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It was as though an epoch had passed when he finally logged off his work computer. She was waiting for him, standing in the doorway, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he turned his chair and said "I'm done." "Good." was the last word he heard before she walked over, one hand behind her back. She came around to the back of the chair, and playfully pushed his head back down as he tried to look up at her. All of a sudden, the world went dark as the soft black silk was brought over his eyes, and he felt it quickly tied on the back of his head. "Shirt." she demanded. He dutifully pulled his t-shirt up and over his chest, and felt her hands reach in to the neck hole to assist in pulling it cleanly off his head without disturbing his blindfold. He heard the sound of the garment being tossed into a corner of his office, then felt her hand grab hold of his. He offered no resistance as she pulled him to a stand from his desk chair and led him down the hallway. He felt the familiar touch of the carpet in their bedroom meet his bare feet as she continued to lead him onward, then all at once spun him around and gave him a shove. The edge of the mattress took his knees out from under him, and he fell backwards onto the bed. He felt her hands immediately on the crotch of his pants as she deftly unbuttoned and then unzipped the pants, then reached to his hips to pull both pants and briefs down his hips, over his knees, and then off his ankles, tossing them to the side like so much debris. Naked and blind, he felt her hand slide teasingly back up his leg, briefly touching his growing erection before it continued to caress his belly, up his chest, then grabbing his arm suddenly and pulling it upward toward the head of the bed. One hand clutched his wrist tightly as the other wrapped a soft piece of fabric around it, then quickly tied it off. His member was positively throbbing with anticipation now, as he could sense here kneeling above him on the bed and attaching a similar restraint to his other wrist. He could feel her step over his arm and back onto the floor as she snickered "Now you're mine, little boy..." He heard her open a package, and it occurred to him that they had received two shipments via UPS today, both addressed to her, both hid away carefully before he got so much as a peek at them. His suspense as to what one of them was came to an abrupt halt as she chuckled, "or should I say little girl?" All at once she was slipping something incredibly smooth and soft up his ankles and knees, sliding it up to his hips, where he felt part of it stay as she slid the rest up to his chest, then tying strings over his shoulders. Still completely unable to see, he could feel the luxurious satin of the baby doll chamise against his skin, which made his already trembling erection seem to grow to proportions previously unknown. He felt the hem of the nightie lift in the front, and she sneered "Ooooh, you like that, don't you, little girl?" as she reached down to stroke him ever so lightly through the satin of the negligee. He involuntarily shivered from head to toe at her touch, and pulled reflexively against his silken restraints as her fingertips caressed his shaft and balls. It all made sense why, for the first time since they met, she demanded that he shave his face clean, after him wearing a thick beard for half a dozen years. All at once she gave his inner thigh a hard slap. "You're not getting off that easy." she said wickedly. He heard her unzip her pants and pull them down. She straddled his chest as he heaved his breath, rubbing her now bare crotch slowly across his pecs, up over his chin, then lifting up slightly directly over his mouth. "I think you know what to do with this." she stated authoritatively. Instinctively, he lifted his head and worked her clit with his tongue, sliding it down into her vulva periodically, excited even more each time he felt her tremble and moan. As he continued to pleasure her, she began to thrust herself into his face with each stroke, moaning her own pleasure, as he felt his crotch scream for attention under the satin. He was immediately aware of her first orgasm, tasting the spoils as they leaked out of her vagina, lapping them up greedily as her convulsing diminished. "Mmmm, Mommy's little bitch is getting better at her job, isn't she?" she snarled as she dismounted him with a light slap on the cheek. He shuddered with nervous anticipation as he heard her open a dresser drawer. He felt his amply long hair being pulled sharply to one side as she tied an elastic to it, then the other. "Did she just..." he thought, but was quickly distracted by a large object, latex by the taste, being stuffed into his mouth, and a string being tied around the back of his head, securing this gag... this... pacifier?... in place. He was stone still as he heard her footsteps around to the bottom of the bed, her toes now sliding up his calf and thigh ever so gently, causing him to shiver once more. "My baby bitch likes her new binky, doesn't she?!" she mocked. He was incapable of doing much more than moaning a response, muted by the gag. His hard-on was raging, almost to the point of being painful, as she finally pulled back the hem of the skirt and mounted him, sliding her already well-lubed vagina onto his quivering shaft, sliding down