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Anyone ever smoke weed while diapered? I'm honestly such a pussy about weed, I'm sort of scared of doing it too often out of fear of getting addicted or something .. Lets make this a weed appreciation thread and speak of our experiences (No haters please)

Hi all. I thought I'd tell you my hospital diapering story. I write to you right now while wearing a large and somewhat soggy diaper with a medical look to it, while wrapped up snugly in my warm blankets. These diapers are very spacious and thick, they have the odd effect of making me forget where my pee-pee is positioned at all--seems it could be anywhere in the mass of almost nerve-numbing padding. I think I wet while I was laying down earlier, though I'm not totally sure. Probably peed a couple of times. Feels like I won't need a change for a while though. When I poke at these undies very gently with one finger only, it seems like wave of pressure is coming from all directions. I couldn't tell you where my finger was, or where my genitals were. They're in there somewhere, and that's probably for the better considering the accidents. Let me back up a bit and tell you how I got here, and how I ended up in diapers pretty much against my will. I had a mental health episode back in early February that landed me in an institution. I would rather not go into the specifics, suffice to say I was going to be holed up for a while. I remember that the food was hard to get used to at first, but, you get used to it. As a safety precaution, I was only allowed to wear the outfit that was approved there, a plain looking hospital gown and some ruffly thin trousers. They'd begun to force an unknown cocktail of medications on me which were having some pretty strong effects. I could tell by how sedated I was that there was some kind of anti-psychotic in the chemical soup. Three times a day with meals I took pills of many different colours, none of which I knew the potential side effects of. I guess I had to simply place my trust in an authority whose methods were unknown to me. It was around my fifth day there when I noticed pee leaking down my leg under the trousers I had on. It had already came out, I had no recollection of peeing. I was a bit dazed, and couldn't make out what that strange cold feeling was for a while. I noticed when I sat down in a chair in the common room that my crotch had a few thin lines of wetness emanating downward from it. It was only then that it dawned on me, I'd wet myself. No idea when, but I was wet now. I stood up and shuffled around, looking for my nurse. Her name's Lindy, she's a pretty woman a few years older than me. If I had to describe her body type, she's fit but a little thick, with something extra on the caboose. You'd almost think she was wearing diapers too, if it wasn't for her panty lines. I spotted her as she walked briskly past me on her way to the east wing. I had to catch up with her, but she was too quick. I followed along behind, trying hard to stay focused. It seemed like I was nearly ready to forget the whole matter and lay down on the cool tile floor for a nap. "Lindy?" I called. "Lindy?" She stopped and turned. "Yes?" "I had an accident I think," I said calmly, much more calmly than I would have if I wasn't totally drugged. "I see, I see," She said in a laid back and cool way. "Let's go, follow me." I was a little bit disoriented as she led me by the hand to the room I was staying in. I had little sense that we were going there until we were actually in the room. In a lot of ways it was more like a cell than a room, with white walls and an angular metal bunk bed being its most defining features. Up above my bed there was a small sliver of window, with bright sunlight trying to poke as much of itself in as possible. "Can you sit on the floor for me, hon?" She helped me to sit on the floor. The chillness of it made me shudder. Suddenly, I was feeling really cold. I started to shiver. "I'm c-cold," I stammered. "It might be a side effect of one of your meds. I'll be right back, you just stay on the floor, okay?" "Why the floor?" I asked hazily. "Well," She began, as if trying to find the nicest words possible give the awkward circumstances, "I'm afraid you'll pee on the bed--be right back, just stay there..." She trailed off as she briskly exited the room, closing the door behind her. I distinctly remember hearing the door's lock reverb through the room as it was turned, and suddenly I felt a burst of warmth on my crotch as I erupted into feeble shivers. I don't know how long I sat there, but when Lindy returned she had a really thick looking blanket which immediately put my heart at rest in a child-like sort of way when I saw it. She was also holding under her arm what looked like a package of diapers. I watched as she laid the blanket out on the bed and placed the diapers on my little bedside table by the ruled journal they gave us. I took this fact without concern, not really making the connection of assuming that those diapers