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By wetdiaper55 · Posted
In time I think he will start useing and love wetting his diapers ,and babying -
Part 115 By the time we made it to the café, it was later than we’d planned—but the day had gone so well, none of us minded. The sun was dipping low, casting a golden glow through the windows as we settled into a booth. We all agreed on dinner: one of the café’s famous corn dogs. They were massive—crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside—and so filling that one was more than enough. After the meal, Betsy got her treat: a rich mud pie topped with a generous scoop of ice cream. She dug in with delight, and Lena and I couldn’t help but smile watching her enjoy every bite. Once the plates were cleared and the laughter had settled, Lena leaned back and said, Alright, one more stop before we call it a night—the grocery store. Betsy perked up, still savoring the last spoonful of her dessert. Can we get snacks? Lena laughed. We’ll see. With Betsy taken care of and the day winding down, we climbed back into the car and headed off to the store—one last errand to round out a day full of adventure When we arrived at the store, Lena turned to Betsy with a gentle but firm tone. You can pick a candy bar, but you must save it until tomorrow. Do you understand me? Betsy smiled and nodded. Yes. Inside the store, Lena reminded us, we only need one thing, and off we went. We ended up in the baby aisle, where Lena walked straight to the shelves of baby wipes. She turned to Betsy and said, we need to pick up some wipes for your warmer. Since it’s your bottom they’ll be used on, you get to choose which ones we buy. Lena showed her the different options, pointing out the ones she used for her granddaughters. Betsy looked them over thoughtfully and chose the same kind Lena had recommended. With that settled, we headed toward the checkout. On the way, Betsy picked out her one candy bar—carefully chosen and tucked away for tomorrow. We paid for our items and walked out into the evening When we got home it was time for Besty nighttime diaper. Lena took care of that, while I sat up the baby wipe warmer and added wipes to it. It was later than I thought and after Lena fed Besty, she took her to the changing table and got her nighttime diaper on her and put her to bed. As Lena started gathering her things to head home, I stopped her with a grin. Hold on, there’s one more thing you must do. She looked puzzled. What are you talking about? I raised an eyebrow. Didn’t you change Betsy out of a poopy diaper today? She nodded slowly. Yes… Well, you’re not done yet. You need to rinse it out in the toilet. Lena groaned playfully. Gee, thanks a lot. I thought you were going to do that. I shook my head. Nope. The person who changes the poopy diaper is also the person who rinses it out. House rules. With a dramatic sigh, Lena walked over to the diaper bag, pulled out the bundled-up diaper, and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned, dropped the rinsed diaper into the diaper pail, and looked at me. Are you happy now? I grinned. Yep. She rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly taking it all in stride. Lena looked at me, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. It just dawned on me, she said. I glanced over. What’s that? She sighed, half amused, half resigned. I could be doing this three times a day—rinsing out poopy diapers. I couldn’t help but smile. Well then… have fun with that. She gave me a playful glare. You’re enjoying this way too much. I shrugged. Hey, you’re the one who volunteered for diaper duty. Lena chuckled, shaking her head as she washed her hands. As I walked Lena to the door, she paused, her hand resting lightly on the frame. There’s a bag under the changing table, she reminded me, her tone both practical and gentle. I want you to dress Betsy in those clothes tomorrow. I nodded. Okay. She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. What time do you need to leave tomorrow? My flight’s at 7:30, I explained, adjusting my watch as if to confirm. So, I’ll need to head out by six. Alright, Lena said with a small smile. I’ll be here at nine with the grandkids. Once she stepped out the door, the house fell quiet. I headed to bed, pausing to glance at Betsy. She was already fast asleep in our bed, her tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. I checked her diaper and found it damp, but secure enough to last through the night. Satisfied, I slipped under the covers, letting the silence settle around us. Morning came quickly. After changing Betsy’s diaper, I remembered Lena’s instructions. I reached beneath the changing table and pulled out the bag she had left. Inside were the clothes she wanted Betsy to wear. I pulled out the clothes from the bag and found a pair of pink socks along with a onesie. When I unfolded the onesie, I couldn’t help but laugh. It was pink as well, perfectly