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I'd never thought of making rules for myself before. That's a really great idea!

Why do I get the feeling that you could say that for most ailments? Me--"Doc, this cold or whatever is making me feel terrible what should I do?" Doc--"Masturbate, it'll make ya feel better"

I have a strong feeling that Maisie is going to get diapered before they leave! ?

Chapter 3: Audrey Jack said the operation was flawless and all witnesses were highly likely to tell a similar story. The stolen car was left locked with keys under the tire in a parking lot where all the CCTV cameras were broken. That blind spot would make it impossible for the cops to know where they’d taken Alexander. They could trace the car to that lot, but the breadcrumb trail would end there. Amelia had done a fantastic job getting Alexander to smoke the cigarette. Drugging his drink would have worked, but smoking it was a far more efficient way to get the drug into his bloodstream because the heat intensifies its effects. Amelia could even be honest with the police because they hadn’t told her they were going to kidnap Alexander in advance. As a result, Alexander will simply vanish from the world. In a few years his case will end up in a filing cabinet that some journalist, private investigator, or cop may take a second look at, but they wouldn’t be able pressure the case any further because there wouldn’t be any leads left to track down. That’s why I worked with Jack. He did a good job even though he was pricy. Little Allie was still out cold when he arrived which was good because I had to get him ready for his first “life coaching” session. I stripped him naked and put his clothes, wallet, phone, and other personal belongings in a bin to be destroyed. I did however make note of any important pieces of information I’d need for Alexander’s new identity. Jack had long ago turned off the phone to avoid the cops using that to track Allie down, so I didn’t need to worry about that. I then scrubbed him down to ensure he was clean and shaved all his body hair. He’d need to get a cute haircut for his new life, but that’d be for a later date. Then came the pièce de résistance: a thick diaper with a super cute dinosaur print on it! I pacie gagged little Allie and laid him down in the giant crib in the middle of the punishment nursery. He’d be out for about another 30 minutes, so I’d let him be for now. I left the door to the nursery wide open with my car keys dropped haphazardly on the floor. It’d be so fun to watch his escape attempt! I can’t wait to see him climb out of the crib and then waddle across the floor because of his thick diaper. I’m curious to see if he’d try to take off the diaper or find some clothes. Everyone does it differently, but it’s always fun to see what they try because it never works. One time I did have a man who was an ex-marine and he impressively got as far as the garage. He didn’t try to take the car and instead tried to get away naked and on foot. However, he was stopped by my state-of-the-art security system. He’d even managed to successfully disable the primary system without me noticing, but the backup system still stopped him. See, it’s important to crush all hope of getting away right off the bat. They have the drive to escape early on and the best way to crush that drive is to let them try and fail miserably. Doing so means they’ll sit and wait for an opportunity that will never come because they’ll turn into a toddler who’ll want plushies and cuddles instead of a career. My trick isn’t that it’s impossible to escape my house, but that it’s hard enough for no one to get it on the first try. I then remove the desire for a second attempt. To-date, no second attempts have happened. In a few circumstances, I’ve had to draw on Seligman’s Theory and teach them helplessness, but that was unduly curl (even by my standards) and seldom necessary. A quality regiment of punishments combined with positive reinforcement for toddler behaviors works wonders. The key is to make them know that the only state they are safe in is that of a toddler. As such, they’ll learn to behave as toddlers to keep themselves safe. The longer this goes on, the more normalized it becomes to the point where they behave without thinking about it. As a result, if you were to put one of my targets into an office after I was done coaching them, they’d become overwhelmed by the work environment and instinctively regress as a stress-response. It also helps that most people already subconsciously see babyhood as a safe place. So, I’m really just coaching out a natural response. I went to the kitchen to make myself a double shot of authentic Italian espresso and a grilled panini for lunch while watching the live camera feed on my iPad. Watching this escape attempt will be quality the lunchtime entertainment. I just hope that I don’t need to intervein before I finish my espresso because it’d be very unfortunate if my espresso got cold. As the bold and strong espresso slid down my throat between bites of a cheesy and greasy ham and swiss panini, I watched Little Allie’s eyes open with a look of confusion and pure horror. He appeared to be coming to grips and taking stock of the situation he was stuck in. I licked a small glob of greasy swiss cheese off my lips as I waited for the main event to start.

This keeps getting better and I'm just waiting for the shoe to drop!

