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I finally got FALLOUT London to play, it's a mod for Fallout 4. Usually I'm goofing off with fallout, or just zoning out playing minecraft. My game playing has pretty much gone just to PC anymore. Got tired of paying to other online memberships. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 5: The host greeted Ben with a polite smile as he stepped through the restaurant’s heavy wooden doors. “Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?” “Uh… I believe it’s under Harrison.” The host glanced down at the reservation book before smiling warmly. “Yes, Mr. Harrison is already here. Right this way.” Ben followed him through the softly lit dining room. The aroma of fresh garlic, herbs, and baked bread filled the air. Candlelight flickered across crisp white tablecloths while quiet piano music drifted through the restaurant. Then he saw them. Kevin stood as soon as Ben approached the table. “Ben?” Ben smiled nervously. “Kevin?” The two shook hands. “It’s good to finally meet you.” “You too.” Kevin turned toward the woman beside him. “And this is my wife, Emily.” Emily stood and offered a warm smile. “So you’re Ben.” “I am.” She extended her hand. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” Ben shook it gently. “You too. Thank you both for inviting me.” “Our pleasure,” Kevin replied. “Please,” Emily added, “have a seat.” Ben sat across from them, carefully setting his folded napkin on his lap. For the first few minutes, conversation stayed comfortably light. Kevin asked how traffic had been. Emily complimented Ben on his blazer. Ben admitted he’d spent longer deciding what to wear than he’d like to admit. That earned a laugh from both of them. “I changed outfits three times,” Emily confessed. Ben looked surprised. “Really?” Kevin nodded. “She absolutely did.” Emily playfully nudged her husband. “I wanted to make a good first impression.” Ben smiled. “I guess that makes three of us.” The ice had broken. As appetizers arrived, the conversation deepened naturally. There were no interviews. No list of prepared questions. Instead, they simply talked. Ben shared stories about working construction one summer and accidentally painting an entire fence the wrong shade of blue. Kevin laughed so hard he nearly spilled his water. Emily wiped away tears of laughter. “Oh no…” “Oh yes,” Ben admitted, grinning. “The homeowner was… not thrilled.” Kevin chuckled. “What happened?” “I repainted the whole thing.” “By yourself?” “Took two extra days.” Kevin nodded approvingly. “I respect that.” Later, Emily asked gently, “Tell us about your mom.” Ben grew quiet for a moment. A small smile appeared. “She was the strongest person I’ve ever known.” He spoke about homemade birthday cakes. Movie nights on an old couch. How she somehow made even difficult days feel okay. Emily listened without interrupting. When Ben spoke about losing her, the table fell silent. “I’m sorry,” Emily said softly. Ben nodded. “I still miss her every day.” “I don’t think that ever really goes away.” “No. It doesn’t.” For just a second, Ben noticed sadness in Emily’s eyes. Not pity. Recognition. As though she understood what it meant to carry grief. The entrées arrived. Fresh pasta. Chicken parmesan. Homemade lasagna. Conversation turned lighter again. Favorite movies. Travel. Sports. Books. Ben admitted he’d never left the eastern half of the country. Kevin looked genuinely surprised. “Really?” Ben laughed. “Travel isn’t exactly cheap.” Kevin smiled. “We may have to change that.” Ben blinked. “What do you mean?” Kevin simply smiled. “One adventure at a time.” By dessert, nearly three hours had passed. None of them had noticed. Emily found herself smiling almost constantly. Ben wasn’t trying to impress them. He wasn’t pretending to be someone else. He thanked the waitstaff every time they stopped by. He listened more than he spoke. Whenever Emily talked about gardening, he seemed genuinely interested. When Kevin described restoring old cars, Ben asked thoughtful questions. Everything felt…Easy. Natural. Comfortable. When coffee arrived, Kevin finally leaned back in his chair. “Ben…” Ben looked up. “I think tonight went very well.” “I do too.” Emily nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.” Ben smiled. “So have I.” Kevin exchanged a glance with Emily before continuing. “We’ve been thinking.” Ben’s stomach tightened. “If you’re still interested…” Kevin paused. “…we’d like to invite you to spend next weekend with us.” Ben tilted his head. “The whole weekend?” Emily nodded. “A trial run. No commitments. No contracts,” Kevin added. “No expectations beyond getting to