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    in Restlessfox's Depression Discussion

    Posted

    I'm going to agree with @diaperguy85. Years ago, I had one ex attempt to message me, and it was the same thing. The memories were not good, she caused a lot of heartache and pain, so rather than even entertain the idea of letting her back into my life, I denied the request and blocked her. 

    While I am a big proponent of getting closure and forgiving those who have hurt me, I am also a big proponent of not forgetting the things those people did. It is not worth drudging up the old memories.

    Using Someone Else's Work For Your Own Personal Gain

    in Questions And Answers

    Posted

    I have a question that I'm hoping a mod or admin might be able to answer for me, as I've seen this happen on here and have been seeing it happen on other social media sites. 

    What are the rules in here about using someone else's work as your own, or for your own personal gain? For instance, if someone were to take someone else's artwork, slap their own captions and book titles on it to promote their own book, without the artists' permission, what is the protocol for this? Do we report it? 

    Being a writer and a musician myself, I'd be legitimately upset if someone ran around using my music or, using a short story of mine in their own compilation without asking me or working out a compensation plan first. So I guess I now have 2 questions:

    1.) If it's happening here, in this community, how do we go about getting that member to stop doing this? 

    2.) If it is NOT happening here on DD, but we know the member is doing this elsewhere, is there any particular protocol for that? 

    Thanks in advance for your help!

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    Formatting/Pasting Stories and Posts

    in Critiques and Writer's Discussion

    Posted

    8 hours ago, BabySofia said:

    That's where that paragraph spacing when you set it up that I mentioned above will save you work. You're manually putting the extra space with extra return carriages, if you use the paragraph spacing feature to make it happen you'll be a lot better off and not have that problem. :)

    This will definitely come in handy! :) Thank you so much!!

    Just Getting My Feelers Out There (Story-related)

    in Links and Announcements

    Posted

    Hi everyone,

    So I've been toying around with the idea of releasing some of my short stories into a small compilation via Kindle (or whatever eBook site, really). I'm hoping to get an idea from those of you who've read my work (or who might read one or two of my stories after seeing this poll) of whether you'd want to see some/all of my work in an eBook fashion. 

    While some of my stories are short, I figure putting a few of them into a volume/anthology might be beneficial to those who are into the kind of work I produce. I would greatly appreciate your participation, and of course, feel free to let me know if you have any ideas that could be helpful.

    Thanks in advance!

    Just One Time

    in Story and Art Forum

    Posted

    On 6/17/2020 at 12:48 AM, Hopsalot said:

    Thanks for the quick update! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story as a whole, and while the last chapter was short, it was very sweet. I look forward to your next piece of work!

    Thank you, @Hopsalot! My next story will be much different from this one, but I'm sure it will be enjoyable. :)

     

    Just One Time

    in Story and Art Forum

    Posted

    16 hours ago, BabySofia said:

    Good ending! I would love to have seen more of their in person meeting, but this ended it nicely!

    Thank you! :) I was torn between getting into more detail with them meeting in person, or leaving it up to the reader's imagination. 

    Just One Time

    in Story and Art Forum

    Posted

    Alright, everyone. I did my best not to keep everyone waiting for long on the finale of Just One Time. So, here is Chapter 10. It's a little short, but I think it ends quite nicely. Enjoy!

     

    Chapter 10

    As Jacob and Megan reappeared on the beach, they were still hugging one another, neither crying any longer. Megan moved her hands onto Jacob's shoulders, looking into his eyes.

    “Jacob, that was,” Megan paused for a moment, “that was beautiful. It was real, it was captivating, and it was pure, just like you.”

    Jacob couldn't help but smile, with a blush, of course.

    “I've dealt with plenty of humans in my life. Plenty of guys who promised me the world, or who tried to use me under the guise of friendship, or who were just plain dishonest with their intentions when it came to asking for my help. Not you. I thought the connection I initially felt with you would diminish over time, and yet, with each story, leading all the way up to this last one, you have shown me more and more about you, and that's only made our connection stronger.”

    “I don't know, Megan,” Jacob replied, “I honestly thought I'd be a lot more reclusive and closed off around you. And I'll admit that during the first story, I was extremely embarrassed, even ashamed, as I felt like maybe you'd think I was just some dude with a freaky fetish.”

    “You mean you're not?” Megan asked with a smirk, causing the two to giggle.

    “I mean, I have my days when that's all I wanna do,” Jacob confessed with a chuckled before continuing, “but how you cared for me there, how you stopped to ask if I was okay, and how you just...jumped into my fear with me and showed me the compassion I desperately needed to feel. Even this! Just the two of us here, talking about this together. It's so genuine, even if we're not physically in the same place as one another.”

    “I can, with one hundred percent honesty, tell you that I don't do that for just anybody. Sure, there were times in the distant past when I tried, but those were the jerks trying to take advantage of me. Your timid nature and checking on me isn't something I've experienced before, Jacob. People either get what they need from me and vanish into thin air, or they freak out when they find out about my being a witch, or my inability to leave the beach,or my missing leg.”

