Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted April 6, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted April 6, 2018 Before opening her eyes, Lynne gradually awoke. The feeling of a subtle chill on her skin brought her to a half-awake state. Her fingers and toes wiggled in the stuffy air of the chamber as her eyes perceived the gradually-brightening light. After a few attempts, she drowsily opened her eyes and maintained a sleepy gaze. Her frail attempts at making fists marked the beginnings of true re-animation. From inside of the frosted, circular window, she noticed the nurse pressing buttons and heard mumbled speech. Slowly, her pod shifted her body from laying flat to sitting at an angle. As she further gained consciousness, she licked her dry lips and groaned at the murmur of her empty stomach. A sudden hiss startled her, and she continued to flex her weakened muscles. The chamber door finally swung open, causing her to delicately shield her eyes with her frail hands. Lynne continued to focus up, finally recognizing Nurse Diane and her assistant. As the murmurs of speech became more clear, Lynne heard bits and pieces of Diane's medical analysis. As Diane spoke, her assistant diligently filled out a form on a handheld computer. "128 pounds...internal temperature is at...5 foot 6". She started to wake up more rapidly, highly conscious of her hunger and thirst. Towards the end of the examination, she saw Diane briefly lift her gown, stare at her crotch, and say "She's wet, up to the fourth mark. Better put her on the list". Attempting to speak through her painfully dry throat, Lynne croaked "What?" Diane turned to her. "Oh, talking already! You must be starving. Petra, bring the tray over here please." Her assistant responded "Right away, Diane!", then wheeled a tray over. On the tray was a tall glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal, and a banana. Next to the food was a spoon upon a napkin. Gaining strength, Lynne immediately reached for the glass of water. "Careful now!" Diane warned, steadying Lynne's shaky grip on the glass. Lynne began by taking short sips, but quickly increased the pace, gulping down the water. She smiled, took a moment to breathe, and reached for the spoon. She stirred the oatmeal and ate small spoonfuls from the edges as Nurse Diane filled her in. "We're in orbit above Tau 6001 now. You and your fellow cadets will embark for the surface soon. This is your first time going through hypersleep, right?" Lynne nodded, rapidly shoveling the oatmeal into her empty stomach. "Can I have some more water, please?", she asked. "Sure thing!" Petra cheerfully replied. Petra walked over and fetched the empty glass. She bent over to reach a small faucet, refilled the glass, and returned it to Lynne. Lynne's motions grew increasingly stable, and she barely shook when she downed the second glass. With her newfound strength, she found the task of flexing and making a fist easier. She felt less cold, and her shivers were gone. Lynne attempted to move her legs. She felt something thick, soft, and squishy between her thighs. Curious, she lifted her gown to see what she was wearing. From her brief, embarrassed glimpse, she surmised that she was wearing a thick, tabbed diaper. Moreover, her face turned beet red when she realized that it was soaking wet. Before she could speak, Diane chimed in. "We remove the urine-catching system a few hours before you wake up, to test your bladder muscles under normal sleep." She paused, gathering her thoughts. Lynne anxiously waited. "There's probably no need to worry, but since you had an accident we put you on a watch list--" Lynne interrupted, frustrated and embarrassed: "What kind of list?! Who will know about this?!" Diane maintained her composure. "It's a medical list, so patient confidentiality will be kept up. It's a preliminary list for candidates that may have endured some, let's say, bladder weakening." Lynne, desperately attempting to regain her composure, asked "preliminary list?" Diane nodded. "We recommend that you be changed into a fresh pull-up to test your daytime bladder control. If you wet yourself again, we'll see to it that you get the care you need." Scoffing at the idea, Lynne replied coldly "I do not need to wear a diaper. You can take me off your list." Slightly less sure, she added "This was just a one-time thing, I only uhhh... used the diaper because of the hypersleep drugs." Diane attempted to reassure Lynne: "This is a very common occurrence. Girls coming out of hypersleep in a wet diaper aren't always experiencing bladder weakening, but you'll be glad if you are protected later." Seeing Lynne's disheartened expression, Diane added "And it's not a diaper, it's a pull-up. No-one will notice under your jumpsuit. And really, lots of other girls will be wearing pull-ups too. It's