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    • Becca seized the moment to tickle both girls, who giggled; finding them adorable, she handed the controls to Alice so she could pick the song they would dance to. Maddison felt that Alice shared her feelings—a bit of a crush—but didn't know how to bring it up; she planned to talk to Camilla and ask for advice. However, Maddison remarked, "Becca seems like a really good babysitter." Alice replied, "Yeah, I love her; she's always been there for me." Alice chose the Jackson 5 song "ABC" to dance to with Maddison and said, "Becca, let's start."
    • As I suspected. I've never just messed in plastic pants, always in a diaper.
    • I'm surprised that I'd never posted here in all those years. Plastic lover that I am, i've got plastic panties in just about every color they're available in, and a few in prints. But if I had to choose a favorite it'd probably be pink...then translucent, then white. (Chinese plastic pants with polka dots don't count as prints.)
    • Mini-Story: Not A Scam You read the message on your screen: “Hi, I’m Personalias! I just read your story! I don’t normally comment like this, but when I read your story I just felt I had to! The story beats! The descriptions! The characterization! I could just imagine it all in my head happening as I read it, and felt it would be criminal not to find a way to adapt this story and make it come to life! If you ever want to collaborate and adapt this magnificent piece of fiction, please reach out to me!” Personalias?  The ABDL story guy? Wasn’t this scam normally by people purporting to be comics artists? Kudos for masquerading as a semi-known name in the community you guess…  Weird that the scammer didn’t pick a visual artist though. Somebody who could draw more than stick figures. You reach out to Pers and DM him. He should at least know that some scammer is stealing his name. Except… “Heyyyyyyyy! You got my message! Does this mean that you want to collaborate?” You half-frown, confused at what’s going on. Are you being hit up to commission him or something? You ask him about his rates. “No charge for this one. I wouldn’t feel right about taking your money since I’m the one who approached you.  I wasn’t exaggerating when I said how good I thought the story was. Are you ready to adapt?” Adapt? Your story his words? That kind of thing? A free story fleshing out your stupid little one shot? By Personalias?! YES!   You ask when will he start. “I already have!” You start to pee your pants uncontrollably. A yelp of surprise escapes your lips and you try to cross your legs or press down between your thighs, but the diaper you’re wearing is thick enough to make such attempts futile. You weren’t wearing a diaper just a second ago… AND WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PANTS?! The walls shift and flutter like mirage. Your room is changing right in front of you into a full size nursery. Your bed is now a crib. Your dresser has just transformed into a brand new changing table. Your computer chair and desk have merged into a ringed baby bouncer, trapping you. You’re trapped and your stomach starts to cramp. You’ve read enough Personalias stories to know what’s about to happen next. At least you don’t have an audi- “OH BAAAAABY!” comes a voice from outside the room, “WHERE ARE YOUUU?! WHERE”S MY ITTY BITTY BABY CRINKLEBUTT?!” It’s both hauntingly familiar yet strange to you because it’s almost exactly what you imagined the caregiver in your story would sound like.  Another cramp makes you wince.  It’s too late to take the diaper off. The ends of your shirt have elongated and knitted together into a onesie. You know better than to think you can unsnap it. This is gonna be so gross! The bouncer seat and the onesie are going to hold the mess even closer to your body than if you were just wearing a diaper! YOU HATE MESSING! A thick, rubber encased tablet rests in front of you where there was once a computer. You pick it up. You’ve got to message someone! Send an email! Call for help! “I know it’s not exactly like how you originally wrote it, but I think I really gave it my own signature twist. Hope you like it! Let me know if it needs any major changes and I’ll edit them as soon as I can, probably sometime next week. -Pers” “THERE’S MY BABY!”  You turn your head.  You gasp. You fill your diaper. It’s just as bad as you thought it would be. And it’s going to take at least a week to fix this? A hand reaches out and takes the tablet from you before you can reply. “No-no-no! You’re much too much a baby to be using a tablet! Tinky babies like you only need their diapees and baby toys to be happy, don’t they?” Much to your regret the story you wrote was a blatant self-insert.  Even more to your regret, it’s now a Personalias story.
    • Take half an opioid Hydrocodone pain killer if you have any left.  I have some left from my knee replacement last year and when my shoulder joints hurt really bad, I'll take half of one.  It helps and helps me sleep too.  Half of one won't make you so goofy you can't drive, and I've never come close to getting addicted to them.
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