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Question is they gonna buy new diapers for him ?

i  read it and it makes  sense but how does it make my sexual fantasy not hurt me ? that is emotional   people say just change it  to  like what would u  like a girl do for u?

Dont think so Eddie 

Chapter 36 : Mrs. Turner stood just outside the classroom, hands clasped in front of her as she greeted students arriving for the day. When she spotted Jill, Marcus, and Jack approaching, her expression warmed immediately.   “Well, good morning,” she called out.   “Morning,” Marcus replied, adjusting the diaper bag on his shoulder.   Jill gave a small smile. “Hi.”   Mrs. Turner’s eyes dropped briefly to Jack, who sat in the stroller holding Flopsy close, his pacifier resting in his mouth. He looked calmer than he had the day before—comfortable, even.   “Good morning, Jack,” she said gently.   Jack looked up at her and gave a small, shy wave.   Mrs. Turner nodded approvingly before turning back to the others. “Marcus, would you mind taking Jack to your seats?” she asked. “I’d like to speak with Jill for a moment.”   Marcus glanced at Jill, then nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got him.”   He took hold of the stroller and wheeled Jack inside. “Come on, buddy,” he said quietly.   Jack looked back once at Jill, then let Marcus guide him in.   Outside, Mrs. Turner shifted her attention fully to Jill. “I’m glad you reached out,” she said. “What’s on your mind?”   Jill exhaled softly, her composure steady but her emotions just beneath the surface. “It’s about Jack,” she began. “Last night… he told me something.”   Mrs. Turner’s expression grew more attentive. “Go on.”   Jill hesitated only briefly. “He said he doesn’t have anyone. No family. No one.” Her voice softened. “He called me ‘Mama.’”   Mrs. Turner absorbed that quietly.   Jill continued, “It didn’t feel forced. It felt… natural to him. Like he needed it.”   Mrs. Turner nodded slowly. “That kind of attachment can happen when a child begins to feel safe. Especially if they’ve been missing that connection.”   Jill looked down for a moment. “I just don’t want to handle it wrong.”   “You won’t,” Mrs. Turner said gently. “Not if you stay mindful of his needs—which you clearly are.”   Jill nodded, then added, “There’s something else.”   Mrs. Turner waited.   “I ordered something,” Jill said. “Pills… to help me nurse him.”   Mrs. Turner’s expression shifted slightly—not judgmental, but thoughtful. “I see.”   “Marcus isn’t on board,” Jill admitted. “And I understand why. It’s a big step.”   “It is,” Mrs. Turner agreed. “And it’s one we should approach carefully.”   Jill looked back up. “I thought it might help him. With bonding. With consistency.”   “It might,” Mrs. Turner said. “But it’s important that both caregivers are aligned. And we also need to consider Jack’s emotional readiness, not just his physical care.”   Jill nodded slowly.   “I’m not saying no,” Mrs. Turner continued. “But I am saying we take this one step at a time. We’ll talk more about it together—with Marcus as well.”   “Okay,” Jill said, relief and uncertainty mixing together.   Mrs. Turner gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re doing a good job, Jill. He trusts you—and that matters.”   Jill let out a small breath. “Thank you.”   “Come on,” Mrs. Turner said, gesturing toward the door. “Let’s head in.”   Inside the classroom, things had already settled. Marcus had parked the stroller and helped Jack into his seat. Jack sat quietly, a piece of paper in front of him, a crayon clutched in his hand.   Jill took her seat beside him, giving him a small smile. He looked up at her and smiled back around his pacifier—soft, familiar.   There was something steady between them now.   Jack leaned slightly toward her, just enough to feel close.   She came back, he thought. She always does.   Class moved along smoothly. No interruptions, no tension—just the quiet hum of work and discussion.   Jill and Marcus leaned in together again, refining their presentation.   “We’ll need to tighten the ending,” Marcus said.   Jill nodded. “Yeah, and maybe rehearse tonight.”   Beside them, Jack focused on his drawing. His small hand moved carefully across the paper, adding shapes and colors.   Three figures.   One tall. One a little shorter.   And one small, in the middle.   He paused, looking at it.   This is us, he thought.   A small smile tugged at his lips.   My family.   He added a few more details, concentrating hard.   Then, suddenly—   He froze.   A warmth spread, followed by a familiar discomfort.   His grip tightened on the crayon.   Oh…   Jack shifted slightly in his seat, his heart starting to race.   Not here…   He didn’t say anything. He just sat there, hoping maybe no one would notice.   But the smell gave him away.   A student nearby wrinkled their nose.   “…Uh…”   Another turned.   Within seconds, the quiet classroom shifted. Heads turned. Eyes landed on Jack.   The attention hit him all at once.   His cheeks flushed, his body tensing.   They’re looking at me…   His eyes dropped quickly to the table.   Don’t look… don’t look…   He shrank into himself, fear creeping in.   Jill noticed immediately.   She looked at him, then at the room, then back at him.   “Hey,” she said softly, placing a hand gently on his back.   Jack didn’t look up.   “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”   He leaned into her slightly, his voice barely audible.   “…Sorry…”   “You don’t need to be sorry,” Jill said gently, her tone firm but comforting.   She looked up at Mrs. Turner. “Can we use the private room again?”   Mrs. Turner nodded without hesitation. “Of course.”   Jill stood, carefully lifting Jack into her arms. He clung to her, burying his face into her shoulder.   