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  1. Here is the start of a brand new story! The first part has been available on my Patreon for the last week and anyone who subscribes at the $5 tier get early access to all my work. The people at the $10 tier get early access plus exclusive stories. There are other tiers and rewards available. I'm about to embark on a special Christmas bundle for my patrons. Over the next four days I will post two Patreon exclusive stories and two updates to on-going stories. I couldn't write as much as I do without the support of my wonderful Patrons. A huge thank you to: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Sophie S, Dre, Darrell, Jack C, Frank Sz, S Millard, Cheryl C, Carlota Cr, Alex W, Snazzycool, Ron M, M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cole T, Dorian G, Babybb, J Land, Tim F, Cvsflip105, Chris B, WillNotWill, Jerry J, Charlie S, P, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Cole, Scott S, Akithor, Diapering Daddy, Guilyn, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I also write commissions. Please message me if you are interested... I charge £5 per 1000 words with a 20% discount if you are a patron. --- Stork Industries By Elfy “This is bullshit!” Charlotte exclaimed. She banged the desk in front of her in frustration. It wasn’t her desk but the desk of the much older editor of the newspaper that Charlotte worked for, Mr. Bloom. She rubbed her face as she tried to get her temper under control. At 22-years-old, Charlotte was very new to her job as a journalist and she was eager to make her name for herself. Her impatience was doing her no favours though as she was desperate for a big story. Even though she only worked for a small regional newspaper she knew that she could go all the way to one of the big publications, she just needed the big break. That one story that pushed her over the edge and made her nationally recognised. “Easy, Miss. O’Brien…” The editor said from behind the desk, “This desk would be harder to replace than you.” Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She found it hard to swallow her emotions when it seemed like all her male colleagues were getting the breaks whilst she languished at the bottom doing fluff pieces. “I just… I just want a proper story.” Charlotte said with forced calmness. “You get proper stories!” Mr. Bloom replied. “The local beauty pageant? The story of the stolen horse?” Charlotte replied with a shake of the head, “These aren’t stories!” “I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Bloom shrugged, “The others work bigger stories because they go and find their leads. If you come up with a bigger story you can write it.” Charlotte held her tongue when she remembered when she had been brand new and sniffed out a story of civic corruption. She had told Mr. Bloom and was shocked a few days later when one of her male colleagues was given the story. “Just be patient.” Mr. Bloom continued, “You are young and when you take things into your own hands it can be dangerous. Just keep chipping away and your time will come.” “I’m going for lunch…” Charlotte replied sulkily. She didn’t want to hear what the old editor had to say, what did he know about being young and ambitious? He was the editor for a tiny newspaper out in the middle of nowhere. Charlotte walked over to her desk in the middle of the newsroom and grabbed her coat and handbag. She wanted to get away to a quiet café where she could calm down and forget about the world. At college her ambition had been praised and encouraged, in the real world she felt like it was a negative and something to be ashamed of. Walking down the road away from her offices, Charlotte felt like something was a bit amiss. She looked behind her as she walked and saw a woman who seemed far too covered up for the warm conditions. Charlotte wondered if she was being followed. Charlotte continued down the road until she encountered her favourite lunch spot, a small café on the edge of the busy part of town. The café was never busy and it was the perfect place to go for some sandwiches, coffee and reflection. “The usual.” Charlotte said with a smile to the young woman behind the counter as she sat down with her newspaper. Charlotte opened the newspaper, held it in front of her and started reading. She shook her head at both her internal frustration and another day filled with bad news. She started reading a story about disappearing people that had the police stumped but she had to stop halfway through, the grammar was just atrocious. How did these people get jobs? “Hello.” Charlotte jumped so hard she nearly knocked the table in front of her over. She dropped the newspaper on to the surface in front of her and with wide eyes realised that the person she had seen earlier was now sat opposite her at the tiny table. A young woman, maybe in her thirties, who looked like she hadn’t slept in days. She was pale and haggard and reminded Charlotte of a wild animal. The stranger’s wide eyes looked around the small café as if scanning for threats. She looked positively crazy. “Do… Do I know you?” Charlotte asked haltingly. One of her hands went to her pocket where she had mace on standby. She knew journalism could be a dangerous job but she didn’t expect trouble at lunch time in the middle of a shop. The mysterious woman didn’t reply. The swivelling eyes had settled on Charlotte and now she was staring a hole through the young journalist, it was as if she