Cute_Kitten

That story sounds interesting! It's the kind that'd be right up my ally. Again, it's dark, and I don't think it's as messed up as you think it is. Horror, yes- but look at some of the stuff Stephen King writes. or Anne Rice's old vampire books. I've got a book on my shelf that has a scene of the antagonist raping his own (grown) son whilst disemboweling him simply because he "turned traitor". then there's fun books like Silence of the Lambs. And I could go on and on. Don't feel like you're weird for liking dark/ horror things. I know how easy it is to feel that way- and not just with the horror or gore. But there's tons of humans on this earth, and there's plenty out there who like dark/horror/and gore. There's a fandom of gore-porn out there, both in writing and in actual pornos- back in my younger years (gawd I sound old LOL!!!) one of my ex's had a thing for zombie porn, and they weren't pretty zombies either. X.x Normal is boring and over-rated. I'm glad you enjoyed mine and Personalias' story! Since it was on Fox Tales, and the title, I can see where it could easily pass as a furry story. It's one of the stories I've had the funnest time writing.

Growing up back in the late 80s and 90s, my family didn't have any gender-specific punishments. My grandparents, aunts and uncles- if you were a kid and did something wrong, you got punished regardless if you were a boy or a girl. If the offense was bad enough, the wooden spoon came out. Or, in my grandpa and uncles' cases, they took off their belts. This rarely happened- it had to be something extreme for that punishment- but most of the time, if hollering at you didn't work, they just had to reach for their belt for me/ one of my cousins to straighten up lickety-split. Boy or girl, act up and you'd find yourself on the receiving end of wooden spoon or belt. The only thing gender-specific was in those who doled out the punishments- the women tended to go for the wooden spoon, the men for the belt. On the kids' end, the boys got to get away with more than the girls did, especially if it was one of the men who caught them doing wrong. It was the whole "boys will be boys".

This! An all-pink diaper would be awesome, just like the Rearz Purple. I think it would have the potential to generate more sales, especially with Valentine's Day right around the corner.

Thanks for commenting. I'm glad you're enjoying the story enough to re-read it, and that it still contains emotional impact. Body issues are no fun to deal with, but I think that's part of life- learning to deal with what life's dealt us, learning to love our bodies and ourselves.

This was the same company back in 2017 that wanted to trademark the ABDL acronym. I'm guessing no one really thought about it- perhaps it was the simplest/ most cost effective solution to producing a diaper with pink print- just switch out the black ink for pink on the Rearz Rebel diapers. It's not the first time I've seen breast cancer skull merchandise, but the other occasions were a biker group.

Well, apparently there's already a backlash over using skullz.

One woman left. He had met many women and none were interested in him. Wayne sighed. Just one more. Then he could go home and drown his failure in diaper time and an oreo crumb cake. With a dollop of whipped cream on top. The whistle blew and the ladies stood up. The organizer of the speed date had decided to switch things up a bit and have the women instead of the men rotate seats. Chairs scraped on linoleum and heels clicked as the females moved down one table. The toe of a glittery blue stiletto tapped against his meaty calve. Wayne looked down at the pair of sky-high-come-fuck-me shoes then up at smirking, full and sensuous peachy-pink lips. His mouth went dry. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, on the silver screen or off. There was an eerie quality to her beauty, like she was too good to be true, almost otherworldly. "What's a lady like you doing here?" He wanted to slap himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. She laughed and recrossed her long, shapely legs. "That's one of the oldest pickup lines. But I can tell by your tone and face, it’s at least genuine." "I'm sorry. That was rude of me." She waved off his apology, mirth dancing in her eyes and on her lips. Wayne grabbed his gin and tonic and gulped noisily. "Satomi." Her cool, velvet voice cut through his nervousness like the finely honed edge of a samurai sword. He thunked the glass down, ice cubes tinkling and rattling inside it. "Um...uh-" He stuttered, his brain tripping over itself in his haste to think, to process what was going on. "Your name is?" She prompted and arched one slim, perfectly plucked eyebrow. "W-Wayne." He managed to mumble out. This was the most progress he had made with a woman all night, and it was her doing all the work. His blood raced and his mind was numb. He coughed and cleared his throat, giving himself a few precious extra seconds to think. "S-so, Miss Satomi, um...do....do you um...have any h-hobbies?" "Hobbits?" "W-what? Err, no, what I meant was- I mean to say-" He shifted on the hard seat. "I heard you the first time. " She laughed like the tinkling of the ice cubes in his glass. He was not quite sure if she was trying to put him at ease or having sport with him, or some weird mix of both. "Oh." His face flushed hot and red like an angry diaper rash. He slurped his drink, turning even redder when he noticed the noises he was making in his flustered haste. Satomi leaned back in her seat, raising a glass of the bar's most expensive, imported wine to her lips. She took a silent, lady-like sip and studied him with her intense, almond-shaped eyes. He felt like she could see right through him. He lowered his eyes and shifted in his seat some more, afraid to ponder how he was measuring up. She set her glass down. A smudge of peachy-pink lipstick had come off on the glass, revealing a speck of what should be her natural lip. But it was blue. Wayne blinked. She caught his gaze with her own. He immediately turned his head, glancing at the clock on the wall. When he was brave enough to turn back to her, the blue was gone, more lipstick in its place. Maybe he'd imagined it, or maybe he was starting to get drunk. "My nephew loves the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings." Satomi swirled the wine around in her glass. He watched the dark red liquid sparkle in the bar's low lighting, her voice wrapping around him like a lover's caress. "He likes me to read to him after I diaper him for bed." She added, giving him a sly sideways look. Wayne almost choked, his eyes widening as thoughts of Satomi diapering *him* danced through his head. He cleared his throat and tugged on his tie. He wondered how old her nephew was, if he liked books like that yet still needed diapers at night. "I-uh-yeah. G-good books. And movies." He burbled out. "As for my hobbies..." She trailed off casually, pausing a moment and causing him to look up. "I like cocks and shiny things." She said cool and casual. Wayne's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. His face flushed redder than before and more blood rushed south. He shifted some more and tugged on his already loose and askew tie, which suddenly felt too tight, as if he couldn't breathe. Satomi just sat there smirking like a cat with a canary. "And yours are?" "M-my w-what?" "Hobbies." She said dryly. "Ah. um. Yes. I- er- I dabble in cooking, coin collecting, some gardening and-waxing my Corvette." He blurted the last part out when she started to look bored. "The little red one that pulled up earlier? I saw it out the front window." "Y-yeah. That one. It’s mine." He was not sure why a woman like her would deign to talk to him, or what she was doing speed dating. He suspected she was just bored and amusing herself. Or perhaps she was sick of gorgeous, shallow men throwing themselves at her stiletto clad feet. Or maybe she was looking for something different. Or maybe she came just to support a friend. Her grin grew. "Mine's the black Aston Martin. I've got a green Jaguar at home, too." Her smirk reached her eyes, a silent 'my stiletto heels are bigger than your dick'. She crossed her legs again, leaned back in her seat, and took a bigger drag on her wine. She was careful not to smudge her lipstick. "Oh. Um. I see. Nice." He grabbed at his nearly empty glass. It almost fell out of his sweaty palm. He sat it back down and dabbed at his face with a napkin. She crossed an arm across her waist, just under her pert breasts. They practically spilled from the low-cut silk of her top and the movement drew his attention. He swallowed thickly. Most perfect woman indeed. She caught his stare with a knowing, amused glint in her eyes. She was used to being ogled and enjoyed the attention. "See something interesting?" "Um-er-" He squirmed. "Ah. No. Yes- er- your-um-locket. Your locket. It's very, um, nice." She laughed. "You're a bad liar, but I'll let it slide. The admiration strokes my ego." "Which doesn't need stroking at all." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and he realized with horror he had said that thought out loud. He clamped two pudgy hands over his mouth, feeling rude and ashamed. "I-I'm so sorry! That was so rude of me!" He mumbled into his hands but she waved away his apology with a slim, elegantly manicured hand. "It's true. It doesn't." She just smiled, apparently pleased and surprised at his outburst. She lifted the gold, heart shaped locket nestled just above her magnificent breasts. She popped it open, revealing a small picture of a beautiful Japanese teenager who could have been either male or female. Wayne stared in shock, not expecting that. "Your daughter? She's the spitting image of you." "No. My nephew. And he is, isn't he?" There was an odd, heady note of satisfaction in her tone, as if it greatly pleased her that her nephew looked like her and not his mother. "I'm an uncle. Well, in name only. No blood relation, but I am the kid's godfather." Just then, the director blew his whistle, signaling an end to this round of speed dating. Wayne was too intimidated to ask for her number. He was sure she had just been toying with him, yet it felt like they had started to connect. Or maybe he was just reading the atmosphere wrong. "That went by quick. Thank you for your time, Miss Satomi." He smiled nervously. His friend Bernard would think he was lying when he told him about this woman. Satomi dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement, as if she were a noble born lady of yore and it was her due, but she did not return the compliment. "Satomi. Just Satomi. If I wanted you to address me with an honorific, it would be Satomi-sama or Satomi-kami. Kami-sama would be fine, too." She laughed and stood up. Wayne stared at her, dumbfounded. "Um....okay...." She snorted and shot him a derisive glance, then turned to look out the window at the front of the bar, gazing past the other singles bundling up in their winter gear. She did not bother to explain the kami were Japanese gods, and -sama was an honorific showing great respect for a person of higher rank. Satomi-sama would be, in loose translation, equivalent of Mistress Satomi. Satomi-kami would be Goddess Satomi. Kami-sama was a very respectful way of addressing a kami. Wayne thought the night was over and he had struck out, as he had predicted he would, when she suddenly turned back to him, seeming to have come to some conclusion of some sort. "The night is young and it's started snowing. First snowfall of the season. Come. Let's go for some coffee." It was a command, not a request. As if she took it for granted that he would obey. She shrugged on her magnificent fur coat with matching leather, fur trimmed gloves.

