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This is gonna be part one of a multi chaptered story that i'm doing for one of my patrons~ if you're curious check me out here~ https://www.patreon.com/Miakitty gonna update this once a week~ Part 1 By: Mia Bridget stretched her small wings as she adjusted her napsack, looking out towards the horizon at her destination. The antennae on her head twitched as the bee girl smiled, looking at the skyline of the biggest city around, Termitopia; known for its large and impressive skyscrapers that seemed to reach infinitely upwards to the sky. She had traveled far from her Hive, clear across the continent of Antinale, all for the chance to work in this wonderful city. As she hefted her pack and made her way down the small slope towards the road leading to her goal, she smiled a bit sadly to herself. She thought back on her time in the Hive growing up, her family and how much they disapproved of her decision to leave. She wasn’t a part of the Bee Nations Army nor was she a particularly good Worker Bee, hence coming to the conclusion that she could find work elsewhere. Despite seeing her parent’s disapproving glances as she went to start her journey, she left them with a hug, her love and a wave. She kept her feet moving through the tears that followed. It was a very scary thing leaving the only home she knew, despite how imperfect it was but to seek a better life, it was the choice she made, that she desired. Seeing that skyline of a new place she had only seen in post cards and magazines however filled her with hope. Determination is the only thing on her mind, walking under the midday sun, taking a small sip from her trusty flask of cool water. The bee girl gave a happy little wiggle, her stinger bobbing a bit behind her as she saw the city coming larger and larger in front of her. The gigantic mounds of the original inhabitants still stood, though what sprung up around them came from years and years of settlements, eventual species of bugs coming to populate and share amongst the original termite tribes. Nowadays, the city was a bustling place with all sorts of bugs from all over. Walking up to the gates she eyed the large beetles, standing as guards who held up a hand to her. “Hold it there little traveler, we need to take a look at your papers and for you to state your business. What business do you have here in Termitopia?” Grabbing for her napsack, the small bee started rifling through her belongings, moving her jars of nectar alongside the honey that her mother left for her. "Aaah here we go! My papers and I plan on staying here.. I want to move in and start my new life." The beetles looked over her paperwork, I.D. and various other documents carefully. One of them went to enter the information at a nearby console while the other smiled, giving a nod to the weary traveler. "Just gotta get you into the system Miss, shouldn’t take very long. You're quite a long way from your Hive by the looks of things; we don't see many bees out here besides the ones in the embassy. That'll be where you go first, by the way. Better to get you situated in your new living." Bridget smiled and nodded, listening to the guard. The other walked back handing her the papers and I.D. back, both of them were now stamped with the official seal of the city. Giving a happy little dance and swaying her little abdomen, as her kind were one to do, she took her first steps into the city. The hustle and bustle were evident, many bugs moving out and about the streets. Large centipedes used their many legs to construct and maintain the tall buildings, smaller ants carrying briefcases and paperwork between office buildings as just a couple sights to see. Making her way through the streets, being careful not to knock into any busy bugs going about their business, she made her way towards the bee embassy, smiling as she saw the familiar golden hue of a hive-like building. Stepping inside, she smiled warmly at her fellow bees going around the place, walking up to the receptionist who slowly and methodically walked her through her first days here. The fellow bee’s monotone voice was nearly enough to put Bridget to sleep but she powered through. The news was good though! As it turned out, the embassy was cleared by the Queen to give the bee girl a house to live in, as well as help finding a job. Being handed the keys to her new home and given directions on how to get there, Bridget made her way down the street and soon found herself looking at a rather small one-story home. Taking a few steps inside, she smirked a bit at the honey motif about the place, chairs shaped like honeycombs and a hive pattern on the wall. "Home sweet home indeed." Setting her pack down, Bridget took a seat and smiled brightly at her new home. She took it all in, basking in her new home, ready to start her new life in the big city!

