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Things Get moving “So faithful listeners, tonight I want to try something different from our regular format. I have a moral question for you all, not rhetorical. I earnestly want your opinions and answers. Childhood dreams, the things you've always wanted to do deep down inside you. The dreams you carry with you to this day. Are they worth pursuing, or are they really just dreams to entertain you while you're slaving away in the cubicle? Call in with your answers throughout the show, and Sarah and I will be happy to put you on the air.

Family Fun “And that's when I decided to get a mortgage on my second house.

Remember, Remember It was a month and a half later that I had this really weird dream. I use weird as a relative term because I think all dreams are weird. But this one stands out to me because I remember it so well. I found myself sitting on a stool, wearing my usual collared shirt, dark blue jeans and scuffed up brown shoes. The room or space I was in was completely dark except for a small light around me from overhead, too high for me to see where it came from and too bright for me to want to take a second look. Suddenly a second light was turned on farther ahead of me. I could see my DJ station all set up, with perfect working amps, a brand new turntable and a great control board. I started to stand up, but then I looked down. The floor was gone, replaced by a balance beam, and I'm scared shitless of falling. Then I heard music playing from the station. Behind it was that punk ninja from the party. He's put a record on, “Radio Ga Ga

I just told my girlfriend about this side of me the other day. I suggested we take a walk since the weather was so nice and eventually we came to a park bench where we were alone except for the occasional jogger. When I told her, I gave her the absolute bare bones details about my interests so as not to overwhelm her. I didn't even suggest I wanted her to take part in my AB/DL interests, rather I wanted to see if she would accept me, walk out on me, or even ask to take part. Well she accepted me which is what I hoped for the most. And even if she does walk up to me in the next few days and say this is too much for her, then I'll still be happy; she's not the kind of person to go advertising this on Facebook and I still found the courage to tell someone I have feelings for about this. I hope that our relationship gets to the point where she will give me the full treatment, but that takes time, and now that I got this off my chest, I can be a very patient man.

... you have more bottles in your house than cups. ... you have enough diapers to take care of a real infant. ... you use baby powder like it is perfume/cologne. All probably real lame, but I gave it a shot . Anyone have any better ones?

Things That Were As soon as I had this thought, this overpowering desire to trade costumes, I nearly fell on my own feet. It had been seven years since this desire had last shown its ugly face. Seven long, peaceful, fruitful and relatively pleasant years. I had graduated High School with honors, the first person in my family to do so, made the Dean's list in college. Most importantly, I had attained a position of seniority in both my high school and college radio stations DJing wasn't an extra-curricular activity for me. It was my career goal. And I had made all of this progress only after moving beyond these freakish desires. I needed to get a lid on this now, before I fell into my old high school routine of mentally beating myself up every day. First thing was first, I needed time to breathe and three-minute dance tunes wouldn't give me that time. I put a copy of Stairway to Heaven on the turntable. It wasn't on Janet's list, but seven minutes of the best rock and roll band on earth never killed anyone. Janet noticed this new song immediately and came right over to the stage. She had changed into a witch costume before the party started, but she was still as angry as before. “This song wasn't on my playlist,

My sincerest thanks for the praise , and also my apologies for the confusion. Alex is indeed male. I'm not sure how soon the next chapter will be, but most definitely within the next week, and I'll try make it a lengthy update at that. But again, I must emphasize the fact that this is a fiction piece with a character who happens to be AB/DL. I'll probably throw in some "fantasy" stuff later, but it will hardly dominate the story.