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On her way out of the hospital, Aurora stopped at the nursing station to ask about a therapist for Ryo and told them about his breakdown. After this morning’s tear-filled crying jag, he obviously needed psychiatric help. His recovery was taking longer than she expected. He’d suffered a major, traumatic, life-changing injury, so she knew he wasn’t going to magically heal overnight and bounce back. According to the doctors, he should’ve been further along in recovery than he was. The staff reported him as being listless, almost catatonic at times. Lost in his own head. He never asked for a diaper change, wet or messy. They had to check his diapers. She was starting to think the shark had knocked Ryo clear off his rocker. Instead of a husband, she had a deranged loon. She left the hospital and headed over to Kangaroo Jack’s Kafe; a small hole in the wall diner in a nearby shopping center. It was a well known, favorite hangout spot with locals of all ages. Tourists passed it on by in favor of loud, flashy, already-known chain fast food and restaurants. It was relatively close to the beach, too. She and Ryo used to come here practically everyday. Now, the next time Ryo would come here would be in a wheelchair or on crutches. She now had a disabled husband. It was a sobering thought. As Ro stood in line, she looked around the greasy spoon with a new perspective. Tables, chairs, and booths clustered together with narrow aisles between. This was an old joint. Judging by the black and white pictures cluttering the stained, faded wallpaper, it had been here since her grandparents were young. Maybe even longer. A wheelchair sticker on a booth was as handicap friendly as it got. She’d have to park Ryo there then go get his food. Had Ryo thought what his life was going to be like from now on? She doubted it. He barely tolerated looking at his leg. His mind was still on the attack, full of sharks. He was almost in tinfoil hat territory. The doctors assured her he hadn’t suffered any brain damage. Just emotional trauma. Surfing, diving, any activity in the sea risked a shark attack. It was common knowledge. Even the landies knew it. Sometimes the dice of life came up snake eyes. Shit happened. She could be struck by a car, by lightning. Killed by a trigger happy robber with a hankering for burgers. Diagnosed with cancer. Just staying out of the water didn’t mean she’d be safe. Given the number of criminal elements in society, she might even be safer in the water with the sharks than she was on land with the humans. Ro placed her order and handed over her money. She’d been diving for abalone for nearly a decade. She encountered no sharks. She had no doubt they were there in the waters with her. Other divers besides Sheila’s dad had been attacked, some of them fatally. Every time she dived, she risked running into a massive, hungry white pointer. Massive increase in their bank account from the abalone was a certainty. Just a few dives would boost their depleted nest egg. Ryo would not be working any time soon; he had a long road to recovery. No more prize money from surfing competitions. No more modeling contracts. All he had was a part time position at his grandfather’s shop. A dinky paycheck compared to the big ones they were used to. She was the sole breadwinner now. Ryo was relying on her to protect and provide for him. He needed her. Diving lessons to tourists wasn’t a bad gig, but abalones were her golden goose. Giving that up was out of the question. Medical bills piled on top of top of their regular expenses. Insurance helped to a point. Now, more than ever, they could use some big, fat abalone pay checks. She took her food and wound her way through the crowd. People she knew called out to her; she waved back but didn’t pause to chat. She passed by before they could ask after Ryo. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts for pleasantries. She should’ve chosen somewhere else for lunch; a place she wouldn’t be bothered. Like an overpriced tourist trap. She’d come here on autopilot; hadn’t even thought about it. One look at Ro’s tight, stressed smile was all the answer well-wishers needed about Ryo’s condition. They left her alone to settle down in an empty corner table by the window. The first bite of burger woke her stomach up, made her realize just how hungry she was. She hadn’t eaten breakfast. Supper last night had been a half eaten slice of week old pizza scrounged out of the empty fridge. Most of her free time was spent at the hospital. Ryo tried to get her to go home and rest. Their house was so big, quiet and empty without him. Seeing his dirty, crumpled clothes, surfing gear, stacks of his diapers and bags of his pull ups all just waiting for him caused an empty ache inside her. Even worse was laying in their king sized bed all by herself. She missed the smell of his apple shampoo, his soft breathing and the press of his soft, warm body snuggled against her, and the crinkling of his huge night diaper as he shifted in his sleep. She tossed and turned all night. Exhausted, she’d finally fall asleep for a few hours. Then she got up and did it all over again. Her stomach growled. The first taste of food made her ravenous. Greasy, salty heaven. She almost moaned her pleasure. Not even the enticing smells of grilling meat and sizzling fries when she’d first walked in had stirred her hunger. Worry, frustration, and exhaustion suppressed her appetite. She tore into the juicy burger, barely chewing as she shoveled in some fries. “That’s disgusting. Meat is murder, you know.” The very familiar, nasal whine pierced Ro’s brain. Her already stressed nerves snapped. Marvin. She barely tolerated the vegan yuppie at the best of times. Now, he was the target of her ire. Ryo never would’ve broken down in a sobbing, distraught mess if the snotty weasel hadn’t ratted her out. Ro dropped her half eaten burger onto her plate. Her eyes skewered Marvin like daggers. Disapproval scrawled on his thin, mousy features. His lips were as glossy as his carefully trimmed goatee. His brown hair was slicked back in an artfully coiffed man-bun. His clothes were thrift store chic. The condescending sneer fell from his face as she stood up. He tried to take a step back but her hand shot out, fisting in his shirt collar with all the speed of a great white. She yanked him forward over the table. Their noses nearly touched. “Can it, soyfucker. One more word and I’ll cram this burger down your throat. I’m not in the mood. Got it?” Fear replaced judgmental condemnation in his eyes. He tried to pull away, but Ro held firm. A muffled squeak of protest escaped his lips. He cringed in abject horror at the burger juice on her lips. “Ro, so good to see you! Marvin! I told you not to antagonize her!” A deeply masculine voice growled, breaking the tension between them. A big, burly woman hastily approached. Her prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. A gauzy pink peasant skirt swished around her meaty calves. At the sight of Sheila, Ro released Marvin. He stepped back, straightening his clothes and looking sheepish. “Ro, so sorry about that. We were just walking by and I saw you through the window. I just wanted to pop in and say hello. And use the restroom.” Sheila’s tone was light and friendly, trying to smooth over the awkward moment. “It’s cool.” Ro picked up her burger and went back to eating. No hard feelings. Marvin was just an annoying, first rate douche-crate in Ro’s book. She didn’t know what Sheila saw in the pinch-faced rat. He wasn’t the sweet, pretty doll her Ryo was. Marvin was probably the only one who’d date Sheila. Marvin watched Ro chew, his upper lip curling in disgust. “If you don’t challenge someone, they’ll never realize how wrong they are.” Ro started loudly chewing with her mouth open, giving him a clear view of her partially masticated meat. He cringed visibly, stepping back. “I thought you were going to get us some frozen vogurt from the new stand that just opened up? While I talk to Ro?” Sheila stood a while head taller than Marvin. The couple looked like a cross-dressing jock with a tweedy nerd. Ro never would’ve voiced such thoughts out loud. Sheila had been a childhood friend, and Ro knew well how sensitive she was about her body. So Ro never said anything, no matter how ridiculous Sheila looked. “I am, sweetie. I just...wanted to say….hello to Ro.” Marvin muttered, his fire doused under Sheila’s reprimanding stare. “I promised Ryo I’d try to get along better, but she-” He cut himself off, closed his eyes, took a deep, calming breath. He looked right at Sheila, pointedly ignoring Ro as she finished off her burger. “What flavor would you like?” “Chocolate. Thanks, honey.” Sheila’s deep voice was super sweet. Soon as her boyfriend left, she plopped down in the empty chair across from Ro. “Vogurt?” Ro asked around a mouth full of fries. “Fat free, gluten free, dairy free vegan yogurt. It’s also taste-free.” Sheila scrunched her face up in disgust. “Going vegan now?” Ro offered plate. Sheila took two fries, dipping them in the salty grease leftover from Ro’s burger then popping them into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure. “Mmm. So, so good. Oh, how I’ve missed meat. I’m trying, for Marvin. I promised I’d at least try. Some of the vegan dishes are tasty. You’d like them.” Ro arched a skeptical eyebrow as she stuffed more fries in her mouth. Sheila pouted. “Well, okay. Most of it is kinda crappy. At least I’m trying. I like steak too much to give it fully up. But I won’t eat it around him. It’s very important to Marvin.” She bit her lip, suddenly quiet. She watched in silence as Ro finished off her fries and chewed. Then had a long drink of her Pepsi. “So…” Sheila grew uncomfortable while Ro remained at ease. “Um…” She hedged. “I was just wondering...did you two talk? Ryo, I mean? About the boat and...stuff?” She knew what a sensitive topic it was with Ryo and she didn’t want to callously bring it up, but she needed to know. Ro knew exactly what her friend was trying to say. She wiped her fingers and mouth on a napkin. “Yes. I’ll be your diver.” She said matter of factly. Sheila slumped in relief, smiling toothily. Ro bit back a wince upon seeing the pink lipstick smeared on her pearly whites. “Oh, good. I’m so glad. You’re the best diver, Ro. We make one hell of a team. Best sheller and diver ever.” She giggled like a schoolgirl; an odd, jarring sound with her deep voice. “I really didn’t think you’d be able to. I mean, with Ryo and all...He was so upset this morning. I’m glad you talked him into it.” “Yeah. About that. He’s still pretty sensitive. So it’s best if we don’t mention anything about it to him. He understands, but he’s….the doctors said he’s….still very emotionally fragile. He’s gonna be like that for a long time. Loosing his leg and all…” Ro faked a smile and sucked up a huge gulp of soda. A small worm of guilt wriggled in her belly but she ruthlessly squashed it. Ryo didn’t have to know. She wasn’t lying, exactly. It was for his own good. They needed the money. “I understand completely.” Sheila’s square face radiated compassion. She leaned forward and covered one of Ro’s hands with her large one. “You and Ryo were so supportive of me when I transitioned. Now I wanna be there for you guys. I want to split the profits with you.” Ro’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stared, shocked speechless at the offer. Divers made good money; up to a hundred thousand a season. But the real money was for the business owners who owned the boats and sold the abalone; they could make up to a million dollars. They also absorbed most of the operating costs. “I... thank you. But no. I can’t accept. Very generous of you. But. No.” Ro croaked out. “Yes, you can. And you will. I’m so relieved I don’t have to find another diver. Oh, look. There’s Marvin! Gotta go! Tootles!” Sheila jumped up and ran for the door before Ro could protest further. Ro stared at Sheila’s empty seat. Her mind swam with the financial possibilities Sheila’s gift opened up to them. No worries about bills. Savings restored. She could take some time off work to focus on Ryo. Maybe they could even take a vacation once Ryo got back on his feet. Foot. Whatever. A flash of movement caught the corner of her eye. She turned her head. Marvin and Sheila stood outside the restaurant doors, in clear sight of Ro’s view. They ate weird, gritty looking imitation ice cream. Marvin happily dug in, watching Sheila with hopeful, expectant eyes. Sheila took a small bite and shuddered. She grimaced and smiled at Marvin, looking like she was going to be sick. Ro snorted. All that, just to make the dweeb happy? A small voice inside insisted that’s what relationships were all about. Communication. Honesty. Trust. Compromise. Sacrifice. She should’ve talked things out with Ryo instead of going behind his back. Guilt churned the food in her stomach into a leaden ball. He’d never been fully happy about her diving in shark infested waters, but he’d never protested or said anything openly. When there was a shark attack among the surfers, he steered clear of the beach for weeks. He loved it too much to stay away forever. She was the same with diving. Plus all that money. There was no compromise on this issue. All or nothing. Dive and money, or no dive and a bank account shrinking faster than she could refill it. Ryo wasn’t thinking clearly or rationally. It was all up to her. Sheila and Marvin left. Ro stood up and headed home. She thought of her pretty boy lying so pale and frail in the hospital bed. He was so beautiful it made her heart ache. So pretty he could pass for a girl. With his looks, he was the one who should’ve been trans. Not big, manly Sheila. Ryo’s long, inky lashes added to his femininity. Especially when his eyes were full of tears, pleading and begging her not to risk her life. He was so vulnerable; he needed her now more than ever. She was his rock. If he ever found out she lied to him, it would break his heart. Shatter his trust. She was near tears when she pulled into her driveway. She harshly reminded herself Ryo would never know. This was for the best. She wasn’t lying, not really. It’s not like she was having an affair. They just disagreed on an income-earning opportunity. Differing opinions on the risk versus the reward. She had to be strong and make a hard decision for both of them. Ryo was too unstable to think logically or clearly. To look at the facts and weigh the odds. He needed her. She wiped her tears, determined to get on with the rest of her day.