tortuously slow, all the way to the base, as he whimpered his delight. She rose back up and started to come down again, but this time stopped just as his tip was all the way in, and bounced up and down just on the head, the stimulation driving him crazy as he lay there, paralyzed, positively squeaking around the huge ball of latex stuck firm in his mouth, aching for her to take him all the way into her. She kept it up for what seemed like an eternity, working the head of his penis, occasionally dropping all the way down in a sudden thrust, which practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head with ecstacy, until he could hear and feel her coming once again, and he was nearly ready to explode. As soon as she completed her orgasm, she dismounted suddenly, leaving him in a heaving, whimpering puddle on the bed, still begging for satisfaction. "Oh, no... my little baby bitch isn't going to make messies on the bed." she snickered. He heard her open a dresser drawer, then heard the sound of plastic rustling. He didn't have long to consider what new torment she had in store before he felt her grabbing his ankles and folding them practically up over his head, then dropping him back down no longer onto the soft coverlet, but something else that crinkled loudly when his bottom made contact with it. She spread his legs and pulled the something... was it?... up between his legs and covered his throbbing erection. It was! She taped the diaper onto him with speed and precision as his hard-on protested painfully, and he whimpered his agreement. "Awwww, my baby bitch wanted to get off?" she sneered as she slapped his face just hard enough to sting a bit. He felt her hand clamp down on his dick through the padding and stroke it softly. "Baby bitch likes that, huh?" she said. He could hear the wicked smile in her voice as she stroked him faster and faster, his breath coming in gasps now through his nose. He was just on the edge of his own orgasm once again when she let go, laughing maniacally. "Aw, poor baby wanted to cream in her diaper, didn't she?" she snarled as he trembled. He had full on blueballs at this point, in near agony at being denied the orgasm he desperately needed. He felt the pacifier gag loosed and popped from his mouth, suddenly realizing he had been suckling the nipple furiously in response to her denial of his release. She once again grasped his desperately throbbing erection through the incredibly thick padding and said "Tell Mommy what you want, baby girl!" "I want to come!" he gasped. She moved her hand down and squeezed his balls painfully. "Wrong answer, baby! I said TELL MOMMY what you want!" "Mommy, I want to come!" he begged. "Is that what you want, baby girl?" she cooed sarcastically. "Tell me what you are." she sneered as she resumed stroking his shaft. "I'm... a baby girl..." he whimpered. "Tell me what a sissy you are." she snarled. "I'm a sissy baby, and I want to come, Mommy!" he groveled Her hand let loose again. "Not until you make me come again, you sissy bitch!" At once her crotch was in his face once more, and he desperately did the business she demanded as the pain in his crotch reached a level he had never experienced before, to the point where he was near tears by the time he had completed his task. As she dismounted once again, he begged "Please, Mommy, make me come!" He could scarcely believe the pitch his voice had reached. He practically sounded like a little girl at that point. "Good girl." she responded seductively, sliding back down onto his chest, her juices smearing all over him. She reached back once more and grabbed his member through the plastic and stroked it as he convulsed, mocking his involuntary movements, "That's right, bitch, BEG for it! Scream for Mommy, you sissy baby bitch!" which happened nearly instantly as he finally exploded into the diaper and collapsed into a quivering pile of gelatin under her. Her voice softened as she felt him release, whispering "good baby girl, good, good baby girl." She tucked the pacifier back into his mouth, which he accepted without a fight. He felt the snap of the leather string slip across his cheek as she pulled it away from the pacifier, then silence for a moment, until a familiar "click-ca-click". He felt her hand reach under his head and untie his blindfold as he heard the printer attached to their bedroom computer whirring away. His hands still restrained, he couldn't get much of a look at himself other than the light purple sheen of the chamise covering his chest, but she was happy to show him the completeness of his domination, a printout of the photo she had taken of him lying spread-eagle, the pale purple diaper clearly visible under the purple sheer nightie, blindfolded, in pigtails, tied to the bed, with the pacifier in his mouth. Were it not for the hair on his legs and arms, one might have confused him for a woman. After allowing him to gape at the image of himself, his dark-haired beauty of a wife tossed the paper aside, releasing his hands from the silken restraints and lying down beside him, turning the light off and pulling the top sheet over them as she rolled him over onto his side, facing away from her, and spooned him. "Think about that next time you think you're wearing the pants in this relationship." she whispered in his ear as she squeezed his still-diapered bottom, and he drifted off to sleep.

