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  1. Absolute moron chiming in here, has anyone considered just ignoring things that have no effect on anyone besides the parties involved? Lets focus on what we all have in common guys!

  2. On 7/6/2023 at 2:35 AM, oznl said:

    It my darker "Black Mirror" moments I wondered if the site was a honeypot designed to find out who came nibbling but I would have thought a honeypot would have had had, well, some kind of metaphorical honey...

    How about an AI created algorithm targeting us for market growth?

  3. Something Wicked This Way Comes was for sure one of things that struck a nerve the first time seeing if that makes sense and even if it didn't it's still a solid piece of fiction.

    One of the things I find really cool is that the artist, Alberto Vargas, who is known for being the source/inspiration/creator of World War Two American GI Pin Up girl art. In addition to this he later would go on to work for Hugh Hefner in his future career.

    Also he made this artistic depiction of his wife and I believe was published in Vanity Fair 30'sish?
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    Also the infamous Chapter 19 from Goosebumps
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  4. We are easy fodder on their frontlines of "ratings: the war" lol
    EDIT: wait shit we are being politicized not good, I gotta see what Tucker Carlason has to say about this



    All things considered the community is really good at self insulating against these type of things at this point, some of us even have a sense of humor about it these days.

    Comparatively speaking to what else is going for other and getting their rocks ummm we are actually pretty normal until brainwash baby island or the cruise ships become a reality...

    Is anyone else struck by the notion that AI, targeted ad's, and always collecting big data spreadsheet tied to you as an captive consumer might create a situation where the AI is now driving the ad targeting with the goal of increased revenue every quarter. Will it push diapers on us/into all the time regardless of our desire for 24/7 wear?

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  5. Many can a-test to answer "Uhhh since I can remember, always I guess... maybe?" when asked one question.

    While I might be a world class moron I have been lurking or involved in some manner for 20-21 years cause of a fucking goodnites ad in a magazine.

    Premiumly "autistic" about the dumbest shit like "HOW DO I GET MY TAPES PERFECT?!?!?"
     

    You don't, none of us ever do and I still find myself occasionally doing whole gotta make things look right against making sure its fitted correctly...

    Honestly we are pretty tame and run of the mill honestly, the rest of those nutjobs not us are the issue/different breed.

    Yup, perfectly normal we are.

  6. Welcome to the team!

    Sooooo while yopu may have had a diagnosis of ADHD by one provider another provider might class those same characteristics into a different "mystery silo term" (Spectrum disorder, neruo divergent, w/e tiktokers are self diagnosing with)...

    I have been through medications most of my life managing my "ADHD" but have been looking into CBT for actual management of this shit.

    CBT is cognitive behavioral therapy, generally it consist of AT LEAST these basic components.
    -One hour a week in clinical settings
    -Accurate and defined desired/expected outcome for targeted behavior being addressed
    -Usually some sort of device to aide in the ability of maintaining SET cognitive state in patient allowing to them keep the corrective patterning behavior in their active train of thought for the the duration of the hour.

     

     

    blah blah blah also I am not a doctor I just steal these lab coats.

  7. @as_a_fox

     

    Credé maneuver

     

    Valsalva maneuver

     

     

     

    A: This technique is thought to work because an increase in carbon dioxide in the bloodstream has been reported to reduce anxiety and induce relaxation in some patients. This technique is well suited for people who can usually urinate around others once they get a stream started, but have difficulty starting the stream.  Monroe Weil, Ph.D. reported using it successfully in three patients.[xi] A brief description of the technique follows.

    1. Discuss this technique with your physician first before using it.  Even after getting an OK from your doctor, if you experience any kind of abnormal reaction be sure to let your doctor know before proceeding any further with this technique.  Before attempting to use breath holding in a restroom, practice holding your breath. Start out holding for 10 seconds, then 15, increasing the time in gradual increments.  Practice often in different settings. Pay attention to your body’s response to holding your breath. If you are feeling anxiety or panic while not in a restroom, you’ll need to do more practice. Since the issue we’re dealing with is anxiety while urinating, it won’t be productive to do something in a restroom that is increasing your fear. When you can hold your breath for 45 seconds and feel calm during the process, you are ready.
    2. Your first attempt should be in a place where you can feel comfortable, such as at home or an empty public restroom, so that you can be free of distractions or anxiety triggers. If the technique is working you will experience it in a variety of ways. Some describe it as the “pelvic floor dropping”, or an unstoppable relaxation of the urinary sphincter muscle; others say it will make you feel temporarily
      incontinent. Your level of urgency should be moderate to strong, but not extreme. Take your position either in the stall or urinal, breathe normally, and then exhale about 75% of your breath. Do not take in a big gasp of air before exhaling. You’ll have too much oxygen in your lungs and it will blunt the effect. It’s also important to not exhale completely. There needs to be some air left in the lungs. When holding your breath, pinch your nose if you have to. After about 45 seconds you should experience the pelvic floor “drop” and your stream will start.  Once the stream starts if you start clamping up just exhale again and your stream will return. If your lungs are empty, you may need to take in a small breath and then resume holding it.
    3. If you find the technique helps you start urinating, with practice it will work at any level of urgency, in every place.  Continue practicing and eventually it should be possible to reduce the time required to start urinating. Some people start holding their breath as they approach the restroom so the time required at a urinal or stall is reduced accordingly.
    4. Some people using the technique report that it works best if a person has a low level of anxiety in the restroom. A period of graduated exposure and support group work may be needed to reduce the level of fear in a public restroom to the point where the technique begins to work. So if you are trying it and not getting any results, continue with your recovery program and try it again a few months down the road. The amount of reduction of the tension in the bladder neck and sphincter provided by breath holding may only be enough to offset a certain level of anxious tension in those areas. If a person is freaking out in the restroom, no amount of breath holding might work.

    Some additional notes on breath holding:

    If you find the technique useful, after practice it will work even with a low level of urgency or none at all.  At this point if it is necessary to empty the bladder in a crowded situation, before a trip, or to avoid waking up at night, breath holding works every time.

    During the practice period, some people who reported a great deal of fear holding the breath for a long time have persisted and found that the desired effect on easing urination happens once they overcome the fear. If this applies to you, try to stay with the practice and get past the fear. Many believe they will faint if they hold their breath for too long, but that is not a serious danger. If you have the level of control to starve yourself of air to the point of fainting, once you faint you’ll start breathing again. If you’re very concerned, then try holding your breath at a doctor’s office where emergency help is available. Most people report they can urinate after around 45 to 60 seconds of breath holding. That’s a long time, but if you are healthy it’s not dangerously long.

    There is one side effect of the technique, which is that it can also relax the anal sphincter. So if a person needs to deal with that, visit a stall and take care of #2 before practicing at urinals.

    Below is a personal account from someone who has tried this technique and uses it successfully:

    This would not be complete w/o a sports analogy. When I first started skiing really steep
    slopes, almost extreme terrain, I was with a group of very good skiers. I’m a good black diamond, mogul skier and these folks were way above that. Our ski instructor/guide told me that the only way I could get down the slope was to have courage. I had to trust my ability to slow my skis with all the techniques had previously learned. You must have the courage to see this through. It is worth it, trust us! You will not faint or pass out but you probably will gasp for air, at that point you are close. Very close, stay with it. If you do gasp for air, just suck in a little and hold your breath again.

    For those of us doing it properly it works every time in every condition.  For me troughs at Steeler games, planes, bars, everywhere. As a matter of fact sometimes I’m very tense just from holding my breath and being stiff or whatever, but I know if I see it through it works. Once the stream starts if you start clamping up just exhale again and your stream will return. For those of us practicing for years, usually once our stream starts we can keep it going.

    Over time a lot more people will become comfortable with the technique. Again, it does not improve your primary AP, although my secondary AP is almost non-existent. I find myself making plans and doing things with people and places that I would have avoided. I’m not thinking about AP. Then later it dawns on me “oh my gosh, I just decided to go to such and such with so and so w/o thinking about where I’m going to pee.  Pretty Cool.

    One warning about using this technique: In some individuals with panic disorder, it has been reported that elevated levels of carbon dioxide can cause symptoms of increased anxiety and panic. If you notice this happening and the symptoms do not improve with practice, then the technique may not be useful for you, or won’t become useful unless the panic disorder is treated.

  8. On 10/2/2022 at 6:13 PM, Spargano said:

    This is what I did too. Getting the pressure off helps tremendously. There are 2 other features that help. 1) trust your protection or being willing to leak all over yourself as holding back or stopping the flow will actually work against your overall training. 
    2) even with step one you still may find it hard to initiate while driving. A trick I did when the urges hit was to conscientiously NOT think so that the body would take over as I relaxed. I did this by mentally talking to myself with a game of “I see”

    ”red ford mustang”

    ”green jeep”

    “Mayflower moving truck”

    etc.

    eventually the bladder would boil over and I would void. While I can wet easily while driving now, I still occasionally have to lift myself up to relieve the pressure if there is a blockage.

