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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 59: They moved slowly down Main Street, the music soft and familiar, the buildings glowing in the morning light. The crowd parted just enough— And then Jack saw it. ⸻ He stopped. Completely still. “…there,” he whispered. ⸻ Rising at the end of the street was the castle—tall, shimmering, even more magical than he remembered. Cinderella Castle. ⸻ Jack’s eyes widened, reflecting the soft blues and silvers. “…so big,” he said, barely louder than a breath. ⸻ Jill stepped up on one side of him, Marcus on the other. Neither rushed him. Neither spoke right away. They just let him take it in. ⸻ Marcus gently reached for his hand. “You made it back.” Jack nodded slowly, still staring. “…again,” he said. ⸻ Jill rested her hand on his back, her voice soft. “Just like you wanted.” Jack leaned slightly into her, but his eyes never left the castle. “…it’s pretty,” he added. ⸻ A nearby Cast Member noticed the moment and stepped closer with a warm smile. “Would you like a picture?” they asked. Jill looked at Marcus, then back at Jack. “I think we would.” ⸻ They positioned themselves carefully— Jack in the middle. Mommy on one side. Daddy on the other. The castle standing tall behind them. ⸻ Jack held both their hands tightly. “…don’t move,” he said softly, serious for a second. Marcus chuckled. “We won’t.” ⸻ “Alright,” the Cast Member said, lifting the camera. “Big smiles!” ⸻ Jack looked forward, then up briefly at Jill and Marcus— then back at the camera. A smile spread across his face. Pure. Happy. Full. ⸻ Click. ⸻ “One more!” the Cast Member called. This time Jack squeezed their hands a little tighter, leaning into both of them. “…best day,” he said right before— Click. ⸻ The moment was captured. Frozen. Perfect. ⸻ As the Cast Member handed the phone back, Jack turned again to look at Cinderella Castle. “…thank you,” he said quietly—to them, to the moment, to everything. ⸻ Jill bent down, kissing his cheek. “Always.” Marcus ruffled his hair gently. “Let’s go make a few more memories.” ⸻ Jack nodded, still smiling. “…castle first,” he said. ⸻ And together—hand in hand—they walked forward, toward the heart of Magic Kingdom one last time, with wonder still shining in Jack’s eyes. Chapter 60: The Cast Member handed Jill’s phone back, still smiling at the little family gathered in front of Cinderella Castle. “Those came out beautiful,” they said—then glanced down at Jack’s lanyard. “Oh! You’ve been trading pins, haven’t you?” Jack looked down proudly. “Yes.” ⸻ The Cast Member crouched slightly. “Would you like one more? A special one for today?” Jack blinked, surprised. “…for me?” Jill smiled. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” ⸻ The Cast Member revealed a small set of pins. Jack studied them carefully—really carefully—like he always did. Then— he pointed. “…that one.” ⸻ A castle pin. Shiny. Detailed. Just like the one standing behind them. ⸻ Marcus grinned. “Perfect choice.” The Cast Member clipped it onto Jack’s lanyard. “Now you’ll always remember today,” they said. ⸻ Jack looked down, gently touching it. “…castle,” he whispered. Then he looked up. “…thank you.” ⸻ A little while later, Jill led Jack to a nearby family restroom for a quick change before continuing the day. Everything started normally—routine, calm—but as they stepped back out, the moment shifted. ⸻ A couple of teenagers nearby glanced over. Then whispered. Then laughed. ⸻ Jack froze. His hand tightened around Flopsy. “…Mommy…” he said quietly. ⸻ Marcus saw it instantly. He stepped forward, calm but firm. “Hey,” he said to them. “That’s enough.” ⸻ The tone in his voice wasn’t loud—but it didn’t need to be. Clear. Direct. ⸻ “They didn’t do anything wrong,” Marcus continued. “So let’s move along.” ⸻ The teenagers muttered something under their breath, then walked off. ⸻ Jill immediately knelt in front of Jack. “Hey,” she said gently. “You’re okay.” Jack looked down. “…they laugh.” ⸻ Marcus crouched beside him. “Sometimes people don’t understand things,” he said. “But that doesn’t make them right.” ⸻ Jill brushed his cheek softly. “There is nothing wrong with you. Not one thing.” ⸻ Jack looked between them. “…really?” Marcus nodded. “Really.” Jill smiled. “You’re our good boy. Always.” ⸻ Jack took a breath. Then leaned into them both. “…okay.” ⸻ Marcus stood, offering his hand. “Let’s go do something fun.” Jill nodded. “Yeah. Let’s pick out something special.” ⸻ They made their way into a nearby gift shop along Main Street. The bright colors and cheerful displays helped shift the mood. Jack wandered slowly at first— then stopped. ⸻ “…this,” he said. ⸻ A small toy—simple, but clearly something he liked. Jill smiled. “Good choice.” Marcus nodded. “Let’s get it.” ⸻ At the counter, Jack held onto it tightly. “…mine,” he said. Jill laughed softly. “Yours.” ⸻ Back outside, they stopped at a nearby vendor and picked up a snack—something easy, something comforting. Jack took a bite. Paused. “…good,” he said. ⸻ Marcus smiled. “That’s better.” ⸻ They found a shaded spot and sat together for a bit. Jack leaned against Jill, toy in one hand, snack in the other, lanyard resting on his chest. He tapped the pins again. “Mickey… Mickey… Tigger… Dino… Paw… castle…” ⸻ He smiled. “…castle pin.” Jill kissed the top of his head. “Your favorite?” Jack nodded. “Favorite.” ⸻ Marcus ruffled his hair gently. “Good way to end the parks.” ⸻ The rest of the afternoon moved at a softer pace. A couple of familiar rides. More walking. More little moments. ⸻ Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. Just being together. ⸻ As they wandered through Magic Kingdom one last time, Jack held both of their hands again. “…best day,” he said quietly. ⸻ Jill smiled. Marcus nodded. ⸻ And despite the small bump in the day—what stayed with them was everything else: the laughter, the rides, the castle, the pin, and the simple, steady truth—they were together, and that was more than