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I had all 4 wisdom teeth pulled when I was 18. Maybe I'm remembering it wrong but I seem to recall asking them not to use novacane as I didn't like needles in my mouth. that was decades ago so, like I say, I could be not remembering the conversation correctly. -
Unfortunately, the only way to make most of these stories work is to make the lead character a complete wuss and unrealistically emasculated. No male his age IRL would've let it get to this point. I agree with you, though. Even though I love the way this story is written, my default is that I want to see a main character that sticks up for himself and fights back a little bit. That's what creates the drama and makes it fun. -
By Wannatripbaby · Posted
Ch.2 The revelation of his last name was completely overshadowed by my current and familiar caretaker asking a total stranger if he wanted to change my diaper. I barely managed to suppress a whine at the humiliation of it, knowing it would probably only increase my embarrassment even more. "Sure! I'm gonna need the practice, after all." Oh god. I hadn't thought this far ahead. Sure, having my diaper changed by the staff here was one thing--they were professionals and have probably changed diapers on hundreds of other Pets like me. But having some random guy off the street perform the deed? Touching me in such an intimate way? I felt like my knees were going to buckle beneath me. I wanted to crumple into a ball and hide from the world forever. Nancy took me by the hand and started pulling me towards the door, and unfortunately my training kicked in and my body followed her without any input from my panicking brain. When I realized I was doing this, some self-preservation instinct deep inside me must've kicked in because I found myself clinging to the door frame of my cell with my free arm. Nancy stopped and looked back at me, but I was too paralyzed by the war raging inside me to do anything. Half of me wanted to follow her and be a good, obedient Pet and avoid any punishment. The other half of me was terrified of... What, exactly? I doubt I could articulate it even if my jaw wasn't firmly clamped shut. I wanted to run. I wanted to obey. I wanted to die. I wanted out of this wet diaper. I wanted all of these things simultaneously, but it didn't matter, I was frozen solid, unable to will myself to move or to release my iron grip on the door frame. "I think someone's a little nervous to have me change her." The man--Mr. McGwain--said. "Is that right, Kaity?" I somehow managed to nod my head. "You don't have to be scared, I couldn't hurt a fly. No seriously, a fly beat me up and took my lunch money in the parking lot." A burst of unexpected laughter erupted from my mouth so abruptly I reflexively covered it with my hand--the hand that had been clinging to the bars of my cage. Did he make me laugh specifically so that I'd let go of the cage? He held out his hand to me, "Now that I've shocked you out of your panic with one of my hilariously funny jokes, think you're ready to come along with me willingly to yonder changing table?" I knew that I didn't really have a choice. And yet, somehow being offered the illusion of one was still calming. I got the feeling that if I asked to be changed by Nancy instead, he wouldn't say no. Nancy might punish me for talking back to my soon-to-be owner and refusing a direct order, though. "Yes sir." I said, placing my hand delicately in his and following the two to the table currently folded up against the wall. Nancy unfolded it down and I climbed up onto the padded surface, resting my head on the built-in pillow. "My name's Connor, by the way." the man said, stepping up to the table and pulling a pair of disposable gloves from the dispenser built into the wall. "Connor McGwain..." I tested the name on my lips. "Sounds Irish, assuming you people have an Ireland in this world?" "We do indeed! And it just so happens my great grandparents immigrated here from that very place. Good catch!" I couldn't help an involuntary happy-wiggle. I knew why, of course--obedience training. As part of that grueling first week or so here, they used some sort of... Conditioning? I'm not exactly sure how it worked, and they certainly weren't gonna explain it. Anyway, they said it would enhance my brain's reactions to discipline and reward. Up until now, I wasn't sure how that would work. I guess now I know. And with that knowledge came a fresh blush coloring my cheeks. Even so... Being praised felt really good. Would it always feel that good? "Alright, let's get you cleaned up, Kaity." Connor said, reaching for the tapes of my diaper and tearing them swiftly. The rush of cold air of my damp crotch was no surprise, nor the sensation of cold wipes being dragged across my skin. These were both things I'd more or less gotten used to over the past however-long-I've-been-here. Even still, my awareness was drawn to Connor's every move--which I guess isn't too strange when a man you don't know is wiping your most intimate areas. Sure enough, he performed the deed with the same level of clinical thoroughness and efficiency I would have receive from the various caretakers here. "Do all people in this would take a diaper changing class or something? Or just people interested in adopting Pets?" I asked. He paused his wiping to give my question his full attention, "Is it that unusual by your world's standards? I mean, I know you don't have Pets, but you presumably have babies, right?" "I mean, yeah, but most guys who aren't already dads don't tend to know much about diapers." "Huh. Your world certainly is fascinating." he said, returning