Suzie Applegate was wetting her diaper. Let’s just get right to it, shall we? ‘Why’, you ask. ‘What kind of story starts with that?’ ‘Are we done here then,’ you might even ask? But I assure you there is a reason. You see, for Suzie that was not the story. That was nothing new. She was a woman in her thirties with what she adamantly called a 'budding' career. It just so happened that she had also worn adult diapers her whole life. What made this particular day a story she would remember was instead the inevitable, mischievous hand of fate, without which I believe none of us would have a story at all. But fate, as we know, is not always kind, and fear not: we’ll come back to the diapers soon as well. As you know, Fate has been known to use elevators for its machinations. Yes, this is another trapped-in-an elevator story, and no one would blame you for clicking away right now, but then you would never know the fate of poor Suzie, for no amount of button pressing would rescue her from her predicament. Even the emergency call button would prove to be dysfunctional. Their elevator simply stopped with a violent lurch of utter finality and in so doing had apparently made its final transition then and there (should there turn out to be an afterlife for elevators). The building, now that was moving; at least it did so briefly. It started about the same time as the elevator stopped and the lights went out (save the garish emergency lighting with its bright rays and harsh shadows) but it stopped as well -to the relief of our passengers- less than a minute later. This is where our story truly begins for poor Suzie and the other soon-to-be tormented passengers, and if you, Dear Reader, have any interest in finding out where it goes from here, you need only keep reading. I will tell you by way of introduction that Suzie was not a quiet, reserved woman. She was known for her quirky outbursts, but also for getting the job done. Her male coworkers would have me add that she was an attractive woman, but not the type to flaunt it. She had a natural beauty, starting from her undyed, fiery-red, flowing hair (which she kept tied back in a shoulder-length pony-tail) to her smooth skin and heart-shaped face, and finally to her slim arms, shapely legs, delicate hands, and... Well you get the idea. The only thing she lacked, according to the men’s room gossip, was a larger cup size, more risque clothing, and a ‘better personality’. She on the other hand felt quite strongly that the only things she lacked were her own corner office (like the one her supervisor Dick had) and a healthy raise. What does any of this have to do with the elevator, you ask? Well, elevators are like dinner gatherings; if you really want to know how people feel about each other, have them all over for a good roast and see who gets thrown in the oven. (Sadly, yes, that may be my best line, but let’s not dwell on that and instead get back to our story…) “Did anyone feel that?” Dick demanded, looking up at the ceiling with that same unflinching seriousness that his blue, hooded eyes always held at meetings over copy machine policy. His muscular body, braced against a corner of the elevator, belied his role as ‘the guy who never left his desk’. Suzie was still pulling herself up from the floor where she had been tossed by the abrupt halt, and was now helping Joe, or simply ‘the IT guy’ as he was known, do the same. She exhaled loudly and shot her boss a level gaze. “Felt what, Dick? What with it being such a smooth ride today, do you suppose we’re there yet?” He cleared his throat but otherwise seemed immune to the barb. His gaze belatedly surveyed the room. “Is everyone all right?” Liza, Dick’s secretary, was a petite and reserved woman with blond hair and dark eyes. She had been thrown against a different corner, but was still standing. “I’m okay… I think.” “I’m good- oof,” Joe said as he lost his balance trying to get up and fell to one knee. Suzie was bent over him, still trying to help him up, and did not notice the man’s knee pinning the very edge of her sundress to the floor. “Good,” Dick said quickly in his baritone voice. “Now, I feel that under the circumstances, I need to call an emergency meeting to address our situation. As we’re all in attendance, I’ll begin by-” “A meeting?” Suzie said incredulously, releasing Joe and abruptly straightening herself as she turned to Dick and took a step forward. The rest of the objection died on her lips as the sound of ripping fabric distracted them all, and she felt a sudden draft on her legs. She was now only wearing half a dress, and was exposed from the waste down. She noted this inconvenience by a downward glance at the ripped fabric, a pursed frown, and narrowed eyes. (It was an expression that might have said ‘we’ll have a talk about this later’ to a petulant child). Then she resumed glaring at Dick. “Is that what this is? Is everything a meeting to you? Would you-” she shushed Joe with a dismissive wave, “-have a meeting to discuss the building burning down around us too?” “Actually,” he replied in a steady monotone, “one of the things I think we should discuss is that-” She raised her voice to cut Dick