Cloth Diapers & Panties

Yes, sometimes you have to expand your dreams. I've always dreamed of having a photo studio, but not a boring one for families or passport photos, but one that would be a safe place for cosplayers. Then I was brainstorming with a friend and we thought about opening two, one for cosplayers and one for more specialized content (BDSM and kink). Of course, nothing ever came of it, but my best friend and I still have the plans for it and have sworn that if we ever win the lottery, we'll do it. The funny thing is that today we would have many more options in terms of organization. He is a carpenter and can build just about anything, his wife is a photographer and would have the necessary contacts, and as a tax officer, I could take care of all the administrative stuff. Of course, it remains a pipe dream because none of us will ever win the lottery, but it's always fun when the three of us get together and fantasize about it. The ending is sad. But your closing words were strange. Are you perhaps trying to say that Chloe is really gone and Sam might find something new? I'm curious to see how it continues. Oh, I just noticed while scrolling down that I apparently missed Wednesday... oops. Well, then I'm curious to see how Chapter 25 continues now. Chloe, what you did to Craig wasn't nice. There are procedures for situations like that. Depression (and yes, Chloe is going through a phase right now, at least) is really awful. I'm surprised to hear myself say this, but I agree with Guilend. I also have a really bad feeling about Natasha. In any case, I'm curious to see how things will develop.

Hehehe I can hear Adam yelling "EASY?!" 😂 Thank you both!! 💕 I'm glad the tiger's going over well 🥰

Please note: this is an offshoot of “The Third Pillar”. This character is from Chapters 3 & 4 (leaves in 5), and this is a follow-up to his story. You do not necessarily need to read it to understand this one, but it’s recommended for the full effect.   Sok Jeong had struggled through most of his childhood. Between his lack of height and difficulties focusing in school, he was an underwhelming student at best. In middle school, he had turned to bullying to have any sense of control in his life, but even that didn’t last long, as he was absorbed into an Amazon group of bullies and immediately rendered the runt. When he neared graduation from high school and had no real prospects in life, he turned to the Japok for employment. Japok was an underworld mafia that took in the outliers of society and gave them purpose. Their trade was dealing in the illegal, illicit, and otherwise questionable services. Given the technology of the city, there was a prominent theory that Japok had worked with the government to permit their activities to an agreeable degree, but no one with authority on the matter had ever corroborated this. In any case, Jeong was brought in at the age of 17 as a scout, of sorts. He would canvas areas, seek out individuals, and generally do the bidding of his superiors as needed. He was positively thrilled at this work when he was younger, but by 25, he had now realized he was just an errand boy and had made no progress in his career. All around him, others were buying flashy suits, top-of-the-line cars, going on luxurious vacations, and gaining more power and prestige. Mostly Amazons, of course. It was like school all over again. So when a foreign Little was asking around in his normal haunts for a way to Ma Joomi, where he had made many deliveries in the early part of his career, he had a spark of inspiration. Goryeoan society exalted kibun, and there was no greater display of it than taking in an Adopted. Any Goryeoan with an Adopted had respect and status instantly. This opportunity not only dropped in his lap, but it did so at the perfect time. He was having lunch with his branch’s boss and a few of his lieutenants the next day. They were restructuring a portion of business operations, and it would be Jeong’s job to communicate these changes; he was only there to listen. But with a good excuse, he could silently show off his ill-gotten status to his superiors. The lunch went better than he could have hoped for. With his toddler-dressed Little actor, he apologized profusely, bowing deeply to the men and explained that he was struggling to get a sitter for his newly Adopted. He had requested to allow him to play quietly in the corner, promising his ‘son’ was a good, quiet boy; he even had offered to put headphones on him so he wouldn’t hear anything, despite not