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i get my diapers from my ins company and they are fully paid for. had a talk with my dr. about not making it cause of my diabetes and broken lower back and was having accidents cause i couldnt tell anymore when i had to go. so she wrote me a script for diapers not pullups cause i said diapers were easier to change when out and about. -
Just dropping info that my local dungeon The Loft https://loftnc.com/ is hosting monthly Littles afternoons. The next three are scheduled for 2/7, 3/7, and 4/4 with what I hope to be more to follow. The Littles Christmas party was fun and had a room full of participants. Unfortunately, I missed the January event but am looking forward to seeing whoever attends next month. -
By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 41: Bottle Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I really wished I had pocketed that cake before I awkwardly left, because my tummy was rumbling something fierce. But then it was around dinner time anyway so I really shouldn’t be ruining my appetite with cake in the first place. So maybe it’s a good thing that Cassie and Sam were arguing about me and they broke up and I may have been a large reason for all of it…. Who am I kidding? I’m sitting in my car, in the car park just outside work, the rain pouring down heavily, thundering against the windows of my small little blue hatchback… in tears… wondering if I ruin everything just by existing. Because I know Sam said she didn’t have feelings for me during that rant, that’s not the issue… but even just being her friend is apparently enough to cause her girlfriend to get insanely jealous. But that’s all we are! Friends! I’ve moved on. She’s moved on. No more feelings between us. Just really good, nerdy friends. We don’t even talk that much these days, not since most of my time is spent with Lydia… even Becks and I have been talking more than Sam and I have. So I don’t even see what the problem is. Cassie though… telling Sam to cut me out of her life like that… How can someone do that? How can someone be that much of a bitch? I know we aren’t as close these days, and there used to be a thing between us… but we’re just friends now. And I can’t imagine my life without her. I’m glad Sam stood up for herself, though I still felt like if I had lingered about any longer at the shop, either Cassie would’ve attacked me as soon as she came out of that back room… or I’d just find a way to make it all worse. Like I always do. So I left. Without my cake. I held the keys in my hand, engine off, still sat there in shock, not knowing whether to go home or just sit here a bit longer to process everything. That was until I received a call. It was Becks. “Hey Becks,” I said down the phone, trying my best to sound normal and not upset at all… “You okay hun? I was going to chase after you but it was pouring down with rain and then I realised I had no idea which way you went, so I thought I’d call,” she asked, sounding concerned. Fuck. “Been… better…” I replied, lying through my teeth. “I bet. Look. That wasn’t your fault. I hope you know that?” “I… if I wasn’t friends with Sam…” “Then Cassie would’ve ended up treating Sam like trash and left her an even bigger mess. Trust me. I know from experience. That girl is trouble. And not the fun kind.” “But-” “But nothing,” Becks interrupted me. “Stop blaming yourself for everything. You did nothing wrong. And hey, you’re important to Sam. Important enough for her to stand up to Cassie for the first time ever. You’re special.” “I’m not.” “Sweetie, what have I told you about putting yourself down?” I sighed, before repeating verbatim what she had told me on multiple occasions. “I am not a problem. I didn’t fuck everything up. It’s not my fault. I am a…” I couldn’t do it. “Go on…” she growled down the phone, much like Lydia does with me, pressing all my little subby buttons. “...I am a good girl.” “And?” “And I only bring… pleasure… to everyone…” I’m so glad I was in the privacy of my own car right now, as even without anyone around my cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Becks sounded so pleased with herself right now. “Fine. It wasn't my fault. But… is Sam okay?” “She will be. Though she’s started drinking already. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her. I need to get some food down her soon, so I’ll nip to the place down the road for her usual comfort food.” “Chinese?” I hated that I still remembered that. “Yeah.” “I… could pick something up for you, if you want?” I suggested. “It’s okay hun, I’m a big girl, I can manage it myself. Thank you though!” Then my tummy rumbled. And Chinese food sounded really tempting right now. “No, I’m already out,” I insisted. “Plus it started pouring down with rain as soon as I ran out, so it saves two of us from getting soaked. And I’m starving anyway and need food… so why don’t I get some food for all of us and bring it over? I know what I like and what Sam likes… What about you?” “Okay then, fine, you can pick it up. But don’t get me anything, sweetpea. I’ll be fine. I’m having dinner with Lucy later.” “You sure?” “I’m sure, thank you though Chloe. You’re a sweet girl.” “I’ll be like… twenty minutes?” “Okay hun. See you soon.” I made my way through the lifeless shop, takeaway food in hand, heading towards the stairs at the back. Good thing Becks left the front door unlocked for me when she was shutting up for the day. “Helloooo?” I called up the stairs. “Up here, hun!” Becks called back from the apartment. That’s when I heard a very drunk Sam call out. “WHO DAT?” This made me giggle, but also made me worry a little. I hope she hasn’t gone too hard on the booze. We definitely need to get some food down her to soak it up and sober her up a little. Good thing I got her usual, mine, and then a few little extra things. “It’s me!” I called back to her. “HI ME!” I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “Sam, it’s Chloe. She’s brought you dinner,” Becks explained as I started walking up the stairs. “CHLOE? WHAT? WHY?” “Because we both care about you. And we’re both proud of you.” I reached the top of the stairs and Sam was looking at me from the sofa, makeup running down her cheeks where her tears had fallen. Becks was sat next to her, also looking at me. “Buh… I thought you’d hate me…” “I don’t hate you. You stuck up for yourself. For our friendship. I’m proud of you!” I replied, only half lying. Not that I hate her! I don’t! That wasn’t the half-lie! Promise! I just… okay, maybe I wasn’t lying, but I also wasn’t telling her all my feelings right now, which are heavily conflicted. But I’m putting my own awkward, self-hating feelings on the backburner for now, and focusing on making sure Sam is okay. “Got you fried rice!” I replied, holding up the huge carrier bag of food in my hand. Sam clapped her hands just like a little would… just like… just like I… “So anyway…” I said, diverting my thoughts away from things I’d rather not think about right now. “Becks, can you grab the plates? And is there any alcohol left?” Becks nodded and got up off the sofa, walking over to the kitchen to get us what we needed to eat. “I would’ve saved you some if I’d known you were coming back!” Sam said, holding up the empty bottle like a drunk toddler.” And that’s when I couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” Sam asked, her brows furrowing. “You’re such a brat when you’re drunk.” “HEy! I resend that! Resend. Reset. Resent! I resent that!” “I’m sure you do, cutie,” I replied, wondering where all this was coming from. Was I secretly some switch that I didn’t know about? Becks wandered back over with a couple of plates in hand and half a bottle of wine. “This is all that’s left of the wine in the apartment, unless she’s got secret wine stashed somewhere. And here are the plates,” she said, before bending down close to my ear and whispering into it. “And don’t go thinking you’re a big girl just because she’s a little loopy right now.” Okay… that instantly put me back in my place. “I… umm… don’t know what you mean,” I whispered back. “You push this too far and it won’t be me who puts you in your place…” I looked at her, then at Sam. Then I giggled. “You mean… that drunk toddler there?” I nodded towards Sam, who was currently staring off into space, with the biggest grin on her face. “That ‘drunk toddler’ can sober up in seconds when needed, and she’ll have you over her lap, phone in hand, texting your girlfriend, asking her if she has permission to spank you for getting too big for your britches…” Becks growled into my ear. “She wouldn’t! She can’t! She can barely form a full sentence…” “I’ve known that woman for nearly half my life. Trust me when I say don’t think you can predict anything she does when she’s drunk.” “I… I’ll take your word for it…” And then she said the two words that instantly reminded me of my actual nature… “Good girl…” she whispered in my ear, before walking over and placing the plates on the coffee table, along with the half a bottle of wine that was left. “Now… Can you do me a huge favour?” “Umm… sure?” “Look after Sam tonight. I was planning on staying a bit longer, but the smell of that chinese food is making my stomach rumble, so I’m going to go and get ready for my date tonight. Sam doesn’t really need a babysitter, but I’d personally feel better if I knew she was being looked after. Just make sure she gets in bed. I’ll even cover a taxi home if it