    “Then if it's okay with you,” Jacob said, “I want to keep letting you experience that, Megan. I want you to feel like you can be you.”

    “E-even if I can't really go anywhere?” Megan asked.

    That was the first time Jacob heard Megan stammer, indicating she really was a homebody.

    “Hey, I already told you. I'm a bit of an introvert. And if we can't go too far from the beach, then we'll figure out a way to bring those places to us.”

    “Oh, Jacob, you're so sweet. I can't handle it!”

    This made Jacob blush. Despite it not being said in a maternal or embarrassing way, his cheeks still burned.

    “Look, I know it'll be new, and fun, and maybe even scary for the both of us, but I just want us to continue our story together, if you'll let me. You don't have to go anywhere, Megan. I'm about an 8 hour drive from Myrtle Beach, and we can spend some time together to see what develops. Oh, God...now I'm nervously rambling again...”

    As Jacob trailed off, Megan gently put her finger up to Jacob's mouth, shushing him gently, before the two closed their eyes, leaned in towards one another, and kissed. Jacob's heart fluttered as he felt Megan's plump lips press against his own. Both sighed happily upon ending the kiss, with Jacob asking, “I'll take that as a yes?”

    “You really have to ask?” Megan playfully scoffed, “I should spank you right now for being so silly.”

    “Whoa, save that for another day!” Jacob shyly replied.

    “Oh, I will, along with many other things. But, that is a yes.”

    Megan kissed Jacob on the cheek before hugging him tightly, making Jacob blush and practically melt. For the first time in a long time, he felt genuinely happy, without any real hesitation about what life had in store for him and Megan.

    “Now, shall we head back to the real world?”

    “If we must,” Jacob said, “I'll definitely be taking some time off in the next two or three weeks to come see you.”

    “I'd like that very much.”

    The bright light appeared once more, enveloping the two in its radiance, their beach surroundings disappearing into the white nothingness.

    When the light faded, Jacob found himself back at his apartment, still in awe and wonder about what had just happened, praying it wasn't a dream. After all, it wasn't every day that an ABDL writer crossed paths with a witch, let alone developed feelings for her!

    “Wow. Just, wow.” Jacob stood up from his chair, smiling as he gently paced the apartment.

    “I need to pack, and I need to request some time off of work, and,” Jacob stopped, “wait! Is she expecting me to bring my diapers and stuff?”

    Not long after processing all that had happened, the all-familiar sound of an inbox notification came from Jacob's computer. It was a new message from Megan, in the ABDreamLand community! The subject line read, “The Itinerary XoXo”.

    Jacob instantly clicked on the message, reading it carefully:

     

    Hello from your favorite Sand Witch!

     

    I know I just told you this not long ago, but you're a super sweet guy, and I'm very much looking forward to us (physically) meeting sooner or later (or I guess, sooner than later). So, I'm attaching a map photo of my place, so you have my address.

     

    Sure enough, there was indeed a small map with Megan's full address on it. Her house truly was so close to the beach!

     

    Now, for the itinerary. Obviously, I'm being completely ridiculous and am all giddy as I write this, so this is nothing that's set in stone for when you get here....but here's what to expect (Terms and Conditions, if you will):

     

    • Random cuddle sessions

    • Plenty of food and alcoholic beverages that are probably not good for either of us

    • Kissing

    • Naps while facing the ocean (the view of the beach you saw in your last story? It isn't to that extent, but it's still a good view)

    • Occasional mischief, which includes but is not limited to:

      • Making you blush

      • Light teasing about our fetish

      • Use of magic

      • A combination of the first three sub-bullets

     

    Seeing as we have nothing to hide from one another, if you want to bring some of your ABDL stuff, by all means. If we end up doing that, awesome. If not, that's also awesome. I just want us to keep being comfortable around one another. IF, however, we DO end up doing that, then please know that I may or may not use some of my magic to make things a little bit more interesting. I won't spoil the surprise, though. ;)

     

    Please respond to this message with, “I have read and agree to these Terms and Conditions” at your earliest convenience.

     

    Many, many hugs and kisses,

     

    Megan, Your MysticSandWitch

     

     

    Jacob chuckled, and quickly replied to the message, of course indicating that he agreed. This wasn't a dream, or a work of fiction for Jacob. No, this was real, and it was happening! He fell head over heels for Megan, and she did the same for Jacob.

    With a satisfied sigh and smile, Jacob did what he knew best to help pass the time: he got to work on his unfinished stories. It wouldn't be long before he and Megan got together for real, to work on their own story together.

    THE END

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    Just One Time

    in Story and Art Forum

    Posted

    1 hour ago, kerry said:

    I agree with Hopsalot and BabySofia: this is remarkable stuff. Like BabySofia, I vaguely remember the first chapter, but for some reason I've missed everything since then. I'm so happy to have the chance to visit it as a (nearly) completed document. Love it! (Plus, Jacob's and your writers blocks have made me start thinking that I might be able to overcome my own!)

