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  1. 【MMD】Omorashi(kankore_U-511)

    And that YouTube is notorious for banning Omorashi content off YouTube.
  2. Project Widowmaker

    I'm holding shift and I still can't get away. So yeah, thanks for the help!
  3. Project Widowmaker

    I can never run away fast enough from that fight. Then you end up with the problem that you've used all your mana from the last encounter on the smoke bomb and have to wait while you get rekted.
  4. Project Widowmaker

    Can anyone else not get past the fight where you have to smoke bomb and escape? It's basically impossible to beat the second fight of the game. Sorta ruins the entire game really. /sigh
  5. The Protest Starts Today.

    I'm sorry but why should I trust a company that sells a case of garbage like the Slip Maxi's at 80 dollars a case/30 bucks a pack? I mean 80 bucks is a lot of money. In gamer's terms, that's at least 2-4 indie games. Or one triple AAA title and maybe an indie game on sale. I'm refusing to trust a company that expects me to pay that much money for low quality items. Also 80 bucks is not diesel gas. In gas terms, it would be low grade gasoline at the worse. I spent forty bucks a month right now on my normal brand, so 40 is what I consider to be diesel at the gas station
  6. The Protest Starts Today.

    I know they aren't but they were sold on an ABDL site. So I'm blaming the company as a whole for even selling such a poor excuse for a product. I bought them off of ABUniverse.
  7. The Protest Starts Today.

    Yeah I'm mad. I expect that if I pay money at a store, then I should be given the best quality possible. I payed like twice as much as normal and I got crap quality. So yeah I'm mad as all hell. I also read several reviews for the product beforehand so that makes me even angrier at the world. I mean I just payed for a product that is actually worse then depends in terms of quality.
  8. The Protest Starts Today.

    So I finally gave into this stupid hype shit. I hate these tena slip maxi. They are by far the worse thing ever. The tape will happily rip off the plastic which my prevail tapes don't. They just don't work. The tape is also much cheaper then prevail since it sticks to just about anything on the planet. I can't readjust without breaking the tapes aparts. I just threw away five diapers. I'm pissed. And yes they actually have enough breathing room but I can't readjust them so fuck me. I hate Abuniverse and I will never purchase another ABDL related brand in my life. I'm done;. I'm officially protesting against these god awful, overpriced sites that expect me to pay up the ass for this piss poor quality. Viva la revolution. I feel that we should all stop buying from these sites ever again. I refuse to pump any more money in my life. I spent my last bit of cash on these and now I'm feeling more depressed then I've ever felt in my entire life. I just want to crawl up some hole and just die in it.
  9. Girlfriend begs to cum in diaper

    This is a JPEG. Lol
  10. Do you guys find Gay Pride annoying?

    Lol so by that logic because I'm gender fluid/maybe sort of indecisively transgender, I should have to walk on hot coals in the middle of Alaska. Also where can I find the sap who invented the gay card, black card, white card ECT. Because I'd like to have them unbirthed. I don't care if it's in the form of time travel or just straight up murder. Furthermore, why don't straight white males have to go to their own pride? lol. Does that mean that they lose their purist American card? (I'm just playing, nobody get a sick up their butts.)
  11. Do you guys find Gay Pride annoying?

    What bothers me is Bakersfield. The pride here is a glorified farmer's market without all the fruit. It has all of ten minutes of enjoyment. Oh and you have to PAY to get in. Our anime con sucks, it's about as fun as nails on a chalk board. But hey the rent is cheap so if you enjoy having nothing to do all year in your hometown then save some bucks and move on down! Oh and 110 degree weather.......with no beaches. But the rent is like 1000 dollars a month for a brand spanking new three bedroom house. The LGBTQ center in Bakersfield has been transformed into a borderline night club. They have no Youth events, everything is mixers for adults to hang out. They have actually blacked out their windows at certain "events." I miss the old center before they moved into this new building. My mom gave up on trying to fix it after several years with these people. PFlag is the closest thing to a youth supporting group. But even then we have no Youth Specific events ever outside of that one single meeting that rolls by I believe every month might be two weeks. We do have meetings in the highschools, but if you happen to be homeschooled then go F*** yourself. Oh and only some high schools have a center inside them such as EBHS and BHS. The only thing we have in Bakersfield is the suicide hotline for teens. Please don't move here. Just find somewhere else with cheap rent. Move out of the state if you have to. It's not worth it. The cheap rent is not worth a damn cent in lead. Hell, move out of the COUNTRY if it's the only possible way to avoid Bakersfield. Like seriously, just get a passport, flee the country, just run.
  12. Office Days - Chapters 1-7

    I'm going to tell you guys a real shocker. I'm a pretty crap writer. I just want to thank you guys for giving me some nice and constructive feedback. While I appreciate people telling me "good job mate." Knowing how I can do better next time is equally helpful. So hopefully this story is much better then the weak sauce I've been posting on this site. And I actually used chapters this time like someone who isn't five years old! Pateron Follow me on Deviantart https://twitter.com/StarFire950 Chapter One Linda was at the start of her life. She just recently graduated high school a few years back. She never really found her true calling in life. She picked up the first job that would pay well enough to at least have a roof over her head. Several part time jobs later and she ended up at a call center. This left her in a studio apartment with a half-assed job and roaches, lots and lots of roaches. What was once the sight of a man made construction had now been transformed into a paradise for mother nature to once again take over as she once had. Her alarm attempted to blast her ears awake but had failed in their one useful purpose. She sluggishly awoke from her bedside and stared at the alarm clock in frustration. As if it had been the alarms’ fault and not her own. Just like most mornings, it was roughly thirty minutes past her alarm and she had to rush out the house as quickly as possible. She shifted through the piles of clothing, newspapers, coupons and just about everything else you could imagine. With a cup of coffee in one hand, makeup kit in the other hand while sitting next to some old guy on a bus stop. As luck would have it, she missed the last bus. As she started to sit down, she noticed an odd wet sensation around her backside. She completely forgot to change out of her bed wetting diaper this morning. She always kept a spare pair of panties in her purse. So she’d be able to slip into the restroom at work and change. Of course, that idea sounded great until she found herself sitting in a restroom stall with nowhere to hide the evidence. Luckily the coast was clear and she could just toss it in the trash. She slowly creped towards the trash bin as quietly as she could manage and threw the soiled undergarment into the trash. That was when a stranger walked in and gazed at the girl for a moment before she turned away, blew her nose and walked out. The fiasco from this morning stirred around in her head for the rest of the day. The melodramatic sight of the gray cubicles in front of her certainly didn’t help her forget. She sat down in one of the many identical cells full of identical worker ants trying to make a living in this