off. “This is exactly why I can’t talk with you about anything: you always have to control the conversation and you talk like we’re at some fancy, corporate meeting-” “Miss Applegate,” Liza tried quietly, but everyone ignored her. “You know there are only five of us in the entire division, right?” Suzie continued. “Counting you and your secretary. So your illustrious ‘meetings’ could fit around a card table, and- Yes… You… Mr. IT-Guy, whatever your name is…” she blurted suddenly as Joe tried once more to speak up, “I know my freaking dress ripped! And you know what?” Her voice became mockingly cheerful. “Since we’re all here, why don’t we just have a meeting about that too!” Finally Joe got to speak. “But, your underwear is, umm…” He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose absently in a nervous gesture. “...showing a little.” Suzie did not so much as glance down, though her puffy Abena M4 disposable diaper was indeed on full display - there was no ‘little’ about it. In the quiet of the stopped elevator or any quiet room, its plastic exterior made a soft but audible crinkle when she moved. Even so, she had always preferred it for an all-day diaper on account of it did not sag or leak as easily as the ones that had the cloth-like backing. No one had ever given a sign that they knew, despite her wearing them around the office day after day. In meetings, at the coffee station chatting, or making phone calls in her cubicle, nature would take its course when it deemed proper and she would let it. She wore loose clothing so that it was never apparent. In this case, their work day had been interrupted by the events of this story early on and so she was only a little wet - enough to begin to discolor the diaper’s blue ink (wetness indicator) in the area between her legs, and to make a little yellowish spot. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman in diapers before-” she started to retort defensively. The floor lurched suddenly beneath them and silenced her, and she was thrown off-balance and right into the arms of Dick, who caught her on instinct and used the walls behind him for support. Unfortunately for her, just as the elevator’s harsh full-stop at the beginning of our story had interrupted her stream, this event served to restart it. She felt herself releasing as he stubbornly clung to her. “You can let me go now,” she protested. While the elevator was now sloping towards Dick and the closed door, it was not so severe that she could not stand. “Are you sure you’re alright?” the man replied with an obnoxious helpfulness which presently earned him no points. “I’m fine, alright, I umm…” She exhaled softly with relief as the pressure she had been ignoring in her bladder was steadily evacuated at the same time as her diaper was increasing in weight. She realized after a couple of moments that her pause made it easier for everyone in the cramped space to hear the steady hissing of her pee hitting the diaper. A familiar warmth against her groin was spreading outward once more. Normally she would not have cared too much, but then normally it would have been one more quiet sound in a noisy office - and normally she would not be so exposed. “I’m perfectly fine!” she finished hotly, pulling away from him with unnecessary force. Liza had looked away politely at some point, but she noted Joe staring with wide eyes and open fascination as she finished peeing, the steady hiss finally fading. It did no good to glare at the man; he wasn’t looking at her face. Dick’s chiseled jaw worked quietly for a moment without words as he formulated what he apparently felt was a perfectly coherent and appropriate response. “To get us back on track: in regards to the office dress code…” The others all groaned. “... I believe it would be prudent to add an addendum concerning the sturdiness of fabrics worn as the sole layer of clothing-” “I got it at Penny’s bargain rack, alright! Not all of us have a cushy paycheck and a private, corner office with a view…” “But there is no ‘Penny’s’ anymore, is there?” Joe wondered aloud. “There’s still one left!” Suzie defended. Dick droned on while they argued. “Second, and in regards to a point I was trying to make earlier...” "No, but umm,” Joe persisted in his characteristically self-conscious tone, ignoring Dick as they all were, “I think that’s now… Isn’t that a, umm…” “Whatever! It used to be a Penny’s, alright? They have clothes... at reasonable prices!” She glared at him to discourage a further response. For once it worked, and the argument died. “...fire,” finished Dick, the word loud in the sudden silence. She gave him a slow blink, a pointed exhale, and a tight grimace. “What was that?” “Yes, to recap,” he repeated calmly, placing his hand on one of the elevator’s walls and pulling it away quickly for emphasis, “I believe there is a fire in the building.” Sure enough, a hint of smoke began to waft from the crack between the elevator doors just as he said that. “The coffee shop,” Suzie said quietly to herself while Dick began saying something maddeningly useless about fire routes and office evacuation policy. “I should have just taken the job at the coffee shop.”

