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Ty! The story I linked to is titled A Family Affair. There could easily be multiple stories with the same title, so I have no idea which one the OP wants- I just linked to the story I found with the matching title. :3

Is this it? http://www.dailydiapers.com/content/stories/271.html

If I'm not wearing a onesie, my diapers tend to sag. I get the sag usually when I'm wearing a premium diaper like a Rearz, Dry 24/7, or an ABU. I wet slow- trickles- over a long period of time so most of the diaper is saturated or used to near capacity. That's when it sags. Also, if I've been very active and not wearing a onesie, that seems to increase the diaper sag. Thinner cloth backed diapers don't seem to sag as much- I tend to change them more because I don't like leaks and when they get so full, I've had them leak on me. xD

That reminds me of an old prank my cousin's fiance played on him- got him one of those Peek A Boo Terror Teddies. Freaked my cousin out. xD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeXRhKobKdo

“You said d-diaper. Moira wears diapers.” Bridget’s mouth went dry. Her cheeks pinked at saying that word out loud. “So? It’s not exactly a state secret. She’s not the only one. Haven’t you looked around at the crowd?” Deirdre’s arm swept out over the green-clad crowd. Bridget followed the motion, taking a look at for the first time at the individuals who made up the sea of green. No children, but several adults were dressed as young children, or babies. Her eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat. “What’s this? Some kind of kink party? Ageplay? How can you invite someone to something like this without telling them?!” “Consent sucks half the fun out of. You saw Moira’s diaper on the street and still followed like a love sick puppy. I saw it, so don’t bother denying it. Don’t worry, everyone here’s cool with it. Here, let me introduce you to some of the bigwigs, who really shouldn’t need an introduction. You’re just a human, so I’ll forgive you for not knowing who they are.” Bridget’s brain struggled to figure out just what kind of game these people here were playing. Before she could form a thought, Deirdre’s arm shot past her face, pointing at a table. Bridget’s eyes followed. A lanky Japanese boy with green eyes and dyed orange hair gelled up in spikes sat with a petite Japanese girl on his lap. The girl had a brace on one leg. She wore a white sweater decorated with green ribbons, and her frilly green skirt flipped up to reveal a bulging green shamrock diaper, swollen with pee. A bib hung from her neck, and she sipped a green juice from a sippy cup. “That’s Ichiro Nakatomi and his fiance, Yukihime. They’re yokai- Japanese demons. They’re highborn- nobility or some shit. Make sure you call him Lord Ichiro. The yokai are very particular about shit like that. But see those eyes? He’s half Fae. His mom was Oonagh’s mom’s cousin or sister or something. They’re distantly related.” Deirdre turned, pointing to another spot in the crowd. Bridget turned with her. Ram horns curled out of her riotous black locks and large, cloven hooves peeked out from under the hem of her long, dark green skirt. She held a sippy cup of green juice to the lips of a - girl? boy? Bridget wasn’t sure- but this big baby wore a bib, a frothy green dress, and braces on both his? her? legs. “Azrael Ruprecht and Nicholas Klaus, but he likes to be called Nicky. No relation to the Fae, but Azrael’s part demon, so she’s probably got some overlap somewhere in her bloodline.” “That’s a boy? Why the hell is he dressed like a girl?” Most of what Deirdre said when over Bridget’s head; a flood of information she tuned out. She stared at the girly boy, fighting the urge to lift her upper lip in a sneer of distaste. “Cuz he likes it? Is that a problem?” Deirdre’s tone was light, mildly curious. She gazed at Bridget without blinking. “....No, of course not.” Bridget forced a smile; Deirdre smiled back. Maybe this was why Moira had been so standoffish. These people created elaborate roleplays and mixed some age play in. Moira would obviously be ashamed and embarrassed for a classmate to find out about her odd hobby. Bridget just had to prove to Moira she was cool with all this and totally accepting. Bridget had never been to any type of age play or kink parties before. She’d never even worn diapers out in public.

