Cute_Kitten

Quite the opposite from my POV. I find them very entertaining, plus they've started interesting conversations/ speculations in story threads. ?

I love reading your reactions/ comments on stories. Your responses feel honest/emotional/ to me. (Uh, I hope that doesn't sound really weird). Like, the feels are reals? (Ah, sorry if I'm making no sense, just ignore me.)

Well, there's only one logical remedy for that. "hello, work? Yeah, I'm sick today..." then spend the day finishing the chapter! Kidding, kidding! Life stuff always comes first. I'm just happy you've gotten interested in working on it again.

Best of luck! Having a backlog before posting is a great idea, that way if life happens/ things get in the way/ no time to write, you still have material to post and work with.

What really kills me is when it's a craving for a specialty/ seasonal item or flavor.

I don't want to do anything personally- I was just asking out of curiosity. Most people would most likely respect your wishes, but it's the internet. There's always the chance that someone out there might not and just run with their own idea. I've seen it happen in other places on the 'net, hence my asking. I haven't read that many DD stories, but of the few I've sampled, some have been gentle and fluffy and others have been kinda dark. I agree- most people would respect an author's wishes, and it is easier to work in universes that are more easily adapted to dark material. but you never know if someone out there on the interwebz would see it as a # challenge, so I had to ask All that said, for my own reading enjoyment/ perspective it's nice to see some DD-ish stuff with a diapered male. (though diapered female stores are enjoyable too)

This is a cute concept. One thing I wonder, though- if someone did write a story set in your created world and it had sexual/ forced elements, what could/would you do about it?

Lol that can be true too ?

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Valentine pizza, that's a dinner I can get behind! (now if only the pizza places would do other shapes for other holidays!)

I'm right there with you, Elfy. My nightmare- internet censorship.

Great minds think alike?

I wouldn't wear until the UTI clears up.

That's what I'm thinking. Multiple people have offered different solutions. He's ignored them all. According to post history, he also likes to talk to himself and spam his own thread(s). I tried being nice. At this point, all I can say is, sucks to be op. *shrugs and gets out the popcorn*

No job? Get one. Don't want to get creative and use makeshift diapers? Then no diapers. That's life, and it can be tough. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. I've been working various jobs since I was 13. Dog walking, dog sitting, spent my summers and falls doing various odd jobs- mowing lawns, weeding gardens, taking walks and collecting cans from people who litter, then turn the cans in to a recycling plant for money- whatever odd jobs neighbors needed and I could find. I've worked in fast food and as a deli clerk before the job I have now. Even if you don't have a job, there are still various ways to make a couple extra bucks. Back when I was in college/ high school and I had very little spending money, I made do with the cheapo diapers from the grocery store when I could afford them. Most of my diapers at that time came from thrift stores when I was lucky enough to find them there. My point? There are many ways to make a few extra bucks, even if you don't have a job. Save those extra bucks up to get the diapers you want. But those money opportunities are often dressed in overalls and look an awful lot like work.

Thank you for commenting. The clues were there in part one, but they were fairly subtle- I mention she's a "pre-op transgirl" and make a reference to how she likes how her diaper hides her boy-bits. I'm glad you're looking forward to more and enjoying the story.

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for commenting. In part, that was my big inspiration for writing this little short- to flip the trope around. Thank you!