just a precaution. If you can manage to stay dry for just six hours, you'll be taken off of the preliminary list." Lynne smirked. "I told you, I don't need to wear a diaper. I get that you don't think much of cadets and all, but this is just ridiculous." Diane sighed, knowing that Lynne had made up her mind. "You don't have to wear the pull-up. Just let me take this off of you so you can get a shower. Orientation begins in twenty-eight minutes. Your jumpsuit and belongings are in the shower room." Uncertainly, Lynne replied "Okay..." as Diane lifted her gown. Lynne turned away with a beet-red face as she heard the ripping sound of four tabs being undone. "Lift up, please," requested Diane. Lynne lifted her butt, allowing Diane to slide the soaking garment from beneath her. Lynne looked at the diaper briefly; the massive set of padding was completely yellowed. Diane set it in a deep trash can bearing a bio-waste symbol. Excited to bathe herself, Lynne felt the sticky, residual urine on her skin. Quietly, she thanked Diane, then swiftly moved to the shower room in the center. As she drew closer to the shower room, Lynne heard the excited hubbub of newly-awoken cadets beneath the comforting heat of a long-needed shower. Though the floor was someone cold to her bare feet, Lynne felt a drop of sweat running down her leg. At least, that's how she perceived it. Keita123, DsGSilver, Brown&yellow and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 6, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 6, 2018 Hot damn I love this story Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted April 6, 2018 Author Share Posted April 6, 2018 12 hours ago, Melificentfan said: Hot damn I love this story Thanks! Let me know if you have any elements you would like to see incorporated into the story. Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 6, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 6, 2018 Your very welcome and will do Quote Link to comment
Guest pseudonymaddie Posted April 7, 2018 Share Posted April 7, 2018 Loving this so far Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted April 8, 2018 Author Share Posted April 8, 2018 The amused chatter and giggling of long-time friends compelled Lynne to move forth. As Lynne walked deeper into the shower room, she eagerly stripped off her gown and tossed it into a pile in the corner, revealing her nude body. Lynne was comfortable in the shower room by now, after seeing her fellow cadets bathe numerous times. She did notice, however, that her body hair had grown uncomfortably thick over the long months of hypersleep. Proceeding forth, she felt warmed by the hot steam of the shower room. To her, it felt intense; the process of hypersleep chills one to the bone. Turning a corner, she saw the orderly row of suitcases atop folded, green jumpsuits. She scanned the alphabetical list, quickly finding “APIARY, LYNNE”. Lynne chuckled at the silly representation of her awkward colonial name, but understood their reason not to write “Lynne, Daughter of Hans of the Great Apiary”. Lynne rifled through her messy suitcase, searching for shower supplies. One-by-one, she pulled her shampoo, conditioner, razor, and shaving cream from the messy heap of clothes, pictures, and computer accessories. Eager to shower at last, Lynne groaned as she put all of her weight into slamming the small, standard-issue suitcase. Though it appeared to be buckling from the stress, Lynne enjoyed a small feeling of pride; she had once again avoided organizing her things. Through the soap-scented air of the steamy shower-room, Lynne recognized the voices of her friends. Marie stood on the left, scrubbing her slender legs with a bar of soap. Her soft skin was naturally dark and tanned. Her wild, frizzy, black hair only laid down when wet. Shampoo flowed down her back, pouring gently from her knotted locks. Through the roar of the shower, Marie failed to notice Lynne’s entrance. “Well it has to work itself out somehow. If you met your past self, the universe wouldn’t break. I don’t buy that.” Further away, to her right, Lynne heard Evelyn’s reply. “Well what WOULD happen then? You haven’t given me an answer.” Despite her relative distance and the thundering, high-pressure shower, Lynne could easily distinguish the rich, alto voice of Evelyn. “Hey ladies, sleep in much?” asked Lynne. Startled, Marie turned around. Lynne noticed that she clenched her legs together for a moment before her approach. “Lynne! So great to see you!” shouted Marie. “Hypersleep was the most exciting class I’ve ever taken at the academy.” Lynne chuckled, then saw Evelyn approaching. Her striking appearance was unmistakable. Hailing from a distant branch of the original humanity, Evelyn’s bright blue skin sparkled in the shower. The thick tendrils on her head moved slightly, betraying her