understanding Goryeoan anyway. But Hyun Chul was happy for the Little to be there, even had him sit on his lap for the entire meal. In a flash, his life had improved, as he had seen with others who had Adopted. He had received a job outside of his normal routine, received a bigger kickback from said job, and heard that Yoon was arriving for a meeting at the headquarters. Yoon was considered the mother of Japok, also known as the Emonim. Her authority was second only to the big boss, and she was the tattoo artist whose work identified the senior members of the organization. A tattoo by Yoon solidified one’s status and authority across all branches. Her presence meant something big was happening. Upon arrival at the warehouse, the place was buzzing with activity. Some of it was from the workers doing their routine, but there was a heightened presence of those in suits with tattoos peeking out from under their sleeves. “Do you know what’s going on?” Nuen quietly asked Jeong as they neared the coffee station, immediately cleaning it up and brewing more for the Amazon bigwigs. He was another Tweener who had languished in the low ranks, and they had taken to commiserating at bars every few weeks over their status. “No,” Jeong both felt he was lying and not; he didn’t know, but he had his hopes that he was getting promoted. The restructure meeting updates had already been disseminated, so he didn’t think a summons made sense for that. Plus, business updates like that were better off sent through the grapevine than in a larger gathering of this kind. “Maybe there are some promotions?” “Maybe,” Nuen sighed as he wiped up the counter, clearly not anticipating that he would be included. “Dude, dude, look,” Jeong excitedly elbowed his colleague as he jutted his chin upwards to the walkway that led to Hyun’s office. Walking across, her heels clanging against the metal and echoing in the warehouse, was Yoon. She had long black hair that was braided at the top of her head like a faux mohawk. She wore a bright red leather jacket with a tech collar on the lining that shifted in colors according to the music she was listening to, and skin-tight black shirt and pants underneath. Her boots ran up to her knee, which were a gunmetal grey that had chains dangling from them. At her neck and wrists were hints of full-body tattoos, which was the rumor, though few could confirm it. As she approached Hyun’s office, her eyes turned down and the two Tweeners immediately looked at the floor; she grinned and entered Hyun’s office. “Hey,” a deep voice cut in, and the two jumped, spinning around to see the towering form of Zhang. He was a scarred Yamatoan who had defected to Goryeo; he had joined Japok only a year after Jeong, but had skyrocketed in the organization hierarchy. He had never been particularly kind or respectful to Tweeners. He sneered at them and stiffly gestured at the coffee machines. “Get back to work.” “Yes, sir,” the two said in unison as they bowed and immediately finished cleaning the station. They looked over their shoulders as they watched Zhang shake his head and walk away, heading for the stairs to Hyun’s office. They monitored and refueled the coffee station for about an hour as they bowed to superiors silently. Jeong tried listening to the chatter, but most seemed as out of the loop as he and Nuen were, which was moderately satisfying. But the warehouse fell silent as Hyun emerged from his office, and all eyes looked up to him. He was an imposing man, not as tall in stature as his presence would make you think, but he was physically large to compensate. He had a gut from overindulgence, but it sat over muscle that was more evidence in his arms, shoulders, and neck. Stepping out to his right emerged Yoon, and then Zhang to his right. “Gwa-so,” Hyun rumbled the equivalent of ‘okay’ as he took a heavy step forward, and he gestured down to a door on the first floor. “Now.” He didn’t even have to speak in full sentences to command the room. The warehouse workers knew it didn’t apply to them and immediately returned to their duties, while all the suited individuals made professional haste to the warehouse break room, which was large enough to host the gathered crowd. Quickly and quietly, all the suits shoved into the room and waited in silence. Meanwhile, the three leading this meeting took their time. Hyun arrived to the doorway first, but he stepped to the side and held his hand out for Yoon to walk in first; she accepted with a slight incline of her head. It felt like the air was sucked