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Those other relationships(i spoke with those guys btw) ended because they didn't want a relationship, they wanted a daddy but no real committment, no romance in the relationship. I want that and I really think this could work out. I will of course be safe about it. The guys that I talked too said he's an awesome daddy completely devoted to his babies needs and within reason their desires, you just have to want a relationship too.

he says he can get me a job up there(I still want to know I have on before I give my boss my two weeks) and he lives in a town, it's called dexter, fairly small with only 3,890 citizens according to the 2000 census. small enough I guess, that I wouldn't feel as suffocated as I do in houston but still big enough that I can be pretty sure they're not all inbred psychopaths who would turn me back into daddy if I tried to escape but seriously he does seem to check out, background check is clear good credit, no police record except for a few parking issues and moving violations and a drunk and disorderly from when he was about my age. He claims to have taken care of 3 other babies in the past and to have some furniture, baby beds and a high chair to be exact. He's renting out a room in his place right now(which he owns) but that guy'll be gone soon supposedly. and if not we just have to confine our fun and games to private rooms.

SO recntly my big brother and I found a daddy on aby. com one who would be interested in adopting both of us. The only problem is while we live in texas, he lives in maine. Right now I'm trying to make a decision about do I really want to leave my hometown to go live with this guy? I have very little to keep me here in texas(a few exes, my family around whom I have to pretend to be straight, a very small number of friedns(I have a large group of acquaintances but very few people make it into my inner circle and are called friends)) but it's just enough to make leaving hard. We've already arranged to meet this guy, he's going to drive down here in april to meet us. I mean he wouldn't drive 2031.69 miles to meet us if he weren't serious would he? When we meet him I already have a list of questions to ask him, will he get an std test, if something happens to one of us(knock on wood) would he be able to support us financially/medically, what sort of family background does he come from, etc, etc. I am also considering would I be able to support myself if this didn't work out a year from now. If you were in my postion would you take this oppurtunity? note: I have already made it clear to him that I will have a job and I will continue my education, as well as contributing to rent utilities and all that, otherwise I'm not his son, I'm a kept boy for a guy with an ab side. And I refuse to just be someone's live in boy toy.

for me diapers are NOT a fetish they're a more of a relaxation agent, my version of booze or pills or whatever else people use. And my brother knows because I don't hide my diapers, I'm incon so why hide them? they're just normal clothing for me now. and Yvhuce is right we share bloodlines, looks and a last name and little else. We constantly squabble and having something to bring us together would be really nice.

Ok here's the deal my brother has started to exhibit some behavior lately that I find highly suspect. He wears diapers for bedwetting problems, so that's no surprise but lately it looks like he's wearing during the day. I caight him twice now taking some of the baby diapers I use as stuffers and putting them in his underwear when he thought I wasn't looking.(if he was just taking them wouldn't it be easier to hide them somewhere else?). I keep hearing crinkling noises when he's near me and I know it's not me that's doign that. On top of that I seem to be going through a lot more diapers as of late. way more than I'm wearing(or at least it seems that way, I haven't exactly been keeping track). ALl of this is sort of circumstantial and I have a defintie bias, I want to have something in common with him other than a blood relation and diapers wouldn't be such a bad thing. I want to get an outside opinion here before I ask him about it.

I gots a big brother now! I met this guy on aby.com, he lives in ft. worth a few hours north of here and we've become extremely close. He really does treat me like a little brother, he wants to take care of me and he worries about my safety constantly which feels really nice. He wants me to come and move in with him someday when I head off to college so he really can take care of me. He's asexual btw so it's nothing creepy, he's just lonely and wants to find someone who is also into this sort of thing to love and take care of. We're trying to find a daddy right now but it's slow going, he's 44 so it's hard to find a daddy who wants him but will accept the no sex thing so we're using my age as leverage, but it's still slow going.

