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  1. I’m annoyed by this. I don’t monetize ABDL stories. Changing the name of my main character also pisses me off. I would like to mass report them, but I guess I would have to sign in to report this. I do diaper stuff in incognito mode. Anyone else see character name changes?
  2. It would show an endless line of random consonants alternated by W's to show the name of each town. Names like Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. I wish she would have kept it as The Weird Scholarship UK Edition, but just removed the direct quotes from my story. When she finishes filing off the serial numbers on her previous chapters, I look forward to seeing what she comes up with.
  3. I’m not really sure what to do about it. I am not making money and have no plans to make money off of diaper stories. They are free for the membership to read. I know some people have stories up on Amazon and others have Patreon, but I don’t; this is just practice for writing more mainstream fiction, but I just want to share my diaper stories with those who like to read them.
  4. Another chapter at just over three years. Yay. I wrote it quite some time ago, but never got around to posting it, but apparently there is a competing story. I guess I should be flattered if someone wants to write fanfic of my story. Apparently not reading messages here for two month was long enough to take my lack of response for permission. Chapter Thirty-Three Church I woke up the next morning with Cassie pressed closely against me. “I love you, Milton,” she said and grabbed my hand and pressed it to her chest. I pulled my hand away. “Wake up, Cassie,” I hissed. “It’s me, Nora.” She opened her eyes and then stared at me. Then she pushed herself away. “Where am I?” she asked. “We are at Kara’s house. It’s time to wake up anyway,” I said. “I’ll let you have a shower first.” She rubbed her eyes. “Sorry, I dreamed that I was in bed with Milton.” She shoved her hand in her diaper and smiled. “At least I am dry.” I stood up and wet my diaper. “Then I’ll take the first shower.” I put on a robe, grabbed my stuff, and headed to the bathroom. After a warm shower, I came back and hunted down a dress. I chose a flowered dress and put that on over panties. “Now, go shower and I’ll pick out an outfit for you.” “I can dress myself, Nora,” she said. She disappeared into the hall. I looked through my bag and pulled out a similar dress to my own. I then played on my phone while I waited for Cassie. She came back and pulled out her black cargo pants with the chains on them and started to pull them on over panties. “It’s Sunday,” I said. “You can’t wear those pants to church.” Cassie looked at me. “What do you mean church?” I pulled out the Stephen’s Family Itinerary and showed her. “We are going to church, then we are going to dinner at the pastor’s house.” Kara opened the door and Cassie grabbed a black t-shirt with a rock band on it over her pants. She gave Cassie a weird look and then looked at me. “You are letting her dress like that at church?” Kara asked me. “And for dinner at the pastor’s house,” said Cassie. I sighed. “We will be discussing wardrobe later.” Kara was still in her pajamas and not making any effort to get ready. “Well I am staying at home and watching cartoons while you guys go to church,” said Kara. “I wonder if Johnny Quest is still on.” She grabbed a DVD box set from a shelf by her bed and held it up. “It is.” I grabbed my backpack, and my extra dress along with the grocery bag containing our dirty diapers and headed out to my car. Cassie followed with her own backpack. “We’ll be back later,” I said. Kara lay down in her bed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “Have fun,” she said ### Once in the car, I confronted Cassie. “You are not wearing that outfit to church.” I pushed the dress toward her. She frowned, but looked at me. “I couldn’t exactly change in front of Kara or she would have known I didn’t have a diaper on.” As I pulled away from Kara’s house, she stripped off her shirt and pulled the dress on over her head. “I am not really a girly girl,” she said and slid her pants down, without unbucking her seatbelt. She folded her pants and shirt and threw them in the back seat. “There is nothing we can do about the combat boots you are wearing,” I said. I wore matching pumps and I thought I looked pretty cute. We pulled into the church parking lot and I found my parent’s car and parked next to them before we went inside. It was about twenty minutes before the service the building was filling up. Everyone else was dressed appropriately, so I was so glad I made Cassie change. She pressed up against me and whispered. “I’ve never been to church. What am I supposed to do?” “Let’s get some coffee and find our seat,” I said. I went over to the refreshment table, grabbed a cup of coffee and put some sugar in it. Cassie made a coffee too and took a sip. “They give our free coffee?” she asked. “Always,” I said. I lead her toward the sanctuary and we collected a bulletin and found a seat near my parents. “Are we allowed to have our drinks in here?