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Sally is very flexible. From middle class to riches in the snap of Theresa’s finger. And absolutely, the Pringles are the cherry on the cake. Sally will never fully enjoy flying if there are no Pringles involved. Si l'histoire semble s'accélérer, c'est parce que la période de croissance de Sally est terminée. Il faut une conclusion. Pour Sally et pour moi. Pour nous tous. Merci pour votre amour. -
There is a certain segment of the population...namely...US....who actually want MORE diapers in hospitals. Better diapers too....not that 'one and done' medical grade stuff. -
Chapter 10 Tarkik woke up to the sound of Moon’s alarm and immediately noticed that his diaper was wet, but we remembered wetting it the night before, and it felt the same amount wet as it had then. More importantly, he needed to pee, suggesting that his bedwetting the night he arrived was a consequence of his exhaustion after the long travel day, and not something that he would have to worry about once he went home—after how silly Atuat found his diaper wearing on their video call, he would not have been eager to explain to her that he would need to wear them in the bed they shared. All of that notwithstanding, he was wearing a diaper, so he released his urine into it while Moon swung his feet off the bed and eventually forced himself to stand up, stretch, and walk over to the crib. “Do you need a diaper change?” Moon asked as he lowered the rail on the crib. “After coffee,” Tarkik said, and Moon seemed satisfied by that, so he lifted Tarkik by the armpits and placed him on his feet on the floor, and they walked to the kitchen together. Moon started the coffeemaker running, and since Tarkik couldn’t easily reach the counter it wasn’t like he could help with anything anyways, so he carefully took his place in his high chair and waited for the coffee to be ready. When it was, Moon poured them each a cup of their respective size, put oat milk in his own, then brought the two cups to the table, placing the small one with black coffee in front of Tarkik. There was no pause for sadness or frustration this time—Tarkik didn’t expect Moon to have forgotten about Sun, or his sadness over losing him, but he seemed to be getting back into the rhythm of having a fox, and having somewhere to go and something specific to do in the morning, and while both of those situations would end a week Saturday, until then he didn’t feel useless or alone. About halfway through the cup, the coffee had its familiar effect, and Tarkik lifted his tail and leaned forward slightly and pushed a small mass of soft poop into his diaper, the volume less than it might have been because of the suppository the night before. He sat back, flattening the poop under him and pressing it into his fur. “Do you need a diaper change?” Moon asked again. “Once I’m finished my coffee,” Tarkik said. He was perhaps making the eventual diaper change more difficult by waiting, but not having to deal with it right away was the usual purpose of a diaper. Not that Tarkik was going out of his way to make the diaper change more difficult, either, but Moon had made it clear that he wouldn't be talked out of the arrangement, and resisting it had already caused Tarkik more trouble than he wanted. This was the way things were done here, and until he was on the train home, he would do them. Moon finished his coffee first, since it was cooled by the oat milk and therefore easier to drink, so he dumped out the grounds and filter from the coffee maker while Tarkik finished his own, then washed both their mugs and the carafe in the sink. He left the mugs upside-down on a tea towel next to the sink, then returned to the table. Tarkik stood up on the chair, but rather than trying to dismount by himself he put his arms out and waited for Moon to pick him up, supporting him with a paw on the seat of his diaper, pressing his mess against his anus and testicles. In spite of himself, Tarkik felt an erection growing. That was the one part of the arrangement that he wasn’t playing along with, although it had been made clear that consent was his to give or not, so explicitly withholding it was playing along in that sense. Moon swung by the diaper bag next to the door to collect the portable package of wet wipes the hotel had provided before taking Tarkik to the bedroom. He undid the tail tape on Tarkik’s diaper immediately before laying him on his back on the changing table, then opened the front tapes of the diaper, revealing the thoroughly soaked padding, the mess pressed into the fur of his bottom, and the erection. He looked at the third of those for a moment, and Tarkik briefly thought he would offer a bottom-cumming again, despite his seeming tacit assent to Tarkik’s request not to. Instead he took one of the dried-out wipes from the tub he had bought when Sun was still alive and slid it between Tarkik’s penis and abdomen. “Think about your wife,” he suggested, then took one of the wet wipes from the portable package and set to work cleaning the poop out of Tarkik’s fur. Tarkik tilted his head back, closed his eyes, grabbed his penis, and thought about when he and Atuat were trying to get pregnant, but the memory of the