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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Ana and Matheson went to different costumes and took different pictures, they weren't going to get any costumes now as this was just to show what kind of costumes are there and then let the girls take, as they looked at the different costumes Ana did think about a family costumes Batman could work as there were plenty of female characters. She could imagine Alice, Emily and Madison as either Catwoman or baby doll or maybe go as some characters from a video game could work like Resident Evil. After getting a lot of pictures of the different costumes they then went to the Halloween decorations. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I had the same ideas as you, look how that turned out?" Alice said to Emily showing off her full diaper which was getting a bit clammy and uncomfortable to wear. Meanwhile Camilla was watching the whole thing unfold, she knew that Alice had lied about Emily not needing wanting to go to the bathroom and having trouble. But decided to keep that a little secret until Ana came back with Madison to see what she would think about what to do. -
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By astrodiaper · Posted
Payday @ 5:20, so it might be Carl's Jr.'s grilled cheese breakfast sandwiches. 2 for $5....bacon....that sounds like that might be my plan if everything goes the way I suspect it will. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
136. My Details I took a long deep breath, and ticked off my current task from the ‘to do’ list. There were so many little jobs to do, and sometimes it felt like I was turning into a glorified secretary for all of my teams, but I was making progress. And, in fact, I had made enough progress for the day, so I was free to think about going home. I wouldn’t clock out yet, though. I was on target with all my work, which meant that I was free to chat online for a few minutes; or at least to catch up with the latest messages on the forum for The Baby Button. And that was starting to become the routine I ended each day with, because I was desperate to know now who the littles in Upper Ashfields were. There was going to be a convention; an in-person meeting of littles and mommies, with TheAuthor’sLittleSister and possibly some other authors appearing as special guests. And since I had first heard about the event, the planning had gone ahead at considerable speed. It had moved from Greater Ashfields to Upper Ashfields, and now was being organised using the same administration systems I had designed for the secret meeting about the Striker movie. That meant that the organisation had been taken over by someone who worked for SYL, and had the support of management. Of course, I doubted that they would have told anyone what the meeting was really about. But back when I’d panicked over someone spying on my web browsing, Bracewell had reassured me that the company didn’t care. As long as it was all consensual, we weren’t permitted to judge. I couldn’t work out who it was. Little Vicky, who was doing most of the legwork to get the event organised, didn’t leave any clues as to her real identity. But she had to either be connected to an employee recreation club in Upper Ashfields, have gotten permission from a manager, or be in management herself. And I just wanted to know how there could have been other littles at my company, working on the same campus, without me becoming aware of it. Of course, if they were on the other side of the site I might never have met them. Upper Ashfields was small by the standards of towns in the area, but it was huge compared to most corporate offices; and there was no way anyone could know the name of every employee. Still, I was curious. I’d started trying to work it out when I thought Ffrances had met another little here; which would at least have been a clue. But now I knew that she’d been talking about Tess’s friend, I thought that it was probably safe to assume that the littles were nobody I knew. But then… the mysterious Cain Gordon made me think again. He worked in another building, but he’d transferred from this office at about the same time I moved here. And he had practically said that his little was in my building. Who could it be? And could she be Little Sister’s friend Vicky? Obviously, I had checked for any Vickys in the building directory, and found some excuse to speak to each of them. But they were all older, or way too serious to ever be littles. I finished catching up with the forums, and there was nothing new. I really wanted to tell Vicky that I was actually coming; and that I might be able to bring my littles. But I had to ask them about it first, and I didn’t know what Ffrances would think about being regressed in public. Still, when I thought about it like that, it gave me a new idea. I hadn’t managed to find out anything about the people who I would be trusting with my secret; but Ffrances was more sociable and charismatic than me in a lot of situations. So perhaps if I asked her to join the forums and talk to people, she might check out the gossip around this convention and decide if it was something she was willing to do. And I wouldn’t be surprised if she could figure out before I would whether all of the people involved could be trusted to keep our secrets. It took me a couple of minutes to compose an email; trying to make it sound like something I was merely curious about, rather than something I wanted to persuade her to try. I didn’t want to push too hard, because that might put her off. And then I started thinking about the next step; how I would persuade Tess. I was sure that seeing adult babies would help her get over some of her hangups about letting her little side out; but persuading her to go out regressed would probably be a big challenge. On the other hand, if I could persuade Ffrances that Tess was incapable of making healthy decisions, there was a chance we could keep her regressed to a point where she wouldn’t argue with the adults. Before I could think too much more about that, a ping from my phone told me that the new chapter of The Baby Button had been posted. Well, I didn’t have anything better to do, and I started to read. But I’d barely gotten through the first paragraph when I was distracted again. “Hey,” Carter said with a smile. “I’ve got the catering budget for site three sorted, and all the incidental work done. Is it okay if I leave a few minutes early? My… uhh… My boyfriend’s waiting in the lobby, we’re house hunting, and it’ll be easier to get to Ellisberg on time if we leave before rush hour.” I glanced down at the timesheets on my computer, and confirmed that she’d done all the tasks assigned to her on the activity tracking system. As the most senior person in the office, it was my privilege to say if she could go home early. But today, I really couldn’t see any reason to argue. Maybe