    Aww thanks, kerry! :) Yeah! This story seriously started out as poking fun at myself for never finishing my work/taking forever to finish my work. I'ts been very unique for me to write, in the sense that I mostly write realistic fiction work, not anything involving magic/sorcery/sci-fi, etc. 

    And yes! I hope you are able to overcome your own writers block! :)

    Just One Time

    in Story and Art Forum

    Posted

    Hey there, everyone! I am not going to give off a whole list of why I didn't get Chapter 9 done sooner. I am again terribly sorry for the long delay in completing this. I lost my writing muse for quite some time, no thanks to COVID and a very tough time with being creative for a while. But, it's not done. There will be only one more chapter after this one! I do hope you enjoy what I've done!

    Chapter 9

    Jacob grabbed a glass of ice water from the kitchen, sipping it and sighing once more. Should he have waited to send Megan over his story? Maybe Megan would decline to visit the world with Jacob after she read what he had so far. After all, it wasn't as happy or kinky as some of his other work. No, this piece hit much closer to home.

    While in the kitchen, Jacob heard a familiar ping from his computer; he'd just received a message! It had to be Megan! Jacob hurriedly gulped down the last of his water, setting the empty glass on his counter before rushing over to the computer. Sure enough, a new message had come, and it was from Megan:

     

    Hey there!

    I got your story, and everything is all set on my end. When you're ready, you know what to do. Click the magic link, and we'll get started!

    See you soon!

    Xoxo

    -Your Favorite Sandwich Sand Witch

     

    Jacob's eyes widened. Megan had sent him (virtual) hugs and kisses! Completely ignoring the fact that Megan never indicated in her response that she'd actually read Jacob's story, Jacob took a deep breath, sat down in his computer chair, and clicked the link.

    Once again, the link brought Jacob to a web page, where he was prompted to press the play button on the audio file before closing his eyes. He did as instructed, and after some time, felt the same transition of passing from the real world, back into whatever mystical subconscious Megan set aside for the two of them.

    As the bright light dimmed, Jacob found himself on the beach, once again clad in a diaper on a large blanket, with Megan sitting beside him.

    “Welcome back.” Megan smiled as she spoke.

    “That was faster than I expected,” Jacob admitted, “I'm going to apologize in advance if any of this is too much for you, Megan.”

    Megan gently brought her palm under Jacob's chin, guiding him to turn to face her. She looked as though she wanted to kiss him, but quietly said, “No need to apologize, Jacob. I'll be fine. Are you ready?”

    Jacob didn't say anything, simply nodding with bated breath, still uneasy about sharing with Megan the unfinished world he'd created. But, he knew he was a fool in love, quickly falling for the young woman.

    With the snap of her fingers, Megan murmured a quiet chant, before taking hold of Jacob's hand. She instructed him to close his eyes, and as he did so, Jacob lightly squeezed Megan's silky, soft hand, as the two were transported to the fictitious world.

    Jacob found himself in a lawyer's office, sitting one one side of a desk, right in the middle of a conversation.

    “Mr. Lang? Are you with me?” a sharply-dressed, older gentleman asked.

    Mr. Lang? Oh, shit. That's me... Jacob thought to himself.

    “I'm sorry, Jack,” Jacob (now Mr. Lang) replied, “I've got a lot on my mind, as you can probably imagine.”

    “Oh, no doubt. I know I've said it a thousand times, but I'm sorry to hear about your circumstances, Mr. Lang.”

    “No need, Jack. These are the cards I've been dealt. I'm just glad my financial affairs will be in order when the time comes.”

    “That they will. And besides, I know some folks who have gone through something similar. The doctor gave them months to live, and they ended up living for years. Besides, there are lots of alternative medications that can probably extend your life expectancy.”

    “Look, I appreciate the positivity, but there's no need. It is what it is. Are we all set here?”

    Jack nodded, looking at Jacob/Mr. Lang with pity in his eyes. Leaving the office with a sigh, Jacob headed back to his car, which in this story, was a fictitious combination of some of the classic cars found in real life.

    He knew exactly where in the story he was, too. Mr. Max Lang, a 45 year-old single man, who'd worked his ass off getting almost everything he wanted in life. The road to success was a long one, including going back to school, obtaining various business certifications, establishing good relationships with just about everyone he met. And yet, the “single” portion of his life always remained. Sure, a few dates here and there, but nobody seemed to pay enough attention to him. Well, nobody except for his housekeeper, Tabitha, or Tabby, for short.