It was the strangest pub she’d ever seen. The interior looked like it was ripped out f a medieval fairytale. Heavy stone and thick wooden beams made up the walls. Metal chandeliers were draped in white, green, and gold streamers. Tables and chairs were rustic and appeared hand carved while the floor was scuffed flagstone, chipped in a few places. A huge area around the fireplace had been cleared for an improvised stage and dance floor, tables and chairs shoved aside, leaving no clear walkways. Musicians played lively jigs on traditional Irish instruments- the bodhran drum, fiddles, flutes, tin whistles, and Uilleann pipes. People got up to dance while others sat back down, tired from jigging and reeling. Now this was what she called a proper St. Patrick’s Day party. Along with the Celtic music, people dressed in green shouted, laughed, talked, and sang as they drank mugs of foamy green beer. Irish pride everywhere. The fireplace stretched the length of one wall. The mantle was hand carved with the snarling heads of mythical beasts from around the world. Flames licked at bricks of dark, packed dirt, filling the air with heat and the scent of scorched earth. A peat fire; Bridget knew the Irish called peat turf. The warmth from the fire was welcome after the March cold outside. Music drowned the fire’s crackling and snapping. She’d always wanted to smell an authentic Irish peat fire; ones just like her ancestors used to burn. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and coughed. “It’s a good fire, isn’t it?” Deirdre’s heavy brogue spoke right in her ear. Startled, Bridget jerked and opened her eyes to find Deirdre’s face so close to hers their cheeks nearly touched. “Ah. Um. Y-yeah.” Bridget stepped back, putting space between them. She glanced around; Moira was the only familiar face. The blonde deftly wove between the crowded tables to snag a recently vacated table by the fireplace. As the distance between her and Moira grew, unease fluttered in her stomach. She looked over her shoulder at the door, but it was gone. A solid wall and grimey window were in its place. Outside the window, snow fell on tree limbs and a fence posts. No concrete; no buildings; just countryside. “Where did the door go? The city?” Bridget didn’t remember turning around, but she must have. The door had been behind her, but now it was another wall. Her brain struggled to come up with a logical explanation for the city and country switch. Deirdre wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Have you been drinking? Of course the door’s still over there.” Her hand waved vaguely at a far wall across the room. Maybe Bridget really had gotten turned around somehow without noticing it? “Doors don’t just vanish, you silly goose. Now, let’s go sit down with Moira and get warmed up.” She took a step forward, her arm muscles stiffening and dagging Bridget along. The feeling of unease grew. Bridget dug her heels in and ducked under Deirdre’s arm. “I think...I should go. Moira doesn’t want me here, and I don’t know you.” Bridget looked around for the door again. “You’re going to give up that easy? At the parade, I saw how you looked at Moira. Like a moonstruck calf. You’re that girl from her class. You worked on a group project together. She’s mentioned you. You should know, she’s very shy; social anxiety or something. You like her but you won’t even try to get to know her? Fight for her? Coward.” “E-excuse me?” Bridget stood stock-still in shock and growing anger at being spoken to like that by a stranger who hadn’t even introduced herself. “You heard me. You’re a pathetic coward. I’m Moira’s friend, Deirdre. But you already overheard that.” Bridget refused to be ashamed of eavesdropping. She straightened her spine, squared her shoulders, and looked at Deirdre with a carefully blank face. “I was trying to do Moira a solid and hook you two up. But if you’re going to be like that…” “Moira’s never shown any signs she’s interested in me.” Bridget’s face turned red. “Of course not. She doesn’t communicate well. She’s socially retarded. Hell, she dumps in a diaper.” Deirdre rolled her eyes. “I thought you’d have figured that out by now. Moira told me you were smart. I guess she was wrong about that. But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’re leaving. So, go.” Deirdre waved a hand at her dismissively. “W-what?” The word diaper was a bucket of cold water that doused her annoyed anger. “My friend deserves better than a stupid coward.” Deirdre ignored Bridget’s verbal stumble. She rocked back on her heels and crossed her arms in a casual pose, her violin case swinging from one hand. Her gaze levelled a cool challenge to Bridget.

I only have a few stuffed animals from when I was little- my old, ragged Starlight horse, and Simba and Nala. My other plushies are ones I've collected as a grown up- most from Build A Bear, which I never got the opportunity to visit until my twenty's. The last plushies I bought were a few years ago at the zoo- two pink and purple tiger cubs.

Thank for commenting. Glad you enjoyed the story. This was written for a contest, so it had a length restriction. :3

Awesome! I've commissioned a few pieces, none of it abdl though. It's a nice treat for yourself. =D

It's a fanart of Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri On Ice. :3 I got it off of a google search and pinterest.

Thanks for commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. :3 I left a few story threads open for the possibility of more stories with these characters- Rosie getting in trouble for drinking again could easily lend itself to a whole lot of fun, Luc finding out about Luna's true identity, and some of the other werewolves who have unsettled beef with Prudence come to town. I'd love to write more with these characters, they were a lot of fun. Plus I'd like to see Luc grow in confidence. Maybe have Rosie learn to be a little nicer (and Prudence, too LOL). Or for Prudence, at least learn to obey the law a little XD.

