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Enjoying a nice 44oz Orange Slush from Sonic on a hot summer night.

( thankyou everyone for your suggestions i will try harder to make this story better and more enjoyable) Winter carried Zoey upstairs to the nursery and laid her down on the changing table. She watched Zoey for a minute and noticed she didnt even care about her loaded diaper she just was enjoying herself. Bringing over the changing supplies winter ripped off the tabs and opened the diaper. " wow somebody sure ate alot at dinn dinn huh". After using many wipes Zoey was clean. " theres the cute little tushie im used to no more mud butt". She powdered Zoeys bottom and taped on the new diaper just as Ms.. Baker came into the room with Faith. Ms. Baker put Faith in her crib and gave her a bottle. Winter gave zoey to Ms. Baker." Ms. Baker do you mind if a stay a little longer I kinda dont want to go home yet". Ms. Baker smiled she knew winters mom had twins a couple months back and was yet to learn how to spread the love to all her children equally, sure the babies needed most of the attention but winter needed some mommy daughter time too." No problem you can leave whenever your ready". " thank you so much Ms. Baker" giving her a hug she walked back downstairs and played leggos with bryce. About an hour later, Bryce was put to bed and Winter decided it was time to go home. She didnt hate her home but she didnt like it much either.Once the twins were born if was like she went from regular teen to nanny. Her parents made her get this, do that, they only used her name when they complained about what she did wrong. She enjoyed listning to her ipod while she was in her room. She couldnt do that anymore because it either woke up the babies or made them cranky. She was starting to spend less and less time at home, staying late at school to do her homework, or just walking around town. School ended the next week and she didnt know what she would do to get out the house.Opening the door to her house she was welcomed with both babies crying and her parents giving her a dirty look. " had to slam the door we just put them to sleep, then you come in and wake them up" her mother said. "Sorry mom next time ill use the doggy door or just sleep outside not like you care about me anyway". Both her parents were about to say something when she ran upstairs and made sure to slam hee door this time.

Your asking someone with a nick name Twisted..if they want handcuffs? Thats funny!

I won't be harsh, though I will be direct and to the point. This is called an "info dump", and it's what all mediocre to downright bad fiction starts with. Don't do this. Introduce your character with action, adding descriptions where it actually adds to the story instead of distracting from it. The reason why this is such a terrible way to start off a story? It makes me not care about the character. I don't care about an "average girl (or boy or man or woman)". You just started your story by declaring that your lead character, the focus of the story, is vanilla and boring.

i LOVE Pigeon forge and would be interested in attending to meet other littles, but the "vetting process" worries me. There's a limit to how much personal info i want to give to people I don't know well.

i was going to go to the uslittles site to get more information about this event, but i have to register and it asks for things like my address etc.... do you have to give all that information just to register to find out more info about the event?

I am thankful my parents accept my diapers now. I can wear them and they won't get mad at me and tell me to take them off because I am an adult. My brothers don't snoop in my room so they wouldn't find them. They also don't dig in the trash either so they wouldn't find them. They also do not slap my butt. I got to wear around them and they never noticed. But I was a kid then so they didn't accept it and didn't want me wearing so they didn't get me any and I had no way of getting any back then. This is why I am glad to be an adult, not a child. I also found out lot of people don't care that you wear diapers. They just assume it's medical and they don't say a word about it. I think kids are more likely to say something about it because they are brutally honest and blunt. Like they may say "what are those?" or "Look at these big diapers?" "What are these for?" "Why do you have diapers?" But they may not even notice what they are if all they see is the package and are not interested in the package and what they see on it. Oh yeah my husband's family have seen my diapers and never said a word about it to me. They all probably think it's medical. The baby stuff I have is passed off as my son's. I live on my own with my husband and son but pretty soon my parents and us will all be living together. BabyJune, You brother lives in your house and you live in your mother's house? Did you guys swap homes or what?

I don't wear often, but I do try to wear to bed when in the mood, as it comes and goes for me, but I still do my 'maintenance wearing' to keep this thing from becoming a H*U*G*E obsession and problem. Anyways, when I do wear to bed, I usually wake up to pee and end up using the bathroom ( I know I know! ) but on that occasion that I don't, I wake up use the diaper and then go back to sleep. But sometimes I find it hard to sleep because I worry about leaking etc...IE trusting my diaper. It's just the way I am, unless I am so heavily padded that there is no way a leak can occur. I have a large capacity bladder and when I need to go...I G*O! so thats why I worry about leaks. But double diapering with cloth and plastic pants usually helps avoid leaking, and I can sleep again....and when I wake up, not needing to pee, I know that more than likely soaked although there have been times I was so heavily padded that no matter how much I pee I cant soak everything. Inner diaper of coarse is soaked but the outer one is 'maybe' damp... No leaks and a good nights sleep and a great nights pee! but this doesn't happen often, but when it does it's nice Also, when I don't wear to bed I don't worry about wetting the bed, so it's not an issue as it is something I kind of have to work at. If I had my own place again, and own laundry facilities, I think I would wear a lot more at night, especially cloth, then it might be a little different. But for now thats the way it is because of my living situation. Someday it will change..