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Something a little short and sweet from me today~ i love these kinds of stories just real slice of life things! this is the kidna stuff my mommy and i would really get up to~ Standing in the doorway, the little bee stood eyeing up her mommy as she was busy bustling around the kitchen. The sweet smells of baking in the kitchen had torn the little bug from her beloved train set to the doorway. Twitching her little black stinger as he walked up to the gigantic spider mommy, she tugged gently on her shirt looking up at her. Her bright green eyes looked pleadingly as she whimpered a bit. Stopping her mixing, Lydia bent down, patting the bee girl's head as she dabbed a bit of flour onto the tip of her nose and giggled. “Ahuhuhu~ I do believe I told a certain little girl to stay in the living room while Mommy did some baking hmm? Can you tell me who that is, my little dearie Bailey?” Her antennae flattened a bit as she looked at her and shrugged a bit, looking down at the floor. Looking back up into her eyes with the best, sweetest look she could, the little one opened up her mouth trying her best to fix the situation. “But, mommy, I smelled them and it smelled sooo good! Can I please have one?” Shaking her head a little bit the large spider reached down, grabbing the pacifier clipped to the yellow and black striped overalls, popping it into her mouth and giving her bottom a pat back towards the living room. “You know the rules Bailey, you can have a cookie after we have dinner. Now I don't want to see you back in this kitchen again, is that understood little missy?” Nodding a bit with a dejected slump as she waddled back to her toys, the toddler-sized woman sat playing with the toy trains once again. When suddenly it hit her, she had a full proof plan to get cookies before dinner, all she had to do now was wait. After what seemed like forever to the impatient bee girl, the sound of a timer going off and the oven opening reached her sensitive ears. Deciding it was time to set her plan in motion, Bailey shot up from the play mat she was sitting on and toddled quickly to the front door, banging on it with a sense of urgency. Her antennae shot up at the sound of footsteps from the kitchen, heading into the dining room adjacent to the foyer she was in. She quickly doubled back through the living room and into the now empty kitchen, eyeing her prize sitting on the counter. Cooling there was a tray of fresh Christmas cookies. Bailey noticed a small snag in her foolproof plan; she actually had to get up onto the counter somehow. Toddling over to a small table, he stood on a chair, her wings starting to lift her off of it and hovering with a buzz over to the counter. Climbing up onto it while eyeing the cookies, the sweet scent hypnotized her. Reaching out to grab one of the delectable Christmas tree-shaped ones, the young woman failed to notice the spider mommy re-entering the room behind her. That is until she was grabbed by a sticky webbing on the back of her overalls and lifted up dangling in the air, spinning slowly to come face to face with a rather stern looking Lydia. “So, would you care to tell mommy why you're trying to get a cookie when I said not until later? That's a pretty bold move even for you my zippy little Bailey bee~” Blushing a bit as she spun, he folded her arms pouting a little bit. Lydia sighed while sitting in the chair she had pushed over, placing Bailey in her lap facing her as she wagged a finger at her, making the bee ears droop a bit as she looked into her hurt looking expression. “You really scared Mommy today, Bailey. What would Mommy do if you had fallen right off this counter and hurt yourself hmm? That is not ok, not one little bit, ok?” Pulling her close, she hugged her gently as Bailey's ears drooped further. She hadn't wanted to upset her mommy at all. Her little arms hugged her back as they sat for a second rocking gently before Lydia stood up, sitting her gently into the highchair before pushing it into the corner, facing it as she looked up at her with big teary eyes. “Don't you give me that, young lady. You get five minutes in the corner for being naughty. It's the time of year to be good, y'know my little bay-bee, Santa is watching after all.” Sitting in the highchair looking at the wall, she had some time to think. She genuinely felt bad for making mommy upset, not to mention the fact that she was right; she could have gotten hurt pretty bad. She'd try her hardest to be a good girl for her Mommy and Santa from now on. Her ears perked up a bit as she heard the door to the oven open once again, craning her head to try to see what her Mommy was doing now. Catching a glimpse of what could soon be a cake going in, the little girl turned back in her chair forming a new plan. Well… she could always start trying to be good next year.