I own none of the bands, songs or brands mentioned in any parts of this story. All characters and events are a work of fiction etc. I believe there are few enough things which connect us as human beings. For one, we're all human. We all have hopes, dreams, aspirations. But one of the little talked about things that connects us with one another, is that we all keep secrets. "I stole a pack of gum when I was ten," or "I lied to my parents about a score on a math test," are some of the things people will share when you trade secrets. Those aren't real secrets. When I say secrets, I mean deep down inside of each one of us, there are some things that we wish and hope and pray we could lock away forever in a mental safe, never to be seen again by us or anyone else. But we all know that this safe cannot be closed. Or at least, it cannot be locked. My safe has a few items in it. Embarrassing moments that I still remember vividly, things I did I was not proud of, and missed opportunities that I am too ashamed to recount. But the most jarring thing in my safe, is something intensely and inherently emotional. To lock it away, I would have made a prime-time presentation of all the other items within. Now I know that secrets are the things which preserve us as humans. The idea that we can hide something from others, even if it hurts us to do so, gives us some semblance of safety and control. Just beware the secrets that can ruin you. We all have at least one. If you need me to spell out mine for you, in big bold letters for all the world to see, those letters would spell D-I-A-P-E-R-S. Things changed dramatically for me in the course of a year. I thought my safe locked and closed so tightly that I almost didn't realize I had this secret. But I did. So here I sit in studio number four on the night shift. I'm running the equipment alone, playing the music for all the other midnight shifts out there. The custodian is long gone and the one security guard we have is probably looking at pornography on his laptop rather than the security feed. I am, for all intents and purposes, alone for the next eight hours. To my left is a 9mm pistol with one round locked and loaded in the chamber. To my right is a cellular phone, with a single phone number plugged in and ready to dial. And in between the two, I write this. If I choose the left, I feel it necessary to at least leave my side of the story, an explanation for friends and family. And if I choose right, then... I don't know what will happen to this notebook. But I'm not exactly looking towards the far future right now. So here's how I reached this point. Where There's Smoke There were three of us in the University Student Center on October the thirty-first. Me, Josh, and the Rookie, a Freshman whose name I still was having trouble remembering. The three of us were all involved in different majors at the university. Josh was going into nursing, I think the rookie was a History major, and I was in Communications. The three of us were connected by our student organization, the college radio station. We were a moderate sized group on campus, with about forty active participants. The three of us had volunteered to help set up the Halloween dance on campus. More accurately, they were appointed to set it up by our organization president, and I would be DJing. It didn't help that none of us knew how to set up our outdated amps and turntables. "Rookie, you smell smoke?" I asked. My nose was detecting that burning smell. The one that everyone thinks they smell when they fiddle with electronics they have no idea how to use. "I think I smell something," Josh said, sticking his nose closer to the cluster of wires near the wall. "Rook, go get an extinguisher." I hopped off the DJ platform and yanked our surge protectors from the electrical sockets. The rookie took off like a bat out of hell. If there was going to be a fire on campus, he didn't want to be implicated in its cause. A smart kid, that one. He'll probably get far in life. I started checking all the wires for anything that looked funny; cracks or exposed metal. When Josh and I didn't find any, the rookie was back with the extinguisher and an unwelcome guest. Janet Macken, the president of the Student Union, was standing right behind him. And she looked none too pleased. "I wanted professionals to do this," she said. She sounded a little more than ticked and a little less than pissed, probably grateful that there was no fire. I'm an even six-feet tall, 21 years old, and probably weighed twice as much as her. I had to look down a little to meet her eyes, but when I opened my mouth to talk to her I chose my words carefully. I knew the clout she had with the student groups; if we pushed the wrong buttons around her, she'd pull the funding for the radio station in a heartbeat and be glad of it. We were eating into the student budget with all of our equipment needs, an easy five thousand dollars a year, if not more. "We're really sorry," I said, and meaning every word of it. "It's just, Dan had a funeral to go to this weekend and we volunteered to do this in his place. I know he's the guy who usually does the DJ-ing, but we couldn't ask him to put off his own grandmother's funeral for a Halloween dance." "You know what this dance is really for?" Janet asked, crossing her arms. Bad sign. Baaaad sign. "We're to promote safe, responsible behavior during the holiday, and discourage underage and binge drinking of any sort." I thanked God I read the email advertisement for the dance. "What he said," Josh piped in. "Good. Because I'd hate to have five-hundred students show up here, then leave to go get plastered, and finally go driving and plow into someone on the road all because