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This chapter was so awesome~ I'm hoping things work out for our intrepid bab-... hero.. totally hero? Ehehe thank you for writing this @Victoria Green Books seriously~ its been a trip and i can already tell its gonna be one i keep coming back to -
By rusty pins · Posted
Good way to recycle the used ones though! I can see the trick or treating little kids going around with their parents, "Daddy! Ghosts really smell bad!" -
By Victoria Green Books · Posted
@little won - Happy to hear you're enjoying it @Mia Mida I'm all over the place with posting days/time. That said, I have another chapter coming for you right after this post. On my Ream, I post three chapters a week - one each for three different ongoing stories. @WBDaddy Yeah, I've read (and written) so many stories where the romantic interest is also the CG, I just wanted to do something different this time 'round. @cipher12 Awesome! Glad you're digging it. Thanks for the feedback/interaction, all! Chapter 8 It was our first real date, and I couldn’t shut up. I was halfway through a rant about setlists—like which tracks the band should open with versus which ones they would—when I realized I was doing the thing. Rambling. Monologuing. Way too many words all stacked together like I was trying to build a tower tall enough to reach her approval. “Sorry,” I said, cutting myself off mid-sentence. “I’ll shut up.” I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder and matched her pace as we strolled along a gravel path in the park. The fading light softened the world around us—tree branches blurred into shadow overhead, and the occasional streetlamp cast long gold shapes over the sidewalk. Somewhere off to the right, a family laughed as they packed up a picnic. The air smelled like cut grass, charcoal smoke, and the leftover sweetness of funnel cake from a food truck that had already closed for the night. Amanda laughed. It was soft and real and didn’t sound at all like she wanted me to shut up. “Don’t,” she said. “It’s nice seeing you like this. Excited. Happy. You’ve seemed kind of…off lately.” I brushed past the comment with a shrug and a half-smile, but inside, I winced. Of course I’d seemed off. Most days lately, I had Hope watching me like a hawk, the bulk of a diaper between my legs, and the constant mental math of when I’d last wet myself and whether it was obvious. Tonight? No padding. No Hope. Just me, Amanda, and a night that felt like it might actually turn into something. There was a low pressure building in my lower stomach—nothing urgent, just the background hum of a bladder not quite empty. I ignored it. No way I was stopping our flow to duck into a public restroom again. I’d just gone before dinner. Twice in one date would be weird. Besides, I could hold it. Obviously. Then I spotted the piano. It was nestled under a wide open-sided gazebo near the edge of the duck pond, the kind of place usually used for weddings or holiday choir groups. Someone had dragged the city’s “Play Me” piano there, all beat-up wood and half-faded keys. Still standing. Still playable. My heart did a dumb little jump. “Ooh,” she said, eyes lighting up. “You want to?” “I mean…” I shrugged, casual. “Sure.” “You should. Seriously. That little face you just made?” She pointed. “That was joy. I like joy.” I felt something twist in my chest. She noticed. She noticed me. And for once, it wasn’t because I’d said something stupid or was blushing over a diaper or fumbling with Hope’s judgment hovering in the air. I reminded myself: I could do this. I could have Amanda and keep Hope on the side. Two different worlds. I just had to play both parts well. We reached the gazebo, and I slid onto the bench. It felt…off. No padding. No crinkle. Just the hard press of wood under denim and the sudden, disorienting awareness that I was fully, completely exposed down there. I’d gotten too used to that extra layer. Amanda sat beside me, close enough that her thigh brushed mine. I looked at her, waiting. Expecting her to tell me what to play. And then I realized: I’d been trained to wait. To follow instructions. To let Hope decide what was appropriate. What song, what tempo, what message. My face heated. “I’ve got an idea,” I said. “I’m gonna play a few bars. You have to guess the song.” Amanda grinned. “I love it.” I played the intro to something easy—an acoustic ballad version of one of Bespoke’s radio hits. The first three chords