"Oh, hey, we're almost to Auntie's." Daniel called over his shoulder, his focus back on the road. He turned left off the main road. At his announcement, Kaoru's stomach flip-flopped with nervous excitement. Hester was an old, old friend of Danny's, and Kaoru would be meting her face to face for the first time. She picked up her pacifier, which was attached to her bib with a pink ribbon and a clip, and popped the nipple into her mouth and sucked anxiously. She stared out the window, squirming a little and her diaper crinkling audibly. The back of her diaper was warm and wet. She did not know about her front but assumed it was wet as well. It had been a while since her last change, but she had not leaked yet. The nerves of her privates were shot, dead and gone. That area had been numb ever since she'd woken up in the hospital all those years ago after her mother's boyfriend attacked her. That was the reason she needed diapers now, even when she was a big girl and not playing baby. Diapers were just a part of her life. Kaoru hoped Auntie Hester liked her. They had spoken a few times on the phone. Most recently had been a month ago, when Kaoru had been in the hospital yet again. This time had been for yet another surgery. Kaoru had spent much of her childhood in the hospital for various medical complications and surgeries. Auntie's voice on the phone had been the silken purr of a phone sex operator and not the old, cackling lady Danny had made Hester out to be. Auntie was the one who had sent Kaoru the potion. She had offered to brew it up and Kaoru happily accepted. Auntie had also gifted them with some adult-sized baby paraphanelia, aside from the beautiful wooden crib, changing table, and highchair Danny had made by hand for her. Danny trusted Hester. He admitted to Kaoru that they were old friends and, once upon a time, long before Danny met Kaoru, he and Hester had been a couple. Now, Hester was more like a sister. Daniel did not trust easily and rarely did he trust completely, so for him to be so close and trusting with Hester made Kaoru trust her, too. But what if, when they met, Auntie didn't like Kaoru? Kaoru sucked harder on her pacifier and hugged Miss Mopsy tight. She was too used to rejection not to be nervous. Both sets of her grandparents- her maternal and paternal grandparents from two different countries and cultures- had not liked Kaoru. So why would this woman she'd never met like her? But then, this woman was like a sister to Danny, and she'd been so nice on the phone, so maybe she would like her? Kaoru sucked so hard on her paci that some drool ran down her chin and onto her bib. Danny turned the flashy black Mustang right, down a side-street. The sidewalks of the neighborhood were lined with large trees in all their gold, orange and red glory. Most of the lawns were neatly trimmed and the well-kept houses brimming with Halloween trimming and decorations such as pumpkins, scare crows, witches, ghosts, skeletons, vampires, bats and zombies. The displays varied from kindergarten cutsy-wootsy with scarecrows, haybales, smiling pumpkins and grinning ghosts while others had snarling hags and bloody zombies crawling out of the ground. Danny braked and the car slowed as they approached a stop sign. At the last house on the block, a Halloween banner hung on the porch. It depicted a snarly werewolf howling at the full moon with saliva dripping down its very pointy teeth. Danny snorted in disgust while waiting for a truck at the opposing stop sign to go. "Oh please. Typical Hollywood bullshit. We don't drool like that, unless its a particularly tasty meal." Kaoru giggled as Danny goosed the gas and turned left. A few streets and turns more and they approached the last house at the end of a dead-end street. The house was set back from the road and partially obscured by shrubs and trees. Hay bales, smiling pumpkins and friendly scare crows dotted the yard, while grinning ghosties and bats hung from tree limbs and bushes. The rails of the front porch were tied with dried corn stalks and more pumpkins. Danny turned right into the driveway, driving under a gaggle of ghosts and tree branches. The garage door automatically opened as they approached and he pulled right in. The door lowered behind them. Kaoru blinked at the change from natural light to artificial. Danny turned the car off and got out. He stretched to get the kinds out of his muscles. What muscles they were. He was ripped like an ancient Grecian god. Kaoru watched the glide of sinew and bone beneath Danny's smooth skin. Once upon a time, he could have been a Viking warlord, all conquering and all powerful. Danny tended to wear as little as possible, despite the weather. In the chilly and damp fall temperature, he was shirtless and clad in only worn-in construction boots with torn, loose jeans that hung teasing low on his hips. The low rise of his jeans revealed he had gone commando in his underwear (or lack thereof) choice. "Daniel. It's been a while. " Danny moved, leaning in to give someone a hug, and Kaoru got her first glimpse of Danny's sister. Auntie Hester was neither as sexy or as sultry as her voice suggested, nor an ugly, wrinkled old crone. Hester had the fine bone frame of a couture model coupled with the plump homeliness of a housewife. Her dark auburn hair was sleek, shiny, and pulled up in a sloppy bun that contrasted with the long, black lace silk nightgown she wore. She was tall enough to just tilt her head back to look huge, broad-shouldered Danny in the eye whereas tiny Karou was not even eye level with his nipples. Hester did not even have to get up on her tip toes to reach around his shoulders and hug him back. Kaoru's heart plummeted and she sucked nervously on her pacifier. The two complimented each other; she could see why they had been lovers in the past. "Been about 200 years." Hester's sultry voice husked. "Glad to see your taste in clothes improved." Danny joked. "I can't help what females wore back then. Or have you forgotten? Jack ass. " She slapped his arm then pushed his imposing figure aside. "Now, let me meet that sweet baby you keep going on about!" Danny moved back and blocked her, also blocking Kaoru's view of her. "Chill." He turned and opened Kaoru's door, leaning in. He saw the nervous look on her face. "Aww. Pumpkin, don't be scared. Its alright." He said in a gentle tone and kissed her forehead. He had gotten out and greeted Hester first to give Kaoru a little time to collect herself, but he could see how shy she still was. He took a pink baby blanket and draped it over Karou's infant seat, hiding her. He unclipped the carseat from the base, raised the handle of the infant carseat, and lifted the large carrier and Karou out of the car with one hand as if they weighed nothing at all. He kicked the door of his flashy sports car shut callously. Karou could not see through the blanket covering her like a tent. When she felt Danny lift it up, her stomach flip flopped. It was almost like being on an amusement park ride. Danny presented the carrier to Hester, setting it down on the garage floor. "This is my baby. My little Karou." Karou heard his voice full of pride. Hester gently pulled the blanket down, revealing Karou's face. she smiled, brown eyes lighting up. "Aren't you adorable! You look just like a baby doll! Such pretty green eyes! I certainly see why that mangy mutt fell in love with you." Karou's cheeks bloomed bright pink and she shyly looked down at her bunny, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then smiled behind her paci and looked back up at her. "H-hi, A-auntie." She whispered. Hester's smile grew and she fingered a long of Karou's dyed honey brown hair, which was curled and in pigtails. "Hello there, tiny one. And hello to Miss Mopsy too." Hester shook the stuffed bunny's paw. Karou's smile grew, reassured Auntie really did like her afterall. Karou touched Miss Mopsy's pink stitched nose to Auntie's lips, smacking her own behind her pacifier in a kissy noise. A little more drool ran down onto her bib. Hester laughed. "Yes, I like you too." She told the bunny and wiped Karou's chin with the bib corner. Kaoru squirmed, her diaper crinkling. "Little one, you must be ready to get out of that thing by now. Come to Auntie?" Hester held out her arms in offer to pick Karou up. Karou looked up at Daniel over Hester's shoulder. He flashed a reassuring grin, so Karou looked up at Hester with almond shaped, trusting green eyes and nodded. Hester unsnapped the harness restraint, then just as easily as Danny did, she lifted Karou up and stood up, setting the girl on her hip as if she were a real toddler. She had one arm supporting Karou's diapered rump, easily holding her. Kaoru held Miss Mopsy wiht one hand and had her other arm around Auntie's neck. She squirmed a little, stretching and enjoying being out of her baby seat. Danny stepped closer to them and stole a kiss on Karou's cheek. "I knew my two favorite girls would hit it off." He put a brotherly arm around Hester's waist. "While you two get more aquainted, I'll go get our bags." "No need." Hester smiled and gestured with her free arm. Kaoru and Danny turned their heads to look as the trunk of the Mustang slammed shut. A skeleton in a musty bowtie and moth eaten tophat carried the last of their luggage. While they had been talking, it had been carrying their things inside. Hester cleared her throat. The skeleton dropped their bags, swept its had off its head, gave an elaborate bow, then picked the bags up and carried on. "Well, what do you think? I call it Bones." Hester's voice held more than a dollop of pride. Danny wolf-whistled. "Nice. You've really improved that corpse animation spell of yours. I couldn't even hear this one rattle. What do the other witches think?" Kaoru gazed wide-eyed in shock, her mind trying to process what she'd just seen. Hester waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I care as much for the covens as you do for the packs. That hasn't changed for either of us." Her tone had a derisive edge. "Those fearful fools couldn't even make a dead toad dance, let alone create a masterpiece like Bones here. Every piece assembled by hand and enchanged to move in perfect, silent synchronization." Her eyes gleamed with the manic fever of an inspired inventor who was not afraid to push boundaries or break the laws of her own kind. Kaoru sucked on her pacifier swiftly and trembled slightly. Danny had told her that Hester's house most likely would contain strange and scary things. After being with Danny, Kaoru was used to strange and supernatural. She knew that many things people did not believe in were out there. Just because most people did not believe in something did not mean it did not exist. Danny was living proof that dangerous things lurked in the dark corners of the world, living in shadows and keeping their secrets to themselves. But she loved and trusted Danny, who was always so very gentle with her. That bled over into her trusting of Auntie. With this creation of Auntie's, all of Kaoru's instincts urged her to flee. Her thin body was stiff. "Modesty is a virtue you sorely lack." Danny rolled his eyes. "And you're scaring my baby." He took Karou into his own arms and settled her on his hip. Karou closed her eyes in relief and buried her face in Danny's muscular neck with her bunny squished between them. Danny rubbed her back and patted her padded bottom. "Pumpkin, its alright. That thing isn't alive." He kissed her temple, by one of her curly pigtails. "Bones. Not 'that thing.'" Hester watched Karou in confusion, as if wondering how someone so close to Daniel could possibly be frightened of a mere moving skeleton. "You didn't tell her?" "Its been a few centuries since I've seen you, and you didn't tell me you're still making those damn things." "Just the one, and I never said I didn't, either. Anyway." She saw Kaoru's tiny form shaking. Kaoru looked so fragile and vulnerable. She softened her voice and spoke to Kaoru. "Bones isn't alive. Its just a pile of bones I enchanted. Like a broom that sweeps by itself. And no people were harmed during its construction." She added brightly, as if that negated the fact that she had dabbled in necromancy. "Scawy." Kaoru mumbled into Danny's neck. "Bones is not going to hurt you. All it does is clean and follow orders. Like a robot." A robot made of body parts, Karou thought with a shudder. "Pumpkin, I'd never let anything hurt you." Kaoru snuggled closer to Danny, taking comfort in the solid strength and warmth of his big body and strong yet gentle embrace. Hester stroked Kaoru's back. "Hm. Maybe its the tophat?" she said, more to herself. "Uh oh, looks like someone sprang a leak." She said louder and poked at Karou's thickly padded rump. "Hm?" Danny looked down to see two tell-tale wet crescent moons on either side of Kaoru's diaper bulge, where the saturated padding had leaked at the leg holes. Kaoru looked down as well, pretty doll-face going red. "Sowwy." Playing baby was one thing, but she should have been paying attention to her diapee and asked to be changed. "Kaoru. Pumpkin. It's not your fault. " Danny interupted her train of thought. His voice was serious. "I'm the one whose sorry. I promised you I'd take care of you. I took responsibility for your diapers, whether you're a big girl or a baby girl. I should've checked you sooner, or changed you. I thought your diaper could hold a little more." Kaoru still felt like it was her fault, like she was a bad girl for having a leaky diaper. It was how she'd been treated growing up. Only Danny had ever reassured her that she was a good girl for accepting her diapers, and that accidents were okay. After the trauma and abuse she had barely survived, her nerves down there were dead so she literally had to check her diaper with her hands and eyes. Though, Danny was the one who did that for her. He checked and changed her. That brought them even closer together. Kaoru shook her head, denying Danny's apology, then pressed her paciifer to his cheek in a kiss. "Wub yew." She lisped beind the rubber nipple in her mouth. "Love you too, Pumpkin." Danny kissed her forehead. "Now, lets get my baby girl into a nice dry diapee." He thumped her heavily padded bottom, making the wet spots grow. Karou giggled and kicked her legs. Her feet and ankles flopped around, as if she had little to no control over them. And she didn't. Karou had been born with a birth defect that had not become apparent until she was learning to stand and walk. She had little control voer hte muscles in her ankles and feet. She could wiggle her big toes and push down slightly with her feet. Other than that, she could not move them. She needed special braces to help her walk. They were called Ankle Foot Orthosis, or AFO braces. They were plastic, L shaped braces going from her mid-calf to toes and held on by velcro straps. Karou liked her braces because they gave her the ability to walk. Without them, she needed a wheelchair. In baby mode, Danny would put her in a stroller or carry her. The plastic of her braces were a pale purple color with a darker purle and pink butterflies, and the velcro straps were dark purple. "Hey, Hester, grab Kaoru's stuff from the backseat." Danny paused then tacked on as an afterthought, "Please." "Sure." Hester watched the two of them, amused at the changes she had seen in Daniel. This fragile, beautiful baby girl with all her medical issues and diapers had tamed a feral beast feared even by the other feral, supernatural beasts. That fact simply fascinated her and she was glad she had invited them to visit her for Halloween.