enough. They made their way toward the exit of Magic Kingdom, the late afternoon light stretching long across the pavement. The pace was slower now. Calmer. The kind of quiet that comes after a full, happy day. ⸻ Jack rode in the stroller, his new toy resting in his lap, fingers occasionally brushing over his lanyard. As they reached the gates, he turned—looking back one last time. ⸻ In the distance, Cinderella Castle stood tall, just as magical as when they arrived. Jack stared for a moment. “…I had fun,” he said softly. ⸻ Jill glanced down at him. “I’m glad.” Jack kept looking. “…best birthday ever.” ⸻ Marcus smiled, a quiet pride in his expression. “That’s what we were hoping for.” Jill reached down, squeezing Jack’s hand gently. “We’re so happy you had a good time.” ⸻ Jack gave one last look before settling back into the stroller. “…bye castle,” he whispered. ⸻ They boarded the tram together, finding a seat where Jack could sit comfortably in Jill’s lap this time. The ride began, smooth and steady as it carried them away from the park. ⸻ Jill adjusted him gently. “Want your bottle?” Jack nodded, already leaning into her. “…yes.” ⸻ She prepared it quickly and handed it to him. Jack took it right away, settling in close, one small hand wrapping around the bottle—the other reaching out. ⸻ He found Jill’s finger. Held it. ⸻ Jill smiled softly, letting him hold on as he drank. Marcus watched from beside them, his expression relaxed. “That’s a good way to end the day,” he said. ⸻ Jack drank slowly, calmly, the motion of the tram adding to the quiet rhythm. No rush. No distractions. Just comfort. ⸻ When he finished, Jill gently took the bottle and lifted him slightly to burp him. A soft little burp followed. “There we go,” she said. ⸻ She offered his pacifier. Jack accepted it without hesitation, settling back against her. “…mmm,” he murmured, already relaxing again. ⸻ Marcus reached down, doing a quick check. “Still good,” he said quietly to Jill. “Just a little damp.” Jill nodded. “Yeah, we’ll take care of it when we get back.” ⸻ Jack didn’t seem bothered. He was calm. Content. Pacifier in place. Still holding onto Jill’s hand. ⸻ The tram rolled on toward Disney’s Art of Animation Resort, the sky beginning to soften into evening once again. ⸻ Jack looked up briefly, eyes heavy but happy. “…pool next?” he asked. Marcus smiled. “Pool next.” Jill nodded. “Then a nice, relaxing evening.” ⸻ Jack gave a small nod, satisfied. “…okay.” ⸻ And as the tram carried them back—away from the park, but not from the memories—the three of them sat close together, quiet, content, and still wrapped in the warmth of a day they’d remember for a long time. -
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Read somewhere that cannabinoids are mildly diuretic--certainly nothing like alcohol or caffeine, but a diuretic nonetheless. It def relaxes muscles which makes things flow more freely! -
By Miss Mummy · Posted
I know this is an old thread, but I found it interesting. Most especially, the apparent overlap between "not caring" and "charging money for it". I totally understand what the OP says with regards to some professionals perhaps not caring, but as others mention, this is the same as with any job. There are excellent professionals who care for you, and there might be others who do not so much. But talking of vulnerable people, that is another type of thing, as one thing is a "vulnerable person" as in unable to take care of themselves and susceptible to abuse, and another is if the OP considers that there is a "vulnerability" in having a fetish. Being ABDL is not considered a "vulnerability" or mental health disease in the MD5, as much as other fetishes are not too. Being ABDL and wearing diapers, onesies and doing a number of things on one's own or with a friend or partner is not something one can't do, unless there are other impediments, but as is not a "need" to support your life, it won't be prescribed by the national health services, then being cared for in person by a specialist will have a cost. I would not necessarily correlate charging a certain amount of money with "not caring", as if charging "very little money" means they really care. Someone's reasons for charging £50 for two hours of ABDL care can vary, and I don't think it is directly related to how much or how little they care. A specialist lawyer will charge a lot more (could one say they take advantage of your vulnerability because you need the lawyer?), a barrister, many psychotherapists charge more than a professional ABDL carer, executive coaches, some performance artists, some electricians working out of the normal hours, some personal stylists and image consultants... amongst others, and they are not providing emotional intimacy that a good ABDL provides, no relational preparation or the interpersonal skills and capacity to sustain other people's vulnerability that a agood ABDL carer can provide. Not to mention the fact that the work is not entirely safe, that there are personal safety and emotional safety aspects involved, and that it can involve emotional exposure, vulnerability, unpredictability and the possibility of feeling unsafe, which should not be overlooked. If anything, I could see some exploitative dynamic in expecting ABDL care as an add-on to a transactional arrangement that was not designed for it. The price tag, in this context, can reflect no exploitation, but the rarely acknowledged cost of the work itself, most particularly given that the person who receives it is not in survival need for it, but merely choosing to invest in something that matters to them. -
It really is a wonderful time to be into diapers. The high quality stuff that is out there blows me away. I am grateful that we have a myriad of awesome diaper choices these days. I'm sure I would've called someone crazy if they told me that we'd have diapers that you could pump 5 or more big pees into and get away with it. Just awesome.
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