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By littlepunkgrrrlie · Posted
I would love to see a story that tackled aging littles well, but it will have to be someone else besides me. I have parrots that are going to live, hopefully, for 30 years and aging littles makes me think of aging parrots who outlive their human companion. There's got to be a really cute, fun story about a 50-60 year old Little who gets adopted after losing their CG because there are so many heartwarming stories of adopting or rescuing old Cockatoos or Macaws or African Greys. But still, my heart... As a bird mom I can't be the one who writes that but there's something there. -
By ChampTehOtter · Posted
Thank you! I hope you enjoy what comes next!! Chapter 5: The Next Morning Frank woke up as the light from the window streamed over his face. He held a hand up and blinked at the brightness. "Ugh..." he said sitting up. "Leandra..." Frank turned to tell Leandra to let down the shades, but he was alone. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. He would have gone right back to sleep if he didn't feel a certain telltale twinge in his bladder. Reluctantly, Frank got out of bed only to be immediately reminded of what he was wearing. It was a diaper – thankfully dry – with Gerard's signatures on each tape. The alcohol had helped him sleep soundly but as a consequence he had to piss like a racehorse. He considered just going to the bathroom to relieve himself, but he knew he had to prove he made it through the night or he'd just have to wear another diaper tomorrow. It was stupid, but he decided to just get it over with and go looking for Gerard or Leandra. He spotted some clothes on the dresser. Leandra must have left them for him. At least they were something he actually needed. Gerard and Leandra were already in the kitchen chatting and drinking coffee. They giggled at the sight of Frank wandering in in clothes that were just a little bit too big for him. He looked like a kid who had raided Daddy's dresser. "What's so funny?" said Frank, annoyed that they were already so awake and chipper. "Nothing, you just look cute is all," said Leandra. "Not my fault they don't fit," said Frank. "You're getting me new clothes today, right?" "Sure am," said Gerard. "I'll need your pants and shirt that you wore here to make sure I can match the sizes easily," he said. "Yeah, sure, they're in the bedroom," he said. "Leandra can get them for you." "Yeah, no. You'll be getting those yourself, buddy," said Leandra, raising her eyebrows and taking a sip. Her hair was still down, she was wearing the same dress she'd had on last night, and she looked positively radiant. She reminded Frank of the girl he'd met in college. Again, something stirred within him, an attraction he'd long forgotten. He was brought out of his reverie by Gerard's warm voice. "Let's see how you did," he said, getting off his seat and reaching for Frank's pants. Frank pulled back. "I can do it myself!" He then hesitated a moment as he held his own hand over the button. He was really doing this. He pulled them down, and looked away, blushing. "There. See?" "Good job, buddy," said Gerard. "You stayed dry all night!" Frank twisted up his face, embarrassed at being praised for something that most people over three could do without a problem. "Now can I take them off and go to the bathroom? I've gotta piss like a racehorse." "Yeah, sure," said Gerard, looking at Leandra and chuckling. "You don't have to ask my permission to use the bathroom." Frank's face went red. "I didn't... you..." His mouth flapped like a fish as he realized what he'd done. He might as well have pulled Gerard into the bathroom with him to supervise. Gerard had already turned to Leandra and started speaking. "Does he need to wear during the day too?" "N-no," started Frank, but Leandra spoke over him. "Oh, he'll be fine, I think. As long as he has access to the bathroom it shouldn't be a problem. He's just got a small bladder." "I gotta go," Frank finally said, realizing that his bladder probably wouldn't hold out long enough to explain himself. He was fully aware that he was just proving his wife's point, but he couldn't fight nature and didn't want to piss himself in front of them trying. "Looks like he's already got the right idea," Gerard said to Leandra. "Boy, you weren't wrong about him. He's gonna be easy to convert. Sure is cute like that," he added, already thinking about the kinds of clothes he would get the guy. "You know, I have to agree," said Leandra, laughing behind her hand. "Cuter than he is most days. I think it suits him. Maybe it's time we start adding some more things to the shopping list." Gerard grinned and stood up. "I'll