"Good cake, isn't it, dearie?" Aunt Marge chuckled from the other end of the kitchen table. Gabby nodded, mouth full of cake. She blushed at being caught moaning. She wished she could be like Aunt Marge, who did not care what she looked like. Aunt Marge was comfortable in her stretchmark covered skin and brushed off other people's comments with unflappable self confidence. Uncle Louie took Aunt Marge line dancing every Thursday night. Large Marge in a bright, tropical print dress, pearls, heavy make up and bouffant hair. She was just as self-assured as the twiggy girls. Gabby took a long drink of milk followed by another bite of cake. Maybe how awkward and clumsy she always felt- uncomfortable in her own skin, hating her body- had more to do with how she thought about herself and less about her extra pounds? Aunt Marge was happily married for three decades despite being large. Maybe Gabby just needed to find the right man. One who wouldn't mind she was fat and needed diapers. She took another bite, lost in her own thoughts. Maybe Aunt Marge was just lucky and Gabby was asking for too much. Aunt Marge watched Gabby over the rim of her coffee cup. "I wish Angel was more like you, Gabby. She should learn to enjoy her food. You only live once, and food is part of life." She looked over at Gramps, who nodded as he noisily slurped his own coffee. Gabby took another bite of cake to suppress her snort. Blonde, blue-eyed, model thin Angel should be more like her? Ridiculous. Ludicrous. Hilarious. She frowned at the sour thoughts as she lolled cake and icing around in her mouth. The sugary sweetness melted the rising tension in her body, helping her emotions and look at things more objectively. If anything, Gabby should be more like Angel. Strict with food. Vigorous with exercise. Eat vegetarian. Vegan? She didn't know what the difference was. Gluten free? Paleo diet? Angel was always throwing those terms around. They all sounded so trendy and not-appetizing. Whatever the current diet fad du-jour was, pretty, skinny Angel would never eat horribly unhealthy cake. Her friend Kaoru would. Gabby sighed, missing her friend who lived so far from her. Kaoru was so pretty and so tiny she was frail. Like a dainty porcelain doll. Gabby would give anything to look like that, even if it meant having Kaoru's disabilities. Like the gastroparesis that prevented Kaoru from digesting food like a normal, healthy person. She had a gastrostomy tube; a surgically created hole in her stomach so she could be hooked up to a tube and feeding pump. Gabby should have been horrified at the thought, but she was so desperate to get rid of her blubber she'd let doctors cut a hole in her own stomach and have soupy goop pumped into her via medical tubing if it meant becoming skinny. She chewed her last bite, barely tasting the rich chocolate she so loved. She pictured Angel and Kaoru- their flat stomachs. Kaoru was even tinier than slender Angel. Kaoru's stomach curved in and her bones pressed against her skin. So pretty. If Gabby looked like that, then boys would look at her. Like they looked at Angel. If Gabby was that small, she could get smaller diapers. Maybe ones with cute prints instead of the ugly, plain white she wore now. Even her diapers would be pretty and cute if she was tiny. Then, her body would feel like her own. Skinny; that was how her body should look. She absentmindedly licked the chocolate crumbs and sticky icing off her fork as she pictured herself skinny. Sexy clothes that showed off her curves, like Angel wore. Something not from the plus-size department. Some of the fashionable, trendy stores Angel loved, like Abercrombie and Fitch, did not want fat cows like Gabby in their clothes, devaluing their label. Gabby had read an interview of some asshole CEO of a fashion label slamming and body-shaming plus sized girls in one of Angel's fashion magazines. When Gabby was skinny, she could shop at those fashionable stores. Good bye Deb and Lane Bryant. Hello Hollister. She'd go to Abercrombie, try on a bunch of their over priced clothes then dump them on the snooty sales clerk with a "nope, changed my mind" and waltz out with her small ass sashaying. She almost giggled at the thought, her insides feeling fuzzy and giddy. Total bitch move. But she'd be skinny and pretty- she could be a bitch and get away with it. Angel treated boys lower than dog poop, yet they still threw themselves at her feet because she was hot, a total 10 on the rating scale. Flabby Gabby was a 2 or 3, noticeable only when she made them gag. Angel was everything Gabby was not. Only plastic surgery could fix Gabby's facial flaws, but Gabby could at least make herself skinny. Which was not going to happen if she continued to eat like a pig. Oink oink baby. Gabby stared down at the chocolate smeared porcelain plate. What had she done? She was so, so stupid for eating all that calorie laden, fattening cake. She had no self control. Already she could feel the added calories, feel her body expanding with all that added fat. If she kept this up, soon she'd be on TLC's My 600 lb. Life in bariatric diapers. Flabby Gabby! The old taunts from school rang through her head like requiem bells. Her dreams of being skinny died before she could even start an effective diet. Warm wetness suddenly surrounded her crotch as her bladder unexpectedly let loose. She felt the padding of her diaper swell as it absorbed her urine. She couldn't control her bladder, let alone her horrible eating habits. Fat cow with no self control.