to the task of cleaning me up as he continued, "Here in this world, adopting Pets is actually more of a guy-thing. We even have a cliché idiom about it; 'A Pet is a man's best friend'." "In my world its dogs that are considered man's best friend." He made a face like he'd just licked something sour. "Seriously? Is dog-ownership that popular in your world?" "Oh absolutely! Dogs are the most popular pet where I come from. Do you people not keep animals as pets?" The idea struck me as extremely strange. Had they never domesticated dogs in this world? "I mean yeah, *some* people do. But it's considered pretty niche unless they're a working animal, like a herding dog or something." He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess the thought process is, why would you get an animal that can't talk or think or reason for itself when you can get a Pet instead?" I nodded, "When you put it like that, I guess it makes sense..." While he continued wiping me, my mind was still turning over something he had said: Men tend to adopt Pets here more than women. It didn't take me long to figure out why that might be the case--They wanted sex slaves. It was pretty obvious, given how the men in my world generally acted and behaved towards women. If they could just opt out of the dating scene entirely and just buy a live-in sex toy to satisfy their every need, most of them wouldn't even hesitate, even if it did mean changing diapers. Is that why Connor wanted to adopt me? To be his personal fuck doll? Part of me didn't want to believe that. After all, he'd been a perfect gentleman to me so far. But then again, maybe that was all just an act for Nancy's benefit and he'll show his true colors as soon as we're behind closed doors. "There we go! Good as new!" Connor said, patting the front of my new diaper. I'd been so wrapped up in my head that I guess I kinda zoned out while he was changing me. I sat up and wiggled my hips back and forth, filling the air with crinkles as I tested the fit. Seemed just as rock-solid as if Nancy had changed me. "Thank you, sir." I said in a small voice. "You are most welcome, my dear." he said, shoving the balled-up diaper into a nearby trash can before doing the same with his gloves. "I think I could get used to doing that a couple times a day. What do you think, Kaity? Not too bad for our first time, eh?" Before I could respond, Nancy cut in, "You'll be fine, Mr. McGwain. Would you like to bring Kaity with you out front so we can sign the adoption papers and send you two on your merry way?" Wow, these adoptions really went fast! Although they *had* mentioned something about a waiting list. So maybe it wasn't actually all that fast. Maybe they'd spent months or longer screening and vetting potential candidates that could take me home with them? Was Pet adoption here taken as seriously as child adoption? Or was it more like adopting a dog back home where the shelters are practically begging for people to take unwanted canines off their hands? "I think someone's still a little nervous, huh?" Connor said, drawing my attention back to reality. "Huh? Oh, sorry sir." I said shyly, hopping off the table. "One more thing," Nancy said, holding out an object I somehow hated even more than the diapers: A leash. "Company policy says she has to be on a leash until you get her back to your car." I didn't fight her, there wasn't any point. I'd learned that pretty quickly. But I still wasn't happy about it when she clicked the leash to the ring on my collar. Most of the time I could forget the collar was there. That is, unless there was a leash attached to it. For some reason, being leashed felt more humiliating than wearing diapers. At least with the diapers, you could argue that they were medically necessary. But the leash? That was just completely and utterly dehumanizing. I didn't need a damn leash! What was I gonna do, run out into a crowd and bite someone!? Nancy passed the leash over to Connor, who made sure it had plenty of slack before beckoning me forward, "Come, Kaity. Your new home awaits!" -
I just read where the FBI was hacked and ALL employee information was stolen...so what chance does a guy like me stand, IF the FBI is able to be hacked like this? I DID sign up to a antivirus/malware/credit/transaction monitoring and it does a shiutton else too.....as It was 60/1st year, we'll see how it works out...NOW, have to figure out HOW to get it on my PC as I put it on my phone. -
By little_madd · Posted
Maddison looked at Alice and said, "Today I'm Stephanie's little froggy helper, and I want to learn how to take care of a baby." She gave a wink that Alice understood, and the child went back to her activities. Stephanie continued the lesson on babies: "They don't know how to use the potty yet, either, so it's always good to check the diaper." Maddison blushed but followed Stephanie's lead. "Another important thing is nap time." ================================== Emilly was confused by what the women were saying when she saw Camilla lie down and expose her breast. "That's not... that's..." Emilly started to drink. Ana took the opportunity to say, "Your diet, darling, will consist of lots of baby food, milk from the mommies, and bottles—plus high-fiber foods so we get lots of stinky poops." Ana knew she still had to coordinate with Camilla regarding limiting Emilly's speech to sound more like a baby; there was also the matter of the booties—she wasn't sure yet if she would use them. Camilla smiled and said, "See, little fairy? It's very easy to be a good girl. Now, Mommy Ana, what are we going to do with our baby?"
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