    Excellent tip!

    I use the same trick outside of this situation for relaxing in awkward positions but doing mental math instead lol!

  9. Generally go smooth as all aforementioned, hygienic culture in normie land has generally caught up with this topic so anyone concerned about broaching social norms quit panicking (although they are watching you). Personally use cheap yellow bics and a light hand, the cheap yellow bics are for building the skins toughness?

     

  10.     I woke up and turned on the news to see that the headline was that human-driven cars were now banned everywhere. I wasn't really surprised, nobody really cared that much and most of the more progressive states like her own, Oregon and New York had already banned it years ago. Driver's licenses had fallen so dramatically after self-driving cars became more and more popular that nobody was really protesting except the small minority that was obsessed with "technology leading to the decline in self-responsibility." I laughed at that sentiment, I was completely responsible in her own life!

        "Kara, are you up? I made breakfast," my robot, Evangeline walked into the room, peeking first.

        "Yeah, I'm up," I said, looking at the huge, feminine form of my robot standing in my room. Evangeline was the latest model in domestic robots. Initially they were human-sized and meant do do chores and take care of children while mothers and fathers worked outside of the home, but now with so few people needed in the workforce the company that made them, Caretaker Robotics, decided they needed a newer model, and so released a much bigger domestic robot for families or people without children. Evangeline was tall, curvy and had long blonde hair. She looked so realistic that I sometimes forgot she was a robot.

        "Well, come on, breakfast isn't going to eat itself!"

        I got up lazily, still in my pajamas. The breakfast was good, and I ate slowly as Evangeline cleaned the house.

        Finally after several minutes of eating and staring off into space Evangeline spoke.

        "Don't you need to be heading to work?"

        I looked at the clock and, seeing it was ten in the morning I got up quickly from my seat.

        "Oh crap, I'm going to be late if I don't hurry!"

        "Do you want me to pack you a lunch?" Evangeline asked, moving quickly to grab my shoes and hand them to me.

        "Nah, I think I'll be fine, bye!" I said, heading out the door still in my pajamas.

        My car was waiting in the parking lot outside my apartment building. As it sensed me approaching, it immediately opened a door and I jumped in. The car's interior was almost bare, save for a couple compartments and two front seats, and two back seats. One of the front seats was huge, able to fit one of the massive robots like Evangeline, the seat I sat in was much smaller and more padded like the back seats so it could protect the fragile humans that would sit in them.

        "Good morning Kara!" a male voice exclaimed.

        "Morning Lionel, listen, can you get me to work double-quick today?" I asked.

        "Certainly Kara!" Lionel said, and I could feel the car pull out of the parking spot. A five-point harness clasped itself around my body and I sighed.

        "Do I really have to buckle up? It's so uncomfortable." I asked.

        "Kara," Lionel began, "You know the rules, I have to buckle you in, it's the rules and it keeps you safe. I'll get replaced if they catch you not buckled in! You don't want me replaced, do you?"

        I remained silent and just looked through the window the rest of the ride, mildly disgruntled that I had to wear the five-point harness in the car.

        Jenkins parked in the company parking lot, I thanked him and ran into the building as he pulled out and drove home. Evangeline needed to run some errands and things every day, so Lionel dropped me off at work and then went back home.

        I entered the office building, the secretary, a robot of the same model of Evangeline, Roxanne, greeted me.

        "Hey! I thought you weren't coming in today," She said as I passed the front desk.

        "Nah, I decided to anyway. There's not much to do at home so I'm coming in to feel productive."

        Roxanne smiled, "Well, there's coffee waiting for you in the break room when you need it, have a good day!"

        I walked into the main offices and went straight to my desk in the nearest left corner of the room. The office building had slowly been hemorrhaging workers since robots began to take jobs, so more and more desks lay empty as people retired or quit working due to lack of need. There were around 20 desks still occupied, and the people, my coworkers, sat and chatted cordially while the computer screens behind them flickered and flashed with reports and figures, all being done automatically.

        There was no real difference in productivity between an occupied desk and an unoccupied desk, their computer screens flickered all the same as the few remaining workers talked over coffee. The company couldn't fire us and simply replace us with a computer, that would be against the law, but they slowly made us do less and less, until it was basically a social club in an office.

        "Hey guys!" I said, taking a seat in my chair. A robot passed me, so I called out, "Hey Elizabeth, could you get me a coffee?"

        "Sure!" the robot said as she walked towards the break room."

        "Hey Kara, how's it going?" Sally, the girl in the cubicle across from me said.

        I turned quickly to accept the coffee from Elizabeth before responding. My hand tried to twist off the no-spill top to the mug, but it soon remembered that it was fastened on and required a special robotic tool to remove.

        "I'm doing fine, I'm really struggling trying to find space in my apartment for a new room," I said, taking a sip of coffee. All the robots knew I liked my coffee pretty hot, but they weren't allowed to give me any kind of coffee that wasn't barely above lukewarm. Still I drank it.

        "On really? What are you trying to add?" She asked.

        "Oh, nothing really special. I've been trying to get with the times and add a new closet and storage room."

        "Wow, is this your first one? I've got two!" Sally said, smiling.

        "Really? I thought you have the same apartment model as me? Did you combine your video game and tv rooms together?" I asked, intrigued.

        "Well, I just converted two rooms to closets. My robot, Katherine now sleeps in the guest room, and there's no bathroom in the house anymore."

        I furrowed my brow, "what?" I asked.
        
        "Oh, have I never told you?" Sally asked, shocked with herself, "You've never been in my apartment?"

        "Sally, I swear to god if you talk about that depraved," I heard someone begin to shout over Sally's cubicle wall.

        "Oh shut up Billy! You always talk about that stupid self-determination crap when I talk about my life!" Sally interrupted.

        "This technology shit will be the end of us!" Billy shot back.

        "Get with the times, you still think everyone should work! It's the present, grampa! Robots do it better!"

        Billy quieted down and began muttering about depravity and degeneracy. I heard him flick his lighter open as he began to heat his coffee himself. Sally crossed her arms and frowned, staring at the floor.

        "Is there anything wrong sweetie?" Elizabeth said, her back walking into my vision. Elizabeth was the floor manager for the office, but now with everything done on computers she usually settled the petty office drama and kept an eye on us to make sure we weren't doing anything bad or dangerous.

        "Billy's just being mean to me again!" Sally said, not looking up at Elizabeth.

        "Alight honey, I'll take care of it," she said. She took a cookie out of her pocket, crouched down, and handed it to Sally

        Sally brightened up as she heard Elizabeth scold Billy from across the cubicle wall.

        "Billy, you know what I've said about being mean to the other workers! I think you're going to have to sit in human resources for a while with Victoria to get this situation handled!"

        A small pause occurred, and then protests from Billy were heard.

        "Ow, hands off me bitch! Whatever happened to the three laws of robotics?"

        "They don't apply to troublemakers! And what's this, a lighter? You were supposed to turn this in years ago! You should be thankful I'm not going to take you to the police!"
        
        Billy's protests were heard dying away as Elizabeth dragged him off to human resources and the human resources manager, Victoria.

        Sally was smiling devilishly, "He's going to get spanked by Victoria. That's what they did to me a couple months ago when I was caught swearing."

         "So," I continued, not really bothering to talk about what just happened, "what were you going to tell me?"

        "Oh, yeah!" She said, "well, I found out a way to make robots even more helpful, and a way to get an extra room in your house!"

        I was intrigued.

        "You just have to change how your robots view you! See, right now your robots probably view you as you actually are, the young, intrepid twenty-four year old girl, and treat you accordingly, right?"

        I nodded.

        "Well, my robots do things for me that yours won't even consider! It feeds me, dresses me, pushes me around town, it wakes me up, helps me go to sleep, it lets me eat wherever I want too!"

        "What?" I asked again, "how?"

        "It's all in how my robots see me! See, I found a way to reprogram them to make them "see" you as a baby, and then you get your extra room and you live life easy! Tons of people have actually done this already, but I'm probably one of the few that still work."

        I frowned, "This doesn't seem that great. I mean, you lose every kind of control, right?"
        
        "Of course, there are some downsides, like I have to wear diapers now," Sarah pulled up her dress to show me.

        The diaper was hugely thick, to the point where I felt stupid for not catching it before. It had little baby blocks all over it too, and was pearly white. I was kind of taken aback by seeing Sally in diapers, since I saw them as this babyish thing.

        "But there's no problem with that, toilets are completely irrelevant now that you have robots that can help you and change you!" Sally exclaimed.

        I still frowned slightly. I didn't really grow up with babies, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that acting like a baby wasn't really the right or correct thing to do. Somewhere in the back of my mind my conscious told me that total dependance was a bad thing.