world. Her cell was nearly as cluttered as her room. If not for her boss’s persistent complaints, it would’ve looked just like the floor of her apartment. As always, she got phone calls from the constant crowd of technologically inept people who couldn’t so much as hit the power button, let alone operate a smart phone. And then you had the screamers, the ones who would yell their heads off because of something that you can’t control. In the best case scenario, you redirected the “screamers” to a supervisor before things got out of hand. She always had to question whether or not the constant purchase of headache medication required for this job actually led to a net profit at the end of the day. Once that headache was over, it was about time to hopefully resolve another one. She noticed the stranger from before in the parking lot.. Linda decided to talk to her about before so that her conscience would cleared. Chapter Two “About this morning. Could you keep that on the down low?” The stranger turned towards her. She was notably taller than Linda by about a solid foot. Her hair was rolled up into a nice bun. She was dressed rather casually with a pair of denim jeans and a shirt. “Sure. I just have one small favor to ask you. I don’t really get many guests and my house does get quite a bit lonely. Perhaps you could just come over, have a glass of tea or something?” “That’s fine. My social life isn’t exactly as jam packed as it used to be.” “Great! How about sometime today?” “I don’t have a car but I’ll be able to make it in about an hour.” “I have a car” “Sure.” Not like she had anything to lose at this point of her life. If she got into a van with a stranger and landed in a ditch, it’d be an end to this boring life. And maybe she’d gain a new friend. It’s a win-win either way. This is what Linda’s constant, active lifestyle had declined to. Being so bored and tired that she was willing to hop into any old stranger’s van if it meant that she’d finally have a way of escaping from her life. Personally, she was just glad that someone was handing her a paddle to swim over this creek of raw sewage. “Never did catch your name. I’m Linda by the way.” “Diana. Nice to meet you. So, what are you doing here everyday?” “One of the office slaves.” “Beats Janitorial services. I’m an IT which isn’t half bad.” “Sometimes I wonder. At least the toilets don’t scream at you like some of those “animals” known as “customers.” “Believe me, I was one of those janitors during my days at college. Internship doesn’t pay you. So I had to do something in order to stop eating ramen. Call services definitely beat cleaning up some guy’s drunken hobo diarrhea special.” They continued to discuss everything from work to life to politics to TV. Soon enough, neither of the pair knew what they were talking about. Before they knew it, they were at Diana’s house. Right off the bat, the place was much cleaner than Linda’s “humble” abode. The front lawn was well trimmed and maintained. With lawn decor as far as the eye could see. And a wonderful garden with a couple of rose bushes. The inside of the house was just as well kept. You could eat off the wonderful magnolia flooring and kiss the walls. Almost everything had it’s place as they walked in. Linda nearly passed out on the couch due to it’s sheer comfort. “I’m going to fix us up some drinks. Do you want anything?” “I haven’t had real food in such a long time. Honestly, if you cooked up that wall over there, it’d be better than the fast food I’ve had. And I’ll take a coke if you have it, please.” “Well, I made a meatloaf last night. Turns out cooking a whole damn meatloaf for yourself doesn’t end well. I still have enough for five people in my fridge.” The poor girl stared at her in near disbelief. “Could I just have an entire plate of meatloaf?” “You can take some home with you. Please do so. I spent most of last night looking up recipes involving meatloaf.” She came back with a plate of meatloaf. As well a glass of coke for her guest and some tea for herself. Linda ate like a ravenous dog that was trained in one of those underground fighting rings. She nearly licked the plate clean. “This is a really big house for one person.” “I got this place from my parents. They decided to become travelers when they retired. Bought an RV and everything. The mortgage is all nice and paid off.” “I live in a studio myself. It’s not the greatest place in the world but it’s a roof over my head.” They continued to talk and munch throughout the rest of the day. Linda was so involved in conservation that she barely noticed her small arching bladder. “Is something wrong? You’re kinda squirming a lot.” “I’m fine.” She lied. Far too embarrassed to admit that she had to pee. Her bladder was nearly full at this stage. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but do you have to use the toilet?” Her entire face turned a deep shade of crimson as she nodded. “It’s down the hall off to the side of the dining area.” She quickly ran straight towards the bathroom. She felt a few dribbles as she tried to hold it, but nothing too bad. She pulled down her panties and let it flow into the toilet. She sighed with relief as her aching bladder released her bodily fluid. The rest of the day was uneventful and the two of them mostly just sat and chatted. Soon Linda had to return back to her home which was still just as infested as before. She started to notice all the little details that made her little studio apartment quite a pigsty. She stared at all the empty cartons and bags full of fast food. All the stains across the tile floor that she had been meaning to clean. She didn’t even know where to start as she looked around. She simply gave up the idea of cleaning her place for today. Of course she had been giving herself the “one more day” excuse for about two months by this stage. The thought of cleaning made her exhausted just thinking about it. If her landlord ever got wind of this, she’d be thrown out without a second thought in the world. Chapter three Linda continued to visit Diana on a daily basis. It had been almost a month and she started to notice all the little oddities. Why did she have a bunch of sippy cups, bottles and other babyish things lying in her cupboard? Most of the stuff was in plane sight. She’d pull out a glass and poof another one of many different designed sippy cups. Bit strange when you consider that Diana didn’t have kids. Finally, her curiosity reached an all time high. One day as they were sitting down together, she noticed an all familiar white bulge from Diana’s pants. She was wearing some awfully tight pants that day and you could see her diaper peeking out from the sides. On that same day, she decided to pop the question. “If I asked you a personal question, would you be mad at me?” “Ask away, I don’t mind.” “What’s up with the diapers, and all the baby stuff. I’m just wondering.” Diana’s entire face turned the deepest shade of red. She took a long deep breath before she allowed herself to speak. “For a start, I’m incontinent. I sorta stumbled upon this fetish of sorts called “ABDL.” It allowed me to be more comfortable in my own skin if I played along with the whole diaper thing a bit. Sometimes I like the babyish stuff. Most of the time, I’ve wanted to have someone to baby.” “That’s sorta cute. In an odd sort of way. I’m a bed wetter myself. Just always had a small bladder when I was growing up. Eventually, I gave into the fact that I’d have to wear diapers at night.” Later that night. When Linda, was at home, she decided to pull out her laptop and Google this whole “ABDL” thing. Of course, she foolishly forgot to turn on “safe search” and soon found a lot more than she bargained for. She quickly replaced the search with “what is ABDL?” Once she had mostly satisfied her curiosity, it was about time to head to bed. She couldn’t stop wondering about the whole thing. Just what was it like? How weird was it to be “babied?” Or even weirder, having to change an adult. What about