fur on the back of her neck wasn’t the part of her he loved. He skipped ahead, and thought instead of while she was pregnant, when they could have all the sex they wanted in any position they wanted, and were face to face. The little smiles, the nuzzling and love bites, the joy they both felt at the family they were about to start. And then he felt another stroke of a wet wipe across his testicles. He tried to pretend it was Atuat’s tail, but that wouldn’t have been moist. He thought ahead to after the girls were born, when they didn’t want to have another litter yet, so they were doing different things in the bedroom. He imagined her running her tongue up and down his penis, then lapping at his testicles, and then his perineum. That part wasn’t something she had actually done, and if she had she probably would have done it erotically, unlike Moon who was being businesslike. As he desperately pumped at his penis with his paw, he pretended it was Atuat changing his diaper, but it was no use—based on her comments the night before, that wasn’t something she was interested in, or him for that matter. By the time the wiping stopped, Tarkik was less erect than he had been when he started. He opened his eyes and looked sheepishly at Moon, who seemed to be waiting for him to finish while he could hardly even start. “Yeah, it’s not happening,” Moon said, releasing his penis, which had barely produced any precum. Moon used the dry wipe to mop up what little there was, then dropped it in the seat of the diaper on top of Tarkik’s poop and the wet wipes that had cleaned it up and lifted his bottom off it by the ankles so he could roll it up and replace it with a clean one. They stopped at the hotel again on the way to the office, and housekeeping had replaced the portable package of wet wipes, so Moon stashed the new one and a few of the diapers from the room’s changing table in his diaper bag. They met up with a few of the summit attendees at breakfast. The first item on their day’s agenda was to attend the standup meeting with the team they were embedding with, and Tarkik braced himself for the boredom of status updates, but the meeting actually only took five minutes—it was short enough that you wouldn’t mind standing up for it, like the name suggested. The trick was that everyone wasn’t saying what they’d done or not, both because things weren’t assigned to them until they needed something to do, and because you could see what had been done from the progress board. All they needed to say was if anything had changed, like if a work item was more complicated than originally planned, or had a dependency they hadn’t realized in advance. It was so short that none of the attendees even used their diapers during it—it was weird to have them all leave the room without any fox requesting a sex act from their wolf, but it gave Tarkik, Moon, and Petunia a chance to swing by a communal fridge for a can of flavored seltzer each. Once again, Tarkik heard the buzzing noise, he presumed from Petunia’s phone; at least whoever was texting her had waited until the standup meeting was done, though it wasn’t clear how they could know. Most of the day was filled with classroom sessions with Frank and Frank where they explained the way sprints were supposed to work, what the estimation cards were for, and so on. After lunch there was a gap before the next classroom session for them to catch up with their teams remotely, since other than Moon they were all managers. Out of curiosity, Tarkik looked up Moon in the company directory, and it seemed they had assigned him a cubicle. They went there together, and found they had given him a workstation with instructions on a sticky note for setting up his initial password. Once that was done, he did some independent study on the internal framework’s documentation while Tarkik coordinated with his team in Arctica. They were all pretty tired when the afternoon classroom session finished. “Are you headed straight to the Ferreot today?” Petunia asked them. “Yep, we’ll go over with you,” Tarkik said, and Moon nodded in agreement. “Did you end up eating at the hotel restaurant, or going off site? I assume you need veggie-veggie food, not Meatfruit, and I didn’t know if they had it there.” “They have both—that’s why I booked the Ferreot,” Petunia said. “Aput was a Snowshoe Hare, right?” Moon asked. “Of course, that would be why he booked there!” Tarkik exclaimed. Moon really was sharp. As they walked out of the building, Tarkik heard the buzzing coming from Petunia again, and again she didn’t touch her phone, and finally the curiosity got the better of him. “Petunia, do you get a lot of text messages?” he asked. “Because I keep hearing this buzzing, like a silent notification on your phone, but you never check it. You don’t have earbuds in, so you’re not getting them dictated to you.” “You can hear that?” Petunia asked, and Tarkik and Moon nodded. “The sound you’re hearing is my vibrator,” she said under her breath. Then, after a pause, she asked, “Would you mind having sex with me?” -
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Hey how's it going? It's been a mouth so i thought I would check. No rush😊
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