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    • Pink does not necessarily mean a "girly" diaper. Many men wear pink shirts and real men wear pink diapers, and real confident men where messy pink diapers!!
    • http://subscribestar.adult/personalias   Just added a new part of my babyfur magical school high society diapered melodrama, "Illusional" to my subscribestar. This part came out really nicely in the end. I like how this story prominently features someone who (by ABDL story karma standards) SHOULD be shrunken down and diapered but still has a great deal of autonomy.(I'm definitely a big fan of diapers being the beginning, not the end) And including the multiple perspectives and points of view in the narrative, from Dhalia, with peeks at Zinny, and now Jane, kind of shows just how much Dhalia "deserves" the stereotypical fate she's barely avoiding by way of misdirection and magical illusions. http://subscribestar.adult/personalias  Holy smokes! This month's reader submission poll is PACKED. Twenty-three pitches for my subscribers to vote on this week, and I'll turn the winning pitch (with guidance from the winner) into a free 10k short story for them! But only my subscribers can vote!
    • Chapter 8: Ryder’s alarm exploded to life at 6:00 a.m.   The shrill sound shattered the silence of his apartment.   For a moment, he stared at the ceiling, disoriented.   Then it hit him.   Today.   Today was the day.   His eyes snapped fully open.   A nervous excitement immediately settled in his chest.   The cruise.   Avalon.   The Amazons.   After weeks of anticipation and days of counting down the hours, it was finally happening.   Ryder sat up in bed and ran a hand through his messy hair.   A smile slowly appeared.   “I’m actually going.”   The words sounded strange spoken aloud.   For so long, the trip had felt distant and unreal. Something that existed only in brochures, websites, and daydreams.   Now it was here.   No more waiting.   No more imagining.   Today he would board a ship bound for Avalon.   The realization sent a fresh wave of butterflies through his stomach.   He climbed out of bed and began getting ready.   Everything felt slightly different this morning.   The apartment he’d called home suddenly seemed smaller.   The familiar routines seemed more important.   The old coffee maker humming in the kitchen.   The creaky floorboards.   The faded paint on the walls.   Even the rattling air conditioner felt strangely comforting.   For the first time, he realized he would actually miss the place.   At least a little.   After showering and getting dressed, Ryder settled into the kitchen with a simple breakfast.   Another bowl of cereal.   Nothing fancy.   He wasn’t sure he could eat much more anyway.   Excitement had a way of stealing his appetite.   As he ate, he found himself staring out the small apartment window.   Somewhere beyond the horizon was Avalon.   The thought still seemed impossible.   His phone buzzed.   The time flashed across the screen.   7:15 a.m.   The ship wouldn’t leave until noon, but passengers had to board much earlier for check-in, identification verification, customs processing, and various security procedures.   He’d read the cruise packet at least six times.   Probably more.   Missing embarkation would be a nightmare.   Better to arrive early.   Way early.   After double-checking his ticket information for what felt like the hundredth time, Ryder called a rideshare service.   Within fifteen minutes, a car pulled into the parking lot.   Ryder grabbed his single duffel bag and stepped outside.   The morning air felt cool and fresh.   He locked his apartment door.   Then paused.   For just a moment.   A strange feeling washed over him.   The next time he unlocked that door, he’d have seen Avalon.   He’d have sailed across oceans.   He’d have stories to tell.   The thought made him smile.   Then he headed downstairs.   The rideshare driver greeted him politely as Ryder climbed into the back seat.   Naturally.   The back seat.   Again.   Ryder couldn’t help rolling his eyes.   Even when traveling alone, he somehow ended up in the back.   The driver pulled away from the apartment complex.   Soon the city began sliding past the windows.   Ryder watched everything.   The familiar streets.   The gas stations.   The convenience stores.   The neighborhoods he’d known his entire life.   The scenery gradually changed as they moved toward the waterfront.   His excitement grew with every mile.   Then the first sign appeared.   PORT DISTRICT - NEXT EXIT   Ryder sat forward immediately.   His pulse quickened.   The driver took the exit.   Moments later, the harbor came into view.   And Ryder’s jaw nearly dropped.   Massive cruise ships towered above the water.   They looked like floating cities.   Entire skyscrapers somehow resting atop the ocean.   He’d seen pictures before.   Videos too.   None of them had prepared him for the real thing.   The ships were enormous.   People swarmed the terminal carrying luggage.   Families posed for photographs.   Workers directed traffic.   Porters moved mountains of suitcases on rolling carts.   The entire area buzzed with excitement and energy.   Ryder pressed closer to the window.   Then something caught his eye.   A familiar figure walking toward the terminal.   “No way.”   The driver glanced into the rearview mirror.   “What?”   “Nothing.”   Ryder laughed.   Because it absolutely wasn’t nothing.   There was Marshall.   Carrying enough luggage for what appeared to be a six-month expedition.   Two large duffel bags hung from one shoulder.   Another bag rested in his hand.   A backpack was slung across his back.   Marshall looked like he was moving to Avalon permanently.   The rideshare pulled closer.   Ryder rolled down the window.   “Marshall!”   Marshall turned.   His face immediately brightened.   “There he is!”   He waved enthusiastically.   The driver stopped nearby, and Ryder quickly climbed out.   Marshall looked him up and down.   Then glanced at Ryder’s luggage.   One duffel bag.   That was it.   Marshall looked at his own mountain of baggage.   Then back at Ryder.   Then back at his own.   “Wow.”   “What?”   “You really committed.”   “To what?”   “Traveling light.”   Ryder shrugged.   “I packed what I need.”   Marshall laughed.   “Meanwhile, I packed for every possible emergency.”   “Looks that way.”   The two fell into step together, heading toward the terminal entrance.   Around them, travelers rolled massive suitcases.   Entire families pushed carts stacked high with luggage.   Some passengers looked like they had packed half their homes.   Compared to them, Ryder felt almost ridiculous carrying a single bag.   His confidence began slipping.   “Do you think I brought enough?”   Marshall looked over.   Ryder was genuinely worried.   Again.   Marshall smiled.   “You’ll be fine.”   “You sure?”   “Absolutely.”   “What if I forgot something?”   “You probably did.”   Ryder groaned.   Marshall laughed.   “But that’s what stores are for.”   “I guess.”   “Besides,” Marshall continued, nudging Ryder’s shoulder, “you’re going on vacation, not surviving in the wilderness.”   Ryder couldn’t help smiling.   Marshall always made things sound simpler than they felt.   As they approached the terminal, the massive cruise ship loomed overhead.   Its gleaming white hull stretched seemingly forever.   Balconies lined the upper decks.   Crew members moved along gangways.   Flags snapped in the breeze.   The ship looked less like a vessel and more like a floating city.   Ryder stopped walking for a moment.   He simply stared.   His stomach filled with nerves.   Excitement.   Wonder.   Fear.   All at once.   This was it.   The beginning of the adventure he’d spent months dreaming about.   Marshall noticed the expression on his friend’s face.   “Nervous?”   “A little.”   “A little?”   Ryder laughed.   “Okay. A lot.”   Marshall adjusted one of his bags.   “Good.”   Ryder looked at him.   “Good?”   “Means you’re about to do something memorable.”   The words lingered.   Together, they joined the flow of passengers heading toward the terminal.   Ahead of them waited security checkpoints, boarding procedures, and eventually the ship itself.   Beyond that waited Avalon.   And neither of them had the slightest idea how much their lives were about to change.
    • I did a quick search, anyone in the medical field can narrow down if the procedure is a variation of any of the following maybe?:  1. Kurume ISR + partial ESR (Akagi 2014) — best match       IAS entirely removed (bilateral), EAS deep + superficial removed (ipsilateral),       puborectalis removed (ipsilateral, 1-cm margin). Colon brought down and hand-sewn to       anoderm — advanced forward, not exteriorized. Known prolapse risk: Piozzi & Kim (2021)       note ISR causes "intrinsic risk of prolapse" due to loss of anchoring structures.       Kuo et al. (2017) reported 14.8% neorectal mucosal prolapse after ISR.       Wexner 5.2 at 24mo, 80% Kirwan I-II. n=25. https://doi.org/10.1007/s00595-014-0903-7      2. Pusan Extended ISR (Kim 2016) — same resection pattern       IAS removed, deep EAS quadrant resection, superficial + subcutaneous EAS preserved.       Wexner 5.8 at 24mo. No significant difference from standard ISR. n=38 extended ISR. https://doi.org/10.1186/s12893-016-0133-6      3. Kim JC et al. (2020) — robotic ISR with partial EAS excision       143 patients had partial EAS excision (<25% of muscle). Partial EAS excision did not       influence manometry values except mean resting pressure. 5-year OS 86.7%, LR 2.5%. https://doi.org/10.1007/s00464-019-06989-3      4. Min L et al. (2021) — risk factors for anorectal dysfunction after ISR       28 patients had partial EAS resection (9 subtotal, 19 total ISR). n=251 total. https://doi.org/10.3389/fsurg.2021.727694      5. Piozzi GN & Kim SH (2021) — systematic review of robotic ISR       Notes Kim et al. (2020) 143 partial EAS patients. Partial EAS excision did not       influence manometry except resting pressure. Explicitly discusses prolapse risk as       inherent to ISR due to detachment from LAM, hiatal ligament, and EAS. https://doi.org/10.3393/ac.2021.00836.0119      6. Collard M & Lefevre JH (2020) — review from Hopital Saint Antoine, Paris       Acknowledges ISR + partial EAS resection as a fourth ISR type for Rullier type IV       tumors. States oncological safety is uncertain, literature very limited, functional       result largely compromised. Their center does not perform it — invasion of EAS is       still an indication for APR. https://doi.org/10.3389/fonc.2020.00297      7. Shirouzu K, Murakami N, Akagi Y (2017) — review of updated ISR literature       Explicitly describes ESR as part of ISR spectrum. Notes ESR showed higher positive CRM       rate (36.7%). Most authors agree T4 tumors invading EAS should get CRT + APR. https://doi.org/10.1002/ags3.12003
    • I feel like her and Gabby need a good sit down and talk. I know neither one will lay there feeling on the table, but its becoming clearer to me that even if Gabby is pushing Tess into "headspace" it is helping Tess and also helping Gabby.  And honestly it makes me sad shes leaving for Christmas, but I think what makes me sadder about it is that Tess doesnt seem to tell Gabby that she appreciates her for even simple things like dinner or offering to drive her to school or wherever.  But to your question I think her last day of school will go well til it doesn't, and I feel some mischief behind your question. Lmao
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