living in a crib? She finally had to force herself to fall asleep. Despite the many thoughts playing out in her head. Chapter Four “So, why haven’t you invited me to your place?” “Oh no reason, it’s just a bit messy.” “It can’t be that bad. I’m sure it just needs a spring cleaning.” “No, you can’t see it.” She begged. “I thought it was just a bit messy. I think you’ve peaked my interest.” “You’re not going to let it go, are you?” “Nope, not even slightly. I wonder if you’ve got bodies hanging over the walls. Some sort of satanic circle like those necromancers you see in video games!” As soon as Linda opened the door to her apartment, Diana let out quite the shout at she stared into the roach heaven. She wasn’t nearly as used to it and gagged at the awful stench flowing in from the room. “It’s a literal roach motel.” “Oh it’s not that bad.” “Look, would you consider spending a couple of nights at my place? At the very least, I’d need to get some exterminators or a blow torch or preferably the national guard. I wouldn’t even ask you to pay me back. And quite frankly, if you like it, I could just let you live at my place. Not rent free of course, but I’d guarantee it’d be cheaper than here. I’d only have you spot the food bill.” “It’s fine, honestly. I don’t really need the help. I can easily clean this mess on my own.” “Do you really have it covered? I mean if it’s that easy then I’ll go buy a lawn chair and watch you clean every single inch of this place until I can see my reflection on that floor. Not like I really have anything else to do in my spare time. And seeing as you clearly don’t need the help, then I of course wouldn’t be bothered to lift a finger.” Linda stared at her and then stared at the room and just shrugged. “I guess I should let you help. I have been working overtime lately and well, this is kinda the result.” “And when have you been working overtime? I’ve been picking you up at the same time everyday for about the last month.” “I think I really should be packing right about now! Could you help me with some of it?” “I’m not walking into that room. I’ll help you carry it into my car.” Linda came back with a box of clothes after nearly twenty minutes of scavenging around the room. “The clothes have to be thrown away. They’re almost certainly full of bed bugs. Again, I’ll spot you the change on that as well.” Diana continued to nitpick every little thing that Linda tried to take out of this house. Soon, they were walking out with a laptop, some earrings and the unopened boxes of nighttime diapers. “I can’t believe we had to throw all of my stuff away!” “It’s stuff. Stuff that can be replaced without a single care in the world. I’d be blessed that I didn’t die of some really awful bacteria if I were you.” “Please stop listing all the known diseases. I’m not going to get Ebola because I haven’t washed my house in a while!” “When you get a flu, I’m going to give you the “I told ya so” look. I’m going to spend all week practicing it.” Linda got into the car and stared out the window for a while. “Sorry if I sounded harsh. I just care about you. As a friend and stuff of course.” “I’m just disappointed in myself. I can’t cook, and I’ve been putting off cleaning for a few months now.” “I can cook, so I can always teach you. And I make a pretty decent alarm clock.” She turned back into her sulking silence. Diana left well enough alone for now. Soon they were parked up against a generic clothing outlet. “This isn’t your house.” “Well I can’t let you run around in your undies all day. I think your boss might have a word with you if you ran around the office in nothing but one of your nightie diapers.” Her face turned a hot blush as that mental image flooded into her mind. They shopped for about an hour. By that point, Linda’s bladder had steadily filled up. She could at least hold it for now. The need continued to get worse as they drove home. “Are we there yet?” She squirmed in her seat. “Almost there.” It took them about forty five minutes to get home amidst the onslaught of traffic. Linda could feel a few drops started to leak out. Causing her to press her hands against her painful bladder. Her squirming was much worse and she started to bite down hard on her lips. “Do you need to pee?” She nodded. “Please hurry. I’m about to have an accident” “Just a few more minutes. I’m pulling into the driveway.” The garage door took a hot minute to slide open. That one minute felt like hours in Linda’s perspective as she tried her best to hold on as tightly as possible. The car slowly slid into the garage. Getting out of her seat was a whole other painful experience. A hot surge of pain ran across her bladder as she climbed out of the seat. She had to take her hand off her bladder in order to remove the seat belt. Which caused her to let out a hot squirt of pee. Every single step she took cause another leak. By the time she had made it to the garage door which led into the kitchen, one final painful jolt shook her bladder. She felt a massive torrent of urine force itself out of her begging orifice. A wet spot formed around her hand. The urine overflowed into her panties and leaked down her leg and even get into her shoes. She sat there like a deer in the headlights, crying and defeated. Diana put a hand on Linda’s shoulder and gently rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. “It’s alright, you just couldn’t hold it anymore. It’s just a normal thing that happens.” She just stared at the floor and sulked. Diana had to lead her into the upstairs bathroom. Linda left a small trail of her bodily fluid as she walked. Linda at least looked a lot better after her shower. She walked downstairs and sat on the couch with Diana. “Sorry about that.” “No need to apologize. I can’t even hold my bladder if I tried! So you're certainly doing better than me.” They gathered everything from the car that needed to be brought into Linda’s room. Once they were done, it was about time to finally relax from an awfully long day. Diana cooked up some spaghetti. Linda stared at it as if Diana were serving the food out of the holy grail. Linda decided to strike up a conversation while she ate. “So, what is this whole ABDL thing like anyway? You explained it to me a bit but I’m kinda curious.” “Like what do you mean?” “Like the whole “little” thing.” “It’s like pretending to be whatever age you want to be. Five, two, one, six months old. Kinda like role playing. Not that the age itself really matters all that greatly since it is flexible.” “Does that mean that the “mommy/daddy” takes care of the “little?” “In a way. Let’s say that I was the mommy and you were my “little.” I’d have to feed you and dress you and take care of you. All while allowing you to be you.” “Is the diapers part of it a requirement?” “There isn’t really a set book of rules or anything. It’s more about what the little and his/her caretaker both agree on. Like a trust system. Heck, some do wear diapers and don’t use them for their intended purpose. It’s all opinion based.” “Sounds kinda nice.” “Why are you so interested in all this anyway?” Linda shoved down a huge fork full of food immediately as that question popped up. They ended up changing subject. Later that night, she was far too busy in fantasy land to fall asleep. Wouldn’t it be so much more convenient if she didn’t have to dress herself? Not having to change her own wet diapers in the morning would be such a breeze. Maybe she’d get punished for wetting her bed again in the form of a paddle? Would the paddle have holes drilled into it in order to leave a nice red polka dot pattern all over her backside? Chapter Five The next morning, Linda as always slept through her alarm clock. She forgot that she no longer had to ride the bus and therefore didn’t need to wake up quite as earlier. She ran down the stairs so fast that she hadn’t put on any clothes. “You’re in quite a hurry for someone who’s still got at least an hour left before work starts. I let you sleep and made you some