were going to be there for me. Soon Lindy had placed a mat on the floor beside my bed and motioned for me to come over. "Come on, come on sweetie. This won't be so bad." I went to her cooing call, transfixed by her disarming gaze. It almost looked sensual at the time, but I doubt she wanted anything to do with my pants-wetting butt beyond merely changing it. Before I really knew what hit me, I was fastened into a gigantic crinkly diaper. I tried to sit up at first but fell back. Luckily, Lindy was there to catch me and help me sit up against my bed. "So, we have you in a brief," she said, looking at me with a sympathetic gaze that suggested a little pity as well. "I need you to not try to take this off, okay? I really, really need you to cooperate with me." "I don't wanna wear a diaper--" "I know, I know you don't. But I really can't trust you after that big accident you just had," she cooed. "No, no!" I said, raising my voice slightly as the gravity of the situation began to weigh on me. "Please, they're not so bad to wear... Will you do it for me?" She winked at me and smiled contagiously. I couldn't help but capture a little of her smile on my own lips. "Well, fine," I said after a pause. "But I don't need diapers." "Yes you do, remember that accident you had? I can't have you trailing pee. That's not nice feeling, is it?" She shook her head for emphasis. "Oh, yeah," I replied after a pause. I shivered some more and Lindy helped me into my bed and under the covers. She tucked me in like as if she was my mommy. It felt that way at the time. "Now you're all snuggly and warm, and protected. I will bring you your dinner and your medication soon, okay?" "Thanks mommy," I said before I could stop myself. I laughed at the silliness of what I'd just said and could have swore I felt something warm swelling up on my crotch. "Sorry mo--I uh--sorry Lindy." She looked at me for a long time after I said that. Not with an unhappy gaze though. I could see some pity in her eyes for her poor diapered patient, but there was something motherly mingled in there as well. When she sat down on my bed and began to stroke my hair, the motherliness was made much more manifest. There was no doubt that she cared about me in that most vulnerable moment. I think as she stroked my hair, I continued to dribble into my diaper. I shivered here and there, which only made the fight to keep my pee inside more difficult. I have no idea how much I was peeing at the time, but after she left the room I took a peek under the covers and saw that it looked puffy and yellow, though I felt totally dry. It was weird at first, I wasn't used to the oddly comforting and convenient mechanics of my new diapered life. Here I was peeing myself in bed and it didn't even feel wet. I looked at the plastic tabs fastened firmly on the front panel of my underwear and tried to pull one of them off out of curiosity and absentmindedness. It wouldn't budge, so I gave up my effort soon after. I didn't know what to think about being diapered at the time. so I rolled over and tried to get some sleep. I passed out almost immediately. I woke up in a daze and tried to sit up, though I struggled to at first, feeling a little bit dizzy. I stared at the wall for a while as I came to. The room seemed darker somehow. I looked up at the little window and saw no light pushing through. It must have been the middle of the night. I went under the covers again and looked at my diaper with an absentminded, child like curiosity again. My diaper's different! It wasn't soggy yellow anymore. When did that happen? *** I'll cut to the chase and fast forward a little. As the weeks went on I came to really like Lindy's diaper changes. She was really gentle about it and rubbed lots of baby powder into me with intimate movements. Her changes were the highlight of my otherwise dreary days at the asylum. I liked to look at her thick thighs as she cleaned me. I wasn't sure if my bladder control was getting better or not, and I didn't really care or think about it. As the weeks went by I watched as package after package of disposables came and went, doing their time on my feeble and soggy bottom before being relegated to the diaper genie. By the time of writing this, it seems I've lost most of my bladder control. But I'm not really concerned, since I have Lindy around most days of the week to keep me changed and secure. Maybe it's not so bad here. I found a group to play with during common time. When we aren't playing video games together, we're playing with blocks. They don't seem to know that there's a diaper under my pants, but it seems like they're as hazy and inattentive as me. I swear I caught a glimpse of the waistband of a pull-up on one of the women in the group. Maybe most of the patients here were in some kind of diaper. Luckily for me Lindy always made sure I was changed into a clean brief before playtime so I wouldn't have to be interrupted. So that's my story. I hope you liked it. End note: this is a fictional account. Hope you enjoyed the ride.

