Cute_Kitten

I find getting my eyebrows waxed soothing. Never had a Brazilian or gotten my privates waxed though. Too sensitive and I've heard from other ladies it hurts too much. I do keep down below shaved though. Not for aesthetics but for hygiene since hair follicles can trap smells and hold onto odors (or so I've heard). So shaving helps with odor control whilst diapered. When it comes to aesthetics, there are no wrong answers. The correct answer is "whatever feels right to you/ for you." Do you like being shaved or waxed down there? Does it make you feel more babyish? Then go for it! Enjoy it! Does you like a full bushy bush? All that hair down there doesn't bother you? Then go wild and enjoy the bush!

At least it wasn't ABDL print diapers. I'd be afraid to see the headlines. Still, that's nasty and unhygenic and needs to stop.

Oooh. Let's see. My favorite Easter candies I'd want in an Easter basket are: ..we have a local choclatier that does some fabulously delicious chocolate covered pretzels that are the absolutely perfect blend of chocolate and salty-sweet. I also like Cadbury's eggs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean from Harry Potter, and peanut M&Ms.

So no surprise Spongebob ABDL fanfiction? 😆

The hardwork of the admin and mods to catch the scammers is noticed and appreciated. Y'all rock! 🏆 I guess the Nigerian princes wanting to share their riches and wealth of yore have evolved into Nigerian Dommy Mommies. There should be a pokemon of this. 🤣

Alas, as tentacles do not seem to be an option, I'm gonna head over the the Scriptorium and vote for the robot with the shiny chrome.🐙

It warmed up a little bit my way. But it was also windy and rainy. 😑 I'm not ready for it to be super hot and summer, but I'm so over the very cold temps and wearing a winter coat. At least the flowers are blooming. And roadwork season is well underway. 😡 Why actually fix the potholes nice and even with the rest of the road when you (general you) can just dump a blob of cement and instead of a big hole, make a big bump that people still have to avoid. 🤦‍♀️

This behavior appears to be repetive and ongoing with this person. I hope the court gets them the help they need and keeps the daycares safe. Her behavior is not just making ABDLs look bad (because the vanilla normie population will read headlines like this about an ABDL person going into a nursery/ daycare and the normies will automatically go "That ABDL diaper freak was going after the babies! Pedophile!!) it was also hazardous and unsanitary. That is a health hazard and can make people- especially little kids - sick. I'm wondering if maybe this person has an untreated mental illness and needs help from mental health care providers?

That really sucks. Sorry you have to go through that. I hope you win and NarutoABDL does not get away with his scam this time. Thank you for naming and shaming the culprit though and sharing it with us. It will help spread awareness and hopefully no other writer falls prey to his scam.

Stilted, grammatically correct dialogue in stories is a writing/ editing problem IMO. (The editing phase of writing can be used to catch things like this. Either the author themself or an editor if the author has one). Some writers or those new to writing may struggle with this. One trick some authors use to read their dialogue out loud so they hear how it sounds and can adjust accordingly. Current case law so far has set the precedent that author-written works are copyrighted. AI-generated are not. In hybrid works where someone has added to whatever the AI came up with, only the parts the person wrote would be copyright protected. At the end of the day, people are free to do what they want and we rely on the honor system. So someone can slap their name on an AI generated story and call themself an author and claim they 100% so totally wrote it and they really are a real author. They can also buy a black belt from Amazon and call themselves a kung fu master. Doesn't make them one. The problem a lot of people have with AI are the ethical concerns because of some AI models being trained with illegally pirated books. Those are the subject of some ongoing lawsuits from professional authors and publishing houses. AI should only be trained with works in the public domain.

Mental illness is hard, and the same mental illness can affect each each person who has it very differently. So a treatment or medication that might help some people might not be very affective or helpful to other people. Each person is different and from my very limited understanding of it, finding the right treatment or medicine or combination of treatments and medications seems to be trial and error per patient until doctor and patient find something that works best for that particular patient. And that's in addition to getting to the doctor and then picking up the medications etc. Which sounds like it should be mundane and routine from an outside perspective but it can be much harder than it seems at first glance, especially if the person is sick, not feeling well, or otherwise struggling with their condition and having a bad/hard day.

A Caregiver or a robot nanny would definitely help in those situations!

