2011

what would they say if you were like "well I had a soft poo and i wanted to test out the slide is that illegal officer?" lmao 

Chapter 2: Water Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 4 - Depression – LittleFallenPrincess     As I lay there, in my Mummy’s arms, with Persephone fast asleep, I knew I’d have to get up and change soon… The problem is, if I get up and change myself, I’ll be in big trouble. But if I wake her up to change me… I’ll also be in big trouble. That’s just how it is with her. It’s unfair and degrading and mean and… and… and… I couldn’t be happier. “Are you thinking about changing yourself?” a very groggy voice said, taking me by surprise. “Don’t dare think about it. And don’t dare leak. And don’t dare ask for a change.” “What… what am I supposed to do?” I asked, looking up at her face, which looked fast asleep still, as she clearly didn’t want to open her eyes yet. “Beg for it. Or… offer me something,” she smiled, without opening her eyes. “How about I get breakfast for us?” “You mean how about you go and ask the servants to make us breakfast? No, that’s not good enough, Princess. Try again.” “How about…” “How about… you let me try my new toy on you later, the one I got from the mortal realm?” she grinned. “New… toy?” “Yes baby. I got a new flogger that I’ve been dying to try out. But you’ve been too cute lately, all little and princessy. And I didn’t want to ruin any headspace you were in. But I want my little slut later, to have some fun with.” Headspace switch incoming in 3… 2… 1… “Yes Miss…” “Good boy. Now, go order breakfast for us. Then you can come back and help me release some stress…” I knew what that meant. It meant I had until breakfast was ready to make her orgasm. It was a normal thing that happened every couple of weeks whenever she’s feeling particularly dominant. Most mornings I just get Mummy or my wife. Sometimes we’ll have sex, sometimes we just snuggle. But then once in a while… she gets like this and I have to serve. I say ‘have’ to… what I really mean is ‘get’ to… I love my relationship. I love my realm. I love who I am. What I don’t love is having to hide it and pretend to be someone the complete opposite just so people don’t judge or take advantage of it. What I’d love is to dress how I want and never have to wear that damn armour again. But at least I get to go to the mortal realm on occasion as myself, because I can just blend in with the humans and no one bats an eyelid. Well… that’s not entirely true. Some bigots think I’m transgender or a ‘sissy’ so they yell out slurs or whatever… but Persephone makes sure they regret that. I’m not trans, I’m a guy. I’m happy with my identity. Though I 1000% support trans people. I may be the Greek god of the dead, Lord of the Underworld… but I’m not a dick. Even some of the souls here are trans, and I make sure their identity is respected, even if they’re thousands of years old at this point. But I’m not trans. I considered it. But I’m just not. I like feminine clothes. I like longer hair. Sometimes I like to glamour some boobs onto my chest. But I’m still a guy. My body is a lot more feminine now, as I’ve been slowly adapting it. And the best part? My wife loves me for this. It’s one of the many reasons she loves me. Not just having a husband who is feminine, who she can dress up as a baby girl and stuff, someone who is submissive enough to do anything she asks… but because I’m confident in my identity. I know who I am. And she reminds me all the time that that is sexier than any ‘Yes Miss’ I can whimper out. Only Persephone and a few friends who aren’t of the pantheon or this underworld know about my identity and my submissive ageplay role. And only my brothers and sisters know my real appearance. They are sworn to secrecy though, it was a deal we made, the one where I agreed to take the underworld whilst my brothers took the sky and sea. Neither of them wanted this job, so I said I’d take it if they allowed me to wear my armour and never mention my actual appearance again. “Stuck in your own head again baby?” “Just thinking about what toy I’m going to use…” Reminder: My ‘toy’ is locked up right now. So I have to be creative and use a toy I know will push her over the edge. “Your tongue is good enough, Hades…” I blushed and rolled slowly out of her arms, off the bed, landing with a bit of a thud. “I’ll go order breakfast then, Mistress.” “Good boy. Hurry back!” “...I love you,” I said, looking lovingly into her eyes and smiling warmly. “I love you too, baby,” she smiled back at me, before kissing her hand and blowing me a kiss. I’m such a lucky god.   After ordering breakfast and eating it together (the system is set up that I never have to see the kitchen staff without my armour, otherwise that’d be more unnecessary people knowing my true self… and we can’t have that), and after I had embarrassingly done as my wife asked and made sure she was fully satisfied (embarrassing because she kept teasing me throughout, especially about the fact that I still wasn’t allowed to be ‘satisfied’)... it was time to start the day. I had an important meeting with Charon that he had arranged last minute yesterday, and I also had one of my sisters coming to visit… Persephone’s mother. And it was definitely the latter that I was dreading most. But for now… my meeting with Charon was imminent and I was still in my onesie and my hair was up in pigtails. “I’ll take the pigtails out.” “And…?” I replied, raising my eyebrow at my wife. “...Your armour covers the rest.” “Wait… what? You mean… I have to wear my… my onesie… under my armour?” “Did I stutter, little one?” My eyes widened in fear. I knew she wasn’t joking at this point… her voice had gone all ‘Mummy domme’ again. “No Mummy. Can… Can I at least get a change?” She didn’t give me an answer. At least not a straightforward yes or no. She just laughed. Which was her answer.   