our DJ doesn't know how to work his equipment. How much did I money di I give you for those amps? Two- hundred dollars each? Did you even read the manual for them?" No, your highness. There was no manual. We actually bought the pair for fifty bucks on ebay. Used, of course. But thanks for paying so much attention to our equipment needs. And besides, everyone who came here WAS going to leave and get plastered. They just weren't inviting YOU. "We'll have no problems, trust me," Josh said. "I've got the whole playlist you requested lined up and ready for Alex." That's me by the way. "We're just having one or two technical problems. If you like, we can keep the fire extinguisher behind the stage just in case." Smooth one Josh. Implying that something might go wrong when I'm trying to tell her it won't. Real smooth. "Yeah," Janet said. "You do that." She walked off towards the food and drinks table, generously provided by the Christians on Campus group. They had half the budget and five times the membership of our little organization, and to give them credit they deserved much more funding for their size. They were going to give away pizza, subs and soda tonight. It takes some serious clout to give that kind of food away for free on a college campus, and here we were with two amps bought off of the internet with our own money raised from a bake sale. We knew where Janet's loyalties lay. Josh and I finished the setup without further difficulties, though we gave the rookie a talking to about bringing Janet's attention to us. "I didn't mean to," the guy said defensively. And Einstein didn't mean to help make The Bomb either rookie. The road to hell is paved with accidents. Josh left at about 6 to go spend the evening with his girlfriend. I was to DJ alone for the night. As far as costumes go, mine was cheap yet functional: a simple black mask that went around my eyes, like the kind you see superheroes in cheap comic books wearing. You know, where everyone can't guess their secret identity because they have an inch of black material around their eyes. The party began at 8 officially, but didn't take off until 9ish. That was when the frats showed up. Campus had two rival fraternities, and the antics they pulled at events like this were legendary. At nine o'clock, a hundred frat members walked into the room. Fifty were dressed as matching ninjas of various sizes, and fifty were dressed as pirates. Some managed to make large cardboard peg-leg. A whole sorority showed up dressed as nurses, and not the kind you see in hospitals today mind you. I distinctly remembered this moment when the frats and sororities arrived not because of how their costumes looked, but because of who walked in right after they did. Three girls followed these huge crowds. One of them was Ashley Ruvoli. She was the textbook definition of the rich airhead, but not drop-dead gorgeous in my opinion; maybe a 7 or 8 out of 10. I hate assigning numbered scores to beauty, but in her case I'll make an exception. You see, her family was loaded with a capital L. Ashley quickly picked up the nickname of Don Ruvoli in some circles on campus. She was always happy to give favors and loans to anyone who asked her. Do you know any single girls looking for a date? I've run out of grocery money for the week and my parents are strapped because my dad lost his job. Do you know someone who can get me tickets to this concert? All were fair game to request, but the payback was a bitch. And it usually came in a form that made Ashley look good at the expense of whoever was paying her back. Unfortunately for her two "friends" Ashley had called to collect favors owed, judging by their costumes. One girl was a tall blonde who I remembered from my basic algebra class two years back, though my trouble at remembering names still prevents me from recalling hers. The other girl was shorter and much more round, with brown hair. Both were dressed as oversized babies, wearing huge diapers judging by the way the girls waddled into the room, bright pink onesies, bonnets, pacifiers, bibs, and even those little leashes that parents attach to the hand of a toddler to keep them in sight. Meanwhile Ashley was a sexy looking "sitter," getting plenty of attention from the guys in the room while her two "friends" were either being stared at or outright teased. The moment of their entry is frozen in my memory, because this is where this chain of events started that led me here. I remember all four or five-hundred people crammed into the room. The smell of hot pizza. My mouth was still moist from a drink I had taken from my water bottle. And when I saw those two girls, time seemed to stop. It was at this point that my safe, which I had thought closed and locked for the past seven years came swinging open. As time returned to a normal speed, my first thought wasn't one of pity for the two seniors like it should have been. My first thought was: I want to trade costumes, right now. A note from the author. So I started this story with no intention of having it turn into a diaper story. But the other day, I read a creative writing prompt "Write a story you swore you would never try to write." So I guess this qualifies. I look at this story primarily as a work of fiction with secondary elements of AB/DL in it. Nor do I expect it to cross fully into the realm of fantasy. But I'm sure it will cross that fantasy line somewhere, and the reality will make the fantasy much more believable. The ending, as you can tell from the prologue, is still up in the air. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'm sorry I didn't write more. I prefer to write shorter chapters. Please leave comments, critiques and any other suggestions you want.