breakfast. Also, your diaper is nearly about to leak. You might want to consider changing out of that.” She tried her best to hide her diaper with her hands. A hot blush ran down her face. “It’s not that embarrassing. I wear them everyday.” She pulled down her own pants and casually sat down with her diaper in full bloom, ate some bacon and sipped on a nice cup of coffee. “I guess I can always change out of this later.” “Not quite yet.” She grabbed a couple of dish towels and laid them down underneath Linda’s chair. “Just in case.” She sat down and ate her breakfast. It was awkward getting used to the cold wet urine slogging around in her diaper. She couldn’t even believe that she was doing this at all. But she didn’t want her food to get cold. And since Diana was completely fine with it, then what’s the harm? After she ate, she went upstairs and grabbed a fresh pair of panties. Then her usual business skirt. It was such a relief not having to get up as early due to her newfound access to a car. The thought of living here continued to ring around in her head. She hopped into the car with Diana and soon they were headed off to work. Work wasn’t quite as awful as it normally was. Running on a full stomach made it easier to deal with the usual calls. The caffeine in her system kept her awake throughout the morning. She simply felt more alive than normal. The rest of the day was a fantastic relief to the normal hell that she experienced on a day to day basis. Linda continued to talk about her day throughout the drive home and at home and until Diana finally had to beg her to stop. “You never did tell me what you plan on doing. I haven’t called the exterminator yet since I’d rather not waste the money on it if you aren’t sure about returning home” Diana asked at dinner “Maybe we could hold off on it for a while. The rent’s paid this month so I have tell the next bill to decide.” “Just tell me what you decide on. Honestly, it’s been nice not having to walk around this empty house all by myself.” Chapter Six Linda never did move out. To be fair, the cooking was on par with Iron Chef. Barely a few weeks into her new living arrangement, she caught quite a nasty flu in the morning. She thought it was just a cold. So she continued with her usual daily routine and came downstairs and ate some breakfast. “You look awful this morning.” “I’m fine. Just a cold.” She said right after she blew her nose on her fifth napkin. As soon as Linda got up to put away her dishes, she felt a horrible stomach ache and hunched over backwards. She tried to run in the direction of the bathroom. But another cramp a few minutes later caused a steady hot stream of breakfast to pour down her skirt. Tears followed suit soon afterward. The shit continued to flow down from the leg holes of her panties onto her bare feet. “Don’t worry about it. You’re sick is all. I’ll help you get upstairs.” Diana led the girl upstairs. The muddy sensation became worse as the cool air hit Linda’s warm bottom. As soon as she reached the toilet, she threw up in it. “Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Once Linda was done, she spoke. “I’ll be fine. You should go to work.” “I have plenty of vacation days. If I don’t use them by the end of the year, they go bad anyway.” “I really am fine. But if you could help me a little bit, then that’d be alright I guess. Aren’t you even slightly embarrassed about showering me?” “Not really. Not like I was going to soap you down or anything! I was just going to get you some clothes or something.” “I wouldn’t deny the offer. I’ve been feeling exhausted this entire morning. Thought the coffee was going to wake me up, but it’s in the bowl or in my pants now.” Diana’s entire face turned red to a deep shade of purple. “Yeah of course. That’s what friends do, right?” “Yeah, just friends that live together and bathe together!” The two of them had a full hearted laugh. It was a nice relief from today’s latest messy ride. Diana picked up Linda like she weighed nothing and dropped her in the shower. Then she stripped her clothes off and threw them in the trash. Then she striped herself down and hopped in with her. She took a shower hose and washed out her asshole and her privates until she got most of the brown sticky substance off her. She very awkwardly had to clean the rest of it off her with a loofah. Then it was onto the legs which had to be scrubbed down. She had to scrub the rest of her body off. Making sure to thoroughly clean down every nook and cranny. She ran shampoo through her hair and gave her a scalp massage before she took a comb and got the majority of her dead ends out. “Do you ever take care of your hair? It could be so beautiful if you just combed it every day.” “It looks fine to me.” She winced in pain throughout the combing process. About three or so chunks of hair ended up in being pulled out by the comb. Once Diana had thoroughly bathed Linda and herself, she turned off the water. Then she started to dry her off. “Let's hope that we never have to do this again.” “Like you wouldn’t enjoy it. You were purring like a cat the entire time!” Linda blushed at that comment. Once she had her dried off, she brought Linda to her room. She then pulled out one of her overnight diapers and a pair of her pajamas. “I’m not wearing that.” “The diaper is just until you get better. Do you really want to ruin some more clothes? You can always pull it down when you need to use the bathroom.” “Fine. I just want to fall asleep. I honestly don’t care what you dress me in.” “Oh really? I have a few pairs of onesies that I sometimes wear to bed. I could slip you into one of them. Should I go with the one that has cupcakes on it or the fairy one?” Linda threw a pillow at Diana before she started to drift off to sleep. “You’re no fun!” Diana sighed and started to diaper Linda. She looked around the room for any changing supplies. She couldn’t find any wipes or rash cream or anything and so she had to head into her own room. She came back with the rash cream and some baby powder. She rubbed the cream into her skin and applied just the perfect dosage of powder on her. Then she put a diaper underneath the sleeping girl. She taped it up and finished with a gently pat over her front. Diana was so focused on her “patient” that she just now noticed that she was wet. Luckily she at was at least wearing a towel which absorbed most of her urine. She headed into her room and diapered herself. Then she phoned in her vacation day with her boss right before she headed to bed. May as well sleep in so she’d have the energy to take care of her patient. Chapter 7 Linda woke up in a soaked diaper. It was just barely managing to hold in her urine. She at least felt less tired than before. She got out of the bed to use the bathroom. But another cramp stopped her dead in her tracks and let out a torrent of pure shit. Guess she was heading to Diana’s room since she didn’t want to change herself. She certainly wasn’t feeling up to dealing with that today. Diana slowly woke up and stared at the girl. “Someone’s quite a stinker!” Linda looked just like a toddler. She stood there with a diaper in her hand and a messy diaper in her pants. All while asking Diana to please change her. Diana hopped out of bed and took off her diaper. Then she took out one of her disposable changing mats and wiped her down completely. Then she replaced her diaper with a new one. “Do you think your tummy is ready to eat something? I could make you some soup.” “I think I’ll be alright. I hope.” The two of them headed downstairs. Linda was sitting on the couch while Diana made her a bowl of soup. She took out one of those pop up tables and put some soup on it. Then she threw a blanket over Linda who was starting to shiver. “Do you think you could feed me?” Linda send jokingly. “Of course!” It was too late to explain her humor and soon she was slowly being spoon fed some chicken noodle soup. It was sorta nice in a motherly kind of way. They spent an hour watching TV before