I would recommend having a conversation about under what circumstances and within what context your partner would be ok with you playing with others at say your local BDSM club. Engaging in sexual play with others doesn't have to involve having sex, and I think it's important to make that point clear. Try explaining that if you can find a play partner that can meet your needs who both you and your partner trust, then your partner will be able to enjoy more of the "adult you" she loves. This kind of arrangement requires a lot of stellar communication among everyone who is involved and a large amount of trust. Speaking from a bad experience I had with an attempt at an open relationship, there are many ways that these things can fail to work out. However, in the kink community I've seen many people make these kinds of agreements work beautifully. I hope that made sense and feel free to DM me with additional questions or for clarification. This is a complex question that there's no simple answer to. Best, Little Tomás

Very very very good chapter! I love the aquarium trick and think seeing a giant shark with huge teeth would make any human wet themselves, lol.

Very good update. The chocolate trick was amazing and very funny!

Hello and welcome out of the lurking shadows! I hope you enjoy the community here. Welcome, Little Tomás

Great chapter! Something tells me that by lunchtime Monday Tracy will be in the nursery at school, but there's sure to be a "fun" weekend before then.

Maisie was so manipulative there. Using something she was going to offer for free as leverage. Something tells me that Mace will keep her diapered for the whole weekend though ?

That's rough. Migraines are the worst. I got a complex migraine onetime and it was freaky. The people around me thought I was having a stroke and I went to the ER. Turned out to just be a complex migraine making half of my body go numb and my vison blur. After the ER I took an Excedrin, slept in the dark room for 4 hours, and was fine. Strangest day of my life.

Agreed! A onesie with my shortalls is an amazing combination. I love wearing my onesies with my shortalls because it's an outfit that screams littlespace.

I've tried on three different occasions to host/attend a general kink munch for young people in a collage town. The first time no one showed up and I ate at a large table alone, the second time I cancelled it online before showing up because no one was going to come, and the third time someone else organized it and changed the location an hour prior, so I ended up at the wrong restaurant. It turns out that most collage students are flakier that a croissant.

This story keeps evolving in so many new and interesting ways!

Chapter 2: Alexander I didn’t like working late, but it was part of the job when managing a fund. You work non-stop to make money for your investors all the while trying not to get addicted to the Adderall that surrounds you at the office and avoid overdosing on cocaine at the club. I can’t say that it’s what I wanted when I moved to New York to advance my career in finance, but I didn’t not want it. Regardless, to avoid the potential overdose risk and keep things low-key after working till 8 on a Friday, I settled on going to my favorite low-key bar down the block. They usually had a Jazz band playing, but catered to yuppies instead of older folks with an expensive selection of craft beers and bourbon. The air was clear and smokeless, but the bar was always just a tad warm as if the AC was set a little too low in summer, but the heat was on too high in winter. In summer it was unpleasant, but in winter it was cozy. Thankfully, it was winter right now, so the heat was welcome as I took off my peacoat at the door. Another thing I liked about this bar was the conversations I’d have here. Here I could pick up an attractive woman while having a discussion about the Wall Street Journal Editorial Page. As I took a seat at the bar and ordered scotch on the rocks to start the night, I noticed an attractive group of four women chatting at a table out of the corner of my eye. They were drinking beer while sharing a charcutier board and looked to me like they were all friends or acquaintances of each other. The Burnette was defiantly more attractive than the other three and I decided to get the bar tender who I was good friends with to help me pick her up. It was my go-to strategy at this place when I preferred to get a random hook-up instead of having a graduate-level philosophy discussion with someone at the bar. The bartender would serve as a nice neutral mediator of the conversation and could provide a quality endorsement of both me and the free orange sour beer the Burnette was about to get. I explained my plan to the bartender and he agreed knowing that I’d tip him well regardless of if things worked out. I watched from the bar as the bartender worked his magic and a minute later, after much discussion among the girls, the Burnette took a seat next to me at the bar. She started the conversation with a casual, “I’m surprised you didn’t go with the blond. Also, nice safe choice on the sour beer, but I’d have preferred scotch on the rocks. I only drink beer so I don’t have to drink half as fast as everyone at the table or get twice as drunk.” She finished with a slight chuckle as she took a swig of the drink I’d bought. “You have a point there that I was just shooting in the dark, but I thought I’d be weird to approach the group myself and ask for what drink you wanted me to buy you. Also, I’d have set myself up to buy a bottle of Cristal for the table.” “You’ve got a point with that one. I guess you just can’t handle a strong woman like me who’d have turned you down and ignored your wallet.” “Damn, someone doesn’t apricate me then. I buy you’re a $15 beer and this is what I get?” “Hey, I’m just crass enough to take free drinks and walk away. I’m going to go have a cigarette outside if you care to join me. You can’t smoke in bars anymore, so I have the pleasure of doing it outside in January, in New York. The cold is honestly more inspiration to quit than the high taxes.” “You smoke?” “I guess sometimes there’s more than meets the eye.” “I’ll have a cigarette then. Can I bum one off you? I don’t smoke that much.” “Sure, it’s not equal in cost to the beer, but it’s the least I can do.” Out on the cold hard street the wind bit on our faces with sharp talons that made it difficult to light a cigarette and feel much of anything other than cold and hot smoke filling my lungs. I’m not sure why I agreed to this, but her playing hard to get just made me get a hard one on. Thankfully the peacoat covered up my massive boner, so I didn’t have to answer any awkward questions about that. We made small talk about the stock market, her job was also in finance, so we were able to bitch about the new regulations together. As we started to make what I thought could be a promising connection, I started to feel light headed and sleepy. “Was their weed in your cigs?” “Nope, I’ve got a bong at my apartment if you wanna hotbox my place later tonight.” “Yeah, that um sounds good.” Damn, I must have been dehydrated because I was getting drunk really fast. The world then started to spin in slow motion and her words faded into oblivion as four men dressed in all black and carrying handguns grabbed me and held up the Burnette demanding her keys. Next thing I knew I’d passed out in the back of a beat up four door sedan. What the actual fuck was happening to me? I had no time to ponder as the world faded to black. There were so many different threads unfinished of thoughts hanging in my mind that would never be competed. So many questions, but no answers.