I closed my eyes and felt her gentle hands caress me, immediately sending me back into the fantasy I'd concocted while waiting in the long line for this. Deprived of my sight, my other senses kicked in, and goose pimples rose on my skin as the wind kicked up a bit. But I wasn't cold. Not really. The part of me in a diaper was quite warm, actually. Nice and warm. The diaper had begun to swell, now that it had absorbed what I had put into it. It swelled inward as well as outward, so that the warm, soggy, body temperature cloth lining the soft plastic shell reached inward for my loins as well as outward from them. The slow steady trotting of the tired horse, me it's heaviest load of the day most likely, jostled me up and down, and my penis started accidentally rubbing up against the moist padding. I had always expected a wet diaper to be, well…wetter; all drippy like a towel dunked in a pool, but really, it was subtler than that. It was more subdued. If you ignored that I was basically stewing in my own pee-pee, it felt kind of nice. It was squishy, and kind of pulpy actually. A little puffy too. Like a warm, wet, hug to my junk in the best way possible. It was a little like…well like sex, really. Oh God, I realized. I think I'd accidentally turned myself on a little bit. The diaper had stopped swelling, but something inside the diaper swelled up, to my giddy surprise. My member throbbed with pleasure with each hoofbeat causing me to rub up against the perfect storm of heat and moisture going on inside my clothes. Maybe this is why baby boys were so hard to potty train. If I was hardwired for sex, and a wet diaper felt like sex, then it'd be easy to get hard wired into diapers…hypothetically I mean. "Hey Skye," I grinned down at her. "I think the Baby Formula is really starting to kick in," I winked. Without wasting a moment, Skye grabbed the front of the wet diaper, giving my dick a firm squeeze through all of the wet padding and plastic. "Yeah it is," she winked back, seeming pleased with herself. Finally we were on the same page. "How long do you think it'll last?" I asked her. It'd do no good if I lost wood before we could make something of it. "Oh," she gave my crotch another playful squeeze in front of everyone, "I think it'll hold for at least a little while longer," she giggled like she was in on some joke that I wasn't privy too. I hoped this stuff gave me more stamina too. With how Skye was looking at me just then, I knew I'd need it. "Whooooooah!" Tex called out to the ponies much too soon. The horses, from training and habit, almost stopped immediately. "That's it, folks. Unbuckle yer youngin's and dismount. "You heard the man, baby," Skye reached in and undid the latches on the special buckle. I moved my foot to get out of the stirrups. I struggled and wriggled, but it just wouldn't come loose. "Hold on, honey," Skye ducked around the the front end of the horse. "Just hold still a second, Gavin," she calmly told me while she jostled my foot out of its prison. "Gotcha!" My foot came loose and I swung my leg back over. "Gavin?!" Skye cried out. "No! Wait!" But it was too late. I didn't know why, but somehow I lost my equilibrium on the slow, living merry go round. "Whooooah!" My arms flailed as I started twisting and falling off the horse, writhing in the air towards the dusty ground. My fall was stopped prematurely as a withered, calloused hand rested against my back, propping me back up. "Hold still," the old, deep voice commanded. Tex's arm was around my waist, his free hand easily yanking my other foot out of the stirrup. "You lose somethin', Ma'am?" he said, as he gently put me back on my feet. "Gavi!" Skye squeed, and started hugging me and looking me over from head to foot as if I had just fallen from a burning building, instead of a midget horse. "Don't ever do that to me again, okay?" "Okay," I shrugged. "No," Skye grabbed my chin in her hand, forcing me to look her in her crystal blue eyes, now flashing deadly serious. "Don't do that to me again. Promise me you'll wait for me to help next time." Next time? When would the next time be? It's not like we were going to be doing this kind of thing often. "I-I-I-I…" I stuttered, just flabbergasted. "I promise." Skye hugged me so hard she pinned both of my arms to the side. Was she? Was she crying a little bit? I just stood there, and let her have her moment, my erection quickly fading as the strangeness of my girlfriend once again reared it's teal and pink head. "Alright," she breathed a sigh, "let's get going." Skye took my hand and started leading us out of the fenced in ring. Something else I noticed as we began to walk out of the corral, now that the diaper had absorbed and swollen up, it had definite weight. It felt like I had a little water balloon strapped into my crotch, pulling my pants down a bit. The crotch sagged a little bit, and the front of the diaper swung back and forth, brushing against the inside of my thighs as I walked. I widened my gait a little to compensate, giving me a definitely waddle. "One pony ride, and you're already walking like a real cowboy, aren't you Gavi-poo?" Skye remarked as I walked bowlegged out of the pony corral. "Yeah," I nervously laughed as we strolled back into the zoo proper. "Hey, wait up!" The black woman who was behind us in line called out to us. Skye and I stopped and turned her heads to watch her and little Kevin speed walk to us. "So, what did you two think?" she asked us, a little breathless. She seemed genuinely excited, like we had all just ridden a roller instead of horses that were too short for any other use besides zoos and birthday parties. "Kevin loved it, didn't you baby?" Kevin, his spare fingers back in his mouth, nodded and giggled playfully. "Oh it was lots of fun, wasn't it Gavi?" Skye looked and me and then motioned towards our new acquaintances, specifically little Kevin, with her eyes. "Oh…oh yeah!" I said with lots of fake enthusiasm. "It was loads of fun! Wouldn't have missed it for the world!" "Or the potty!" Skye added, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Oh God! She knew! Everybody but me laughed at that one, even the baby. I felt very small right then. I thought I had been so smooth and gotten away with something. Apparently I was the only one who believed I could hide a wet diaper. As the laughter died down, little Kevin bent his knees. He stuck his rump out a little bit and looked off into the middle distance, concentrating on something we couldn't see. "Is he?" I asked, pointing at the child. "I think so," Skye nodded. Kevin's gaze relaxed and dumb, dopey smile game to his face. His mother patted the back of his diaper and pulled back the waistband to take a look. "Yup." she smiled. "Well, I don't know about you two, but Kevin and I here are gonna go get a diaper change. Isn't that right, Little bit?' The little toddler nodded his head proudly. Only a mother could smile at the thought of wiping ass, and only a toddler could be proud about dropping a load into his pants. "You two wanna come?" My eyes widened. Was she serious?! What kind of freak invited two people to come along and watch her change her baby?! This lady was toxic! I looked at Skye, hoping to instantly develop telepathy. 'Please Skye,' I begged with my thoughts, 'I know you do some crazy things, but please not this. Please not this.' Skye looked into my eyes, then down at my crotch, then back up to my eyes. "No, I think we're good for now," she finally said to the mother and son from crazy town. "See you later?" "You know it," Kevin's mother said, picking her son up and resting him on her hip. "Maybe we can set up a playdate later or something." "That'd be cool," Skye agreed. "Later!" she waved, and we parted ways. "That was a little…intense." I muttered carefully to Skye in case they were still in earshot. "Hey Gavin," Skye ignored my comment. "How's your diapee?" "Oh, it's…" I paused. "It's fine. Why?" I spit out a little defensively. "I just know that it's a little hot out today," she said, walking forward, but still keeping her attention on me by her side, "and those things have a lot of padding. I'm betting you're sweating a lot down there." "Uh…yeah." I took the bait. "So, if your wet, or something…because of sweat…or another accident, or whatever," she intoned. "We could always duck into a bathroom and I could change you. Put you in a fresh diapee." I didn't want a fresh diaper. I wanted to have never had an accident in the first place. "No," I lied. "I'm good. Thanks for asking though." "Okay, Gavi-poo," Skye pressed, not sounding convinced in the slightest. "But if you need a diapee change, just let me know, okay? I'd be happy to help you. Strip you down. Wipe you." She reached a hand near my crotch to brush the diaper's front again. Stubbornly, I slapped her hand away. Skye stopped walking with me. She looked shocked, like I had slapped her in the face instead of her hand; like she had been trying to innocently kiss me instead of grope me in public. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Then opened it again. Then closed it again. Till finally her eyes sparkled with an idea. "Okay," she said. "How about lunch?" Quote Flag Like