As she carried him out, Jack whispered softly, his voice trembling but sincere.   “…Thank you…”   Jill held him a little tighter.   “Always,” she murmured.   And as they stepped out of the classroom, the noise and attention faded—replaced again by the quiet safety he had come to rely on in her arms.   The private room was quiet, tucked away from the noise and eyes of the classroom. The moment the door closed behind them, the tension that had followed Jack seemed to ease just a little.   Jill shifted him gently in her arms. “It’s okay,” she murmured, brushing her hand over his back. “We’re all good.”   Jack kept his face pressed into her shoulder, still embarrassed, still clinging.   “I didn’t mean to…” he whispered.   “I know,” Jill said softly. “You don’t have to explain. Accidents happen.”   She carried him over to the changing area and laid him down carefully. Her movements were calm and practiced, steady in a way that helped ground him. She cleaned him up thoroughly, speaking softly the whole time—little reassurances, gentle tones.   “There we go… almost done… nice and clean again.”   Jack watched her quietly, his earlier fear fading as her attention stayed focused and kind.   Once finished, she helped him sit up and adjusted his clothes. “Better?”   Jack gave a small nod. “…Yeah.”   Jill smiled faintly and lifted him again, carrying him over to the couch. She sat down and settled him in her arms, instinctively pulling him close.   There was a pause—soft, quiet.   Then she looked down at him. “Do you want to… try again?” she asked gently.   Jack hesitated only for a moment before nodding. “…Okay.”   Jill adjusted slightly, holding him securely. The room grew even quieter as he relaxed into her, the earlier embarrassment melting away into comfort.   Jack’s body softened almost immediately.   Warm… safe…   Jill stroked his hair gently, her voice dropping into a soft, soothing rhythm. “You’re okay… you’re doing so good…”   She hummed quietly, a simple lullaby under her breath.   Jack closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment. The world outside—the classroom, the stares, the embarrassment—faded completely.   This is… where I belong, he thought faintly.   He shifted slightly after a while, and Jill adjusted with him, patient and attentive. She didn’t rush him, didn’t break the calm—just stayed present.   Time passed quietly like that.   Eventually, Jack relaxed fully, his breathing slow and even again.   When he was done, Jill gently adjusted her clothes and reached for his pacifier, placing it back into his mouth.   “There you go,” she said softly.   Jack looked up at her, eyes heavy but calm. “…Thank you.”   Jill leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Always.”   After a moment, she stood, holding him close for just a second longer before setting him down.   “Ready to head back?” she asked.   Jack nodded, holding Flopsy in one hand now.   They stepped back into the classroom together.   The room had settled again, conversations low and focused. Marcus looked up as they returned, his expression softening with relief.   “Hey,” he said quietly.   Jill gave a small nod as she helped Jack back into his seat.   Marcus reached over and slid a piece of paper toward her. “He made something,” he said.   Jill looked down.   It was the drawing.   Three figures—simple, colorful, but intentional. One tall, one slightly shorter, and one small figure in between. The three were close together.   A family.   Jill’s breath caught.   She didn’t say anything at first.   Her fingers lightly touched the edge of the paper as she looked at it again, taking in every detail.   Jack watched her carefully, a little nervous now.   “…You like it?” he asked quietly.   Jill looked up at him, her expression soft—almost overwhelmed.   “I love it,” she said, her voice gentle but full. “It’s perfect.”   Jack smiled around his pacifier, a small but proud smile.   Jill reached over and pulled him into a quick, gentle hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.   Jack leaned into her, holding Flopsy close.   Class continued smoothly after that, the earlier moment already fading into the background. Jill and Marcus wrapped up a few final points for their presentation, working more in sync now.   When class finally ended, they packed up their things and headed out together.   The walk back felt lighter.   Marcus stretched his arms a bit. “Alright… after all that, I’m hungry.”   Jill gave a small laugh. “Same.”   Marcus glanced at them both. “What if we do something fun? Make-your-own pizzas.”   Jill raised an eyebrow. “That actually sounds really good.”   Marcus nodded. “We can grab what we need and throw it together.”   Jack perked up slightly at the word.   “…Pizza?”   Marcus smirked. “Yeah, pizza.”   Jack’s eyes lit up—but then Marcus added, “After you finish your baby food first.”   Jack’s excitement dipped just a little.   “…Okay,” he said, though clearly less thrilled about that part.   Jill smiled. “It’ll be worth it.”   Jack thought about it for a second.   Baby food… then pizza.   He nodded again, more certain this time.   “Okay.”   As they made their way back to the dorm, the mood was calmer—warmer. The kind of quiet that came after a hard moment turned into something meaningful.   Jack held onto Flopsy with one hand, the memory of his drawing and Jill’s reaction still fresh in his mind.   She liked it…   And as he walked between them, there was a quiet sense of belonging that stayed with him—stronger than before.

Andrea sitting on the toilet has to go pee really badly but can't get her pants off.  She spreads her legs and goes in her diaper under her pink pants.  The diaper gets puffy.  She looks awesome while wetting herself.