matching the socks. What really amused me, though, was the design on the front: a cartoon monkey with its hands covering its mouth, as if caught in the middle of a cheeky secret. The playful image made the outfit feel even more endearing. Betsy seemed delighted with the onesie, especially the little monkey on the front. I lifted her down from the changing table and followed her into the kitchen. She looked adorable in the outfit, her diaper peeking out through the leg holes in a way that made her look even more playful. Once she finished her breakfast, I lifted her from the highchair and carried her over to the counter. I picked up the baby bottle I had prepared earlier, and together we stepped out onto the balcony. I settled into my favorite chair and cradled Betsy as she drank from her bottle. As I watched her, I softly told her, this will be the last bottle I get to give you for the next ten days, until I’m back. She paused mid-sip; I lowered the bottle and looked up at me with wide eyes. I’m going to miss you, she said quietly. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and asked, what are you going to miss the most? Her voice was small but certain. Waking up in the morning next to you in our bed. The words lingered in the air, filling the moment with a mix of sweetness and ache. I held her a little closer, letting the weight of her honesty sink in. When Betsy finished her bottle, the two of us spent some time tidying up the apartment before Lena and her grandkids arrived. Right at nine, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Lena standing there, and I couldn’t help but laugh. This is too cute, I said, calling out for Betsy to come over. She rounded the corner, took one look, and burst into laughter herself. Lena’s two granddaughters were dressed exactly like Betsy — in the same pink onesie. The only difference was in the playful monkey designs: one had its hands over its ears, the other had its hands over its eyes, while Betsy’s monkey covered its mouth. The three of them looked almost identical, their diapers peeking out through the leg holes of the onesies. The only real distinction was their ages — Lena’s grandkids were just three years old, while Betsy was nineteen. The girls’ faces lit up with surprise when they saw Betsy standing there, dressed exactly like them. One of them tugged at Lena’s sleeve and whispered, wide-eyed, she has a diaper on. Lena nodded calmly, her tone matter-of-fact. Yes, Betsy needs to wear diapers just like you two do. She then introduced them as Cindy and Jodi. I couldn’t help but smile — the three of them looked nearly identical in their matching pink onesies, each decorated with a playful monkey design. Their diapers peeked out through the leg holes, making the resemblance even stronger. Honestly, I knew I was going to have a hard time telling Cindy and Jodi apart at first glance. Lena clapped her hands together. Alright, let’s grab the things from my apartment and move them over here. Okay, I said with a grin. You lead the way. To my surprise, Betsy trotted along beside us in her pink onesie, completely unfazed by how she was dressed. Up until now, she’d only been in the hallway a few times, and we hadn’t run into anyone. Still, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought — sooner or later, a neighbor was bound to pop out. And when that happened, well… it would definitely make for a memorable first impression. When we arrived at Lena’s apartment, I could tell she had everything perfectly prepared. Just inside the door were two baby cribs, each neatly stocked with a stack of diapers, plastic pants, and all the supplies you’d ever need for a diaper change. Lena and I each took hold of a crib and carefully pushed them down the hallway to my apartment, settling them into Betsy’s nursery. Once that was done, we headed back for the girls’ highchairs. We carried them over and placed one on each side of Betsy’s highchair. The sight made me smile — the three chairs lined up together looked almost identical, except for one detail. Betsy’s chair was noticeably bigger than the other two, a quiet reminder of the difference in age between her and Lena’s grandkids. Lena mentioned she needed to grab a couple more things from her apartment, and then we’d be finished. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a large bag. She set it down on the kitchen table with a soft thud and began unpacking. The first thing she pulled out was a neat row of four baby bottles, each one gleaming as if brand new. As she lined them up, she glanced at Betsy with a smile. Sometime this week, she said, “I’m going to take you to the store so you can pick out a few more bottles that you like. I just don’t enjoy washing one every single time you use it. I’d rather clean all the bottles at once at the end of the day. Her tone was practical, but there was a playful warmth in the way she said it. Betsy watched curiously, her eyes flicking between the bottles as though she were already imagining which ones she might choose. The last thing Lena pulled from the large bag was a set of plastic pouches that looked like they were filled with milk. She carried them over to the refrigerator and began stacking them neatly inside. Curious, Betsy asked, What’s in those? Lena smiled. It’s Terry breast milk my daughter pumps for her kids’ bottles. I give it to them twice a day. She glanced at Betsy with a playful look. There’s plenty here, so if you’d like to try some, I am sure my grandkids will share with you. Betsy’s cheeks turned a little pink, and she didn’t say anything. Lena chuckled. I’ll take that silence as a maybe. I looked at Betsy and couldn’t help but grin — something told me she just might take Lena up on that offer while I’m away. After Lena finished putting away the milk, she gathered her grandkids and announced there’s one more job to do, and then we can all have lunch. We headed down to Betsy’s nursery together. Once inside, Lena took the girls’ diapers from the cribs and handed them over. Follow me, she said with a smile. She led them to the changing table and explained, Betsy is going to let you put your diapers next to hers, right here under her table where she gets changed. Isn’t that nice of her? She turned to the girls. Now, don’t forget to thank her. Both of them chimed in with a cheerful Thank you! Betsy’s face turned red as she looked at them and replied softly, You’re welcome. The moment was sweet and a little funny — the girls seemed delighted, and Betsy’s shy reaction made it even more endearing. As the two girls finished putting away their diapers, I glanced at Lena and remarked, Betsy’s diapers are a lot bigger than the girls’. Lena chuckled, shaking her head. I should hope so. The girls’ diapers would be far too small for her. The last items the girls carried over were their plastic pants, which they placed neatly with the rest of their things. With that task complete, we all headed to the kitchen for lunch. Lena turned to me with a smile. Can you get the girls and Betsy settled in their highchairs while I make lunch? I nodded and guided them to their seats. The two smaller chairs sat side by side, while Betsy’s larger highchair stood between them, making the lineup look both orderly and amusing. The sight of all three ready for lunch brought a playful warmth to the room, setting the stage for the meal ahead. Lena called me over and handed me three sippy cups to give to the girls and Betsy. This was the very first time Betsy had ever used one, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She held the cup awkwardly at first, glancing at the two younger girls for guidance. Cindy and Jodi, already pros at it, tipped their cups back with ease. Betsy watched them closely, then mimicked their movements, taking a tentative sip. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and amusement, but soon she was drinking just like they were. The sight of all three of them sitting in their highchairs, sipping together, was both funny and endearing — a little moment of shared routine that made Betsy blend right in with the younger girls. Lena set plates of fish sticks and apple slices in front of the three of them. After making sure they were settled, she slipped down to the nursery for a moment and returned carrying three pacifiers, which she placed neatly on the counter. She waited patiently as the girls and Betsy finished their lunch. Once they were done, Lena carefully washed each of their hands and faces, humming softly as she worked. With that taken care of, she undid the trays from their highchairs and, with practiced ease, slipped two fingers beneath their plastic pants to check if their diapers were wet. Satisfied with her inspection, she walked back to the counter, picked up the pacifiers, and gently placed one in each of their mouths before helping them out of their chairs. Then she turned to me with a knowing smile. Looks like we’ve got some work ahead of us, she said. All three of them are wet and need to be changed. When we reached the bedroom, Lena divided up the tasks with a smile. You help get them ready, she said, and I’ll take care of the rest. I started with Cindy, since she was closest. It didn’t take long — when you’re only wearing a onesie and a wet diaper, getting settled is quick. Betsy was next, followed by Jodi. Even though Betsy was older than the two girls, she didn’t seem to mind waiting her turn, her expression calm and unbothered standing there naked. Once everyone was taken care of, Lena announced cheerfully, Nap time! The three of them fell into line behind her, pacifiers in place, looking almost like a little parade with them only wearing a diaper. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Together, Lena and I tucked each of them into their cribs, wishing them a good rest before quietly stepping out of the nursery. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Despite the initial humiliation Alice felt with her big sibling bottle feeding it went well, it still felt awkward being bottle fed by Madison, but Madison recounted her incident at the zoo and Alice felt pity for her, she knew it was only a matter of time before the girl wound up in diapers permanently like her, but after the joke of being a padded princess and queen of the potty Alice laughed and Madison managed to get her to latch on the bottle. Alice rested in Madison's lap closing her eyes and suckling the warm milk it was an absolutely adorable thing and after Miss Ada and Miss Millie had managed to get the big siblings to bottle feed the very little kids who were still on the bottle, they watched Madison and Alice together Ada taking out her phone to snap a quick picture for Camilla and Ana. after the bottle feeding Madison without saying a word put Alice over shoulder and patted the girl's back until Alice let out a burp which got the other big siblings to giggle after that Alice and Madison gave each other a hug and soon feeding time was over it was time for Alice to have a nap while Madison was taken out for an outside activity on the playground, but she definitely made sure to say that she'd be here for Alice and couldn't wait to have another big sibling activity with her. When they were outside Emily the small girl walked over and said, "Wow Miss Madison usually feeding Alice can be quite difficult sometimes when she's upset, I should know I got to feed Miss Alice her bottle too a couple of days ago." -
Ben expresses some distaste for some of his new duties, and Joey makes a rather forlorn plea to stop the whole thing. --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- Joey felt some movement in his crib. His mom must’ve been leaning on the side as he felt the inflatable surface he was lying on slope slightly. His eyes were still tightly closed; he wasn’t ready to wake up yet. A hand pressed against the padding on his butt and he grumbled. “This is so weird.” Joey’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly rolled over to face the voice. It wasn’t his mother at all. Instead, he saw Ben leaning over the side with one arm reaching through the bars and pressing his disposable against him. Joey quickly slid away from the hand until his back hit the bars. It was bad enough being seen like this by his mom and baby brother, for some reason it felt worse that it was Ben. “W-What are you doing in here?” Joey asked. He wanted to sound authoritative but failed. “Mom told me to come up and check on you.” Ben said. It was difficult to read Ben’s emotions. He had clearly not been enthusiastic about everything the previous day, but as Joey looked up at his teenage brother, he found it hard to really read any one emotion in his face. He certainly didn’t seem happy to be roped into taking part but there were few clear and obvious signs of outright disgust. He seemed, perhaps, more confused than anything. “L-Look…” Joey got on to his knees and quickly regretted it. The loud crinkles seemed to shock Ben, and he stared at Joey’s crotch, “I… I didn’t want this…” “You let it happen though.” Ben replied with a shrug. Joey couldn’t really respond to that. Maybe Ben was right. A real man, a proper adult, wouldn’t have let themselves end up padded and kneeling in a crib. He looked away from his teenage brother and instead looked down, he realised that he was still clutching Mortimer against himself and quickly dropped it to his side. “Whatever.” Ben said, “Look, I won’t pretend that I get this. I won’t pretend like I think it’s a good idea or that it isn’t weird or gross. But as long as you don’t let people know what’s happening then I guess I can…” Ben trailed off and Joey wasn’t entirely sure what he was about to say. Perhaps he was about to tell Joey that as long as he didn’t embarrass his younger brother by having this new situation discovered then he wouldn’t make problems about it. Joey felt his cheeks flush red. His teenage brother, five years younger than himself, was embarrassed by him. He could hardly blame Ben. If people at school found out, then Ben would likely experience problems just because he was related to the weird big baby. “Believe me, I don’t want anyone to know either.” Joey muttered. “Yeah, well…” Ben didn’t seem to know what to say, “Mom said I’m the man of the house now. So, she expects me to take up some of your responsibilities. I told her I’m not changing your… you know.” Joey closed his eyes as the shame washed over him. His brother was taking his position and as such, he would be expected to help out with the babies. Plural. Joey didn’t say anything. He was more than happy for Ben to not be more involved with his diapers; everything was already embarrassing enough. “Well, anyway, I’ve done what Mom asked.” Ben turned away from the crib and started for the door. “Wait… Aren’t you going to let me out?” Joey asked. Ben looked from Joey to the door