excitement. To Lynne, the most fascinating parts of Evelyn were her incredible hands. They were wide, accommodating for her extra fingers. Despite the strangeness of her twelve fingers, her hands looked delicate and natural. “Lynne! I thought they’d never wake you up!” she exclaimed, bursting into a quick jog. Before she knew it, Lynne became wrapped in one of Evelyn’s signature hugs. Lynne blushed as their bodies pressed together. When Evelyn broke off, Lynne candidly remarked “I could really use a shower and a shave about now.” Evelyn replied “Well hurry up, orientation starts soon!” Lynne replied “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a hair on your body to wash or shave!” Evelyn laughed. “Well that’s true. I’m about done anyway. I’ll see you two later.” As she finished speaking, Evelyn returned to her shower, turned the water off, and gathered her belongings. As Evelyn bent over, Lynne caught the full view of her exotic blue body. She didn’t mind much, and made no attempt to look away; Marie noticed. Using her signature snark, Marie teased “Someone’s been having some fun hypersleep dreams!”. Lynne lightly punched Marie on the shoulder. “Shut up!”. They both giggled. As she laughed, Lynne felt a brief sense of alarm. She had accidentally released a few drops of pee down her legs. She hoped Marie would not notice. “Orientation starts soon, I should really get cleaned up.”, Lynne pointed out. “Damn right you do!” Marie countered. They both giggled again Abruptly, Lynne stepped back and turned on her shower, in an effort to conceal the tiny accident. Lynne felt relief as she stood beneath the hot shower. First, she applied copious amounts of shampoo to her greasy hair. She moved on to rubbing her body with the bar of soap. As she applied the soap to her legs, she noticed more little leaks. It must have just been the shower that relaxed her muscles, but she didn’t usually pee in the shower with her friends present. Quietly, she rinsed herself as small droplets of urine flowed into the drain. Finally, Lynne decided to shave her legs. The razor against her skin felt satisfying and relaxing. As she traced it up her legs, she enjoyed the relief of her newfound smoothness. For a moment, Lynne internally debated shaving her thick pubic hair. As she was thinking, more pee dripped onto her hand. She decided not to shave, following the unspoken tradition of her generation of cadets. The academy seemed too orderly, and some things were meant to grow wild. As the time for orientation drew nearer, Lynne rushed through the final stages of her routine. After rinsing, she collected her belongings and returned to the bench area. Through the application of an even greater force than before, Lynne managed to stuff her toiletries into her messy suitcase again. Meanwhile, Marie enjoyed a final rinse before joining Lynne. Lynne and Marie reached for towels and began drying themselves off. “What do you think they have in store for us at orientation?” Marie asked. Lynne replied “Probably the same boring stuff, just preparing us for another orbital departure.” Lynne noticed the jiggle of Marie’s ample breasts as she vigorously dried herself. After just a few seconds of drying, Marie’s unruly hair began to expand to its signature size. Each was jealous of the other’s hair; Lynne coveted Marie’s volume and Marie desired Lynne’s manageability. Once again, Lynne upset the delicate equilibrium of her suitcase to retrieve her matching gray set of bra and panties. Lynne moved her suitcase aside, revealing the folded jumpsuit below. However, as she unfolded the jumpsuit, Lynne’s face turned beet red. Hidden in the folds of the custom-fit jumpsuit was a fresh pull-up diaper! In the scramble to hide it, Marie turned around, catching Lynne in the act of hiding the embarrassing garment. Marie’s expressive eyes betrayed her surprise. Clearly panicked, Lynne feebly attempted to explain: “I-I didn’t know they would put this here!” As she nervously spoke, small jets of urine escaped, falling audibly on the floor. Lynne expended enormous effort to stop peeing on her legs. “You too, huh?” Marie responded. “What?” Lynne asked. “It happens to a lot of girls in hypersleep. Look, I got one too.” Marie unfolded her jumpsuit to reveal her own diaper. “This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with this. Believe me, I understand.” Lynne calmed, waiting for what Marie would say next. “See, we’re in this together!” Marie retrieved her towel from the bench and showed Marie. Small, yellow stains dotted the center of the towel. Marie then wiped Lynne’s legs of the pee, gently reassuring her “It’s going to be fine. If you wear the diaper, you’ll be happy you did. Trust me.” Marie confidently slipped on her pull-up before slipping into her jumpsuit. “Just try to keep moderately dry, otherwise they’ll send you into special training. Use the toilet often.” Before Lynne had a chance to ask Marie what she meant by “special training”, The digital bells rang over the intercom system. “Looks like it’s time to go!” Marie exclaimed, rushing to put on her boots. What should Lynne do? A: Take Marie’s advice and wear the diaper B: Attempt to stay dry without it YuriChaosLord, inconnue, Emma Bailey and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 8, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 8, 2018 A Take Maries advice and wear the diaper Quote Link to comment