grab the shopping list." By the time Frank came back, Gerard was gone. "Is it just us now?" he asked. "Yeah," said Leandra. "Gerard is out shopping." "Oh," said Frank. "I didn't get to put anything on the list." "No worries," said Leandra, barely containing a smirk. "I told him what you need." "Hey, what was up with last night when you said I needed diapers? You know that's not true." "What would you like me to tell him? That you were just trying them out to be kinky?" Frank's eyes went wide, as he thought about how much worse that sounded. "I was just covering your ass since he noticed your diaper when you came in," she continued. "You should be thanking me." "Yeah, but... did he really have to see me getting changed?" "Yes," she said simply, and left it at that. Frank shook his head and wandered off to the living room to watch TV. Meanwhile, Gerard was checking his list, having just arrived at the local Bullseye for some shopping. "Let's see... beer, wine, apple juice for the little guy..." After he stocked the cart up with food, he wandered over to the boys' clothing section. While Frank was flipping through the channels, Gerard was combing through the boys' section looking for the most kiddish clothing he could find in Frank's size, sending pictures of his favorites to Leandra for a second opinion. "This ought to do nicely," said Gerard, holding up Frank's shirt to a shirt emblazoned with cartoon characters. He and Leandra were both excited to see how Frank would look in his new outfits. His boyish good looks would go well with them, almost like they were finally finding the clothes he was meant to be in. Gerard found himself chubbing up at the thought as he wheeled his way to the checkout counter. Meanwhile, Frank was bored as he flipped through the channels. "Doesn't he have any Sports channels on here?" he complained aloud. "I'm sure he does, Frank. You're just looking for reasons to complain," called Leandra from the kitchen. She was reading her romance novel and snacking lightly on some cheese while Frank stewed in the living room. What he really wanted was some porn, but Gerard had his phone, and he had no way to get online. "Hey," he called, leaping to his feet. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it. "Does Gerard have a computer? He's gotta have a computer..." "I'm sure he does, Frank. You can ask him when he gets home." The finality of her voice told Frank he would not be allowed to try and find it himself. He slumped back on the couch, crossing his arms. Aside from his frequent trips to the bathroom he hadn't done anything all day except sit in front of the TV bored. He hadn't even been able to find any beer in the house, much to his annoyance. What, exactly, did Gerard expect him to do with himself all day? That's when he heard the key in the door. "Finally!" he said to himself, leaping to his feet as Gerard came in carrying several grocery bags. "Oh good, you're here-" began Frank, who then had the bags shoved into his arms. "Yes, make yourself useful and take these," said Gerard. "I have more in the car." Frank was annoyed by Gerard's tone, but he was much too preoccupied by the sudden load of groceries in his arms to reply. He hurried them over to the kitchen table, scooching Leandra off her chair as he put down everything. "I've got more out here," called Gerard, and once Frank confirmed that there was no beer among the groceries Gerard had handed him, he went right out. If he was hoping to find the beer in Gerard's car, he was to be sorely disappointed, instead, Gerard held out several packs of pull-ups and diapers in his size for him to bring inside. "Hey, what the heck is this all for?" asked Frank, incredulous that Gerard had brought him more diapers. "I thought you said we were gonna wait and see!" "That was before I saw the state of your clothes. Did you think I wouldn't notice the wet spots in your underwear and in the front of your pants?" Frank blushed. Gerard had indeed noticed the results of his poor bathroom habits. Failing to shake and make sure he was finished completely before stuffing his member back into his pants was Frank's M.O. "Not to mention what I saw in the back of your pants. Besides, your wife was kind enough to put them on the shopping list for you. You don't have to be embarrassed, Frankie. I can tell that you were trying to prove something, but there are no secrets in this house." "But.. I ... you..." Frank was speechless. He was extremely embarrassed that Gerard had brought up the skid marks in his undies. "Th-those are private! You shouldn't be looking at my underwear anyway. And what's the big idea calling me Frankie?" "Are we going to have an attitude problem, Frankie?" asked