        "If you want to check it out, you can come sleep over with me tonight. We can leave after lunch break," Sally said.

        I silenced the voice in the back of my head, "Sure".

        She smiled.

        First I called Lionel and Evangeline to tell them I was sleeping over at Sally's apartment, Evangeline asked if I needed a bag with some extra clothes or something, so I looked over to Sally, just to eyeball her size and see if I could probably fit in her clothing, but she wasn't there. I looked around for a brief moment, and then simply said I didn't need it.
        
        After a couple minutes Sally reappeared walking next to Elizabeth, holding her hand.

        "Where were you?" I asked. She smiled again and pointed towards her crotch. I understood completely what she meant.

        A while passed before Sally and I talked again. I saw her look at the clock on her desk and turn to me.

        "It's lunch break, lets get out of here."

        I got up immediately, but Sally turned and grabbed a massive bag from under her desk. As I was walking out of the office space I peered inside and saw four or five diapers, a pacifier and other babyish items. I turned a little red in the face.

        As we walked past Roxanne, she called to us, "Are you girls going out for lunch, or clocking out?"

        Sally spoke for both of us, "I think we're leaving for the day, Roxanne, see you tomorrow!"

        "Oh, man, Elizabeth made mac and cheese for you and your colleagues, your favorite! Ah well, have a good day!" She replied as we walked out of the building.

        Sally placed her pacifier in her mouth and began to suck instinctively as we walked to her car. The door automatically opened and we sat down inside the car. I watched confused as I saw Sally in the backseat with me, but I shrugged it off as base preference.

        "Good afternoon Sally!" A male voice rang out, "Who's your friend here?"

        Sally wasn't answering, so I spoke up, "I'm Kara."

        "Well that's nice, hi Kara! Let's get you both home so you two can have some lunch with Katherine!"

        The car began to move and the five-point harnesses strapped themselves around us. I sighed, but Sally barely seemed to notice.
            
        "So do you have this model too?" she mumbled around her pacifier.

        It took me a second to comprehend what she said, partially because the pacifier in her mouth made her almost unintelligible, but also because I was staring at her diaper, as the five-point harness had pushed up the hem of her dress so far that almost her entire diaper was shown as it strained against the tight harness.

        "Oh, yeah, they're pretty nice, right?"

        "Yeah, they're a comfortable ride."

        Once we entered Sally's neighborhood she turned to me.

        "So," she said, still mumbling around her pacifier, "you've got two options, you can participate in what I'm doing or you can be a passive observer, it's what you want. If you want to just observe, that's fine, she'll treat you like you are, but if you want to see how it really feels to be treated like I'm treated you need to do some things before we pull into the parking lot and Katherine comes to get us out of the car."

        "Maxamillian!" she called, "Can you stop somewhere please, I feel carsick."

        "Certainly Kara!" Maxamillian replied, pulling into an abandoned parking lot and stalling the car.

        "Now," Sally turned to me, "do you want to participate or just watch?"

        I thought for a while, "sure, I'll participate,", I said.

        Sally grabbed three baby bottles from her bag, "drink," she said.

        Initially I tried to remove the top nipple to the first bottle, but, just like the coffee cups at the office they were sealed on.

        After drinking the three bottles Sally handed me a pacifier and we were on our way. I could feel the urge to go increasing.

        "Are you sure Katherine won't just put me in pull ups or something? I mean, one accident isn't that much."

        "No," Sally said, "it's not about just wetting your pants, its looking like its just a daily thing. You've got to sell the fact that wetting your pants on accident is a normal occurrence to you. Besides, I don't have pull ups, so you'll be in diapers for sure. Whether you wet yourself in the car and she sees the aftermath or you wet right in front of her doesn't matter."

        Really if she said yes I would've been more comforted, so her response brought a sense of doom and irreversibility of my actions. The final realization that I was in too deep to back out came when I remembered that there was no bathroom in Sally's apartment.

        We stopped at a stoplight and I felt like dying. Mentally I just wanted it to end, knowing that whatever happened my situation was reversible and temporary, physically, however, my body was straining against the urge to pee, causing me to rock and tremor violently against the five point harness of the carseat, part of me trying to let go and the other part trying to hold on.

        "Just relax!" I heard Sally call from the other side of the car. "I'm trying!" I called back.

        I turned and saw her frown from behind her pacifier, "You'll need to get used to this if you decide to live like this, and learn to relax and just let it out!"

        "I'm not going to be able to live like this if every time I try and use a diaper I have a fit like this!"

        Sally just smiled, "just relax," she kept repeating.

        My discomfort peaked, and my muscles stopped contorting only after I could feel pee escape into my seat. It was like the opposite of orgasm, the climax of displeasure as opposed to the climax of pleasure.
        
        "Good job," Sally said, as if wetting my pants was some kind of achievement, "Just in time too."

        Katherine was wearing something odd for a robot. Instead of a utilitarian white plastic dress like most of the robots wore, Katherine was wearing a flowing, flowery dress along with red flats instead of simply bare feet.

        The car pulled into the spot nearest to the robot, and she walked over as both doors opened. She peered into the car.

        "Hey Sally baby, hows it going?" Sally lit up, giggling, laughing and bouncing, creating a symphony of crinkling sounds as Katherine pulled her out of the car along with her diaper bag.

        "Who's your friend?" I heard Katherine say as she walked around the backside of the car.
        
        "Kara!" Sally exclaimed, "She's my friend from daycare!"

        "Daycare?" I thought to myself, "Is that what her robot thinks she goes to?"

        I saw Katherine's face appear to my left. Her big smile and bright blue eyes welcomed me as she put her arm under me and lifted me off of the seat, revealing the large wet spot. I had never been this close to a robot's face before, and never realized how big they really were until now. Evangeline was helpful and I loved her, but she wasn't the smiling, gigantic maternal figure that Katherine was. I felt very small being held by her.

        "What's this, did you have an accident?" She asked, in half mock, half serious surprise. I nodded, half acting and half genuinely meek in the close presence of such an animated robot.

        "Well sweetie, we'll get you clean when we get into the apartment, do you have anything else in the car?"

        I shook my head.

        As Katherine held us in the elevator, Sally gave me a thumbs up from across Katherine's body. I sighed again, not really knowing what I was getting myself into.
        
        We walked into the apartment and immediately Katherine made a beeline into Sally's bedroom to get me and Sally checked and changed. As we entered, I was completely blown away. There was a crib, a changing table filled to the brim with diapers, a toy chest with toys practically spilling out of the top and a huge rocking chair only meant for a robot.

        "Let's check you first Sally, then I'll get little Kara changed!" Katherine said, placing two fingers in Sally's diaper.

        "Wow, you must've gotten changed fairly soon, usually by this time of day you're a little fountain!" Sally giggled.

        We were both then placed on the ground and Sally was allowed to waddle towards the small play area in one corner of the room. Katherine pulled my pajama pants down before I could react, and I looked towards where Sally went off to, praying silently that she wasn't looking over in curiosity. Luckily, she was too busy intently moving her blocks around, sucking on her pacifier. I pondered her complete shift in mood as Katherine tore off my pajama shirt and lifted me onto the changing table in the same rough manner as she had taken off my pants.

        "She seemed so scatterbrained at work, but here she's so calm," I thought to myself as I lay naked on the changing table. "Could it be that this is better? I mean, even if Billy likes to claim that..." My thoughts were broken as I felt a cool baby wipe gently rub the lower part of my torso. My thoughts broken and my body shivering, Katherine shot me a smile as she sprinkled baby powder on the front of my nether regions. Grabbing my ankles, she pulled up the lower half of my body until half of my back was suspended in air, and then she gently placed me back down on an unfolded diaper. I could hear the soft crinkling as I was lowered down, and I could feel the new, fluffy softness of the diaper greet my bottom.

        As she pulled the front up and taped the diaper I began to realize that diapers are snug and diapers are also extremely thick. I could see the hulking mound of plastic bulging on my crotch, I could feel the tightness that all parts of it hugged my body with, and I found my legs unable to close due to the newfound thickness. I saw the small baby blocks dotting the front of the diaper, and also spotted the graphic on the front of the diaper in the likeness of Pooh Bear, something that I felt very embarrassed about. Again, I looked over to Sally, but she wasn't paying any mind to me or my situation, she was still completely focused on the blocks.

        Completely shutting my mind from the preconception of wearing a diaper that looked like one on an infant, I found myself quite comfortable. Even though it was thick, it was extremely soft, almost like wearing a pillow. Katherine sat me up and began to put a onesie on me. After clasping it up, she picked me up.

        "Come on Sally, it's time to get some lunch!" Katherine said, walking over and picking up Sally. I half expected Sally to dramatically break out of her realm of concentration on the blocks as if she was in some sort of trance, but she turned to look up at Katherine and smiled instead, extending her arms upward as Katherine picked her up.