Quick reminder, Doug was Sasha's last victim, she sent him away and ordered him to find Club SIlence Chapter Six Doug walked through the front door of Club Silence and looked around, the entry room was just simple bar that catered to the S and M crowd. Leather and spikes abound, there were men kissing men, women licking women and in some cases Doug couldn’t tell what the sex the partners were. “This must be the place,” he thought to himself. “Sasha sent me,” Doug said to the large bearded bartender. He looked up from his phone which looked like a child’s toy in his huge mauls and grunted towards a door in the back. The door buzzed and Doug was allowed in, after a short hallway he entered into a sex dungeon that rivaled Sasha’s. There was a nude woman strapped to a cross and man wearing a leather G string was tickling her with a long feather. In a corner there was a cage with what appeared to be a man completely covered in leather was sleeping sprawled out on the floor. Neon light flooded from tubes on the walls and bizarre sex machines were spread out on the floor. An almost comically short man stepped from the shadows, he was dressed like some kind of gothic vampire prince, his long black cloak trailing behind him. “You must be Doug,” he said in a British accent, “Sasha told me about you, come to me,” Doug quickly scampered to the man’s side. “Lick my boots clean while I explain your situation to you,” the man said. Doug fell to all fours and began to lick the man’s boots, “Ahh perfect obedience. My name is Sebastian and I am your new owner, you are my slave now until I say otherwise. You will live here in the club, and because you were so exquisitely trained I will use you as an example while teaching other masters how to train their slaves. Do you have any questions?” Sebastian asked. Doug stopped licking the boots long enough to answer, “No master,” and returned to his work. “I’m home,” he thought. Meanwhile back at the zoo… Lucy looked around and seemed to focus for a second. “Nick I have a small problem, several people saw my sister’s little escapade and one person even videoed it, I have to take care of this now.” She looked around and spotted a young couple pushing a stroller about to enter the reptile house. “Oh mam, sir, can you help me please,” Lucy shouted at the man and woman. They immediately changed direction and pushed their stroller up to Lucy. “What can I do for you,” the lady asked. “This is rather embarrassing, but there’s been an emergency, can you please watch little Nicky here while I go and take care of it,” Lucy asked the woman. “Sure we’ll watch him for awhile, he looks to be about the same age as my daughter,” the woman answered. “Great, I’ll be back soon,” Lucy said and started off. “Wait, you can’t be serious, what if she sees me,” Nick asked. “Don’t worry baby, mommy will be right back,” Lucy said as she hurried away. The woman started pushing Nick’s stroller while the man started pushing their daughters. “Hello little Nicky, you’re such a cute little guy,” she said and pinched his cheek. Nick had the sudden idea that he could use this situation to escape, he tried to unbuckle the strap that held him in the stroller, but he quickly found that he lacked the motor skills to manipulate the strap. “Lady listen, I know I look like a baby to you, but I’m a man, I’ve got to get out of here, that woman is not my mother, she’s some crazy psychic, please help me, let me out of this thing,” Nick said. “Oh he really misses his Mommy, listen to him babble,” the husband said with a chuckle. “It’s OK big guy, we’ll take good care of you.” Nick tried to force his way out of the stroller and realized that he even lacked the strength lift his body out of the seat. Then as if on cue he felt his sphincter muscle involuntarily relax and a load of poop dumped into his diaper. He began to loose control of his emotions and started bawling, but luckily for him his baby sitter quickly stuffed his paci in his mouth. He began sucking and felt calmness spread out from the rubber nipple in his mouth. The reptile house had a large central foyer with a huge water enclosure, swimming around the enclosure were all manner of turtles and lizards, The young couple pushed their two strollers all the way around the enclosure and pointed out some of the more interesting creatures to their little girl and Nick. The man began to twitch his nose and sniffed the air, “Well, I think someone needs to be changed,” he said. “Yeah I thought I smelled a stinky,” the mother answered. “I wonder who made it,” she said as she pulled her daughters shorts down a bit and pulled the diaper back to look inside, she stuck two fingers in and frowned.” Melinda’s wet, but she hasn’t pooped, it must be Nicky. The young man pulled Nick forward in stroller and he found himself unable to resist but actually assisting the man with the movement, the man pulled back the straps looked down behind Nick. “Oh man, this dude has blown out his diaper bad,” “Should we change him?” the woman asked. “We have too, this stinks too bad,” the father answered. They pushed their strollers to the bathroom, there were three doors, man, woman, and family. They entered the family restroom and found another another large family in the process of changing diapers. A double stroller was parked against the wall with two little twins, and a 3 year old boy was up on the fold out