I was being too nice, but Carter seemed to have been doing pretty well lately. I told her she could go, and smiled after her as she walked towards the lobby. Maybe it was just because life was going so well for me at home, but I found that the happiness of my colleagues was a big motivator as well. I didn’t want to be the roadblock on the way to anyone else’s happiness; not when there was little enough work for her to do in the next fifteen minutes. Then I went back to reading The Baby Button, and this time there were no interruptions. It kept me hooked until I’d finished reading it; and after that I felt obligated to let everyone know how much I was looking forward to the next chapter. Little Sister’s comment at the end of the chapter, saying that the next one might be delayed because she had a lot of things to organise for the convention, only made me more certain that I needed to be quick getting Ffrances and Tess on board with the idea of going to an event like that. I left a comment anyhow, wishing her good luck with the event, and I’d almost finished typing it when an email demanded my attention. Tyler Walthamstone wanted to talk. That was weird; I was surprised he even remembered me. But when I read the email, I discovered that he still thought he had photos of him doing things with an inflatable unicorn that some of his fans would probably disapprove of, and their parents certainly would. He was hoping to trade something for the photos, hoping that he could buy my silence. But all he could offer was a selection of random junk. Like his personal pictures from the set of Striker, or mugs with the movie’s title on. Those would probably be worth something to a collector, especially if the title ended up being changed before it was actually announced. But I didn’t need things like that; and the connections between SYL and Claughton meant that trying to sell something like that, or share it with the rest of the world, would probably cost me my job and my reputation. I wrote back saying that I wasn’t really interested in his secrets, because my only interest was in the movie itself. I just wanted it to be made without any divas causing delays. This time, there was nothing else to demand my attention before I headed home. The house was empty. That was a bit of a surprise, until I checked the calendar by the door. Ffrances was working late. Spike and Tess were at Pine Ridge for an outpatient checkup. A printed appointment slip was stuck to the notice board, which said it was for Spike; but I guessed that must have been because they were more worried about him. Tess was going with him, and they could make sure she was okay too. Some scrawled notes on the calendar indicated that they were going to have dinner in the volunteer café, and that Ffrances would join them if she had time away from work; and then they were planning to spend some time in the gym. It still seemed strange to see that boy’s schedule on the little calendar. But I was slowly getting used to his presence, and accepting that he wouldn’t try to cause any trouble for us. Still, his presence made it harder to show Ffrances that Tess wasn’t ready to make adult decisions; because I had so little opportunity to do anything without the rest of them seeing. Today was my chance. I had half an hour before any of the others arrived. I went up to the nursery, and as I had expected I found that Tess hadn’t taken her laptop with her. She wouldn’t, if she was going to the gym for some kind of physio after whatever Torrance had done to them. And that gave me a rare chance to check out her FriendSpace. And this time, I was looking for something specific rather than just hoping for a message from her friends. I searched her news stream, and scrolled back until I found the articles that I had shared a year before. Now, if I commented on them as Tess, there would be a date. But if I left a review of one of the ABDL companies, there was no date shown. And I knew that some ads would show me if one of my friends had left a positive review, which left a way that I could have discovered it when I came to show Ffrances. If Tess wrote something that implied she wasn’t exploring this arena safely, I was sure that my fiancée would be happy to help me take control of her regression again. Just for her safety. I stared at the screen for several minutes. It was deceptive, I knew, but I told myself that it was for her own good. She felt like she had to be a grown up, and she needed a push to remind her that she was just a little. I was sure that one more push was all that would be needed, especially when she was surrounded by other littles and could see how much fun they were having. I told myself that she needed this; that without it, there would be no release valve for all the pressure she was putting herself under, with her parents’ expectations. I couldn’t do it. It felt like I was setting up some kind of dirty trick, not just teaching her to accept herself. There must be a better way to do this. So I didn’t post a second review; I just left the one I had already done. And I promised myself that once Tess felt secure enough to accept her little side, I would be completely honest. I should be able to just tell her what she needed, not relying on this kind of trickery. I still needed to check on her diaper stash, though. She had almost stopped wearing the cute ones for the changing table, instead using ugly medical brands. She had so many of them that they were hidden in a box under her bed, not fitting into the space in the changing table. I checked the pack that was currently open, using a pin to make tiny holes in several of the remaining ones. If I could just convince her that they were less reliable, she would have a practical excuse to wear the ones that she looked cute in; and there would be no reason for her to feel embarrassed about looking as cute as she wanted to. It was a task I’d done a few times before, but I found it hard this time. I didn’t want to upset my little, even knowing she would thank me for it in the long run. But it was good that I did, because I discovered something that I really should have known about before. There was a pharmacy receipt in with the diapers. She was billing them to her parents’ medical insurance company. Now, that made me understand that there was no need to worry about the cost. But it also told me that she was lying to a doctor, telling them that this was something she actually needed. And that was a problem that needed to be dealt with. Perhaps, in the right context, this form would be the evidence I needed to convince Ffrances that our little needed more adult control in her life. I took the form. Three items, dispensed to fill a prescription written by a Dr Lutwa. That barely told me anything; but it was the first step towards finding out the truth. One little detail that could unravel a whole web of lies. -
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