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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 11 : Luke and Liam lingered near the front of the gallery for a few minutes, their conversation easy but charged with an undercurrent Liam couldn’t quite name. Luke’s voice was calm, steady, the kind that made it simple to listen—maybe too simple. Liam found himself nodding along, answering when he needed to, but more often just taking in the way Luke carried himself, like everything around him existed exactly as it should. “Come on,” Luke said after a while, gesturing toward the back. “You can hang out in the workshop until we close. Then we’ll have some quiet to talk.” Just us, Liam echoed silently, his chest tightening for a brief moment before he followed. The shift from the gallery to the workshop felt like stepping into another world. The polished, curated calm of the front gave way to something more personal—raw, lived-in, filled with the marks of time and effort. Shelves lined the walls, holding tools, materials, and finished pieces that seemed to carry stories of their own. Liam moved slowly through the space, his eyes drawn from one creation to the next. Every object felt deliberate, like it had been shaped with care and intention. He reached out once or twice, stopping himself just short of touching anything, as if afraid to disturb the quiet reverence of the room. He made all of this… Liam thought, a flicker of admiration rising in his chest. Every piece. There was something deeply personal about it—like he was being allowed a glimpse into Luke’s mind without a single word being spoken. Eventually, his wandering brought him to a quieter corner. A small TV sat tucked away, almost like an afterthought, with a remote resting nearby. Liam hesitated, glancing back toward the main space as if to make sure he wasn’t intruding, before picking it up. A soft click, and the screen flickered to life. Bright colors spilled into the room, breaking through the workshop’s muted tones. Familiar music followed, light and playful, and Liam couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face. No way… There it was again—Dino Dan—filling the space with its cheerful energy, dinosaurs and adventure unfolding as if nothing else in the world mattered. The contrast between the quiet, thoughtful workshop and the lively cartoon was almost surreal, yet somehow… it fit. Liam sank down into a nearby seat, letting himself relax as the sounds wrapped around him. The tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying began to loosen, replaced by something softer, simpler. This place… it’s different, he thought, eyes fixed on the screen. He’s different. And as the episode played on, Liam found himself caught between two worlds—the quiet pull of Luke’s presence somewhere beyond the room, and the easy comfort of the cartoon in front of him—unsure which one he was more drawn to, and not entirely sure he needed to choose. Luke stood quietly in the doorway, leaning just enough against the frame to remain unnoticed. His gaze rested on Liam, who was completely absorbed in the TV. There was something unguarded about him in that moment—the way his eyes lit up at the screen, the faint movements of his lips as he mouthed along to the dialogue, even the soft, almost absent-minded way he hummed with the theme song. Luke didn’t interrupt. He simply observed. A small, thoughtful smile tugged at the corner of his lips. There it is, he thought. That spark. The kind of genuine, unfiltered joy that couldn’t be forced or recreated—it had to be found. He filed the moment away in his mind, already imagining it translated into form, color, texture. Dino Dan, he noted silently. That could be something… After a few more seconds, Luke gently cleared his throat, just enough to announce his presence without startling him. “Liam,” he said calmly, his voice soft but grounded. “Are you alright? Do you need anything before we begin?” Liam blinked, pulled from the bright, simple world of the cartoon back into the quiet weight of the workshop. He turned slightly, his posture shifting as a hint of shyness crept in. His voice, when he spoke, was low—almost a whisper. “I’m good,” he said, glancing down briefly before meeting Luke’s eyes again. “I’m ready.” Luke gave a small nod, as if that was exactly the answer he expected. “Alright,” he replied. “Come with me.” There was no rush in his movements as he led Liam deeper into the workshop, toward a neatly organized bin set aside near one of the worktables. Inside were carefully selected clothing pieces—each one distinct, yet clearly part of a larger vision. “I set these aside last night,” Luke explained, lifting a piece from the bin and letting it drape over his arm. “I’d like you to try them on. Move in them. Get a feel for how they sit, how they change the way you carry yourself.” Liam nodded, though a flicker of nervous anticipation crossed his face. This felt different from anything he’d done before—not just trying on clothes, but being seen in them. Luke paused for a moment, studying him thoughtfully before adding, almost casually, “Would you like to wear padding with them?” The question hung in the air. Liam’s cheeks warmed instantly, a flush creeping across his face as he processed it. For a brief second, he hesitated—caught between embarrassment and something else he couldn’t quite name. Then, slowly, he gave a small nod. “…Yeah,” he admitted quietly. Luke didn’t react with surprise or judgment. If anything, his expression remained steady, almost reassuring. He simply turned and gestured toward another section of the workspace. “Take a look,” he said. Liam stepped closer—and stopped. Laid out before him was a selection far beyond anything he expected. Different styles, colors, patterns—each one distinct, each one carefully chosen. He