An original story about a twenty five year old woman who visits her best friend. Did her friend party too hard and fry her brain? Why has she decided to give up on being an adult and become a baby? Is it possible that something beyond her comprehension has forced her to be a baby? Find out below. Lauren stepped out of her car and looked at her friend's house or, more correctly, her friend's mother's house. It had been over a week since the young woman of twenty four had heard from her friend. Typically, they exchanged phone calls frequently throughout the week, supplementing the gaps in between with texts about various subjects and what not. However, Abbigail had stopped answering her phone and numerous texts were ignored during the last five days or so. The girls used to work at the same office until Abbigail had lost her job about a month ago and, while she was being a downer, for obvious reasons, she always maintained some semblance of contact with her best friend. This period of silence between the two unnerved the usually upbeat and confident young woman. Hell, she would've stopped by sooner, but a major project at the office had been dumped in her lap. Thankfully, Lauren had wrapped it up and used her first day off, in what seemed like forever, to check in on her friend. "She better be okay." The young lady in her small denim jacket and blue jeans muttered to herself as she walked up the driveway. One thing stood out to Lauren: Abbigail's car no longer occupied the patch of pavement in front of the Tudor style household. 'Had she just up and moved? Maybe she was out looking for another job or cruising around, smoking a joint?' A multitude of possibilities rushed through the young professional's mind, but one slightly significant detail did go unnoticed: a large, pink carseat occupied the backseat of the black Mercedes Benz SUV. *Knock* *Knock* An older Asian woman opened the door. This kind yet firm woman was none other than Mrs. Yoshikawa. Lauren knew the older lady well enough from her youthful days of playing with Abbigail and numerous nights filled with sleepovers. "Hello, Lauren!" She smiled and welcomed the petite girl in. "I wasn't expecting you to stop by." "I decided to stop by and see if Abbigail was in. I haven't heard from her in over a week." Lauren stated, facing Mrs. Yoshikawa in the foyer, her back turned to the hallway which led to the living room. "You sure picked a bad time to stop by." Mrs. Yoshikawa replied. "Why?!" Lauren exclaimed, noting the surprised look on the older woman's face, lowering her tone of voice as she continued her questioning. "What happened to Abbigail?" "Aside from a nasty dirty diaper this morning? Nothing." Mrs. Yoshikawa chuckled, walking away from the stunned girl by the door. "Dirty diaper?" Lauren muttered, following behind the middle aged woman. "Is she sick?" "No, my little Abbie is just fine. See for yourself!" With that said, the two women entered the living room. Blankets were placed randomly, toys strewn about haphazardly and the remnants of a few empty baby bottles littered the carpeted floor. However, all of this paled in comparison to the main attraction of this infantile circus: Abbigail suspended in a giant baby swing, legs dangling due to the massive, plastic bulk between in her legs. "Abbie, sweetie!" Mrs. Yoshikawa called out to the baby woman in the baby swing. "Your friend, Lauren is here!" "Abbigail!? What the hell are you- Is that a diaper?!" Lauren ran over to her friend, dodging the toys scattered about the floor as if they were landmines. Abbigail, or Abbie, grinned at her friend, like she was missing the punchline of a joke. "I'm a baby now." The diapered girl punctuated the statement with a nice spit bubble that instantly popped, sending spittle down her cute little chin. "I see a twenty five year old pot head, wearing a diaper while seated in some kind of bondage swing!" Lauren stated bluntly. "Look, it's better like this. No more stress, no more drama, no more icky jobs or boys. Just mommy and my binky." Abbigail reached her hand into her oversized pamper and plucked a pacifier from within the moist confines of it. Unbeknownst to Lauren, the glistening sheen on the bulb on the plastic teat was from her friend's pussy. The best part of her newfound babyhood was the way her diapers made her feel: constantly aroused! "You're not going to put that in your mouth are you? Abbigail giggled, nodding like a naughty girl, pushing the wet oversized bulb into her mouth. Savoring the flavor of her womanly essence. She loved swirling the pacifier around in her mouth, her tongue encircling it and drawing it in past her lips repeatedly, suckling it for all it