This was a silly story written for Valentine's Day. It originally appeared on my Patreon. There's not much plot or characterization- it was just a fun little scene. If you'd like early access to story updates and new stories, please consider joining my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten I want to thank my generous patreon supporters. Your support really does mean a lot to me! I haven't mentioned names- I didn't ask if anyone was okay with that, even just initials, and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. I need to ask before I'd mention names, but I'm very thankful for their support. HEART SHAPED PIZZA by CK Could he really do this? Liam stared at the big wooden high chair just waiting for him. His stomach knotted up with anxiety. He never sat in one before. Hell, he’d never done an age play scene before, especially with another person. The only times he’d ever indulged in his AB side was when he was home alone, doors locked and curtains shut. He’d put on a cute, thick, crinkly diaper, a onesie, and break out his secret stash of toddler toys. Today was a huge step for him. His first play time with another person, his girlfriend Zoe. This was her Valentine’s Day gift to him. One night, while looking at pictures on Fetlife together, he’d expressed the desire to deepen his AB indulgences. “Leave it to me!” She’d said with an excited clap of her hands. It was a whole lot of work on her part and a whole lot of blind trust on his. They’d been dating for 6 months after meeting on Fetlife. Liam was 25, a young architect and Zoe was 23 and a legal assistant at the District Attorney’s office. For both of them, this was their first serious relationship, though Zoe had more dating experience but not much age play experience. This was her first time as mommy doing something aside from checking and changing Liam’s diaper. The high chair loomed at the end of the dining room like a king’s throne. A knot formed in his throat; Liam swallowed noisily and froze in his tracks. This was too much; he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t plop his butt in that chair though deep down inside he wanted to. The people in the Fetlife photos all looked so happy in their own highchairs, so carefree and in touch with their Inner Baby. So what was stopping him? The rational part of his brain that screamed how ridiculous this was, the part of him that was ashamed of his desires to be diapered, to be dressed as a giant baby, to play with toys. “Go on, don’t be shy!” Zoe’s hands shoved on the small of his back. Her voice was chipper with enthusiasm. Liam was a big boy, just over 6 feet tall. Zoe was a shorty at barely 5 feet. Their height difference seemed like a colossal joke by the universe. Judging off appearances, tiny Zoe should’ve been the baby and big Liam the daddy. Zoe was a little pudgy, with frizzy brown curls in a mop cut. Liam was big and broad, muscled from years of working at his dad’s construction business while he put himself through architecture school. Liam stumbled forward, catching himself on the door frame. “M-maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…” He mumbled nervously. “It’s your highchair for our special meal together! Come on!” Zoe shoved harder. Despite their vast size difference, her moxie often made her seem much larger than her small stature. Liam’s fingers slipped off the wooden door frame and he stumbled into the room with a series of crinkles from his thick, plastic backed diaper. He blushed at the noise. He wore a blue t-shirt with a cartoon dragon holding a pink glittery heart on it. His diaper was a thick, crinkly ABU Peekabu with the green dragon. Zoe wore a red t-shirt with a panda bear holding a purple heart and a pink corduroy skirt and a pink bow in her hair. Liam braced his legs, stumbling forward as Zoe pushed him. He leaned his full weight back; she grunted but still pushed. “You’ve just got cold feet like our first date. C’mon. I had to drag you out then and I’ll drag you to that chair now. You’ll thank me later.” She was full of exuberant confidence, sure her boyfriend was just being shy and nervous. “This IS our first date. In a way.” He blushed harder. Their first Mommy and Baby dinner together. A dinner she’d put a lot of thought into. Something special for him. For them. Guilt twisted his heart. He really, really wanted to sit down in that high chair and let himself go, be the happy silly baby Zoe loved to fuss over, but self-disgust held him back. “Yes. So why are you being such a wet blanket?” Zoe pushed him again. He stumbled several steps forward, diaper crinkling with each one. “Because.” Liam didn’t want to say what was in his heart. Zoe was so happy; why couldn’t he just let himself go and enjoy it like she was? “Because why? You’ve been wanting this for so long. You’re just a big chicken.” She pushed him some more, grunting with the effort as he resisted more. He crinkled, feet heavy as he approached his highchair. “This is wrong!” Liam blurted out, face red and struggling to suppress his tears. The arms pushing him suddenly stopped as Zoe stepped away. She came around in front of him, reaching up so she could stroke his cheeks. “Liam? What’s going on in that head of yours?” Her tone was gentle despite her brusque words and her big blue eyes probed him. He shuddered. “I want to. I really, really do. But I’m scared. There’s a voice in my head that tells me this is wrong. That it’s disgusting. I’m disgusting and dirty and perverted for wanting this. You’ve worked so hard planning our Valentine’s and I’m ruining it. I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes; a few tears trickled out. Her thumbs wiped them away. She stood up on her tiptoes, but even then she was still too short to reach his face. She grasped his cheeks, gently but insistently tugging him down so his face was near hers. “Hey. Shh. Are we breaking any laws? Nope. Who are we hurting? No one. Okay, so our little activity is a little odd. So what? That doesn’t make it immoral or perverted.” He bit his lip, closing his eyes and leaning into her soothing touch. “How are you so confident?” “Because I know I’m right. You’re worrying about what the rest of the world supposedly thinks. But who cares what they think? You can’t please everyone. All you’ll do is stress yourself trying. You should please yourself. You should please me, too. Since I’m your girlfriend and your hot mommy.” Her tone was warm and soothing as she teased him. He sniffled and smiled. In such a short time he’d come to trust her so much. Just a few gentle words of confidence from her were enough to waylay his fears and uncertainties. She wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face against the cartoon on his babyish t-shirt. He hugged her back. Her hands drifted lower, cupping the thick plastic backed padding and giving it a squeeze, checking him. “So, you wanna be my baby?” He blushed harder and nuzzled his face against her frizzy curls. “Yes Mommy.” “Good baby. Now, lets get baby in his highchair for his special Valentine’s din-din!” Zoe cooed, giving his diapered bottom a playful pat. His diaper rustled loudly and he smiled, both shy and happy. His insides tingled. Seconds later, his bladder released into his diaper. Zoe took his hand and led him over to the highchair. He followed obediently like a good baby. The high chair was huge, even for his big frame. He climbed up in; his thick diaper made a nice cushion on the hard wooden seat. He blushed, adrenaline racing. He felt like such a baby as his diaper crinkled under him. “First we gotta get the baby ready to eat.” Zoe chirped. She tied a pink bib with little red and white hearts around his neck. He blushed some more. She followed this up with a pair of thick, padded blue mittens than rendered his hands helpless. Liam’s eyes widened and he whimpered his helpless distress. “Mommy, how will I feed myself now?” “Don’t worry, baby. That’s Mommy’s job!” Zoe tweaked his nose playfully, kissing his cheek as she slid the big tray onto the highchair. The tray clicked into place and he felt helplessly trapped, at Mommy’s mercy, and utterly babified. With that, Zoe rushed into the kitchen, leaving Liam sitting there in just his diaper, bib, and t-shirt like an overgrown baby. He wiggled; the high chair was heavy and held him steady as he ran his mitten covered hands across the plastic tray. The padding on his hands was so thick he couldn’t feel the hard plastic tray. He smiled at how helpless and little he felt. He wiggled and crinkled his bottom in excitement. All too soon Zoe was back from the kitchen, carrying a pizza box from a local pizza place. “Close your eyes.” “What?” Liam blinked, wondering what his Mommy was up to. Even sitting in his high chair, he was still bigger than her, but her stern gaze made him feel like he’d shrunk several feet. Made him feel helpless and little inside, like she towered over him. He withered under her Mommy stare, and closed his eyes like a good baby. “Good boy.” The honey in her voice melted his bones and he smiled with a faint blush. He heard the pizza box open. “Okay, now open your eyes and see your Valentine surprise!” She giggled at the silly rhyme. Liam opened his eyes. Instead of a normal round pizza, this one was shaped like a heart. Even the pepperonis were hearts. He stared, not expecting that. But it was a brilliant marketing strategy on the side of the pizza parlors. He looked up at Zoe, who beamed at him. The joy in her eyes was infectious and he grinned back then burst into giggles. Her own smile brightened even more. “Tank..thank you, Mommy. I love...wub...you.” Baby babble was one thing he’d never managed to successfully imitate. He tried, but even when he was happily playing with his baby toys and wetting his big baby diapers, he still talked like a big boy. It was as if some part of him deep inside- the same part of him that was ashamed of this whole AB thing- held him back, kept him from fully immersing himself in it. He knew how much Zoe wanted to hear him talk like a wittle baby boy, and he tried hard. But at the last second his tongue always got tied and big boy words came out. Zoe sat the pizza down on the table and put a small slice on a plastic kiddie plate before cutting it up into little pieces so she could feed him with his plastic kiddie fork. He blushed both in anticipation and embarrassment. She sat the plate down in front of him. “I love you too, baby.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Now, open wide for the choo-choo!” He might not be able to babble away, head lost to little space as his inner baby came fully out, but he could still make his Mommy happy. He closed his eyes and obediently opened his mouth, letting his Mommy feed him and telling the nasty voice in his head to shut up. He was going to enjoy his Valentine’s Day.

