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Hello. I’ll start with my name, Brandon. I just want some advice and understanding. my partner m (27) and I m (22) have been in a gay relationship for 4 years now. We co-parent his biological son together and want more in the future. When we got together and over our relationship I’ve asked and pushed for him to share about his most intimately parts with me as I do with him I’ve always given him everything he’s asked of me I’ve never judged and I’ve understood everything about him constantly. a year into our relationship we took a big step to move out of area together into a house and start a real life together. Since we have lived here we have argued lots about my trust to him and visa Versa and I’ve always kind of felt somethings been off and I’ve literally believed that he would be the only person in my life that wouldn’t lie to me. on Saturday I found a diaper boys profile called josey96 and a tumblr account all with pictures and videos of his play time and other bits.. his location was set as local on diaper boys and his tumblr was written in a way that wants to meet with people. I’ve now tried to understand him I’ve put boundaries in place allowing him to do what he needs to do while I try and soften the blow. My mind feels like if this was something he spoke about when we got together or even anytime between that I have not had to come across it accidentally and end up in shock then I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable with it but where it’s based on this lie I just feel like everything he’s said has been a lie. He tells me he’s not met people and he tells me he’s not done anything worh any other people in the whole 4 years we’ve been together but he’s posted vids and pics every few months and sometimes days and weeks for the last 5 years. Can someone help me understand all this?

It seems that I have a perpetual interest in returning to diapers 24/7. However there has always been a reason I have given myself not to. But my intrigue still exists on what that is like to be back in diapers full time. if you are 24/7 and have a S/O, I’m curious on how you approached the topic of 24/7 and how your relationship has changed due to your permanently diapered status. So some questions How did you approach your return to diapers 24/7? How has being diapered 24/7 changed your Sex life? Does your S/O change your diapers?

Hi, I hope you enjoy this story. In the past I have started lots of stories here and never finished them. I wrote this about a year ago, and posted it to fetlife. I meant it to just be a one off story but a few people asked for more and I kept going. I'm now on part 10. Since I have written so much I thought I should share it here too. It took him a few minutes realize his situation when he woke up, not in his own bed, cramped, wet and uncomfortable. He could see the white rails going up in front of him. "Dammit," he said out loud. He was laying in a 52 inch crib staring up at a stuffed animal mobile. The morning erection which would usually greet him every morning was stifled by the pink plastic cock cage, when it rolled his squished penis hurt. In an attempt to avoid this very thing he'd tried to pee really good before he went to bed, as his wet diaper now indicated. He relaxed and tried to let the pee flow, it wasn't easy but eventually he soaked the already wet nighttime diaper and even felt a little creep out into his sleeper. This was Saturday morning. Normally on a Saturday morning in Summer he'd meet his pal Ted and go fishing on his boat, he instinctively looked at his wrist, and remembered his wife took his watch away. There was no clock in the nursery, I wonder if I could still catch Jim he thought. He sat up in the crib, and thought about getting out, the rails were up be he could get over them if he wanted. Still the rule was that he wasn't allowed out of the crib until Mommy came to let him out. Getting out would be trivial but his wife had set the crib on 12 inch risers meaning that from the top of the rail down to the floor was 55 inches. He stood up and looked down over the rail. Of course the latch they had rigged up was locked with a small padlock. The same kind of small padlock that was keeping his cock locked in it's cage. It's probably really early, she's probably not even up yet. I could just go get some snips and cut the cage off, he thought about the wonderful orgasm he would whack out as soon as he got the cage off and he felt his little guy start to stiffen up and press against the cage again and he moaned in discomfort. This has got to end, he thought. "Bahh", he said as he threw a leg over the rails and got out of bed, he reached his foot down but couldn't quite touch the ground, his soaked diaper sliding against the top rail as he stretched. He tried to reach just a bit farther but lost his balance as his diaper snagged on the rail. He found himself falling and hit the floor with a thud. How the hell did I end up like this, he thought. A month earlier he was in a similar situation, laying on the floor of the guest room wearing a diaper and a cute onesie with bright pink trim and printed with hearts. His diaper was soaked and messy and he was listening to a hypnotic track on headphones, and he was happily suckling a big pink pacifier. He didn't even notice his wife walk into the room until she was looking down at him. She'd got off work early and came home to surprise him. The next few hours were rough, he explained his diaper fetish, and swore over and over again that it had nothing to do with children. His wife was shocked, then upset, then angry, really angry, then sad, really sad. She eventually packed a suitcase and left. She called the next day, and they talked on the phone for hours. Her anger had died down and she'd done research on adult babies, finding out that as he had said the fetish had nothing to do with pedophilia. That evening she came home and they had a long discussion, he explained he'd been doing this since he was a little kid, and that he didn't know why he liked to do it, but he loved it. At her request he showed her all of his stuff, his diapers, his onesies, his bottles and pacifiers. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to bag all this stuff up and throw it away," he said. "Well... I was thinking, I've always had this fantasy of being a tough in charge kind of woman," she said. He laughed, his wife was super sweet and nice and rarely wanted to be in charge of anything. "Seriously don't laugh, and since you know, we can't have a baby, it might be kind of fun if you were my baby." His eyes opened wide, words that he'd imagined his whole life just poured out of his wife's mouth. "Ummm, wha.." he stammered. "But there will be strict rules, you have to understand what hurts me more than anything about this is how you kept it away from me all this time, it's almost like you were cheating," she said. "I'm sorry," he said trying to fight back tears but losing. "It's just so, embarrassing," he said and began to sob. "Oh come to mommy," his wife said and wrapped herself around him and he cried into her shoulder while she gently rocked him back and forth, She supported his head and whispered into his ear, "Your mommies baby now and she loves you so much," in a few moments she felt his cock growing stiff and realized how incredibly horny he was. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra, then guided her husband's mouth to one of her nipples. "Fussy baby, here you go," she gently said. While her husband latched on and suckled she alternated between rubbing the front of his pants and his nipple. Soon he was unable to control himself and was humping and grinding her legs. She undressed him and then herself then lead him to the bed where they had mind-blowing sex. His cock was harder and went deeper then she'd ever felt, he moaned in rhythm with her. "Yes, baby, yes baby," she began to say as she felt herself heading towards orgasm. "Yes mommy, yes mommy," he said back. They came together, both screaming in a mind shattering orgasm, then collapsed on the bed. "Would you like me to diaper you now?" she asked. "Nahh, I'm good," he replied. She wondered how closely his adult baby desires were connected to just having an orgasm. "That's something we'll have to work on," she said with a laugh. The next day they had the best day of their lives, something they'd always dreamed of doing together, they converted a guest bedroom into a nursery. They bought the biggest crib they could find, which wasn't really big enough, but would have to do. They bought a white table that they converted to an adult sized changing table, and some organizers for diapers and toys. They filled a cart at Baby's R Us, with all kinds of baby supplies and neither one could wipe the big smile off their face. Finally, they ordered several cases of different adult diapers. "That's a lot of diapers," he said. "Well you're going to need them," she replied

So here it goes again! The absolute love of my life has had this fetish since he himself was in diapers. I'm completely new to the scene and I need help with tips, advice, anything helps! We as a couple have just opened discussion into exploring this together. He's bought his preferred type and we've been through 3 nights of him being super comfy! I'm happy for him, now that he's comfortable with himself he's so much happier. But my dumb ass normie brain keeps getting her feeling hurt! How can I try learning about the desire for this when the community is so obscure!? I need a guru. I need links. I need friends who are going through this or wish to help me understand how my love feels and how to better make him comfortable. Also ya girl is a XXL and needs a site for cute sizable diapers to try this thing out!! Wish me luck, even if I get no responses airing this has kinda been therapeutic in a sense. Anyways, peace and love. Thank you for the time.