hit, and her face lit up. “‘When the Lights Come Down!’” she said. “That’s my favorite. I’d kill to meet them, you know?” “Pretty sure murder voids your backstage privileges.” She smirked. “You don’t know what I’d do for a VIP pass.” I grinned like a dope. I couldn’t help it. I slid into another melody. Slower. Dirtier. Halfway through the first verse, she blushed. She didn’t say the name. I leaned in, grinning. “Come on. Say it. We’re not in church.” Amanda bit her lip, then muttered, “’Moan Like Sunday.’” “That’s the one.” Something passed between us. Nothing obvious—just the spark of mutual mischief. Shared sin. My fingers hovered over the keys a moment longer, then I stood and offered her my hand. She didn’t hesitate. Her palm slid into mine. Warm. Soft. She squeezed once, and I felt the pressure everywhere. My excitement was rising in more ways than one. I led her down the path, past lampposts and lazy evening joggers, until we passed a small public restroom near the pond. I glanced at it. I should go, just to be safe. But I’d gone not long ago. Twice, if I counted before we left. She’d think it was weird. Like I had a problem. Besides, I could hold it. I pulled a folded blanket from my bag and led her down a grassy hill with a good view of the water. The city lights in the distance bounced off the rippling surface, and the stars were starting to peek out through the haze above. “Somebody came prepared,” Amanda said. I grinned. “What can I say? I always show a lady a good time.” She snorted. “And they say romance is dead.” We spread the blanket and lay side-by-side. Somewhere nearby, frogs chirped and cicadas buzzed, layering the silence with their own lazy rhythm. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Amanda said, too casually, “So. You and Hope.” My shoulders tensed. “She’s tutoring me in piano,” I said. “That’s it.” Amanda hummed. Not disagreeing. Not agreeing, either. “She’s just…a friend,” I added. “Like, a family friend. From church. You know how it is.” She was quiet a beat too long. Then: “Good.” She shifted, just slightly. Her head came to rest on my shoulder. Oh. My whole body lit up. I turned toward her, heart hammering, and leaned in. The kiss was soft. Quick. Just lips brushing, tentative and warm. Her breath smelled like root beer. When we broke apart, she smiled. A real one. And she didn’t pull away. We chatted more after that. Easy stuff. Bands we liked. The concert. Possible road trips this summer. Every once in a while, I shifted on the blanket. That pressure in my bladder was sharper now. Still manageable. But it was definitely there. Then her phone buzzed. She pulled it out, frowned slightly, and sighed. “My little sister’s throwing a fit, and my mom’s freaking out. I should probably head back.” I tried not to look crushed. “Yeah, of course. Totally.” She glanced at me. “Hey.” She smiled. “I want to see you again.” She leaned in and kissed me. Longer this time. Slower. I didn’t even notice it at first—that faint, blooming warmth. The heat spreading between my legs. The subtle, awful sense of release. Panic lit up behind my eyes. My heart seized. She pulled back with a happy little sigh and stood, brushing grass from her jeans. “Call me?” “Yeah,” I croaked. She waved and walked off, still smiling. Unaware. I sat there, a wet patch already soaking into the blanket under my ass. My jeans clung to my legs, warm and humiliating. There was no getting up without revealing everything. I grabbed the edge of the blanket and tugged it up over my lap, heart thundering, ears ringing. What the hell was I going to do now? My phone buzzed. I flinched so hard I nearly dropped it. For a second, I thought Amanda had realized. But it wasn’t her. Hope: How is your evening going? I stared at the screen, thumb hovering. My brain ached from the quiet. From the pressure in my jeans. From how still I was sitting, afraid that any shift would reveal the soaked denim beneath the blanket. I told myself not to answer. I even started typing “Good, thanks”, but deleted it. Me: I’m in the park. By the pond. I need help. I stared at it. Watched the little dots appear. Hope: Be right there. I could still text again. Tell her I was kidding. Say it was a mistake. But I didn’t. I sat there, heart hammering, unable to move. A group of teenagers rode past on bikes, one of them yelling something about ice cream. I shrank inward, body locked, afraid they'd stop and look. Ten minutes later, I saw her: Hope, walking toward me like she had all the time in the world. She wore a cardigan and flats. Hair pulled back. The picture of calm concern. She carried a tote bag in the other. I wanted to vanish. She knelt beside me, smiling gently. “Oh, sweetheart.” “Don’t,” I said. “Don’t what?” “Don’t act like this is normal.” She didn’t answer. Just unsnapped the tote. Unfolded a towel. Unzipped a side pocket and pulled out a diaper. No fanfare. No embarrassment. Like it was a first aid kit. “I can’t believe I called you,” I muttered. “You didn’t call,” she said softly, laying the towel on the grass. “You asked for help.” “That’s not the—” I broke off. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” She gave me a look. Calm. Curious. “What was it supposed to be like?” “I was supposed to have a good night. A normal one.” I realized I hadn’t explained why I was here. I didn’t want to talk about who I’d been with. She wouldn’t approve. “Just some chill time in the park. By myself.” Hope reached out, gently tugging at the blanket. “Let’s get you changed, okay?” “I can do it myself.” “You always say that.” I didn’t move. She waited a beat, then added, “There’s no shame in needing help, you know.” “Stop saying that,” I snapped. “Stop pretending this is some holy act of service. You like this. You like seeing me like this.” Hope tilted her head. “You think I like seeing you humiliated?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. She nodded slightly. “Well. Maybe I like seeing you taken care of. Maybe I like when you let someone help. When you stop fighting.” I looked away, jaw clenched. “Lie back,” she said gently. I did. The blanket shifted as she moved beside me, tugging at my jeans. I winced as the wet fabric peeled away from my skin. The cool air hit me and I wanted to crawl into the ground. “This isn’t who I am,” I said. “I don’t need this anymore. Your help.” “No?” she asked. “Do you think anyone else would do this for you? Maybe Amanda?” I laughed. “Amanda? She’d hate me if she saw this.” “Ah.” Her hands moved efficiently. Baby wipes. Powder. Padding slid under me like this was a routine chore. “There we go,” she cooed softly, taping up the diaper. “All better.” She handed me a pair of pants — my pants — from the bag. I had no clue how she got those. “You’re a good boy,” she said. “You just get confused sometimes. But that’s why I’m here. To get you all sorted out.” I didn’t answer. My head was a mess. She stood and gathered the soiled clothes into a plastic bag. “I’ll wash these for you.” “Next lesson,” I said. “We need to talk.” Her face didn’t change. But her hand fell from my shoulder. “Of course.” I walked away before I could lose my nerve. The diaper crinkled under my jeans with every step. I didn’t look back. -
By willnotwill · Posted
I have a closet in my office with wire shelfing (that closet hanging things that are elfa clones) and some plastic bins and real elfa drawers to hold the smaller stuff. It also holds a large Kohler stepon trash can that I got from Costco a while back for disposal. I keep some wipes and a spare diaper in a drawer in the bathroom. My truck has these two hidden compartments under the rear floor mats I call the "live wells". I keep a few diapers in there for emergencies as well. -
By SuperSoaker83 · Posted
Chapter 85 – New Year, New Challenges for Bigs and Kids alike – and more kids now and again (or January 2026) –– back to school, work, more Foster Kids short term guests in respite, and Byrony’s babies arrive in her 37th week; part 3, week of Monday 12th January first chunk (Monday 12th only) Suzy has floating standby help; i.e. can cover when a temp foster kid, and when Bryony’s kid comes, or similar . They all met the previous week, with the current house being reminded of the password (Maple) if someone other than a Parent or Grandparents picks you up from school (this was inspired by American practice but one of Lisa’s initial early foster kids had previously been a snatch victim/survivor). She had dropped the kids back off, preparing of course for the 10.00 DCC Social and Fostering Monday 12th January . In the interim; an unexpected call from Kim Boyle (ED: yes from Different for Girls the British Trans movie; BUT not intentionally this time , and kid Melissa Boyle her 3yo daughter from previous relationship) number came up; she is the new partner of Jared Smithson (the father of the kids / and also new next of kin for kids stuff); who she had obviously given