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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 7: The toy section felt almost like its own little world. Shelves were lined with plush animals of every kind—soft bears, colorful creatures, familiar characters—each one neatly arranged, waiting to be chosen. Jill slowed the stroller, giving Jack space to look, to take it all in. “Go ahead,” she said gently, unbuckling him. “You can look.” Jack slid down carefully, his feet hitting the floor as he held onto the edge of the shelf for balance. Flopsy stayed tucked in one arm as he reached out with the other, brushing his fingers over different plushies. He took his time. Some were soft, some were big, some made little crinkling sounds when he squeezed them. He picked one up, then another, quietly testing each one—not just looking, but feeling. Which one…? Then he saw it. A small dinosaur plush sat a little further down the shelf—a Triceratops, with soft green fabric, rounded features, and tiny horns that made it look more friendly than fierce. It didn’t stand out loudly like some of the others. But to Jack, it did. He stepped closer, reaching out and lifting it gently from its spot. The moment it was in his hands, something settled. This one. He held it close to his chest, instinctively, just like he did with Flopsy. “I think…” he murmured softly to it, his voice small and sincere, “we be best fwiends.” Jill watched from a few steps away, her expression softening. He knows, she thought. He always knows. Jack turned and walked back toward them, holding the dinosaur up slightly. “Look, Mama… Miss Lisa…” Lisa smiled immediately. “That’s a good choice,” she said warmly, giving a small nod toward Jill. “It suits him.” Jill smiled. “It really does.” Lisa waved a hand lightly. “Don’t worry about it—it’s on the house.” Jill hesitated. “Lisa, you don’t have to—” “It’s fine,” Lisa said gently. “Really.” Jack didn’t fully follow the exchange—but he understood enough. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Lisa in a small, grateful hug. “Fank you,” he said softly. Lisa blinked in slight surprise, then smiled, returning it gently. “You’re welcome.” As Jill settled him back into the stroller, Jack looked down at his new plush, studying it closely. It needs a name… He thought quietly, his fingers tracing along its soft fabric. Something good… something that fits… His mind wandered for a moment, then landed. “Trike,” he said softly, nodding to himself. “Your name Trike.” It felt right. He smiled faintly, hugging both Flopsy and Trike close before relaxing back into the stroller. Jill gathered the few items they needed and checked out, thanking Lisa again before heading toward the restroom. “Come on,” she said gently, stopping just outside. “Quick check, then we’ll head home.” She lifted Jack from the stroller, but as she did, he reached back instinctively. “Trike…” Jill paused. “We’ll leave him here for a minute, okay? He’ll be right here when we come back.” Jack hesitated, his grip tightening slightly. But I just got him… “No, sweetheart,” Jill said softly, but firmly. “He’ll stay in the stroller.” That was enough. The feeling came fast—too fast for him to stop it. His face crumpled, and the first sob broke through before he could hold it back. “No—no—!” he cried, reaching back toward the stroller. Jill sighed quietly, trying to stay calm. “Jack, it’s just for a minute—” But he was already overwhelmed. Tears spilled freely—big, heavy ones—his whole body reacting at once. He kicked slightly, his hands reaching out again and again. “I want him—!” he sobbed, his voice breaking. Jill carried him into the restroom, trying to soothe him as she went. “Hey… hey, it’s okay. He’s right outside, we’ll get him right after—” But he couldn’t settle. Everything hit at once—the long day, the earlier emotions, the attachment to something new. It all overflowed. By the time she laid him down on the changing pad, he was fully crying—loud, shaky, unable to calm himself. Jill worked as gently and quickly as she could, her voice soft the whole time. “I know… I know, sweetheart… just a second…” But Jack was wet, uncomfortable, and completely caught in the moment. His cries echoed in the small space, his face flushed, his body tense. Why can’t I have him…? his thoughts spiraled, even if they didn’t fully form into words. Jill tried everything—soft reassurances, gentle touches—but nothing seemed to break through. The crying didn’t stop. It only wore itself out. Little by little, the intensity faded—not because he felt better, but because he had nothing left to give. His sobs turned into quiet whimpers… then uneven breaths… …and finally, sleep. Jill paused, looking down at him as he lay there, tear-streaked and exhausted. Her chest