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “Just don’t spill it.” I put my coffee cup in the cupholder in front of me. “You got to tell me what to say,” she said. “I don’t know all this stuff. Do I need to know Latin?” “We don’t say anything,” I said. “And no you don’t need to know Latin. We are evangelicals. At the very least, we are asked to greet each other and then sit back down.” “And what do I say then?” “You know how to greet people,” I said. Soon the service started and I whispered to her. “Just stand up when I stand up and sit down when I do.” She looked uncomfortable, but then the service started. After the service was over she walked out toward lobby with me. “I was worried about nothing,” she said. “I guess I just watch too much TV. The preacher didn’t even have that white thing on his collar like on TV.” “Because we aren’t Catholic,” I said. “For some reason TV churches are always Catholic Churches.” “None of my foster parents took me to church so I didn’t know what to expect. Not that I got to stay home and watch cartoons like Kara.” “Kara’s family doesn’t go to church for some reason,” I said. She smiled. “Are we really eating at the preacher’s house?” I nodded. “As soon as everyone is done talking to each other. I think it will be about fifteen or twenty minutes before everyone leaves and we can make it over to the preacher’s house.” “Do you have directions?” she asked. The preacher lived in the parsonage which was next to the church, but I answered her with, “I think I know the way.” Cassie pulled out her phone. “Just give me the address and I’ll enter it in the GPS, just to be sure.” “I don’t know the address,” I answered. “I do know the way though.” “How can you know the way if you don’t know the address?” I pointed to the parsonage. “Because it’s right there. Where was your GPS going to tell us to go?” She shoved her phone in her purse. “Probably, you have arrived.” She gave me a stern look. “You could have told me though.” “Let’s just walk around until it’s time to start?” I suggested. She shrugged and followed me across the street to where there was a public park. We walked around the path for about fifteen minutes chatting. “So are you really going to keep up with this diaper thing when you could easily go back to the school you really wanted?” Well I have to finish the semester at least,” I said. “Besides, I got a roommate who is decent to me, a guy who kind of likes me, and I found out I am terrible at English. I’ll stick to engineering at MIT even if I do have to convince Bets that I need diapers.” “Thanks,” she said. “I’ve been so stressed out since college started.” “I’ve noticed,” I said. “What’s stressing you out so much. You know everything in class and your relationship with that jerk Milton is okay, unless he is making the bedwetting thing an issue again.” She blush. “He’s not. He’s been pretty cool since you had a talk with him.” “He’d better,” I said. “So what’s stressing you out?” “I don’t know. It’s the hiding stuff,” she said. “I have the threat of Bets putting a stop to this gravy train at any time. She only is there every few weeks, but Veronica and Darla would tell on me if they thought I was a faker. I’m not sure what Bella would do. She and Melody do their own things even though they are roommates. And Melody: anytime her website where she sells individual diapers is going to be linked to her and Bets will wonder where she got the money. She was able to use the additional money to buy actual textbooks while we couldn’t.” “We won’t get caught,” I said. “I asked Melody and she goes by an alias. How do you think she got so much done by herself while her mother babied her for eighteen years? If it makes you feel better, you are worrying so much about it, you might actually start to need diapers.” “Not funny.” “Well, anyway, we should get going. It’s going to start soon.” We arrived at dinner just in time.
  5. It seems I wrote a very similar story to this one. I'll have to eventually post the unreleased chapters. I'm a few chapters away from the end, although I paused on writing diaper stories for a while. I'm actual trying to get something legitimate published.
  6. Have you stopped working on this story? I’d love to see a new chapter.
  7. I agree that a story should come to an end when it reaches it’s end; otherwise it just goes on and on and on.
  8. Girls can kiss each other, but it’s not real until they find a boy to kiss instead. I don’t know how I feel about these concepts. As someone who is asexual, I don’t get taken seriously and told that if I got with the right person, I would change my mind. However, I am enjoying this story.
  9. Criticism should be reserved for story structure and writing problems. I don’t see that here, The only problem I have is the chapters are so short, but they are frequent enough to make up for that. If you have a problem with how the plot is going, keep that to yourself until the end of the story because what Sophie did might have worked. We’ll see. Keep up the good work Sophie and Pudding.
  10. If you have time, can you please work on an update?
  11. Mostly I’d give permission for stuff I don’t want to work on anymore. I can always go back to a story after letting years elapse between chapters though, unless I sell the rights to someone who wants to finish it.
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