Part 1 It was a hot late afternoon in August 1875 when a small group of girls was sitting in the patio of the Vennesvik inn. However, a random observer would notice that their arms were tied behind their backs. The group was no exception. All women around had their arms tied up as well. According to the Restriction Law in the Estreamund Kingdom, all females over 16 had to have their arms tied except for at home. Their husbands, fathers or brothers had to take care of their needs but they also had the authority to keep their wives, daughters or sisters tied up even more than necessary by the Law. In case of missing a family-related male caretaker, a public male caretaker was assigned. Almost all females were plagued by incontinence and they had to wear diapers. Of course, there were no disposables diapers available at those times, and dozens of washed diapers were hanging behind every house. The women and girls had to wash their diapers two or three times in a week. Surprisingly, there was no sign of rebellion from either side. The males accepted their role even if it was quite uncomfortable, and the females didn’t try to protest or try to escape. There was something like a dark mystery and curse hanging over the country as if the mind of every human was affected by a magic power. “How are you doing today, Anette?” a blonde girl turned to her neighbor, “It’s fine I’ve finished my chores and my father allowed me go here and drink a beer.” “You’re lucky, Sigrid; you have your father. My father passed away long ago and Olaf has been taking care of me since then.” “I know, Anette; Olaf is a good caretaker; I haven’t heard any complaints.” “Of course, he is but he has to take care of five girls including me and I have to stay tied up whenever he isn’t around. That’s quite frustrating. I can’t do anything on my own and I have to wear a thick diaper package. Today he stopped at my house at lunch and I could eat and change my diapers. Since then, I’ve been browsing the village and trying to waste time. He will come in the evening to do his round, and he will tie me to the bed then.” Sigrid nodded only. She knew about Anette and several more girls and women that were assigned a public caretaker. Olaf was really a good man, but he was a bit overloaded. Each of his clients had one morning and one afternoon reserved during workdays and about two days of weekend every month. Most of the reserved time they washed their diapers and tidied up. Nevertheless, Olaf’s life was even harder; he had only two days off in a month. James walked over to the girls and he held the glassof beer at their lips so they could drink. James was a nice young boy; he was the innkeeper’s son and he often helped his father. “Thank you, James,” Sigrid smiled at him. “You’re welcome, Sigrid,” he replied and moved to Anette. Anette drank up her cup and almost asked James for another one when she felt a stream of pee soaking her diaper package. The package was quite heavy and uncomfortable, and she couldn’t dare to pee once more until the next change. “Good afternoon, ladies; hopefully I don’t disturb” Olaf’s voice sounded cheerful and the middle aged man sat down next to the group. “Not at least, Olaf. Is your shift over already?” Anette turned to him. “Yeah, Anette, it is getting late. Maybe I should start my evening round soon. Would you like to be the first one?” “Why not, Olaf?” Anette’s heart jumped; she would get rid of the damn wet diaper. “Well, I’ll drink a beer and we can go then,” Olaf nodded, “James, bring me a glass of beer and the dinners for my girls.” The women cared for by public caretakers couldn’t work and the municipality took care of all their needs. The innkeeper prepared food and his expenses were refunded. Unfortunately, that was a reason for bad relationships. The poor women were considered parasites despite the fact they couldn’t work. Five minutes later James appeared with the beer and a big bag, Olaf paid for the beer and lifted the glass to