I wrote this to try and break through my writer's block. It's one of my silly slap-stick stories. This was meant to be my April Fool's story but time got away from me with work and life obligations. The base of this story is a really, really old story (seriously it's one of the first stories I ever wrote) that I have completely cannibalized and re-written hopefully for your laughing pleasure. If you want more serious and angsty diaper boy stories I'm currently working on Bad Seed and Moonlight Shadow. There's more parts to this story, too. THE DIAPERED AND THE DAMNED by CuteKitten aka C.K. Kat So. Being dead sucked. It really sucked. When you’re dead, you’re done. Life officially over. You shot your shot. Bought the farm. Took a dirt nap. Sleeping with the fishes. Kicked the bucket. Shuffled off the mortal coil. Traveled to the Great Beyond. Don’t worry. It happens to everyone eventually. Some sooner, some later. Hundreds and thousands of people die every single day. Have been for millenia. Everyone wants to feel special, feel they’ll be remembered. Most of them are forgotten within a generation. You think when you die you see a white light, your life flashes before your eyes, then voila you’re sitting on a cloud up in heaven playing a little golden harp. Yeah, no. It doesn’t work quite like that. Also, sorry to disappoint you, but there is no diapered limbo run by hot not-quite-demon- nurses named Judy. That one really seems to bum out a lot of people. So. You die. Your soul goes to the next realm. And you wait to be processed. What, did you think death let you escape paperwork? Hah! Where do you think humanity got the idea of bureaucracy from? Now we’re coming to the point of our tale. Who does all that afterlife paper and soul shuffling? Reapers, that’s who. Grim reapers. Soul reapers. Harvesters of the Dead. Whatever. We’ve been called many things. At the end of the metaphorical day, we’re the ones who harvest souls and escort them to the afterlife. And process the paperwork. There’s a whole bunch of us. We’re like an office and an army of the afterlife all rolled into one. We’re divided into Divisions, which are further divided into squadrons. The head of each Division is a captain. This particular little tale features our youngest captain and his vice captain. Hunter is 1800 years old, a skilled prodigy with a keen, quick mind and diligent work ethic. He’s a tiny thing who can barely pass as a human 18 year old. He’s pretty like a girl and dainty as a doll. But he’s got the ruthless spirit and strict discipline of a Roman general. It’s said he rules his Division with an iron rod. The only thing he ever flunked was potty training. Rumor has it he got hurt during Field Duty- you know, the whole escorting newly dead souls to the afterlife thing- and has been padded ever since. I don’t know how true that is. We’re not supposed to talk about it. It’s disrespectful. So of course it’s a hot topic of reaper gossip. His vice captain is boobalicious. Actually she is Margaret. A lazy alcoholic renowned for her huge jugs that often fall out of her low-cut tops. She looks like a hot pinup girl. She easily could have been a hot not-quite-demon nurse named Judy. Rumor has it she was assigned to Hunter to change his diapers and breastfeed him. He is only 1800 after all. He’s a virtual baby compared to the other captains. The next youngest after him is 4,000 years old. Enough blathering. You know a bit about Hunter and Margaret now, so let’s start the tale. Before I take off, let me set the scene. To keep it simple, just think of the afterlife where the reapers reside kinda sorta like the world of the living. Just, you know, full of dead people waiting to be processed. You’ll get your judgement and final verdict, a review of your life. Then you go up or down. Maybe it’s not quite that simple. Or maybe it is. Hell if I know, I’m just a paper-pusher. Even if I knew, think I’d tell you and spoil the surprise? Anyway, our story starts off when it’s night. You know the drill- navy sky, glowing moon, twinkling stars. Blah blah. Okay I’ve heard this story a bajillion times. I’m outta here- I’ll catch ya at the end. Narrator is peacing out. The glass windchimes outside the Third Division office window tinkled in the night breeze. Captain Hunter finished his paperwork just after midnight. He shuffled papers then straightened the various stacks filling his desk. A shiny black typewriter was shoved into the corner of the room, collecting dust. Humans considered it vintage, from the 1920’s. Hunter considered it a new fangled contraption and had no interest in learning to use it. He preferred the classic brush and ink pot that was popular with humans 1800 years ago. Some of the older reaper captains used the typewriter in their paperwork. Hunter hated how weird the printed words looked, so different from handwriting. Just because something was new didn’t mean it was better. He put the ink-laden brush in a clay cup of soapy water. An underling reaper would wash it in the morning. He yawned, stretching his cramped muscles. His eyelids were heavy; they kept slipping close as he battled against sleep. His fully saturated diaper barely crinkled; every bit of the absorbent padding was full of pee. It was near full capacity and dangerously close to leaking. He preferred trusty cloth diapers and rubber panties to these new-fangled plastic backed diapers that started off so thin he was terrified he’d leak after one wetting but then they absorbed all his pee and swelled to quadruple their original size. But Margaret insisted these disposable one-use diapers were easier and more efficient, much like the typewriter. She argued that she didn’t have to worry about making sure his cloth diapers were washed and cleaned, which left more time for her to focus on her fair share of the paperwork. Which for her meant drinking and sleeping and slacking off until Hunter bellowed at her. But it was hard to intimidate the underling assigned to change his diapers and wipe his wet and poopy bottom. She certainly lacked the discipline and work ethic he was renowned for, but she was diligent in keeping him in clean diapers and avoiding the diaper rash he had often ended up with before she was assigned to him. He was so dedicated to his work he would sit in a wet and messy diaper until it leaked and he was forced to stop and get changed. He was so, so tired. He could barely stay awake. He was caught up for once on the never-ending paperwork, so his determination and steel will sheathed themselves. His body was ready to collapse into sleep at his desk. He was too exhausted to make it to his private quarters and his cozy bed with soft blankets and cuddly stuffed animals. He would be sleeping in the office tonight. The frequent late nights like this were why he had a large comfy couch in the vast office. His lazy, work-skipping vice captain Margaret believed it was for daily naps while he did double duty on the paperwork. “Stupid Margaret.” Hunter mumbled sleepily as he stumbled over to the couch. The enormous, swollen diaper forced his thin legs far apart and made him waddle like an unsteady toddler. She had disappeared for lunch, saying she wanted some fresh air before she slunk off to no doubt drink her lunch and get a little beer with her fresh air. He was already asleep and dreaming of strangling her before his little body hit the cushions. His diaper swelled even more as his bladder let loose. Wet crescent moons appeared by his inner thighs on his black onesie and charcoal grey slacks as the absorbent material could absorb no more.