Ichiro’s apartment was a mix of old and new. The building dated back to the 1800s. The owners had gutted it out and refurbished it with the latest modern amenities only the affluent could afford. Old timey charm coupled with the creature comforts of technology. He’d turned a small niche into a makeshift kamidana, a small Shinto memorial shrine to his deceased mother. Flames crackled in the large Victorian fireplace, warming the large living room. The scent of burning wood mingled with the perfume of roses. Rose petals scattered the floor. Yuki lay on a padded mint green changing mat. Underneath that lay an onikuma skin rug. Ichiro had hunted the demon bear after the enormous beast had eaten several villagers in Ikai. Yuki was naked except for his diaper. The vinyl of the changing mat was cold on his back while the soft, thick fur of the dead beast rubbed against his skin like silk. His pink pacifier moved rapidly as he sucked. The large rubber nipple filled his mouth, almost too big for him. Drool dribbled down his chin as he tried to calm down. Tears blurred his eyes; he angrily wiped them away, pressing his palms against his eyelids. He kicked the air with his good leg. Without his brace, his weak leg muscles just twitched. His soaked diaper barely crinkled. The mess inside the saturated padding shifted. He was too used to messy diapers to notice. He took special pills that nullified fecal odor; it worked well on humans. His dirty diapers were an invisible scent to them. For yokai and other supernaturals, the pills only toned down the stench; there was no hiding the smell. A messy diaper was the least of his problems. He’d ruined their romantic Valentine’s dinner. Ichiro had taken him to a fancy, upscale restaurant. Fine dining with a live orchestra special for Valentine’s Day. Cloth napkins and finger bowls. Thoughts of what came after dinner- him and Ichiro alone in Ichiro’s apartment, having sex- nibbled at his brain no matter how much he tried to ignore them. Those thoughts opened the door to painful memories. Yuki had grown more nervous and distracted as dinner progressed. Ichiro reassured him, soothed him. Fed him. Offered to call the date off. Yuki repeatedly refused. At the end of the meal, he’d cracked under the pressure he put on himself. He’d cried so hard Ichiro had to pick him up and carry him like a toddler out of the restaurant. His large hand had been on Yuki’s heavily padded bottom, Yuki’s slim body shaking with hard sobs, when Yuki messed. Ichiro hadn’t moved his hand; he’d just rubbed Yuki’s diapered bottom to help soothe him. He’d kissed the top of Yuki’s head. Yuki had cried most of the way to Ichiro’s apartment, but he’d managed to reduce his sobs to hiccups and sniffles by the time they pulled into the parking lot. In the car, his diaper had leaked after he’d peed. Ichiro had told him not to worry and kissed his tear-wet cheeks. As he’d carried Yuki inside, the diaper leaked onto Ichiro’s own clothes. He’d laid Yuki on the changing mat in front of the already-burning fire and undressed him, ignoring the romantic scene. He’d given Yuki his pacifier and said he’d be right back. Yuki’s heart twisted as he waited for Ichiro. He was such a screw up. A royal fuck up. He was achieving the opposite of his goals, mired in the past, drowning as he struggled to move forward. Fresh tears trickled down his cheeks. “Here, baby. Let’s get you out of that yucky diapee.” Ichiro’s deep voice cooed, love and safety in that gentle tone. He sat a shallow, square bucket filled with soapy water and a washcloth by the onikuma skin rug. The fuzzy purple diaper bag lay by Yuki’s feet, along with a folded purple rectangle, a tube of diaper cream, baby powder, and box of baby wipes. He reached for the tabs on Yuki’s saturated, fully loaded diaper. “Ichiwo?” The pacifier slurred Yuki’s words into a toddler’s lisp. He held his dainty hands out like a baby asking for a hug. “Yeah, baby?” Ichiro reached out to help Yuki sit up. Yuki spat out his pacifier, wrapped his arms around Ichiro’s neck, and smashed his wet lips to Ichiro’s.

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Gertrude almost peed herself. “Ah! I’ll get it. You go on. I wanna surprise you with the cookies.” She reached for the coat, but Josef already picked it up. In the dark, far from the lantern, he didn’t notice the coat bottom was wet. She stepped in front of the pantry door. Soon as he hung the coat up, she grabbed his arm and tugged. “Come on. One of the cats or dogs probably knocked it over. They’re all in for the night cuz it’s cold.” “Someone left the pantry open.” He easily shouldered her aside with his much bigger body. A metal pot clanged into another one, followed by a scuttling noise. They both froze and looked at each other. Gertrude forced a smile. “Milky! I bet it’s Milky. Dumb cat, into the pantry again. You know how that cat is. Always getting into things. Knocking stuff over. Maybe she saw a mouse.” “The pantry should’ve been shut.” “I left it open when I got the wash basin out. It’s late. I’m tired. Sue me.” Gertrude ducked under his arm, shut the pantry door, and leaned back against it. “Now, are we going to d wine and cookies or not?” “Aren’t you going to let the cat out?” “Um. Yes. After you get moving. You’re holding up production.” Josef smiled in amusement. He grabbed the knob and pulled the door hard, knocking Gertrude out of the way. She stumbled, heart in her throat as he stuck his head into the pantry. He was sure to find Magda. Would he take her outside and shoot her? What had she been thinking, dragging her into the house like that? Stupid, careless- “I don’t see the cat. There’s nothing in here.” “Krampus! There he goes! It’s Krampus, not Milky. Hard to see a black cat in the dark!” Gertrude blurted though nothing ran out of the closet. “I suppose so.” Josef stepped back. He yawned, then looked in the dark pantry once more, where the lantern’s flickering light didn’t reach. Where Magda hid. Gertrude held her breath, fear squeezing her heart. Josef shrugged his big shoulders and shut the pantry door. “Alright, I’m heading up.” He took a swig from the wine bottle. “I’m getting the cookies. I’ll be up in a minute.” Gertrude waited until Josefl left and she heard his big feet on the squeaky steps. She grabbed the lantern and tiptoed to the pantry. Even with the lantern in hand, she didn’t see Magda right away. “He’s back in bed. The coast is clear.” She whispered. Even then, Magda didn’t respond right away. Gertrude thought she might be paralyzed with fear. “It’s safe. I promise. But he won’t wait for long- he thinks I’m coming up soon.” Magda’s head popped up from the same hiding place as before. “I thought he was going to find me. I ducked down some more when I heard him by the door. The bag hit a stack of pots.” She whispered as she slipped past Gertrude and tiptoed to the door. Gertrude followed. She tried to hand Magda the lantern, but Magda shook her head. “People will see it. Too dangerous.” She tightened the scarf around her neck and slid the old mittens on. Gertrude opened the big door for her. Magda hesitated at the screen door, about to step out into the Christmas cold. She whirled around and quickly hugged Gertrude. Just like she used to as a child. For a moment, Gertrude was swept back to childhood. They were kids again- Magda sneaking out of the house after playing with her and Heidi. Except these adult games had deadly consequences. After a moment, Gertrude hugged her back. Magda pulled away. “The world’s falling apart, but we’ll always be friends.” Gertrude repeated a long forgotten childhood promise. Magda smiled faintly, then headed out into the winter night. Gertrude didn’t know if Magda believed her or not. She stood at the door and watched Magda go. Magda huddled into the scarf and coat against the December wind. Snow still fell; soon it would cover her tracks. Gertrude didn’t feel like she was losing a friend or being left behind. Her heart filled with a warm glow she hadn’t felt in a long time. She’d lost Heidi, but she’d saved Magda. Lost her sister but saved a friend. She was sure Heidi was smiling down from heaven. Hope even in the darkest of times...maybe that was the gift the Christ child brought into the world. She didn’t know where Magda was headed, though she had a guess. She thought of Magda’s uncle who’d fled to America. Magda had lost everything in Germany. Part of her kin lived on in America. Surely Magda was headed there. Gertrude didn’t know if she’d make it or not. She didn’t know what the future would bring, for either of them. They’d each face their futures on their own, but they’d have each other in their hearts. Gertrude had her sister in her heart, as well. That love, that strength, would get them through whatever daybreak brought. ~The End~