was looking into Charlotte’s very soul. She licked her cracked lips but didn’t speak. Charlotte, getting over the shock of this woman’s appearance, lowered her voice and softened her face. If this woman was crazy and dangerous then surely she would have attacked Charlotte by now. That said, this was still a tricky situation to navigate. Charlotte could still sense the possibility of danger and she could feel adrenaline pumping to prepare for any situation. “Is everything OK?” The woman behind the counter making the coffee looked over at the only occupied table. Charlotte looked at the strangers darting eyes and could sense that she was about to run away. Charlotte didn’t want her to leave, there must be a reason this woman followed Charlotte and if she hadn’t attacked her by now Charlotte felt she never would. “Everything’s fine.” Charlotte smiled. She spoke with a confidence that she didn’t feel, “Could I get another coffee for my friend though.” The waitress looked a little confused and suspicious but nodded her head as the coffee making machine whirred into life behind her. “You’ll love the coffee here.” Charlotte said as she folded up the newspaper and put it back in her bag. The stranger stayed silent still but Charlotte could almost feel the woman relaxing a little. If Charlotte wanted to know why this woman had stalked her down the street she needed her to relax. “My name’s Charlotte.” Charlotte said warmly, “What’s your name?” The woman was still voiceless. Just when Charlotte thought she wasn’t going to answer, the stranger muttered something under her breath. It was far too quiet for Charlotte to hear. “I didn’t catch that.” Charlotte replied as she leaned across the table a little. “L… L… Laura.” The woman whispered so quietly that it was almost like she hadn’t spoken it at all. It was as if she had just breathed it across the table. “Nice to meet you Laura.” Charlotte smiled as she leaned back in her seat. A few seconds later, the waitress arrived and left two steaming cups of coffee at the table. Charlotte thanked the lady and assured her that they wouldn’t need anything else. Charlotte sipped her coffee before putting it back down. Laura didn’t move. “You should really try this coffee.” Charlotte said, “Delicious. Authentic too, not any of that chain shop crap.” Charlotte watched as Laura rather robotically picked the coffee up and drank from it. She made no indication that she either liked or disliked what she was drinking. She kept her eyes on Charlotte the whole time. “I’m guessing you didn’t follow me here for no reason…” Charlotte prompted. “You… You’re a journalist?” Laura asked. Again her voice was so low that it took a moment for Charlotte to realise what she had asked. “I am.” Charlotte replied. “Can I trust you?” Laura asked. There was a quiet desperation to her voice. “I’d like to think I’m trustworthy.” Charlotte replied. Laura bit her lip, she was looking increasingly agitated again. Charlotte took another sip from her drink. This didn’t feel like a dangerous situation any more, this felt more like a desperate situation, Laura needed help. Charlotte watched as Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out a photograph. She slid it across to Charlotte who looked down at it. The photo was of two people, an adult and a baby. They were outside in a park somewhere and looked very happy. The woman in the photo was clearly Laura but Laura looked very different now, this photo must have been taken years ago. “Beautiful little girl you’ve got.” Charlotte smiled at Laura as she spoke. Charlotte was surprised when instead of beaming with pride and happiness, her words caused Laura to look heartbroken and incredibly sad. Charlotte immediately realised she had hit a raw nerve. “I’m sorry. I had…” Charlotte began. “No, it’s OK.” Laura said as she took a deep breath and steadied her nerves, “I came to you because I need your help.” “As a journalist?” Charlotte asked quietly. “Yes… I just need someone, anyone, to investigate this before it’s too late.” Laura whispered. She looked out the window as if expecting to see someone watching them. Charlotte had no experience with this level of story. This seemed like either a potentially career making piece of news or this person was completely insane. “Talk to me.” Charlotte replied, “What’s wrong? How can I help?” “My daughter.” Laura closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek, “She was kidnapped and taken to a secret facility.” She’s crazy, Charlotte thought. Charlotte just nodded to Laura with a sympathetic look on her face. “I have proof.” Laura continued sensing Charlotte’s scepticism. Charlotte watched as Laura looked around again, brought out her phone and opened up a video. When she looked at what was playing it looked like it caused her great pain. “Watch this.” Laura said as she passed the phone over. Charlotte looked down at the video and it took her a minute to work out what was going on. The small screen showed what looked to be a close up of a bush, it took a second for Charlotte to realise that the person was sitting in a bush and breathing hard as they peered through the branches in front of them. They appeared to be deep in a forest and as the hand moved a branch Charlotte could see a large warehouse building. It was oddly placed in the middle of a clearing in a forest and just as Charlotte was trying to work out the scale of this building a van parked outside a large metal shutter which opened. “What’s goi-” Charlotte