    While nowhere near some of the wealthiest people in the country, Max had built up a steady flow of income. He'd met the then 31 year-old Tabby singles mingle event. 38 and still single at the time, Max had been conned into going by some friends. They lied and told him it was just a place to relax after a long day at work, and to even network with other professionals. Of course, when he got there, he had realized exactly what his friends had set him up for. The singles mingle had tables meant for two people lined up all around the bar; Max, feeling out of place almost immediately (but too self-conscious to actually just up and leave right away), bought a beer, then found a pillar to lean up against.

    Tabby had been the one to approach Max that night. The brunette woman of about 5'8”, with the red glasses and average body had first eyed Max from the bar, then, carefully made her way to the pillar where he stood. When Tabby finally reached Max, she said, “Did you get tricked to going to this stupid thing, too?”

    “Oh, thank God,” Max said with a laugh, “I thought it was only me.”

    The two hit it off right from the start. Neither had really had an interest in searching for a significant other, as they both felt it'd be better for it to just happen if it happened. They talked about all sorts of things, and through their discourse, Max had discovered that Tabby had been struggling over the past few years. Her husband had upped and left out the blue years before, and she couldn't seem to find a steady job, or find time to get the college degree she so badly wanted.

    From there, the two exchanged phone numbers and social media information, their acquaintance with one another quickly evolving into a friendship. Nothing majorly intimate, albeit some minor flirting, tighter than normal hugs, cuddling, and the like. Upon getting to know each other a little more, Max decided to give Tabby a helping hand, by offering her a job housekeeping for him. Her living expenses would be paid, plus $600 weekly. Tabby had been reluctant at first, but Max remained honest with her, letting her know that he knew she'd been through a lot, and that he wanted to help her.

    This offering allowed Tabby to not only get back on her feet, financially, but it also helped her focus on getting back to school, finishing up her Associates in Business, Marketing & Management, the bond between her and Max never once wavering.

    Fast forward to the present. Tabby's small business of making custom jewelry from home took off rather successfully. After all the time that had passed, she remained a housekeeper for Max, with both still remaining single, but having openly expressed to one another that they were more than friends; they were soulmates. And now, Max, after finally achieving his career goals of making it to the top of business food chain, had been diagnosed with a terminal illness (Jacob hadn't quite figured out what that would be during his initial writing of the story), and only a few months left to live.

    Tabby chose to remain at Max's side and help him where she could, from driving him to his appointments on the days when he felt weak, to making sure the house itself was in tip-top shape, both internally and externally.

    Jacob, still assuming the role of Max, pulled into the cobblestone-laden driveway of his modern, mid-sized home, sighing as he got out of the car. Now that his financial affairs were taken care of, he could get back to relaxing. In all honesty, he really wanted to see and talk to Tabby. Something had been bothering him for quite some time, especially in light of his current situation.

    Before he even got to the front door of his house, it opened, and out came Tabby, greeting Jacob with a smile. In this unfinished world, Tabby's role was assumed by Megan.

    “Welcome home, Max,” Tabby said, “how'd it go?”

    Jacob struggled to stay in character, still a little wary about his story being too much for Megan to handle, and how Megan would see Jacob upon leaving his imaginary world.

    “It was terribly boring,” Jacob replied, “Jack's a good guy, but God, I hate lawyers.”

    “Oof...like watching paint dry, huh?” Tabby chuckled.

    “Worse! It's like watching a video of someone else watching paint dry!”

    The two laughed before entering the house, which, to Jacob's surprise, was spotless. Tabby closed the door behind them, and Jacob sat down on the plush, leather, oversized couch in the living room, sighing softly.

    “Hey, are you alright?” Tabby asked.

    “Y-yeah, just tired.” Jacob lied.

    “Really,” Tabby raised an eyebrow, “you think after living with you for this long, I can't tell a tired sigh from sigh of remorse?”

    Damn, she was onto him. Then again, Max's character never had the trait of being dishonest. He was an awful liar.

    “You're right,” Jacob confessed, “I'm sorry, Tabby. Something's been bothering me.”

    “Oh? It's nothing I've been doing, is it?” Tabby meekly replied.

    “What? No! Nothing like that, I promise. It's just...I've had something weighing on my mind for a long time now. I guess I'm not sure how to explain it.”

    “Try me!”

    “It's kind of complicated,” Jacob said with a pause, “and silly, and something that I'm terrible at talking about.”

    “Hey,” Tabby sat down next to Jacob, putting her hand on his shoulder, “take your time.”

    Jacob swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts. This was part of the story that he hadn't written yet, so while what he was about to say had been somewhat planned, it was still difficult.

    “L-look, before I continue, I want you to know that you have been nothing but the best friend and soulmate that I could have asked for in this life. And I completely understand if you don't want to talk to me after hearing what I'm about to tell you.”

    A certain tension filled the air. Jacob could feel it, and he was sure Tabby could feel it.

    “You, um,” Tabby stammered, “you didn't kill anyone, did you? I know you have that one closet that you've asked me not to snoop around in and-”

    “Oh, no, Tabby,” Jacob laughed nervously, “it is nothing like that.”