So here it goes. The absolute love of my life has had this fetish since he himself was in diapers. I'm completely new to the scene and I need help with tips, advice, anything helps! We as a couple have just opened discussion into exploring this together. He's bought his preferred type and we've been through 3 nights of him being super comfy! I'm happy for him, now that he's comfortable with himself he's so much happier. But my dumb ass normie brain keeps getting her feeling hurt! How can I try learning about the desire for this when the community is so obscure!? I need a guru. I need links. I need friends who are going through this or wish to help me understand how my love feels and how to better make him comfortable. Also ya girl is a XXL and needs a site for cute sizable diapers to try this thing out!! Wish me luck, even if I get no responses airing this has kinda been therapeutic in a sense. Anyways, peace and love. Thank you for the time.

I don't post here much anymore, not that I used to much before, but I figured I'd share my experience I just had sharing this part of me with my girlfriend of 4 months. She took it well. To give you some idea of where we both are in life; she holds a masters degree in counseling psychology. She isn't my therapist, she's my girlfriend, but still that is an asset for both of us to understanding of each other's journey in life and our mental health struggles. I came into this relationship having done 3 years of therapy to resolve a lot of issues from my childhood. I haven't really brought up this part of myself with my therapist, as I felt no need to do so. I shared this with her, and told her how the desires came out of my childhood and how they have always been with me. I told her that I felt shame over it for many years but have come to accept it as part of myself that will never go away. She told me that she understands how things like this can come about, and that it isn't a dealbreaker for her at all. She is at this point uncertain how comfortable she would be if I wore around her, and I let her know I have no need to involve her in this, but that I'm concerned about a future where are more committed than now, and that we will need to revisit this in that context. She is glad that she doesn't know much about our community so that it hasn't colored her perceptions, and that she can learn about it from me and what it means to me. There is much that we will still discuss down the road, but I am fully confident that she wants to be supportive and that we will be able to communicate openly and honestly about this without bringing judgment, shame or criticism into it. So that's just it, just wanted to share that. Feel free to ask me anything.

Alright! So we got a post Impact world, little super human drama. The circling of events takes place after our big hero has taken out the big bad in the world. I can feel my skin crawling as I post this. Sigh. I'm about nine chapters in, so we'll see where this chestnut ends up. I hope you enjoy the world and the people in it. If you see grammar or some sort of continuity error, let me know. I try to edit as I go, but ya know. You always miss stuff in post. Enjoy kiddos! For now here comes the prologue and the first chapter. Yup. ...Yup. *slams head on desk* Woo. Showtime. Shades in the Afterglow Prologue: A Hot Summer Night Society is a balance of people living in a collective agreement on what is the common greater good. The moral fabric of society crumbled one great day when the answer to the Fermi Paradox came roaring from the heavens one fateful evening in the fields of Siberia. While not intelligent life per se, it had a profound effect on humanity's concept of itself. Ideas and powers that seemed to be legendary or the stuff of dreams in the past, came roaring to terrible life after the Great Impact. It was subtle at first, the manipulation of elements or a minor change in appearance, but with it came powers to rival the concept of God and what it meant. The Great Impact represented humanity's decline into the Metamorphic Age, in which the population began to be overtaken with the struggles of change. Wars spread. Famine spread. People changed. Many of the old concepts of government dried up, putting warlords and tribalism in their place, causing a great rift in technology and societal advancement. Asia's answer came in the form of the Sino-Ruso alliance, with many of the larger “zaibatsus” or city states headquartered in Japan. The cities are sectioned into zones, or self contained quarters where many people make their lives, as their talent falls short of some of the upper echelons of society. On top are made up of what people call “architects,” and hopefuls, individuals whom possess great moral fortitude. With the elevation of status these white knights have in society, comes the greater attention to their talents, the ability they use to keep society from going topsy turvey. As such, in the more advanced centers of technology, hero worship of architects has come into vogue, as well as their fallen counterparts. The greatest and the worst of these characters could be considered, Captain Orion, the Architect of the Hunt, and Deus, considered the Anti-Architect of the Fallen, king of darkness to some or a teacher to others. The contrast between the two the former looking like a golden age comic book hero, decked out in a hardened soldier's of blue and white, with an eglantine crest on his chest, and the latter, a sharp being of pure dictatorial will in a sharp black suit, never bearing armor, represented the head of the opposing forces that would gather on the humid summer night. The gathering, was a seemingly fitting end to the current age of hero worship in the Alliance zaibatsus. Both the hero and the villain's times were eclipsing that evening, with whomever winning passing on the the age old torch to the next generation. Hot on the heels of the Anti-Architect's lessons, a young man named Helios Reign, a hot headed fiery-haired devil, and his crew reconnoitered at an old Yakuza speakeasy that had long been abandoned in the Kamino District in Yokohama. The bar still retained much of the original oaken splendor of its former Yakuza days, heavy red velvet maroon curtains, gilded glasses, and bricks of thick mortar. Having successfully kidnapped one of the top Architect apprentices, Kagutsuchi the Fire Bearer, the motley group of villains sized up what could be a potential ally. The young man at the center of this crowd, growled defiantly, the unruly mass of his spiky black hair pressing into the back of the stiff leather backboard he was bound against. Kagutsuchi's angry glare centered on the black clad ringleader of the affair, Helios Reign. Pushing a bit of his wild curls aside, Helios smiled, a bit too widely perhaps, behind the half skull mask attached to his face. He had shards of bone attached to his adaptive armor, giving the image of a ghoulish look to the young man. It was a token leftover from his former family when his ultra destructive talent, Unmake, manifested, taking their lives. “Quite a brilliant night isn't it?” Helios drew closer to the bound Kagutsuchi, observing him. “Here we all are, gathered here upon the precipice of history. Finally, a little drop in the bucket to help people wake up and flood them with the realization that the society built up by these architects of “justice” is nothing more than just a sham.” Helios circled around the bound black haired youth. “So many people falling into the cracks between the light of Architects like Orion, with no recourse.” He gestured to the air. “What? Waiting to be saved?” He shook his head dismissively. Helios leaned forward, his dusky eyes fixed upon Kagutsuchi. “Physician heal thyself. Those who can, will, save themselves. The rest,” He shrugged, “drown in the currents of history.” Helios stalked back across the room and perched upon one of the oak bar stools. “You are one who is being pulled down, like us, by the masses around you. A tide of helplessness surrounds those of us,” He gestured widely to the group, “Whom can get things done. We seek to end the reigns that confine, choke out, and pigeon hole such individuals. Take down the farce of a society that architects like our “great” Captain Orion have created.” Kagutsuchi's face became dark, silently