"My Girlfriends Sisters Baby" ( Chapter 26 ) Beth knelt down next to me while I squirmed and finished filling my diaper, and quietly and with a smile said, " Well Robby, how does it feel to be treated, almost exactly like a baby, are you enjoying your fantasy, is this how you fantasized it would be? You do know Robby, I could still do more to make your fantasy everything you wanted it to be, I know that Kim and I have embarrassed and humiliated you, but Robby Baby, no where to the extent of humiliation that I think you expected, so tell me Baby Boy, did you still want a little bit more of humiliation, to totally fulfill your fantasy or are you ready to call it quits after tomorrow?" I sat there, looking at her, with my head hanging down, not sure of what I wanted to say, but for some reason, I felt that there was something more that I expected from my fantasy, not sure of what it was, but something, I just couldn't put my finger on, I knew that I hadn't been getting erections or getting nearly as excited like I thought I would. Beth gently lifted my head with her finger under my chin and once again asked, "Well Baby Boy, did you still want a little bit more of humiliation with the remaining time of your fantasy, or shall we call it quits after your pediatricians appointment tomorrow?" That was twice now that she mentioned calling it quits after tomorrow, I knew I wasn't ready for my fantasy to end, but also knew deep down inside that it would have to end sooner or later and I would have to get back and resume my adult life, and I also felt that this may very well be the last time I could actually enjoy living a total baby experience, so I figured, what the hell, go for the whole nine yards, I mean, after all, what could Beth and Kim possibly come up with to embarrass me anymore then I had already been embarrassed, so I looked at Beth, smiled and mistakenly said, "GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT, DO YOUR WORSE", this would prove to be a big, BIG mistake I would very shortly discover. I had no idea Beth and Kim, not only would come up with the idea, but would also have the guts to actually go through with it. After Beth heard what my decision was and that I had the balls to not only agree to whatever humiliation her and Kim could think of, but that I literally dared them to try to embarrass me, even more then what they had done up to now, Beth just smiled and once again asked me, "Are you sure you want this, you do realize that a lot of these ladies here think you're in diapers and treated like a baby because you're slow and you really can't help it?" I looked at Beth, laughed and mistakenly said, "No way, there's no way you would tell all these ladies that this whole thing was a scam and we were all just pretending, they would be just as upset with you as they would be with me", Beth just smiled, once again, and said, "We'll see Baby Boy, We'll see". Beth stood up, walked over to Kim, whispered something in her ear, then both walked over to Elly, said something to her and all 3 walked into the house. I sat there wondering what they were up to but also started thinking, that perhaps I could have timed this dare a lot better then I had, my timing wasn't all that great, for whatever they had planned, I mean, I was sitting here in another messy diaper and knew that it was just a matter of time before I was discovered, what I didn't know now was, when I did get discovered, what were Beth, Kim and their mom planning, or were they waiting to get me tomorrow when I had my appointment with the pediatrician. If they did it that way, at least there would be fewer people involved then the 17 or so ladies here now. I was probably sitting there about 10 minutes when Beth came out of the house, whispered something to Miss Dani and Ambers mom, Becky, who had been standing there chatting with Miss Dani, both ladies nodded their heads and went inside, Beth, however, walked over to me, knelt down, wrinkled her nose and said, "You be patient Baby Boy, someone will be changing your potty pants in just a little while", she then grabbed all my diaper changing items, looked at me, laughed and said, "We don't want anyone changing your diapers until we're ready, now do we Mr. Potty Pants". I hadn't been sitting too long when Cindy, Lori's daughter, came up to me and announced, "Oh My, someone smells like he's in bad need of a fresh diaper", as she leaned over behind me, pulled the back of my diaper out, peeked in and said, "EWWWWW, someone has stinky pants, c'mon Baby, let's go find Beth or your Nana and see if they want me to change you". As Cindy helped me to my feet and led me into the house, hand in hand, I noticed my reflection in the glass of the door and was shocked at not only how much my diaper was drooping and sagging, but at the apparent discolored shadow on the bottom of my diaper, letting everyone know that watched me go into the house that I had a very messy