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By astrodiaper · Posted
It depends on the mood. (Pun semi-intended.) I'm on Xbox and Nintendo, with Forza Horizon 6 as my current obsession. -
As far as I know, none knows the whole story. Mom has found diapers when I lived at home in my teens, but she has never said anything, so I assume she thought I had problems with bedwetting. -
By duaoer naster · Posted
still not fic my computer says spandi not working try later etc -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 17: The caravan rolled steadily through the streets of Avalon while Group Seven eagerly pressed against the windows, taking in the sights. At first glance, Ryder wasn’t entirely sure what all the excitement was about. As the vehicle traveled deeper into the city, many of the places they passed looked surprisingly familiar. A golf club sat atop a gently rolling hill. A casino with bright lights and elaborate signs occupied an entire city block. Residential neighborhoods stretched into the distance, complete with parks, shops, and schools. At one point they even passed a massive colosseum-like stadium that dominated the skyline. Ryder frowned slightly. “This doesn’t seem that different from home.” Marshall chuckled from the seat beside him.“We’ve been here less than an hour.” “I know, but…” Ryder shrugged. “I guess I expected something more.” Marshall smiled knowingly. “Just wait.” Ryder wasn’t entirely convinced. He returned his attention to the window. Outside, people moved through their daily routines. Cars traveled the roads. Businesses opened their doors. For a moment Avalon almost seemed ordinary. Then something caught his eye. His gaze immediately locked onto a side street as the caravan slowly passed an intersection. Two figures were walking together along the sidewalk. Ryder’s eyes widened. The figures were Amazons. Until now he had only seen them from a distance in photographs and travel brochures. Seeing them in person was completely different. They were enormous. The Amazon man towered over everyone nearby, his stride covering several yards at a time. Beside him walked an Amazon woman who was nearly as tall. Compared to them, even average-sized adults looked tiny. Compared to Ryder and Marshall, the difference was almost impossible to comprehend. Ryder instinctively sat forward in his seat. The closer he looked, the more unreal it felt. They’re huge. Actually huge. Not just a little taller. Not just taller than average. Huge. The Amazon woman was pushing a stroller while talking cheerfully to whoever was inside. At first Ryder assumed it was their child. Then the stroller briefly turned. His breath caught. The passenger wasn’t an Amazon child. It was a human. Ryder blinked. Then blinked again. Surely he’d seen it wrong. But no. The stroller rolled beneath the giant Amazon’s hand while a much smaller person sat inside listening to her speak. The Amazon woman smiled warmly and continued her conversation as if nothing about the situation was unusual. Because here, apparently, it wasn’t. Ryder slowly leaned back into his seat. His stomach fluttered. Suddenly all the stories he’d heard about Avalon didn’t feel so exaggerated anymore. The scale difference wasn’t just something mentioned in guidebooks. It was real. Everywhere. He watched until the stroller disappeared from view. A hundred thoughts raced through his mind. Do people really do that here. Why would someone ride in a stroller? Was it normal? Did they choose to? The questions piled up faster than he could answer them. Part of him was fascinated. Another part felt deeply uncomfortable. He imagined himself in that situation for a brief second and immediately pushed the thought away. Nope. Absolutely not. Not happening. The very idea made his face grow warm. He folded his arms and settled deeper into his seat. Around him, the others continued chatting excitedly about the city. Rocky was pointing out landmarks. Skye was taking photographs. Rubble was making jokes. Marshall seemed completely relaxed. Meanwhile Ryder stared out the window, quietly processing everything he’d just seen. Maybe Avalon wasn’t boring after all. Maybe it was far stranger than he had ever imagined. As the caravan continued deeper into the city, Ryder couldn’t shake the feeling that he had only just begun to glimpse how different life in Avalon really was. And that realization filled him with equal parts curiosity, nervousness, and anticipation for whatever awaited Group Seven at their first destination. Chapter 18 The caravan finally rolled through the massive gates of Zordaya, the capital city of Avalon. Ryder pressed his face against the window as towering buildings rose above them. The architecture was unlike anything he had ever seen. Elegant stone towers mixed with modern glass structures. Massive bridges connected buildings several stories above the ground, built to accommodate Avalon’s giant Amazon population. The streets bustled with activity. Amazon citizens moved through the city alongside smaller humans, shoppers carried bags from local markets, and colorful banners hung from nearly every building. “We’re actually here,” Ryder whispered. Marshall smiled. “Pretty amazing, isn’t it?” The caravan eventually came to a stop near a large public square filled with fountains, statues, and market stalls. Once everyone had gathered outside, Rex stood at the front of the group. “Alright, Group Seven.” The chatter died down. “You have four hours to explore Zordaya. Stay with at least one other person at all times, keep your communication devices on, and be back at this exact location when the timer expires.” He pointed toward the caravan. “Miss the departure, and you’ll be finding your own way back to the ship.” Several members of the group laughed nervously. Rex grinned. “I’m only half joking.” That got everyone’s attention. “Now go have fun.” The group quickly dispersed into smaller groups. Marshall, Ryder, and Rubble immediately gathered around a large city map mounted near the square. Ryder studied it carefully. A bright red sticker labeled YOU ARE HERE sat near the center. His eyes moved across the map. Markets. Museums. Historical landmarks. Gardens. Observation decks. Restaurants. There was so much to see. “I want to check out the market,” Ryder said. Marshall nodded. “Works for me.” Rubble pointed dramatically. “Market first. Adventure later.” And with that, the trio headed off. ⸻ The marketplace