They're adorable! I love the print- it's perfect for chilling around the house, watching my old favorite cartoon shows and indulging in childhood nostalgia. I'll probably wait for reviews though before I order. I'm still looking forward to trying the ABU peekaboo's.

Soon they were at Richard’s grandma’s house. A bunch of motorcycles were parked in the front yard. Genie parked the car. Richard still hadn’t figured out what he’d tell his family. “Hey, what’s with all the motorcycles? Ooh, I like the pink one!” Genie pointed like an excited kid. Richard watched her hooterlicious hooters bounce. “My grandma runs a motorcycle gang. Heaven’s Demons. The pink one is hers.” He sat in the car, forehead on the steering wheel. “Ugh, what am I going to say?” He glanced over at Genie as she got out the car. “Hey, that’s it! Genie, I have a wish! I wish for a solution to explain you to my family!” “That’s the spirit! You’re catching on pretty quick.” Genie grinned, snapped her fingers and blinked. Nothing happened. No poof, no smoke, no sparkles. Not even a snap crackle pop. Not even a fart. Genie was still dressed like a Halloween harem girl, and Richard still wore his snap-crotch jeans with GIGANTICALLY ENORMOUS, SO BIG IT MUST BE WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS diaper bulge. Like seriously serious, his diaper was SUPER noticeable. You couldn’t miss it, not even from outer space. Richard blinked, waiting for something to happen. For his clothes to change. For Genie to disappear. “Nothing happened. Why didn’t anything happen?” “Something had to have happened. I used my magic.” “Do you see any changes? That spell was a dud.” “Are you accusing me of faulty magic?” “Yeah, I am. Do you see anything that’s changed? No. Therefore, the spell didn’t work. Like, duh.” Richard mimicked her tone. Genie stamped a foot. “How rude! I’m offended! I totally know what I’m doing! I’m very experienced at this!” Richard crossed his arms. “And how many have wishes have you granted in the past?” “That’s none of your business. I’m not telling you.” She stuck her tongue out. “How many? If you’re so experienced, it must be a lot. Surely you kept track for bragging rights?” “Maybe I’m not so egotistical as to brag about how many wishes I’ve granted. But I assure you it’s a whole lot! Like, way way more than Aladdin’s stupid genie!” “If you’re so great, why didn’t your spell work? You must’ve done something wrong.” “This is my first time, cut me some slack, damn it!” “Hah! I knew it!” “Oh, shut up, diaper butt!” Genie turned angrily and stomped up to the house. Richard defiantly sat in the car for a few minutes until he thought of all the carnage and chaos a strange girl in a harem costume introducing herself as “the diaper genie” would cause. She’d surely tell them all about his diaper! He leapt out of the car and tried to run after her but the ginormous diaper made him waddle. It was super duper crinkly, too. It was as noisy as it was big. In his desperate waddle to get to the porch, Richard was distracted by the diaper’s padding. It was super thick and soft and felt, really, really good rubbing all over him. Like, faptastically good. Soooo good he wanted to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and fap away, right then and there in front of everyone. Screw logic, that diaper felt like SOO good. Thankfully, before Richard could even get the snaps on his pants undone, Genie grabbed his hand as the door opened and his grandma stood there. “Why Genie! Hello there! So glad you could babysit and steal my grandson away from that harpy. Hi Dicky! Come to Grammie! Look at you, walking by yourself! Just like a big boy!” She squatted down and held her arms out to him like he was a baby. Richard blinked and looked at Genie, who shrugged. “I guess my spell did something after all? I’m like your totally hot babysitter! And I guess they all think you’re a baby. Well, that is a solution that explains me being here.” She grinned, proud of herself.