Gerard, cocking his eyebrow. "Have you been keeping my pants dry, buddy? I think we had better check." Gerard reached down for Frank's pants, but Frank leapt back. "N-no! I mean... Yeah... I mean... can we talk about this inside?" he asked, saying the last part through gritted teeth. They were out in the open and this conversation was already getting way too personal for public consumption. "Sure thing, bud," said Gerard, handing Frank the packs of diapers and pull-ups. "Then go ahead and take these to your room. I've got your clothes too, and I'll be wanting mine back. Probably need a wash already," Gerard said, muttering the last part to himself. Frank stomped inside blushing so hard his ears were burning. He couldn't believe he was being made to bring in his own diapers by the well-meaning if misinformed Gerard. How was he ever going to convince this man that he didn't need them if Leandra kept sabotaging him? Of course he didn't consider for a second about how his bathroom habits may have contributed to this outcome. Frank quickly tossed all the packs on the bedroom floor and ran back out to the living room, leaving them behind as quickly as he could. He came into the kitchen just in time to see Gerard setting down the last of the foodstuffs, and his eyes zeroed in on the case of beer sitting on the counter. "Oh, thank god. Beer!" he said, rushing up to grab some. "Ah, ah, ah!" said Gerard, snatching the case away, and setting it up on a high shelf. "Not for you, buddy." "What do you mean?" whined Frank, unable to comprehend why anyone would separate him from his beloved golden beverage. "I mean what I said. No more beer for you. I've seen what alcohol does to your mood, not that Leandra didn't warn me, and it's clear that it doesn't agree with you. I've gotten you plenty of apple juice instead. That's much better for you, I think." Frank followed Gerard's gaze to the bottles of apple juice that were still on the kitchen counter. "Why don't you put some in the fridge so you have cold juice for later?" asked Gerard. Frank frowned, and looked from the apple juice to the beer, but Gerard fixed him with a stare that told him it was not a question, and he found himself hurrying to do as he was told. Somehow, knowing that he was being made to help with this foolishness – having to carry his own diapers to his room and stock his juice in the fridge – it made things much worse in Frank's mind. Worst of all was the fact that when Gerard had fixed him with that stare, Frank felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach connected right to his cock. That fact that Frank was now chubbing up for no reason only made him more upset. Then, as he was putting the last few bottles that would fit in the fridge, he remembered something that made him feel a little better. "Oh!" he said, popping his head out of the fridge "Hey, Gerard. Do you have a computer?" "Yeah, bud. Why? Do you want some online time?" "Yeah!" Frank said. At least he could spend some time making his own fun. That was probably why he was so trigger happy in his pants. "I don't know, Leandra, do you think he's earned it?" Frank had forgotten his wife was even there. He looked over to her as she put her finger on her chin as if deep in thought. "Gee, I don't know. All he's done all day is be a lump on the couch and complain. Pretty sure complaining is against the rules. Anyway, I think he's had enough screen time for one day." "Aww, come on," said Frank. "I've been bored all day!" Gerard responded, ignoring Frank. "Well, maybe if he's very good and helps put away all the groceries, I'll think about it." Frank rushed to help, knowing that he would tear his hair out if he had to spend another day without banging one out to his favorite porn site. He certainly wasn't going to spend the day with those two. Gerard and Leandra chuckled as they watched Frank hurry to get it all done. "See? He can be a good helper with the right motivation," said Leandra, with a sly grin. "Hey! Be careful, Frankie. You know better than to run through the house!" Frank looked like a scolded child as he slowed his movement, too preoccupied with the promised reward to realize just how childish he appeared right then with how they were treating him. "Great job, bud!" said Gerard, when Frank was all finished. Frank had been standing proudly when he finished, showing them that he could do a good job, but it only took a word from Gerard to make him realize he was being talked down to once again. Frank opened his mouth to say something, but Gerard handed him a couple more items. "Go ahead and take these into the bathroom, bud. Ooh, and judging by your breath you need it!" Surprised, Frank looked down at what he had in