from the room as she confidently strode over to an empty desk, jumped up to sit on it, and crossed her legs. Hyun entered shortly thereafter, then finally Zhang, who closed the door. Hyun walked slowly and purposefully to the middle of the room while Zhang followed for only a few paces, then leaned against the back wall and crossed his arms over his chest, calling out, “Sok. Jeong.” Jeong blinked, frozen in the back of the room. There was something in his tone that made his blood run cold. A few heads near him turned to look at him, and people began to part ways for him. He swallowed as he briefly looked up, giving nods of appreciation as he took a few steps forward. He was able to pass a single, nervous look to Nuen before he emerged at the front of the crowd. Hyun pointedly looked at the ground in front of him, silently commanding him to separate from the crowd, and Jeong obeyed, giving a deep bow that he stayed in. “Sok has been with us for eight years,” Hyun announced to the crowd, giving no indication that Jeong could stand up. “And he thinks he deserves a promotion.” There were some nervous chuckles amongst some genuine ones; Jeong felt his throat tighten as he stared at the floor, his heart beginning to pound. “So much so that he tried to manufacture it.” For several seconds, Jeong forgot to breathe. Panic gripped his body, and he felt his hands turn cold and clammy within seconds. The room didn’t laugh this time. Two heavy footsteps brought Hyun’s immaculate shoes into view, and the heavy presence of the boss leaned in as he hissed lowly but loud enough for everyone to hear, “Didn’t you?” “Y-yes, sir,” Jeong admitted after a beat, feeling his knees begin to shake. He was toast, and he knew it. Lying now would only serve to dishonor him and Hyun even more than he already had. He heard a growl in response, and the shadow diminished as the boss stood up again, then made the jerking motion with his hand to stand from the bow. Jeong hesitated; he would have preferred not to look at anyone’s face, but he didn’t dare disobey a command. Standing up, he kept his head bowed and his eyes staring at the floor. Hyun nodded to Yoon, who lifted her hand and tapped her tech bracelet, then motioned to the projector in the ceiling; it flickered to life and projected an image of Hyun at a round table with the toddler-dressed foreigner in his lap. “This is a foreigner with a still-valid visa,” Yoon explained coolly as she leaned back on the desk, gently bouncing her crossed leg. She made another motion and a smattering of pictures of the blonde foreigner, dressed as a normal adult, from around the city with varying timestamps leading up to the lunch. The room broke out into mutterings, and Jeong heard the other lieutenants from that lunch hiss curses at him. “Do you have any idea what risk you put me in?!” Hyun raged, both the hot air and spit from his outburst smacking into Jeong’s face. Letting his shaking knees collapse, Jeong knelt on the ground, leaned forward, and placed his arms forward in the deepest bow possible. He burst into apologies, causing Hyun to bellow indistinctly in anger, and Jeong fell silent; he pressed his forehead into the floor and began silently begging for death. A shot to the head, a heart attack, a burst aneurysm… anything to end this. He couldn’t bear it. His entire body was weak with fright, and he felt so cold that he began to shiver. “Zhang,” Hyun hissed in irritation as he gestured to the Yamatoan, who pushed his foot off the wall and nodded. As the large Amazon moved towards Jeong, Hyun announced, “Jeong betrayed us. He lied to me, he disrespected us, and he abused kibun to try to manipulate me.” “Sounds pretty immature to me,” Zhang growled in delight, his voice suddenly very close. Letting in a sudden gasp as Jeong realized what that meant, he lifted his head in horror as adrenaline burst throughout his body. “N-no, please!” he turned to beg Hyun, but the massive Yamatoan immediately grabbed him by the throat, the impact causing him to lose his breath and voice. Yoon slipped off the desk and patted the surface of the desk; Zhang nodded as he stood up and dragged the Tweener over to the vacated desk surface. “But he is family,” Hyun continued coldly, suddenly much calmer as he slipped his hands into his pockets, raising his head as he looked down at Jeong. “And it is our duty to take care of him.” Jeong opened his mouth to plead, but the grip on his throat rendered him mute. Against his better judgment, he thrashed against Zhang, who quickly moved his