started. “Just watch.” Laura replied quickly. Two men dressed in black climbed out of the front seats and walked around to the back. They opened the door at the back of the van and started gesticulating wildly. It was too far away to make out what they were actually saying and Charlotte squinted at the little screen to try and see what was going on. Charlotte audibly gasped as she saw a group of people pulled out of the van in chains. Men and women were pushed through the open door and into the factory. The camera was too far away to pick up what they were saying but Charlotte could see that these people were being herded against their will. “Oh my God!” Charlotte exclaimed as once the adults had been moved she saw the men pull out a bunch of cages. The camera zoomed in and Charlotte could see little human beings in the cages, most of them crying. Babies had been caged and were being carried into the warehouse that the chained adults had also been placed in. “What the hell…” Charlotte gasped as the recording ended and Laura took the phone back. “I followed them.” Laura whispered, “That warehouse or whatever must be full of people they have taken.” “But… Why?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes. “I don’t know.” Laura replied, “That’s the closest I can get. My baby is in there, I just know it.” “You have to tell the police!” Charlotte whispered. “I tried but they are either in on it or think I’m crazy. They won’t investigate it, even with the video.” Laura replied sadly, “I need you to get it in the media. They would have to investigate then!” Charlotte’s first thought was to ask if Laura was crazy. Laura wanted her to visit this factory and get a scoop, she was a journalist not a superhero! “Laura, I-” Charlotte began. “I can’t trust anyone with this. I only come to you because bringing attention to this thing is my last hope.” Laura replied, “A young reporter like yourself, surely a story like this would be huge for you.” Charlotte was stopped in her tracks by what the stranger had said. A story like this WOULD be huge for Charlotte, it was exactly the kind of thing she needed to push up to the next level of journalism. Heck, if this thing was legit she could win a Pulitzer Prize or something! “Alright.” Charlotte said, “I’ll see what I can do. Give me your phone number so I can get in contact.” Laura looked relieved that someone was taking her seriously and she quickly scribbled her number down on a napkin and handed it to Charlotte. “Thank you.” Laura said as she stood up, “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Charlotte smiled up at Laura as she stood and left the café. As quickly as Laura had appeared in Charlotte’s life she vanished again, mixed in with the crowds of excited shoppers.
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  2. Don't go to urgent care. They can't do anything for abdominal pain. As an ER nurse i can tell you that there is a million things that can cause stomach pain like you are describing, but if it is so bad you are coming in here looking for help, I would say a trip to the ER is warranted. Don't die from stubbornness. Just go.
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  3. FEDEX and UPS both have online-accessible delivery diversion. UPS calls it "UPS My Choice." FEDEX calls it "FEDEX Delivery Manager." USPS is a bit more inconsistent. I don't think you can selectively intercept packages, but they do have a service called GoPost that may fit the bill for you. I actually just use a PMB (previously The UPS Store, now a different company). They accept my shipments and send me an email when it gets there. This is done free for me since I have a mail box there. UPS Store charges $4 or $5 a package if you don't have a box (and it matters not which carrier the package is coming by).
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  4. NSC has always been ABDL friendly. In fact, Adam from there has shown up on Adisc (and I think here as well) to explain their branded diapers.
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  5. Got padded-up in a Bambino Bianco Ultra-Stretch and my new teddy bears plastic pants (thanks again @willnotwill !) for a long day at the social security office. To my surprise, no wait to see someone and we were out in 40 minutes! Mom should start getting widow's benefits in 2-3 weeks, AND they are going to give us back the December payment that was incorrectly withdrawn from our bank account. Social security actually pays in arrears, so the December check was for November's benefits, and since Dad survived until Dec 1 he/we were entitled to that money as I thought. Someone must have forgotten it was December already when they got the notification on the 2nd.
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  6. Hailey saw this cute boy walking home one day when she thought about this new thing she was trying out. After about two weeks she saw he was a slacker and nothing out. On Friday night when he was going home Hailey picked him up in a van drugged her placed a pacifier Gag in his mouth and brought him to the nursery. Where her other worker was. The striped miles down to nothing seeing the drugs worked and he wet himself. Meaning soon he wouldn’t have any control. “ so sam what should we do when he wakes up “ Hailey asked. “ we show him his new life then start the training “
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  7. Like Steve Martin said, I'm thankful there's no such thing as a rectal barometer.