was worth. It felt great against the roof of her mouth and against the gaps that were starting to form in her once perfect smile. "Look, you can't just give up being an adult." Lauren stared straight into Abbigail's eyes, ready to make a passionate argument about the beauty of adulthood. However, she faltered, unable to really find anything worth arguing about. Her childhood was pretty great after all, but she knew of two things her lifelong friend couldn't live without. "What about pot? I don't know many two year olds that can smoke." "Dun, needid." Abbie muttered behind her pacifier, a steady stream of drool starting to cascade down her chin. "Fine, what about cock?" Lauren knew that Abbigail couldn't last without a man in her life. The girl had been boy crazy since middle school. "What guy is going to want to fuck a twenty five year old girl who wears pissy pampers, huh?" Abbie spat the pacifier right at Lauren's face, the hard plastic shield bouncing off the other girl's forehead. "Oww, you bitch!" Lauren raised her hands up to the point of impact, rubbing the spot due to instinct. It honestly surprised her more than anything. "Pfffttt! Stop bothering me! I'm a baby now, got it?!" "No! Not until you get out of that diaper and get out of, whatever the hell that thing is that you're bouncing around in." "Mooommm!" Abbigail cried out. "I want milk!" Mrs. Yoshikawa came walking over to her twenty five year old baby, lifting her up from the big baby swing, setting the topless adult onto her hip. "It's time for little Abbie's feeding, yes it is!" The woman in her late forties proclaimed in a tone of voice best reserved for toddlers. Lauren could only marvel in morbid fascination at the display of strength displayed by Mrs. Yoshikawa. Abbigail was no porker, but she was still a full grown woman, weighing in at about one twenty while her mother probably only weighed twenty pounds more than her. Regardless, of weight or size, the mother carried her adult baby daughter with ease. "Abbigail, how is your mom so strong? Is she a weightlifter or something?" Lauren asked, feeling stupid by trying to justify how a middle-aged house wife could possibly bench press her twenty five year old daughter. "Don't be silly, Lauren. She's my mom." Abbie replied, as she was sat on the couch. Her mother adjusted the girl's position until she was in just the right spot. Mrs. Yoshikawa rapidly unbuttoned her top, revealing her nursing bra, each nipple purple and in pain, engorged and leaking white milk. "Latch on, Abbie. Drain mommy dry." Mrs. Yoshikawa encouraged the twenty five year old. "You've got to be kidding me!" Lauren said in a disgusted tone, standing about five feet away from the bizarre spectacle which assaulted her eyes. Meanwhile, Abbie was in utter bliss, enraptured by the rich, creamy ambrosia flowing into her mouth with each suckling. She barely even noticed that what remained of her teeth had disappeared, receded into her gums, leaving them sore and aching for relief. Only the pain which her toothless maw emitted told the twenty five year old that something was wrong. Luckily, for Abbie, the milk slowly soothed her gums. "Abbigail! You have to stop!" Lauren screamed, but it was too late for her friend. Abbigail was drunk on the infantile euphoria produced by her mother's magical breast milk. She paused her suckles for just the briefest of moments and looked at Lauren with a scowl. "Imm twing ta dwink mai boobie milk! Gidda hew od of hew!" Abbie lisped in the most angry voice she could utter. "Such a fussy baby, I think it's time for your nap." Mrs. Yoshikawa pulled Abbigail from thr other breast and pushed a large pacifier into her mouth. She then proceeded to wrap her diapered adult newborn into a large fleece blanket. She slowly lifted the baby woman from her lap, carrying the pacifier suckling twenty five year old newborn, swaddled up in the pink blanket past Lauren and up the stairs. "Can you close the door on your way out? Thanks!" The young, professional business woman was absolutely flabbergasted by the chain of events she had witnessed from within the Yoshikawa household. Unsure of whether this was a bad dream, drug trip or something more ethereal, she left out the front door as she was instructed. She didn't want to join Abbigail and had to admit defeat. However, no matter how Abbigail ended up like that, one thing was certainly crystal clear: she didn't want to be an adult anymore. To be continued... If you enjoyed this type of story, then please check out my Patreon for other wild tales of diapers and adult babyhood! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