of the crib. Sure, there was a lock on it, but it was obvious that Joey could reach through the bars and open it himself if he needed. Hell, the inflatable bars weren’t even very high, Joey could just step out of it. After a few seconds Ben just shook his head and left the room without a word. Joey wasn’t sure if he was saying he wouldn’t let Joey out or that he was in disbelief that he was even being asked. Either way, he left, and Joey was left alone in the crib again. In the end, Joey had to wait another half an hour before his mother walks in. He was awake, but she still leant over the side of the crib to check him again. He was still dry, of course. He remembered wetting himself before his nap and the shame was so great it made him want to sink into the inflatable crib. “Right, up you get.” Fran said as she opened the gate. It wasn’t easy to walk on the ever-moving inflatable beneath him, so Joey had to crawl a couple of steps until he found the harder surface of the nursery floor. He stood up and the usual crinkles were only slightly lessened by the onesie. Joey didn’t know what the plan was, so he waited whilst his mom closed the gate. She turned and smiled at him before she took his hand and led him out and on to the landing. They headed downstairs and back into the living room where Lucas was still sitting in the playpen. The gate was opened, and Joey felt like he had essentially traded one cell for another as he stepped in. If he hadn’t been so mild-mannered he might have rebelled but that had never been in his nature, he’d always been a timid guy. “I’ll get you both some drinks. Play nice.” Fran said. A couple of minutes later two bottles were placed in the playpen. Lucas didn’t even look up from his toys as he grabbed it and started sucking. Joey was more hesitant but eventually put it between his lips and drank a little bit when his mom made it clear she was waiting for him. “Still a baby.” Lucas lisped slightly as he looked up. “Yep.” Joey replied shortly, “Still a baby…” And Joey had to wonder how long it will remain that way. --- The day was relatively dull. Joey was still hesitant to join in with Lucas’s games but for lack of any other stimulation he eventually gave in. It was around the time that Fran brought in some lunch for the pair of them, a couple of sandwiches, an apple and bag of chips each, that Joey had his second accident in diapers. Rather stupidly, Joey had been trying to hold back from wetting himself. He knew it was inevitable, but he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. It meant that when their mother came in to check both of them, she could take Lucas off to get his wet disposable changed and Joey was left squirming in the pen. Once alone, it seemed a lot easier to let go, and it was something he had to do as the pain in his bladder was getting a little too much to ignore. Joey got on to his knees and closed his eyes. For the second time that day he felt a burst of warmth around his groin. He blushed from embarrassment as he felt the diaper greedily soak up his accident and, once he was done, a generous proportion of the padding felt heavier and hotter than it had before. He felt a little shiver go through him before he finished and he sat back down, feeling the diaper get pressed against his skin. It was a few minutes later that Fran brought Joey back down. The baby was in a new diaper and, to Joey’s shame, dressed in a onesie very similar to his own. He wondered how he was going to tell his mom what he had done, that he needed a change for the second time that day, one more time than his baby brother, he thought to himself. Lucas was placed back in the playpen along with a couple of fresh bottles and then Fran left the room. Joey hadn’t said anything. He was too embarrassed. Though, as a result of his timidity, he had been sentenced to sitting in his own wet diaper for the foreseeable future. He had to admit; it could’ve been a worse feeling. Aside from the considerable embarrassment, the warmth was pleasant against his skin and the thickened padding made sitting on the floor a lot easier. He wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Physically, at least. Mentally and emotionally, it was a little harder to accept what he was doing and where he was. Lucas had gone right back to playing with his toys, so Joey joined in. He knew he was supposed to be feeling like Lucas, that it was meant to be “relaxing”, but it wasn’t working yet. His anxieties had shifted, sure, but they were still there. If anything, he felt like he was just doing some deep immersion babysitting. When Joey did allow himself to think past his immediate future he felt the familiar stab of anxiety. The feeling of a ball of anxiety, heavy and unpleasant, in his stomach. He had school and work to think about, and his mom still hadn’t explained how that was going to be compatible with his new… lifestyle? Was that how he could best describe it? He couldn’t