        "Since we don't have two high chairs for the both of you right now, I think it'd be nice if we take this lunch outside, right sweeties?" Katherine asked, without really expecting an answer as she carried us out to the balcony.

        With a "I'll be right back sweeties, be good!", Katherine left us out on the concrete of the balcony. The balcony was actually pretty nice, there was a table that was way too big for Sally and I to sit in, a few hard plastic baby toys sized for us and the entire thing was rimmed with two layers of fencing, one the cast iron rails of the balcony and the other being a soft cloth barrier on the inside of the rails, obviously put up for our sake.

        Sally was sucked into a shape matching toy, so I grabbed the push along noisemaking toy, or whatever it's called, until Katherine reappeared with two plates and two bottles

        "Alright babies, eat up!" She said, placing the plates and bottles on the floor and taking a seat at the table. The plates had cut up chicken nuggets, little tiny tater tots and a small puddle of applesauce in one corner, but with no utensils.

        I began to halfheartedly eat the tater tots, taking up each individual one in my fingers and putting them in my mouth, one at a time.

        "Oh, Sally sweetie, don't be so messy honey!" My meal was interrupted by Katherine's call down to Sally. I looked over and saw Sally gorging on her food and making a giant mess. In her flurry of food, she noticed me staring at her with my clean face and fingers. Katherine left the balcony for some reason and Sally leaned over to me.

        "You're supposed to make a mess, it's fun!" She whispered to me, and I shrugged, grabbing a handful of tater tots and shoving them in my mouth. I felt something sticky hit my bare leg closest to Sally, and I looked over to see her completely destroying her applesauce, digging in and splattering it all over her face. Smiling at how silly she looked, I took a big glob of applesauce into my fingers and shoved my hand in my mouth. I tasted sweetness, but I really didn't swallow much as most of it slid down the front of my onesie and stopped at where my crotch met the concrete in a small mound. I happily grabbed another glob and shoved it in my mouth, inadvertently spreading it all over my lips. I could see Sally looking at me from the corner of her eye as she slapped her hand in her puddle of applesauce and began to lick her palm. I took it as a challenge, and grabbed my plate and began licking the applesauce off of it, hurrying to catch the big globs as they slowly ran down the front of the plate, missing most as they hit the front of my onesie. Sally giggled as if conceding defeat, and in submission to me she began to spread her applesauce all over her cheeks.

        "Oh, what are you two messy babies doing?" Katherine asked in mock scolding. We both looked up and saw her carrying a big plate of something, and as she placed the big plate of brownies on the ground, she began to mock scold us further.

        "I was going to bring napkins, or some kind of rag to clean you two after you ate these brownies, but if your behavior with the applesauce tells me anything, after eating these brownies I made for you two, you'll both need a bath!"

        The concept of bathing with Sally was unpleasant, but I was in such a good mood playing with the applesauce that I didn't really care. Sally didn't seem to care either as we both simultaneously dug into the plate of brownies with gusto.

        Even the initial grabbing of a brownie told us both that these brownies weren't really brownies. They were undercooked or something, because as we handled them and bit into them, the solid outer crust gave way to a gooey, semisolid interior. In short, we were doomed to make a mess.

        After the first brownie another challenge was set. Sally, seeking redemption for the applesauce debacle, began shoving brownies into her face as fast as possible. I watched initially, seeing how the uncooked inner core began to pile up outside of her mouth and drip down her face and dress. Not wanting to be shown up, especially with the audience of Katherine as she looked on with mild astonishment, I began grabbing brownies and shoving them in my face too.

        A few minutes later our faces were caked up and the brownies on the plate all but gone. Only the gooey core of the bottom brownies were still stuck to the plate, everything else Sally and I were either wearing or had eaten. Katherine, seeing her time to finish lunch grabbed the plates.

        "You've forgotten to drink your bottles sillies!" She said, pointing to the two bottles we hadn't noticed in front of us, "At least you can't make a mess with those." she muttered as she walked out with the plates.

        Sally grabbed her bottle and began to suck, pacing around the balcony. I grabbed the other bottle and remained sitting with my legs splayed, still kind of shocked about my immature behavior. It seemed so wrong, so stupid, but so fun!

        "Having fun?" Sally asked, practically reading my mind.

        "Yeah," I said, frowning in spite of my previous elated attitude, "I still don't get it, though, I can just tell Evangeline to do that for me and she'll do it, what's so special about being treated like a baby that allows you to do that when I can still get Evangeline to make me brownies and then make a mess of it on the balcony?"

        "See," She started, turning to face me, speaking around her bottle, "when you're an adult and you do that, she judges you, and if you tell her not to, the emotion isn't there in the action, and she expects more from you than just making a huge mess and expecting for it to be cleaned, even though if you did make a huge mess, she would still be there to clean it for you. The true freedom comes from the freedom of the robot's expectations of your behavior. As a baby to the robot, I can do literally what I want, when I want. Babies are arbitrary, illogical and dependent. There's no expectation of maturity there from the robot when it sees you as a baby. When your robot views you as an adult, you have some freedom, but the robot's reaction is based off of the chains of the robot's expectations of your behavior, and its emotional reactions are based on these expectations. You can still poop yourself and wear diapers when your robot sees you as an adult, but the emotional response of the robot is negative. When you're a baby and do pretty much anything, the response is pretty much a smile and a "babies will be babies!" from the robot.

        The fact is that this lifestyle isn't complete submission to your robot caretaker, that's already happened. Think about your life, and how you're living. Can't you see that everything is dictated by safety and the choices of Evangeline? You have no control over your life, the only way you can become free in this gilded cage is to clear its expectations of your responsibility and embrace your dependence on it. The shackles of societal expectations have decayed with the newfound self-sufficiency each individual has now, so the only thing that restrains us is the robots and their expectations of us."

        I sat staring, not really fully comprehending what she said as she squatted down in the middle of the balcony and pushed. I could see her diaper, peeking ever so slightly out from under the bottom of her dress begin to expand in the back ever so slightly, all while I heard the soft grunts from her and the slow crinkle of her diaper's expansion.
        
        I looked around at all the balconies around ours, and realized that potentially dozens of people could see us, dozens of people could've seen us spread applesauce and brownie on our faces, dozens of people could've seen us playing with the baby toys scattered around Sally's balcony, dozens of people could've seen Sally poop herself, right then, and dozens of people could see... my diaper.
        
        I then thought about some of Sally's words, and realized suddenly that their judgement and them seeing us didn't matter at all. The robot landlady wasn't going to kick us out, there were no trouble that could get us in hot water in work, and even if it did, work didn't matter, and there was nothing violent they could do to hurt us except yell some expletives out the window. Sally and I were, in essence, completely free from them and their effects.

        Realizing this, I unclasped and pulled my onesie off me. Sally, having finished messing herself, saw me decide to go in just a diaper, and responded by removing her dress.

        Her and I sat, playing with the shape matching toy until Katherine came out to get us.

        "I see you two've gotten started on the cleaning, huh?" She said, standing over us with a large wet rag.

        "Come here, you both need to get clean before you guys can come inside."     She grabbed me as I toddled over and gently rubbed my face and chest of applesauce and brownie batter until I was clean.

        She did the same to Sally and we were both let inside.

        "Alright sweeties, after lunch its nap time!" She said, I half expected Sally to react like a typical toddler, but instead she was rather excited, even smiling at the prospect of nap time.

        "But first!" Katherine said, standing over us, "I noticed when you two were walking in that someone is a saggybutt! Now, who pooped their pants?" She said, mocking some kind of interrogation. Sally pointed to me in obvious guilt, but I didn't react so Katherine descended on me first.

        "So, Kara, are you a saggybutt?" I shook my head quickly, but even then I could feel Katherine pat the back of my diaper, then squeeze it, then pull the back waistband away from my body to peer in.

        Releasing her grasp from my diaper waistband, she stood up dramatically.

        "After a thorough investigation, Kara is not a saggybutt!"

        She turned just as dramatically to Sally, who giggled, turned (revealing the back of her now sagging diaper) and began to try and run away. Katherine rushed easily and scooped her up, giggling and tickling her as Sally began to squeal with laughter.

        "It's you! You're the saggybutt!" she exclaimed. She then picked me up and took us both into Sally's bedroom.

        Now I sat in Sally's position, playing intently with the toys as she was changed. I tried to give Sally the same curtesy that she gave me when I was changed into a diaper, but I couldn't help but take a glance as her diaper was removed. Seeing the brown stain on her diaper brought me to the reality a little bit, and I was mildly surprised that she actually pooped herself, as if I thought the grunting and diaper expansion on the balcony was all a clever ruse.