Yuki nodded his head. Ichiro picked up the green tea latte, using his youki to heat the cup up. Static crackled in the air and along Yuki’s skin. Ichiro held the cup up to Yuki, just like he did with his bottles. The ceramic rim touched his lower lip. Notes of matcha and vanilla filled his nostrils. Yuki parted his lips; Ichiro tilted the cup so he could drink. Warmth flowed down his throat, filling his belly and chasing away chilly self doubts. Warmth flowed over his vagina, a long stream of pee soaking into the damp padding. The monstrous diaper swelled, pushing past the hemline of his skirt. No chance of hiding his diaper at all now. He didn’t notice. He finished drinking before he finished peeing. Leaning back from the empty cup, he half expected Ichiro to pick him up over his shoulder and burp him like he did when drinking bottles. Instead, Ichiro patted his lips dry with a napkin. “Feel better?” Yuki nodded. He’d calmed down, fears pushed to the back of his mind. He was determined to get through this night and conquer the ghosts of his trauma. He didn’t want to be a victim. Didn’t want the asshole who’d hurt him to have power over the rest of his life. He was taking his life back, fighting the mental demons with Ichiro. “Are we ready to go?” “Yeah. Hey, Chika-Chika?” Ichiro turned to Chika. Her empty cup and a note scribbled in sloppy hiragana on the back of a receipt sat on the table in front of her empty chair. Her coat and purse were gone. Ichiro plucked the note up with two fingers and read it. “Since you’re here, I leave the baby with you, Lord Ichiro. I’m hunting man-meat. I hear gaijin’s good. Maybe I’ll try lesbian. Wish me luck!” “She makes it sound like a buffet. Italian Monday. Taco Tuesday. Gaijin Wednesday.” Yuki wrinkled his small, pert nose in distaste while Ichiro laughed. “Almost time for our dinner reservations.” Yuki nodded then held his hands out for Ichiro to help him up. As he stood up, the locks on his knee and hip hinges of his brace clicked into place. Ichiro tugged Yuki’s pale pink, faux fur coat up his arms then knelt to button it. Yuki was petite; the typical height for a female yukionna yokai. Ichiro was tall- unusually tall, a gift from his Fae gaijin mother. The height difference always made Yuki feel like a child. His head barely came up to Ichiro’s chest. Ichiro tugged on Yuki’s coat, straightening it. One hand darted under Yuki’s skirt, giving the swollen diaper a discrete squeeze. It squished under his fingers. “You’re pretty wet, but that diaper should hold out through dinner. I want to wait in case you poop. You should be due for a bowel movement soon.” Yuki’s cheeks turned as pink as the heart confetti. He was used to diaper checks, and Ichiro was fast and discrete. In private, diaper checks reassured him he was loved and cared for. In public, he still got embarrassed when Ichiro and Chika talked about his diapers, even if none of the bystanders could understand them. Hand in hand, they headed out to Ichiro’s car.