his lips. He really was thirsty. Anette watched him only. “Let’s go, Anette,” Olaf stood up and stepped forward. Anette also stood up and waddled behind him. The wet package between her legs was heavy and Anette was worried about a leakage. “Hurry up? Anette,” Olaf closed the door and Anette hurried up to the small bathroom to remove the diaper package, wash herself and put on a new diaper and change into her nightshirt. She ate her dinner quickly and washed dishes. “Up to the bed,” Olaf took several pieces of rope and followed Anette. She lay down obediently and stretched her arms behind her head. Olaf tied her wrists to the upper bedposts. “Spread your legs,” Olaf took another piece of rope and tied it around her left ankle, “Sorry but I have to be sure you won’t try to get free, Anette.” “Don’t worry, Olaf. Why should I try to do it?” Anette smiled at Olaf. He was a handsome man, and he sometimes couldn’t resist the temptation when he took care of women. He was single; no woman wanted to marry a public caretaker for a good reason. Anette liked him and they had an intimate relationship. “Okay then,” Olaf tied her ankle to the lower bedpost and moved to her right side to repeat the procedure with her right ankle. Anette moaned quietly when she felt his hands on her bare legs. “Good night and think of me.” He covered her, leaned down, kissed her lips, put out the light and left. Anette couldn’t fall asleep; it was too early. She was thinking of Olaf, and she felt a slight arousal. Her life was almost miserable, and the time spent with Olaf was a pleasant one. Of course, she had several friends in the village, but they met rarely. Sigrid and Kristi were quite busy with helping their families. Mona and Hannah were two widows, and they were also cared for by Olaf; nevertheless they were quite boring and Anette wouldn’t like to meet them because of the urine smell. The old women liked beer and their diapers leaked almost every day. The thoughts of Olaf caused an itching feeling down between her legs, and she started pulling on the ropes in a vain effort to scratch that itch. Unfortunately, the inability to scratch the itch made it even more intense. She started moaning and pulling on the ropes but the response was unexpected; a stream of pee soaked her diaper. She sighed only, and the arousal disappeared. Suddenly the door opened, and a small figure sneaked in. “Hello, Anette,” James’s vice sounded cheerful. “Hi, James, nice to see you. Have you finished today?” “Not exactly but I wanted to see you. You are that lonely and you might need a friend.” “Oh, it is really nice from you, James. Right, I am quite lonely, and Olaf had to leave to take care of other his clients.” “Would you like to have one more beer to sleep better?” “Oh no,” Anette realized the wet package between her legs and blushed a little, “I would leak until morning.” “Unless,” James grinned mischievously, “unless somebody changed your diaper.” “Hey, what would you like to say?” “Don’t worry. I think Olaf has changed your diaper already. I know how to do it; I’ve changed my mother and sister already.” “Okay then. I might use it,” she smiled at the small boy. Was he really that nice? “Wait a little,” James set off and he returned fifteen minutes later with a glass of beer. “Drink,” he held the glass at Anette’s lips and let her drink. Anette was quite thirsty and drank it up quickly. The reaction was almost immediate, and another stream of pee escaped her bladder. “James …”, she grinned, and James nodded. He brought two cleans diapers and lifted Anette’s nightshirt, unbuttoned the rubber pants and removed the wet diapers. “You are all wet indeed,” he pulled the wet diapers form beneath Anette and put on two clean ones. “Well, it will hold until morning,” he covered her, took the wet diapers, put them into the pail and left, “good night.” Anette closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly. She was glad to have a new friend even if it was a small boy.