    “Well, that's a relief! But, then...what is it? I can't imagine anything about you that would make us no longer be friends!”

    “God, how to I put this? There's something about me that I've known about for a very long time, and that I've kept to myself.”

    “Max, I'm not going to force you to tell me what it is, but it might be helpful to share while you have the chance.”

    “I know. I'm figuring out the right words to say.”

    There was a long pause, Jacob still taking deep breaths as Tabby patiently waited.

    “Okay,” Jacob said quietly, “before I continue, I'm going to again apologize if this weirds you out. There's this...um, this thing that I've always liked to do. You know how when you were a kid, you'd play pretend?”

    “Yeah?” Tabby said, audibly confused.

    “Well, let's just say that every so often, I like to play pretend.”

    “Oh! Like role-playing?”

    “Sort of. Sometimes, I like to kind of get lost in it, if that makes sense. Kind of like escaping reality for a little while, and being a mindset where I'm more care-free....and where I feel more loved...and cared for...and, um...little.”

    “So you like to be a kid again?”

    “M-mor-more like a baby,” Jacob stuttered, “and before you ask, yes, that includes things like wanting to be held, and fed, and burped...and diapered.”

    He whispered the last part of his sentence, before sighing and looking down at the floor. Surely, Tabby would be disgusted and leave, right? In real life, no matter how many times Jacob practiced confessing his fetish to someone else, his brain always played out the other person reacting negatively.

    “I'll admit that I'm surprised, hearing that from you,” Tabby said, “but, it's okay, Max.”

    “You don't find it weird?”

    “Well, maybe a little,” Tabby confessed, “but let's just say I try to keep an open mind. After all, I have my share of friends who are into some pretty strange things!”

    “You and me both!” Jacob said with a chuckle, easing the tension in the room.

    From there, the questions continued, with Tabby asking Jacob to share a little more about his preference; was it sexual or non-sexual (or a bit of both)? Did Jacob use his diapers when he wore? How long had he known about it? What exactly did he get and want out of it? The two continued the conversation for what felt like hours, with Tabby asking a final question.

    “Does anyone else know about this?” Tabby asked.

    “In my immediate circle, nobody but you,” Jacob answered, “I've got a pretty big social network of acquaintances and some online friends, and we share some of our experiences in navigating life with the fetish, but nobody else really knows. In my life, I've never really had a friend, or potential love interest, or anyone I felt it necessary to share this with. I've always been too afraid, carrying it with me like a dark secret that needed to be kept from the world.”

    “That sounds like a heavy burden to bear,” Tabby frowned for a moment, before smiling, “but thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about it.”

    “It's only fair, Tabby,” Jacob replied, “you have been nothing but kind to me since we met. I'm glad to have someone like you around during the last chapter of my life.”

    “Oh, Max...” Tabby gently put her arms around Jacob, embracing him in a warm hug.

    The lines of reality and fiction blurred in that moment. Jacob's real-life fear was about to be conveyed in the very story he and Megan had been exploring together.

    “I've come so far in my life,” Jacob held back the tears, “I did all of these great things in my career, made some decent friends, kept in touch with my family as best I could, been on some fantastic vacations and explored the world. And not once did I find anyone to have those experiences with, or to talk about this with, or share this with. That's all I ever wanted. And now, I fear it's too late and that I will die alone.”

    Jacob felt Tabby wrap her arms around him, putting her chin atop his head as she stroked his back and hair. He could hear Tabby softly crying. Rarely did Jacob actually feel the emotions he made his characters convey, but this? This was different. For the first time in a long time, this story he'd been working on, this story he'd struggled to continue, this story that he allowed someone else to visit with him, came straight from the heart. No over-the-top one-liners, no cliché plots, no magic. Just the purity of Jacob's fears, expressed in written format. Max wasn't just being portrayed by Jacob; Max was Jacob.

    “Shh,” Tabby spoke softly, “it's okay. You're not alone. I've been here, I'm here now, and I will be here with you until the end.”

    With a big sigh, Jacob leaned into Tabby as silence filled the room. After some time, Tabby slowly let go of Jacob, looking at him as she kept her hand on his shoulder.

    “Are you okay?” Tabby asked.

    “Yeah, I think so. Thank you, Tabby.”

    “Any time, Max. You know, I had a thought,” Tabby continued, “and it's okay if you're not up to it. Your schedule looks pretty quiet for the next few days. How about a trip to your beach cottage? Might be good to just relax for a bit, you know?”

    Ahh, the beach cottage. One of Max's fondest places. The small, sea green cottage with a balcony and small private beach. The ocean and beach always made Jacob feel at peace, so he made sure to pass that characteristic onto Max.

    “That's true. It's been quite a while since we've gone.”

    “Exactly! We can leave sometime this afternoon. I can have some groceries delivered to the cottage so we don't have to stop anywhere on the way.”

    “One of the many reasons I hired you, Tabby,” Jacob laughed, “always thinking one step ahead. I'll start packing.”