The print on those is very cute. I might have to try them! I prefer plastic backed diapers, but I like cloth backed for when I want discretion or for the hot summer months even if it means more diaper changes are needed. My favorite cloth backed is Rearz Active Air but the Kiddo diapers look really cute and they've gotten good reviews so I'm excited to try them.

That sucks you have to make two trips just to get your prescription filled. I heard Amazon has a pharmacy service, but I don't know much about it. Would that be an option? Or could your shrink send your prescription to your pharmacy for you and save you a trip? (Maybe they don't offer that service? I know some doctor offices do and some don't in my area). I had a bad sinus infection and I did a telehealth/ online healthcare clinic to get diagnosed and they sent my prescription to my pharmacy so I just to pick it up.

Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. 😂

I like the idea of Hanako's death being a prologue/ preamble. It gives the readers the context they need to understand Hanako. If that doesn't work you could also have a scene of two teachers talking and they discuss Hanako and her story. Or have a student ask an older teacher so the teacher can provide both student and readers with the info. If none of that works you can always do an author's note and just tell readers what they need to know before starting the story. There's many methods and ways to weave the I fo into your story- choose whichever one works the best for you! Good luck! It sounds like a fun story. I think there was an anime about Hanako too

Getting back to the rules. I think they are fine as they are. AI stories and AI assisted all belong in the AI section. Not everyone wants to read AI stories so keeping AI in its own section makes it easier for those readers. Anyone can browse both member stories and the AI section for any particular themes etc they want to read. Since the stories are free to read I'm not sure if the board needs to worry about copyright etc violations regarding AI and it's lack of integrity. (There's a number of lawsuits from authors and publishers because some AI models were trained with illegal pirated books. Which is really shitty IMO and I hope the authors and publishers win their lawsuits but this is getting off topic). It is another reason AI should be in its own section. As for enforcing the rules, the only way I can logically see is just relying on the honor system?

Congratulations! Enjoy the fruits of your hard work and savor the truimph!

Thank you for the work and care you put into the story section as a mod.

I agree completely. AI generated or AI augmented, both belong in the AI category since both bring up the same concerns. They are not stories written and authored by members. So they do not belong in the members story section. Separating non-AI and AI also makes it easier for readers to find stories. Some readers may not mind AI stories but some readers only want human-written stories with no AI involved. Their feelings on that may be why should they waste their valuable time reading something a bot churned out instead of a story another human spent time and effort and skills to craft for their enjoyment? Other readers may not mind AI at all; they just want stories that cater to a specific theme or personal preference. Those readers can easily browse both sections for stories easily. Having the AI generated and AI augmented in one AI section saves readers who only prefer non-AI stories the hassle of finding them. The non AI stories are conveniently located in one section for them.

There's a HUGE difference in humans learning how to write through their lived experiences and efforts and feeding samples into an AI bot. The only works that AI bots should be fed are works in the public domain. There are huge ethical concerns with AI training. The New York Times has filed a lawsuit against OpenAI for copyright violation. Some big name publishing houses have updated their copyright notices to prohibit their works from being used for AI training.

I hope he pulls through. The family is in my thoughts and prayers.