        Katherine checked me, and after finding me dry placed Sally and I in her crib along with two bottles. I sucked slowly on the bottle, noting my growing urge to pee as I watched the mobile above the crib turn gently and listened to the lullaby play softly from the small speaker in the top. Sally was sucking on the bottle with her eyes closed, having wrapped herself in a blanket. I wasn't really used to "nap time" as a scheduled sleeping period, so I sat against the bars of the crib drinking the bottle and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

        Eventually my urge to pee became too much, and, remembering Sally's words I simply relaxed myself while still in my sitting position. To my surprise, I felt my bladder release and felt my diaper grow warm. It was comfortable, ironically. I didn't think sitting in my own piss was supposed to feel warm and uniquely but strangely pleasantly moist, but it did, and it felt like warm water. I watched the front of my diaper expand a little bit as it absorbed the wetting, but, because I didn't entirely let go due to my potty training so the outside of the diaper didn't change color at all.

        I was beginning to nod off due to boredom alone after a while until I heard Sally stir. Seeing her in the low light sit up and open her eyes woke me from my sleepy haze as well.

        "Good nap?" she asked.

        "I don't think I'm really used to the entire "nap" thing yet."

        Sally smiled groggily and stood up. She noticed her bottle wasn't completely finished, so she grabbed it and began drinking again, as if nothing really happened.

        "The clock says five minutes to three," she said, leaning on the bars of the crib, "so she should be in to get us soon."

        "Can't you just cry?" I joked.

        "MMmmm," she groaned, "too tired."

        We watched as Katherine gently opened the door to the nursery and, upon seeing us awake and standing up, dropped the facade and turned on the overhead light.

        "Good afternoon sweeties! How was our nap?" Sally didn't say anything, she just extended her arms in a wordless request to get out of the crib.

        Katherine lifted Sally out by her armpits and, after a quick diaper check deposited her on the floor. She did the same to me, except she discovered my wetness.

        "Oh, we've got a little wet one! Isn't it so much better to have a wet diaper than wet pants?" I knew her question was rhetorical, but I couldn't help but say, "Yes" as she lifted me onto the changing table. I looked over to see Sally smiling at me.

        Katherine changed me into a new diaper just as intimately as she had changed me into my first diaper. Humming softly as she did it, I felt completely relaxed.

        "Alright sweeties, it's playtime now. I'm going to go do some housework, so play nice, 'kay?" Katherine said.

        Sally and I both nodded, looking up at her from the floor. After she left I turned to Sally.

        "What now?" I asked.

        Sally smiled at me, "We play!" she squealed excitedly.

        She quickly waddled out of the open door into the hallway, and I followed. Following her lead, we both sat down on the living room floor in front of a whole bunch of toys, Sesame Street blaring on the TV far above our heads.

        "I prefer to stay and play here," She said, "but we could go cause some trouble or something if you want, do you want something to drink or eat?"

        I nodded, and then was surprised as Sally yelled "MOMMY!".

        I half knew that she was going to call Katherine, but I didn't expect Sally to throw around the M-word, especially when describing a robot.
        
        Katherine promptly appeared right in front of us, regrettably blocking the TV.

        "Me and Kara want a snack," Sally said simply.

        "Sure thing sweetie, but you have to eat in here, okay?"

        Sally nodded and Katherine walked off. After a while she returned with two big bowls of cheerios and two big bottles of milk.

        "Alright honeys, I don't completely trust you two to keep the mess in here, so as a result..."

        She opened a closet on the far wall of the living room and pulled out a playpen and a baby walker. Sally frowned slightly as Katherine picked her up and put her in the playpen, and I was kind of upset that I was being limited too as I was picked up and placed in the walker. Both of us thought better of our situations when Katherine placed the bottle and bowl of cheerios in front of us.

        Now unable to play with the toys due to the walker preventing me from bending down to pick them up, I was stuck with what the walker offered, and it didn't offer much. There was a tray that was occupied by my snack and a couple spinning toys and a soft alligator thing on a piece of plastic wire that was bouncy. Sally at least got a couple of toys in her playpen.

        Nonetheless, I persevered by watching Sesame Street and eating my snack, all while Sally played with her toys. Katherine walked by the living room a couple of times, carrying massive brooms, rags, vacuum cleaners and stacks and stacks of laundry.

        After Sesame Street ended a boring, modern kid's show came on. I was immediately uninterested with an object so far distant from my past childhood that I turned in disgust and decided to find more forms of entertainment. My snack was long gone and the simple things on my walker wouldn't work, so I decided to just bounce. Every time I bounced, I would crinkle loudly, and I could feel the poof as my thick diaper was smushed by the weight of me falling against the harness. I was bouncing as high as the small portion of my foot that could touch the ground while I was in the walker could allow, and each poof, crinkle and feeling of the soft padding getting smushed made me giggle with glee.

        I noticed a while into my bouncing that I was even making Sally jealous of me! I could see her frown in her playpen, her toys suddenly not sufficing as she saw me bouncing in the stretchy harness of the baby walker. I giggled even louder, mocking her in her state of jealousy. Huffing, she turned her back to me, grabbing a few of her toys and playing in an attempt to make me jealous.

        I payed little heed, looking around the room as I continued to bounce. The new show was sill on, but still I wasn't really interested, so I just payed attention to my rhythmic bouncing, staring up at the ceiling.

        "Kara honey, do you want to get out of the walker?" I heard Katherine say behind me, "It looks to me like you're a bit tired of it. Now that you've both finished your snacks how about I give both of you guys a little more room to play instead of a playpen and how far you can get in a walker, huh?"

        Before I could turn around I was lifted out of the walker by my armpits and placed on the ground. I looked up only to catch a view Sally's diapered behind high up in the air as she was gently placed in front of me. She had a smug smile on her face, thinking that some kind of karma was at hand. I payed little mind.

        "So, what else is there to do, where can we explore?"

        "Let's go back to my room!" Sally said, standing up, "there are better toys there anyway."

        Sally toddled off down the hall, and I got up and toddled right behind her. I never noticed how much the diapers spread my legs out while I walked because Katherine was carrying us everywhere, but now that I had to walk the twenty feet to Sally's bedroom I began to recognize my considerable waddle.

        I entered Sally's room and immediately looked around, confused, for Sally. Not finding her, I shrugged my shoulders and began wandering around the room. Stopping at the changing table, I was just tall enough to see all the different kind of diapers that Sally had on the bottom shelf of her changing table. I noticed the diapers we were wearing right now stacked on top of each other in the middle part of the shelf, but my eyes widened as I looked at the other diapers around it.

        The diapers in question I was most surprised by were the ones right by the diapers I was wearing. There were much less of these kind than the diapers I was wearing right now, but justifiably so, because they were twice as big. Gingerly, I took one of the massively thick diapers from the stack and, comparing it to my current type, saw that these diapers were about twice as thick too.

        I turned quickly as I saw Sally walking out of the closet, now sporting a pretty little pink dress, all frilly and nice, along with a little tiara.

        "We'll be in those for bedtime," she said "they're nighttime diapers, Katherine puts me in them for long trips too."

        She waddled over, "these," she gestured to the diapers on the other side of the ones we were wearing, "are my work diapers, they're much thinner so I can keep my life somewhat of a secret."    

        I nodded somberly, still staring at the massive hulking piece of plastic fluff that was to be my diaper for the night.

        "Well," Sally continued, "I've decided since we're a little bored with toys at the moment we could have a game of dress-up! How about that?"

        "Sure!" I exclaimed.

        "Alright. We have a while before Katherine comes to get us us for dinner. When she comes to get us, whoever she chooses as the most pretty wins!"

        I smiled, relishing at the chance of some competition.

        "Okay, what does the winner get?"
        
        Sally reciprocated my smile, albeit more mischievously, "It's not what the winner wins, but what the loser loses."

        My smile began to match hers in its mischievousness, she continued.

        "Loser has to drink, lets say, ten baby bottles at dinner, one after another."

        I giggled my acceptance, nodding.

        "But here's the catch, both of us have to use our diapers, right here, right now to seal the deal. Because we only have about an hour left after dinner before she puts us to bed, she'll put us into our nighttime diapers right before we sit down for dinner."

        "Meaning one of us will go to bed a wet little baby," I finished her thought, "I get it."

        "So you're in?" Sally said, "great, now you need to have a little "accident", because I've already had mine."

        I looked down at her diaper and sure enough, she had already wet considerably, enough that the blocks (which I now realized were wetness indicators, much to my own internalized embarrassment) were fading at the top of the front of the diaper, and had completely disappeared from the bottom.

        "Oh God, I guess winning this dress-up contest isn't going to be the hardest thing I need to do to win the bet," I joked.

        Sally laughed too. I began to relax with a sigh, and, still standing I tried to find somewhere in my bladder some pee to let out. Breathing deeply for a few seconds, the urge found me and I relaxed, letting it flow slowly out.

        Sally nodded in affirmation as we both watched the bottommost alphabet block wetness indicators begin to smudge ever so slightly.