Welcome aboard. Good to have you with all of us.

I'm game, I guess. Been working towards weight loss on and off for a month now, mostly focusing on diet. I'm 230 lbs. and also on the verge of dropping down to a medium size. My goal is to lose a minimum of 10 pounds.

Watchmen and Transformers 2.

It's the old Buddhist cleansing prayer for serious illness actually (hence the quotation marks lol). It was one of the first things I learned when I took up Zen, considering how often my family members end up in the hospital and I don't. I figured I'd learn something to spread the good luck lol. At any rate, please do keep us all up to speed. I'm curious though, if you don't mind my asking, do the newborns have special first names considering the circumstances of their birth? Keep healthy!

Welcome back! Here's wishing you and the new ones all the best! "Just as the soft rains fill the streams, pour into the rivers and join together in the oceans, so may the power of every moment of your goodness flow forth to awaken and heal all beings, Those here now, those gone before, those yet to come. By the power of every moment of your goodness May your heart's wishes be soon fulfilled as completely shining as the bright full moon, as magically as by a wish-fulfilling gem. By the power of every moment of your goodness May all dangers be averted and all disease be gone. May no obstacle come across your way. May you enjoy fulfillment and long life. For all in whose heart dwells respect, who follow the wisdom and compassion, of the Way, May your life prosper in the four blessings of old age, beauty, happiness and strength."

If memory serves me, I once managed to wear all but two of the Depends in a pack.

Shine on you Crazy Diamond (Parts I-IV) - Pink Floyd

Bob Dylan, Forever Young

Town hates campus, needs us for our extra spending money.

If you're not afraid of a few looks or a quick stare, go for it. If you're not comfortable with this, then I'd suggest against wearing to the gym. I've been working out the bast few weeks and know that if I ever wore, people would definitely see the diaper if they didn't hear it.

Im sorry for the miscommunication. It can be anything from "Guy who is about to lose his job" to "First person reality setting in a Chicago bank about to be robbed at 12:47 pm." I'm going to try and come up with a short story idea of my own tonight after class, no longer than 2 pages to start off with.

So I've been making lifestyle changes at light-speed within the last month, doing things I never thought I'd do and learning thing's I might never have learned. When this dawned on me yesterday, I started thinking about how I could take this momentum and self-confidence and use it to accomplish something I've always wanted to do: write a book. Maybe I wont get it published, but I'd still like to write something I feel would be a worthwhile read for someone in my lifetime. Knowing how difficult the recent changes in my life have been, I'm going to start small and put requests in for short story ideas to anyone out there who has a suggestion or two. I'd even be willing to post a few of them here if desired. My only request is that the subject matter be PG-13 or lower (NO EROTICA!) and that none of them be diaper centered (though they might have a cameo or two lol). Any suggestions and feedback would be appreciated!

I really didn't get to know Heidilynn very much more than one post and a pm she sent me. I've looked at those posts several times in the past few days, and while I may have forgotten about the words she shared with me between now and then, I now remember how valuable and insightful I found her advice at the time, and even now. My Catholic side suggests Heidi is in heaven, though my Buddhist side hopes she's now the Bodhisattva of AB/DLs. Either one is perfect for her, and I wont forget the words she shared with me.

Day by Day Armageddon (zombie horror), Lonely Werewolf Girl (Horror/comedy/drama) and if I can find the money, I'm going to grab another copy of the Maximum Ride novels (read them in High School, feel like reading them for nostalgia).

Welcome to the party dude!

It's all just a balancing act. People have needs outside this forum, and those needs trump this social experience. As people are pulled away by the real world, new members join in and start making contributions. It's not that people become disinterested, just distracted. Though I'm sure there are a few members who have lost interest and just decided not to come back.

Welcome to the site, glad to have you!