I'm writing a sequel to my story heart's desire and I want your help. In one scene the characters go to a play group type of thing, and I am looking for characters. If you want I can gladly write you in just tell me some info about your character: name: age: species: physical description(coloration, chubby, skinny, normal weight, etc): anything else you think I need to know about them(do they have a plushie that never leaves their side, do they constantly have a pacifier in their mouth, are they still bottle fed(if past normal age for that to end)etc): natural born furr or tf: gender(male, female, sissy, tomboy): (side note: non babyfurs can be in here too, just create a character for ouyrself if you want to be part of this)

I saw something like that, supposedly gays respond to male pheromones like females do. Which definitely lends support to the biological theory. This was to help me build up my courage as, I'm nervous about coming out to my friends even though they were ok with me being bi. I had my car trashed once, windows smashed, paintjob keyed and anti gay slurs painted on it because I was at a restaraunt in the "gay part of town" and I'm still leery of being to obvious about my sexuality. If you're going to pull that sort of stunt at least grow a pair and say it to my face!

to go diapered at spring break. Some of my friends got together and bet me $50 to go down to sao padre island over spring break sans pants. They thought I'd be too chicken or be too embarrassed to go out amongst the rest of the college students like that.... hah! after the zipper on your diaper bag breaks and spills everything in the middle of the quad embarassment becomes a thing of the past. Besides I figure if I walk around with a beer in my hand people will think it's just a crazy drunken stunt of some sort. They'll be following me around to make sure I do it and I told them for an extra $20 I'll be drinking that beer from a baby bottle. Watch for me on youtube ya'll.

After years of trying to convince myself that I was NOT gay, I was bi I finally came to acceptance with the idea that I am in fact gay. I've kind of had a problem with internal homophobia directed more at myself than anyone else. My parents raised me up believing that homosexuality was immoral and that attitude has stuck with me a long time. I've finally overcome it with the help of my friends and a therapist. I trained myself to like girls because it was considered normal but in reality I was pretty shallow as far as females went, if you didn't look good you didn't even rate a second glance, guys on the other hand I looked at personality, was he a good person, sense of humor, did he have a mean streak? The relationships I had with females well, they felt kind of hollow and fake like I was playing a role in a movie. Sometimes I felt like I would look up and see the camera crew off to the side or something. With my bf's though... it felt real like I was going out with someone for the first time it was incredible. Every moment spent with them was paradise even if it was just sitting in class together. Being around them was enough for me you know? I just passed this off by saying I was bi with a preference for males, and denied being gay for a long time but now I've accepted it and you know what? I feel at peace like a huge weight has been taken off me. Not sure why I'm saying this here just trying to make it real by saying it out loud I guess.

So I recently found out that some of my favorite toys were made of softened pvc so I've been squirting chemicals up my ass for about a year or so now. rather than continue giving myself ass cancer I'm making my own toys now. I made a plaster cast of the original toy and then filled the mold with food grade silicone(I found it at an aquarium supply store and then got a case of it from the supplier) and then squirted the silicone into the molds and left it to harden overnight, Now I have lots of fun new toys and the best part is since they're solid silicone now they transmit vibrations really well. Anyone else ever made their own toys?

I kept getting real dizzy when I stood up and they had to help me stay on my feet, so I think they were afraid I might fall and hurt myself or something. I kept getting up because just laying around like that drives me up the wall, I just wanted to move around even from my bed to the window was enough to satisfy me.

Well for the past week I've been sitting here in the hospital recovering after they fixed my shoulder. It's been kind of fun at times, they've had to feed me since I kept spilling everything(I'm right handed but almost always eat left handed so I don't have much practice at it and I'd been sticking to finger foods) I picked up. They actually put me in diapers after I kept getting out of bed to use the bathroom when they weren't there, and after that they put me in restraints to keep me in bed, since I still kept getting out. Until yesterday evening they had this sort of tent like thing around my bed made out of a heavy mesh that they could lock on the outside to keep me in bed(I kept trying to get out of the restraints and rubbed all the skin off my wrist and ankles). It was irritating having to stay in bed but fun 'cause it was like being in a playpen, Too bad they made me wear one of those gowns instead of my sleeper because it's freezing in here. Going home today(it's half past midnight here) BTW. I had a couple of really nice nurses change me and some were even pretty( one of them as nice as she was, had a harelip so she wasn't exactly hot). I've had my plushies in here with me at all times so I wouldn't be lonely asnd to help make me more comfortable. They even put a bandage on my wolf's shoulder so he looks like me! *giggles* I wonder if between the diapers and the plushies and the pacifier(that raised a few eyebrows but I told them it's so I don't bite my nails and they let it go) if anyone figured out my secret?