know one another.” Emily smiled warmly. “You’d stay in one of the guest rooms. We’d eat meals together. Talk. Watch movies. Just… see what life together might actually feel like.” Ben looked down at the table. His mind raced. A weekend. Inside their home. With people he’d only just met. It sounded exciting. It also sounded overwhelming. He hesitated. Kevin noticed immediately. “If you’re uncomfortable, it’s completely okay to say no.” Emily nodded. “We don’t want you to feel pressured.” Ben looked between them. “No…” He smiled nervously. “It’s not that.” “What is it?” Kevin asked. “I’ve never…” He laughed awkwardly. “I’ve never really been invited to spend a weekend with a family before.” Emily’s heart ached. The statement was so simple. Yet it carried years of loneliness. She reached across the table, stopping short of taking his hand, wanting to respect his space. “Then maybe,” she said gently, “it’s time someone invited you.” Ben looked at her. For a brief moment, emotion threatened to get the better of him. He swallowed. Then smiled. “I’d like that.” Emily’s face lit up. “Really?” Ben nodded. “I’d really like that.” Kevin smiled broadly. “Wonderful.” “We’ll send you the details during the week.” Ben laughed. “I’ll probably count down the days.” Emily grinned. “So will I.” Outside, the night air was cool as they stepped onto the sidewalk. They exchanged goodbyes beneath the restaurant’s glowing entrance. Kevin offered a firm handshake. Emily gave Ben a warm smile. “We’ll see you next weekend.” “You will.” Ben watched as their car disappeared into the evening traffic before turning toward the subway station. The walk felt lighter than the one he’d taken only a few hours earlier. He replayed moments from the evening in his mind. Kevin’s easy laugh. Emily’s kindness. The way neither of them had looked down on him or made him feel out of place. When he reached his apartment later that night, the familiar silence greeted him as it always had. But this time it felt different. It no longer seemed permanent. He hung up his blazer with unusual care and sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall with a tired but genuine smile. Next weekend wasn’t a promise of a new life. It wasn’t a guarantee that everything would work out. It was simply a chance. For the first time in years, that was enough to fill him with hope. Across the city, Kevin and Emily were feeling much the same. As they prepared for bed, Emily turned to her husband with a smile that hadn’t left her face all evening. “I know it’s only one dinner,” she said softly, “but tonight felt… special.” Kevin nodded. “It did.” Neither of them could know what the weekend would bring, but for the first time since posting their unusual advertisement, all three of them found themselves looking toward the same date on the calendar with quiet anticipation. Chapter 6: The week before Ben’s visit settled into a comfortable rhythm. For Kevin, it was business as usual. His calendar remained packed with meetings, conference calls, investor briefings, and charity board appointments. Although his days were busy, his thoughts drifted back to dinner more often than he expected. He found himself mentioning Ben during lunch with colleagues. “The young man has a good head on his shoulders.” Or while driving home. “I think he’ll fit in just fine.” Emily noticed. “You’ve talked about him every day this week.” Kevin smiled. “Have I?” “You have.” “I suppose that’s a good sign.” Emily’s week looked very different. The morning after dinner, she walked through the penthouse with fresh eyes. Not as a homeowner. As someone preparing for a guest she genuinely hoped would become family. She stopped outside one of the spare bedrooms. “No,” she whispered to herself. “This one.” She opened the door to the bedroom overlooking the city’s park. Sunlight poured through the tall windows. “It gets the morning sun,” she smiled. “He’ll like waking up here.” The room was already luxurious by most standards. A king-sized bed. Hardwood furniture. A private bathroom finished in marble. A balcony overlooking the skyline. Still…It didn’t feel personal. Emily spent the next several days changing that. She had fresh flowers placed on the dresser. She replaced the generic artwork with peaceful landscape paintings. She stocked the bathroom with new towels, toiletries, and a thick bathrobe. Knowing Ben enjoyed reading, she placed a small stack of novels on the bedside table—mysteries, historical fiction, and a classic or two. She even added a handwritten card. “Ben, We’re so happy you’ll be spending the weekend with us. We hope you’ll feel comfortable here. If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask. —Kevin & Emily” She read it once before smiling. “It’s perfect.” As the days passed, Emily caught herself doing something she hadn’t expected. She began imagining ordinary moments. Not extravagant ones. Simple ones. Making pancakes together on Saturday morning. Asking Ben if he’d slept well. Watching movies after dinner. Playing board games in the living room. Walking through the city park. She smiled every time she pictured them. One afternoon, she wandered into an upscale department store. She wasn’t looking for expensive gifts. Instead, she found herself buying things she’d always imagined purchasing for a son. A soft navy sweatshirt. Comfortable pajamas. A warm pair of slippers. She paused. “He probably already owns all of these.” Then she smiled to herself. “Maybe. But I’d still like him to have something waiting for him.” That evening, Kevin returned home to find several shopping bags sitting in the living room. He looked at Emily knowingly. “Should I ask?” Emily looked slightly guilty. “…Maybe?” Kevin picked up one of the bags and pulled out the folded sweatshirt. “You’ve been shopping.” “I might have.” “You said you weren’t going to overdo it.” “I know.” Kevin laughed. “You absolutely overdid it.” Emily crossed her arms. “I wanted him to feel welcome.” “He already will.” “I know.” She looked toward the guest room. “I just…” Her voice softened. “I keep thinking about what he told us.” Kevin nodded. “So do I.” “He lost his mom when he was fifteen.” “I know.” “He never really had anyone after that.” Kevin sat beside her. Emily stared down at the sweatshirt folded neatly in her lap. “I can’t stop thinking about how many ordinary moments he missed.” Kevin remained quiet. “I know he’s twenty-two.” She looked toward her husband. “I know he’s an adult.” Kevin smiled gently. “I also know what you’re about to say.” “I don’t think I can help it.” She laughed softly. “My instincts just…” She placed a hand over her heart. “…they’re screaming at me.” Kevin reached over and took her hand. “You want to take care of him.” “I do. I want him to know what it’s like when someone asks if he’s eaten.” She smiled. “I want to make him breakfast. I want to remind him to take a jacket if it’s cold. I want to tell him goodnight. I want to hear about his day.” She looked down, almost embarrassed. “I know that probably sounds silly.” Kevin shook his head. “It doesn’t.” She took a deep breath. “I know we can’t replace his mother.” “No.” “But…maybe we can give him some of the moments he never got to have.” Kevin smiled warmly. “I think that’s exactly what we’re trying to do.” The closer the weekend came, the more excited Emily became. She planned meals herself despite having a chef. She insisted Saturday breakfast would be homemade pancakes. “No chef?” Kevin teased. “No chef.” “What if mine are better?” Emily laughed. “They’re not.” “You’ve never had mine.” “I’ve been married to you for eleven years.” Kevin couldn’t argue with that. She also planned a movie night, a walk through the botanical gardens, and a quiet evening on the rooftop terrace if the weather cooperated. Nothing extravagant. Nothing meant to impress. Just the sort of weekend she imagined families shared. Late Friday evening, Kevin found Emily standing in the guest bedroom one final time. She was straightening the pillows. Again. “They’re already straight.” “I know.” “You’ve fixed them three times.” “I know.” Kevin smiled. “Nervous?” Emily nodded. “Very.” She glanced around the room. “Do you think he’ll feel comfortable here?” “I think he will.” “Do you think he’ll like the pancakes?” Kevin laughed. “I’m fairly certain.” “What if he thinks I’m being too…” She searched for the word. “…motherly?” Kevin smiled knowingly. “I think he’ll understand.” Emily looked at the family photo frames decorating the hallway outside. There weren’t many. Mostly pictures of her and Kevin on vacations or attending charity events. She imagined, just for a fleeting moment, what it might feel like if one day a photograph of the three of them sat among them. Not because of an agreement. Not because of money. But because they had chosen one another. She smiled to herself. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. -
I grew up playing keyboard and trumpet. Dropped the trumpet in junior high and picked up guitar in high school. Currently i still play guitar, bass guitar, and kayboards. I dabbled with an electric drum kit, wish it still worked and I still had it *sighs*
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hmmmmm well, I have a few wrestling autographs I've collected, lots of DVDs and CDs, and I like collecting horror trinkets.