diaper, again! When we got inside, Cindy asked Beth if she wanted her to change me, Beth immediately told her no, not just yet, then spread a blanket and plastic back changing pad on the floor, motioning for me to sit down on them. As Cindy led me over to the blanket, I knelt down and turned around slowly in an attempt to sit down carefully, Kim, who was sitting on the living room couch directly behind me, leaned forward, placed her hands firmly on my shoulders and forced me down on my bottom, soundly, with a splat and a squish. Everyone immediately started laughing and wrinklin their noses, Cindy just looked at them all, with a confused look on her face, but also wrinkled her nose as the odor of my dirty diaper permeated through the room. Beth then told Cindy, to please be patient and humor them, they had a secret, but they wanted to tell everyone at the same time, and that after telling everyone, they would happily let her assist in changing Robbys poopy diaper, if she still wanted to, Cindy looked totally confused but agreed, then sat down next to Kim. Beth asked Kim, Elly and Miss Dani if they were ready and they all nodded their heads yes. Elly then volunteered to go out and get the rest of the guests and have them come inside, telling all of them that Baby Boy Robby had a BIG SURPRIZE he wanted to share with all of them. Once I realized what was happening and what I thought was going to happen, I looked at Beth, sitting just to my left, she was sitting next to Miss Dani and both were smiling at me. Once all the guests were in the house, sitting and situated, in almost a perfect circle around me, Beth stood up, gently placed her hand on the top of my head, then announced, "We're taking this time to let you all in on a little secret and a big surprize, since Cassidy's sound asleep in her little crib, and we only have one BIG BABY to take care of, we felt that this would be a good time to have a little chat with everyone and confess a little secret some of us have been sharing these past few days. I thought to myself, no way, there's absolutely no way she's going to tell all of these girls that this has just been a fantasy of mine and they've all been duped into playing along, then just as Beth was about to continue with their confession and surprize, I felt another surprize starting to happen, I had been sitting very still so as not to emanate the odor from my diaper, but then, TO MY UTTER EMBARRASSMENT, I RELEASED ANOTHER SQUISHY MESS INTO MY DIAPER WITH A RATHER LOUD, MUFFLED EXPLOSION, AND AS EVERYONE EWWW'ED AND WRINKLED AND TWITCHED THEIR NOSES, BETH, TO MY SHOCK AND HUMILIATION SAID, "WOW, WHAT A BIG BABY, WOULD YOU ALL BELIEVE THAT HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE", she smiled, looked at me, then at everyone else and said, "YUPPERS, THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND, ROB, SITTING THERE IN FRONT OF ALL YOU LADIES AND MESSING HIS DIAPERS ON PURPOSE", I don't think I could have turned any redder, as I sat there, totally humiliated, feeling the mess spreading up the back of my diaper and squishing all over my bottom, and then, I started, uncontrollably, wetting myself, soaking my diaper and causing a yellowish, wet shadow effect in front, for everyone to see, I KNEW THEN, THERE WERE A LOT MORE WAYS FOR THESE 2 TO HUMILIATE AND EMBARRASS ME, AND THAT, POSSIBLY, THEY WERE JUST GETTING STARTED?

That picture has been around the net for 5 yrs or more. In other discussions, some think it was staged to get attention. Still funny every time I see it.

My suggestions: 1. Let the community get to know you first - as a person, not just what you like to do in or with your diapers. Think hobbies, things you like to do for fun, etc. 2. Don't post graphic depictions about what you like to do in/with your diapers. Telling others what you like about diapers and stuff is fine, but in my opinion the detailed description of your "routine" is quite unnecessary, even in the diaper lovers' forum...Especially when that description is your first post. It makes you look like a HNG (horny net geek) or a troll. Being branded as either (or worse, both) pretty much screws you over. 3. If you're looking for someone to "play" with, don't act desperate, and treat people on here like people. We may all share diapers as a common link in this community, but people like to be treated nicely and not just as playthings or props. You may or may not know this already, but not everyone has common sense or decency. This is the internet after all! Anyway, welcome to DD and I hope you find what you're searching for. ~ moogle

Cassie nods. "I see. I think letting them wear their normal clothes home until you come with with an uniform is a good idea. Maybe we can call a mother's meeting one day after school and brainstorm about what the school uniform should be. Get everyone's input into the uniform. Oh before it slips my mind. Why is Courtney in just a diaper?"

