful as she saw his mood dip. Jack took a bite, then another—slow, a little grumpy about it, but still eating. He’s trying, she thought. She stepped closer, leaning lightly against the counter. “Hey,” she said gently. Jack looked up at her. “I have something to tell you.” He blinked, still mid-pout. Jill smiled. “I just got us tickets to see the new Mighty Pups movie this afternoon.” Jack froze. “…Mighty Pups?” he asked, his voice lifting. Jill nodded. “That’s right.” The change was instant. His whole face lit up, the pout disappearing like it had never been there. “Really?!” he said, sitting up straighter. Marcus chuckled. “Guess that helped.” Jack nodded quickly, suddenly much more interested in everything again. He opened his mouth for the next bite without being asked. Jill smiled to herself. There it is. “Gotta finish your food first,” Marcus reminded him, a hint of a smile in his voice. Jack didn’t complain this time. “Otay,” he said, already taking another bite. Excitement had taken over. And just like that, the morning felt even brighter. Jill wiped Jack’s hands and tray clean, then lingered beside his high chair, her expression soft but focused. “Hey,” she said gently, crouching so she was at his level. “We need to talk about the movies, okay?” Jack’s eyes lit up immediately. “Mighty Pups!” Jill smiled. “Yes—but there are some rules we have to follow while we’re there.” Jack nodded quickly, already bouncing a little in his seat. “Okay,” she continued, counting lightly on her fingers. “We stay in our seat, we use quiet voices, and we keep our hands to ourselves. No running around.” Jack listened intently, his excitement building with every word. “Sit… quiet… no run,” he repeated, trying to remember. “Exactly,” Jill said. “And if you need anything, you tell me. I’ll be right there the whole time.” Jack nodded again, more seriously this time. I can do that, he thought. I wanna be good. Marcus stepped in beside them, holding Jack’s bottle and guiding it gently to him. “Here you go, champ.” Jack accepted it without hesitation, still thinking about the movie as he drank. Mighty Pups on a big screen… the idea felt huge. Jill watched him, smiling softly. He’s going to love this. ⸻ As Jack drank, a different feeling slowly crept in—subtle at first, then harder to ignore. He shifted slightly in his seat. His excitement hadn’t gone away, but his body was reminding him of something else now. His grip on the bottle tightened just a little as he looked down briefly. Marcus noticed the change almost immediately. He didn’t say anything right away—just watched Jack’s expression, the small shift in posture. Then he gave Jill a quick glance. Jill caught it and nodded faintly. Marcus reached out, gently taking the bottle. “Alright, buddy. Let’s get you up for a second.” Jack didn’t argue. He already knew. Marcus lifted him from the chair and carried him over to the changing pad they had set up nearby. His movements were calm, routine—nothing that made it feel like a big deal. “You’re okay,” Marcus said quietly. “We’ll take care of it.” Jack relaxed a little, letting himself be helped. It’s alright… he thought. They got it… Marcus worked quickly and gently, making sure Jack was clean and comfortable again. When he finished, he helped him sit up and pulled him into a quick hug. “There we go,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Jack’s head. “All set.” Jack leaned into him for a second, holding onto that moment. Marcus pulled back just enough to look at him. “Be a good boy for Mommy today, alright? Big movie day.” Jack nodded. “Otay, Dada.” Marcus smiled, giving him one last pat before heading toward the door. “Love you.” “Love you,” Jack echoed softly. Jill walked him out, giving him a quick kiss goodbye before closing the door behind him. ⸻ Back in the living room, the house felt quieter—but not empty. Jill scooped Jack up and carried him over to the play area, setting him down among his toys. “Alright,” she said, clapping her hands lightly. “We’ve got some time before the movie. What do you want to play?” Jack looked around, then grabbed Trike, holding it up. “Dinos!” he said excitedly. Jill laughed. “Of course.” They sat together on the floor, building little scenes with his toys—dinosaurs stomping around, rescuing each other, making up small adventures as they went. Jack’s laughter came easier now, his earlier discomfort completely gone, replaced by anticipation. Every so often, he’d look up at Jill. “Movie soon?” he’d ask. Jill would smile. “Soon.” And each time, his excitement grew just a little more. Jill moved around the living room with quiet focus, double-checking everything before they left. The diaper bag sat open on the couch as she packed it carefully—extra diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, snacks, Jack’s bottle, and his favorite comfort items. Better to have too much than not enough, she thought, tucking everything neatly into place. She glanced at the stroller next, adjusting the straps and making sure it was ready. Since they were taking the bus, everything had to be just right—easy to carry, easy to reach. Across the room, Jack watched her from the floor, Flopsy tucked under his arm. “Movie day,” he whispered to the plush, his voice full of excitement. He held Flopsy up like it could understand. “Mighty Pups… big screen!” In his mind, it was already happening. Jack dropped down onto his hands and knees, crawling across the floor with determination. “I save the day!” he declared, mimicking the characters as best as he could. He made little sound effects, pushing himself forward like he was part of the team—brave, fast, important. Jill paused for a second, watching him. A soft smile spread across her face. He’s so in it, she thought. He really believes in that world. There was something pure about it—how easily he let himself feel joy, even after everything. “Careful, Mighty Pup,” she teased gently. Jack looked up at her, grinning. “I help!” “I know you do,” she said warmly. ⸻ Once everything was packed, Jill zipped up the diaper bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Alright,” she said. “Time to go.” Jack’s eyes widened. “Now?” “Now.” She helped him up and settled him into the stroller, making sure he was comfortable. She tucked Flopsy and Trike in beside him, adjusting them so they wouldn’t fall. Jack wiggled slightly, excitement bubbling over. We’re really going… Jill grabbed her keys and purse, giving the room one last quick glance before heading to the door. “Ready?” she asked. Jack nodded eagerly. “Ready!” Jill smiled, opening the door and stepping out into the fresh air. The day felt bright, full of possibility. And as they started down the sidewalk toward the bus stop, Jack held onto his plushies a little tighter, his heart racing with anticipation. This is gonna be the best day, he thought.
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