A little something for 4/20. If you like this type if thing then maybe you could check out my Patreon. For just a dollar you can see numerous stories that won't be seen anywhere else. Check it out! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 Chapter 1: Getting High Natalie sighed as she closed the door of her dorm room after a long day of final exams. She plopped onto the couch as her roommate, Ashlynn, strolled into the small living room. The slender college student stretched her arms above her head; golden blond locks flowed behind her, contrasting her roommate's chestnut brown hair. Ashlynn looked down at Natalie while suppressing a slight yawn. "You look exhausted." "Yeah." Natalie laid out on the couch before continuing. "Today was tough and those exams kicked my ass." "I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that today." The blond waltzed over to the fridge and popped open a can of cola. "I slept all day." "Lucky bitch." Natalie replied in a huff. "Hey, don't be that way." Ashlynn sat on the arm rest of the couch and took a sip of her beverage. "You need to unwind." "Yeah, but weed shows up on a drug test and I'm not trying to get busted during a random at work" The brown haired girl sulked. "Don't worry, there's this new pill that is so chill." Ashlynn grinned as she recalled her last trip. "Yeah, I know that look." Natalie grinned. "What's it do besides get you laid?" "What doesn't it do?" The blond said thoughtfully. "That good, huh?" Natalie knew it had been a few weeks since she last did E. "It's like, flying, but so smooth and mellow. You constantly feel warm and fuzzy. The only downside is that Niagara Falls is constantly occurring in your panties the entire time." The blond blushed. "I'll just wear a maxi then." Natalie chuckled. "So, you got any of those little pills?" "Nah, I got to re-up on Maiden." Ashlynn said while pulling out her cell. "Maiden?" The couch bound girl asked. "I didn't name it." Ashlynn said as she typed away on her phone. "Fair enough." "Hey, Snowbird." Ashlynn greeted her dealer as she started pacing the room. "Yeah." The blond paused to listen while Natalie sat up, trying to hear the conversation. "That's cool. Was just wondering if you got any of the Maiden on deck?" Natalie watched Ashlynn walk from the couch to the kitchen and then back as the details of the deal were worked out. "Cool. Naty, you want one or two?" The blond asked while approaching her roommate. "I got twenty on it." "Alright, ten little pinkies then, Snow." Ashlynn grabbed her car keys. "Yeah, I'll be there in ten." Natalie yawned and stretched out, once more laying about on the sofa. She stared up at the ceiling and felt the anticipation take hold. 'Tonight will be so awesome!' About thirty minutes later, Natalie was awakened by her roommate calling her name. "Natalie, wake up. I got the stuff!" "Huh, oh...." She looked up at her blond friend as the young woman wiped the sleep out of her eyes. This caused Ashlynn to smile. "You sure need this. Good thing you took a nap. This stuff can make you pass out." The blond bombshell dropped four pink circular pills into Natalie's open hand which prompted the worn out woman to just pop one of them into her mouth. "Thanks." The short haired girl replied after swallowing the pill. "You're supposed to cut that little bad boy into quarters." "What?" Natalie looked up. "Why?" "Stuff is strong. Better get your Maxi ready. You're going to need it." Ashlynn laughed as she popped a small chunk of Maiden into her mouth. Natalie was only joking about that, but if what her friend had said earlier was true then she'd better grab it. The short girl quickly hopped off of the couch and made her way to her room while Ashlynn muttered something. Anxiety pierced her thoughts as she hoped that triple the dose would be just a little more chill instead of not being too much to handle. She rummaged through her dirty room for around ten minutes until Ashlynn knocked at her bedroom door. "What's taking so long?" "I can't find anything in here." Natalie pouted. 'Wait, why did I do that? It's not that big of a deal.' She thought. Ashlynn opened the door and noticed a pile of dirty clothes and an unmade bed; sheets on the floor and pillows askew. Natalie crouched on the ground by her nightstand. "Here." Ashlynn called out to her roommate while pulling a Maxi pad from her trendy bag. The crouching college student slowly stood up, on slightly shaky legs, but she didn't notice anything off. However, once Natalie was upright, Ashlynn noticed something, a huge wet patch could be seen on Natalie's blue jeans. The blond couldn't believe her eyes. "Looks like you could use more than a maxi pad." Ashlynn smirked "Wah?" Natalie looked confused until she took a wobbly step forward and felt her sopping wet panties cling to her tight midsection. "Dammit!" "I guess you can't handle the trip." "Can too!" Natalie pouted. "I just couldn't find that stupid pad in time." "Yeah, I guess my pants would be that bad too if I forgot to pad up." "Lemme change and I'll be out there soon." The brown haired girl stated as she started stripping her body of the offending wet pants. Ashlynn sat the lone maxi pad onto the bare mattress and giggled softly as she left her friend alone. "She totally can't handle her trip." Natalie heard her roommate's remark and felt hurt. 