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Dr_J last won the day on December 11 2014

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  1. New Track!!! YES!!



  2. OMG! A new track! 


  3. My introduction, also hi!!! ^o^

    Hi and welcome, Claire! I hope you like it here and make lots of cool friends! I'm always around if you're ever up for a chat! The fact that you have a turtle AND love Dark Souls is awesome, I might add.
  4. New track! Please listen if you're into the gaming/nerdy tunes! :D


  5. Hey everyone! I was wondering if there's some way to access the full site from a mobile browser? If not, are we still able to send each other PM's via the mobile site? I had a hard time figuring it out earlier and was just curious. Thanks!
  6. Happy Birthday to meeeee! :D

    1. mamabug


      HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! <3 <3

    2. Dr_J


      Thank you, Bug! I miss you! <3 <3

  7. On my way home today!!! Had a wonderful vacation, but I can't wait to catch up with all of you. :)

  8. I'm going on vacation from Wednesday until my birthday, July 1st. I will literally not be on here for that timeframe. So sorry for any lack of communication! I need a break from everything, anyway! Haha.

  9. Heya MN! Haven't seen ya on in a while! Hope you're doing good!

  10. I'm new! like really really new...

    Welcome to the site, Avery! I hope you like it here. Feel free to shoot me a message if you're up for chatting! I was in a similar position as you when I first discovered this lifestyle, and so have a lot of other folks here.
  11. Heya :3

    Hi! Nice to meet you too!
  12. Chapter 2 of The Urge and the Purge is up!

