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By Lost Little Neppy · Posted
I love that one of his old Tweener students was probably going to help him escape. Not that it would do any good at this point. Clark honestly has it good with Janet. Not at first, obviously, and I don't blame him for still carrying some resentment toward her for her earlier craziness. And yeah, he's still a jerk, and I much prefer other characters in this amazing novel, but I do like how complex of a character he is. How complex most everyone is. Of the main cast, anyway, haha. I would love to see more Emiliano and Amy. They're my faves. -
By sissysusie1 · Posted
In the soft, dim glow of their bedroom, I, Emily, find myself lost in the sweet, rhythmic lullaby of our baby girl's gentle snores, a melody that has become the soundtrack to our lives. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the nursery monitor, a constant reminder of our little one's presence. I take a moment to appreciate the peace, my heart swelling with a warmth that only motherhood can bring. But tonight, there's an undercurrent of anticipation, a secret thrill that's become all too familiar. I glance at the clock, my pulse quickening as I hear the soft knock at the front door. He's punctual, as always. I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb the slumbering figure of my husband, Tom, and pad silently to the door. The cool air whispers through the open door as I welcome Jake, my lover, into our home. His eyes, dark and intense, meet mine, and in that shared gaze, a thousand unspoken words pass between us. He steps inside, his hand brushing mine as he passes, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down my spine. I lead him upstairs, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As we approach the bedroom, I can't help but steal a glance at Tom, still lost in dreams, blissfully unaware of the world we've created around him. It's a world that satisfies us all, in its own strange, complex way. Jake follows me into the en suite, his reflection joining mine in the mirror. I turn to face him, my breath hitching as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of my neck, my shoulder, before sliding down to the hem of my nightgown. He lifts it slowly, his touch igniting a trail of fire across my skin. I watch as he undresses, his body a work of art, a stark contrast to Tom's petite frame and soft curves. Tom's tiny erection can never satisfy me, not like Jake can. Not like the 7 inches of hard, throbbing manhood that's now pressing against me, demanding my attention. I gasp as Jake's hands find my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, making them harden. He knows just how to touch me, just how to make me feel. I lean into him, my body aching for more, my mind racing with thoughts of the pleasure that's to come. But first, there's the matter of Tom. I pull away from Jake, my heart pounding as I lead him back into the bedroom. I stand by the bed, Jake behind me, his hands on my hips, his breath hot on my neck. I look down at Tom, his face peaceful, his chest rising and falling with each soft breath. I reach down, my fingers tracing the edge of Tom's nightie, lifting it slowly to reveal the frilly knickers he wears to bed. I can feel Jake's eyes on me, his body tense with anticipation. I slip my hand inside Tom's knickers, my fingers finding his tiny penis, soft and warm. I stroke it gently, feeling it stir to life under my touch. Tom's eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting mine. I smile at him, my heart filled with love and desire. "Good morning, Tom," I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "It's time to wake up, sweetheart. Jake's here." Tom's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing pink as he takes in Jake's naked form. I watch as Tom's hand reaches down, his fingers tugging at the waistband of his knickers, pulling them down to reveal his tiny erection. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire. I lean down, my lips brushing against Tom's ear. "It's okay, Tom," I whisper. "You know you love this. You love watching me with Jake, don't you?" Tom nods, his breath coming in short gasps. I can see the outline of his erection growing, his body responding to the scene unfolding before him. I straighten up, my gaze meeting Jake's. It's time. Jake smiles, his hands reaching for me, pulling me close. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, demanding my attention. I turn to Tom, my fingers finding the hem of my nightgown, lifting it slowly over my head. I stand before them, naked and vulnerable, my body aching for release. Tom's eyes are fixed on me, his gaze hungry and intense. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire and his shame. But I know him, I know his secrets, his fantasies. And I know that this, right here, is what he wants. I turn to Jake, my body pressing against his. I can feel his hands on me, his touch firm and demanding. I close my eyes, my mind lost in the sensation, the pleasure that's building inside me. I can hear Tom's soft whimpers, his ragged breaths, and I know that he's watching, that he's loving every moment of this. Jake's hands find my hips, lifting me onto the bed. I open my eyes, my gaze meeting Tom's. I can see the tears in his eyes, the emotion that's overwhelming him. I reach out, my fingers brushing against his cheek. "It's okay, Tom," I whisper. "This is what you want. This is what we all want." Tom nods, his body shuddering as Jake's hands find my thighs, pushing them apart. I gasp as Jake enters me, my body arching to meet his. I look at Tom, my eyes filled with love and desire, and I know that this, right here, is where we all belong. -
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By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
@undertheradar I am not a Doctor now want to be but I will suggest as @Snugglebear_69 has suggested. Go see a doctor. I believe that it is not diaper related it could be multiple different issues. You could have an UTI infection. or a Hernia like @Bobbyca Suggested. I am not a fan of doctors though but you have to make your own mind up. I hope you feel better soon. -
By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
Hello, everyone, there are a lot, and I mean a lot of discussions on this forum About finding the perfect AB/DL mate that are males looking for females. The thing is, you are so anxious to find one that you do not realize that the more anxious you are the further away you are to getting what you want. Just want to give a little context here. I am a big believer in the law of attraction. All the law of attraction really is. Is this what you can think it will become a reality. But it does take work and it does take patience. I first learned of the law of attraction from the video The Secret well first I read the book then I watched the movie. It was really interesting, now this was back in 2007 when I first learned of it. Then I went to each of the people who were in the movie and found their websites. Like Dr Joe Vitale and a few others. In Dr Joe Vitale's book, which I have read many, many times Here is what is in his book. A glimpse. 1. Recognize what you don't want, 2. Identify what you want, 3. Get clear (clear mental roadblocks), 4. Feel as if you already have it, and 5. Let go while taking action. The problem with a lot of so-called Gurus on YouTube and whatnot is that they are not teaching the last part. Taking action. If you do not take action, you will not succeed. I've now been teaching this stuff for several years. I get $2,000 for 4 1-hour sessions. I always teach the action part. If you are not taking action towards what you desire, you will not get. For those seeking an AB/DL relationship or a mate? First, you have to stop seeking and looking for what you want out of them. That's for sure is an ego trip, and it is all about you. This is what you have to do to move forward with finding someone. First, create a vision board of your perfect mate. Color of hair How tall How much do they weigh? Like for this one, it does not have to be exact. Do you like your woman thin or heavy-set? What do you want your mate to do for an occupation? Detail this whole thing out. Every little aspect of their life. There is an exact person out there for the information you input into your vision board. Find pictures on Google or other image hosting sites, and find one that looks just like your mate. In the bullet list above, Dr Joe Vitale says to first know what you do not want. Know what you want, which brings up the part of getting clear on what you want. That is why I suggest using the vision board exercise. feel as if you already have it. That means stop being anxious about it. As you already have it. The last part is to let it go. Like, stop focusing on what you do not have or want, as you already have it. It sounds like it's a contradiction, but it is not. I have used these techniques to manifest 5 cars. Each time I needed to get another car I used these exact methods and moved forward with getting it. Now for the fun part. Go out and find a mate, do not worry what their underwear preference is go find someone who they are not for what they like. That can come later on. You can find people on this website, as there have been plenty of people who have found their forever mate on here. But this is one place. Go out and find them outside of the AB/DL sphere. That is it for finding your mate, though I do want to mention here that these techniques can be used to become 24/7 diaper-wearing. I see people on here always struggling. Even though I want to wear 24/7, I could use these techniques to do what I want, though I am in one of those 50/50 states. Like, do I really want to be 24/7 or just part-time, as I do have issues with my #2, but I have issues with my money making right now. But that is my own fault, not anyone else's. One of my own problems is that I am lazy. If you are struggling to make the money to live the AB lifestyle because of work and whatnot, then go find a way to make that same income at home. Now I am speaking of those here who are single. If you are married or have a girl friend that is best talked to with your other half. As it would not be fair to them if you suddenly stop working to be an AB full-time. Though there are plenty of ways to make a full-time income from a computer in your house. I know over several hundred people or more who do just that. They make enough from their computers that they do not have to work for a company. Thank you for reading this and I hope this helps. @peelover I tagged you as your one of those who want to find a mate. I hope it helps -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Well, here's my take on a Western babyfur story (one that @Horatio Husky did something similar with, except I'm doing mine differently): Desert Fountain! Now as a bit of content warning: there's a bit of body horror (in that some animals' body parts are used as trophies for a sadistic sheriff/judge and age regression to babyhood while still being aware), so yeah, that's a thing. But if you're curious enough to read a Western babyfur story as well as Horatio's wonderful work, welcome to this story: - Chapter One: Bloodblaze Town at the Sunset - Locals to the region said that the westernmost town of Bloodblaze had the most beautiful sunsets in the whole of the West - and they would’ve been right, with crimson, scarlet, gold, harvest moon, burnt orange, and all of the prettiest colors on the warm color scheme dancing in the few clouds in that gorgeous sunset. Dakota, known to her friends as “Kota” and her enemies as “The Brazen Bitch of the West”, was gazing at that sunset, waiting for the time to strike at night…for the coyote was a notorious outlaw who had grown up around the region outside of that safe little town, made her living in the so-called “Outskirts”. The Outskirts. A fun little part of the part where the West ended in the midst of a complete desert, where literal monsters roamed, and no one other than outlaws, the Jiingo Tł’é’na’áí Gahe tribe (West Moon Dancers, for easy translation), and the most desperate or foolhardy animals made their living out there, considering how dangerous it was. Not that many of them (the West Moon Dancers, aside) survived more than one night at most without a shelter - and no, tents did not count. She whistled a small tune to herself to occupy her thoughts as she counted the minutes down on her brass pocket watch, all the way down to nightfall. No offense meant to the few townspeople (very few people actually stayed at Bloodblaze because there was nothing really…well, notable other than the sunsets, and Dakota felt that once you saw one sunset, you saw them all, and with the Outskirts as dangerous as they were to both people there and the town itself, you quickly wished for morning light after the sunset ended or you died. One of the two.), but she and her band needed food and water, and the damnable sheriff/judge was notoriously corrupt and not prone to sharing his food and water with anyone, least of all outlaws. He lived like a king with his own private army and left everyone else to suffer. The coyote would’ve gladly met with the town deputy, Washington, to make a deal. The cougar was a friendly enough sort, even to outlaws, so long as they behaved in the town and didn’t cause a ruckus, but the damned sheriff/judge’s laws, from what little she overheard whilst sneaking into the town on occasion (with a damned good disguise) were getting even more draconic, and everyone, Wash included, was too scared to complain. It wasn’t like any of those poor creatures had much of a choice; the sheriff/judge was known as a “hanging judge” for a reason. She curled her lip, her tail instinctively lashing from side to side while she thought about the poor bastards with their skulls, ribs, and hides decorating his office. She had been there once. Never again. Never, ever again. That koala was as monstrous as any of the monsters in the Outskirts, if not more, and she knew what was out there…even if she couldn’t put a proper name or face to any of those beings. That damned judge/sheriff/whatever was the reason she and her gang had been forced into the desperado lifestyle - and she refused to let the animals under her starve. Dakota’s loyal steed, a black Clydesdale colt named Bartolomeo, nickered a bit under her reins, and she stroked his neck. “Shh, it’s okay, boy,” she whispered from the bandana covering her mouth, her ears flicking from either side of her cowgirl hat, trying to calm her steed down. “Easy, Meo, easy.” The Clydesdale snorted a bit, maybe a bit of displeasure with the quickly dropping temperatures (which sent