As I climbed into my heavy armour body suit, slipping my little feet with the little frilly white socks on them into the hefty boots that could easily crush someone’s skull first, then my arms into the sleeves of the suit… I took a deep breath and pushed my body forward, activating the magic on it, causing the rest of it to close around me automatically, sealing me within. My suit is… hard to explain. Think of it like a shell. Or like a full head-to-toe bodysuit. Or as Persephone says… like I’m being put into a giant stuffie and sealed in (which opened up a whole bunch of new kinks for us). The armoured suit looks like the depictions you’d see in media of dark knights or gods, wearing huge obsidian armour with spikes, looking intimidating and edgy. And the gaps in between the armour were engulfed in an ominous black shadow to prevent anyone seeing any part of me. The whole thing covered every single part of my body, which is why I call it a shell. I’m within, piloting, like a mech suit or something (yes, we get anime here in the underworld, we do have the internet). To an average mortal, this thing probably weighs a ton, but to a god? It was like slipping on a nice footed sleeper after a hard day. Though I don’t know of anyone else who knows that feeling. Downside to it, at least right now… was the fact that this ‘dark lord’ suit was tight inside… meaning the slightly wet padding was being pressed against my caged… you know… and it was making it very difficult to concentrate on anything but that. …And of course Persephone knows this. Why’d you think she told me I had to be padded whilst in my suit? She takes any opportunity to tease me. I love that about her. “Ah ah ah…” Persephone said, making me worry like I had done something wrong, because that’s usually when she says it like that. “What?” I replied, with a deep, booming voice, one granted to me by my suit. If anyone knew my real voice, they’d tease me relentlessly, as it’s rather feminine. I love it, Persephone loves it… I just wish others would too. “Open up…” she said, walking over to me in her red silk nightrobe, one that hugged her curves perfectly and left nothing to the imagination, hands clasped together behind her back. Lifting the helmet up, causing a magical opening in the suit just where my face is, revealing my confused expression, I looked down at her and wondered what she wanted. Maybe a kiss? I’d love a kiss right now. Stopping in front of me, lifting herself up on the balls of her bare feet so she was the same level as me, she smiled and pressed her lips against mine. My eyes closed, and I quickly lost myself in the moment, this perfect, blissful moment. That was… until she quickly popped a dummy in my mouth and closed my helmet whilst she was pulling away. “This stays in. Your suit will modulate the muffles into intelligible speech. You’ll only be gone an hour or two at most, okay baby? Then when you get back we’ll dress you up nice for my Mother visiting. Don’t worry, I won’t keep you padded for that. You can pretend to be my big boy husband.” Thankfully, having the helmet back in place was perfect right now, it was hiding how red my face was after being called her ‘big boy husband’.   ---------------------------------------------   “So… Charon… what’s going on that you demanded I see you at once?” I asked, as I stood next to him, along the banks of the River Styx. The river was its usual dark, murky self, with the withered souls of the damned bobbing in and out of the water, some of them reaching out for help. It always pained me to see them like this, because despite appearances and depictions of me… I care about the souls I keep here. But there’s nothing I can do about them, they have their place and that’s the way the underworld is. I can’t change it any more than I can change fate itself. Charon was a hooded old man I had known since I took over the underworld eons ago. And I swear he had been here for a long time before that. He won’t actually tell me, he just laughs it off and continues on with whatever he was originally talking about whenever I try to ask him. Long grey beard, wrinkled old face, long brown robes with his hood up… and always carrying that damn paddle of his, even when he’s not on his boat. Even though we haven’t had a soul in… well… forever. I told him, once the influx of souls dried up, that he could take the role of my advisor, as he knows the underworld and everyone loves him… and I felt bad that he had nothing to do any more. He feels like a grandad. You know the kind, the one who loves all his kids equally and would do anything for them? I swear he treats me like one of his kids, even though I’m not. And even though I’m nearly double his height when I’m in this armour. “Lord Hades, I have noticed something.” I waited for a continuation, but clearly none was coming until I responded. “Go on…” “The waters are lower than they were a few days ago.” “Are they? I can’t tell.” “Well I can!” “How much lower is it?” “About a jugs-worth.” I stopped and looked directly at him. “Charon. Are you telling me that the River Styx… is missing a jug of water… the river that is enormous and who-knows-how-deep… and it’s missing only a small jugs-worth of it? Is this your big important emergency?” “Yes, my Lord!” “Maybe one of my subjects took some. Or a lost soul got out of the river. Or hell, have you asked my wife if she knows anything?” “But my Lor-” “Charon, if the whole river disappears… then you can summon me at once. But I don’t think a miniscule fraction of it disappearing is anything to worry about. I’m surprised you can even tell. It’s probably just a lost soul who had managed to get out, lowering the water level. I’ll get Cerberus to hunt them down.” Charon rolled his eyes. “Yes, my Lord. Sorry for bringing you out here,” he sighed, turning away rudely and walking off. I wanted to reprimand him… but I knew that he is one of the few people who can get away with anything around me. He knows me too well… although not so well that he knows my true identity. 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$76 month can be handled! I do wish you the nest....like I said..if they're doing root canals, you will need crowns in 4-6 years @ $10000+ each.. a partial may be a good alternative. I am THRILLED there is a way for you to lose the pain and regain comfort eating again! I KNOW that pain WAY too well.....same with spine issues! UGH!

I win!

That makes sense. I didn't even think of that. I actually tested it out at night. I don't wear diapers at parks in the day when kids are there, that would not feel right. I go at night when no one is there. The only problem is, some times when I'm at a park at night, Cops always ask what I'm doing, and you have to have a reason why you're there.  It's really annoying, I wish people would just leave people alone. If I pay taxes, then it's my park. The park hours thing is annoying especially if you're an adult.