changing table. “Oh sorry, we’ve got two more diapers to change, they we’ll be out of your hair,” the other mother said. “We’ve got a real mess here,” the woman said as she begun to unbuckle Nick’s strap. “Mr. poopy britches here has gone and blown out his diaper,” she said with a laugh. “Listen honey you get, Melinda and I’ll take care of Nick here,” the young man said handing the mother baby Melinda. “OK, but remember you volunteered,” the mother said as she took her baby girl to the other changing table. The young father removed the diaper bag from under Nick’s stroller and found that it contained a large changing pad, he laid it on the bathroom floor and lifted Nick out of the stroller and quickly stood him on his feet. Nick was stunned, the illusion was so strong that he didn’t even realize he just lifted a 140 pound man. “OK dude, lets take off these overalls,” the father said and started undoing the snaps on the bottom of the shorts. Nick found that he needed to keep one hand on the man at all times, his legs felt so weak he couldn’t stand without help. “He’s got poo allover his shortalls, and his T-shirt,” the man announced as he undid the straps and let the shortalls fall to the ground. Nick furiously sucked on his pacifier afraid he would loose control and start bawling, this had to be the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He’d never felt so weak and so embarrassed as the poop stained shirt came off over his head. The man laid Nick onto the changing mat and began untaping his diapers, he deftly used the diapers to wipe away as much of the poo has possible before going to work on him with wipes. Nick rolled his head to the side and looked up to see that the 3 year old boy and little baby Melinda were getting the same treatment on his poopy rear and her wet butt. Melinda’s change was finished rather quickly and she was placed back in her stroller then her mother started looking through Nick’s diaper bag before wathcing the rest of Nick’s humiliating wipe down. “Well, the little guy will have to spend the rest of his day in just a diaper, there aren’t any extra clothes in his diaper bag,” she said. She spent a few moments staring at Nick’s crotch, “Oh god she noticed my pubic hair,” Nick thought. She frowned and then turned to her husband, was unfolding one of Nick’s huge diapers. “Is it weird we’re changing some stranger’s baby?” she asked. “Well, I don’t know, I mean it’s not something we normally do is it? but she seemed really nice and like she really needed help,” the young husband answered. “Yeah, that’s true, but something is weird here, have you ever seen a baby with hair down there?” she asked. “Umm, no,” the man answered. They looked at each other and then looked back down at Nick’s nude and hairy body on the floor and their mouths fell open. “What the hell,” the man said. Right at that moment Lucy burst into the bathroom, “Its OK Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I’ve got little Nicky now and everything is fine,” she said. The confused looks on their faces turned into warm smiles, “Hey no problem, but I hate to tell you but little Nicky really made a mess in his diaper and it blew out all over his clothes,” the young mother replied. “No problem, the little guys a pooping machine, I’ll take care of him now, thank you so much, you guys take off and have a great day,” Lucy answered. The young couple smiled and pushed little Melinda out of the bathroom. Lucy finished taping up Nick’s fresh diaper and helped him off the changing mat and back into the stroller. “I hate you,” Nick said as they left the reptile house, he was doing his best to hold back tears. “I’m sorry, that was irresponsible of me, but I couldn’t let those people remember what they saw.” “You didn’t even pack extra clothes,” Nick said as he looked down at his white legs poking out of a big nursery print disposable diaper. “I’m sorry Nick I really am, lets go home I’ll try and make it up to you,” Lucy said then secretly smiled as the strong currents of power entered her body from Nick’s extreme humiliation.

Again, your psuedo-facts are based on something you know nothing about. I grew up on a farm. Farmers do not get paid for low crop yield or failed crops unless they have crop insurance. Also, farmers are the hardest working Americans you will ever meet. They are subsidized to grow what Washington wants but they do not have to grow what the government wants if they reject the subsidy. If Washington wants to call the tune, they have to pay the piper. American farmers literally feed the world. Our country gives away the excess food our country does not use. This is a point of national security. If we do not control our own food supplies, we are at the mercy of those that due. As for the light bulb, then why must the government get involved? The free market will kill off the 100wat light bulb as sure as the buggy whip and steam engine were killed off by internal combustion and cars. Anything the government touches is usually unnecessarily burdened. I'm just really sick of the whole something-for-nothing-someone-else-pays-for-it mentality. I pay enough in federal taxes alone currently to keep a family of 4 above the poverty level. If I get 5% of that back for having a mortgage, you are saying I'm getting welfare? Hardly.

That guy has a whole website like that. I just ran across it. I'll find the link.