listening to the man's words. “People are losing hope in this system, that's why we can strike. The architectural caste system is starving this world of any real meaning.” Helios Reign rose once more, crossing the room towards Kagutsuchi. The devilish young man sighed running his fingers through his hair once more. He glanced over at a patched up individual, who looked like a ghoul in parts. “Ashe, please unbind our potential ally.” The corpse-man quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure now is the right time?” Helios nodded lightly, “We need to see allies as equals. The bindings were more to expedite his trip here than anything else. Things can be cut off in the warp if your not careful.” Ashe began to undue Kagutsuchi's bindings. The fiery young apprentice lowered himself to the polished floor with a muted grunt. Helios flicked his gaze over to a well dressed, shadowy figure standing behind the oak bar. “Release experimental groups one and two.” The shade's golden eyes narrowed for a split second. “Done.” “Good man,” Helios drew closer to the unbound youth, “So, Fire Bearer, you were denied your rightful place at this year's Architect selection, citing your gung ho “attitude.” Your festive nature has been toned down at every turn, held back, and beaten down by those old fools who support “just” society. You're a man of action, truly a warrior in the arena. You're capable of achieving more than this system has in store for you. I believe you are akin to us in your frustration. Unbind the shackles of such a mediocre fate, and reach towards ultimate freedom and self determination.” In the far distance an unearthly cry and a muffled rumble could be heard. Helios Reign paused thoughtfully. His eyes flicked to the shade once more. “Sunder, release the third group.” “It's done, Reign.” He nods in acknowledgment, continuing, “This is the tipping point. Throw the caste system into the waste bin of history where it belongs.” This time Kagutsuchi smiled. He squared his muscular shoulders and slid his left leg back. “I hear you talking a lot about history, the nature of things, systems and all that junk. Someone told me architects and the Fallen are two sides of the same coin. For all I know, that might be true on some things, but all I see is a person who can't get what he wants and makes excuses. There's no history to that. It's just weakness.” With that he aimed his hand at Helios Reign's mildly surprised face and issued forth an explosion from his hand. The resulting fireball knocked the jaw bone off of Helios' helmet and shook the bar. Knowing the volatile nature of the group's boss, Sunder sucked in a breath and readied himself to either diffuse the situation or warp some part of the explosive apprentice out of the group's vicinity, disabling him. The shadow kept a weary eye between the alert monitor behind him and the situation unfolding in front of him. Helios' amber eyes narrowed in rage, but he steadied himself. Kagutsuchi continued his statement. “I'd rather die with a smile on my face saving one person on the hunt like Captain Orion, than join you guys.” Helios picked up the helmets jaw bone lower half he'd lost and attached it back in place. He shrugged indifferently. “Well, above all,” He turned his back to the young apprentice, “I believe in freedom of choice. If you won't join us, no problem. I'll put you or parts of you to some other use in a Construct.” Helios Reign cracked his knuckles and prepared to strike, Kagutsuchi shifting himself into a fighting stance. The mood of the group changed as they prepared for an aggressive assault. Just then an out of place knock issued from the heavy front door. The group paused in momentary confusion. Sunder's eyes flew wide in panic. “Reign, the first group of Constructs are off the grid.” An ebullient voice rang out, “PACKAGE DELIVERY!” Helios' head jerked towards his shadowy associate. “SUNDER! Warp as many people out of here as can!” Helios Reign rushed forward, in a guarded stance, shifting a small blonde female member behind him, covering some of the others in the room too. A few of the members, including the blonde, were quickly warped out by Sunder. “Shit,” he growled. “That damn architect can't even be serious, when...” The door fractured and caved inward into the room. Ashe, the ghoulish looking man closest to the door, collapsed from the blow like a bag of wet cement. Kagutsuchi took the moment of confusion to blast himself out of the room, while taking a few shots at the surprised Fallen below him, making a hole in the roof above him. The concussive blast killed the hearing of most of the individuals inside the bar. With their ears ringing, the Fallen took up fighting stances and began to trade blows with the peace keeping forces that were now flooding the room. Sunder had warped as many of the members to a predetermined factory field, a fall back place in case things went south. The monitor crackled to life near Sunder. He could hear a familiar deep voice over the static. “Half the district is in flames. Sunder, send Reign to my position.” The coordinates flashed on the screen. At that moment, a navy blur knocked out two more of the members in front of him, one of Orion's hunting crew. Sunder made to turn around, but found his movements restricted by the sudden growth of silky steel threads around him. He surveyed the room, looking for any last minute maneuvers he could manage. He struggled, shifting his misty form. Gaining the least bit of freedom, he turned around, he heard a shout from Helios. “Sunder, release the other Constructs from the factory!” Sunder couldn't sense their presence, so he focused on the other location Deus sent seconds earlier. “They're away from the coordinates! I'm sending you ahead...” Another violent impact rocked the bar. A god like figure dressed head to toe in white and blue armor, rushed into the area with a hard smile on his face, his tattered navy cassock fluttering behind him. His salt and pepper hair stuck slick to his forehead,a blue tinge to his skin flushed with adrenaline and the thrill of the hunt. It was The Architect of the Hunt, Captain Orion. Helios shot the shade a wild look and screamed, “No, stop! What about y...” “It seems like the package delivery was successful. I'm taking you scum out... To the hunter goes the spoils!” Sunder sent out a warp portal to Helios' location leaving a blank spot and empty ropes in his wake as the architect's blow connected to the structure. In another move, the shadow remembered another way point for additional support. There was another jolt, momentarily breaking his concentration, but he caught the last package in mid warp, releasing it. The roof began to collapse inward from the kinetic force of the Captain's punch. The shade turned to face what appeared to be another gray-haired huntsman, decked out in an architect's navy cassock and mask. Upon momentary reflection, he remembered the jagged scar on the Architect's face was named Argent The Architect of Webs. Sunder stretched out his form and went on the offensive summoning a few warp gates to counter silken threads shooting from the architect's body. It was all the more pity he couldn't see that the object hurdling towards him from behind that the architect had grabbed with his threads. The rubble struck him in an unguarded moment upon the back of his inky skull with a thunderous force. In addition, Argent managed to constrict one of the main arteries in Sunder's neck, causing him to black out, but not before hearing: “That's the problem with you Fallen, always an opening.” ***** As suddenly as he went down, Sunder found himself laying flat upon the white tile, staring at the halogen lights. The wispiness of his abyssal form flickered. He righted himself, brushing the supposed dust and debris that was on his tailored vest and slacks. To his surprise, he had woken up alone. The shade found himself at the crossroads of a nondescript, clinical hallway. “HELIOS REIGN?” He called out in a hoarse voice. Arbitrarily he picked the right hall and preceded down it. “Ashe?” “Lilian? ...Vertigo? Mr. Materia?” An eerie and oppressive silence pervaded the corridor between Sunder's calls. He preceded carefully, his light footfalls breaking up the din of his calling. Sunder's yellow eyes flickered left and right. The overtly bland nature of the place was unsettling; however, nothing had yet presented itself to him to indicate that this was anything more than a regular building. “Reign,” He called out once more questioningly. “Where have I been sent to?” Sunder ran a misty hand over the surface of the wall. Perfect, not a single flaw. The mist of his form probed for any nicks or wear. There were none. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. He had to find the other members of his crew and regroup. In a coordinated effort, the night was meant to be a psychological blow to the Architects. Maybe this was some sort of “ace in the hole” the other side had that the Anti-Architect hadn't described to him. Sunder was familiar with types of binding and illusions the various Architect groups had at their disposal, but this seemed to tread the lines of unreality. “HEL,” He called out far louder this time. There was no answer. Sunder picked up his pace down the labyrinthine halls. The walls, the lines, the very lights remained the same, corridor after corridor. There seemed to be no sign of anyone else other than himself in alien structure. Within line of sight, he warped through the halls, skipping over the corridors in a blur. It was more of the same. Although Sunder kept his movements level and fluid, a mild thread of doubt began to bloom in his mind. There seemed to be no rationality to this place. “Hel,” he called out, “We need to rally and plan a counterattack! With respect sir, our allies need us!” Something like a groan echoed throughout the hallways. Sunder halted his movement mid warp, stilling his swirling form. Scanning the corridors for movement, he pulled down his mildly rumpled vest and slid into a combative stance. Unseen prickles in the back of his mind began to pick up the movement of another as of yet unknown being. Sunder calmed himself and drew in a breath. “Hel, I hope you fare better than myself and can get to everyone,” He readied a warp portal off of his left hand. He yelled out with cool enthusiasm, “I'm going to enjoy bisecting you cretin!” Black tendrils reached outward from the portal on his left hand. With an aggressive eagerness, Sunder whirled around to strike out at his unseen foe. His portal managed to capture one of the rigid arms of the creature in question. He sent it flying across the room with a loud metallic clatter. It was the arm of an institutional hospital bed. Apparently, the dampeners weren't quite having the proper effect and the head trauma from the bar's debris weren't helping matters. The two police officers that were sent to guard the unconscious Sunder threw back their chairs and readied their weapons. Sunder's form swelled as he readied more portals on the offensive. The first officer was warped up and sent crashing down again from the ceiling of the hospital ward, knocking him out. The second guard managed to fire his weapon, an electrically based weapon with paralytic properties. Due to the shade's lack of focus, the weapon hit true on whatever “meat” lay in in his right leg, causing him to grunt and shift himself through a portal out into the hallway of the hospital. The crew hadn't had time to send the Fallen villain to a proper facility due to the madness that was still unfolding in Yokohama after the collateral damage caused by the battle between Sunder's leader The Anti-Architect Deus and The Architect of the Hunt, Captain Orion. Sunder began to warp himself through the corridors using his line of sight as the panicking crowds swirled around his misty form. A fervent ranting issued forth from the unseen mouth of the angry blackness, his eyes narrowing as he spouted out taunts at an unseen foe. Sunder nearly reached the exit of the ward when the reason for his current predicament, Architect Argent, burst through the door with one of his wounded allies who had quelled the assault. Surveying the situation, the old architect ran a hand through his gray hair. He heaved a sigh, breaking away from the entourage and his injured comrade he ran towards the infuriated black mass. Argent's gray hair fluttered away from his face as readied more thread to pull a metal bench to clobber the misfit shadow with blinding force. “I see once is never enough for you people. Always an opening and no defense.” Once again, another sharp blow was issued to Sunder's skull, rendering him unconscious. Luckily, this time the villain managed to skip the labyrinth and land himself in the dark abyss of being comatose. His body, much the the bafflement of staff, that it had such mass in the first place, was recaptured with with the cuffs he bore and a further collar on his neck. This time, Sunder was sent to the proper facility to deal with higher tier criminals, much in the same direction his counterpart, Helios Reign would too. As Sunder lay recovering in the reinforced maximum security hospital ward, his fate was being debated upon and decided. He personally had no records, but the crimes he committed the Yokohama attacks, kidnapping, collateral damage from various raids were. The shade's “physical” recovery, was dubious due to the lack of available options for treatment. Every time medical staff would try to scan Sunder's body, it would shift in and out focus due to the lack of defined concentration on his part. To the frustration of medical staff, his coherency would slip in and out with each shift too, only allowing him to take in enough resources to stave off thirst or utter starvation. Unfortunately, with the lack of properly defined medical equipment, as with many less actively human in nature talent users, the waiting game had to be played. As soon as Sunder was medically able, he was transferred to his solitary cell, which essentially amounted to a fancier Faraday Cage reinforced block of halogen lit concrete, with the usual bells and whistles for containing more volatile effects of talents or those that couldn't be quite quelled by the genetic dampeners issued to inmates. No further escape attempts would be allowed. Unbeknownst to the Fallen shadow, during his convalescence, his comrades were being interrogated and tried for their parts in the wave of collateral damage that had occurred during the Yokohama Attacks as it were. The most serious offenders were sent to Dis, a high security prison for those found to be too volatile to be housed in other facilities within the zaibatsus. Others on a form of program S-9, under extreme operational prejudice, were matched and sent to be reformed, by newer initiatives to cut down on the growing population. The dust had settled from that humid night, but questions still remained as to the nature of their organization and resource gathering. It was about six months later when Sunder opened his eyes and regained a moderate amount of consistent coherency. Twenty four hours after he spoke his first lucid words, the first investigators came, to get what they could from the shadow. CH 1: Interview with the Eggheads in the Lab The seasons had began to turn outside the walls of Sunder's concrete vault. The initial clean up of the Yokohama Attacks was well under way, bull dozing many of the ruined structures or repurposing the leveled areas into parks commemorating the event. The final battle during that event between the Architect of the Hunt and the Anti-Architect had been the first and one of the most elaborate memorial parks. A beautiful garden had been erected, the blooms now subdued in the winter's coldness. A statue in the center of the facility depicted the most famous scene in the battle, in which Captain Orion and the then winged Deus, hurdling to the earth from on high, and the Captain delivering the final before the could level the district. The two went down in a gout of hellfire, wrecking the Captain's body, an active sacrifice for the good of the people to put down a tyrant. Governing and law officials poured over the data from the nights events. From the various psychological techniques used to lure in recruits, the methods for obtaining money to fund the endeavor, and many of the shell businesses used to house the group's intentions were brought to light. The most curious artifacts from that night were the homunculuses, called the Constructed. The Constructs, creatures with translucent shimmering skin and exposed cerebrums, were