Linda passed out again. She leaned towards Diana and ended up falling asleep right on top of her. Diana of course couldn’t possibly resist the opportunity to gently run a hand down over the top of her head. Her hair was still a bit rough around the edges due to poor maintenance but it was mostly soft and fluffy. She could hear her heartbeat gently beat away. Linda tended to be a droller and sucked on her thumb throughout her nap. Neither of them were really all that hungry tell dinner rolled around. “Can I trust you with solid food yet? You haven’t had a poopy accident since this morning.” “Maybe just something a bit light. I’d rather not risk it.” Diana gave her a small appetizer tray full of cheese and apples and crackers and the like. She had a sandwich since quite frankly, she just didn’t feel like cooking today. Right before bed, she decided to give Linda a warm bath. “Wait, you’re not hopping in with me?” “I got into a shower with you earlier.” “But it’s sorta a bit different.” “How is it different then showering you?” Bewildered by the question, she simply gave in and allowed Diana to climb into the tub with her. Once again she cleaned her off. Linda relaxed throughout the entire process as she was cleaned from head to toe. All of her aching muscles loosened. Her tension loosened so much that she peed in the bathtub without even realizing it. Diana changed Linda into a fresh diaper and tucked her in for the night. Then she hopped in bed for the night. Linda spent about an hour fidgeting throughout the night. She finally showed up at Diana’s door with a pillow in her hand. “I can’t fall asleep. Can I just sleep with you tonight? This flu is keeping me up.” Diana slowly sat up. “Sure. Just be warned that I snore. But the pacifier usually tones that down.” “Maybe I could have a pacifier. Might help with my sore throat. I’m desperate enough at this point that I’ll try anything if it will help me pass out.” Diana slowly opened up her dresser and pulled out a pacifier before she fell back asleep. Linda decided on whether or not she’d actually use this thing. It can’t be that weird, right? So she put the pacifier in her mouth and crawled into bed. The pacifier made it a lot easier to fall asleep. And Diana’s warm, snuggly body was like a warm pillow. Perfect for when you’re shivering in the middle of the night.
  13. Birthday Surprise - Chapter 1

    Sorry about that. Honestly, I'm completely new to writing. I mean I've obviously written in the past, but these types of stories aren't what they teach you in grammar school. And I've only written a shy bit of just pure fiction on my own. Everything I write here is a thousand percent experimental and zero percent theorized or planned. It's just a hobby that started out as something I could do in order to promote my Pateron page for my YouTube channel. Then I just started to enjoy doing it. Also, this story is linked to Quest.apk in the sense that the main character is the same. Should have mentioned that. And I probably should go further in detail. Maybe I should have added another week to it. I don't know, you win some and you lose some. I'm honestly shocked that my last three ended in success with my lack of skill and/or experience. I may consider adding revisions since again, IDFK what I'm doing. Or who knows, I may end up scraping it and moving onto something a bit better. I was bent back and forth on weather or not I should've split the chapter into two or three parts or not. And I'll just crack the whip a bit harder. Thank you for not being overly harsh on me. I do appreciate the constructive feedback on how I can improve. I really haven't had anyone comment all that in-depth thus far.
  14. I'm finally finished with my first chapter of "Birthday Surprise." Which comically has nothing to do with my birthday at all because it's in November! Sorry that it's not another chapter of "One Nasty Hangover." I hit a bit of a block in the road and needed to at least write something. So I came up with this idea and here we are. I'll try to see about writing another chapter from my previous project. Support me on Pateron! Follow me on Deviantart Follow me on Tumblr Ashley received many bizarre Quests, but none of them were quite as confusing as this one. The goal for this Quest was quite simple: go to some strangers’ house and babysit their kid. As she approached the door, butterflies began to fill her chest. For all she knew, this stranger could be a hacker who boobie-trapped her phone into leading her straight into a murderer's’ house. But if you wanted to make money, you had to take risks. The door gently swung open as the stranger’s face appeared in front of her. She was in her thirties, but has aged wonderfully. She was a redhead with short, curly hair. Her eyes were a nice hazel. She was wearing a lot of makeup which contrasted nicely with her light brown skin tone. However, most people wouldn’t have paid the slightest bit of attention to her face. Not with her bustling bosoms. She wore a tight business skirt which brought out her large hips and rack. Ashley regretted her decision to wear a more casual attire. A simple tee-shirt and jeans. And a light dosage of makeup. She paled in comparison to the decked out woman in front of her. “So, are you going to stare at me all day? Or shall we get this show on the road!” The woman said impatiently. She had big plans for tomorrow and she needed to get everything set up at once. “Oh right, what’s your name?” “Rosaline. You can just call me Rose.” “Ashley. Nice to meet you. So, who am I going to babysitting tonight?” “Susan. I call her Susy. She’s only one year old and can be be fussy from time to time. We haven’t started potty training, so I hope you’re okay with the cleanup.” “Of course.” I’ve changed my own diapers before, so how hard could changing some child be? I still haven’t found out what this has to do with anything right now. It just feels so “normal” for a Quest. “I’ll show you around the place and then I’ll show you the little one.” “Sounds great.” I guess I am best off following her lead until I figure out what’s going on. The front door led to a spacious living room. It contained a typical widescreen television that stood atop a large shelf. The shelf contained a library of movies, most of them being for children as you might expect. Several feet away from the tv was a plush leather couch and a lazy boy recliner. A rug lied underneath the couch. The playpen was in between the television and the couch. The only thing out of the ordinary was the size of the playpen. It simply appeared to be rather large for an infant. “Would you like a cup of tea before I take you upstairs?” “I would love to.” Hopefully the tea will help me calm my nerves. I followed her towards the dinning room before I decided to sit down on one of the dining chairs. The wooden table and chair set looked expensive. A glass door revealed the giant backyard. Was I crazy or could I see what looked like an adult sized playground? My eyes must be playing tricks on me. The kitchen was open plan, however a bar with stools separated the two rooms. The tile floor could be eaten off of. Unlike the dining area which did have a few minor stains. Everything was brand new. The microwave, refrigerator, freezer, even the glasses were in mint condition. She sat down on the chair opposite side of me and handed me a glass while she sipped on her own cup of tea. “So how’d you get access to Quest? Pretty hard to get your hands on it since you have to meet an executive in person. Just making an appointment is a giant pain unless you owe someone important a lot of money.” “Yeah, it was a pain. I was so sick of cleaning out toilets and selling hamburgers that I just couldn’t take it anymore. And lucky me, when I snapped at my boss for laying me off, an executive noticed me and handed me a card. I figured that anything and I mean anything beats cleaning out a shitter. At least this job requires you to clean your own shit. Am I right?” “I have to agree