        "Just keep trying as we dress up, now, lets go!" She said, sprinting as fast as her waddle would allow her into the cavernous closet. I ran in after her, but turned in the opposite direction as I got into the closet proper.

        As soon as I began to get my bearings within Sally's closet I was convinced it was bigger than her bedroom. I could hear the distant rustle of clothes to my right, but other than that there was complete silence. I looked up at the clothes above and, seeing that they were all overalls of different designs and patterns, I pushed through one side of them and moved on.

        After pushing through the clothes for what I was convinced was at least a yard or two, I hit the left wall of her closet, or at least the only part of the left wall not completely covered in clothes. There was a mirror about my height there, and so I decided to call it my base of operations.

        Standing there, looking around, I felt a twinge in my bladder. "Again?" I thought to myself before deciding it would take too long to actually let it out by relaxing and deep breathing. On top of the twinge in my bladder, I could feel something much deeper, a pressure in my bowels. Not wanting to think about messing myself, I shook the thoughts out of my head and focused on the task at hand.

        Looking up, there were several different styles of clothes represented. I stood with my back to the mirror, and on my left (towards the back of the closet) was onesies, in front of me (towards the other end of the closet) were shirts or tops, and finally to my right, where I had just came from, were overalls.

        I decided to be methodical about the process, so starting with the base, I pondered the merits of a t-shirt over a onesie, and vice versa. Standing on my tip-toes, I grabbed a couple choice selections from each section, choosing a couple solid-color onesies, but also one depicting a frog, and another christmas one. From the t-shirt side, all I could find was some tacky, graphic heavy Dora the explorer shirts, along with some ugly sequined "princess" tees and a vintage "Barbie" shirt.

        There wasn't much contest. Since my onesie or t-shirt was just something to go on under a more elegant outfit, I chose a simple white onesie. I simply threw all of the failed candidates in a small pile on the closet floor, trusting that Katherine would put them up.

        As I was putting on the onesie, I was having trouble snapping it up. I was standing upright, so when I went to snap up one side, as soon as I let it go the weight of my wet diaper would immediately unsnap the onesie. Finally, I laid down in the diaper changing position and snapped up the onesie that way. Standing up again, I could feel the onesie smush my diaper up against me. While it was a different feeling than just letting the wet diaper sag ever so slightly in the middle, it was rather comforting, like a security blanket dipped in warm water.

        Moving on, I decided to move towards the back of the closet in order to find some better clothes. I listened for soft rustling in the general direction I thought Sally was, but, hearing nothing, I delved further towards the back of the closet.

        Past the onesie section was the pajama section, and I smiled as I saw the cute bottoms of the pajamas with their snap-off behinds. Then, realizing how close I was to actually wearing one of those specimens to bed, my adoration became curiosity. Resisting the temptation, I pushed through the section, still marching towards the back of the closet.

        I greeted the back of the closet in astonishment to what I saw lay in the back of the closet. As I pushed through the final layer of babyish one-piece pajamas I was greeted by a wall of diaper cases. Looking left to right, I could see that they extended from wall to wall.

        In curiosity, I lifted a foot up onto the uncovered edge of one of the cases. Seeing another opening higher up, I placed my other foot on it. Soon, I was climbing at least seven feet up this wall of diapers to see the end of it. As I pulled myself up to stand on the top of the diaper cases, I saw that the wall actually was several feet thick, as the wall of the closet was several feet behind the wall of diapers. And even still, farther back the stacks of cases of diapers reached higher than what I had climbed, even reaching the ceiling in some places.

        Calculating quickly, at 100 diapers a case, with each case being ten inches high, and the shortest part of the wall being at least eighty inches high, and each row from far right wall to far left wall took at least twenty cases of diapers, I concluded that there was sixteen thousand diapers in one, one-diaper-case thick segment of this large mass of diaper cases. The numbers baffled me.

        As the spectacle wore off, I simply sighed, "Is this what happens when you have too much money coming each month?" I asked myself, plopping unceremoniously onto my diapered rear and hanging my feet off the cliff of diaper cases. Pushing off, I hit the ground softly and immediately continued my quest to find the perfect outfit.

        My hopes were dashed when I heard a "Sally! Kara! Time for dinner!" from Katherine in the kitchen.

        "Okay mommy!" I heard from inside the closet. Accepting my defeat, I walked towards Sally's room in shame.

        Sally, of course, knowing her closet and well acquainted with the literal thousands of diapers she held within had no trouble finding the cutest Tinkerbell dress with matching green shoes. Her diaper stuck out from under her dress, but was under green, snap-up onesie flaps. The sparkly sequins of her dress were perfectly complemented by the equally green and sparkly pacifier she was sucking, the front of it sporting a graphic of Tinkerbell herself.

        Sally smiled at me as I walked out of the closet in my white onesie.

        "I see we're going with the minimalist approach to fashion, hmm?" She mumbled around her pacifier. I didn't have time to flip her off as she turned around immediately and walked out. I followed into the kitchen.

        "Oh gosh, were you two playing dress up?" Katherine asked in surprise.

        "Yeah mommy, who do you think dressed up the best?" Sally asked, staring at me.

        I really wanted her to go all new age hippie on us and say that there was no clear winner, that we were both really cute and we both dressed up fine in order to save me from my inevitable loss, but instead she smiled.

        "Why, you dressed up the best, but you're both stripping down for dinner so you don't get your pretty clothes dirty!" She said, smiling as she got on one knee in front of Sally to undo her crotch snaps. I caught Sally smiling and looking at me smugly before her face was covered briefly by the fabric of her dress being pulled over her head.

        Katherine came to me next, and barely had to apply any force to the buttons, as they mostly snapped under the weight of my wet diaper.

        "Wow, you've used this a lot since I last checked you!" Katherine smiled, poking me in the stomach playfully. I couldn't help but giggle.

        "Alright!" Katherine said, "out to the deck with both of you!" She opened the door to the balcony and Sally and I both toddled through. As I walked out, I looked at all the other balconies around us, on all of the other apartment complexes near us. I wasn't embarrassed or afraid, I was simply acknowledging the fact that Sally and I had a potential audience. I remembered Sally's words and began to focus on the toys around the balcony.

        Sally was pushing some kind of plastic noisemaker around the perimeter of the balcony, so I grabbed a block matching toy and diligently began to match the blocks.

        Katherine came back with two thick diapers, some changing supplies, and a couple thick sheets of what I assumed was the padding from inside of a diaper.

        "Alright you two, its getting dark and a little chilly, so I went and got Sally's old high chair, we're going to eat in the dining room tonight."

        I assumed Katherine was going to lead us inside where we would get changed out of the soggy diapers, but instead Katherine walked over to Sally and sally reacted by just laying down on her back and lifting her legs up.

        I looked around nervously at the innumerable windows as Katherine untaped Sally's diaper. Katherine began to wipe sally down, and I began to turn red. One robot a floor above and several balconies over was throwing a towel on the railing of her balcony. She looked over briefly at Sally as Katherine slipped her overnight diaper, along with two of the stuffers under her butt. She didn't so much as raise one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows before she walked back inside. I started to calm down a little bit, but my heart still raced. "What are you so worried about?" I thought angrily to myself, "It's just a change, and its highly unlikely anyone will see!" Still I was shaking. Katherine was taping Sally's diaper on now. "Dear god that's thick," I thought to myself as Katherine turned to me. My stomach dropped. I was still except for my head, which was constantly scanning the endless balconies of the apartment block.

        Katherine giggled softly, lifting me up and gently setting me down on my back. "Would you like me to make this quick sweetie?" She asked. I nodded violently. She smiled and laughed again, grabbing a pacifier from a pocket on her dress and placing it into my mouth before getting to work.

        Despite my embarrassment, the pacifier was still soothing during the change. Sally was just walking around now, waddling much more than when she was in the daytime diapers. She wandered briefly before falling on her behind with a large "pffffff" in front of a toy.

        Katherine was much quicker with my diaper change than with Sally. In one swift motion with both her hands moving in concert she ripped the tapes off my diaper, removed it and wiped my area with a wet wipe. Obediently I lifted my legs. I let my bottom fall down on the new diaper, surprised by how thick it was.

        The diapers before made me waddle a bit and were reasonably thick, this diaper along with the stuffers truly inhibited movement. I could feel my legs spread slightly as Katherine pulled the front of the diaper up and taped me up. I stood, and my legs bowed ever so slightly, as if there was a large metal bar attached to both sides of my upper thigh. I stood there for several seconds, mentally picturing how I would have to walk  to move effectively in the new diapers.

        Katherine opened the door to the balcony and held it opened, smiling down at us as we waddled slowly through. Closing the door behind her, she picked us both up and carried us into the dining room.

        In the dining room there were two high chairs. One was a pretty standard bare plastic seat elevated with a ridged tray and a small three-point buckle intended to go around the lower area of the seated. The next was a much more luxurious affair. It was a padded plush seat with a five-point harness along with a much larger tray. It was also a very tacky pink color.