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He smiled. “Good to see you can still smile. I heard you haven’t since Heidi’s death.” Gertrude’s smile turned wooden. “There hasn’t been much to smile about.” Josef stepped close then his muscular arms wrapped around her. “You were close with her. We all miss her; she was family.” Gertrude laid her head on his shoulder, but his touch wasn’t as comforting as it once was. She could hear the ‘but’ in his voice. “But it’s for the best.” She finished. He kissed the top of her head and her tangled, unbrushed hair to placate the bitterness in her tone. “I know times have been hard. Just think how much harder they’d be if Heidi was still here.” His voice was gentle, tender. He tried to cushion a hard truth. He was right. The truth of his words stung the worst. She remembered what a relief it was to no longer have the added burden of caring for her sister. She pulled away. “I loved her.” “We all did.” Sudden tears blurred her eyes. Gertrude waved a hand at him to silence his words. She forgot she still had the diaper; the thick white cloth fluttered in the air like a flag of surrender. “Gluhwein, right? Let me get you some.” She spun on her heel to fetch a glass and a wine bottle. Her eyes were dry by the time she’d poured him a glass of mulled wine and turned back around. Josef had cut off a slice of stollen and chewed it. His face held the same disappointment she’d tasted earlier. “Maybe next year will be better.” She held the glass out to him. The thick, dark wine sloshed about looking like blood in the dim light. It made her think of Magda’s words in the barn. Blood seeping from bullet wounds caused by guns like Josef’s rifle. She couldn’t picture her loving cousin shooting someone, even if they were a Jew. Josef shooting Magda dead like her parents. Those thoughts churned her stomach sour. “Gertie, what’s wrong? You don’t look so good.” Josef took the glass, set it on the counter, then his big hands grasped her shoulders. She found comfort in the same hands that pulled the trigger. “The world’s falling apart. I’m going crazy.” Gertrude shook her head to clear the thoughts away. She forced a shaky smile. “I’m okay. I just need some sleep.” She needed to get Magda away from Josef. “I know the feeling. I have nights like this. All the boys do. Here, drink.” He held the wine up to her lips, pressing her to drink. Gertrude took a sip. The wine only held the barest hint of its usual strong pice, and the wine itself had been watered down to stretch it out. It was almost as bad as the stollen. She stepped back. “It’s late. We should get back to bed. We’ll have to get up soon. You go on ahead. I’ll clean my mess up.” “I’ll help.” “No, it’s women’s work.” “I don’t mind.” “I do. I feel bad enough for waking you up.” “I can’t leave you alone in your state.” “I insist. It’s not much mess. I’m fine.” Gertrude’s heart sped up. Magda was trapped in that pantry until he left. What if she was still in there when everyone got up? Josef noticed the wet bar of soap, the pitcher, wash basin and towels on the floor. “Oh, the soap? I had a nightmare. Woke up all sweaty. I didn’t wanna wake everyone and use the shower upstairs. So I just freshened up down here. You go back to bed. “ Josef pulled out a chair and sat down. “It’s almost like you want to get rid of me.” His tone was partially teasing as he cut himself another slice of flavorless stollen. “But I feel bad. You work so hard all year. You got really lucky, able to come home for Christmas. The rest of our cousins aren’t here. You should be resting in your own bed.” “I wouldn’t be able to sleep, leaving you like this. Out of all us kids, I was closest with you. You were like my baby sister.” His words gave Gertrude inspiration. She handed him a wine bottle and smiled. “Okay. You know what would make me feel better? Continue me and Heidi’s Christmas Eve tradition. You take this and go wait for me upstairs in my room. I’ll be up in a minute with cookies. Okay? Please.” She added puppy dog eyes when he hesitated. “Oh, alright.” Josef caved under her pout. “Yay. We’ll save this Christmas yet.” She just hoped he didn’t find her wet diaper she’d hidden under the bed. Getting Magda out of here was more important. “Well, go on.” She shooed while Josef took his good, sweet time getting up. “Get a head start on the wine.” He perked up at that suggestion. “Alright, alright. I’m going.” He stood up. “Hey, my coat’s on the floor.” Bottle in hand, he headed for the coat rack. His coat was a dark shadow on the floor.

Hehe, Luc is more mature than Rosie- or at least, he uses his brain more than Rosie uses her. She's very impulsive..in a way, she's a bit like Luna xD. Rosie was lucky Luna wasn't ornery enough to bite. Then again, Luna's trying to be on her best behavior to get into Luc's good graces. Oh, there's some fun ahead with Rosie! But I don't want to spoil the surprise.

Very true. when watching the old shows, I try to turn my brain off and just enjoy. Otherwise I'll nitpick the characters, plots, and scenery to death xD. I do that with some modern shows, to LOL. But just because one has infinite magical power..doesn't mean they know how to use it wisely. Or correctly. Ah, but if Bridget runs, we won't get to have any fun! Bridget might not like what's in store for her, but hopefully readers will. xD

Yes, this was written for April Fool's. Hence some of the purposefully bad writing like fourth wall breakage. I just couldn't let the holiday pass without putting *something* up. Genie was a lot of fun to write, and I plan on updating when I get some free time. Nappy rhymes more. Normally I'd fix the disconnect, but this story is written as a tongue-in-cheek joke. Which is why it was tagged with prank and April Fool's. So having nappy in the title and using diaper in the story just adds to the April Fool's feeling xD

I guess we could say acting is one of her few skills? Then again, she also has a lot riding on keeping Josef placated and getting him out of that kitchen. Thanks for the sentiment about the likes. Likes are very nice and I appreciate them, but I love a comment more. Oh yes, they really are in the danger zone, especially since it's Josef-who works in a concentration camp- in the kitchen. I think he'll be harder to fool than any other family member! And, given his place of employment, we already know what his line of thinking is- if they get caught, there will be no reasoning with him.

I've always wanted to go to Japan, but I financially that's never been an option for me. Did you like it there? As for the characters, it might be because their values/ thinking is more in line with an older/ more feudal belief system stemming from the structure of yokai society. I tried to mix some modern in their mindsets as well. Or it might be Yuki's disconnect between body and gender? Actually, I'm curious about how readers' are reading him (actually, her could be used as well, given Yuki is viewed as female in society xD)- like, do y'all read Yuki as a boy or as a girl?