recognized some of the names immediately, others only from things he’d seen or heard about before. For a moment, he just stared. All of these…? A mix of excitement and disbelief washed over him. These were things he’d only imagined trying, things that had always felt just out of reach. Now they were right in front of him, real and tangible. “I… I don’t even know where to start,” Liam admitted, his voice barely above a breath. Luke watched him for a moment, then gave a small, knowing nod. “That’s alright,” he said evenly. “You don’t have to decide.” He stepped forward, selecting one with quiet confidence, as if the choice had already been made long before Liam arrived. “We’ll start here,” Luke added, his tone calm but certain. Chapter 12 : Luke had already made up his mind long before Liam even stepped into the room. There was something about the soft curiosity in Liam’s eyes, the quiet way he took everything in, that made today’s choice feel… obvious. “I think I’ve got just the thing for you today,” Luke said gently, holding up the diaper with a small smile. “Space theme. Thought it might suit you.” Liam’s cheeks flushed almost instantly, a warm pink spreading across his face as he glanced at it. “I… it’s really cute,” he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Luke nodded toward the changing table nearby—sturdy, carefully padded, and large enough to hold him comfortably. “Go ahead,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “You can climb up.” There was a brief hesitation, a flicker of vulnerability in Liam’s expression, but he trusted Luke. Slowly, he made his way onto the table, settling himself down with a small, nervous breath. “You’re doing great,” Luke murmured, his voice steady and grounding. He worked with deliberate care, never rushing. The soft rustle of the diaper filled the quiet space as Luke made sure everything was just right. He sprinkled powder lightly, smoothing it with practiced hands. “Cold?” he asked with a faint chuckle. Liam let out a shy laugh, squirming slightly. “A little…” “I’ll be quick,” Luke promised, his touch gentle as he applied a bit of cream. “Just making sure you’re comfortable. That’s the most important part.” Liam nodded, relaxing bit by bit under the attention. There was something oddly comforting about the way Luke moved—focused, careful, like it actually mattered. When Luke finished, he helped Liam sit up. The movement made Liam suddenly aware of everything again, and his blush deepened, spreading down his neck. “I… um…” Liam fidgeted, then quickly slid off the table. Before he could overthink it, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Luke in a quick, slightly awkward hug. “Thank you.” Luke blinked in surprise for a split second, then smiled warmly, returning it just as briefly. “You’re welcome,” he said softly. Stepping back, Luke reached for two onesies and held them up side by side. “Alright, decision time,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. “We’ve got matching space…”—he lifted one slightly—“or these little paw prints.” Liam looked between them, biting his lip as he considered. “They’re both… really cute,” he admitted. “Take your time,” Luke said. After a moment, Liam pointed shyly. “The space one… I think.” Luke grinned. “Good choice.” He helped guide Liam’s arms through, carefully pulling the soft fabric into place and fastening it with practiced ease. “There we go,” he said, stepping back to admire. “Fits you perfectly.” Liam glanced down at himself, still blushing but smiling now, a small spark of confidence peeking through. “It matches…” “Exactly,” Luke said. “You look great.” He reached out, gently taking Liam’s hand. “Come on. I’ve got something set up.” Liam let himself be led, his grip light but trusting. They moved to another section of the shop where a small area had been arranged—soft mats, scattered toys, a cozy, playful scene. Luke gestured around. “I want you to just… be here,” he said. “Play, relax. Don’t think too much about the camera.” Liam looked at the toys, then back at Luke. “You’re… taking pictures while I play?” “Only if you’re okay with it,” Luke replied quickly. “Nothing forced. Just natural moments.” Liam hesitated, then nodded. “Okay… I’ll try.” “That’s all I’m asking,” Luke said with an encouraging smile. Liam slowly knelt down, picking up one of the toys, still a little self-conscious. But as Luke stepped back, camera in hand, his voice soft and reassuring— “You’re doing great, Liam. Just be yourself.” —something in Liam began to ease. -
oh my gosh, the last weeks have been brutal fighting these guys at work. I use mod_qos, mod_security, and another I think it's rate limit by ip and they still hammer away. I noticed a lot of SE Asia somehow they are all hitting one url, seems like a bot network. I was looking at GEO IP, but the free version only has one or two countries in the database, ugh. -
Great job! Another incredible chapter! Hate big boy responsibility get in the way sometimes of writing but you gotta do what you gotta do! Only sadness is the excitement for the next chapter this next chapter is gonna be incredible! Can’t wait but you do what you have to do! Your real world life comes first! -
I was on GEnie, maybe I saw something on it about Compuserve. I did get CompuServe, but I was really late to the game (late 80s).
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question: the next update is currently at 6.6K words, which has 0% chance of being updated this week, and based on my schedule, I t's going to take me at least two-weeks tor an update. On the other hand, if I cut it down to 3k, I may get it out by tomorrow (that last 3k is key to the the story I can stop this at 2.4k, and there is non-zero chance it is edited and ready to be published at some point tomorrow
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