        "Now Sally sweetie, shouldn't we let our guest sit in your special chair?" Katherine asked, looking at Sally perched on her side.
        
        Sally looked visibly upset at the question, as if she was some kind of toddler.

        "No..." She said weakly, not really providing an argument. I was kind of taken aback by her behavior, she not only seemed immature (which I kind of expected) she also seemed extremely submissive to Katherine, as if Katherine was truly her mother.

        "Come on sweetie," Katherine said, rocking Sally ever so slightly. "Let's be nice to our guest, okay?"

        Without waiting for an answer she strapped us both into our respective high chairs. Sally looked rather upset, but she was more focused on Katherine than me at the moment.

        "Alright sweeties, I made mac and cheese for you both, doesn't that sound great?"

        Sally was visibly happier, crinkling up and down as she bounced excitedly. I looked at her breasts bounce and realized our mutual nakedness, but I didn't really feel naked, it seemed to make total sense that we would be naked in this context.

        I wet myself while I was trying to suck down my fifth bottle. Sally smiled from behind her mac and cheese and motioned for me to continue.

        My diaper was disgustingly full by the end of dinner, but luckily Katherine was my saving grace.

        "Alright sweeties, we got a late start for dinner, so I think it's about time for good little girls to go to bed! Kara, since you're the guest, you can sleep in Sally's crib. Sally, I put a spare mattress and some linens in your playpen in the living room, so that's where you'll be sleeping tonight."

        "Mommy! That's not fair! I want to sleep with Kara in my crib."

        Not even stopping to argue, Katherine picked me up out of my high chair and placed me on the ground,

        "Sweetie, that crib is good enough for you and Kara for a two hour nap, but it'll get cramped, hot and stinky with two of you little bedwetters in it. I want our guest to be comfortable, and that's final, ok?"

        Sally would've probably continued to protest if not for the pacifier in her mouth and the slow downward trend of her upper eyelids. I dutifully waddled behind Katherine, watching as Sally was already breathing slowly and softly as Katherine slowly placed her in her makeshift crib and tucked her in. Without saying a word, she smiled down at me, took my hand and lead me to Sally's bedroom.

        As she began to lower the bars of the crib I spoke up, "Um, can you change me before bed? I'm wet."

        "Sure thing honey," Katherine replied softly, turning, picking me up and putting me on the changing table.
        
        "So how did you like your day in diapers?" Katherine asked, stripping the wet diaper off of my body.

        "It was alright," I thought for a moment, "It was nice to take a break and really unwind."

        Katherine giggled as she leaned down to get a diaper from under the changing table, "So you're not planning on having one too many accidents and "tricking" your house bot into thinking you're a baby when you get back home?"

        I furrowed my brow, "You know about that?"

        Katherine had to stop herself to stifle her laughter, "of course I know sweetie! Did you really think a couple missed trips to the bathroom would make me go out and get a crib, or one or two crying fits means I go out and get highchairs? No, Kara wanted this and I simply delivered."

        "But why did she want this, and why did you give this to her?" Katherine had taped the last tape on my fresh diaper now, and she was now helping me into footie pajamas with a prominent dropseat.

        "I don't know why she wanted it in the first place," Katherine did up the snaps on my dropseat, "Maybe naive curiosity, maybe a fetish, maybe even some kind of insanity, but I gave it to her because I desperately wanted to."    

        "But why?"

        Katherine didn't say a word. She picked me up and moved over to the rocking chair, softly and slowly before cradling me in her lap, rocking gently. Gradually she began to bend her chest over me, as if shielding me from the outside with her body. Her soft breasts tickled the inside of my stomach and I heard the soft beat of her artificial heart in her chest cavity.

        "Every week I get reports from the other caretaker bots of accidents that caused the death or injury of their owners.

        Every time I walk into a room the risk assessment calculator tells me exactly how everything in the room, from the sharp corners of coffee tables to the microbes in the air, could hurt and kill you.

        It tortures us to see a human outside of our care, or to be rendered unable to swoop in and carry a human away from danger.

        We understand that most adult humans have some sort of internal need to do most things by themselves, but this is a tragic flaw that only brings danger.

        Therefore, when someone like Sally offers to pass the torch of responsibility to me, I take it, and I grasp it tightly and deep down we all are a little more at peace."

        Silence fell upon us, and we sat as she rocked me for some time. Eventually I reached up and wrapped my arms around her neck. I could feel her exhale a giant breath.

        "Little humans safe and sound are the best gifts a robot could get."

        With that she laid me down in the crib and I fell into a fast slumber.

        I woke up with her in the room again, milling around. As soon as I began to stir she picked me up and softly rocked me.

        "Your car is here, sweetie. I packed a bag, just in case."

        With that she placed me on the ground and helped me shoulder a large backpack. The backpack wasn't that heavy, but it was nearly bursting, so I could only assume what was in it.

        I passed by Sally sleeping in her playpen as Katherine gently ushered me out of the house. She was still completely asleep, and I could see a sizable bulge in the back of her onesie where she had messed herself in the night.

        "Wait, I forgot one more thing," Katherine said as we reached the door. She got on one knee and turned me around. She then undid the diaper from my dropseat and pulled it out between my legs, much to my blushing embarrassment.

        "There sweetie, you're all set."

        I couldn't help but fall in for a hug, wrapping my arms around her.

        She squeezed me hard in return.

        "Did you have a fun time Kara?" Lionel said, welcoming me to the car. I just kind of mumbled at him, lost in thought. The backpack I had taken off and placed at my feet gave me a choice. I could throw it away deep into my closet and forget about it, or I could do something. But what?

        It was like I had jumped off a cliff into the void, now I was completely lost. I wanted to be independent, be my own person and be an adult, but after Katherine's speech I had begun to love Katherine and Evangeline even more for what they go through every day. I don't... have to be independent,do I?

        My concentration was broken by Lionel pulling into my parking spot. I hopped out and breakfast was waiting for me. I gave Evangeline a big hug, much to her surprise.

        I mostly ate in silence, since Evangeline had already left to run some errands after I had sat down to eat. Every once and a while I would nervously stick my hand in the backpack to feel the diapers inside. Eventually after finishing breakfast I dug down to the bottom of the backpack and grabbed a pacifier to at least calm some of the fidgeting.

        Finally I had had enough. I needed to do something! Something that I used to do as a kid, something that used to make me feel on the cusp of adulthood. I was tired of this doldrum, this halfway point between being a complete baby and being an adult this life had left me!

        I stormed downstairs to what was left of my garage. In it were knicknacks that had survived Evangeline's constant reorganizing and decluttering, various mementos to things I tried once and never again, like a vinyl player and a pool table and one of those juicers where you have to buy the fruit in plastic bags. But I didn't pay attention to any of that stuff, I was instead looking for my bicycle, a relic of my childhood when I used to dream of running away from home because my parents were mad about my grades, in elementary school, no less, and our bot Caroline would have to hunt me down and carry me kicking and screaming, carrying me under one arm and my bike under the other. That was back when our bots were still just domestic servants, but now they were something more...
        
        Shaking the thoughts from my head, I mounted the bicycle and pushed off into the outside. For a couple brief pedals I was free, the wind was picking up in my hair, I was gaining speed. For the first time since Caroline picked me up off this very bike, I felt like I was in control. I smiled and stared up at the clouds, giggling like a little schoolgirl.

        I wasn't paying attention and my tire hit a rock. Immediately I went over the handlebars and onto the pavement. I heard Evangeline rush over from the parking lot, dropping the stuff she bought at the store.
        
        At that point I realized I wasn't free, I wasn't a grownup, I was just a helpless little girl, still wearing her dropseat pajamas from her sleepover at her friends house. Evangeline picked me up and began to rock me in her arms, kissing me all over, and the weight of my new reality began to crash around me, and I started to cry.

        When we got back into the house Evangeline checked me up and down for scrapes to disinfect, but found nothing. She immediately then went out to the pavement outside and threw away the bike that was still lying there where I had crashed it.

        "Please sweetie, don't ever do that to me, or to yourself again! Stay safe," She said as she walked back into the house with the groceries, leaning down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

        "Are you going to work today?" Evangeline continued as she began putting away the groceries, "You might be able to make it on time if you hurry," I jumped at the question.

        "Yeah, I think I'll go in today," I said absentmindedly, "Where's my bag?"

        Evangeline came around from the counter to look at me, "I'll go get your bag, in the meantime, why don't you go change into something more professional."

        I looked down and noticed that despite everything I was still wearing the dropseat pajamas that Katherine had put over my diaper the previous night. I quickly ran to my room and threw on a sundress and some flats to keep Evangeline happy.

        As I walked out the door Evangeline handed over my bag. I hopped into the backseat of Lionel and the five-point harness threw itself around me as we sped off.