'How could she be so mean?' The girl thought as she pulled off her pants and threw them at the door in a huff. 'I bet she couldn't handle a whole pill.' This thought. This line of reasoning struck a chord with the college freshman. She grinned as she started walking towards the door in just her sodden panties before she stopped. "Oh shit! Almost forgot about this." Natalie grabbed the maxi pad and slid it into place inside her damp underwater and smiled. Protected from future soakings, the girl renewed her unsteady walk to the living room as she opened her door. The first thing she noticed was Ashlynn, sitting in front of the television, playing with her phone, mostly oblivious. In front of the texting woman was her can of cola. Natalie put two and two together. 'This will be too easy.' She just had to drop one of her pink pills into the can of soda. Once that pill was ingested by Ashlynn, Natalie felt confident that everything would at least be even. If she was going to trip she wasn't going to do it alone after all. Speaking of triping, the little devil must have kicked in. The carpet felt incredibly soft to her bare feet. 'Bare feet? When did that happen?' She racked her brain until she realized that she must've took them off to get her skinny jeans off. 'Makes sense.' Each step was increasingly unsteady, but she blamed that on her maxi pad. 'Stupid thing always feeling like a damn diaper or something.' "Finally found your way to the living room?" Ashlynn asked with a smirk while staring at her screen. "Yeah, I told you I fine." Natalie didn't exactly plan for her mouth to say it like that, but it was good enough. Besides, Ashlynn didn't look up and this would give her an opportunity to drop the pill into her drink which she did before she fell onto the floor. "Crap!" Ashlynn looked over to Natalie on the ground in her wet panties."You okay down there?" "I told you I is fine." Natalie felt fine, whatever was in this drug must reduce pain too. It didn't even bother her that she fell on her butt. In fact, her butt felt like it was getting softer. Maybe the urine had made her underwear swell up? Either that or her maxi pad cushioned her fall. "Whatever you say, Space Queen." Ashlynn reached for her fizzy drink and took a long sip off of the can. While Natalie watched her friend drink the cola, she noticed that she was still in her panties. 'Like, where the hell are my pants?' "Hey, where my pants?" The bewildered girl, sitting in an expanding diaper, asked. "I don't know, but nice diaper!" The blond couldn't stop laughing.'Where did Natalie even get that ridiculous thing?' Floating around in her mind, she couldn't quite understand what was so funny. "I always wear diapees." "Whatever, I dunno how you could hide this kink of yours from me." "Kink?" Natalie felt like she was pulled out of a hole. She focused herself and stared down at her waist where a thick, plastic coated disposable diaper greeted her eyes. "The fuck?!" The garment featured a landing strip filled with colorful little cartoons, smiling and in various poses. On each wing was a single large tape and leg guards that blocked any leaks from happening. Natalie poked it, hoping it wasn't really there or some bad hallucination, but to her astonishment, it was real. *Crinkle* "Yeah, that's definitely not my grandma's diaper." "Whatever." Natalie pouted, trying to think of a good response. "You probably seeing things." "I see a big fat diaper, that looks like something my niece wears, strapped around your ass." "You gave me this damn maxi pad. It's all your fault!" "Sure. It's my fault." Ashlynn scoffed. "Natalie, you're so high that you think a maxi pad could just magically transform into a diaper." "What else would explain it?" Natalie said, riding a sudden wave of clarity. "Look, you have a diaper fetish, which you felt compelled to share with me since your so fucked up. Plus, on top of that, I literally have to babysit your ass because you're so high." "You gonna be high too!" "Not as high as you." The blond retorted as she took another sip "We'll see."