hands into his armpits and lifted him onto the desk. He wasn’t thinking – he was in pure panic mode. He kicked, flailed, and grabbed at Zhang’s arm, horrified that he was about to be stripped down in front of all of his coworkers. As he regained his voice, he cried out again, “I’m sorry – PLEASE!” “My, my,” Yoon cooed sarcastically as she rounded to the back of the desk, her eyes darting over to Hyun. “Quite immature, isn’t he?” Jeong let out a gasp as her words struck him like a bucket of cold water, and his eyes filled with tears nearly instantly. Amongst the many rules to navigate in Goryeoan society, one’s reaction to the Adoption process was expected to be one of grace and acceptance. It was an honor to be Adopted. To do anything less not only disrespected the family who was practicing kibun, but the more they fought and rejected it, the more they exemplified their level of immaturity. Jeong knew this – he knew this, but everything had happened so suddenly… and now it was too late. He had fought, thrashed, and denied in front of everyone, and the malicious look on Zhang’s face confirmed it… If he had accepted this with grace and humility, he might have been given the status of a toddler with limited but some freedom. But he had just ruined that chance. “Zhang has graciously offered to officially take in Jeong as his Daddy,” Hyun continued to explain as the Yamatoan ripped off the Tweener’s pants, taking no care for the buttons or material, and followed up immediately with his boxers. Jeong broke out into a mournful sob as he felt his bottom half be completely exposed and brought his hands to cover his face, trying to muffle the noise he was making. From behind the desk, Yoon began pulling out all of the previously hidden materials, starting with a large diaper decorated with a baby elephant, powder, and a pacifier. Zhang pinned him down effortlessly on his chest, despite it not being necessary anymore. Yoon caressed Jeong’s wrist and pulled his hand away from Jeong’s face, giving him a mocking pouty expression as she pushed the pacifier into his mouth; he bit down on it and nodded in gratitude despite himself. She then set to work removing his watch and rings, then gave the nod to Zhang, who pulled Jeong up so she could remove his suit jacket. He closed his eyes to try as his hands were forced away from his face, tears streaming down. His hands began to shake as he reached up to his collar, wanting to show he would help them, but Zhang smacked his hands away – it was too late for that. Jeong was laid back down, and the button-down shirt was ripped open, causing buttons to fly every which way. He was going to be rendered fully nude before anything else was put on him. Jeong’s entire body shivered from the cold, fear, and humiliation, causing goosebumps to break out all over. “But he is all of our responsibility now,” Hyun continued as he glared around the room. This was as much a command as a warning. The room burst out in agreement and compliance, bowing their heads in acceptance. Yoon handed the diaper to Zhang, who chuckled as he stretched it out. “Look, it’s your favorite,” he snickered to Jeong, who took it as an order and opened his eyes, instantly regretting it; his pupils dilated as he saw the same diaper brand he had purchased for his “Adopted”. Zhang appeared satisified by this reaction and grabbed Jeong by his ankles while Yoon layered on the powder carelessly; Jeong let out a sob but kept his lips pressed tightly on the pacifier, doing his best to comply with expectations moving forward. He closed his eyes once more as his lower half was lowered onto the soft cushion of the open diaper, and grimaced as he felt Zhang pull it up between his legs and tape it around his waist within seconds. “That’s good for now,” Zhang chuckled as he patted the elephant image on the crotch of the diaper, and Jeong’s eyes opened in horror; he was going to be left in just a diaper! He looked to Yoon, who shrugged in response, then dropped the onesie she had in her hands back into the box. “P-pleashe… I’m cold,” Jeong begged behind the pacifier as he curled his legs up and arms in, gulping as he added, “D-daddy.” “Oh, all right,” Zhang feigned to relent and reached out, grabbing Jeong and lifting him into his arms, implying his body heat would be enough. “Better?” Unwilling to press his luck, he nodded and wrapped his arms around the massive Yamatoan in a hug, then planted his face down in the crook of his new Daddy’s neck. “Zhang will need our help,” Hyun reiterated to the room, making