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Tim pool's stuff is pretty good if you want to keep up on news and politics, objective reporting and fact checking to an extent which is rare theese days.

Underrail and hunt showdown two games that really fly under the radar but you can sink in coutless hours without ever feeling bored or like you're grinding I strongly recommend checking both games out they are some of the best indie titles I've played to date. You can run underrail on a potato. and as for hunt, well, it was developed by crytek so.....

Any of you familiar with hunt showdown, a good diaper comes in handy when the matches can last an upwards of 30 min. And every second counts in that game

It's called a boycott, and while I'm certain they have a great product the best way to confront a company is with your wallet

Oh wow didn't realize REARZ had muscled in on that market as well. If it wasn't for the things they tried to pull a few years back I would definitely have gone for their stuff

I had some fox print hook and loop enclosures by happy endings and loved the desighns, its a shame they don't make them anymore

Here is chapter 2 I have things planned for chapter 3 but I'm currently in need of some suggestions on some scenarios for the fourth chapter onward Maid to Order Chapter 2: Accommodations Terra guided Fiona down the hall, halfway to the restroom at the end Terra felt her weight shift as Fiona's legs gave out from under her Fiona knew she couldn’t make it before long a dribble became a trickle, a trickle a spurt, and then her bladder cave out turning her spurt into a torrent. She had to hold back sobs, her knees felt weak. Fiona collapsed in a rapidly expanding puddle of her own making. “I-I I’m s-s-s-o-o-o-orr ree-hee-hee” She couldn’t hold back the sobs, She had wet herself in front of the man her family had owed everything too and was currently peeing herself in his hallway Fiona’s face turned into a mess of mucus tears, and humiliation, her cheeks were so red it looked like you could cook a steak on them “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I'm…” “What’s done is done dear, just let it out” Terra spoke to Fiona while rubbing her back comfortingly The puddle under Fiona expanded again slightly and she let out a slightly wet sounding fart “are you finished, dear” Fiona nodded and Terra brought her to her feet, guiding Fiona around the puddle and to the bathroom at the end of the hall so she could get cleaned up Terra opened the door and sat the distraught girl down on the toilet after lifting the lid. “try to see if there is anything more while I draw the water” Her words made Fiona feel small, still, Fiona pulled down her panties and gave a push. Several rude sputtering noises followed a sign of what she had just done, and the dampness as well a small brown stain in the seat of the panties that hung wetly at he ankles served as an indication of other bodly evacuations that might have occurred given enough time. After the water had been drawn the maid, Terra, Fiona was helped into the tub. Fiona allowed terra to bathe her, it was almost as if she was a doll with no strength over her own body. Terra carefully washed the girl and wrapped her in a towel as she drained the water, Terra brought Fiona to a nearby guest room. “I’ll get some warm clothes for you dear wait just a moment. Fiona had only packed a few sets of clothes, her parents said the mansion required her to wear a uniform while on duty, this uniform was to be provided by the estate Left alone in the room Fiona crawled underneath the covers and hid, she found herself crying again. Fiona was mortified, she had wet herself like a grade-schooler and had made a huge mess in the process, she felt small and nervous, her heart was fluttering constantly as she began to reconstruct recent events in her head. Her cheeks turned red once more and she felt a different kind of heat near her crotch, almost an itch that she couldn’t help but want to scratch. Her emotions were all mixed up, shame, arousal, worry, doubt, and warm fuzzy feeling she couldn’t quite place. She began rubbing at her nethers, you peed yourself like a little girl, like a toddler, like a… Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door “It’s Terra” The maid entered the room carrying a stack of clothes, it was her uniform, at the top of the stack was a pair of bulky looking panties with thick elastic bands along the edges and cartoonish designs It reminded her of something that she couldn’t put her finger on. “get out of bed sweetie, I know you’ve had a rough day but I need you to get dressed so we can get to your training. Fiona rustled out of bed, and Terra helped her get dressed “Legs” Terra slipped the thick panties on Fiona. Fiona realized the panties gave her a vaguely familiar sensation, as it dawned on her that these were training panties, big, thick, cloth training panties A small trickle of thin milky liquid ran down the inside of her thigh at the realization, it was quickly absorbed by the garment rising from below as she felt heat on her face as her breathing was becoming shallow “arms” “oh I’m sorry” Terra helped the girl into the maids dress before pressing the back of her hand on the girl's forehead. “It doesn’t seem to be a favor are you perhaps” Terra pressed on the girls crotch eliciting a shudder and a vulger sounding gasp as something slammed against the inside of the training pants “I See” Terra spoke with a tone of mild surprise “w-w-wait i-its not what you think” “oh I think its exactly what I believe it to be, we’ve had girls just like you before, you have ten minutes to ‘freshen up’ we can’t have you being distracted during lessons can we” Terra turned around and left the room leaving a blushing Fiona. To ‘freshen up’ as she put it. Fiona had never felt more embarrassed than she had in that moment. In fact she was so caught up in her own emotions to realize a leak of a different kind had already occurred in her trainers. All Fiona could do was bury her head in the pillow and scream. As promised Terra returned 10 minutes latter to take Fiona to her lesson Slipping her hand down the front of Fiona’s training pant’s she spoke in a matter a fact tone “Don’t worry we will provide the proper ‘Accommodations’ Little girl” Fiona's head hung down realizing that the misunderstanding had reached the point of no return With that Terra took a beet red Fiona to attend her first lesson in the Hawthorne estate. As always any feedback is welcome and appreciated