monstrous. A warehouse housing all manner of the creatures had been captured that night with stunning success. Although there was little damage to the stock in the warehouse, there was little to indicate the nature of the creatures aside from directly testing them. What came as a result from the testing shocked scientists. The majority of the creatures seemed to bear little in the way of intellect, but their physical attributes were myriad. Many bore regenerative properties and great strength, as evidenced by previous assaults on the Tokyo Zaibatsu the year previous. Others upon further testing might be able to produce fire, acid, or icy waves whilst being airborne. Still others looked like they might have some sort of psionic abilities, like long distance communication, cognitive disruption, or mind control. Creatures bearing markers of psionic abilities were destroyed due to potential volatility. The diagramming of genetic markers made further results more disturbing. Some of the Constructs bore entirely new DNA structures, which while exciting, was somewhat expected by the researchers. The disturbing fact came to light that some of the patterns began to match up to people within the governmental talent registration database. Combinations of DNA from various talent users were found in some Constructs, but the worst were exact matches. It came as a bit of a shock when some of the missing criminals in the underworld and some ordinary people were found to be Constructs too. The conclusion was clear to them; the bleeding edge of genetic research had been employed to manifest this army of things. The rub came when there was no data on how they gathered the massive amount of DNA nor the manner by which they managed to achieve such results. With almost the entire population bearing some genetic talent in modern times, natural variability was enough of a threat without the pure weaponization of talents through massively inflated artificial means. On the other hand, the amount of genetic research could further the overburdened medical field that struggled to bear the brunt of humanity's frenetic genetic drift. Bearing data retrieval in mind, the investigators set up a makeshift interrogation room outside of Sunder's cell. Allowing for the limited space in the small foyer between the armored hallways, a sturdy metal table, chairs, and recording station were set up to conduct the interview. Five people entered the room: a doctor clad in a white coat to ascertain the coherency of the villain's statements and verify data, a younger female Justicar for the Alliance, a dark haired man who served as the main coordinator and interviewer during the spate of investigations into the Yokohama Attacks, and two armed guards. The three officials discussed amongst themselves what they wished to divine from the inmate outside the heavy door. For his part, Sunder drew himself up to a seated position on the cot in his room. The shade blearily stared at the floor, trying to pull together the situation in which he found himself. There seemed to be a ringing in his head. Not good. He felt like someone had backed over him with a truck. Also, not good. His yellow eyes darted around the sterile room. There was metal sink, a small mirror over the sink, a concrete toilet and water fountain, that sat next to a table that was built into the wall. A stationary concrete stool sat in front of the desk. The light appeared to be coming from lights embedded in the floor. It was a change from the halogen lit hallways he had found himself bouncing throughout on so many nights, running. There was no window in the room, but there was a heavy door leading out to what he thought might be a small secure vestibule. To think of it, he couldn't pinpoint where he was currently staying. Going through the locations of training facilities and testing grounds in his memory, Sunder tried to remember one that had secured lock down rooms. It couldn't have been the Western Okinawa Facility or the lab in Vladivostok. Both of those featured open cages in the recovery and housing units for staff and active creatures. He ran a misty hand over the poured concrete wall. The shade reasoned that the walls had to be, at minimum, a couple of feet thick. That left out the European research center. “Of course,” he reasoned out loud, in a hoarse voice, “It has to be the psionics field testing unit in Shibuya.” The use of psionic creatures would definitely explain the thicker walls. It helped keep out mental interference from the general populace. He took stock of himself after this realization. His misty body was covered up in a gray, stained coverall, that come to think of it was scratchy as hell. Too many loose threads, invading the space his body occupied. No, wait, why would they have him there? Why would he be wearing this thing? Had the research lab been running trials again? They had been about to move into testing the third phase of long distance interference with the Constructed. Sunder had helped with testing before at Dues' behest, due to his body's uncannily misty nature. The eggheads in the lab also liked testing the effects of various talents in the warp too. They tested times, effectiveness, and the ease of deployment for the creatures. He shifted his body to the side. It hurt. Had something gone wrong he wondered? It seemed to him that the roll out would have been another month out, after Helios Reign and he scouted that factory in Yokohama to house the Constructs. To that end, where was Helios? It was Sunder's job to look after him and be available to help bring the Anti-Architect's plans to fruition. Reign was coming along more recently as a leader, but his skills still needed to be polished, his frustrations controlled. They'd just gotten more allies other than the ghoul, Ashe, and the small blonde shapeshifter Lillian. The new recruits had to be tested and put through their paces. Compatibility with the Constructed had to be sorted. Why was he in Shibuya? Had they been testing some of the new members? As Sunder's thoughts began to spiral, the solid chunk of the door outside indicated someone was entering the vestibule. He turned jerked his head towards the maroon door as it opened. Two highly forgettable guards clad in plain black uniforms stepped through the door. That seemed consistent with the typical staff at the Shibuya facility. “Stand up and place your hands through the slot please,” one of the guards issued the order in a deep voice. Sunder compiled without resistance. A secondary set of talent dampening cuffs were applied to his wrists, this time with chains. He briefly wondered why there were two sets of dampeners on his wrists, but some of the other facilities had used them to help him condense his form for testing. The shade shrugged the thought off as the trio stepped into the vestibule, where the investigators awaited him. The lights out here still shone from the floor. His head hurt. He wondered how long this would take. Before him Sunder noted the three figures in the room, two men and one woman. Clearly the man with the gray speckled beard, who was seated on the far right, was the head researcher. His yellow eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Was the man's name Umetsuo? It sounded right to him. The female looked familiar too. Sunder remembered her at a few of the creature trials in Europe. It seemed to him the auburn haired woman had gained a little weight, not that it was a bad thing. She was seated in the center and smiled up at him politely. The final man, he looked all business in his suit and dark blue trench coat. The dark hair on his head was clipped short. Was he from the lab? Was the man an infiltrator? He had that look about him Sunder reasoned. He was seated to the left most of all of them, close to a machine that sat against the back wall of the small room. One guard closed the maroon door behind them, as the shade entered the room. He took a post near the back door, while the other took up a position near the other door leading out of the room. Sunder furrowed his brow. This seemed awfully official for a training exercise debriefing. Maybe something had occurred. Had he hurt someone? Did one of the creatures breakout and effect him? His head did hurt. Then there was the matter of this scratchy vestment. Was