  13. The Urge & The Purge

    Thanks for all of the feedback, everyone, both via replies and private messages! Here is chapter 2. Feedback is always appreciated! Chapter 2 Weird, huh? It's okay if you think this all sounds insane so far, because it is insane. I don't know what I did the night before that made the voice appear, but I sure as hell didn't like it. Still, as she promised, as soon as the diaper was on, there was silence; no cutesy talking woman trying to encourage me to delve into my fetish. Not that I'm not okay with that, but being that it was something I'd never done with anyone before, I didn't exactly feel comfortable with someone I didn't even know talking me through it. What did she mean by the other voice, though? It wouldn't be long before I found out, and let me tell you... With the voice gone, I walked (or I guess, waddled) back into the living room, trying to block out the events that had just occurred a few moments before. It didn't take long, either, as I resumed my cartoons, occasionally curling up in a ball to hear my diaper crinkle. It made me smile, and made me hopeful that someone would someday find it adorable and interesting. It made my stressful work week go away. I swear, if I didn't know any better, sometimes I'd think it was a drug. My ritual continued with more cartoons, followed by crawling and rolling around on the floor, imagining myself being told to do these things by a loving but slightly teasing woman. Then, I waddled into the kitchen and fetched myself a drink, again imagining someone was holding me and feeding me the drink, telling me everything was fine. I smiled to myself, getting lost in my own little world. Hey, think of me as you will, but you have to improvise when there's no one around to participate. Normally, I'd finish by wetting my diaper, sometimes in more ways than one. Hey! I know it's not for everyone, but give a guy a break, will ya? I used to get so lonely and like I said before, it's like a drug. The problem would arise right around that time; I'd argue with myself in my head that it was wrong, that it was naughty, that I was an adult and shouldn't even be doing something so silly. Meanwhile, the other side of the argument, the urge, would tell me this is what I wanted, what I needed, what made me happy. Of course, I'd give in just about every time, and would then feel guilty immediately after the fact. Something would click in my brain, and I'd be disgusted with myself. This particular time, I'd mustered up the courage to kneel down on the living room floor, finishing my bottle of juice while watching yet another cartoon where the main character was being babied by an over caring, borderline crazy lady. As I watched, I knelt down a little further, putting my thumb in my mouth as I heard from the cartoon, “Time to change the baby's diaper!” “But I don't wear diapers! I'm not a baby!” the main character cried, before having a pacifier stuffed into his mouth. Imagining myself in a similar scenario, I took it a step further, quietly closing my eyes and beginning to wet my diaper. The faint hissing sound, the warmth spreading throughout the diaper and pressing up against me, the helpless feeling about what I'd just done, all overwhelming me. I imagined someone standing there, calmly playing with my hair, patting my diaper softly, telling me I was so good for using my diaper, and that I'd get a change as soon as I was done. It felt so right, like an out of body experience as I whisked myself away to another world. However, my adult mind fought back, conflicting with what I'd done, telling myself that I'd never, ever, find anyone into this lifestyle. Then, as I finished wetting, sitting on my diapered butt and looking down at what I'd done, it got a lot louder... What have you done?! The voice, unlike the Urge's sweet, caring, soft one, was gruff and much more adult in nature. It almost sounded like me, but much meaner. “Shit!” I freaked out, again looking towards the entrance to my apartment to check for a visitor. Then I remembered what the Urge had told me. You're 28 years old, and you're wearing and wetting a diaper! What the hell is wrong with you? You can't do that! It's not normal! I bit my lip, my body and mind being jolted back into reality. I felt awful, the diaper felt awful, making me frown and cringe. Yeah, real manly, right? You know if you do this, and continue this, you will NEVER find a woman. Your friends would rat you out, your family would disown you, and nobody will ever take you seriously, Michael. Grow the hell up! Snap out of it. You do this every time. Nothing ever changes. “Stop it, please,” I cried, “what are you doing?” I'm telling you what you need to hear! It didn't take long for me to figure out who was talking. “The Purge...” I sighed, shaking a little bit. Understand something: never had I expected to have someone (or something) talk to me so brutally before. Sure, I did it to myself in my own head, but my voice wasn't as gruff, and I wasn't as hard on myself as the Purge was. You better get out of that awful thing. What if someone shows up unexpectedly at the apartment? How will you talk your way out of it? This makes you feel like such a freak! You need to get rid of all of your stuff and never return to it again! “J-just go away. Leave me alone!” Not going to happen, Michael. You know you get this way from time to time. “Ugh,” I whined, getting up and shuffling to my room, feeling like a dog with its tail between its legs, “I like the other voice better already.” Ha! The sad truth is, you cannot have one without the other. Your brain doesn't work that way. And like my counterpart, I will be here whenever your resentment kicks in, and I will go away when the feeling has subsided. “That's just freaking great.” I sighed, quickly pulling the diaper off and bagging it up before throwing it in the trash. “Do you have to sound so evil?” It's your subconscious that manifested me, so yes, I do. You look at me as an awful feeling, hence, this is the personality I took on. Heading back towards the bathroom, I shook my head a little bit before running the shower, jumping in when the water was warm enough and getting more frustrated. “Well, thank you, both of you, for ruining my day, and possibly the rest of my life.” It will only ruin your life if you let it. Remember, you asked for this. “But I didn't ask for this!” I countered, lathering my entire body with soap before switching to shampoo for my hair. It appears the Urge was right. You don't remember much from last night. “W-what happened?” Either try to remember or ask your friends. For now, I must go. It seems you're not as upset with yourself for what you've done. Farewell, Michael. “Damn it,” I whispered, throwing my shampoo bottle over the shower curtain, hearing it land on the bathroom floor with a thud. Finishing up with my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body before grabbing my phone off the coffee table. A message notification from my closes friend since middle school, Jessica, blinked across the screen, begging to be opened. [Mike! Are you alive?] it read. Rather than text a response, I swiped right on the screen and called Jessica. She picked up after the third ring, answering with, “Heyyyy, buddy! You're alive!” “Yeah,” I laughed, “what a night. Thanks again for taking me out with everyone. I had a fun time.” “Anything for you! Besides, you were pretty much the life of the party.” “Well, I had fun, from what I can remember. The last half of the night's a bit fuzzy.” “Don't tell me you don't remember the boardwalk?!” Jessica gasped into the phone. “I don't remember! I'm sorry! Cut me a break, will ya? We had way too many margaritas. What happened at the boardwalk?” “Well, aside from getting denied a drink at four bars, you insisted on dancing with everyone anytime you heard music, which was pretty much 90 percent of the boardwalk. Oh, and you convinced us to give you money to see a psychic.” “What?” I laughed. “You can't be serious.” “I am! 50 bucks! You're lucky everyone loves you, Mike.” Jessica giggled. “Damn, I don't even remember going there.” The psychic. It was a shot in the dark, but maybe it'd lead me to a clue! “So, whatcha doing today? Just recovering?” Jessica asked. Not wanting to tell her about the voices, I replied with, “Yeah. I've been on the couch most of the day.” “Aww, poor baby.” Jessica playfully cooed. She probably heard my eyes roll to the back of my head. Not being in the mood for little time, I shut off my normal response of blushing and making a joke. And yet, the Urge felt otherwise. Mikey, she cooed to you! I know she's been your friend forever, but I bet she'd be a great babysitter! Plus, I think she kinda likes you. Telling the Urge to shut up in my head, I shook it off and responded back to Jessica, “Haha, real funny. But anyway, I'm going to probably drink more water and rest up some more. Thanks again for everything, Jessica. I'll see you and everyone later this week.” “Sounds good, Mike! Let me know if you need anything!” “Will do. Bye!” I hung up the phone, then headed into my room to put some clothes on, looking in the mirror as I did so. “I thought you only said you come out when I desire my fet-I mean, my dia-I mean, my lifestyle preference!” I snarled, stuttering, as I didn't like to hear myself say aloud what it was I liked. I do. Jessica was on the phone, Mikey. That's all I'm going to say. “I have got to figure this out.”I threw my clothing on, wincing and dizzily walking to get my sneakers, wallet, and phone. Grabbing my keys and sunglasses, I left the apartment, making my way to the boardwalk in search of some answers. **** Your thoughts?
  14. Heya! Welcome to the community! ^_^

  15. Working til 9-ish! Will respond to messages when I get home! :D