tightened. That was a lot for him… She finished carefully, then lifted him back into her arms, holding him close. When she stepped out, Lisa and a couple of employees had clearly heard everything. Their expressions were gentle—not judgmental, just understanding. Jill shifted Jack slightly in her arms, offering a small, apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry about that…” Lisa shook her head softly. “Hey… it’s okay,” she said. “Really.” Jill nodded, though the feeling lingered. She placed Jack back into the stroller, making sure he was comfortable, then gently set Trike back into his arms. He didn’t stir. Jill gave Lisa one last grateful look. “Thank you. For everything.” “Anytime,” Lisa replied. The walk out felt quieter than before. Jill pushed the stroller slowly, glancing down at Jack as he slept, both Flopsy and Trike tucked close against him. It’s been a long day, she thought. But even with the meltdown, even with the emotions—there was still something steady underneath it all. They were learning. They were figuring it out. Together. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
Dunno. Burritos are an option. Chicken and fries are another idea. I got food and sometimes get indecision paralysis. -
Chapter 7 The wolf and fox in charge introduced themselves as both being named Frank, and gave a rundown of the plan for the next few weeks. The first step would be that everyone would embed in a high performing team in this office and observe how they go about their work. Because of the number of them and the number of available teams, they would be paired off. Petunia was paired with Moon and Tarkik, and they were told what conference room to go to for their team’s sprint kickoff. As an individual contributor, Tarkik had always hated sprint meetings. At the start of the week, everyone checks their email until it’s time for them to say what they plan to do that week, then every day you have a standup where everyone checks their email until it’s time to say what you got done so far, which is never as much as you planned to because of interruptions, and then at the end of the sprint the stuff you didn’t finish carried over to the next sprint. Aput had left in the middle of the previous sprint, so Tarkik kept having the meetings, but it wouldn’t surprise him if the team got more done than usual while he was at the summit because they had more time because of fewer meetings. He didn’t know if that would reflect poorly on him as a manager, or well if he took the hint. Tarkik, Moon, and Petunia arrived at their assigned conference room first. The chairs in this room were all wolf-sized. As the five wolf-and-fox members of the team arrived, the wolves sat in chairs, then lifted their foxes into their laps. The team managers were another wolf-and-fox, and Tarkik reflected that language typically evolves faster than organisms and there probably needed to be a linguistic construction for a single person consisting of two animals that’s different from regular plural. And then the managers explained why Tarkik, Moon, and Petunia were there, and then started the meeting, and it became abundantly clear that whatever they’d been doing back in Arctica, they weren’t sprints. First, nobody was checking their email. Moon had said that foxes don’t have their own phones here because they have nowhere to carry them, but the wolves weren’t using them either, and the only laptop in sight belonged to the managers. Second, the team members weren’t the ones planning what they were going to do. The managers gave an overview of the features the team would spend the sprint implementing, then broke them down into component parts: the protocol the client and server would use to communicate, changes to the database schema, whether the feature flags to enable it would be an on-off switch or a fraction of users, and then aspects of the user interface to the feature and how the server would store the data or communicate with other internal service. Team members would chime in with concerns about hard ordering constraints, then every member of the team would take a card from a special deck in secret—wolves and foxes had their own decks, and hid their choices from each other until it was time to reveal, though they pretty commonly came up with the same number—and revealed them all at the same time, then if there was a lot of disagreement they would have a discussion. It wasn’t clear what the numbers meant, and considering they were working in computers Tarkik was surprised they weren’t powers of 2. “They’re Fibonacci numbers,” Moon whispered during a brief pause after Tarkik asked him and Petunia about them. “If they used powers of 2, I guess you could only split a task in half, but this way you can split a 13 into an 8 and a 5.” That made