his position very clear. “I expect every single one of you to watch and care for Jeong as if he were your own. Any questions?” The room fell silent. “Good,” Hyun nodded and turned to Yoon, who inclined her head in approval. “Dismissed,” he added curtly, opened the door, and walked out. There was another long silence in the room as Jeong’s entire body shivered, and he closed his eyes as hard as possible, clenching his hands with fistfuls of Zhang’s suit jacket. Again, he silently begged for death. He didn’t think he could survive this… and then it got worse. Jeong gasped for air as he heard the first congratulations to his new Daddy, and then to him. In Goryeoan culture, it was traditional for family and friends to congratulate both the new parents and the new child. And he couldn’t sleep through it or ignore it without disrespecting the well-wishers and the parents. He had to face them and thank them. “Say thank you, baby,” his Daddy ordered, and Jeong weakly nodded, lifting his head and tearfully looking to the first of a long line of well-wishers. “Fhank you,” he whispered behind the pacifier as he bowed his head. This continued, and on, and on, until the last person stepped up … Nuen. The Tweener stepped forward as he kept his gaze glued to Zhang, his face drained of color, and his eyes filled with fear. Zhang seemed to recognize this as he let out a snort. Nuen swallowed and bowed deeply. “Congratulations, Mr. Zhang,” he monotoned, his voice quivering. “Thank you, Nuen,” the deep voice replied flatly. There was a pause as the Tweener remained bowed. “C-Congratulations … Zhang Jeong,” he squeaked out as he lifted his torso only slightly, not enough to make eye contact, and dipped back down again in hopes that it sufficed as a full bow. Jeong tensed up slightly as he, too, hoped to avoid looking at Nuen by keeping his eyes straight ahead, but neither were that lucky. “Now, now. He may be a baby, but you must still be polite, Nuen,” Zhang instructed firmly, a twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying his enjoyment of this. “Y-yes, sir,” the Tweener quivered as he straightened his back up and made eye contact. Jeong felt his heart leap into his throat, trying to clench his jaw, but the thickness of the pacifier teat didn’t let his back teeth fully touch. “Congratulations, Zhang Jeong,” Nuen blurted out as quickly as possible and then bowed deeply again. “Fhank you,” Jeong whispered in reply, and Zhang gave a sadistic chuckle as he patted his diaper, causing both Tweeners to cringe. “Well done,” the Yamatoan complimented condescendingly, waving his hand and allowing Nuen to flee, which he promptly did without another word or glance. Jeong didn’t blame him. “Congratulations, Zhang,” Yoon complimented, stepping in front of him as the final well-wisher. “Thank you, Emonim,” the Yamatoan replied sincerely, bowing so deeply that Jeong had to hug him to stay in place. Once back to his full height, she reached her hand out and grabbed the Tweener’s chin, staring him dead in the eye; he squirmed uncomfortably, but didn’t dare look away. “Congratulations, little one,” she purred, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, but as he tried to thank her in return, she pressed her thumb forcefully against his pacifier. “You can thank me later. We have a ceremony to get to.”

Hopefully Sarah leaves after bathing Charlie so Greg can get a nap in.    Im kind of waiting for Kelly to show up while Greg is taking a nap in his baby clothes and Charlie is in adult mode watching tv and reading the paper or something and there’s a glitch with Veronica and it doesn’t alert anyone and Kelly lets herself in and sees Charlie and then sneaks past Charlie to find Greg to explain what’s going on and find him in his wet diaper and baby clothes 😂.    I think Kelly will be the first Amazon to discover Greg’s baby side and I think she’ll be okay with it. Though I’m not sure if she’ll find out by accident or circumstances forced them inform her about it. Maybe she’s baby sitting and Greg discovers the house is about to be searched or something and has to call Kelly and tell her the truth and hope she’ll hurry up and hide his secret stuff so they’re not discovered. Or something like that. 

Mary looked at the child and kindly replied: "No, little one. Once the test has started, you cannot leave the classroom until the time is up. You should have gone to the bathroom before beginning," she explained calmly before sitting back down. "But you should be able to hold it for an hour,"