each others details.. . As of course Roseanne and Jared were going to their home Tuesday of course , so she assumed she was possibly ringing as ended up being double booked; however she was in fits of tears … transpires mid-evening last night ; Jared slipped into a Coma. Suzy said she could help her ; without moving in on her territory; come over after 11.00 and we will get you talked about what we can do… He had no history of any issues for either family side… while progress was indeed stagnant just now and as well she dropped her daughter off earlier (Barnhill Nursery School before Primary School) before wanting to intending to ICU at Ninewells . However she says Suzy can catch her up next, and we can drive you too! With Suzy on big screen TV downstairs; she found her Daddy … She told him the news; and she’s coming over around 11.00 as she is so upset and tearful, so we can try and discuss things; as well as telling their oldest two, and any ways we can help her or her Daughter? Jeff was surprised BUT everyone in the family would wish him well; Suzy thought he was double booked tomorrow; but something else.. Jeff was asked to get the youngest two who are not at school (the 6-week old twins) as well let their Workers in, with it now being 09.55. 10.00ish both Helen Cooper and MJW arrived . Before they started anything Suzy stood up, explained what she was told by Kim in last hour, and she’s coming round so to see how we can help her, and as well as telling his oldest two of the news! Everyone genuinely wishes he makes a full recovery, with no one deserving that being the more Common Theme. After that and an otherwise an unremarkable meeting other than Jared and Roseannes move (to Blackness Primary School) next week, DEPENDING HOW THEY TAKE THE NEWS of course… Next meeting kids after School Thursday, as standard , this week at Suzy’s home. After they left; Suzy told those still there of the news, as well about her arriving at 11.00. Kim arrived and explained in various details ; with everyone wishing her partner and her family all the best. A plan was made, before driving to the School then Hospital with Jared and Roseanne’s school being made aware and both siblings been given the news ; and taking around for a short time (with ICU time being ideally kept short obviously bar her partner .) The kids would have 1hr with their unconscious father before Suzy drove herself with Jared and Roseanne; while Kim stays there for a couple hours before dinner then back then coffee then heading home if required (with Suzy giving her 200 pounds for a taxi home for anything else she might need: in real life virtually all Dundee taxis are cash only with full Chip n Pin/Contactless now in all 6 Lisas father officers a distant fantasy; most the other Scottish cities take card , with Dundonian taxi drivers always claiming broken) while her daughter Melissa in the spare room of the Annexe (school telling her after they were phoned) next to Jared and Roseanne; with a little building work during the day; but Kim was calming down! Before leaving everyone was updated with the changes to plan. A message was made for Suzy’s inner circle; so no surprise if her Mum walks in and sees a new kid in Melissa… She would stay with Suzy that night at least, possibly longer. The following morning Daddy Jeff would take her to school, and if still ongoing each day with his boss Stroudo aware (no wise cracks as her Stepdad was seriously ill). After lunch they left for the School, Suzy took Jeffs car leaving 13.05, Menzieshill School 13.30 (she went to hug both Jared and Roseanne by way of commiseration…) after getting to ICU Ninewells 13.55. Kim went in first of all, with Jared, Roseanne and Suzy (in facemasks and aprons) around 14.20, while Kim was clearly worst affected, Suzy did say when people are in this state, they sometimes can be helped by trying to speak to them! Both Jared and Roseanne did indeed! Jeff stayed home taking Suzy’s place with Byrony around the home after lunch, bar the School Run. Daddy Jeff surprised picking up Rose “Daddy??? “ before explaining the story that Jared and Roseanne’s father is seriously ill and his stepdaughter Melissa is staying with us tonight at least ; she had not been told BUT messages were sent to Avery (Byron too but he had taxi transport paid by DCC), with the Menzieshill pickup irrelevant today, however Kim; s daughter Melissa had been given a phone call that she’d be going to Suzy’s , with one of