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By Babyregressme · Posted
Chapter 11 Vicky opened the door and both of them set off on their outing. Ellie was facing the world and had her hand in her mouth. Inside Ellie’s mind was a battle. Her mind was slowly losing memories, words and knowledge. She was trying her best to remember things but every time she tried to hold onto one thing, something disappeared. By now her brain was 58% completely regressed and it was increasing quickly. Vicky pushed the pram through the streets towards the park. As they passed people in the street, Ellie blushed and continued to suck on her hand. Vicky meanwhile was smiling at the people feeling like a new mum again. On their way as they entered the park, Vicky heard her name. Turning around, she saw it was her best friend Grace pushing a pram. She pulled up along and saw Ellie in the pram. “What’s going on with Ellie?” Grace asked concerned. Vicky just smiled and replied “Well it started a week ago.” Vicky discussed it with Grace as they both walked pushing the prams. While Vicky and Grace were talking, Ellie was just taking everything in. She could see joggers, people with kids, people out for a stroll and benches. The two mums stopped at a bench, sat down and continued chatting while Ellie was looking at her mum and Grace. Ellie could hear the two mums talking but some words were too big to understand. As she tried to understand them, she could feel her tummy rumble. Ellie thought she was going to go potty again but it was a different feeling, she was feeling hungry. Suddenly she noticed that the other baby was on Grace’s chest and being nursed and Ellie was entranced by the scene. Vicky could see Ellie’s face looking at Grace’s breast and that her lips were smacking. Ellie was so distracted that she hardly noticed that Vicky lifted her out of the pram and started undoing her top and exposing her full breasts. Ellie felt something brush against her lips and latched on realising it’s her mummy’s breast and feeling the milk fill her mouth, gulped down her throat and warmed her tummy. Ellie was lost in the zone while feeding and Vicky was telling Grace all about the spa and the slow mental regression. When the feeding slowed, Vicky released Ellie from her breast, covered herself up and burped Ellie. Vicky put Ellie down onto the grass and continued to chat with Grace. Ellie shook her head and realised she was on the grass. She looked around and the grass was brighter and more attractive than she realised. She looked up at her mum and Grace but they were talking but the words sounded weird for some reason but Ellie wasn’t too fussed about that. She decided to try and walk and get away from her mum. Ellie put her hands on the grass and started the struggle of standing up. It was an interesting experience for Ellie. As soon as Ellie stood up, she could feel her legs quiver and shake like jelly but she managed to stay upright with her arms out horizontal. Ellie lifted her leg but felt wobbly but managed to take a step. Ellie concentrated as she started walking, taking each step slowly and carefully. She was toddling like her legs were on their last legs (pardon the pun), before Ellie was lifted into the air and she was carried back to Vicky who was coming towards her. Vicky put Ellie onto her hip and Ellie started screaming and crying as she recognised the person who picked her up. “She’s such a cutie.” Leslie said, rubbing Ellie’s hair. Leslie was Ellie’s 25 year old best friend in college. “She is. If you want to see more of her, I’m looking for a babysitter if you're interested once I go back to work.” Vicky said while rubbing Ellie’s back trying to calm her down. This conversation just made Ellie cry more. “Oh yes please. I’d love to. I need the experience”. Ellie didn’t hear the end of the conversation as she passed out from crying and being worn out. Suddenly a huge loud fart emanated from Ellie’s bottom and her diaper swelled up with a huge mess. “Looks like you’ve got a messy baby, Miss Williams.” Leslie said giggling. “Do you want to change her now so you're ready for your babysitting duty?” Vicky said getting the baby bag from the travel system. “Oh, I would love to, if you don’t mind.” Leslie was excited as Vicky laid the changing mat and Ellie onto it still asleep. Leslie started undoing the onesie and removing the stinky diaper. Ellie was dreaming of toys and unicorns. Inside her brain, her reading had reached a preschool level and her speech was at a 2 year old level but her talking level was at a 1 year old level. Ellie woke up from her dream to find that Leslie was leaning over her with her mum behind Leslie and she realised that Leslie was changing her diaper and from the smell she was messy. She started crying again but Vicky placed a pacifier into her mouth and she calmed down with comfort as she started sucking. The diaper change wasn’t so embarrassing and was over quickly. Vicky picked up changed Ellie and put her into the travel system. “Thanks for doing that, Leslie. You’ll be a natural at this. I can’t wait to see you in 2 days.” Leslie waved goodbye to Vicky and rubbed Ellie’s hair and walked away. “Let’s go to the daycare hun so we can get you enrolled ready for tomorrow.”
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