    “About that, “Tabby said, “and I apologize if this is too forthcoming...but, when you pack, feel free to bring anything you want in regards to what we discussed earlier.”

    Jacob blushed hard, looking down at the floor before saying, “A-aww, Tabby. I don't want you to feel obligated to get any more involved in my personal preferences.”

    “Oh, I'm not feeling obligated. I'm curious, and I really want you to feel as comfortable being you during our trip. If you end up not wanting to bring that side of you out while we're there, that's completely fine.”

    As Jacob looked back up, his cheeks still burning, he saw Tabby's genuine smile (which he swore seemed to grow when his red face was revealed).

    “O-okay. I can do that.” Jacob nodded, before the two got up and went about packing.

    Sure enough, Jacob packed everything he needed for the trip, but it took him a while to decide if he actually wanted to pack any diaper supplies, as well as what exactly to pack. Should he have just packed some diapers, wipes, and powder? Maybe go full on adult baby with a bottle, bib, and pacifier? What exactly did Tabby have in mind? It wasn't that Jacob didn't trust her, but having never had anyone see him in his babyish state before, he grew flustered and indecisive. Then again, why did he care so much? All of this would be left behind when he died. His hesitance turning into confidence, Jacob packed up four diapers, a tub of large baby wipes, baby powder, his red pacifier, his baby bottle with the teddy bears on it, and his oversized bib.

    Both Tabby and Jacob brought their suitcases out a short time later.

    “You all packed?” Jacob asked.

    “Yep,” Tabby said with a smile, “and I set the grocery delivery for about a half hour after we get there, so that's all taken care of. How about you, Max? All packed?”

    “I am!”

    “Good! Let's go. I'll drive. You just sit back and relax for the next hour and a half.”

    Locking up the house before they left, the two packed up the SUV and made their way to the ocean. As if living the events of a fictitious world wasn't strange enough, something even stranger happened: not five minutes into the trip, the scene started fading into white, making Jacob quite nervous.

    “What the...? Megan? What's happening?” Jacob nervously asked, looking over to find that Tabby had reverted back to Megan.

    “Your other stories were all written up to a certain point, Jacob,” Megan explained, “so we were able to pick up right where those left off. You told me this one wasn't finished, either, but you also said that the truest parts of you were scattered throughout.”

    Jacob thought for a moment, and then let out an, “Aha! So, this is one of those few stories where I didn't just leave it unfinished at a certain point. I actually wrote the major scenes without connecting all of the dots...which means...”

    “We won't necessarily be connecting all of the dots.”

    “Makes sense.” Jacob shrugged.

    “Now, onto the next scene.” Megan said with a nod, before turning herself back into Tabby.

    The scene filled with a white light, and suddenly the two of them found themselves at Max's beach house. Both were on the balcony, overlooking the seemingly endless Atlantic Ocean as the sun started making its way up from the horizon. It took a moment for Jacob to get accustomed to his surroundings, and as he did so, he felt pretty weak. Then it hit him: Max's illness. Some days he'd feel fine, and other days he'd barely be able to move. This particular day was somewhere in between. Not too weak to move, but not strong enough to really want to do much.

    Looking over, Jacob saw Tabby sitting in the chair next to him, sipping her coffee quietly. The little table between them had a light spread of various breakfast food, ranging from toast and bacon, to mini muffins and fruit. A fresh cup of coffee also sat on the table, still steaming, presumably for Jacob.

    “What a great way to start the morning, huh, Max?” Tabby asked.

    “Mmm, yeah.” Jacob replied.

    “So, I was thinking, if the weather behaves, maybe we can check out the boardwalk and see if some new shops opened up, play a little mini-golf, see if we can find some sea life by the bay. I think a day of fun and relaxation could be a great way to start the long weekend.”

    He didn't want to hurt Tabby's feelings by telling her he wasn't feeling up to it, but he knew this part of the story had to play out. Tabby was just trying to help, after all.

    “I think I'd prefer if it rained today.”

    “Rain? At the beach?” Tabby chuckled. “Why's that?”

    Max's character was not one to admit weakness very often, let alone show it. He shouldn't have cared at that point, what with his days being numbered. Yet, the struggle was there. Each time he tried to say something, Jacob hesitated.

    “Max? Are you alright? You've been pretty quiet this morning.”

    “I'm just...not feeling that great today, Tabby. I'm sorry if I'm raining on your parade.”

    “Oh, I'm sorry,” Tabby set her coffee down, before placing her hand on Jacob's shoulder, “why didn't you say something earlier, Max? Is that why you haven't been eating much this morning?”

    “Y-yeah,” he admitted, “I didn't want to ruin the day. But please, if you want to go out and explore for a bit, I'm okay if I just rest and relax here. Maybe I'll feel better by this afternoon. Don't not have fun on my account. Feeling this way kind of puts me in a less than great mood.”