his hands. A kid's electric toothbrush, with cartoon characters on it, sparkly pink toothpaste and... "Bubblegum mouthwash?!" "Yes, you didn't have any toiletries, so I got them for you. Now go put them in your bathroom. And brush your teeth while you're at it." "But these are for kids," Frank whined, looking up at Gerard. "I said March. Do I need to remind you of the rule about doing as you're told?" "No, Gerard," said Frank, scowling. He stomped off to the bathroom and did as he was told, hating the sweet taste of the bubblegum flavored toothpaste and bubble gum mouthwash. "He's gonna have to have an attitude adjustment pretty soon," said Gerard to Leandra as Frankie stomped off. "Yeah," she said, "and I think I have just the idea..." ***** "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WEAR PULL-UPS?!" yelled Frank, when he got into the bedroom. He had been told to go there to change into his new clothes, but he never expected this. "Sorry, bud," said Geerard. "I thought you'd like them more than your diapers, but we can go back if you want." "I. Don't. Want. Diapers. Or pull-ups. I want undies!" Well you're certainly not going to wear my underwear," said Gerard. "And I'll kindly ask you to lower your voice. I shouldn't even have to tell you that that's a rule here" "But... but..." "Rule number one: You will respect my property. I told you that last night, and the pull-ups are part of it. Now how about you stop sulking and take a look at your new clothes." Frank's mood lightened ever so slightly at the prospect of having clothes that fit him again. Anyway it would be nice not to have Gerard nitpicking the condition of his pants. Frank dumped out the bags on the bed as Gerard and Leandra looked on intently, but immediately recoiled at what he saw. There on the bed were clothes that he would never have picked in a million years. He picked up a dinosaur footed sleeper complete with back spines and tail. He held it between his thumb and forefinger as if it was hazardous waste. "Ugh... Really? These clothes are all so... childish!" "Frankie!" said Leandra. "I can't believe you! Gerard bought these with his own money. He didn't have to get anything for you." Gerard came up to Frank and put a hand on his shoulder. "Remember what we talked about last night? No complaining in my house. I got these for you, did you forget the rule?" "No..." muttered Frank, looking down at the floor. Leandra's voice piped in. "Frankie. What do we say?" Frank glared at his wife as she mouthed 'thank you'. Frank looked down at the floor, angry, his cheeks burning. "Thank you," he said, finally. Gerard smiled and patted his shoulder. "You're welcome, buddy. Now why don't you try it on?" -
Hi @CptKirk, I'm glad to see you're still kicking. You seem to have a good heart and the world needs more people like that, not fewer. I don't really feel the need for couching though. When I first started (over 25 years ago) I had a few coaching sessions at the Y that got me started and that was about it. Later I switched to Gold's Gym, but I just kept plugging along. I slowly built up the weight and figured out I need to concentrate on my quads and gluts so I could do the moguls on the slopes. The biggest problem I found was living at 1000 feet and going up to 6 or 8000 for a ski trip. I'd try to take it easy for the first few days to get acclimated to the altitude before doing anything difficult. My issues at the moment are all social in nature. Given that my triglycerides are creeping up again, I'll need to do something about it soon. The changes to my routine will probably upset the apple cart at home, but the rest of the family will adjust. The real problem is my current work schedule. I hadn't really planned on working as much as I have been and when my brain gets sucked dry during the day, I find it hard to get on the treadmill for any amount of time after work (much less go to the gym and lift weights). And before you know it, a week went by and now it's July (to paraphrase Zappa). Getting back into the routine after a pause is always a big problem, but I usually manage. Thanks for the offer though. -
Oh wow, a surprisingly big lore chapter. Bringing back Noah, thinking back to Sadie, weaving in the portal, even dropping some portal backstory... lots of spinning plates coming back to the forefront. I think the most consequential moment, though, is Luci stuck in Pauline's arms as Hazel can't help. It's one of the first times someone in her family (Hazel counts) wasn't able to help her. Unclear if Luci's brain will be able to grasp the nuances of decorum, or if she'll only view it as a betrayal. (Also Pauline's an asshole.)
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