Tim woke up to a splitting headache and considerable body pain. His last recollection was of falling asleep in his own bed the previous night. It took him several tries to open heis eyes and what he saw astounded and confused him. He was in what looked like a hospital room. He was definitely immobile and helpless. He tried to call out and found he was unable to speak. What the hell was going on? Too bad for Tim that he had been unable to be a fly on the wall last week. His wife Claire and Dr. Ann Taylor were present and having a business-type meeting. Claire: " I am tired of his infidelity and bothering me for sexual favors all the time. He has inherited major investments from his parents. These include oil and gas interests that keep generating income constantly. We have plenty of money to live as we wish. I am concerned that he will get trapped by some younger golddigger and demand a divorce. Last month I hired a private investigator and found that he has not only been seeing a 21 year old slut half his (and my) age and has made preliminary inquiries to an attorney. I want him under my control permanently and I am willing to make it well worth your while" Dr Ann was rather taken aback. Her first thought was What a Bitch!. She looked at Claire and saw a well dressed woman in her early 40's. She was dressed for lunch with her girlfriends, all of whom were just as snobby as her. She was used to her life among the elite ot the city and did not want to risk a divorce. She and Tim had only one child, a daughter MaryAnn who was away at a prestigious college. Claire was constantly trying to lose 10 or 15# and resorted to figure shaping garments. Today she was wearing a clinging beige dress. It looked conservative at first glace, but the shiny hosiery and four inch heels somewhat spoiled the look. She had the tendency to dress 10 years youger than her real age. The dress was one size too small, but Claire solved this with a long-legged all-in one under her outer clothes. Dr. Ann: "As you well know, I am trying to fund a private clinic difficult cases such as this. I am a psychiatrist and have hired a head nurse who has experience with long to term care. We believe we can help here for a resonable donation. I would like to bring Nurse Yohnson in." Ann said into her phone, "Inger, would you please come in." Nurse Inger Yohnson entered the room. She was a sight to behold. The perfect Vakfyrie of Norse myth. She was tall and while not slim, was obviously used to being a figure of authority. Inger: "AS you can tell by my name and accent, I am from Sweden. I have studied in Europe and learned many mind-altering tactics there. Let's start planning things." Tim was in big trouble, but he was yet to find out. Tim woke next time to a vision of loveliness. A blonde angel's face filled his vision. "Hello Timmy. I am your nurse Inger and I will be taking care of you. You have been in a serious accident and we will be helping you heal" Unknown to Tim, Claire had drugged his beer Sunday night. Beer drinking, she thought. Another disgusting habit of Tim's that would be altered. He had not been in a real accident, but the good doctor and Nurse Inger had faked the whole thing. Inger replied, " Both of your arms are broken and your left knee also. We have had to immoblize you. If you look dowm, you will see you are wearing protection. You had a bladder infecytion from the catheter and we had to give you massive doses of anti-biotics which often have the side effect of loss o bowel control. You may or may not regain bowel control in the future, but it is unlikely that you will be able to hold you urine. In other words, you are essentially incontinent. Now that you are awake, we will take the feeding tube out ." Tim was overtaken by drowsiness. His next awareness had different feelings. His throat was sore, but he could make hoarse noises. He felt himself wet his "protection garment" Dammit, he thought. This is really nothing but a diaper. What is going on? Nurse Inger came in. Let's check your diaper big boy" Tim hated the use of the term diaper. Little did he know that diapers were to be a permanent addition to his life.

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"So you think you're going to go all the way?" Kayla shrugged, vaguely aware of the coversation she and her friend Sam were having. "I guess. He's been hounding me 24/7 lately. AND he's getting much more touchy than usual." "You think he's to good to try anything?" "Yeah, but who said he'd be the one doing it?" The two girls laughed as Sam turned off the freeway. They were just coming home from the movies and dinner, and were heading to Sam's house to chill out. Her parents were gone the entire weekend, so Sam had the entire weekend to do whatever she wanted. Kayla, of course, was going to do the same. "But still, if Jake does try anything, make sure he slips on a rubber. You don't want a pregnancy. You're parents would kill you!" "Yeah, whatever. They'd have a panic attack, but they have one of those everytime I do something." "All I'm saying is, be careful. A baby does nothing but ruin your life." "This whole conversation is meaningless. He probably won't try anything anyways. My boyfriend's to sweet for that." "Wow, you're lucky you have someone like Jake. I know for a fact that Tommy wants nothing more from me than to get in my pants." "No wonder he stays with you, you put out pretty easy." Sam glared at Kayla through the top of her sunglasses. Kayla smiled awkwardly. "That was a joke." ________________________________________________ After about two hours of hanging out, Sam came up with something to do. "So Ollie's having a big party at 9 tonight. Half of our class will be there. Want to go?" "Will there be...you know, booze?" Sam smiled schemingly. "Well, maybe a little." Kayla shook her head. "No, I shouldn't. I'm still recovering from last night's party. And my parents are on my back like a bitch. I better sit this one out." "Oh come on Kayla! You could invite Jake! You haven't been out together in forever. And besides, you don't HAVE to drink." Kayla furrowed her brow. "Ohh...fine. But you better make sure I don't get drunk!" "Oh come on Kayla, you can trust me. When have I ever let you down before?" ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kayla stumbled through the hallway's of ollie's house, a Sminoff ice in her right hand and her left hand bracing the hallway. She was smashed out of her mind, probably more drunk then she had ever been. She finally found the bathroom door and opened it all the way. On the sink, a guy and a girl were half naked and grinding vigourously. She just walked in and grabbed the trash can. She vomited roughly, put the trash can down, and left the two lovers to their work. As she stumbled down the hallway, she realized the real reason she had to go to the bathroom; she had to pee. She wondered into the kitchen and saw her boyfriend Jake talking with a friend from school about sports. She walked up behind him and started to sloppily kiss him. He blushed as he finished his conversation. He turned to her as she downed the rest of the Smirnoff. "Kayla, how much have you had to drink?" "What does it matter? I can drink as much as I want!" She lavished the empty bottle in the air as she spoke. Jake took it from her. "Come on, we should go..." "I can't leave without Sam, she'll wonder where I am!" Kayla drunkenly proclaimed. Jake turned around and saw Sam and her boyfriend making out vigoursly. Secretly, he wondered if he was the only sober guy left at the party. "Eh...I don't think we'll have to worry about her..." "Well, let me use the bathroom first." She stumbled out of his grip and walked to the trash can. To his horror, she bent over it and began to piss herself, her jeans still on her. Everyone turned around and started to laugh. "Hey bro, I think it's about time you took you're girl home! She's as hammered as hell!" Ollie jokingly yelled across the room. Everyone contained laughing as Jake wrapped his towel around his now wet girlfriend. He picked her up and they both walked out the door. He put her down gently on the passenger seat and headed to his own. He sighed as he drove out of the driveway. He drove to his house and then stopped. Kayla rose from her seat as though she didn't understand what was happening. "Kayla, I don't think I should take you home. Not like this. I'll let you change first and then..." Suddenly, Kayla's warm lips planted on Jake's as she held him close in his embrace. Even though her breath smelled of alcohol, Jake couldn't help but feel excited. He grew an erection as Kayla half hazardly tried to take his shirt off. "Kayla no, we shouldn't be doing this. You're drunk, and I'm..." He stopped in his track as Kayla grabbed his throbbing penis. "Shh, baby...let's just do this the right way." She removed her shirt and bra at once and began to stroke his penis in her right hand. Despite his best efforts, Jake couldn't resist his male urges. Before he knew it, they were both completly naked, in the back seat, having sex. She was still urine soaked, but he didn't care. Between the sweat and sexual fluids coming from both of them, the urine hardly seemed to matter. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kayla awoke from her sleep about 10 minutes after her and Jake had sex in the back of his car. He to was asleep, his arm wrapped around her naked body. Kayla paniced; she had to get home. Still really drunk and not thinking very well, Kayla slipped on her still damp panties and her shirt and hurried home. Her pants and bra stayed with Jake as a parting gift. Her house was only a few blocks from Jake's, but her drunkeness caused her to be lost most of the time. Finally, an hour after leaving Jake's car, Kayla stumbled upon her house. She was both tired and super drunk, and she was beginning to loose consciousness. Despit her best efforts, Kayla collasped on her driveway, her head hitting the driveway with a sickening thud. The last thing she felt as she hit the pavement was more urine feeling up her now soaked panties, and inklings of blood dripping from her head. And then, she was out cold.

Premium = Using somebody else's design and charging more for it? Hey. I have a circa 1980 rolex ripoff. I'd like to sell it to you for 30 thousand dollars. Why say no? You're just being a negative nelly! There's a difference between pointing out that an upcoming product is an obvious attempt to rip people off and swindle them out of their money and feeling "burned." "Burned" would be the people wasting their money on this product. "Laughing" would be those of us who know ABU for what it is and are making fun of the gullible folks who got talked into paying that much for a ripped-off design from a DEMONSTRATED, FACTUALLY crap, lying, second-rate company that somebody's calling "original" despite obvious evidence. That is, of course, working under the assumption that we're not talking about the part of the posts that you didn't respond to: The part where we mention that if the product IS in fact good, that's cool, but it's still stupidly expensive.

I have no qualms with paying a premium price for a premium product. It's just that ABU has a shit reputation when it comes to business dealings, so I think everyone's just skeptical that it's going to actually be a premium product.

I think the next product should be the same classico diaper with a disney theme prints.

Maybe get into the clothing part of it a bit. Bambino onesi anyone?