some sense; also, Tarkik’s opinion of Moon rose even higher. If Sun hadn’t died, they probably would have been successful professionals, and it was a waste that the only work Moon could get without him was unskilled labor. The meeting continued until all the planned features had been voted on and assigned whatever the numbers meant, so of course there was some diaper usage before that was finished. The fox manager shat himself unstealthily before continuing the list of features, and Tarkik was almost certain a vixen team member had shifted in her bitch’s lap to make space to fill her diaper without it being squished against herself immediately. Also Tarkik wet himself, since that was inevitable. He was sure he could hear the hiss of his urine splashing against the thin inner layer of plastic behind the fake cloth cover of the diaper, which meant Petunia, closer to his crotch with more sensitive ears, must have heard it as well. Strangely, when he finished he heard some kind of buzzing noise from her, like her phone was giving a notification while in silent mode, but slightly longer than you’d expect. It stopped soon after; maybe it was two chat messages back to back. The meeting ended at around 11:30. The wolf manager and the bitch individual contributor near Tarkik offered the fox manager and the vixen in her lap diaper changes, plus a bottom-cumming and a pussy-eating respectively, which drew some surprise from Petunia. Tarkik pulled his phone from his laptop bag and checked his calendar app. The Franks had added him to the summit schedule, and he announced to Moon and Petunia that they were scheduled for a lunch break, which they should take with members of the team if possible; after lunch they’d observe the team working on the sprint items, again without participating. “Do you need your diaper changed?” Moon asked Tarkik. “I don’t know,” Tarkik said. “How do you not know?” Moon asked. “Well you said this morning my diaper had more room in it. It would be bad if I leaked, but I don’t want to waste time or diapers on unnecessary changes. How do I know if I need one?” “If you ask me to change you, I will,” Moon said. “But also, you pee like a wolf. You let it all out at once. Foxes let it out as soon as they have any.” “That’s probably because foxes here never learn to hold it because they know they’ll be in diapers their whole lives,” Tarkik said. “Probably,” Moon agreed, not realizing Tarkik meant to imply that was a bad thing. “So should we go to lunch?” Petunia asked. “Actually we have to find Animal Resources and make sure Moon’s getting paid for this.” “Okay,” Petunia said. “Try to find us later.” As she walked away with some members of the team who didn’t need to give or receive diaper changes, Tarkik was sure he heard the buzzing noise again. Tarkik looked up where Animal Resources was in the company directory on his phone, then went to the elevators and pressed the up button. When it arrived, he pressed the button for the eighth floor. “Hold it!” yelled Arturo, sprinting for the elevator. Tarkik managed to hit the door open button in time, and Arturo reached for the eighth floor button as well before finding it was already pressed. “You’re headed to Animal Resources too, huh?” he asked as the elevator started moving. “Yeah, I might have a way out of this Performance Improvement Plan for all of us. I walked into a washroom, and Frank the fox was on the diaper changing table, and Frank the wolf was fucking him in the ass!” “You’ve taken manager training, right?” asked Tarkik. “You should know that’s inappropriate language for the workplace.” “What would you call it?” Arturo retorted. “Frank was cumming Frank’s bottom?” Tarkik offered. “That sounds like how you’d explain it to children,” Arturo said. “That was how they explained it to us as children,” Moon said. “Long before we were able to do it ourselves, of course, but we needed to understand what we were seeing.” “You think sodomy is appropriate for the workplace?” Arturo asked as the elevator door opened and they all stepped out. “I don’t,” Tarkik said, “but they do. You might be about to complain about anal sex during a diaper change to someone who just had anal sex during a diaper change.” Arturo looked at Tarkik in his wet diaper, then Moon. “This country is fucked up,” he said, pressing the down button on the elevator panel. It may have been an inappropriate way of saying it, but Tarkik didn’t disagree. Animal Resources had a take-a-number system, and there was nobody in line, so a wolf-and-fox were able to see Moon and Tarkik quickly in a small conference room where they could speak privately. “Customs assigned me a Temporary Wolf when I entered the country, so we need to get him added to the payroll for the two weeks I’ll be here.” “We don’t hire