turned out to be even larger than they expected. Hundreds of vendors occupied winding pathways beneath colorful fabric awnings. The air smelled of spices, fresh bread, flowers, and foods Ryder couldn’t even identify. Everywhere he looked there was something new. Handcrafted jewelry. Paintings. Furniture. Decorative pottery. Avalonian textiles. Marshall found himself constantly stopping to admire the craftsmanship. These people take their work seriously, he thought. One vendor displayed rugs and carpets woven using traditional Avalonian techniques. Rubble immediately stopped. “Oh wow.” A large rug featuring an elaborate dragon design hung from one wall. The scales shimmered in the sunlight. “That thing is awesome.” Marshall laughed. “I knew you’d stop here.” Rubble looked genuinely tempted. “If I could fit that in my luggage, it’d already be mine.”The three continued wandering through the crowded market. Every turn revealed something new. Every street seemed more colorful than the last. For Ryder, it felt like stepping into another world. ⸻ Eventually, something unexpected caught Ryder’s attention. Near the edge of the market stood a large tent. Curious, he stepped inside. The moment he crossed the entrance, his eyes widened. The interior was enormous. Much larger than it appeared from outside. Rows and rows of shelves filled the space. At first Ryder couldn’t understand what he was looking at. Then realization struck. Baby products. Everywhere. Cribs. Highchairs. Changing tables. Clothing. Bottles. Pacifiers. Strollers. Everything looked familiar yet strangely oversized. The items were designed for Avalon. For Amazons. For the unique size differences that existed here. Ryder slowly wandered through the displays. His curiosity got the better of him. One shelf displayed colorful footed pajamas. He picked up a space-themed pair covered in stars, rockets, and smiling planets. The fabric felt incredibly soft. Without thinking, he held them against himself. His eyes drifted to the tag. 0-6 Months. Ryder blinked. The pajamas completely covered his body. Despite the label, they looked as though they would fit him perfectly. His cheeks immediately grew warm. They were ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. And yet…They were kind of adorable. Before he could think about it any longer, a voice spoke behind him. “Find something you like?” Ryder nearly jumped out of his skin. The pajamas slipped from his hands. Marshall. Standing there with a grin. Ryder’s face turned bright red. “N-no.” Marshall glanced at the pajamas. “The rocket ships are pretty cute.” “Marshall.” “What?” Ryder quickly picked them up and put them back. “I was just looking.” Marshall raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.” “I was.” Marshall chuckled. “Whatever you say.” Ryder quickly moved on. But Marshall noticed something. Throughout the rest of the store, Ryder kept stopping. A dinosaur onesie. A striped short-all outfit. Several colorful pacifiers. A collection of bottles. Every time, Ryder would examine the item for a few seconds before nervously putting it back. Marshall said nothing. But he paid attention. Interesting…He wasn’t judging. If anything, he felt a little sad watching Ryder constantly talk himself out of things that clearly made him happy. Maybe he’s worried what people would think. Marshall filed the thought away. Maybe later. ⸻ Near the back of the store stood a display of plush animals. This time Ryder stopped for much longer. Marshall noticed immediately. Unlike everything else, Ryder wasn’t blushing. He looked genuinely happy. Rows of colorful plush toys filled the shelves. Turtles. Monkeys. Dragons. Bears. Foxes. Each made using unique Avalonian fabrics and stitching techniques. The colors were vibrant and unlike anything sold back home. Ryder carefully picked up a turtle. Then a monkey. Then the turtle again. Then the monkey.For nearly ten minutes he debated. Marshall watched from a distance. The kid is really struggling with this decision. Eventually Ryder smiled. The monkey won. He carried it to the checkout counter with a look of quiet satisfaction. Marshall couldn’t help smiling. Good choice. Then his eyes drifted toward the turtle. Without saying anything, he made a mental note. Come back later. ⸻ After leaving the store, Ryder carried his purchase inside a shopping bag. He seemed happier somehow. Lighter. Marshall didn’t mention it. Instead, he purchased a beautifully crafted Avalonian notebook and matching pen from a nearby vendor. Something practical. Something he’d actually use. The trio continued exploring. Not long afterward they found Rubble standing at a food stall. He was enthusiastically eating a bright pink dessert that looked vaguely similar to watermelon. “What is that?” Ryder asked. Rubble swallowed dramatically. “The greatest thing I’ve ever tasted.” Marshall laughed. “That’s not an answer.” “I don’t know what it’s called,” Rubble admitted. “But if I disappear, tell everyone I died happy.” The three spent the next several hours wandering through the city market. They sampled foods. Took dozens of pictures. Admired street performers. Visited artisan shops. And simply soaked in the atmosphere of Avalon. For Ryder, every moment felt special. This was exactly what he had imagined when planning the trip. Maybe even better. Eventually a notification appeared on all of their phones. RETURN TO CARAVAN – GROUP SEVEN The four hours had somehow vanished. As they made their way back toward the square, Ryder glanced over his shoulder one final time at the sprawling market. He didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Marshall noticed. “Don’t worry.” Ryder looked up. “We’ll be back.” Ryder smiled. “I hope so.” Together, the three friends climbed back aboard the caravan. As the vehicle pulled away from the marketplace, Ryder clutched the shopping bag containing his new monkey plush. Outside, the city slowly disappeared behind them. But the memories of their first day in Avalon were only just beginning. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Amber looked and saw her mom with her little sister who clearly had stained cheeks and and reddish eyes from crying she looks extremely sad and guilty accompanying behind her was their mom, "okay Sherry want do you say to your cousin and your big sister?" The older woman asked in a kind but firm voice to the little six year old.
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