there the far off possibility he had hurt one of his comrades, even Helios? No, he had to focus. There was no reason to jump to conclusions in light of the lack of information he reasoned. He bowed a little bit to the trio and cleared his throat, who returned the greeting in turn. “Good day, lady and gentlemen. I'm sorry for my lapse of manners, I should have greeted you promptly,” Sunder pulled out the seat in front of him and settled in it, looking to the doctor, “My name is Sunder. I am an associate of our mutual employer Deus. I work mainly in the Tokyo branch. Dr. Umetsuo, was it? My apologies, I regret I don't have the names of your other two colleagues. We've surely met elsewhere, maybe in Europe or somewhere else.” The female Justicar's face still bore the smile with which she had greeted the inmate. Her eyebrows raised imperceptibly in surprise at the cordial greeting. She glanced between “Dr. Umetsuo” and her trench coated colleague, Senji Koda, a talented empath would be made of use for the interview. Koda shrugged, flipping a switch on the machine next to him. “Well, Mr. Sunder is it? That an interesting name. Is that your last name or...?” She fished inside a bag at her feet, pulling out a pad of paper and a few pens. “No ma'am, that is my only name.” “A mononym,” Senji Koda piped up, shifting to a more comfortable position in his chair, watching the shade's body language. “Okay, Sunder. Well, my name is Naomi Fuji and the gentleman in the trench coat is Senji Koda. We'll just be having a bit of chat and debriefing on some of the events that have occurred lately. We want to make sure that the 'research' group stays up to date on the happenings within the various branches of the organization. Will that be okay with you? We'll just be having a bit of an informal discussion about these things, the state of the Constructed and such.” Naomi smiled at the shade. Sunder nodded his head in agreement, his shoulders relaxing. “Well, good,” she began. Koda cleared his throat. “First thing,” Senji Koda took one of the pens on the table and a piece of the paper, “We need to get a baseline of how much you remember, for comparison's sake.” “How old are you?” Naomi inquired. The shade sat for a second pondering the question. “I don't know.” “Where are you from originally?” “I don't know,” Sunder replied. Koda looked genuinely surprised, glancing over at the doctor, who shrugged his shoulders. “Do you have any family,” Naomi continued her questioning. The shade tilted his head, “In so much as, biological?” Naomi nodded. He shook his head, “Not that I do know, ma'am. I wish I did know.” “You are male, Sunder?” the doctor chimed in. Sunder replied with humor, “Yes sir, as male as any other male I suppose.” Koda seemingly satisfied with the shade's responses, scribbled: He's being truthful, pretty relaxed too. He might think is a debriefing or official response, maybe? Naomi furrowed her brow slightly. “Okay, thank you Sunder. Let me ask you this, so we can verify your long term memory,” she cleared her throat. “Yes ma'am?” “What is the first thing you can remember?” Sunder leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. He remembered his first night in the old neighborhood. “I remember walking down the street on a humid night in Yokohama. Say, twelve years ago?” “In Yokohama, huh?” He nodded, “Yes. The neighborhood has a nice mix of street life in it. I just remember wandering. There is a nice tea house on the upper most part of town, but I didn't frequent it at that point.” “Oh,” Naomi jotted a note down on the paper, “Were you by yourself?” The shade nodded, leaning back in his chair, “Yes, I had no companions then. I remember it being a humid night too. There was... a sound?” “What sound?” Koda asked. Sunder cleared his throat, looking directly at Naomi. “You'll pardon me madam, Ms. Fuji, for saying this...” “No, please, go ahead.” She jotted notes down on the shade's comportment. “It was the sounds of a woman being 'violated' in a most unwholesome way.” “Oh.” “Yes,” he cleared his throat, “ Not that I could appreciate it at the time, but it didn't seem right. The man-beast, creature, was a great stinking thing. Thoroughly classless. He had her legs splayed open and was inserting all manner of tentacle like objects into...” Koda cut Sunder's statement short, “We get the idea.” The shade coughed and continued hoarsely, “Quite. I took the liberty of relieving him of those objects and that lump of a thing he called an arm with my warp.” Sunder passed a note to Naomi. Old case. That would have been the Yokohama Worm Rapist. He was found at a local hospital after the woman identified him. Both accounts mentioned a 'man eating' shadow. “Did you try to speak to her? Or was anyone else there?” He shook his head. “Speech didn't really occur to me until later. I guess, I just was sort of an empty vessel then, but the actions of that thing didn't seem right...” “And after you interrupted it?” As if to confirm the note Koda had passed, Sunder finished with, “The creature ran screaming. I never saw the lady again. She'd shambled into the night, poor thing. I guess seeing me do that to him would be traumatic enough under normal circumstances...” Sunder coughed, looking at the doctor, “My apologies. Could I trouble you for a glass of water from that pitcher? It feels like I haven't had anything to drink in ages.” “Of course.” He filled a glass and passed it to the shade, marveling as the creature brought it up to what might be considered his mouth and watched the liquid disappear to somewhere, “My thinking with your previous statement, Mr. Sunder, were you aware of your form at that time?” Sunder shook his head, putting down the glass. “No sir, it came as a surprise to me when I passed by some shop front windows. I mean, I had thought it odd that my steps were so light.” “So you have no memories or knowledge as to your previous state, or if you had one?” said the doctor quirking his brow. “No sir. As far as I know, I have always been like this, I mean, I knew I was me.” the shade paused, “My apologies for asking this but, is this line of questioning necessary considering...” Justicar Naomi interrupted with a quick lie, “It 's part of the reason why we're all are here Sunder. There was an incident with one of the Psionic Constructs. We have to make sure everyone is who they say they are and make sure there haven't been any duplicates or false memories implanted in our associates from the general fallout. You understand, right? I'm sorry if this seems like we're beating around the bush.” “Oh, no, no. My apologies, Ms. Fuji. I'll endeavor to answer all of your questions. I just wanted to make I wasn't wasting our collective time.” The shade bowed slightly. Naomi Fuji nodded, “Think nothing of it. That's quite gracious of you.” Koda chimed in, “Speaking of questions, how long did you wander the streets like that? It's to establish a timeline, of course.” Sunder pondered the question. “I'd say six months there about? I remember it had started to snow by the time I'd found that warehouse. I'd parted with a fellow who'd shown me the ropes, so to speak.” “Showed you the ropes?” The shade nodded. “He was a nice fellow. He taught me diction, some basic signs, how to pick a lock. Truly, he was a gentleman.” “A gentleman? Well, what happened to your friend?” “I think he died of a heart attack, as one night I couldn't rouse him.” He shrugged. “You didn't try to get help?” Justicar Fuji asked. “At that point, I didn't know that kind of help existed.” “Moving on to the warehouse you mentioned,” Koda asked, scribbling a note to Fuji, “What happened there? You can take a moment to think of your answer if you need to, Mr. Sunder.” While the shade collected his thoughts, Koda passed the note to the auburn justicar. Reports came in around 12 years ago of a shadow eating criminals. The squad thought it might have been a new vigilante or an urban legend. The reports stopped in a relatively short period of time. Crime had actually dropped by a lot during that point. Koda ran his fingers through his short dark hair. Sunder looked up from his thoughts. “Please, tell us what happened,” said Koda. He took off his navy jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, taking a position to actively listen to the inmate's story.