A short story from my Patreon. Thought I'd share it with you guys to show you that I can do original stuff too. Party Girl: A petite young lady in her late teens sat upon her bed, furiously taping away on her IPhone. She had just been dumped by her boyfriend and, like many girls her age, was experiencing a cocktail of volatile emotions. Anger, rejection and a "fuck the world" mindset consumed her. Her latest text was peppered with profanity and colorful phrases which would make a sailor proud. The silver haired vixen hit the send button with vigor as she tossed her phone onto the bed in a slight rage. "Fucking pushy prick!" She hollered at the ceiling of her small dorm room as she entered the bathroom. "I'm not going to stop being who I am!" She stared at her reflection in the mirror after her latest outburst. Even though she was still hungover from the previous night of partying, her youthful appearance was rich with a positively radiant glow. Her breasts were modest in size, but still enough for any guy to enjoy and play with once she got him where she wanted him. Tiny in stature at around five feet tall, she liked to think of herself as fun sized. Perfect for a quick bang on a changing table in a public restroom or in the back seat of an expensive car. Studying her appearance, she realized that she would have to lose the jeans and pink t-shirt and wear her sexiest outfit: a latex blue tube top and a mini skirt which was the same shade of cerulean. It was that stunning combo that won her many a horny college man. She stripped down to just her birthday suit and walked into her shower. Fiddling with the knobs yielded her a nice, warm steady stream of water which cascaded down upon her firm breasts and toned body while she stood under the shower head. Her shapely legs and ass were soon soaped up as she moved away from the lower portion of her body and started to pour some shampoo into her hands. Quickly she lathered her flowing silver hair which had blue colored tips. A scene girl or emo was a label she was familiar with since it was commonly attributed to her manner of fashion sense and hair. However, she hated such misconceptions. A party girl was the only title that she felt truly personified who she is. Always on the hunt for a good high and a quick fuck. This latest hiccup in her life was just that, a deviation from her usual routine. She currently lamented on the loss of her longest relationship to date while she washed out the suds from her luxurious locks. Yes, he was a nice guy and the best sex she ever had, but commitment to one man had proved to be very difficult for the young woman. Never had she been with anyone for more than a week until this one guy managed to snag her. Immature and reckless were common phrases which emanated any time the couple got into an argument. He constantly fell back to those terms to describe her faults in the midst of most fights they had. The pint sized gal would admit that she was reckless at times, but that word: immature. That word made her blood boil as she recanted it while turning off the water and hopping out of the shower. "Fucking immature?!" She questioned the reflection which greeted her in the mirror as she grabbed a near by towel. "I'm a full grown woman for crying out loud!" The towel vigorously scrubbed her body and journeyed down to her shaved and bare cunt. Ever since her first pubic hair, she waxed, shaved and groomed her slit religiously. She never appreciated that gift which womanhood bestowed upon her during her grade school years. An epiphany stopped her from drying the rest of her body. "Fucker probably likes a massive bush. Immature my ass!" She grinned as she resumed her after shower ritual. That was certainly the most logical conclusion she could reach. 'He hates my grooming does he? Well, fuck him! I'm getting laid tonight and blitzed out of my dome!' Waltzing back into her bedroom butt naked, she heard her phone buzz rapidly on the bed. Quickly, she ran over to the device and read her latest text. "Fuck yeah! Party on the west side of town!" To be continued... Want to see the entire story? Check out my Patreon. For just a dollar you can see numerous stories that won't be seen anywhere else. Check it out! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

How come I always see that most members on here do drugs? Idk if it is that way so please answer the poll. But if you do drugs, then why?