animals just because Customs tells us to,” the wolf said. “For that matter, Customs didn’t even tell us to, they told you.” “Yes, but I need to be here for my job, and if he’s not getting paid and isn’t allowed to be here then he won’t be, which is illegal for both of us,” Tarkik argued. “Which is why foxes and wolves from other countries are only asked to travel to Wolfoxia if it’s absolutely necessary,” the wolf replied as the fox watched silently, “and when they are, we send one of the other with them so we know we can trust who they’re bringing into the building with them.” “That actually makes less sense,” Tarkik said. “If I’d brought a wolf employee from Arctica, you’d pay him to be here doing nothing but looking after me instead of his regular job. And based on when my train left yesterday you won’t get one on today’s train, so if you want to send one from there, he’d get here tomorrow night, so I’d miss two days of my summit which might make the whole thing moot. Plus under Arctic law we both might be able to make a sexual harassment case, and not against each other.” “Again, only if absolutely necessary,” the wolf said. “The only higher travel restriction is we never send a doe rabbit to Arborea under any circumstances.” “What counts as ‘absolutely necessary’?” Tarkik asked. “My continued employment depending on it? Because if a snowshoe hare would have a chance to keep their job and an arctic fox wouldn’t, that’s species discrimination.” “We would make other arrangements in that case. He’s not doing anything else for you, is he? We can give someone a temp or contractor badge if it’s a disability accommodation, like a sign language interpreter, but changing their fox’s diaper is an inherent responsibility of a wolf. Like we don’t pay you to breathe.” “Is ‘not having a wolf’ a disability?” Tarkik asked. The wolf and fox looked at each other nervously. It wasn’t a physical disability, but Tarkik thought it might be considered a societal disability, and he definitely had it. “You know, your contractor thing is a great idea too, because I could just have him send me an invoice when I get back to Arctica and put it on my expense report. I’d have to look up how much you have to pay someone to change an adult’s diaper. I bet it’s a lot.” And he wouldn’t be afraid of wasting diapers if he did that, because they were going on the expense account too. “Does he have any other skills?” The fox asked finally. Moon wore an expression that said ‘no’. “When wolves and foxes were first paired up, they had to play around with the pairings a little, because, for example, there weren’t exactly the same number of architects, but if you paired one with a civil or structural engineer, they could still work together doing different aspects of the same job. Does he have a skill that could fit with you, even if it’s not as a manager?” “What were you studying before—” Tarkik caught himself before mentioning Sun. “Before you had to stop?” “Math,” Moon said. That was actually really useful. “Did you have to take any programming courses?” Tarkik asked. “We only finished the introductory one.” “Software Engineering intern?” Tarkik suggested to the pair from Animal Resources. “Not the most qualified candidate,” the wolf said. “He’s available on short notice for two weeks in the middle of the term and he doesn’t have a permanent fox,” Tarkik said. “He’s uniquely qualified.” The wolf and fox looked at each other in that known-each-other-their-whole-lives way, but it was clear that Tarkik had alternatives that were entirely justifiable and either worse legally or more expensive. Moon presented the temporary ID card and got his account info out of his banking app for the single direct deposit he would get, and he and Tarkik were sent on their way with instructions to stop off at badging before the end of the day. “Sorry I couldn’t get you a full share of my salary, but I think this is more than fair for what you’ll be doing,” Tarkik said as they waited for the elevator to the ground floor for lunch. “How much does a Software Engineering intern get paid a week?” Moon asked. When Tarkik told him, Moon fell to his knees and hugged him tightly. It didn’t seem like that much money to Tarkik compared to his salary as a manager, but for someone who couldn’t get any other steady job, it was life changing. -
By Goodnitesboi · Posted
Oh. Yeah, they did. I'm surprised though. Crinklz and Foresite seem so popular with the ABDL community. -
By NorthShoreAdam · Posted
Sorry, but sales of Crinklz and Forsite products dropped below level needed to import them in bulk. They were very old designs and most customers preferred newer designs. We hope to launch some newer designs in the future to replace them.
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