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  8. considering the lost of data on this board I'm glad you re-posted this. Excellent reply and I agree with all of it. I would be interested to know the length of your stent? I'm currently working with 13mm but have successfully gone as short as 9mm. The 9mm concerned me as I have made one trip to the ER after the stent slipped in to my bladder. Not a fun day in the ER. For anyone just starting out or thinking about stent use I recommend you start with catheters to get an understanding of what feels right and know when its not.
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  9. Thanks deewet. 'Little Joe' has given me an idea! Joe and Sue Chapter Three – Poor Joe To be continued… ‘Right, Joe,’ said Kathy in a very businesslike manner. ‘Let’s have a good look at you.’ Joe stood quietly while Kathy patted his arms up from his sides and felt his chest and stomach. Kathy spun him around and tapped his back. Then she felt around his tummy from behind, patted his bottom and slid her hands between his thighs. Her fingers stopped for a moment as they reached the damp inner legs of his slacks. Kathy paused momentarily, then stood up, ruffled Joe’s hair and said ‘Ok, I’d like to have a little talk to Sue then we’ll pop you on the examination table in there,’ she added. ‘I’ll shut the door and you can strip off while we’re talking.’ Joe felt oddly relieved. Now he could slip his no doubt very damp undies off and put them in the plastic bag he’d stuffed into his pocket. He took the plastic bag and a spare pair of undies most times he was outside the house now. He justified doing it because if there were totally unavoidable circumstances completely beyond his control, there was a chance he might get a bit wettish. He kept the spare undies in the other pocket. Joe went through his little routine, and put the spare fresh undies from his pocket in the heap of his clothes that were now on a chair. The he climbed up and lay face down on the cool paper sheet of the examination bench. The door was soundproofed and he wasn’t aware of when the women had stopped talking, but a few minutes later, the door opened and Kathy and Sue entered. ‘Yes, I think you’re right,’ he heard Sue say as they walked in. Joe lay still. He could hear his heart hammering away. ‘OK, baby,’ said Kathy brightly. Let’s have a look at you. Flip!’ she said, patting Joe’s rump. Joe looked at her with incredulity. ‘That’s what they call me at school,’ he said. ‘Flip. Because once I…’ Sue had sitting in one of the chairs in the small room, watching proceedings, but there was something about the sincerity in Joe’s voice that made her speak. ‘You’re not still at school, though Joe, are you? It’s what they called you at school.’ She thought Joe was looking a bit strange. It was a vague sort of look he sometimes gave her when she woke him at night to change the sheet he’d wet. She had assumed it was his ‘only half awake look’. ‘No,’ said Joe slowly. ‘I’m, I’m all grown up.’ Kathy had turned Joe over, and was running her hand down his smooth, almost hollow chest. Her fingers reached his genitals, and she picked up his small flaccid penis between her thumb and forefinger and turned it this was and the, then lightly squeezed his balls, investigating them for moment with her fingertips. She glanced at Sue, who was looking at Joe. The rest of the examination went smoothly enough until Kathy picked up Joe’s clothes to hand to him. ‘Joe,’ she said, ‘That’s it. If you’d like to get dressed while Sue and I have…’ Kathy stopped She was looking down at the clothes. Now she looked at Joe. ‘Joe, honey,’ she said, ‘Are these the panties you were wearing on the way here?’ Joe didn’t like the word panties, but they were fairly thin, to be compact. To be honest, he had to admit, they were a pair of Sue’s. He put them on by mistake one morning and the joke was, he told her, that they were very comfortable. She’d shot back that he should wear them all day, and he did. They were very nice to wear, an admission Sue wheedled out of him, and so she had let him keep them, as well as supplying another six pairs like them so he could wear fresh undies every day, plus, being nylon they were much quicker to wash and dry than Joe’s thick old cotton men’s briefs, which he only changed into for trips out now, hence the cunning little trick that was now coming undone before his eyes. ‘Not sure,’ said Joe softly. ‘Well,’ said Kathy, holding the panties up to her nose, ‘These a fresh from the clothesline. And you were a little wet down there when I examined you, weren’t you?’ ‘Where are your wet pants, Joe?’ Kathy asked firmly. Joe felt himself beginning to collapse as he stood naked by the examination bench. Both women were staring at him. ‘Pocket,’ he mumbled. Kathy hand dived into a pocket of his dark grey slacks and pulled out the plastic bag now containing Joe’s wet underpants. It could have been an ounce of dope, and they could have been cops, for the horrible anticipation Joe was feeling. ‘Joe!’ said Kathy. ‘Honestly,’ said Sue, standing up. Sue grabbed Joe roughly by one arm, and Kathy stepped back. ‘That, Joe,’ she said, ‘Is extremely naughty!’ She reached around and smacked Joe’s bottom as hard as she could. Joe yelped and tried to get away, but Sue was a strong woman and swung him back and pulled him over her knees in almost one motion as she sat down on a chair, managing to smack Joe again as she did so. She didn’t let up, and Joe’s shouted objections soon became genuine wails with real tears. When she finished Joe was left well and truly sobbing. Kathy handed him a hand towel, and Joe tried not to look at either woman as he wiped his tearful face. The same thing had happened as had happened at work, he told himself. He was the bottom of the pecking order there and now he was here too. They were responsible, professional adults and he was again ‘Little Joe’. Little Joe was a private inner character that Joe had. Joe balmed him for things like saying he liked wearing Sue’s panties, and that he was still at school. Joe could feel that Little Joe had even enjoyed being spanked. Joe knew what schizophrenia was but he knew it wasn’t that. Little Joe was just a figment of his imagination, a sort of warning what might happen if he didn’t behave like a grownup. Or adult, he told himself. I’m an adult. A trickling sound broke the silence. Joe was peeing on the surgery floor. All eyes went to Joe’s flaccid little penis, trickling away like a leaking tap. Joe only realised what he was doing when he stopped. A voice in his head laughed. ‘Don’t piss me off!’ it seemed to be saying. ‘You’re not an adult!’ ‘You let her feel my pants!’ Joe shouted angrily through his ebbing tears at Sue. ‘Joe, darling, I did no such thing,’ Sue assured him. ‘That was a perfectly normal examination…’ ‘You did,’ shouted Joe. ‘You made her look then you made me do pee on the floor and you made…’ ‘Joe,’ began Kathy. ‘No, Kath. Joe, you listen to me, OK? You listen to me,’ Sue commanded him. ‘Joe,’ she said, ‘We’re here because you have a wetting problem. You wet the bed regularly enough now to be classified as a bedwetter. Right? And you wet yourself during the day too. Most days. I know because you go through a pair of panties a day and you always ‘rinse them out to help me’. You save up a couple of pairs of slacks so that you wash them when you do the weekend wash, don’t you? The one’s you’re always hanging out at night to ‘freshen up in the evening air, like your mum used to do it’. What crap, Joe, You wet them. A lot when you try stunts like the ‘vicous garden hose’ story, or that you fell face down acrss a small puddle, or spilled a drink on the way out of the office. Do you think I’m stupid? And you mum told me she never did that, but that you wet your poatns until you were twelve years old, night and day. You didn’t tell me that, either, did you Joe? So why did I spank you? Tell me?’ ‘Because, because I was naughty,’ said Joe quietly. ‘That’s not good enough,’ said Sue, grabbing Joe’s chin and pointing his face at Kathy. ‘Tell Kathy how you were naughty.’ Joe was fighting to keep Little Joe out of the picture. ‘I wet my pants,’ Joe said, looking down still in naked embarrassment. ‘Last night you wet the bed, then you wet your pants on the way then you peed on the floor just the. Go on Joe, tell her all that.’ Joe felt broken. He just wanted to say what he was told to say and get out of here. He had to mentally shove Little Joe back behind him. Joe recited his list of childish wettings. Kathy looked at him sympathetically. ‘It’s OK, Joe,’ she said, smiling. ‘You have what are called continence issues. A lot of people, even adults have them. There’s a lot of medical help for your condition. Now I want you to be very grown up about your options, Joe. Can you do that for me?’ Joe nodded, using half his mental strength to stop Little Joe saying ‘I am little.’ He could usually keep Little Joe out of the picture, but Joe wasn’t in very good shape right now. He listened to Kathy talk about various drugs and their side effects. Then she pulled out a thick white thing, and told him that in his case she recommended wearing some proper protection for a few days, just until things calmed down a little. And Sue will help you at night, she told him. ‘So Joe, are you going to be grown up and make a grown up, adult choice?’ Kathy asked, looking at him. ‘I, erm, the protection,’ he muttered. ‘Good boy!’ Kathy said, and leaning forward kissed him on the forehead,’ Joe began to climb back on the bench., ‘Quick sticks!’ said Sue from her chair. Joe felt himself pee again and began crying as Kathy helped him onto his back. To be continued.
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