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The Pamps and the Pauper Ch 1: He looked again at the note in his hand. Surprised as he was to have been given an analog message at all these days, he was even more surprised to have heard back from his application at all. The convention was years ago after all, back when the world was new, and the controversy hadn’t quite set in yet. He supposed that the controversy warranted such clandestine communication if things were to be kept efficient. Fewer prying eyes the better he supposed. The air that night was crisp and cold, the man- henceforth known as Andrew- noticed. Andrew was until this moment, so caught up in the excitement of the note that he had little brain power left to notice much else. He felt one couldn’t blame such absent-mindedness. His life had left in it less warmth than the night’s current climate, and good news such as he received was like a freshly-lit fireplace in his heart. All that despite the thin layer of frost that coated the dark streets he now wandered down. Making his way further down the street, Andrew took another peek at the note. He just as quickly replaced it in his pocket, his hands began to tremble- he was getting closer. Closer to freedom, closer to the end! He need only have his legs carry him just a bit farther! He knew the alleyway he needed to turn down. It was only a few blocks from where Suzanne had- Andrew wiped his eyes free of the tear that would never be. There had been plenty of time for tears. A literal lifetime even, it was time now for a lifetime of smiles, of laughter. Andrew steeled his gaze and set forth with renewed purpose down the nearly abandoned city street. He had walked these streets almost all his life, but Andrew had never seen them so… lifeless. A simple consequence of doing potentially illicit deals in the dead of night in an unpopular part of town, he told himself. In a few short hours these streets would be just as lively as he had ever remembered. Mrs. Fuentes would be setting up the bodega for the day, Benny at the hot dog stand would moan and complain about the Mets game the night before while Erica tried to buy a quick unhealthy breakfast from him before hauling ass into her job in the city. And John would hop onto his bus for another day running route 215 in ‘the greatest city in the world!’ That’s right. It would all be just as lively as ever. Only- he wouldn’t be apart of it anymore… Andrew stopped. Was this worth it? Was this really what he wanted to do? What he should be doing? Andrew turned around. No. It was not. Wouldn’t Mrs. Fuentes miss talking about the news with him? Who would she talk shit about politicians with if not him? And who would give Benny his daily info-dumps about 20 year old comic book storylines that might be movies someday? What would his boss think? That he was irresponsible, unprofessional dickweed? What would his landlord think? That he skipped town to leave them hanging on rent money that they would likely need to survive? And what would happen to his things? Probably sold by his landlord online. And god knows what they’d say after taking a peek in his closet! He’d probably be the laughing stock of the entire building and he wouldn’t even realize it! Andrew looked down the street. He saw the curb where Suzanne- Andrew stopped again. What would…. Any of that matter?! Fuck landlords! Fuck his Boss (But not in a way that would mean a trip to HR, the other kind of way- the rude one!)! And fuck the locals! They could give a shit about him! Lets see how they like it when they don’t have little old Andrew to pick on anymore! Andrew turned around again, and doubled his pace towards the fated alleyway. He looked at the note again to steel his resolve. He read it again. Three times even. Bleecher St Laundromat. Rear entrance. 4am. Be dressed. Pack nothing. His eyes nearly let out a few tears had his manly cheeks not pinched his ducts shut. Yeah, that’s what happened- he told himself. He had given all that he could, to everyone, all of his life. It was time for Andrew to finally give to himself for a change! Andrew laughed at the pun he told himself in his head and soldiered on. He was almost on Bleecher street, he could see the laundromat. All he needed to do is go around the back and his life could finally start! Out in the front of the laundromat entrance was a sad but familiar sight, a man had bundled himself up into a ball of sorts and was trying his best to sleep. Whether it be the cold or something else though, the homeless man couldn’t seem to bring himself to keep his eyes closed. Anxiety panged at Andrew to quickly make his way around to the back of the laundromat, but he couldn’t move himself further. Not just yet. Andrew reached into his pocket and gave the man his wallet. He had no need for it, after all. They shared a nod and Andrew made his way to his destination. His final destination- he told himself. So as he internally fought the urge the hum the music to a certain song by the band Europe, he knocked on the door. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The air was… comforting. The surroundings warm, and pastel. Andrew went to get up, and heard a familiar crinkle as he looked at where he now was. He stood in what could only be described as what it was- a crib. One that left him dwarfed by its size and stature, a fact that made his knees quake with how giddy it made him. Inside of the crib were enough stuffed animals to drown in, however he could more accurately see himself sleeping in them! Across from the crib was a padded table which could be inferred to be a changing table given its stock of diapers underneath the cushioned top that was decorated with soft colored cartoon animals and the changing necessities on top. There was even a wipe warmer- A WIPE WARMER! Andrew repeated to himself. In the corner appeared to be a rocking horse of equal size to the rest of the furniture, brown in body but white in mane- I think I shall call them chestnut! Let us be companions for all of time, chestnut! Along that same wall was a set of double-doors which Andrew could only assume held a veritable treasure trove of onesies, shortalls, and god knows what other glorious outfits his overloaded brain could even imagine! All of these thoughts came to a halt as massive echoes of footsteps came from behind an until now closed door. Andrew’s heart-rate elevated in fear as he heard the clicking of the door- the last time this happened, he had lost so much. Would he continue to lose, or- A massive woman, over eight feet tall stepped through the threshold of Andrew’s domain. She had auburn hair that was held up in a small beehive hairdo. Her eyes were closed but her face held in a smile. Andrew could feel warmth from that smile as she started talking. “Good Morning Baby Andy! And how are you today? Oh- I bet you’re ready to be out of your soggy, smelly nini diapy, aren’t we?” The Amazon, henceforth known as Mommy- Yes this is Mommy, Andrew told himself- cooed.

...but it wasnt even a good horror story though. There was no real setup, no slow burn, nothing to establish a creepy tone to make the scares payoff as a proper horror. Admittedly you doing something this fapficy was odd ill admit- but I certainly wouldnt have expected that hard of a cut to horror that quickly. And if that works for you fine, I guess. Clearly enough people like jumpscares for them to keep being a thing- but its just not for me personally. Feels cheap to me. Also this kind of graphic and sudden depiction of violence is just plain triggering for someone with physical scarring and trauma related to that. And on a littlespace story board it feels disrespectful to everyone that reads it. I was about to be in littlespace as I read this not knowing what it was- and I got yoinked out of it pretty hard by that ending. At the very least this feels like the abdl equivalent of a party foul. None of this to say that the story is awful or repugnant- just that I think everyone would at the very least appreciated a goddamn horror tag or trigger warning or something

You stand alone in the cereal aisle of the grocery store pondering the health benefits of cocoa puffs versus cocoa crispies. The cacauphony of sunday afternoon shoppers in the background serve as tender white noise as the familiar pangs hit you. You bend down like your habit dictates and you relax whatever weak muscles stand in the way of your bodily functions. The warmth spreads across your crotch with the smile on your face. You sigh and arise to reassess the sugary dilemna. Just as you made a decision- WHAM! A loud thud reverberates throughout the once empty aisle as you turn to be greeted by a woman dressed in a green tank top and frayed dark blue jeans. She smiles at you before saying, "Sorry about that- sometimes I get too excited to pat a baby butt!" You blush, you've never seen this woman before in your life. "Why did you do that? That was so rude!" You uphold your stance. This was harassment. Assault of your butt at the very least. You could sue. You should sue! She leans over towards your ear, "Sorry- I just thought that the baby was too distracted by the feeling in their diapers to make a decision. or was I wrong?" She pulls back smirking, never breaking eye contact. You stand there stunned. Head empty, diaper full was supposed to be a bad meme. Yet here you are. Blushing, you respond, "How did you know? I mean, I feel like I'm being discreet" You are! Wearing a character shirt and baggy sweatpants, you are the definition of discreet. The FBI should recruit you for being able to hide in plain sight so well! Then