her Mothers Aids helping in her own car; with her daughter already getting on well with Jared and Roseanne! Suzy, Jared and Roseanne headed for home 15.10 (home 15.35), with Melissa s extra ride by leaving promptly after getting over to Suzy’s 16.10 (close to being other end of City). All had been aware by that point that they were coming , but just in case , Suzy stood up reminded her while Jared Roseanne’s and the new twins birth father is seriously ill, and this is his step-daughter from another relationship of her Mother Kim and her name is Melissa. She is staying with us tonight at least so her mother can concentrate on seriously ill partner. The kids welcomed them in and she was shown round and shown around the stuff downstairs stuff, pointing across the road saying she will be in one of the rooms in what we call our Annexe (pointing over the road) next to Jarded and Roseanne. She enjoyed meeting the other younger family members; with her already knowing Jared and Roseanne… Suzy then said we will next be willing to get you any takeaway or food delivery tonight; and she chose a McDonalds. Suzy double-checked her mother and father wanted their usuals (they did), setting up a delivery for 17.30… She was taken though to the playroom, while Jared and Roseanne were walked through to study. Suzy first question was how they were holding up ; they were a bit scared both they admitted BUT Similar level of being scared when their father left and when their Mother died …. However they admitted they were doing better with Daddy Jeff and yourself too. She obviously appreciated that comment (gave them both each a massive hug!); and went back to the main room after reminding them about them not going tomorrow BUT if he remains there long term , she would liase with Kim (his new partner) before maybe taking you up maybe once or twice a week more ? The delivery arrived (Suzy ordered extra ice cream for all three affected who could eat in Melissa, Jared and Roseanne; machine working failing that extra apple pies ; with ice cream making everyone happier; scientific Mum fact!), with Suzy’s mother and farther arriving home per usual in the same hour. Suzy’s mother Orla was trying to ease Melissa’s situation (with no mother for 1 night at least) and was making jokes such as previously being taller than Suzy’s (“I was 7” she replied) and similar making her at ease. After taking her to the playroom , everyone’s bedtime came soon enough with Suzy walking Melissa over to the Annexe. Upon the parents own bedtime the mused about things ; with everyone in home already praying to god (Or whoever is upstairs) that night he recovers; rather than passes away in a hospital of all places, with Suzy getting serious brownie points from Jeff, before she received head, and it was AMAZING head!... … in other news from Monday, work did start in the Annexe for making more bedrooms. Suzy and Jeff did discuss if she “as very popular at work every time” potentially going to every other Tuesday or every Tuesday, in any case Jeff said “Well you are always very popular my baby girl” BUT he had no objections; BUT Suzy did stress she will near go back to work as often as before, her being committed as a full time mother and enjoying it so that WOULD NOT change. They already have a flexi-sitter for Tuesdays when required , and decided to discuss it again once things have settled down, with Suzy intending to message Doctor Reynolds tomorrow in any case. Suzy and Jeff had also another sit down meeting with her pregnant daughter Byrony; she was reminded once again if the birth causes an issue with your kids , we will always love her no matter what BUT we do sincerely hope everything goes well (Me and Daddy Jeff) and your two sons are happy and healthy! In addition the decision had been made that Suzy’s mother Orla’s car would be traded in for a 16 seat minibus (this time just a basic Transit; with her driving since late 80 s so long no permit required) this was done on Sunday with her picking up the second one that Saturday. This was so she can help with all School Drop offs; with obviously as well as Harris 1 but would be 2 , Rose to drop at Nursery School, and Jared and Roseanne now too, and if Suzy gets any more kids! Lisa’s hubby / Daddy Steve and the Contractor from Keating Smith was at DCC Meeting, hearing her version of Suzy’s going up in the world was approved with no additional conditions.
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