Perspective By Little Tomás, Written for Kasarberang’s NON-CONtest Acknowledgement: I’d like to thank Kasarberang for creating this contest and indirectly encouraging me to write something that’s out of my wheelhouse. I hope everyone enjoys! Chapter 1: Audrey The new lead came from the form on my website. This is unusual because my AI algorithm weeds 99% of those out leads out for incompatible information. However, leads submitted this way—instead of via email or phone—are much more likely to succeed because the algorithm demands information that my email or phone are unable to check for before someone precedes to waste a bunch of my time. The solution to this would be to simply charge people for phone calls and emails, but that would reduce the number of potentially viable leads too much. Some people feel weird doing shady business online. I guess Silk Road and a bunch of those sites where you could buy Russian tanks with Bitcoin getting shutdown freaked people out a bit. Regardless, when you’re running a semi-legal business after quitting your job as a middle manager at an investment bank, you take what you can get. Oddly enough, my Wall Street contacts often provide me with the best clients for my business because they have the money to afford my services. It’s also nice that the targets they give me are both deserving of everything they get and their personal-profit mindset is almost too easy to turn against them. Yet, this lead isn’t from someone who knew me and that’s always a little concerning because that makes it more likely that I’ll end up accidentally working with an undercover cop and be the one in handcuffs: an unfortunate outcome for someone who provides such a valuable service to society. The target of the lead is by the name of Alexander Lee Smith: Cis-Male, 34, straight, Caucasian, and from Charlotte, NC, but recently moved to New York City. He’s a fund manager of a mutual fund I’d never heard of, but upon researching the firm I quickly realized it was a legit place. I also confirmed all the other details in the lead the most interesting of them being that he’d recently given a Hitachi wand that I’d describe a total shit a 5-star review on Amazon. I guess he’s not much of the connoisseur and probably thinks he’s a boss in bed, but actually preforms like shit. That would explain the revolving door of women he’d had, but that could also be explained by being an asshole and poor performer. My algorithm classifies him as a 9/10 on the asshole scale, but a 10/10 on the kiss-up scale: which should make for a very promising combination of ideal outcomes. It also ranks him of at low risk for false submission and high likelihood of resistance which means he’ll be a fun one for sure. Unfortunately, the algorithm predicted he was quite intelligent and ranked 9.5/10 on the internet savviness scale which shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise given his MBA from Chicago University, but it means that coerced extraction is unlikely to work. Smash and grab isn’t my preferred way of operating, but I think it’ll have to suffice here. At least he has a predictable schedule. I call Jake to give him and his crew the details on how I think the smash and grab should go down. Giving the revolving door of women Alexander has been with, it should be simple to plant an attractive woman at the bar who’ll lure him outside when the rest of Jack’s crew can get him into the car. I’ll have to pay Jake’s crew their usual ten thousand for each member of the crew plus the cost of a used car and disposal of that car, but I’ve worked with them before and they’re professionals at what they do who don’t leave any lose ends that could endanger the operation. It also helps that they’ll handle dropping him off when I’m done at no additional charge. I start to draft an email to the client informing them that the cost of the services they are buying has quadrupled since the original 25k estimate, but I have little doubt that this client will be unwilling to pay the extra money because they already requested premium services from me. However, I’m not going to make as much money off of this job than I was initially going to because of all the “acquisition costs.” Yet, their end goal is straightforward enough: to have me turn Alexander into little Allie. Why they want this? Hell if I care, they just gave me an address where I’ll have Jake’s guys drop little Allie. I’ve been doing this long enough to know a few basic rules: get paid upfront, never ask why, and pay someone else to handle pickups and drop-offs. It’s best that I’m never seen in connection with what the police and bystanders call “kidnappings.” Shortly after sending that email the initial cash transfer of 100k lands in my intake shell corporation. From there it will be shuffled around before finding its way into the hands of Jack’s crew as paycheck for “security consulting” and “life coaching” payments. It’s quite beautiful how I can take cash payments and purify them into clean, tracible, and taxable income. Granted, I could avoid paying taxes altogether, but that’s how they got Al Capone, so I always pay by April 15th. And I don’t think “life coaching” is a misrepresentation of what I do. I coach men on how to live as toddlers that’ll never grow up. As such, I’m a life coach! Regardless, pickup is set for two weeks from today which should be perfect timing because I’ll be finished coaching Little Davey in 10 days. That gives me 2 extra days in case Davey needs more adjustment time plus a whole day to get ready for Little Allie. Oh, that reminds me that I should probably go spank and change Little Davey because he’s been sitting in his mess for quite a few hours now. I’m so glad I started using pacie gags a few years back because I didn’t do that with the first man I was coaching and he was crying non-stop and making such a fuss over being in a messy diaper. You live and learn, and now I don’t have to deal with fussy little ones making so much noise and interrupting my phone calls. It also helps for them to develop pacie dependence because constantly needing a pacifier makes it hard for them to return to their adult lives even if they wanted to. I glance over at the live camera feed that’s been running on one of my computer’s monitors this whole time to see little Davey strapped over a spanking bench in his messy diaper. It was clear from his facial expressions that after two or three more days of this he’d be ready to accept his new place and be ready to move from the punishment nursery to the play nursery. Once in the play nursery, it’s just an adjustment period to ensure that he’ll be ready to start his new life. Davey was fun to brake, but I have a feeling that Allie will be the most fun I’ve had in a while.