britneyjackson 0 Posted April 9, 2018 Share Posted April 9, 2018 B for sure! Love the story so far :-) Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted April 9, 2018 Share Posted April 9, 2018 [a\ then again i tend to do the sensible thing Quote Link to comment
Broseph Stylin 9 Posted April 9, 2018 Share Posted April 9, 2018 A. She definitely needs to take Marie’s advice Quote Link to comment
Moonfallow 0 Posted April 27, 2018 Share Posted April 27, 2018 B. It would but interesting to see where that leads her Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted April 27, 2018 Share Posted April 27, 2018 Great story! And as interesting as B would be, the story feels way too good and plausible to go with B. She looses some pee all the time at the moment, there is no way she can think she will make it witout a diaper. That's why I go with A) Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted April 28, 2018 Share Posted April 28, 2018 Let's go with A. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted April 30, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 30, 2018 I had some very fun stuff planned for either A or B. Anyways, here's option A! Lynne, upon seeing the yellowed towel in Marie’s hand, reluctantly decided to wear the pull-up diaper. After all, she wanted to heed Marie’s confusing message about “special training”. Cautiously, Lynne looked around for anyone else entering the shower room. She put on her bra, snugly covering her perky breasts. Sighing, she packed away her panties, knowing that she wouldn’t wear them today. After another quick glance down the hall, Lynne reluctantly slipped on the pull-up. Despite its thin appearance, the padding felt thick between her thighs. The diaper seemed substantial and reinforced. “You look so cute!” Marie said. Lynne blushed. “You too.” Marie traced the thin, blue, horizontal line on the crotch of Lynne’s diaper. “This is where they measure to. If you wet yourself and it gets higher than this line, they put you in special training.” Before Lynne could ask about special training, another bell rang over the intercom. She rapidly laced up her boots and tied her hair in a quick ponytail before exiting to the hallway. Waddling slightly, she walked into orientation class with Marie. Entering the orientation room, Marie and Lynne were greeted by the hubbub of girls catching up. One girl explained her hypersleep dream: “My dream was so weird! I dreamt that someone stole my ship, moved it to a warehouse of identical ships, and I had to steal it back at gunpoint! What did you dream about?” The girl next to her replied, explaining her vague visions of picking flowers from the overgrown console of a computer. Lynne thought about her hypersleep dream. All she could remember was a moment where she stood in the heavy, warm, and sudden rains of her homeworld. She blushed and squeezed her thighs together, accidentally allowing a few drops of pee to escape. She still felt dry, confident that she made the right decision. She glanced at Marie, who seemed to be doing fine. Marie happily chatted with Evelyn, gossiping about students and teachers alike. At the exact moment that class was expected to start, a wave of silence swept across the room. The familiar Dr. Halsey entered from the front door, then confidently walked to the whiteboard. “Good day cadets! Welcome to orientation!” Her voice carried easily to the back of the room, both warm and precise. Her impeccable enunciation rhythmically defined every syllable in a unique way. Evelyn perked up, shifting in her chair. The tendrils on her head became flush and stiff against her skull. Dr. Halsey continued: “Welcome to Tau 6001. This is a very unique planet, and I’m sure you’ll all have an enjoyable experience here, whether for flight training, scientific research, off-road driving, or combat. Can anyone tell me why Tau 6001 is good for your kind of training?” A girl near the front raised her hand. Lynne started to zone out, absorbed in Dr. Halsey’s words. Dr. Halsey addressed the girl: “Yes?” The girl answered “The skies are clear over the Plains of the Sun, so the flying is good.” “Excellent point. Anyone else here a pilot in training?” Dr. Halsey asked the class. A few cadets raised their hands. “Good to see some pilots