All critique is welcome, the next chapter will be posted in a few days

This is a several part work I have been toying around with for some time now, I decided to finally sit down and start writing it. and without further ado Maid to order Chapter 1: Interview Fiona Salasbar arrived at the mansion that would be her place of residence and employment for the next 3 months Her parents had arranged it all, it was training for a career in business that her parents had her slated for, Fiona was a bright girl who lacked confidence, shy, easily startled, and a little bit more accident-prone than the average 16-year-old girl. This opportunity was the product of a chance encounter between her father and the wealthy entrepreneur that had occurred over ten years ago just before she was born where her father had saved a stranger on the street from being fatally crushed by a falling piano by tackling him. Both her father and the man were unscathed. Her father told her how he had originally been fearful that the well to do individual would sue him or attempt to press charges for assault or some similar crime as was all too common at the time. Instead, the man offered her father a lucrative job and had become Fiona's godfather. The man her father had saved was Jhon Hawthorne a successful entrepreneur with a wide range of connections in the business world. The place of her employment was the Hawthorne estate, The residence of John Hawthorne, and one of his side businesses, a training program for turning young women into invaluable Managers and Personal assistants. His curriculum instilled aspiring young women with discipline, confidence, and a unique brand of professionalism that was sought after in the upper echelons of the business world. Fiona Sat in the office of the man her parents had told her so much about, they admonished her repeatedly telling her the story over and over again stressing that she was to be polite, express her gratefulness and mind her manners in front of the man before her, the man named john hawthorn who had given their family almost all they currently had. Fiona was in some of her nicest informal clothes, a checkered skirt that stopped just above the knee and a peach-colored blouse. Fiona felt her heart fluttering, and her throat was dry on the ride there, without realizing it she had consumed a full three bottles of water. Fiona's first task at the Hawthorne estate was a mock interview, The result was irrelevant but Fiona would experience several such interviews over the course of her stay, it served to measure her progress as time went on “Have a seat, Fiona right, You should be Andrew’s Daughter, Even if I am your godfather I won’t treat you any different from the other students ” Fiona felt her heart in her throat, if someone looked closely, they could see her knees trembling slightly as a small unnoticeable drop of amber liquid ran down her leg something Fiona herself was unaware of The man had sharp almost carved features dark hair and deep, piercing, amber eyes. His voice was gentle but carried a strong almost soothing baritone. The study where the interview took place was immaculate and neatly arrange, The desk made of an ornately carved and stained wood of a dark and rich brown, its lacquer perfectly maintained. On it was a small 30-second hourglass made from silver and oak. The man, Jhon Hawthorne remained seated a comfortable looking leather chair just as perfect as the desk, not a stitch out of Place An ornate rug adorned the hardwood floor, and in front of the fine wooden desk was a small white linen-covered chair Fiona sat down as few more golden drops exited her She was far too preoccupied with her own nervousness to be aware of her desperation and unconscious voiding “Let us begin with introductions, Jhon Hawthorne” “F-Fiona Salasbar” She spoke and extended her hand to meet his, The hand was rough, and callused, his handshake was firm but not uncomfortable. “well Fiona, you’ve already made two mistakes, grip firmly, not feebly, and speak from the diaphragm you are a woman, not a mouse” Fiona felt her cheeks heat up, she gripped man's hand more tightly while Clenching her legs unconsciously on reflex, giving a small shake before releasing her grip. “What are your Skills” Sansa’s mind went blank and she suddenly became aware of her need to visit the restroom “I um, I, Bathroom” Sansa got up from the chair and took a few shaking steps toward the door shaking like a leaf, dribbles, and spurts of urine running down her legs, her underwear had long since reached the point of saturation as the liquid ran down her legs past her skirt. Fiona left a pair of obvious trails behind her as she struggled to get to the door with slow almost uncertain steps. Jhon Hawthorne watched with a deadpan look but in his eyes a faint light of something approaching amusement could be seen, as the girl before him had yet to ask for the location of the bathroom and was clearly unable to make the trip, the chair that she had been seated at had a record-sized yellow stain and the rug might already be ruined. “Terra Could you show our new trainee the facilities” “Of course master” With both the request and the reply a strong spurt of urine shot down Fiona's legs, Terra a large woman in a French maid outfit guided the leaking Fiona down the hall by the elbow “Oh and make sure to provide her with any accommodations you see fit” “Certainly Master, Leave it to me”

Its from the guardian I would take their words with a grain of salt

found a poll on adisc the numbers are about the same there as well

I stopped watching marvel movies after spiderman 3 does endgame look good

in my experience consistency is often the determining factor (diarrhea and solid logs are completely different experiences)

something about the way pullups fit and sag (though some decent abdl ones would be nice)