with you. I used to work in an office myself but here we are!” They continued to talk for a while before Rose decided to led her upstairs. They entered into what looked like your everyday nursery. The walls were pink with butterflies and bees across it. Stuffed animals and toys were a bit scattered across the room. A changing table off to one side with a little cabinet underneath it. The bouncer was awfully huge for a child, it looked big enough for an adult. So did the stroller. A crib with a rather large infant in it was next to the window. It was far too big as well. It had a cute mobile above it. “Well, here she is, all nice and tucked in for bed!” “She’s a bit big.” “Well so are you. But size doesn’t matter.” she winked at Ashley in quite the sly fashion. “Excuse me?” “Isn't it obvious? You’re not really babysitting. You are the baby! You see, it’s awfully hard to find a playmate for her and well I decided to make my own Quest. And since it is her birthday tomorrow, I decided that she needed to play with someone her own age.” “Wait you can make your own?” “Of course, you only need a load of cash. You also need to be working for Quest for a year. Now, I need to get you dressed. So first it’s off with these clothes!” “Hey!” Ashley shouted as Rose pulled her outfit off her. She was quickly able to remove her shirt, bra, pants and finally her panties. With a bit of effort, she picked her up and dropped her on the changing table then she stuck a pacifier in her mouth. “Perfect! Now for the powdering and some rash cream. Wouldn’t want my baby getting all icky down there.” First she brought a diaper under Ashley's bottom. Then she applied just the right dash of baby powder with a bit of rash cream. Her taping skills far surpassed Ashley as she finished in a matter of seconds, with just the right tightness. Once she was done, she lifted Ashley once again by her arms and gently dropped her in the adult crib. “But I’m not tired!” “Then you’ll be awfully bored in that crib.” Rose left the room, and turned off the light. As much as Ashley didn’t want to sleep, the pacifier was so soothing. The mobile was making a calming jingle that was slowly sedating her. And the tea she had was a sleepy time brew. She tried her best to force her eyes open, but naturally the calm environment caused her to fall asleep. Ashley woke up about an hour and a half later. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the other baby who also was wearing a diaper. In a state of shock and panic, she shouted and covered her bosoms. Susy as you can come to expect was full grown biologically. Her hair was done up into a pair of pigtails. Her eyes were a lovely shade of emerald. Her face was covered in a blanket of freckles which added to her cuteness. She just replied back with a giggle as she stared at the scene Ashley was making. Ashley finally calmed down as the earlier memories came flooding back. She stared at the sight of the girl in front of her. “I’m guessing that you’re Susy.” She said with a wisp through the pacifier. “Yep!” She replied though her pacifier. “So, what do you do while you wait for your uhh….mommy to let you out?” The pressure in her bladder reminded Ashley that she had to pee soon. The tea she had earlier was about to be her undoing. She wondered if she should hold it since she wasn't going to escape her padded prison any time soon. “Not much. I have a rattle in here if you want to play with it.” With not much else to distract her from her bladder, she accepted the friendly gesture. It at least held her attention span for a hot minute. Just long before for their caretaker to walk in and check up on the two of them. “Glad to see that you two sleepy heads are finally awake! And just in time because I have to take our newest little girl out dress shopping.” “Is she going to stay for tomorrow, Mommy?” “Of course honey” Susy started to bounce up and down in excitement over her new playmate. “Now, I’m going to change Susy first. If you’re smart, I’d suggest you stop holding your pee-pees like a big girl. I’m only giving you this one warning because I haven’t laid down all the ground rules yet. Obviously, the toilet is off limitts for little girls.” “I don’t have to pee!” She lied. Her squirming made her story unbelievable at best. “Ya know, I’m trying to be nice. But if you don’t go then I’ll just allow you to walk around a crowded dress shop in a soggy diaper. I mean it is just a matter of time before you go.” She just stared at her for a few moments as the shocking realization hit her. This was still one of her first Quests and while she had used a diaper before, she was never told to do it. She sighed and closed her eyes as a torrent of pee poured from her orifice into the absorbent cotton-like material. Meanwhile, “Mommy” was busy changing her other baby. Who was having fun playing along with her. “Quit Fussing or I’ll never get this on you!” she said playfully. Soon enough, she managed to diaper her baby and fit her into a bright pink dress with frills along it. Between her short height, ponytails and dress, Susy barely looked much older then a large five year old. Ashley gawked at the sight of the frilly dress. As much as she may have liked girly things, this was too much even for her. Not like she was going to have much say in the matter. Before she knew it, she was lifted several feet into the air and brought down on a changing table. “Someone peed a lot!” She opened up the soaked diaper and quickly wiped her down and powered her. Then she made her lift her legs just high enough for a diaper to fit underneath her butt. One by one, she taped up the diaper and finished it with a playful tap on her front. The challenging part was finding at least a temporary outfit for the girl. As humiliating as it would be to drag the poor girl outside in just a diaper, “no shirt, no pants, no service” is the norm for most stores. Ashley was a solid foot taller then Susy, so she had to find some of her larger clothes. Finally, she settled on a pair of overalls with ducks across it. They were done in the style of toddler overalls with easy changing options. She of course dressed the girl despite her protest about being big enough to dress herself. Soon enough, the two of us were being escorted into a car which of course contained two adult sized car seats. Where she even got half of this stuff, is a story in of itself. Quest was generous, but not nearly rich enough to hand out custom made furniture like it was made out of paper. So she had to have bought the stuff herself. “I’m sitting in that?” “Of course you are silly! It’s not just for show.” Ashley sighed and sat down in the chair. Soon enough the two of them were locked in. Mommy gave them each their own bottle full of juice. Susy started gulping down her drink while Ashley stared at it for a moment. This whole thing was so much more overwhelming than simply taking a lovely stroll towards her local coffee shop. Nonetheless, she was going to have to get used to this, and how weird could drinking through a bottle be? The nipple was soothing as she brought it to her mouth and started to suckle the delicious apple juice inside. It was a weird feeling for her teeth to get used to. But it was so relaxing that she closed her eyes for a moment. Her head began to drift into fantasy land as she wondered what it would be like, dressed up as a baby and eating a cake. Her mommy would have to clean off all that yummy frosting off her face. Maybe she’d get a bath afterward. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her head. After all, she did this purely for money and nothing else. Then again, why else would she have chosen this as her job. To escape from the hamburgers and toilets or too simply escape from this world and become a helpless little infant who never had to worry about adult things like money. Or was it a mixture of the two that brought her here? Susy meanwhile was off in her little space, sticking her head out the window and making faces while her mommy tried to tell her to knock it off. They finally compromised with a game of “I spy.” “Can I play?” Ashley snapped out, immediately blushing as she did. “Sure!” Soon enough, they were both having a blast in the car. Of course, they were only about half an hour of driving away from the mall and they were there before they knew it. Mommy helped us both get out of the car. “Now for the second rule, pacifier stays in even when you’re trying to speak. Unless of course, you're replacing that pacifier with a bottle or sippy cup. Simple right?” Ashley’s entire face turned bright red. But it was better then walking around with your diaper to the entire world. Little did she know that her padding was sticking out of her overalls slightly. She took the pacifier that Mommy gave her and stuck it in her mouth. The two of them waddled along side their mommy towards the entrance of the crowded mall. A few odd stares here and there, but most people barely payed much mind. All that juice filled Ashley’s bladder. It was just at that point where she had to pee. Of course, peeing was always easier when she was full, but what about just letting it go whenever? She had no other choice than to get used to this. She closed her eyes and squeezed as hard as she could. Soon, she could feel the warm urine filling her diaper. It didn’t last that long since she hadn't been holding it. It was barely a walk before they reached the dress shop. The color radiating from the fine selection of attire filled the room with a flash of light. Most of the dresses were frilly with bright colors. Bonnets and other cutesy hats lined some of the walls. On the opposite side of the store stood onesies, pacifiers and all kinds of “little” clothes of every kind. And there was even a small stash of diapers. Ashley stared breathlessly at the sight she was witnessing. Despite how often she went out, she had no idea that this store existed. Then again, just where was this mall? She barely payed attention to the street signs when they were driving along. “Jeez, I would’ve assumed that you knew about this place. I guess you are new to all this after all.” Susy meanwhile was too busy squealing over several of the dresses. “They sell this stuff?” “Well I certainly can’t stitch a dish towel to save my life! Now, I suggest you hurry up and pick something cute for tomorrow. And also, one of those onesies or something a bit babyish for yourself. Alternatively, I can also pick something out for you.” Ashley disappeared faster than a ball of dust into the army of dresses after hearing that last sentence. What on earth would she wear? Not like she had the foggiest idea about fetish based fashion choices. Something with a few animals across it or something with butterflies? After a solid ten minutes of indecisiveness, she finally gazed her eyes on the right dress. It was a vibrant purple dress with frills around the trim and pink polka dots on it. A bit of ruffles around the cuffs and a short color. “Is that the one?” “Yes.” “Yes who and don’t forget the magic word.” “Yes who?” “I’m your what?” She could play this game all day. It was quite cute watching Ashley as her face turned to a pretty flush. “Can I have the dress Mommy, please?” By this point, Ashley's entire face was bright red. Her impaired speech due to the pacifier just added to the cuteness factor. She looked and sounded just like a toddler asking her mommy for a dress right about now. “Yes you may. But first, I have to take you over to the dressing room.” The two of them walked toward the dressing room. One of the employees asked her how many dresses and handed them a slip to put over the door. Of course, they walked in together so that mommy could help slip her into the dress. For a start, she had to check the little one’s diaper since this was an ideal time and place to do it. Goosebumps creped along Ashley’s skin as a hand ran through her slightly used diaper. “You’re a little bit wet, but it should hold a couple more leaks. I’m so proud of you for using your diaper like a good girl.” “T-t-hank you” Ashley said with no other idea how she should reply to that. Soon enough, mommy had Ashley fitted into the new dress. It practically fit her perfectly and looked wonderful on her. “Do you want to walk out in your new dress? It means that you’ll have to eat lunch at home since I wouldn’t want you getting your dress all messy.” “But people will see the diaper easier.” “So? Haven’t you had to show off at least once before?” “Well yeah. I had to wear this mini skirt with a diaper underneath not too long ago.” “Then I don’t see a problem here.” They both stepped out of the changing room. Ashely still had to go look for a onesie while her mommy helped dress Susy into a new outfit. “Ohh, this one has fruities across it!” Embarrassment ran across her. She had no idea why she felt so little. It was like being in an entirely different space. Her and Susy had both decided on their outfits and were soon on their way home. Before they even knew it, the familiar sight of the house was in view. Once they were back inside, it was time for lunch! They were both lifted up into two different height chairs. But not before they were both striped out of their very plush and namely expensive dresses. They each had matching bibs which were yellow with a carrot on them. “Now, I’m thinking baby food for now and if you two behave then I’ll get you some solid stuffs for dinner.” Mommy pulled out several bottles of the mushed up baby food and got out a spoon. First she started with Ashley. She kept her mouth completely shut as her mommy tried to spoon feed her. “It’s not going away unless you get it in your belly!” “No!” She said for just long enough for mommy to get a spoon into her. The taste was fairly blend but some of the flavors were better than others. The worse was of course the vegetable flavors which made Ashley’s face gag. After a solid five jars, her belly was completely stuffed and she was quite a bit gassy. Of course, the next part of the feeding was quite a bit more awkward, though enjoyable. Once they were done being spoon fed, they were brought to the couch. Then mommy striped off her shirt and her bra. Susy dug right into the sweet milk-filled bosoms. Ashley stared at her boobs awkwardly. “Come on little one. Don’t you want mommy’s milk?” She slowly forced her mouth towards the stranger’s breasts and slowly started to suckle on them. It was fresher and warmer than anything she had ever drank before. Her eyes naturally closed as she slowly relaxed. An endless flow of the amazing substance overflowed her mouth. Some of it drolled out of her mouth and onto her mommy's breasts. She kept going until she was absolutely full and couldn’t handle anymore. Without even realizing it, she emptied her bladder sometime throughout that experience. The two of them were both burped. Then mommy checked their diapers. “I think it’s about time that you two cuties get changed! You’ll have to follow me upstairs since I’m certainly not carrying you two up that staircase.” After a climb up the stairs and into the nursery, they were both changed before they got placed into their crib.” “Now you two both had a long day today so get some rest. You can get some playtime afterwards then dinner. Okay.” Susy was more suited to the daily routine and easily fell asleep. Ashley struggled for a few minutes but soon fell asleep. Ashley awoke before Susy. The cramps in her stomach woke her. After all, she hadn't gone number two all day and the need was starting to arise. A sense of panic overwhelmed her since she was going to have to use her diaper. She tried her best to hold it as a fart came along. Susy soon woke up. She could easily tell what was going on. “You have to use your diapee silly! Just like this.” She lifted her butt and grunted. She immediately started filling her diaper with a torrent of crap. Her diaper sagged with a mixture of urine and poop. She sat down on it and started rubbing it into her skin. Ashley continued to try to