Hi there! I'm Mia it's nice to finally stop lurking here and actually start posting~ I hope you all enjoy this story! The winds were whipping roughly as they found their site, the small team of archeologists grinned to each other; they had found their quarry. They were looking towards the tomb of Mamafohyu. The swirling sands and harsh heat surrounding them, the leader of the group smiled. “It’s time to set up camp, gentlemen, we’ve found it.” After a long few hours, they had set up a camp at the base of the large pyramid. The thing towering above them gave some shade as they set their tents up. The leader, Jackson, poured over his maps and tomes he had set up on the small table. “This is it… We just need to find a way inside and we will be able to see for ourselves what hides in this tomb!” His guide spoke up from behind him, holding an odd artifact in his hand; the shiny golden cube had all sorts of different shapes on its sides, on one was a compass, the very same that led them here. “It is indeed exciting. We may even finally find the missing pieces for this artifact. Who knows what secrets it may yet hold for us, but I must urge caution. We must all be prepared to enter this place… possibly tomorrow or in the next few days after some research.” Shooting a glare at the man as he went back to his maps, Jackson waved him off though he did reach back to grab the artifact right out of his friend's hand. He gave a curt reply and wove him off to keep setting up camp; Jackson had a lot of work to do. As the sun started setting, Jackson looked to the rest of his group a few hours later as they were winding down for the night, with their various night caps and sleeping tents set up. The fire extinguished after their meal of bread and soup, and soft snores came from them all. “You can wait until tomorrow my friend, But I… I waited years and years for this… So, no, I will see you there when you decide to get over your fear.” Reaching down into his bag to grab a flashlight and a small flask of water, he held the artifact tightly, shining the light onto the golden cube. Heading directly towards where the needle pointed on the compass on top, he came to a very large sealed door. The smooth slabs of stone seemed imposing on their own as he dusted off the indentations on the side, reading aloud as he uncovered them. “With the invite in hand and the stars aligned, this place will be yours if the pairing is true.” Shaking his head, he wiped more and more of the dusty stone away until he hit something he hadn’t noticed before, a large portion of the stone sticking out in the shape of a large star. His eyes widened as he looked to the cube in his hands and sure enough, one of the sides depicted a large star hole. He wondered if… KACHUNK The star shape fit perfectly in the cube, as the artifact started spinning the whole wall seemed to spring to life, slowly rising as the sandy dust fell around. Taking a few steps inside into the dusty tomb, he looked back as the door slid closed behind him. No going back he supposed. As he walked through the dusty corridors, he progressed deeper and deeper until he came into a large chamber. Carved along the walls were many many different scratches and on the far side was a gigantic statue of a woman. The golden plated woman stood tall, her body covered in jewels and gold baubles, the smooth golden goddess stood high over the room, easily dwarfing him. As he walked up towards it, the golden words etched into the tablet lit up. "Hello little traveler, welcome to my domain. I'd love to play a game with you, if you answer my riddle you’ll earn your prize." As he watched the letters light up seemingly lit by molten gold as it moved down a line, he saw a riddle form on a far wall in much the same style of writing. "If you were carefree and lived your life as a babe, though bigger, you would be as complete as me. Then you shall start it all again. It would come to be like this." Underneath the words were quite a few symbols, a bunch of them seemingly out of place, nonsensical and abstract, besides one. Looking at his device, Jackson reached up, slipping the side around the only piece that would fit. The circle formation slid into place as it pulled from the wall slipping into the cube… 'coming full circle' he laughed a bit as the letter suddenly turned a bright green. The room started to shake and shift, it seemed to form and shift as the walls melted away, making the room even bigger, with a large pot filled with what looked like water boiling away as the fire beneath it started. Other large stone slabs along the walls seemed to light up as well. As all this happened a deep purple light drew his attention towards the opposite wall. Another riddle, he noted, seeming to have more shapes jetting in and out of the walls, the lot of triangles spinning and moving as they shifted. "You must find the one that fits, the one that led you here will get you through to your next puzzle." The ‘riddle’ was hardly a challenge he thought and after slotting the appropriate shape into the side of his cube, as it fit snugly into the hole he realized another wall had lit up, a deep red coloration to these letters. "A heart full of love, a lifetime of care, will all soon be yours if you pick the right square." Blinking a bit as he grabbed the square, Jackson