Not a serious story. Written just for shits and giggles, and poking fun at some common diaper tropes. HAPPY FAPPY NAPPY by CK Cute Kitten Snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a fluffy layer of white. It made a beautifully picturesque Christmas scene. Too bad it was Easter. Richard found White Easters very depressing. Especially when his mom forced him to help clean out the attic. There was already a large pile of his old babythings- crib, highchair, playpen, etc- at the end of the driveway with the garbage cans, waiting for the garbage men to take them away tomorrow morning. Richard wasn't sad. As he threw out all his old childhood things, no nostalgia gnawed at him. He just wanted to get the work done over with. His mom and grandma hadn't spoken in...years. There was a huge family feud because reasons; his mom and grandma disagreed, they weren't speaking- hadn't spoken in years since the last Easter fight- so now his mothers did nothing on Easter. They didn't celebrate Easter, hence cleaning out the attic. He missed the rest of his family. He wanted to celebrate Easter. Hell, he'd even go to church. In fact, after he finished up here, he was heading off to his grandma's. Just because his mother was an obnoxious cunt was no reason *he* wasn't allowed to talk to the rest of the family. He just did it behind her back. At 21, he was moved out and on his own in a small studio apartment he shared with several roommates. "Dick, are you finished yet? We're getting ready to go through all the summer stuff we have in storage." His mom called out. "I tried to order a pizza, but the pizza shop was closed. How stupid." Richard rolled his eyes. "It's a holiday. Of course they're closed." He muttered to himself, then raised his voice, "I told you, after the attic, I'm leaving." "Nonsense! You said you'd help out. Why waste the day? What else are you doing?" His mom stuck her head into the hallway, where Richard had dragged all the attic paraphenalia. "I'm hanging out with a friend. I said I'd help with the attic. Which I have done. I'm sure strong, independent women like you can handle the rest of your house." Richard stood up with his old diaper genie tucked under his arm. He pushed past his mother before she could keep arguing. He knew her little game- she suspected where he was going, and she didn't want him going there. He breezed through the house and out into the Easter cold, carrying the diaper genie to the garbage. It was coated with years of dust and attic grime. He wrinkled his nose as dust whipped up on the breeze. He sneezed, dropping the diaper pail; it rolled in the snow. Cursing, he picked it up and brushed the snow off. The wet snow removed layers of dust and dirt as he wiped them away. The diaper genie suddenly grew warm under his chilly bare flesh. He blinked, picked it up, then dumped it on top of his old potty chair. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and turned to head to his car. A girl sat on the hood of his car. She had golden skin, long black hair pulled into a ponytail and bound with a golden band. She wore a harem outfit of ruby red and had big, gold, dangly hoop earrings. She looked like she was dressed as Jasmine from Aladdin. Richard blinked. "Um. That's a nice costume, but it's not Halloween. And it's a little cold out. Could you please get off my car?" The girl giggled as she slid off the car. "It's not cold out at all. Don't you just love the snow, Dicky? It's just sand and more sand where I come from. And heat. Lots of heat. And sand. Did I mention there was a lot of sand?" He'd never seen the girl before. "Uh....how do you know my name?" She'd probably heard his mother screeching. Like, duh. "Who are you?" "Of course I know your name, silly! I know everything! All about your family! At least, all about your family ever since your mother's babyshower, when she got the diaper genie." "Um. What?" "Don't you get it? I'm the diaper genie!" The girl gesticulated wildly. Richard stared. He blinked. She puffed her cheeks out. "You know! The genie of the diaper pail! Okay, I'll grant you, it's a little odd. We genies usually come from lamps. But this was...extenuating circumstances that trapped me in the diaper genie. But you set me free, so you get some wishes. Or something like that. That's how it normally goes, right?" Richard blinked. He blinked again. He stared then he blinked some more. He blinked and stared and stared and blinked. And so on and so forth. Then he burst out laughing. "Okay, haha. Very funny. Where's the hidden camera?" Genie's cheeks puffed up like puffer fish again. She stamped a foot and her golden ankle bracelets jingled. "I'm not joking! I have magical powers!" She snapped her fingers and the garbage cans danced. Richard stared. "Right....so you're a genie imprisoned in the diaper pail, and I set you free? Why didn't you ever come out for my mom? We sure could've used your help when I was growing up. " "Because I don't like her. She's like a yappy, mean chihuahua you just wanna punt over a fence. And technically the term is djinn, but genie is the more familiar lexicon in this part of the world." "...Wait, you're saying you can pick who you show yoursself to? And you don't really seem to know about the wishes, either." Richard crossed his arms. "You should've done your research to make this prank seem more authentic." "Well...." Genie bit her lip and looked sideways. "Rules have never really been my thing, you know? C'mon, you're breaking your mother's rules, sneaking off to grandma's to play with the Easter Bunny. Oh, that reminds me! You really should get a diaper on!" "What are you on about?" Richard jerked back like she'd slapped him at the mention of diaper. His cheeks flared bright red and he pretended like