    “Please,” Tabby said, “you're not ruining the day. You go ahead and make yourself comfortable inside. I'll clean up out here.”

    “Let me at least help take the plate of fo-” Jacob offered before being cut off with Tabby's index finger gently pressing against his lips.

    “-Max, don't be fussy. Let me take care of this.”

    Jacob nodded shyly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, a timid smile forming across his face as he used both hands to stand himself up. Something about Tabby's tone of voice—not condescending or demanding, but maternal and ever slightly firm—made Jacob feel little. Tabby had to have noticed, too, because she smirked when she caught glimpse of Jacob's red cheeks.

    Jacob made his way to the master bedroom, complete with a three-panel window that also overlooked the sea. He was still in his jeans and t-shirt when he stretched out onto his queen-sized bed, not bothering to peel back the covers. As he let out a light sigh, thunder could be heard in the distance.

    “Well, that's convenient,” Jacob chuckled to himself, “the day I feel unwell at the beach, and it rains.”

    Mere moments later, he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom, followed by a brief knock on the partially closed door.

    “Max,” Tabby called out, peeking her head in before entering the room, “I got all the food put away and cleaned up. How are you doing?”

    “Thanks, Tabby,” Jacob said, sluggishly sitting back up, “I'm alright. A little weak, is all. Guess we weren't meant to go outside and do too much today, huh?”

    “I guess not,” Tabby laughed, “but rainy weather can be pretty relaxing, too.”

    She paused for a minute, looking at Jacob and tilting her head a bit.

    “I though you were going to make yourself comfortable?”

    “What? I was! I mean, I am!”

    “Because khaki pants and a polo shirt are the best thing to wear when you want to rest and feel better, right? You're killin' me, Max!”

    Jacob knew that this was Tabby's way of dealing with Max's occasional stubbornness and odd behavior. For whatever reason, he would always make sure he was dressed in similar attire as Tabby; that is, if she wore casual clothes for the day, so would Max. If she was dressed up a bit, Max would do the same. If both were in their night time or lazy day clothing, but Tabby decided to change clothes, Max would do the same.

    “I think I see one of the problems here,” Tabby tapped her chin, “hang on a sec. I'll be right back.”

    Tabby left the room for a few moments, but to where? What was she doing? It didn't take long for her to return, and when she did, she was in some comfy-looking pajama bottoms, a tank top, and a silk robe.

    “There,” Tabby declared, “now we can both be lazy today.”

    “You didn't have to do that.” Jacob stammered.

    “I know. I wanted to. Now, I know you aren't feeling too energetic or great today, Max, but I want you to be completely honest with me, okay?”

    Jacob nodded, awaiting Tabby's next question.

    “Are you able to-,” Tabby stopped herself, “no, let me rephrase that. Do you want my help?”

    “O-oh, I um, I don't need any help, heh.” Jacob answered sheepishly.

    “Right, you don't need it. But, do you want it?”

    It took him a few moments to answer, but Jacob nodded very slowly, his face all sorts of red. One of Max's unfortunate traits included not being very good at asking for things he wanted when it came to friends, or even super close friends like Tabby.

    “Okay,” Tabby nodded, “and, at the risk of being too forthcoming again, do you want to bring out the one side of you that we talked about the other day? You can say no. I promise I don't mind, either way.”

    “Well, um, I mean...you're okay with that? I-I've never really, you know, um, worn that kind of stuff in front of you, let alone anyone else.”

    “And I've never seen anyone bigger than a toddler wear anything like that before. It'll be a new experience for both of us. I told you, I like to keep an open mind. If that's what you want, then I want to do that for you.”

    “Y-yes, please.” Jacob blushed extremely hard.

    Tabby got closer to Jacob, nodding her head and smiling sweetly. She first brought the palm of her hand up to Jacob's burning cheek, saying, “It'll be okay, Max. Let me take care of you, alright?”

    This was nothing sexual by any means. No, this was a heightened intimacy that was about to take place between two people who really loved and cared for each other. Tabby asked Jacob to lie down more towards the center of the bed, before rummaging through his suitcase. It wasn't long before a set of pajama shorts, a fresh shirt, a thick adult diaper, and powder were gently tossed onto the bed.

    “This is my first time, too, Max,” Tabby spoke softly, “so I'm sorry if I don't get it just right, but I'll do my best.”

    “It's fine, I promise.”

    Despite having been diapered throughout the other stories he'd visited, Jacob still felt this rush of eagerness, excitement, and nervousness, all rolled into one. Sure, the previous stories involved characters being diapered (some against their will), but this? This was much different. The characters in this particular story had a long-lasting friendship and bond, which was about to grow even further. Tabby asked Jacob if he was ready, and he shyly nodded.

    “Okay,” Tabby said sweetly, “let's get you all comfy and taken care of.”