I got my first conbadge! this is my character he's a gray wolf cub about 3 years old amd diaper dependent. He's also a polymorph meaning he can change what he is, although do to his age he cant quite control it yet. He normally also has white markings on his arms and torso that resemble tribal tattoos but they aren't always there(see previous sentence). that white stripe on his nose is constant though.

well hopefully it won't be much longer. They're going to do it 2 weeks from today. i wonder if they'll let me bring my wolf plushie with me? I mean not into the OR but maybe sone of my friends will bring it into recovery for me.

Thanks, I did go to see him. I'm just frustrated and angry and a lot of things. the worst is this damned feeling of helplessness. I hate the fact that I can't help him that I can't take the pain away or heal him or anything. I've made my peace with him and we talked a little. It feels like a bad dream almost he was always so strong and now I'm afraid to touch him he's so weak and thin I feel like if i tried to hold his hand or hug him or anything he'd turn to dust or break or something. I kep telling myself it's a nightmare ill wake up and then ill be able to laugh about it the next day.

My grandfather is officially dying. He's been moved into hospice and given 2 weeks to live at the most. He has lung cancer which metastisized and spread to his lymph system his brain and just about everywhere else. I kept trying to deny it telling myself the chemo would work and just that there was no way cancer could bring him down he was just too damn tough but it's over. The last time I saw him I took the oppurtunity to get something off my chest: he's always tried to give us gifts like they made up for a lack of interest in our lives. they talked to my dad on the phone sure but, never once asked to speak to us. we saw them 1 maybe 2 times a year on christmas and thaksgiving and not at all any other time. I was very harsh towards him and now even though I want to apologize I don't think he'd even understand, since he's rarely lucid anymore. *sighs* He was a navy man he took part in many missions incluiding operation deep freeze(the original not one of the following missions), the bay of pigs and many others. He eventually just settled into his place a s a welder and an excellent one at that. the navy flew him all over the world to do jobs that others would have found impossible. He told me about some jobs where he had to work using a mirror because the were was no room to stick his head in and see what he was doing. Supposedly he milled the first gun barrels for the battle ship texas too. He was pretty bad though too. He was a womanizer and a pool hustler, and an alcoholic. Brawler too. one time he got into a fight while drunk and it took 4 MP's to get him under control. So raise a glass to John "Papa Mac" Mac Arthur saint and sinner, angel and demon, a fine man and a bastard, a man I both loathed and loved.

I'll get some pictures up soon, I went shopping yesterday with my mom. She owes me money for some work I did on her car a while back and she told me I could have the cash ro we could go shopping....no brainer there. We went to big lots and looked for some things, she was kind of the voice of reason pointing out to me when something was to babyish for my circumstances. we ended up with some disney prints for my walls, and I found a color your own poster thing and some crayons so I can make my own pictures for the room. I just spent the last of the money buying some digimon sheets for my bed(I loved that show when I was a kid and it still has a hold on my mind) Construction staqrts this week in the evenings!