think of any other phrasing that would make sense. Joey imagined Tracy walking in and seeing him like that. How on earth could he ever explain this to her in a way that didn’t result in her walking out on him whilst howling with laughter? He shivered, and this time it had nothing to do with going potty in his pants. The rest of the afternoon followed that same pattern. Joey spent his time playing with Lucas’s toys and getting used to the wet diaper. He tried not to let his mind idle, because whenever it did, he started worrying again. It seemed like the best course of action was to just try not to worry, to distract himself with the silly little games Lucas thought up. That was his mom’s plan with all this after all. The one thing that punctured the otherwise quiet time in the playpen was Fran coming in to find that Joey was wet again. She smiled when taking him for another diaper change. Her comments that she was quickly getting used to doing it didn’t make Joey feel much better about any of it. Somewhere in the mid-afternoon Joey could hear scraping coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t say the exact time, there was no clock in the living room, and he didn’t have access to his phone. Ben and Fran’s voices came down the hallway and then it was the teenager that walked into the living room. He walked over to the playpen and Lucas automatically got into a position to have his diaper checked. He was dry. “Come on, Joey.” Ben said. “It’s, erm, not necessary.” Joey mumbled. It was only as he spoke that he realised he had his pacifier in his mouth. How long had it been there? “Mom asked me to check both of you.” Ben replied impatiently. It was still difficult for Joey to get a read on Ben. He didn’t look overly happy about what he had to do, but at the same time there was definitely something in there that seemed to relish it. Was he enjoying getting to lord it over his older brother? Just happy to be given responsibility? Or maybe it was a sense of superiority that he was now the man of the house with Joey a useless baby. Joey thought that not even Ben was sure, he couldn’t blame him. He had no idea how he would’ve reacted if the shoe was on the other foot and Ben was the one who found himself in the playpen. “Mom changed me an hour or so ago!” Joey said with annoyance. When Ben raised his eyebrows and stared at him, his mouth curling into a bit of a smirk, Joey regretted saying anything and blushed wickedly. Any smile Ben might have had quickly disappeared very quickly. “Come on.” Ben moved his fingers to tell Joey to come closer. Joey got awkwardly to his feet. He walked over to the edge of his playpen and then spread his legs a little in the same way Lucas had done. He looked away and blushed as he felt Ben’s fingers press the padding against him before saying that he was still dry. Joey, of course, already knew that. He quickly retreated to where he had been sitting before Ben came in. For his part, his teenage brother looked like he couldn’t leave the room fast enough. At some point that afternoon Joey’s mother walked in with two baby bottles. One was handed to Lucas whilst a bigger one was placed next to Joey. He saw the amber teat, so like the pacifier he still found solace in, and shuddered. Fran was turning to leave the room when Joey spoke up. “Mom?” Joey said hesitantly. Fran stopped in the doorway, but she didn’t turn around. Joey realised what she was waiting for and, despite his throat feeling thick with shame that he couldn’t swallow, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Mommy…” Joey said quietly. This time Fran turned around and was smiling pleasantly. Joey took a deep breath. He thought he’d played along with this for long enough and was ready to throw in the towel. This was all supposed to be relaxing for him, but, if anything, he was more stressed than ever. “I think… I think we should stop.” Joey said seriously, “It’s not working.” “Baby, you’ve got to give it more time.” Fran replied quickly, “You’re still adjusting.” “I know you think that but…” Joey started. “I don’t think it.” Fran said with a shake of her head, “I know it.” And that was that. Joey didn’t know what else to say and after a couple of seconds Fran said that dinner wouldn’t be too far away and left the room. Joey leaned back until he was staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and wondered what he could say to end this crazy experiment. He considered calling his girlfriend and trying to arrange to stay with her, to get out of the house, but that seemed unlikely. If nothing else, Tracy would expect to be told what was going on that caused this sudden break. Joey couldn’t exactly tell her what had been going on. It was already embarrassing enough without more people finding out. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mtzkh1t2a8dc6b6 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2680274
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