you adjust yourself, hear the crinkle and blush. You and her share a knowing smile before she responds. "It also helps that you posted about coming here online. Don't worry im not a stalker or anything! I just walked by after reading that and connected the dots" You blush again, "Oh- so you uhh... You follow me on there? Thats crazy! So umm... you want an autograph or...?" She quickly says, "No- no I'm so sorry. I dont know what I wanted really. Just wanted to say hi I guess and maybe tease you a bit. But umm..oh.."she looks down. You follow her gaze to see that since you got up, a massive wet spot has cascaded down your thigh in two obvious lines. You blush all the more and move to be flat with the display, panicked. She sees your response and raises her hands towards you in a calm motion "Its okay" she says, "I brought some stuff with me in my car that I think can help out. Might be embarrassing for a bit- but not as embarrasaing or uncomfortable as... this" she gestures towards your whole self. "Go to the next section over at the pharmacy and wait for me in the family restroom there. Ill meet you there. Ill knock three times in a row so you know its me okay? Now hurry! I'll be right there!" She ran towards the stores entrance and you...did as she asked. Too stressed to do anything else. You panicked when you saw the family restroom was occupied. Though thankfully it was in an alcove that gave you a neccesary space to hide your shame as you waited. Moments later a woman exited holding her child's hand. "You did so good in there miranda! Soon you wont need those pull ups at all! You're getting to be such a big girl!" The woman announced excitedly. Thankfully they both left quickly paying you no heed as you managed to vulture the restroom from them. You waited anxiously for the woman to arrive as promised. Though the time was more likely just a few minutes it felt like an eternity. Feelings of stress, hopelessness, and abandonment riled through you as you paced in the restroom. Finally, three promised knocks! Without hesitation, you opened the door for the woman from earlier as she barged into the restroom. She locked the door behind her when you noticed what was strewn across her arm. A fresh horror set in as your face become redder than the ripest tomatoes in produce. It was a diaper bag. A very large, very obvious, diaper bag. It was pastel blue and decorated with winnie the pooh characters, wipes and powder could even be seen sticking out of the top of it. She turned around, took out a blanket and placed it on the floor, "lay down" she ordered. "What? But-" You interjectef. "No buts! Except for yours. On the ground. Understood? Or do you not want my help and feel up to walking out of here with everyone seeing you walk out of here in an obviously leaky diaper? This is the sunday crowd. You saw all those people right?" You nod silently, and relent. There was really no other option it would seem. So you laid down on the blanket. It was warm, and soft. A contrast to the cold tile in the rest of the family restroom. "...Okay I guess I can take your pants off for you" You move to do it for her, but by then your pants are already half removed and your leaky diaper is exposed. So there you are. In the family bathroom of a major grocery store, about to have your diapers changed by a complete stranger. The BABY pattern felt appropriate. You blush throughout the entire change. She even calls out seeing you start to get excited by the situation. But after some more teasing and fussing, youre in a clean diaper again. You stand up, only for recall your sweatpants are unwearable. "In ya go!" She cheerfully announced. You look to see that the woman already has a replacement lined up for you. Denim shortalls. While these arent absurdly babyish, they were far outside your normal comfort zone. You look at her, unsure. "What-did you bring something better? This is all ive got little one!" You blush and step inside of them. The woman disposes of your used diaper and you both step outside together. She goes to hold your hand, "Cant have you run away with my clothes now can I? Lets finish each others hopping and then we can get everything else figured out!" You blush and nod. Too embarrassed to think of putting up any argument. You both finish your shopping. At the end you go to her car to load her groceries. She hands you her reciept with her phone number on it, "You were very well behaved in there for me. Keep the clothes" You blush, say thanks and wave her goodbye. Later, you text her and her first response is, "Surprised that u didnt just ask me 2 buy u sum new pants or something from the clothing section. I guess you really are a baby- couldnt go 10 minutes w/o a diaper huh?" You blush and smile to yourself.

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