Healthy is subjective to an extent. If it's taking over someone's life, become their obsession to the detriment of other areas of their life- career, relationships with family, friends, coworkers, etc then yes, I would say it's become detrimental. But that's with anything.

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.

Back to school go I in 2019. Part time student, working full time. Not excited for it, but it's a career change that'll get me at least $10K more a year, and with my crummy salary, I could use that. Also got plenty of outdoor plans for spring and summer working with a 1000 pound animal with an attitude problem. But before that, I need to get in shape a little more so I can keep up with said critter. Got some new stories to edit, and will eventually get some stuff up on Amazon/Kindle, but I've got more prep work to do first.

She is, but that's part of the fun. Plus, she tricked Chloe into writing a paper for her. Sneaky bigs are fun bigs! But pumpkin squashing is fun, too. And messy!

I had the same thought! They'll find out the hard, leaky way those Depends are not so dependable!

I'm not sure how I missed this one, but I enjoyed it. This piece kind of had a Twilight Zone feel to it, but that just added to the fun. It was amusing and IMO just a tad dark or "gory". Then again, things like that are subjective and vary person to person, and I consider the short story "His Mouth Will Taste of Wormwood" by Poppy Z Brite to be a light hearted read.

That sums up the article perfectly. And is putting it politely. The author of that article is balls deep in crazy.

Well, I read the article. I really don't know what to say, aside from wtf. ?

Medium here, though I tend to buy a large because I like my diapers on the big side.

Dr. Pepper! ? I voted Pepsi. I'm not a fan of plain Coke. Unless it's Coke and rum. Yum! I'll drink either Pepsi or Coke with cherry grenadine syrup mixed in, topped off with a maraschino cherry or two. In an effort to be healthier and watch my weight, I don't drink pop a lot. The only time I have it is on the rare occasions I eat out, so I view it more as a treat.

Merry Christmas all! I hope everyone's Christmas is going well.