a chill racing down her fur that not even the patchcoat duster and thick clothes she always wore could prevent), but he quickly calmed under the coyote’s gentle strokes. She was alone for now, her turn to go on the twice-weekly supply run. She had to be alone; better for only one of the band to risk themselves on a supply run than more of the group getting caught, and one outlaw sneaking into town under the cover of night was more inconspicuous than the whole group of eleven. Night came, the sunset disappearing over the hills, plunging the entire town into sheer darkness that not even candlelight could penetrate. Dakota nudged Bartolomeo’s sides with her boots, and the Clydesdale trotted until he was in the town. Then she snuck in under the dark cover, trusting her Clydesdale colt to stay where he was. She could feel the sheer crushing pressure this town was under as she went to the warehouse. The door was locked, naturally, but her handy lockpick got her in with ease. The warehouse was bursting at the seams with supplies, as the coyote outlaw sifted through the food and water, having done this once every week (as she was the leader, she figured that she had to lead by example and do everything for her band of fellow outlaws and more) without fail. Dakota put the food and the water satchels on the packs of her steed. She should’ve noticed that there was a trap set for her. The private army of the sheriff/judge was quickly surrounding the coyote and her steed. She leapt on Bartolomeo, who was already moving, but someone pulled her off before she could get away with the horse, who was dashing off without her out of town, panicking out of instinct. She fought, bit, and scratched with all of her might, her tail lashing from side to side, until she was pinned by the numerous army members, quickly trussed up with her front paws bound behind her, her legs and tail tied together, and a muzzle put on her mouth, so she couldn’t even scream out curses, still wriggling desperately to get out. Then the kangaroo head of the army - a sadist known as Nebraska, Neb for short - stepped on her neck, crushing any chance of her breathing, as he sneered in her ear, “I’ll get you to Kansas, and we’ll see what he wants to do with you, you fucking outlaw thief.” Dakota snarled, still trying to fight; dying quickly now - even if her skull, ribs, and hide ended up decorating the koala’s office - was better than whatever the bastard must’ve planned for her for being an outlaw stealing. “Stop squirming; you’re not gonna die,” Neb said cheerfully. “Not yet, at least. If it were me, I’d fucking blow your brains out here and now, but Kansas said he’s got plans for you stealing. Then he’s gonna kill your fucking merry band of thieves.” Dakota whined behind the muzzle. She couldn’t have her band, her friends, die for her. She desperately tried to breathe; between the kangaroo putting his foot on her neck and the muzzle on her snout, it was getting hard to breathe. Then the head of the army lifted his foot off of her as he hefted her over his left shoulder as easily as one would heft a sack, carrying the coyote outlaw to the sheriff’s office. She hated that place; there were seemingly even more skulls, ribs, and hides than she remembered. The ribs had been made into windchimes that rattled in the breeze outside of the window, the hides decorated the floor, the skulls put on the wall as trophies. And in all of that, the koala slouched in his rocking chair, a friendly smile on his face. Dakota knew that that smile meant that someone was going to die painfully - namely her. He stood up on his short legs, waddling over to her to pinch her cheek until his claws drew blood. “Well, my dear outlaw, aren’t you a cutiepie?” he cooed as if he was talking to a baby. “I know you and your band of outlaws have been stealing from me. I know how to draw them out; they consider you their friend, and I’ll use that to my advantage. But what am I going to do with you?” Dakota breathed through the muzzle in terror. Torture was almost certainly going to happen. Pain beyond imagining. Then she’d die, and all of her would just be another decoration in his office. “Well, don’t worry; your band, I’ll make trophies out of, but you, my little outlaw…well, I have a surprise for you, personally. Neb!” The kangaroo saluted. “Take her to the underground fountain!” The coyote was confused. A fountain? What the hell was going on? “You sure about that, boss?” Neb asked tentatively. “Normally, you’re the only one who bathes there…” “And I will soon enough, but she’ll get the full dosage.” The koala was grinning widely, and somehow, it was a thousand times scarier than his smile. “Bring her there. I’ll dunk her in personally. Now put her to sleep.” “Yes, boss!” Nebraska set her on the hard floor of the office, stomped on her head, and she knew no more. - Hope y'all enjoyed~
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