I was surprised reading this- I haven't read anything like this from you. Then again, I haven't read all your works so maybe there's similar ones I missed. But this was very enjoyable. The pacing and tension were well done. There were only a few procedural errors, but those are just minor nit-picks and don't effect the quality of the story/ writing. Very nice twist at the end, with Amanda and Liam.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

This was originally written for a story contest that had a word limit. The focus was Prudence and Lucas getting together, but I agree- there are still many places it could go. I did that intentionally for some sequels; I'd like to write some more stories with these guys.

Closest I've seen is either something like those commode chairs for the disabled- I've seen pics of them painted in bright colors/ decorated to resemble a child's potty. Or something homemade, like this:

This update has been available on my patreon for several weeks. There's also updates on Bad Seed, The Chikan, and a Valentine's Day story. https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten

This is something I'd expect from The Onion. Is this an early April Fool's? If so, well played, OP. Well played.

You want to talk about Topic X (poop), but go into a chat room about Topic Y(babyfur stuff) Then get upset and complain when people don't like it. You're pushing your interest (messy diapers) onto a group of people who don't wish to hear about it. They want to talk about other things (pacifiers, baby bottles, etc) They have vocalized their wishes. You should respect that. Just because there are more people in a chat room, does not mean all of those people want to talk about what you want them to talk about. They've voiced their opinion- that they don't even want to hear about it. Since messy diapers are not the topic of the room, that opinion should be respected. Not every AB is into messing diapers.