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Aiko and Konyo stood up, put away their shovels and headed towards the hall. Azumi was waiting there, “Let’s check your diapees and wash your hands, children.” -
By Little Sherri · Posted
When I spoke about having had a boring week in diapers, I angered the Gods, apparently. I stayed over at Dave & Anne's place last night, after a night out at a local watering hole with some friends. I wore my plastic pants, and it's good that I did, because they saw a little fire, although I'm not sure if that was because of a legitimate positional "leak", or because a fold of terry made its way underneath a leg gather at ground zero. The Mega Inspire+ I was in was no where near at capacity, the proof of which is that I am still in it, although it will be retiring shortly, when I get ready to go out again. But what was my test from the Gods, you're asking? Well, I woke up at 9 this morning to the sound of my name being called at a high volume and urgency. It was Anne's voice. This could not be good, and I wanted to respond quickly, but I was in my giant plastic pants, over a substantial diaper. I dropped the plastic pants as fast as I could, and then I just pulled my light "emergency" shorts on, rather than pulling out and getting into jeans and my sweater and all that. I arrived in their kitchen in my shorts and t-shirt, to see water pooling out from under the fridge. Why, we had no idea, but it was not going to do good things to their wood flooring, in short order. Sopping up the water was a stop-gap measure, as we had to move the fridge and see what was going on. I had an idea - the poly feed line for the ice maker. We rolled the fridge forward, and sure enough, the line had developed a pinhole leak where it had been crimped, likely by the wheels under the fridge, when it was pushed in, the last time. "Where's the shutoff for this? Under the sink? Basement?" "I don't recall..." Thus, Dave ran for the basement, either to find a valve specific to the fridge, or to turn the water off to the whole house, while I went and checked under the sink... which involved crouching and leaning in under the counter, of course. I quickly found a shutoff, but it hadn't been moved in years, so I needed Anne to hand me a cloth, so I could get a better grip on the tiny valve. I cranked it shut - it did not break, thank God. Anne yelled down to Dave that we had found it, and he came running back up. The hiss from the leak abated to nothing, and we set about throwing towels down to sop up the water behind the fridge, before rolling it back, and then sopping up the water that was in front of it. There will be another mission, maybe tomorrow, to replace the poly line, or at least to splice it behind where the leak is, but for the moment, the fridge is back in place, and the floor is dry. And I was working crouched down, and on my hands and knees, with a distinctive band of white plastic sticking out behind me, I am sure, for a good stretch. I tried to move my shirt down and pull my shorts up here and there, but that was just calling attention to it, and anyway, time was of the essence. So, does this make me less nervous about going to hang out with my buddy next week, with him knowing I'm in diapers, for the first time? I don't know, but maybe it should... The Universe has a sense of humour, is all I'm going to say. That, and plumbing is my nemesis, when it comes to diaper security. -
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I only have one line of criticism here. There’s zero security really keeping them at the facility, except for probably locks and stuff, but zero protection to the one Middle which could be overpowered by the shear number of Littles plus they just let them walk around outside the facility and just hope they don’t try and escape, run or find a way to blow stuff up? They’re being kidnapped from their dimension and now they’ve just lost their will to fight or resist and obey the curfew? While some things I can accept when it comes to the diaper dimension, but mostly because everything can pretty much be explained logically. Now I am very confused about how they’re in two dimensions at the same time but only remember one. If you split someone in half then they’re no longer who they are. As it takes an entire person to be who they are. It doesn’t take much to alter who someone is. The trauma they’d go through by splitting someone on this level would most likely cause them to completely shut down, more than likely it would kill them. It would be no different then trying to saw someone in half physically. But let’s say that Amazons could pull it off, they would still act differently, have holes in their memory since the other them needs them. Unless it’s actually a copy, but then who is the copy? I am fully away I am thinking things too deeply and stuff. I was able to let the science stuff be, because I’m sure someone could logically explain it from their beliefs, but in this chapter they’re allowed to just leave the facility? This confuses me to no end. They’re kidnapped, they’re first distraught and even thinking of escaping and now they’re allowed to leave and not a single mention of escaping or anything, just let’s get drunk so it’s harder to think straight and not be about to escape if the opportunity arrives.
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