he never heard it. "I'm majoring in mythology. I know about djinn. Genies. And those rules are more like nature's laws. Like gravity. You don't get to choose what rules you follow." Now Genie blushed. "Oh, hey! You're Mommy's looking out the window. I think she might come outside. We'd better get going." "Yes, I'd better leave. Happy Easter." Richard walked past the strange girl, shaking his head. She really was pulling his leg. He got into his car and drove away, watching the strange girl disappear in his rearview mirror. He was almost at his grandma's house. In his car. By himself. No strange girl in a hot Halloween costume around. "Dicky, you REALLY, REALLY, REAALLLLLYYYYYYY should put a diapee on." Genie spoke with an echo that is written in all capital letters for extra empahsis on how echoy and important it is. Or was. Let's have fun switching up tenses cuz YOLO. I mean, reasons. "AH! GAH! IT'S YOU!" Richard shouted in surprise, jerking the wheel. The car almost hit an 18 wheeler, but the steering wheel magically maneuvered the car back into it's own lane and began driving all on its own. Richard tried to place his hands on the wheel and got a sharp static shock. "Ah!" He cried in pain, tried to touch the wheel, and got zapped again. "Relax, I got the wheel. " Genie waved her hand. "How are you doing that!" Richard stared in awe, watching his car drive itself. "Magic. I told you, I'm a genie." Genie giggled. He tried to touch the wheel again, but his palms were stinging. So he just sat and stared. "Now, about getting you diapered-" "Why the hell would I need a diaper?" Richard blushed again. "Because...well...there is kinda sorta a teensy, tiny, itty bitty price to pay for having an all powerful, magnificent, hot, sexy, beautiful, charming, most gorgeous genie granting you wishes. Like, I'm kinda sorta attached to you now. I came out of a diaper pail. Do you see where this is heading?" "No?" Richard still stared at his self-driving car. Genie face palmed. "Like, my magic kinda intereferes with your bodily functions. Or something. I don't know the science or rules behind it. " She shrugged. "I didn't think you'd really mind much. You like diapers- you have a whole closet full of them. And you go on all those diaper forums and stuff." "HEY! HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!!!!!!" Richard yelled. "ARE YOU SOME PERVERT WHOSE BEEN SPYING ON ME?" "No! US GENIES KNOW ALL!" Genie shouted back just cuz. "Anyway, you're gonna be, like, needing diapers. I mean NEEDING them. Like, you're not potty trained anymore." "Are you saying I'll be peeing myself?" "Among other things. Yes." "So...like, Aladdin needed diapers? That explains the baggy pants." "Well. No. I don't really know how it goes with Aladdin. I only saw the Disney movie when you and your mom watched it at home. But that was more of a traditional genie. I'm more...unconventional. Yes, unconventional! I like that word, it really fits. I'm an unconventional genie." "From a diaper genie." Richard snorted, now used to the idea of his car driving itself. He looked at her. "So, like...I get three wishes? Then afterwards, you disappear? You're freed? How does all this work?" "Gah! Stop pressuring me!" Genie yanked on her long ponytail. "I don't really know! I've never done this before, and I really suck with rules. I'm just kinda winging it as a I go along. I was attached to the diaper genie, now I'm attached to you. Three wishes is so boring, anyway. I've been cooped up for so long. So let's just have fun and make it up as we go along!" "Okay, then. I wish myself potty trained." Richard rolled his eyes. "Um. It doesn't work like that. I can't change that. I can magic you up a big training potty that plays music when you 'flush' the handle? Or how about a nice, super thick diaper with little rattles and blocks? What color? White diapers are so boring. But I really need to get some padding on you before....oh. Um." "What?" Richard started then gasped as his crotch suddenly felt wet and warm. He'd peed! He just pissed himself without warning! "I PEED! WHAT THE HELL!!" "Relax! I told you this would happen. Well, now you know I wasn't lying!" Genie grinned. She snapped her fingers; the inside of the car filled with red smoke and sparkles. Richard coughed. When the smoke cleared, his pants were down his ankles and he sat in a big, puffy, GINORMOUSLY SUPER DUPER SO BIG IT MUST BE DESCRIBED IN ALL CAPS diaper. It was yellow with Easter eggs plastered all over the tape panel. His jeans wouldn't fit over the diaper CUZ IT WAS LIKE SO, SUPER BIG. "What? My family can't see me like this! Couldn't you put me in a medical diaper? Genie, I wish for a medical diaper!" Richard hollered out desperately. "Um. I'll try?" Genie snapped her fingers. The diaper just grew EVEN BIGGER!!!! "Oops." She giggled as he glared at her. "Here, I'll fix your pants!" She snapped her fingers again. Another puff of smoke, some glitter, and his jeans now covered his diaper. Except they had elastic wasteband and snaps running down the inseams. "Uh-oh. Um...no one will notice? Just tell them it's the latest French fashion? Besides, everyone will be busy looking at me, your stunningly perfect girlfriend!" She grinned. Richard blinked. "Um...I'm gay...and my family knows it." "Got a boyfriend?" "No..." "Well, now you've got a girlfriend." "It doesn't work like that." "Then how else are you going to explain me?" "Um...do you have to come?" "Yes! I'm attached to you. You can't get rid of me even if you wanted to. So, me being your girlfriend totes explains us always being together!" Genie grinned. "No one will believe it." "I know, I'm like way out of your league." "That's not what I meant." "Then you figure an excuse out." Genie stuck her tongue out at him.