Great chapter. The girls kissing girls being normal caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting that from this island! Something tells me someone is going to correct her poorly taped diaper for the sake of her own comfort ?

I've missed this story a lot and I hope there's a new chapter soon ?

For little time, I'd recommend getting any baby or toddler toys that look fun. I really love my toy fire truck, but Legos and Dublos are also tons of fun. I also enjoy having nerf or water gun battles, but those do require someone else to play with. I also enjoy train sets and Playmobile. Adult coloring books have also gone mainstream, but that doesn't mean coloring isn't still fun for little time!

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I concur that this is a great source for diapers. Buying by the case gets you a much better rate on shipping and brings down the per-diaper cost. Just be sure to ask for a free sample before you buy 60 diapers, lol. NorthShore also has auto ship where you save money if you sign up to have an order delivered automatically every month, two months, etc. and they periodically send me free samples of other diapers they have with my order and in my size which is awesome.

As someone who comes from a place with terribly hot summers, my biggest tip is to wear cloth-backed disposable diapers or diapers that have breathable sides. These thinner diapers are much less hot and you can just put doubles in them to increase absorption. Wearing comfortable clothing like a sundress or lose shorts that allow for good airflow is another thing that can make your day a lot better. I'd also recommend looking for clothing made of synthetic fabrics that wicks sweat away from the skin and breaths really well. Above all, stay hydrated. I know this may seem a little counterintuitive, because it will make you pee more, but diluted urine isn't as hard on your skin and dehydration will ruin your day. I do tend to gravitate towards AC in the summer because ultimately that's your best friend, lol.

Welcome from a fellow physics nerd here! I'm majoring in aerospace engineering, but I still love physics. Anyways, here's a little physics problem: a rocket bound for Mars has 5 littles and one mommy onboard. The total mass of the rocket is 21.5 metric tons. The crew is currently experiencing weightlessness on a Hoffman transfer trajectory and it's 9 hours past launch. How long will it take the mommy to change the rest of the crew's diapers? Feel free to shoot me a message if you ever wanna chat. Welcome, Little Tomás

Hello and welcome! AbabeBill had a nice recommendation with NorthShore. I'd recommend you get some Crinklz diapers from them because they are my favorite. They are just super comfy, cute, and a great value. Also be sure to pick up a pack of NorthShore wipes with your diaper order! A few other good sources for printed diapers are Rearz, ABU, and Tykables, but all those tend to be a little more expensive. Here's a great video that'll explain how to put on a diaper once you get one that's very helpful. I hope that wasn't too much information up-front. Feel free to message me with any questions you may have. Welcome, Little Tomás