Well I'm single again. My subby texted me last night wanting to talk about something. We're officially not a couple anymore. He's been struggling with whether or not to tell me but he's decided that he's straight with occasional urges to the contrary. We're just friends with benefits now. I'm allowed to use him now andf then to satisfy my urges and if he ever feels a need to get into bed with a guy he comes to me. It's strange I was heartbroken for maybe twenty minutes but as we continued to talk(he was really worried about how I felt) I started feeling better. Now I'm kind of excited to be on the prowl again and I'm glad I helped him figure out what he was. So anyone interested in going out with the wolf? *crickets chirp*

My dad knows now. He had to change me last night and it just felt like a good time to do it. I took the time to explain it to him, that it's an escape from stress, and all that. he tried to argue that There was no way I could live a healthy normal life like that and I argued that if I had hid it from him for years then it must not make it to hard to be normal and he kind of shut up. We were still talking when my mom came home and she became part of the conversation. I also explained to them what I kind of wanted to do with the room and they laid out some guidelines. Yes I could put some side rails on my bed but a full crib was out of the question, they don't want to have to explain this to my little brothers. The rails can be explained easily, I kept falling out of bed and put them on to keep that from happening. the changing table, is a way to make my incontinence less of an inconvenience, and the rocker, it's more my size(I'm pretty broad shouldered so most chairs with arms feel really uncomfortable to me). The colors on the walls I just haven't decided on a paint color or anything that I like, and as for getting some childish sheets and stuff, nostalgia, I just like to remember certain tv shows or movies from my childhood(understatement of the year). It feels completely awesome that not only do I not have to hide this from him but I also have their permission to set up a nursery. I think my dad's really eager to be nice to me because his dad's dying and he seems to feel a need to show as much love to his family as possible. YAY ME!

most of my stuff came from a pet store, and the ears and tail can be found online if you know where to look. Oh and it's really fun to send the puppy to fetch a whip/paddle/other punishment device. Chances are they'll carry it in their hands which is a big no-no, everyone knows puppy's carry things in their mouths, so they must be punished. The expression's when they realize you made them fetch the whip so you could punish them is often priceless and yes I've been on both sides of that situation.

thanks for the tips those all sound great. Oh and I thought of another one. I'm going to remove the paneling in my room. Under the paneling is lots of pretty colored paint, pastel green, sky blue, pastel yellow and pink I think it was originally the nursery for the house or something. I think getting rid of all the dark old paneling will brighten the place up and if it makes the room look kind of childish so be it.

No my parents know I'm incontinent and I told them I don't like changing on my bed since I'm always afraid I'll mess up all my bedding. My mom knows about me being into this sort of thing and is ok with it. She knows the real reason for the changing table but she's keeping her mouth shut about it. Once I get a camera I can use, I'll put some photos up. My dad just thinks it's so I don't have to worry about getting anything on my bedding when I change. here's a description, the frame is pipe painted black with chipped peeling paint that reveals safety yellow and rust underneath(I'll paint it black again some day), I augmented the legs so it sits about 3 feet up so I just have to sit on it and scoot back a little bit to sit on it. the padding is a navy blue matress type of thing about 4 inches thick, and the cheets are black, slippery pvc.

Since my twin decided to move out again I now have a room to myself and I have room fto make my living space a little more cubby. I have a changing table, that I built a from trash furniture and my dad set it up in my room just a little while ago. I used an old army surplus bunk picked up from dumpster diving and some plywood(to make it firm) for the body of it and the padding needed to make it comfortable was my old futon matress now covered with a pvc sheet. I used pipe to make it higher so I pretty much just have to sit down to use it. It ain't pretty but it works. I wonder if my parents would let me put some railings around my bed too, not because it would feel like sleeping in a crib, just for um safety reasons? Any one else have advice for making my room feel childish without it being too obvious? I already have my plushies in there(mostly stashed under the bed) and my ginormous rocking chair for napping in the sun or just reading,

I think I'm probably the only one who watches the show but there's an ab joke on there. In season three on the episode "birdnapped" Blue falcon is lamenting the passing of their boss saying he can no longer black mail him with these photos. One shows the boss in bondage, another shows him in a yogi bear costume on all fours with a ball gag in his mouth, and one shows him wearing a cloth diaper and a baby bonnet. In the background is a woman with some serious chesticles holding a clean nappy and baby powder. The picture is made hilarious by the fact that he's still smoking his pipe. When I saw it on my friends i-pod I sprayed coke out of my nose I was laughing so hard.