gets too late.” “I can do that. My evening was free anyway,” I replied. “Not seeing Lyds?” Becks asked, her eyebrow raising. “Tomorrow night.” “Then I appreciate it, sweetie. Thank you. Make sure she behaves. And make sure you behave…” It was getting late. We had devoured all the food I had brought us, and finished off all the alcohol that was left in the apartment. Or more accurately… she did. I know Becks said she can sober up in seconds, but is there a limit on that? Because the way she’s wailing and sobbing doesn’t give me the greatest confidence in her ability to sober up on command. But here we were, in a bit of a food coma, lying on opposite corners of her sofa, legs curled up by our sides, watching the movie. “Remember when we watched this together?” she said, crying still. It had been hours of her yelling at people in relationships on the shows we were watching. So I switched it to the first movie of the rings trilogy because I know she likes Fellowship, and it’s not got any romance for her to yell insults at. Because before it was all ‘you deserve to be alone’ and ‘don’t trust anyone’ and a bunch of other things trying to persuade the characters that can’t hear her, and don’t exist, that they should never be in a relationship. “Yeah. It was a good night,” I replied. “Chloe… Be careful with Lyds.” Okay… that was sudden. “Why? What has she done wrong?” I asked. “Oh nothing, Lyds is great. She’s freaking gorgeous. And hot. And tall. I totally would by the way.” Okay… looks like because we no longer have fictional relationships to direct her scorn at… she’s turning her attention to the real life ones she knows… great. Maybe I should have let her stick with the shows. “T… thanks? I guess? I mean she is pretty amazing. But why should I be careful with her?” “All relationships are doomed. Ours was. Cassie and I too. Becks will inevitably break up with her partners. You and Lydia. Daniel and Steph. You’ll all break up. Everyone breaks up. Love is a lie.” Okay. Looks like doomerism is on the menu tonight in Sam’s late night drunken monologue. “That’s not true,” I replied, trying to argue against this drunk, depressed toddler. “Then why can’t I find a partner? Why can’t I find someone who sticks around… and doesn’t abuse my trust and love?” Okay… low blow. I assume the first bit was relevant to me, the second one is definitely in reference to Cassie. “You just haven’t found the right person.” I hated myself for using the shittiest line every person in a relationship uses for their single friends. “Ha. As if that’ll ever happen!” she said, sitting up. I sat up to make sure I could grab her if she tried standing up at this point, because if she did… she’s probably going face first into the coffee table. That’s when she looked me in the eyes, the tear stains on her cheek still not dry. “You and I were the closest I’ve got to actual love. You were amazing. This cute, funny, amazing, cute, funny, cute, amazing, cute…” “Your tape is stuck on repeat…” I giggled. “...Cute… amazing girl!” “Thanks?” “And then I fucked it up. Like I fuck everything up. Because I bottle everything up.” “Yeah but look what you’ve managed since you realised you couldn’t handle everything by yourself! You have a shop with your best friend that is doing really well! You seem happier than ever!” “Facade. All of it. I’m a m… ma… master at it. Mistress. Is it master still or is it Mistress cause girl?” Her drunken ramblings were adorable… but worrying. “It’s master. And why, what's up?” “Everyone is happy. Everyone has someone. But even when I had Cass… I felt alone. She was using me just as much as I was using her.” “And you ended that. Because you want, and deserve, more.” “But what I want isn’t available.” “What do you want?” Her body was swaying a bit, side to side, as if she was trying her best to maintain her balance. Then she lunged forward. And kissed me. ====================================================== Glad you all enjoyed her exit from the story🤭 And so the ball starts rolling... Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! 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By babywittleone · Posted
fankies for this wakeing up and seeing the last 2 parts was a tweat to wake up too eveything else can wait its story time till we got to end of the chaptor and noticed...sorta a clif hanger sorta closer needs his own paci to calm himself from pauls heart being torn apart by ambers friends words...and the way he had to go potty in the store made me squrm from needing to go aswell! rest take time to heal your own mental mind and if they podcast is happing who ever is on it cant wait to lison to it will be waiting with bated breath -
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