Hello, hello. I got bored and started writing something. Long time lurker, pretty much this board is my daily jam. I don't know how this will float, but first time writing in a while. My apologizes for the rough stuff. I liked the Keeperverse, idea as it is called that Kimmy has started. It's sort of a loose idea that has a lot of potential. The part I have written now is pretty basic, some introduction to place and people. More or less, sorry if there isn't a lot of meat here. More or less, I like the idea of seeing a pet on stage somehow, maybe a brutal pet. We'll see how it plays out. Just the thoughts bouncing in between puppy play, the ridiculousness of a lot of black metal and all that just got me to thinking. Anywho, I hope you like our little intro. Brutal Pet Part One Ah, the Frossen Blodsekt Fest. Some of the headlining acts that they put together were legendary. The festival had started in 2000 in a small town outside of Gothenburg in Sweden. It wasn't quite as big as some of the summer festivals, but it was a lot of fun. You came there and bought a pass for the three day event. It was held towards the end of summer, on the tail end of the main tourist season for the town. Little did I know my first trip to that region would change my life forever. I'd always wanted to go to some of the metal music festivals. I'd seen pictures and heard about them in America, but my finances and course load had prevented me from doing anything of the sort. My luck changed when I was able to travel abroad. I was there in the south of Spain in the summer of 2005. The program had me going there for a few semesters while studying the history and literature of the region. My farthest trips thus far had been to Barcelona and Madrid. I adored Barcelona, taking my time to visit some of the art museums up there on the weekends. I met one of my good friends, Javier, at the Picasso museum there. We'd both bugged out early to hit up some of the smaller museums and found out we both shared a love of music in general. It turned out he was in the same program as me in the the university of Murcia, the perennial question of which I received was why would I want to go there. (Cost is a factor folks, but I did enjoy the area.) On one particular Thursday, I was sitting in the student cantina enjoying a bocadillo with a soda. I was hunched over my course work, messily devouring the sausage and cheese sandwich, when I felt a slap on the back of my undershaved head. “Eh, Amazona, you're going to get a hunch back if you keep sitting like that.” I coughed, choking on a bit of sausage, a few strands of blond hair getting in my eyes. “Dammit, Javier. You almost made me choke on my sausage.” “Eh, I know you ladies like a bit of sausage now and again.” “Shut the hell up Javier. You scarf down way more sausage than I do, ya jerk.” “Eh, you know I do chica. Particularly the sausage of big blonde,viking...” I slapped the back of his head, sending his dark pony tailed hair flying. He smiled cordially and raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, then shifted the olive rucksack on his shoulder. “I only speak the truth, Amazona.” “Pfft, whatever Javier.” I gestured grandly over my messy paperwork. Notes and books were scattered on the table, along with my midday meal. “ Blargh. I love Góngora, but I hate diagramming poems. Tell me Javier, why are the professors on both sides of the pond obsessed with this crap?” Javier took the seat next to mine at the table, glancing over my course work. He tossed his bag to the side of the wooden table, adjusting his black shirt and jeans. “I think it is a conspiracy,” he shifted closer, “to keep their tenure. They meet in secret teacher's unions to plan what they call “lesson plans” and keep things boooring...” “So vast. It all seems so perfectly normal, like daily life.” “Little did they know we would catch on.” “And now we must stop them.” “But how? But how?” “Clearly, we have to purify them with the sounds that will melt their minds and their insides...” “Ah yes, the gospel of rock and roll.” I leaned back, stretching, then pulling my Moribund Angel t-shirt back down. I let out an overly dramatic sigh and put my head in my hands. “Heretic that I am, I feel as if I have lapsed in my listening of the holy sound.” “No, chica, no! Say it isn't so!” “Yes, I have lost my way.” “Why would you say that Ana? Oh, my dear and beautiful amazon. Now, there will be no Valhalla for you.” “I know. It's so sad.” I opened up my hands slightly, allowing one of my hazel eyes to peep through. “Unless...” “Unless?” “...Unless, we go to the Moribund Angel concert that I happen to have another ticket for.” Javier's dark eyes widened, a toothy grin appearing on his goateed face. “You're kidding?” “Nah, man. I managed to score us some tickets.” He reached around and slapped me on the back. I chuckled. “Is it your purpose today to beat up a lady today, Javier?” “If there's a lady here, let me know. No, I mean, it's just,” he looked thoughtful for a moment, “I thought the tour they were on was sold out for months.” “Nope,” I tapped my nose, “I have a man on the inside. You remember my cousin, right?” “Let's see...” Javier thought. “From the pictures I remember, looks: tall, blonde, handsome, and works as a roadie?” “That'd be the one. Apparently, he managed to get on their detail through another band, Goat Horde. Anyway, Bobby, managed to score some tickets as a birthday gift.” “Brutal. When are they playing?” “The Saturday after next, at El Código Infernal.” Javier leaned back in the white plastic chair and stretched. He patted my right leg, his hand paused over my cargo pants' lower pocket. “You never go anywhere without that camera, eh?” The camera he was referring to was a small Nikun I kept on my person. I had and have a passion for photography. It was the smallest and most sturdy camera in the price range that would still accept different lenses. “Eternally, my friend. That, my cell phone, my I-pud, and my small notepad.” “Ready to rock at a moment, eh?” “You know it brother.” “Well, I hate to cut this short Ana, but I need to get on to class.” Javier stood up from the table and shouldered his pack. He scooted the chair under and gave me a stern look. “Now, don't you go taking any other handsome Colombian gentlemen to this, Amazona.” I rose from the table too now, gathering up my items, shoving them into a beaten up black satchel that was covered in band patches. When standing at my full height, I'm usually about a head taller that most females and some males, like Javier. I patted him on the head and looked around the room. “Well, I'll let you know if I see any, short stack.” He shoulder butted me in the stomach. I laughed. “Well, if you do,” he shouted back at me, “Send them my way. I'll see you when I get back after class.” I pushed in my chair and he paused at the entrance of the cantina. “Hey, could you pick up some chorizo for dinner tonight? I want to make some with rice.” I nodded in the affirmative, giving him a mock salute. “Aye, aye, Capitán. Do we need anything else? Salad or something for Muriel? Beer?” “Yes, beer. Definitely beer. And yeah, maybe some black beans or something so I can make a vegetarian dish for her.” “You got it brother. I'll see you later tonight.” With that we both left the cantina, Javier to his classes and me returning to our shared student apartment. Leaving the cantina, I surveyed the campus. Piles of dirt surrounded the premises as the area was undergoing something of a growth spurt at that point. We both went to classes in some of the older buildings, although the professors said we would be moving to one of the new buildings in the spring. I walked down the road and popped my purple earbuds in my ears. The brutal sounds of Moribund Angel's Altars of Insanity filled me. I bobbed my head along with the music as I walked down to the bus stop. As I rounded the corner and odd sight caught my eye. Well, odd to me anyway. A dark haired woman in her mid thirties had a harness on a smaller woman. I blinked momentarily, while watching them walk leisurely down the sidewalk. The younger of the two woman, who wore the harness,chatted away eagerly about something or other while her handler chuckled politely and nodded occasionally. The young woman had her dark auburn hair french braided, bore no top, and a diaper. She gestured excitedly about with what I noticed to be black cat like mittens on her hands. I caught a word or two in Spanish, muñeca and comida. So I guess, they were going to eat and get the girl a toy? I popped one of the ear buds out of my ear and shook my head out of my reverie upon seeing the bus stop. Apparently, we were both headed to the same spot. I gave a long sideways glance at the odd couple. It was the first time I had actually seen what they call a “pet” and a “keeper.” The older woman smiled at me and waved. I waved back. There were still a few minutes before the bus arrived. “Hola, niña,” the older woman greeted me with a smile. “Hola, senorita,” I smiled warmly at her. “Are you a student here?” I nodded. The younger girl was still chattering on about her future toy. “Shush, Isabella,” she said to the energetic young lady, “I am talking to this nice young lady.” The younger girl meeped and uttered a shy apology. I chuckled. “No, you're fine sugar. I have to ask, is that your daughter?” The woman laughed and shook her head. “No, no. Isabella isn't my daughter,” She patted the Isabella on the head, which the girl let out a contented purr upon receiving the affection, “We actually met at the park after I took my son to school one day.” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” She nodded, “Yes. It hits you just that fast.” I cocked my head. “What hits you?” “The boooond,” Isabella chirped and jumped up excitedly. “The bond?” “Sí, senorita. It's like... It's like this whole swimming in an ocean of looooove.” Isabella gave the older woman a big hug. “And I loooove my Marina!” “Aye, pet. You're a good one Isabella,” Marina chuckled. The young woman simply glowed at the compliment. “That is why you are getting a toy, because you're such a big help to my little Arturo. You're so good at math. Yes you are!” I was somewhat floored. I heard about the whole pets and keepers thing back in the states, but I had never seen one. I lived close to a town called Rome in north Georgia, which was small. My hometown was even smaller. It was mostly farms with a few suburban-lite neighborhoods. I think I'd heard of maybe one or two couples that were that way, one of which went to my Granddaddy's church. The one girl, I think, belonged to an older matron in the church and her name was Judy, I believe. Oddly enough, everyone loved Judy and she'd constantly be in the nursery somewhat out of need, but for the other part is she was great with kids. She was always “properly” clothed in light gauze dresses from what I had heard. I don't know all the details, my mom never took us to church, really. She was sort of the beloved black sheep of our family. Either way, it was a little surprising to see a young woman so casually topless and fancy free. I didn't know. I supposed pets ran a bit hotter than most people. Isabella jostled me out of my thoughts by playfully jumping into me. Marina shot her a stern look. The pet whined momentarily, before Marina petted her head. “Do you have a pet,” asked Isabella innocently. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I'd never thought about such a thing. I shook my head. “Oh,” she replied sadly, “ I think you'd be a reaaaaallly good keeper. You're so big and confident and pretty! And...” Isabella prattled on. I smiled awkwardly as the bus pulled up. Marina touched my shoulder and smiled. “Anyway, niña. It was nice to meet you. Looks like our bus is here.” “So it is,” I smiled. “What is your name, niña?” “Oh, uh, Annabelle Persson.” Marina extended out her hand and I shook it. She stepped up onto the bus. “Well, it was nice to meet you Sra. Persson,” Marina gestured with her head to Isabella, “Say goodbye to the nice young lady, Isa.” “Goodbye Ana!” Isabella gave me a wet kiss and with that they shuffled to the back of the bus. I stood there mulling over my encounter, before stepping onto the bus. I popped my earbud back in my ear and took a seat towards the front. The sweet sounds of Emperor Emerald's keening vocals soon washed away my encounter with the couple. I became so enraptured with the lyrics in his story album, Abby, that I nearly missed my stop. I pulled the cord and quickly exited the bus at the department store in front of our apartment, El Corte Frances. The glittering glass facade of the department store greeted me as I left the stop. I think they had put it up in the last few years, as it was one of the only buildings that didn't have secondary price listings in pesetas still. It was a tall two story affair, with tons of clothing, electronics, and all the household knickknacks one could want. Personally, I really liked their deli and bakery. I indulged in their tiramisu frequently, with either Javier or Muriel stealing a piece on occasion. Bastards. They needed to get their own. Grumble grumble, but I didn't really mind. I entered the divinely cool store and made a b-line for the basement, where they stocked the groceries. I picked up the chorizo, some black beans, salad fixings, and a few sweet potatoes, so Muriel could bake them with honey. She needed to bake them with honey. I would make her bake them for us because I would serenade her with Moribund Angel songs until she would. I love music, but I have a terrible voice. Muriel would make the potatoes. I chuckled darkly to myself about my evil plan as I checked out. With my groceries in hand, I made my way to my secondary destination, our Beerhalla, or the local chino. Think of it like a little corner store, but a bit better. They were chiefly ran by Chinese immigrants to Spain, hence the nickname for the stores. I rounded the block and crossed the road. I opened the door and yelled a greeting. “Good afternoon Su!” “Afternoon, Ana!” Su yelled from the back, “We got some more Golden Galleon up front!” It was a clean shop, but a bit cramped. I went down the first of the refrigerated aisles and found my promised prize. I shifted my shopping form El Corte Frances, and my satchel. I grabbed two twelve packs of the Golden Galleon and made my way up to the register where Su was now standing. He looked down at the beer, shook his head, and smiled up at me. “Celebrating something, Ana?” I grinned at him, “You bet.” “Someone's birthday? You know, we have a special on some of the wine too.” “Not really,” I shook my head, “I just got tickets for the Moribund Angel concert coming up.” I gestured to my shirt. Su nodded sagely. “Ah yes, beer and the music. Very important.” “Very important,” I confirmed, “Plus I don't have to put up with Javier's whining for weeks on end by missing out on the concert.” Su ran his fingers through his short black hair, furrowing his brow. “How is Javier doing? He seemed pretty down last week.” I shrugged, “Same old short stack. His boyfriend broke up with him. He pouted for a few days, but he seems back to his old self in any case.” Su nodded and slipped in a small chocolate bar. “Just in case he still seems to be feeling down.” I nodded. “You're a good man Su.” He shrugged noncommittally. “You are some of my best customers. I like to show a little appreciation, what can I say.” “Thanks, Su. I'll see you tomorrow.” I paid, waved goodbye to him, and left the shop. Crossing back over the road, I headed towards home. Along the way, my shopping started to get a bit heavy so I stopped at a wall that was plastered with concert posters, featuring upcoming shows. Boys to Dogs, lame. Cruxtshades, I was surprised they could actually make it over. They were a bigger deal than I had thought. Then, I saw it, the flier for the show Javier and I would be going to in a couple of weeks: BLOODBOUND TOURS PRESENTS: MORIBUND ANGEL, IRISH CROSS, CANNONBALL CORPSE... ...And some other bands I hadn't heard of either. Brutal. I loved finding out about new bands. The poster was quite large and featured pictures for quite a few of the bands. Towards the bottom, one of the bands caught my eye. My lips drew back into a sneer when I saw the last band on the list: Fisk Bestemor. Literally, Fish Grandma, but with a fancy and well nigh unreadable typeface. Black metal. I leaned in closer and looked at the promo picture they had. Their singer looked like a well built gentleman, with really bad face paint. There were spikes upon spikes. Long hair. More spikes. More Satan. Spikes. If I had to put a picture next to the definition of the term, try hard, it would be that promo picture. I laughed and shook my head. It's not that I had anything against the sub genre, I liked bands like Enslavement. I'd give them a listen if I remembered them later on, before the concert. I picked up my shopping and headed home. Three flights of stairs later, I was at our front door. I could of taken the elevator, but I liked the idea of building up my stamina more. I unlocked the baroque looking door to our apartment and called out: “Yo, Muriel, I'm home!” The delicate red head padded out from the back bedrooms towards me. “Oh, hey Ana,” She took some of the shopping bags from my arms, “Oh, I see you have Golden Galleon! ...And some sweet potatoes!” I chucked darkly and affirmed with a hearty, “YES!” She wrinkled her freckled brow, looking up at me. “I'm going to put on a concert just for you Muriel.” Muriel frowned, heading towards the kitchen. “Dammit Ana, you'd better not.” “Oh yes ma'am, I am.” She playfully hit me with the shopping bag as we entered the kitchen. Muriel began unpacking while I helped and started my evil concierto plan of getting her to make delicious sweet potatoes, until Javier would return in the evening.

I'm more of a lurker on this site but promised myself I'd get more involved this year.

My girlfriend and I split a few months ago, in part due to my diaper kink.

Hi All, I wanted to let any of you in the New York City area know that there is now an AB/DL aware psychotherapist available to see any of you. She is located in the Flatiron district of Manhattan and offers sliding scale fees. She is super empathic and understanding and won't make you feel awkward about being AB/DL and the challenges in dealing with acceptance, finding happiness in relationships, and overall life when dealing with these issues.

Well, since some people were curious, I figure I'd update here with how my boyfriend reacted when I revealed my fetish.