hold her butt as tightly as she possibly could. “We could play together if you let go. We could compare our diapers to see whose is messier!” “Fine, you win. But only because that sounds like fun!” She may as well give into this little stuff just a tiny bit since it did add to the fun. Her entire face turned red as she grunted as hard as she could. At least it was less humiliating since Susy just did it. With a bit of effort, she could feel the mushy mess filling her diaper to the brim. She braced herself as she decided to sit in it. She covered her mouth as best as she could in order to hide her loud moan. The wonderful sensation of the warm mush was simply amazing as it covered her naughty bits. “Someone likes being mushy!” Susy decided to be a bit naughty and pushed Ashely toward the floor of the bed. “What are you…” Before she could say anything, her face was full of Susy’s messy diaper. It smelled absolutely rancid. So why in the hell couldn’t she get that through to her horny brain!” “This is fun!” She continued to rub her diaper against her face and soon had a hand down her diaper. Ashley tried to resist her begging urges but soon found her hand shoved down her pants. “Why don’t you move down so we can both have fun? Sharing is caring!” “Sure!” Soon she was diaper to diaper with Ashley and rubbing quite firmly. It barely took a few minutes before they both reached their climax. The sensation was like nothing that Ashley had ever felt before. Mommy walked into the room shortly thereafter and noticed the two of them. “I see you two are having fun. I think it’s about my turn to have some fun punishing you two naughty babies.” She started by lifting up the crib bars. “Straight to the corner and not a word from either of you.” They waddled along to the corner of the room and just stood there. The heavy force of a large wooden paddle with holes in it was soon brought down upon their mushy bottoms. Despite being mostly blocked by the padding, it still hurt. And after a solid twenty blows, both of the babies were brought to tears.” “Had enough?” They both nodded. “Good. Since you two both love being messy, I think it’s just about time for a quick shower.” A wicked grin ran across her face. The two of them waddled alongside their mommy, trying not to get too much shit all over the floor as it continued to pour down their legs. Once they were in the shower, mommy tore their tapes off and quickly threw away the well overused diapers in the trash. She then bathed them from head to toe, making sure not to miss a single inch. “Bend over, you two.” They were soon both lying in the shower with their asses faced outward. Soon they both felt the odd sensation of a gentle finger being shoved up into their asses. Soon the finger was replaced with something a bit more artificial. A torrent of water shot up their asses within a few seconds. “You two are going to both take this whole enema bag. You’re only allowed to speak if it gets too painful. I’ll stop for a few seconds if it really gets too unbearable.” Within minutes, Ashley's entire stomach was filled to the brim with the liquid. The water left a warm sensation from within. She was panting as the cramps began to hit her. She whimpered in pain as her gut continued to fill. By the time she made it barely halfway through, she begged for it to stop. She at least got a moment to breathe before the next gauntlet of gut busting torture. After several starts and stops, she had finally made it through the experience. Mommy took the nozzles out of her two babies and taped on a diaper over them both. “Try to hold that in for a few minutes.” Ashley tried her best to hold it, but barely two minutes in and her stomach soon gave out and started to release the endless torrent. Her ass burned with the explosion of everything she ate within the last two days. Her diaper poofed out like a balloon. It took her several minutes of non stop pooping before she was completely emptied. She started to wail like a giant baby. Mommy helped them step into a cute pair of plastic pants. Then she led them downstairs to their little play area. “I’m going to make dinner. And maybe I’ll even let you two have a bite.” Ashley eventually found some blocks to play with. However, within ten minutes, she had discovered that being messy starts to get a bit uncomfortable. And that discomfort slowly progressed into a burning itchy mess. It didn’t help when it mixed with urine but at least that got absorbed into the fabric. She tried to scratch that itch as best as she could with the plastic cover and diaper in the way of her bare skin. Mommy checked on the two of them and noticed that the two of them were both trying to gain some relief. “I knew I should’ve gotten out the mitts. This is a punishment after all.” She went upstairs and grabbed out a cute pair of mittens which had a locking mechanism. She then quickly went ahead and forced it on her two babies. Soon enough, dinner was ready and the two itchy butts were firmly seated in a height chair. Just sitting on the hard plastic chair was enough to mush the already squishy mess. Some chopped up bits of steak and a bowl of potatoes was placed on their trays. Without any utensils of course. “Bon appetit!” They all dug into their meals. Ashley was trying her best to eat cleanly with her hands. Susy however had a face full of potatoes. Eventually, she caved in and just starting mashing her face full of food as she ate. Mommy tried her best to wipe most of it off their faces as best as she could throughout it. Once they had all eaten, Mommy took them upstairs into the bathroom where she striped them down. Then she ran a bubble bath for them. Complete with actual baby soap, rubber ducks, boats and every other conceivable toy you could reasonably put in a tub. “I think you two have learned your lesson. Plus, I wouldn’t be able to sleep if my room smelled poopy.” The bath was a wondrous relief on Ashley’s irritated bottom. Mommy scrubbed them both from head to toe and shampooed their hair. It felt amazing as she ran her hands throughout her entire body, much more thorough than the shower had been. And receiving a scalp massage was just so luxurious. Once they were done, mommy dried them completely off and took the naked pair of babies into their “actual” bedroom. She pulled out two extra thick overnight diapers and laid the both of them down on the bed. A bit of baby powder later and some rash cream and she had them both taped into two cute little diapers. She tucked the two of them on either side of the bed. Then she striped herself down and crawled into the middle where they both cuddled up against her.
  15. Expensive Diapers?

    So I know that everyone else and his grandmother at this stage has posted asked this question before. However, I wanted to ask you guys a serous question. How do you people afford any of these brands at all? 90-120 dollars/40 days is the average price for an ABDL/DL who wears 24/7. Assuming that you go through two per day. I pay about forty a month for the Prevail brand which work just fine. I'm just fed up with these outrageous prices. I've been monitoring price changes for at least two years straight (Before I even started wearing.) and I haven't found anything affordable. So either I'm god awful at research and should go buy a pair of glasses, or the prices have stayed mostly the same. My other question is competition. Why is it that every single god damn ABDL related store on the Internet sells their diapers as everyone else? Why have like twenty different stores if they sell everything at close to the same price. It's like having twenty gas stations on the same corner, selling the same gas or similar gas at the same price per gallon. More then anything, I'm curious. I want to know why on god's green Earth does anyone buy these diapers? And what banks do you people rob in order to afford them? Because clearly, someone discovered how to make a money tree and I'm the only one not planting. P.S Sorry if I'm ranting at all.