here! I was a pilot myself, and I found my training on Tau 6001 exhilarating at the time.” She chuckled. “Those old aircraft would shake so hard if you got into headwinds…” She briefly trailed off, then addressed the class again: “Anyone else?” Evelyn raised her hand. “Yes, Evelyn?” Evelyn spoke in an unusual, low, soft voice: “It’s good for the research team because I’m—sorry – it’s wet.” Lynne panicked for a brief moment, coming to her senses. She realized that a trickle of pee had been escaping as she zoned out. Again, she squeezed her thighs, but the flow required more effort to halt. Marie caught a glance, then re-focused herself. Dr. Halsey continued. “Yes, the thundering rains in the north provide plenty of water for the greenhouses and coolant tanks of the Oceanic Research Facility. Who here is going into research?” Lynne, Evelyn, Marie and six other girls’ hands shot up. Surprised, Dr. Halsey said “Got a few brainiacs in here huh?” A few students in the class chuckled. Lynne began to laugh, but stifled herself as she felt the urine ready to exit. Orientation continued similarly to other school events, moving at a slow pace. Progressively, Lynne felt the increasing buildup of the two large glasses of water. She continued to rub her legs together, doing her best not to be noticed. Though her technique was somewhat effective, occasional dribbles and leaks made their way into Lynne’s absorbent pull-up. Though the lecture was interesting at times, Lynne’s focus remained on her alarmingly warm crotch. Dr. Halsey continued her lecture: “…And that brings us to the weather on Tau 6001. Besides the plains, most of the inhabited continents are quite rainy. Evelyn, could you get the lights, please?” Evelyn replied “my pleasure.” Before standing up and flicking off the lights. Dr. Halsey pressed a button up front, sending the projector screen down. The projector itself advanced forward from its recess in the back wall, then powered on to show the Tau 6001 weather graphs. In the dark, Lynne held her crotch in and effort to stop the leaks. The diaper felt warm against her skin, far squishier than before. Marie noticed as Lynne rocked back and forth slightly. She whispered “Psst. Are you OK?” Lynne readily admitted “I really need to go pee, I might have an accident” Marie replied “Just hold on a little longer, the break is coming up and you can go then.” Lynne strained to view the clock in the dark, but surmised that fifteen minutes remained in class. She started bouncing in her seat in a futile effort to stop a brief, but sizeable leak. Lynne was right to take Diane and Marie’s advice: if she hadn’t put on the pull-up, she would have soaked herself by now. Until the end of class, Lynne continued to sit in agony while she wet herself little by little. Lynne was thankful that Dr. Halsey had made the room dark enough that she could easily hide. She was nearing her limit, with her legs tightly crossed despite the thick, squishy pull-up. At long last, Dr. Halsey dismissed the class. To maintain her dignity, Lynne uncrossed her legs the moment the light came on. She shot up, continuously dribbling, and briskly walked to the bathroom. Marie followed after her, betraying no signs of desperation. Lynne reached the bathroom and bolted towards an open stall; each quick step she took marking a synchronized jet of hot urine into her damp diaper. Lynne slammed and locked the door, then frantically began to unzip her jumpsuit. The fatal flaw of the jumpsuits worn on spaceships was the difficulty they created in using the bathroom. Every few seconds, Lynne grabbed herself to halt another flow. She managed to disrobe after fidgeting intensely with the system of zippers. “Lynne, are you OK in there?” Marie asked through the door. She must have heard Lynne’s desperate, frantic panting. Curiously, no other girls were in this bathroom. They must have gone to another one, possibly nearer. “I’m fine!” Lynne shouted, holding back an immense flood. Lynne noticed the yellow line on the front of her diaper. Through slowly wetting in class, the line had risen to the halfway point. The pull-up felt squishy between her legs, making the task of closing them together difficult. Knowing that she hadn’t reached the line yet, Lynne clenched harder than before in a final effort to retain some degree of dryness. The force of her legs crossing tightly together squeezed tiny rivulets of pee down her bare leg, unbound from the absorbent, urine-soaked material. The surprise of the small stream, coupled with the unbearable strain on her muscles, forced her to relax. Lynne gasped, now powerless to stop the river of piss from flooding her damp diaper. She sighed. “No, no, no!” She said, holding back tears. In a split second, her crotch became enveloped by warmth. The pressure released within as her bladder muscles relaxed. Hot currents of flowing pee swirled around her pussy, giving her strange feelings. Lynne heard a muffled hissing sound as she wet herself; the pull-up expanded and yellowed to absorb the water. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Lynne plopped onto the toilet seat in defeat. Marie knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She tenderly asked. Lynne silently unlocked the door and Marie entered. “Looks like it’s special training for you.” Marie said. Lynne, still feeling the heat of her accident, looked sadly at the ground. Marie stroked her hair for a moment. “Don’t worry. It’s not that bad. You aren’t graded or anything. They teach you some techniques to help you gain control again.” Lynne sniffled. “I’m not in control?!” “It could happen to anyone”, Marie said, in a genuine and comforting voice. After a moment of silent reflection, Marie began to unzip her jumpsuit. Lynne looked up. “What are you doing?”, She asked in a trembling voice. “You’re not going to special training alone.” Marie said boldly. Her zipper was just below her exposed diaper now, which was almost completely dry. Marie parted her legs slightly. Lynne watched in silence, harboring some suspicion about what Marie was about to do. Marie looked forward, past Lynne, and took a deep breath. She stood up straight, closed her eyes, and relaxed. Lynne watched and listened in awe. In the silent, brightly-lit bathroom, a quiet hissing sound became audible. Between Marie’s dark, muscular legs, a spot of yellow emerged. The hissing grew louder and louder as Lynne watched with her mouth agape. Marie was rapidly wetting herself, and the yellow mass of her piss rapidly approached the indicator line. Like a river, Marie’s urine flowed and soaked the diaper. She appeared calm, relaxed, and confident. “Now at least you’ll know someone in the class.” Marie said. Lynne felt so grateful in that moment that she stood up to embrace Marie. Marie returned the hug, holding Lynne in her arms. The soggy, bulky, crotches of their pull-ups touched as they pulled close together. They then dressed themselves and waddled out of the stall. “Let’s go to the nurse’s office. I’m sure Diane will want to see us.”, Marie said. Smiling, Lynne followed Marie out of the bathroom. LittlePunkGirl, Emma Bailey, Friend and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
dudelobowski 51 Posted April 30, 2018 Share Posted April 30, 2018 Special training sounds fun! Can't wait to hear about it! Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted April 30, 2018 Author Share Posted April 30, 2018 1 minute ago, dudelobowski said: Special training sounds fun! Can't wait to hear about it! It's one of the more unconventional classes offered for sure Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 30, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 30, 2018 That was excellent I cant wait to read what happens in special training Quote Link to comment
Friend 12 Posted April 30, 2018 Share Posted April 30, 2018 Not only is this really well written and hot AF but I absolutely love the theme. Cryorsleep journey to a distant world, separate evolutionary branches of humanity, details about the world from the future and the place they live in. Damn this is so cool! I just hope the special training doesn't go overboard and break the theme too much. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted April 30, 2018 Author Share Posted April 30, 2018 4 minutes ago, CBE said: Not only is this really well written and hot AF but I absolutely love the theme. Cryorsleep journey to a distant world, separate evolutionary branches of humanity, details about the world from the future and the place they live in. Damn this is so cool! I just hope the special training doesn't go overboard and break the theme too much. Thank you so much! The omo stuff is a big focus, but keeping the story grounded is very important to me. Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted May 3, 2018 Share Posted May 3, 2018 I like the fact that they don't seem to be getting shamed over a medical condition. Probably muscle weakness do to atrophy. Quote Link to comment
inconnue 33 Posted May 3, 2018 Share Posted May 3, 2018 PA: "Calling NurseStacy. NurseStacy at station 15 for code yellow. Calling NurseStacy station 15." Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
TiniestGalaxy 22 Posted May 4, 2018 Share Posted May 4, 2018 I'm really enjoying this so far! Very cute read :3 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted May 5, 2018 Author Share Posted May 5, 2018 On 5/3/2018 at 2:58 PM, inconnue said: PA: "Calling NurseStacy. NurseStacy at station 15 for code yellow. Calling NurseStacy station 15." I like that haha. Mind if I steal that for the story sometime? inconnue 1 Quote Link to comment
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