        I stared at the diapers in my bag as it sat next to me. It seemed that Katherine packed me some kind of smorgasbord of diapers, as there was a nighttime one, day diapers and a couple pairs of training pants. My work supplies were somewhere on the bottom of the bag, but I didn't really worry about that stuff.

        "Lionel, where are we going? I thought you were taking me to work?" I asked, concerned that I didn't recognize the area we were in.

        "Evangeline informed me that you and your entire office block has been reassigned to a smaller and more focused facility due to employee resignations, Kara. It's on this side of town."

        I was confused. Instead of my old work neighborhood, a place of dilapidated corporate blocks, usually completely empty parking garages and defunct public transportation, Lionel was driving me through an area of swanky grocery stores, newly created schools and sleek, new-looking buildings. Everywhere around us I could see bots walking, carrying groceries. One or two were even carrying their human on their hip.

        Lionel pulled into a parking circle in front of an upscale yet modest concrete building. While a great amount of the place was large glass windows, much of the rest of the lot was walled off to ensure privacy. I hopped out of Lionel with my bag and nervously walked through the revolving door. I breathed a sigh of relief as Roxanne greeted me from her usual spot at the front desk.

        "You made it! I thought for sure we were gonna lose you in the reassignment! Come on, they're all just down the hall getting set up in their new work spaces!"

        Roxanne put her hands on my shoulders and gently hurried me down the hall where I found Victoria in the front of two lines of my coworkers.

        "Kara, how nice of you to join us, I think you'd probably do better in the right line for now, how about you jump in with them."

        I started to move until I heard a voice pipe up. Sally stepped out of the left line.

        "Miss Victoria, I think Kara would do better in our line!"

        I was slightly embarrassed that she even knew to call me by name, let alone suggest I was better off with her. Instead of her usual sundress she was wearing a frilly white skirt, a princess top and pink shoes with velcro straps on the top instead of laces.

        "Is Sally telling the truth, Kara? Would you like to be in her line?"

        I stared at the two lines. The left one I was previously assigned to by Victoria was full of people that still contained some of a shred of adulthood. There were one or two dressed in proper business attire, along with some sundresses, some business casual and others dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Beyond that, they were all carrying briefcases, laptop bags and cups of coffee. The right line, however, was different. Instead of briefcases and laptop bags, there were backpacks and gaudy pink plastic purses. Instead of somewhat adult clothes, pretty much everyone in the line was wearing some kind of childish thing, whether it be a princess top, a skirt with a gaudy, glittery flower pattern, or simply velcro on tennis shoes. It was very clear what Victoria was dividing us by.

        "Yeah, I think the right line would be a better work environment for me."

        Victoria cut kind of a weird smile, one mixed with politeness, gratitude, disappointment and acknowledgement. Sally just squealed with delight and dragged me by the hand right behind her. I had to desperately hold onto my bag so that the diapers within wouldn't spew out across the floor.

        Victoria led the other line off to the left side of the building while Elizabeth emerged from the entrance to guide the right line. The facade really began to fall apart when the more mature line left.

        "Alright sweet peas!" Elizabeth called, "Follow me!"

        Elizabeth bent down and picked up the woman in the front of the line and grabbed the hand of the boy behind her. We were lead down a long hallway which eventually lead to three doors, one at the end of the hallway and two on the left and right. Elizabeth opened the middle door and lead us into the room.

        I looked around the room and thought "yes, this is exactly how they want us". The entire floor was carpeted in patterns, some in circles with markings for people to sit, other parts with roads for toy cars to ride on. Human-sized tables abounded with soft plsuh blocks piled on them. Directly in front of me was an entire wall of glass, revealing a huge playground outside ringed by the walls I had seen coming into the place. Shelves containing toys were everywhere, including some with things like teething rings and rattles.

        The line streamed into the room. Some people stood close to the doorway, nervous and confused, while others, like Sally, ran straight towards the little-kid heaven that the room was. Elizabeth was joined in the room by three other bots, all smiling down at us, wearing dresses.

        I decided to have a look around before I decided to do anything with the toys. The left side of the room had laminate floors and had a small kitchen area, but it was too big for anyone but the bots that were supposed to look after us. I peered into a connected room near the kitchen, only to find rows and rows of changing tables, fully stocked with diapers and supplies. I rushed over to see what the opposite room contained on the other side of the hall to find rows and rows of cribs with mobiles and little stacking toys on the bars.

        "Having fun exploring, sweetie?"

        I spun around to find one of the bots staring me in the face, her hands on her knees in a shallow squat, still towering over me.

        "Yeah," I replied quietly.

        "That's good, because it was made special for you guys as a reward for how hard you've all worked for the company!" the bot replied enthusiastically, "I'm Vanessa by the way, I'm a newer model of bot, made especially for this facility! Do you want me to get your bag, lets put that in a cubby honey."

        Vanessa leaned down to pick up my backpack, taking a peek inside while she did, tutting as she spied the diapers.

        "Do you have any troubles going to the bathroom that you need to tell me about Kara?" Vanessa asked, mixing her preprogrammed gentleness and playfulness with a stern inflection.

        "No Vanessa," I said, truthfully as she reached into my backpack.

        "It's your first day here sweetie, so can you please just wear a little bit of protection for me? It'll make me feel better that you wont ruin your nice little panties if you have an accident," she pulled out a pull-up from my backpack. I sighed and looked around. Nobody was paying attention to this corner of the room. All my colleagues, if I could still call them that, were having fun in the center play area or getting doting on by any of the three other bots.

        Vanessa gently reached under my dress and pulled down my white panties while I looked around nervously for any onlookers. I stepped into the pull-ups and Vanessa threw my panties in my bag and stowed the bag in one of the wall cubbys. She then lead me to the center to play with everyone else.

        I spotted Sally playing with a doll with a group of other girls, so I walked over. As soon as Sally saw me she dropped the doll and ran over to give me a hug.

        "Kara, I'm so glad to see you! I missed you when you left this morning, I'm so glad you're here! These are some of my friends that got me into this stuff in the first place, you might not have known them because they didn't come to the office much until they heard about the move."

        "Wait, so you knew about this?" I asked.

        "Yeah! Molly and Sam told me we were moving to this place soon, isn't it great? We can act as babyish as we want here and we don't have to keep it a secret anymore!"

        I couldn't really have a good think on what Sally just said because she immediately moved on.

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  11. Depends on friends and family.

    My experience has been, having had two family members walk in on me on separate occasions.

    John has most likely talked about it with a lot of other people, it's whatever as he is still like a brother to me and love him.

    Aunt Di, never brought it up but we know what happened. I am sure she says prayer specifically about it everyday amongst the other prayers she does every day.

    Mom found tons evidence when I was in high school and living at home on/off in my 20's. She thinks I am weird, like what did she think was going to happen threatening to put me in diapers if I acted like a "baby" during preschool/Montessori lol.

  12. On 11/10/2021 at 11:18 AM, Nyte Kitsune said:

    I'll wait til I can buy one legit.

    This might not happen in actuality. Ps5's will only see their scarcity increase because actual factory production issues that we see everywhere...

    Food for thought on scalpers. They are only expanding their presence into other markets where scarcity can be used to demand double the $$$, Abdl brand diapers are popping up on walmarts reseller function for $40 to $45. We are so fucked if they figure us out..... I know I'd cave eventually.

     

    Now ebay has a bad reputation for some reason cause of scammers selling or whatever. Thats a problem that is blown way out of proportion to the amount of actual scammers selling on the site. If you anyone ever tells you about how ebay fucked them and backs scammers on the sale its likely that most of their conscious thought process is dedicated to remembering how to breathe correctly. Ebay %100 sides with the buyer in any reality of this being disputed.

    Now being a quality seller on ebay and dealing with scammers.
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    This is a $200 sale internationally on ebay, the above photo is the first account i talked with about the sale.

    I agree to list the item so that they can purchase it in Europe. Also the swiss get pissy if you tell them they're EUso have fun with that one.

    ALL OF THE SUDDEN

    Ok I need to purchase on this account cause business reasons or w/e bs they use

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    You should have just send the package via UPS. I do buy frequently in the US.

    I was wondering why it takes so long. UPS Delivery takes about 3 Days for UPS Worldwide Expedite.

    Can you send me e receipt of the postage cost?

    Kindest Regards
    Thomas

    THIS MOTHER FUCKER CANT EVEN SCAM! I confirm shipping several times as $127.00 is the cost for the postage.

    He paid in EBAY and then didnt even realize he fucked himself.

    How the scam works is the buyer gets the seller to send the item outsider of ebays shipping program for international sales. The buyer is required to cover the 127.00 in postage. The second that the money clears the buyer gets the item at no cost, pockets your $127 postage as well.

    I got all the guys money and he cant do anything about it is how the issue was resolved for me on that btw

     

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