    This only made Jacob blush harder, which in turn made Tabby smile and giggle softly. Sweetly talking through each step and motion, Tabby worked on undressing Jacob, first by removing his shirt, followed by his pants, boxers, and socks. Jacob couldn't help but look down at his (or in this case, Max's) middle-aged body, which had a slightly pale complexion and was on the much thinner side due to the illness.

    “Alright, how are you doing? Good?” Tabby asked with a smile.

    Jacob nodded once more, before quietly replying with, “Um, sorry if I don't talk much. I'm pretty quiet when I'm this way. How are you doing?”

    “Awww,” Tabby gushed, “it's fine, Max! And I'm good, too. Now, let's get you all powdered and diapered, hm?”

    This was pure. This was love. This was not erotica, or some sex-driven fantasy that Jacob had been working on for so long. No, this was indeed written from the depths of his soul, where he truly yearned for an experience like this one. Tabby had been written as one of his most ideal female characters; not necessarily well-versed in the ABDL scene, but open-minded enough to at least try it. Not participating out of necessity or to assert dominance, but because she wanted to, and because she knew it would make her man happier than ever. Not judgmental, even when something seemed strange, but more inquisitive and compassionate.

    With a smile, Tabby asked Jacob to lift up for her, the diaper already opened up and ready to go. Jacob did just that, feeling the thick diaper under his bottom as Tabby then opened the baby powder, sprinkling it into the diaper and bottom, before instructing him to lower his legs so she could powder his manhood. Finally, Tabby very slowly folded the front of the diaper, taking her time while taping each side up nice and snug.

    “I hope that isn't too tight.” Tabby said with a look of uneasiness.

    “No, it's perfect. Not bad for your first time.”

    “Oh, good! That makes me happy! Alright, now for your pajama bottoms, mister...”

    “Is it...is it okay if I just have this and a shirt on? At least while I'm in bed?”

    Without saying anything, Tabby picked up the pajama bottoms and gently tossed them back into the suitcase, making Jacob chuckle. Tabby then helped Jacob sit up so she could get his new shirt on. Once this was done, Jacob slide back down on the bed, letting out a very relaxed sigh.

    “You are just too cute!” Tabby exclaimed, gently clapping her hands together. “Now, I didn't forget what we talked about earlier, Max, with you just wanting to be held and cuddled for a little while. Is a certain someone okay with some cuddles from Tabby?”

    “Y-yes, please.” Jacob replied, still red but still smiling quite a bit.

    With that, Tabby made her way to the other side of the bed, opening up the covers as the rain and thunder continued to intensify outside. She climbed into the bed, lying on her side before patting the spot next to her. Jacob took no time sidling up Tabby, curling up in a ball as he felt her loving arms warp around him.

    Tabby's hands guided Jacob's head to her chest, and once he complied, she used her one hand to run her fingers through Jacob's hair, while the other hand gently ran up and down Jacob's arms, back, and neck. Jacob sighed happily, leaning into Tabby and melting into a puddle, his diaper crinkling whenever he moved.

    “Hmm, someone's pretty crinkly,” Tabby giggled, her hand lovingly patting Jacob's diapered bottom, “I bet you're super comfy now, aren't you?”

    Jacob nodded, looking over at Tabby before turning to her, hugging her tightly and whispering, “Thank you. This is all I ever wanted to experience, Tabby. My whole life, this is all I ever wanted, even if it was just one time. Just someone who sees me for me.”

    Jacob felt what he presumed to be tears on his shoulder, as Tabby hugged him even more tightly. As this happened, the familiar scent of Megan's perfume entered Jacob's nostrils. Then, in what was clearly Megan's quivering voice, Jacob heard, “I see you, Jacob.”

    As the two eased up on their embrace, Jacob gently pulled who he thought was Tabby away from his body, only to find Megan in her place. Megan, the Mystic Sand Witch, teary-eyed as she looked at Jacob.

    “I see you, too, Megan.” Jacob replied, his lips quivering and his eyes watering as he, too, broke character. “I'm sorry for making you cry. This is me. This is who I am. The ABDL author who's been too afraid to show this side of myself to anybody, and who could never finish this story because the mere thought of dying terrifies me, let alone dying without a companion.”

    “No, don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You did absolutely nothing wrong, Jacob. I've been afraid, too, Jacob. You're not alone.”

    “Neither are you.”

    The two embraced each other once more, crying softly together and sniffling. Jacob had no desire to finish playing out his story, for he then knew exactly how he wanted it to end. Hell, the story suddenly became one of the last things on his mind, with Megan being the absolute first. They stayed this way for some time, each rubbing the other's back softly, pouring their souls into each others'.

    “Well, Jacob,” Megan said softly, releasing him from her hug, “shall we head back to our subconscious beach so we can talk?”

    “I'd like that very much,” Jacob nodded, “I'm all set with this story.”

    With a smile, Megan leaned back in to hug Jacob tightly once more, before snapping her fingers, engulfing the two in the bright light, sending them on their way.

     

    TO BE CONTINUED

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