shook his head a bit. While standing there watching for anything else to change, he had heard a few things moving and shuffling in the walls. Walking back to the center of the room, he stared at the visage before him, placing the block down on the ground before the pedestal. The whole thing seemed to shine as he set it down, each side glowing the same color as the riddles written when he picked it up. "There we are now, I've completed your puzzles, where is my prize?” As he spoke, the room started quaking once again as the previous puzzle walls shifted and shook. He watched the room shift around him, noting that the path he came in from was now sealing shut with a wall. Thinking quickly and dropping his flashlight, Jackson ran towards it though unfortunately for him, just before he made it to the wall, it slid closed with a loud echoing thud. His flashlight that was dropped on the floor, seemingly on its own, clicked off. His breathing quickened as he fell to his knees, crawling on the ground trying to get back to where he remembered his light being. Feeling over the smooth dusty stones, he tried in vain to find the heavy flashlight. As his hand went to grasp it, he gasped as he felt something on his neck, a firm hand grasped him from behind, he yelped out in fear as he felt his body leave the floor being picked up and held against something soft. Snap With a click sound, many torches and sconces around the room lit up, it being even bigger than before as he noted the statue that stood prominently in the room was gone. Now that light flooded the room however, the flickering orange glow illuminated the creature holding him. The large golden woman from before! He felt her warm body as he was held cradled in her arms, the soft golden fur covered her lion like body, her large headdress loomed over him as she spoke. “My my.. I didn’t think I’d find you playing in the dark. You brought your toy back here nice and safe didn’t you?” He stammered and sputtered, all of his fear and shock getting caught in his throat as he was being carried. Looking back to the cube he had found, it appeared to be much less ancient than when he found it. The shiny gold block sat on the floor, the brightly colored shapes sticking out of it gently. “Making my baby’s block the key to freeing me from my prison was a risky move.. but you eventually figured it out, my little one. You did so well too… but what have you gotten up to over these past years, you look so much bigger… no worries though, Mommy is back and we will get you properly ready.” As she started walking, Jackson struggled, his mind coming back to him as he whimpered a bit. Of all the things he thought he might find in this place, this was certainly not it! After walking into a new room, he gasped a bit, a seemingly gigantic nursery stood, soft silks and a large cradle sat in the center of the room. The gigantic Sphynx was headed for another object however, as he found himself laid down on a large padded table covered in thick plushy silks. He felt himself sink into the material as he was laid down, his body still somewhat frozen as he watched the gigantic woman use her large claw-like nails to almost surgically remove his clothing, leaving him naked in the nearly freezing room. Taking her time as she changed him, she reached down under the large table grabbing thick piles of cloth. As he felt her soft furred hand grip his ankles and felt the cold air on his exposed bottom, he grimaced watching as the thick cloth was pulled between his legs and pinned together with large solid golden pins, the appearance of blocks of gold set upon the flooding white cloth around his waist. A similar headdress to her own was placed upon his head and as she settled on a large throne where her statue once stood, Jackson found himself lifted to her engorged breast, milk leaking out. As he opened his mouth as if to scream, his lips covered the exposed teat, finding himself either by magic or his own shocked psyche, drinking from the creature's breasts. She spoke softly. “My sweet sweet baby prince, you solved my riddles and gave me back my eternal life… your prize is more than any gold could ever bring you… a life of contentment and care… with me here safe in this place for all eternity…” As much as they tried… Jackson’s team couldn’t open the door to the pyramid. They had no key, much less his affinity for translating hieroglyphics. They tried and prodded and poked at the door for a few days but after a week and a half they decided it was useless and packed up. As he stared back at the pyramid in the distance while riding the horses they rode in on, the guide simply smirked a small bit. He hoped that his friend got what he wanted in the end and that he was happy with his treasures down in those depths. The sands would claim that hidden place but the wails of the large infant desperate for escape from his predicament, some say, could be heard over the shifting sands for all eternity.

After being put in diapers by machines. Cody falls down onto the conveyor and accidently poops his diaper. The machine detects it and thinks cody is a dirty diaper. So it grabs him giving him a huge poopy diaper wedgie then throws him in the diaper pail with the rest of dirty diapers. Art piece by jigarvasani

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