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That they are~ And yeah, they have more in common with each other than they think they do. Vassago is best third best birb (behind Octavia and Stolas, respectively). I love that macaw more than I have a right to~

One more marvelous chapter from our most talented writer.   Glad to see Paul making progress no matter how little it may be.   Baby steps, gotta crawl before ya can walk. I'm hoping seeing amber again will help boost his spirit and I bet another visit or two from savvy will definitely help things along.  I think those two are gonna have a spark ignite between them soon.    Be safe on your move frosty and I shall await your return with the next thriller in the saga of Paul n crew. 

Never watched the show and she doesn't really do it for me lookswise, but if a diaper were involved, I'd surely watch.  That doesn't look like a diaper.

Sounds good. Will give it a try😄Though I don't wear pull ups often.

I would like try and create next chapter. Chapter 15 Darlene smiled softly, her hand still resting gently on Kyle’s shoulder as she guided him toward the changing area once more. “Come on, sweetie. No need to hide it from me. We’ll get you all fresh and dry before you even know it.” Kyle’s cheeks burned hotter than ever as he shuffled alongside her, the heavy, swollen diaper sagging even lower between his legs now that it was soaked through. Each waddle made the wet padding squish loudly against his skin, the cool dampness spreading and making him feel even smaller, even more exposed. He kept his head down, praying none of the other kids would look up from their cots and notice the obvious wet bulge or the way his face was turning beet red. They reached the changing table, and Darlene lifted him up onto it with the same effortless strength as before. “Up we go, baby boy. Lie back just like last time. That’s it… good boy.” Kyle lay there, staring at the colorful mobile spinning lazily above him, trying to will away the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The crinkle of the fresh diaper Darlene pulled from the shelf only made his stomach flutter with that familiar mix of dread and secret thrill. Darlene hummed a little tune as she untaped the soggy one, the cool air hitting his wet skin and making him shiver. “Oh my, you really soaked this one, didn’t you?” she cooed, peeling the heavy diaper open. The smell of urine mixed with the faint leftover scent of his earlier accident made Kyle want to sink into the table and disappear. “Such a big wet boy for me. But that’s okay. That’s what diapers are for, remember?” “I… I didn’t mean to,” Kyle whispered, his voice cracking. “I was asleep… I swear…” Darlene just chuckled warmly and began wiping him clean with cool, lavender-scented wipes. She worked slowly and thoroughly, lifting his legs one at a time, cleaning every inch with gentle strokes. “Shhh, no excuses needed, honey. Big boys who still have accidents just need a little extra help, that’s all. And you’re my favorite big-little boy, aren’t you?” She powdered him generously, the soft cloud of baby powder tickling his nose and making him squirm. Then came the new diaper—thicker than the last one, with extra padding that crinkled loudly as she slid it under him. Darlene taped it snugly into place, giving the front a playful pat that made the whole thing rustle. “All done! Nice and dry for arts and crafts. Now let’s get you dressed and join the others, okay?” Kyle sat up slowly, the fresh diaper forcing his legs apart even more than before. He felt ridiculous, like a giant toddler stuffed into something meant for someone half his size, but Darlene’s warm smile made the embarrassment twist into something warmer in his chest. He took her hand again and let her lead him across the room to the low art tables where the other kids were already smearing paint and gluing construction paper. The moment they arrived, a few heads turned. One boy whispered loudly, “Look, the diaper boy’s back,” and a couple of giggles rippled through the group. Kyle froze, but Darlene gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Everyone get back to your projects,” she said cheerfully. “Kyle’s going to make something pretty with us today.” She settled him at a small table beside a pile of finger paints and paper. Kyle stared at the bright colors, feeling completely out of place. His thick diaper crinkled loudly every time he shifted on the tiny chair, and he could feel the other kids sneaking glances at the obvious bulge under his shirt. Darlene tied a plastic smock around his neck like he was one of the real toddlers. “Here you go, sweetie. Why don’t you paint a nice picture for me? Maybe a happy little sunshine or a choo-choo train?” Kyle dipped a finger into the blue paint, his hands trembling slightly. He tried to focus, but the crinkle of his diaper and the knowing stares made it impossible. Before long, he had more paint on his smock than on the paper. When he reached for the red, his elbow knocked over the entire cup of yellow paint. It splattered across the table and dripped onto his lap, soaking into the front of his brand-new diaper. “Oh no…” he whispered, horrified. Darlene was there in an instant, wiping up the mess with a cloth. “Accidents happen, baby. Looks like your diaper’s going to need another change soon anyway,” she teased gently, tapping the yellow-stained padding. “But first, let’s finish your picture together, okay?” Kyle’s face was on fire. The other kids were openly laughing now, pointing at the paint on his diaper. He wanted to cry, to run, to hide… but Darlene’s hand rubbed slow circles on his back, and that strange, comforting warmth spread through him again. He picked up another finger, dipped it in green, and slowly began to draw. Darlene leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “That’s my good boy. See? You’re doing such a wonderful job. My cute, messy, perfect little baby.” Kyle felt the tears finally spill over, but this time they were mixed with the tiniest, most embarrassing smile. Deep down, he knew he’d be back on that changing table before the day was over—and part of him, the part that craved Darlene’s gentle care, couldn’t wait.