Repost. One of my older stories. I wrote this before I wrote Bad Seed. It was originally posted back in 2013. ? Yikes. Where does the time go? Well, hopefully in all the time that's passed, my writing has improved. TRICKY TREATS by Cute Kitten Kaoru squirmed in her carseat, stretching her cramped muscles with what little wiggle room the dip of the seat and the harness restraint allowed. She pressed against the thick pink cushions of the over sized infant carrier, her diaper crinkling. As much as she loved her carseat, she'd been in it for hours. Her mate, Danny, had decided to drive straight through, stopping only for gas, to feed or change her, or for the occasional piss at the side of the road. She had slept most of the way up north through the night. Mate was a funny word, but given what Danny was, it was suitable. It was the correct term, according to him. Kaoru just called him her boyfriend, but their relationship was deeper than that, more like soul mates from a fairly tale. The term married couple could have applied to them, but that didn't really fit right, either. Mate sounded just as funny to her as boyfriend or husband did to Daniel. Mate was a strange word, but then Danny's true nature aside, they were a strange couple, she supposed. She enjoyed playing baby. It helped her cope with her past and her insecurities. As for Daniel, well, he was not human at all. An oversized infant carrier was just as strange and unbelievable as Danny's true nature was. It had been a gift sent from Auntie Hester, who over the phone had told them in jest that making a car seat that size was as easy as bippity boppity boo. Karou settled back down, staring out the window at the crisp colors of autumn leaves in the early morning sun. Her gaze shifted from the trees to her reflection. Staring back at her was what looked to be a petite preteen girl, half white and half Japanese, or Halfu as she'd been called back in her home country- half Japanese and half gaijin, dressed in a pink, oversized infant sleeper with attached mittens and booties and evident bulge of a ridiculously thick diaper. The sleeper had Disney Princess print. The pink and purple pacifier she sucked on and the Cinderella bib around her neck completed the ensemble. She scrunched her pert little nose up at her reflection. She didn't like how her eyes looked without her usual gyaru style makeup that made her eyes look poppingly big, almost like a Shojo anime character or a doll. Danny assured her she looked beyond adorable either way. The no makeup rule when playing baby was the only part of it she didn't like. Without makeup, she looked even younger than the preteen or young teen she was usually mistaken for. Over here in America, people always thought she was around fourteen or fifteen with makeup and ten or twelve without it. Her actual age was eighteen. She wondered if she ever got the chance to go back to her home country what age people would assume she was. Her actual gender was more tricky. She had been born a male, and had physically been a male for few years of her life. As a toddler, she had been drawn to girly things and had always felt like a girl inside, even when her mom and maternal grandparents insisted she was a boy. That came to a head when her mother's yakuza thug of a boyfriend, after a drinking binge one day, snatched Kaoru by her hair, sliced her dress off with a knife, slicing into her skin in the process, then began to butcher- The memory suddenly vanished, blanking from her mind as if sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. Kaoru gasped, almond eyes wide and pacifier tumbling from her lips. Her pulse sped and she grabbed onto Miss Mopsy, hugging her beloved plush bunny tight. "Pumpkin, you okay?" Kaoru looked up into a pair of concerned blue eyes visible in the rearview mirror as Danny checked on her from the driver's seat. She forced a weak smile that he didn't buy. "J-just a-a bad memory but it....feels more like a bad day dream. It disappeared in the middle-" She trailed off into a low mumble but he could still hear her heavily accented English. Her face showed her confusion. That memory was real, had happened, but it was already gone from her mind, wiped away like the early morning mists. Remnants lingered like ghosts, but even they were fading. Danny's eyes softened with a touch of sadness, sorry that his baby girl's past still hurt her. "Auntie Hester said the effects of the potion she sent will increase with each dose. It will take some time, but soon you'll forget those memories forever." Hester was a very good friend of Daniel's; they considered each other siblings even though they were not related by blood at all. Or marriage. Neither was Hester Kaoru's aunt or any relation at all, but she insisted Kaoru call her Auntie, and Karou seemed to enjoy it as well. Kaoru's smile grew slightly more steady. There were things in her past she did not want to remember. Therapy and medication hadn't helped her cope much, and the scars on her body were reminder enough. Danny's sister had sent Kaoru a special potion she'd brewed, and dose by dose it was gradually erasing the painful things Kaoru dearly wished to forget, misting over the scars of her heart and mind.

Repost. THE MAN IN THE GRAY SUIT by Cute Kitten “Ro? You promise?" The hospital pillow was flat and lumpy, almost as uncomfortable as the mattress. Ryo missed his own bed that cradled and supported him just right. He also missed the familiar, soothing surroundings of his home. Most of all, he missed Ro. Her smile. Her carefree laughter. Her sarcasm. He hadn’t seen her smile since the accident. He never realized how much he depended on her until his world was turned upside down. She was his rock; his strength. She had always been, ever since they were best friends as children. Being with her always felt so natural; like their destiny was with each other. Their love written in the stars. Romeo and Juliet without all the drama and death. Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Mark Antony and Cleopatra. Tristan and Isolde. Ryo and Ro. They were an odd couple despite how easy and natural being with each other was. Ryo was the pretty one. The effeminate one of the couple. He’d worn the white dress when they got married on a beach at sunset, the warm waves lapping at their ankles. He was clearly male but mixed with a haunting feminine beauty that made him a favorite of the modeling agency and its clients. Part of that beauty came from his Japanese heritage. Ro was his opposite. She was no beauty queen, but she cleaned up nice when she bothered to care about her appearance. As long as he’d known her, she’d been a total tomboy who hated dresses as much as she loved the ocean. Night and day; so different but they completed each other. Even paradise had its problems; disagreements and differences of opinions. Each had different priorities. Hers was money. His was her life. Ro didn’t answer. Her head was bent over his hairless, freshly diapered crotch. She was taking much too long with this diaper change, dragging it out and avoiding eye contact. Her gaze focused on the front panel of his diaper as she pressed down on the tapes. She ran her fingers over the smooth, thick plastic to make sure it was fastened tight. Ryo stared at her, but her face was carefully blank. Her mouth was in a straight line, her eyes blank. Neutral. Guarded. Trying to hide her emotions and thoughts by acting like she hadn’t heard him. Her silence spoke volumes. Ro diapering him was nothing new; she’d been changing his diapers since their relationship turned serious when they were eighteen. They were twenty three now; Ro was several months older than him. She’d changed his diapers throughout their dating, engagement, and now their marriage. He’d always had bladder problems; he’d never been out of diapers at night and he wore pullups during the day in case of not uncommon accidents. They’d been childhood best friends; Ro knew all his secrets and loved him anyway. He loved her, too. Trusted her. He thought he knew all her secrets. Looking at her now, doubt wriggled in his stomach. She was hiding something from him. “Aurora?” He prodded into the widening chasm of silence between them. Ro ducked her head, hiding her face. Her fingers slid down the slick plastic, lightly pressing on the thin padding. A faint crinkling filled the quiet, small room Her fingers found the leg gathers. She poked and prodded, making sure his diaper was on just right. She was too focused on her task, fingers moving too slow. Deliberate, with too much concentration. Before the accident, diaper changes had been moments of intimacy between them. Ryo could handle his own diapers, and often did. He always felt so vulnerable when she changed him, giving her control over this most intimate aspect of his life. He also felt so loved, accepted, and protected. Cherished. Precious. This was her way of showing him how much she loved him. Even now, as she tried to hide something from him, she still tried to stay close to him. She tried to reassure him by changing his diaper. To show without words how much she loved him. I love you, but I don't want you to know about this. During a normal diaper change, as she wiped, powdered and diapered him, she would look at him. Smile. Make silly faces or blow a raspberry on his stomach. He’d roll his eyes at the juvenile teasing she’d never grown out of, then he’d stick his tongue out or try to tickle her back. Now, she avoided his gaze and acted like this was the first time she’d ever changed his diaper. Ryo glanced at the balled up, wet medical diaper. It was at the bottom of the bed, by his right ankle. The left side of the mattress, where his lower leg and foot should have been, was empty. He winced, quickly shutting his eyes. Aurora handled his missing limb better than he did. It had been weeks since the accident, and the sight of his stump still churned his stomach. Mere weeks since the last time he’d surfed. Since his near fatal encounter with a great white. Surfing was in his blood; his mother and grandfather were avid surfers. Ryo had grown up surfing; he’d even placed first in a few local competitions. His grandfather owned a surfing shop where he made custom boards. Ryo often helped him. Surfing was Ryo’s hobby, but most of his money came from modeling contracts. All surfers knew the danger lurking below the waves. They knew the risk getting into the ocean. He’d seen scars of shark bites on some avid surfers. He’d seen boards with huge, jagged bites. He realized the danger in the rational part of his brain, but a small part of him had insisted it would never happen to him. That insular bubble of ignorance had been popped by serrated shark teeth. Now, his life was like his missing leg; crushed and shredded. He didn’t know where to start picking up the pieces. The only thing he did know deep down in his bones was he had to protect Ro from making the same mistake he did. Ro had grown up diving. Her mother ran a diving school and her father worked for the local zoo and aquarium, cleaning and maintaining the huge, deep tanks. He was a retired abalone diver. Ro helped her mother run the school in the off seasons of abalone hunting. It was too lucrative to pass up. She could make a hundred thousand dollars in under fifty days. Those mollusk delicacies were so expensive partly due to the dangers involved in harvesting them. Abalone season coincided with great white breeding season. The father of Ryo and Ro’s friend Sheila had been an abalone diver who’d been killed by a great white. Ryo had lost his leg to a great white. His leg, his surfing, his modeling. Life as he knew it was changed. He couldn’t lose his heart, too. His Aurora. “I don’t like these hospital diapers. They’re too thin. Fourth leak already. You need better protection. Your bottom’s a little red, too. I think you’re getting a diaper rash. The nurses aren’t changing you enough. I’ll have a word with them when I leave.” Ro ran out of reasons to keep fussing with his diaper. He felt her tug down his thin hospital gown from where it was bunched up by his armpits. The gown hid his diaper; the hem brushed the knee of his right leg and the bandaged stump of his left. She covered his lower half with a scratchy, puke-green blanket. “It’s not so bad. They only leak if I’m not changed on time. The one nurse’s aide is always late. The blue haired girl with the nose ring.” Ryo managed to catch her gaze for a second before her eyes skittered away. “I need to throw this out.” Ro mumbled and hastily snatched up the used diaper that was squishy and cold with his pee. She carried it to the red biohazard bin. He frowned at her back. He wriggled his hips, adjusting his position on the mattress. His diaper crinkled loudly in response. His night diapers at home were just as noisy, but they were thicker. He felt more secure with more padding. He’d also feel more secure if Ro would just promise him… Sharp pain shot through his stump, cutting off his train of thought. He gasped. In that lightning strike of pain, he almost felt his missing leg and foot. Phantom sensations from raw, damaged nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands fisting in the blanket. He was never going to get used to this. Not even his diapers could comfort him. His bedwetting and frequent accidents when he couldn’t get to a toilet fast enough were sources of shame. Diapers had always comforted him; made him feel safe, secure and protected. They boosted his confidence. He did lose some modeling gigs due to his incontinence issues. Pullups and diapers kept his pants and bedding dry. Pullups were quiet and discreet, even if they leaked sooner than a thick, thirsty diaper. At his quiet gasp, Ro instantly whirled and rushed to his bedside. She held one of his hands while her other hand touched his forehead. “What hurts? Where? Baby, do you want me to get a nurse?” She gingerly squeezed his slender fingers. Her concern poured over him in waves, reassuring him she still cared despite trying to ignore him. Ignore the important question he’d asked her. The promise he wanted her to make. She was here today, but he wanted her here always. Not callously throwing her life away for money. His stump still throbbed, waves of discomfort sloshing over his body. He felt tired, drained. As if the diaper change and one little movement sapped all his strength. The diaper change hadn’t been so bad; Ro had done all the work. The nurses had taught her the techniques to change him without jostling his injured limb. He could get through a diaper change with minimal problems since someone else did the lifting and moving while he stayed relatively still. When he moved the muscles on his injured leg, it felt like setting off fireworks if he moved too quick, too careless. Ryo smiled weakly up at Ro. Her fingers ran through his hair just the way he liked. “I’m fine. Just moved too quick. Even with this in-” He held up his hand with the IV line. “It still hurts like a bitch.” “You don’t look so good. I’ll go get a nurse.” Her fingers trailed down the side of his pretty face, brushing over his soft cheek. Her gray eyes probed him, searching for indicators he was down playing the amount of pain he was in. “Don’t. Really. I’m fine. Promise.” At that word, he bit his lip and dropped his eyes as he remembered the wedge between them. The promise Ro refused to make. The pain had shoved his worry and emotional turmoil aside. Now it was back, but this time he had Ro’s attention. “Baby? What hurts?” He closed his eyes and shook his head. He suddenly felt overwhelmed and helpless. He couldn’t protect her. All he could do was beg to stay out of the water and pray she’d listen. He felt her lean closer. Salty ocean tang filled his nostrils; he knew where she’d spent most of her morning. His stomach churned. Thoughts of her being bitten like him made him dizzy. His head swam with images of gray fins, white teeth opened wide and Aurora’s severed limbs floating in bloody water. He wanted to puke. “Tell me. Ryo, what’s wrong?” Ro’s hand cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking his cheekbone. Her pleading tone nearly broke him. Nightmares of the shark attack haunted his sleep. Sometimes he was eaten. Sometimes Aurora. The vivid images and emotions bled into his waking hours, filling him with dread. He’d told her about them numerous times, but she just brushed them aside as emotional trauma. Just like the doctors. He still couldn’t shake those feelings, even if his headstrong wife refused to listen. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He stared down at his blanket covered stump. Below his left knee, the blanket lay flat on the mattress. He had to protect Ro, even from herself. She would only continue to ignore and avoid the subject if he tried to talk to her again. He knew she planned to go abalone hunting in shark infested waters, which was why he was so desperate to get her to promise him not to do it. He wanted her to tell him about her plans. She just countered with “No, I’m not thinking about it,” then changed the subject or ignored him. “Ryo. Talk to me, baby.” Her arms, strong and warm, wrapped around him as she leaned further over the bed. “Sheila and Marvin came by this morning. Sheila got a new boat. She named it after her father. Marvin showed me pictures. You were with them. You never told me.” He spoke softly. The pain of Ro’s betrayal filled his voice as a few stray tears trickled down his cheeks. Those quiet words struck Ro like hammer blows. He felt her stiffen as she realized the truth. He knew everything she’d tried to keep hidden from him. Marvin had spilled the beans; Sheila had asked Ro to be her diver for abalone season. Ro hadn’t answered, but she was seriously considering it. Leaning towards yes. She refused to discuss any of it with Ryo. Ryo knew in her mind, the matter was already settled. Not up for discussion. She’d been diving for years; of course she’d do it again. He never objected before because he’d brushed aside the dangers. Now reality had bitten him in the leg and woke him up. He was terrified of Ro getting attacked. She didn’t want to talk about it. Perhaps she was still in denial about it happening to her. Frustrated tears leaked from his eyes and splashed onto her hand. Ro shuddered at the warm wetness. Her lips pressed against his forehead in a sloppy kiss. “Ryo. Baby. Don’t. Shh. Don’t cry. Please.” She hugged him hard. He made no effort to stop his tears as they fell faster. He surrendered to the emotions he’d been fighting since Sheila and Marvin’s visit. His bubble of denial had been brutally popped. The dangers of the deep were real, and they could happen to anyone. A hard life lesson that cost him a leg. He didn’t want it to cost him Ro, too. Didn’t want Ro learning that lesson. They were talking in circles, chasing each other. He couldn’t take it anymore. “I don’t know what to do.” A tremor ran down his slim body. He didn’t feel the front of his thin diaper grow wet as he peed. A sob tore his throat. He didn’t want Ro to give up something she loved, something she’d been doing all her life. He just wished she’d dive in safer waters instead of great white ground zero. Where the abalone grew; where the money was. "Shh. It's alright, baby. We'll figure it out. It's okay." Ro's honeyed voice washed over him as she tried to calm him. He tasted the venom of lies in her sugary words. It was not okay. There was nothing to figure out. She was not open to listening to him. Screw him and his feelings, so long as Ro got to do what she wanted to do. Even if it cost them her life. His tears fell like rain, soaking his pillow and her shirt. His slender body shuddered with hard sobs as he broke down. Ro held him, stroking his hair and kissing his wet face, trying to soothe him. The gentle tugging pressure of her fingers in his short hair usually soothed him, but not today. Minutes ticked by on the cock and still he cried. He sobbed until his eyes were red and swollen, nose running, and throat hoarse. Eventually his sobs died down to sniffles and his shaking died down to fine trembles. He clung to Ro like a lifeline, as if he could anchor her here with him. Safe and sound. He pressed his face into her shoulder and she hugged him harder. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered hoarsely. Her neck was warm and wet from his tears. “Ryo? I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m right here.” Her tone was startled. “Please, Ro. I love you. I don’t..I can’t...if I lost you...I...just can’t.” His words tumbled over each other and fell in a jumbled heap from his mouth. “Oh.” Her arms tightened around him in realization of what he meant. He clung to her like a drowning man. Was she finally opening up to listening, or would she simply serve him more denials and platitudes? “Oh, Ryo…” She sighed and trailed off. His heart twisted. “Please, Ro.” Here we go round again. I don't know what else to do. How do I reach you? Please, please. Just listen. “Promise me. Stay out of the water. Just this season. Please. We’ll be okay. You’re more important than the money. Please. Promise me.” He stared up at her, saw the hesitancy in her face. His vision blurred with renewed, tired tears. She's never going to listen. I'm going to lose her. He crumbled, crying again. His head was full of images from his nightmares. Sheila coming to visit him, telling him he’d never see Ro again. Police wanting him to identify his wife’s bitten remains. Maybe this really was just trauma from his own brush with hungry death. Maybe he needed therapy. The irrational fear clung to his heart, denying him rest. Never far from thoughts. He needed to know Ro was safe on land as desperately as he needed air to breathe. “Ryo, no. Don’t…” His sobs drowned out her words. She hugged him hard, rocking him. Running her fingers through his hair again. Pleading with him to stop crying. “Okay. Okay. Shh. Please, Ryo. Calm down. I’ll tell Sheila no if it means that much to you. I promise. No diving. I’ll tell Sheila no. I promise. Just shhh.” She cooed. “Please.” He sniffled Her words soothed the savage beast that was his fear. They still rang hollow in his ears. Drowned by his own desperation. “I promise, Ryo. I promise. Oh, baby. Shh. I promise.” Ro started humming his favorite tune. She continued to run her fingers through his short black hair until he fell asleep.