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I wonder if she was always called that? It would be a strange name for a thin person.
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I suppose the moral is to "Look Before You Leap".
Nice literary shout-out, BTW.
NEVERland
You fell in love with Wendy the moment she sat next to you all those years ago. She was why you never missed a single 8 AM class that semester—it certainly wasn’t because you were that interested in whatever class it was. You don’t even remember what class it was anymore.
No, you were there every day to see her. Her presence was intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough. For the first time in your life, you weren’t nervous around a woman. Talking to her was just so easy.
You never imagined this is how your life would end up with Wendy.
Not long after meeting Wendy, your conversations spilled out of class into coffee shops, long walks on the quad, and even late-night texting sessions. She was everything you ever wanted. You were living a fairytale.
You were determined to fully experience college life. You wanted to party, experiment, and, more than anything, lose your virginity. And here was Wendy, so friendly, so easy to talk to, you were sure she would be the one.
Even so, you were too awkward to make a move. Even when those late night conversations paused, filled with longing stares that anyone else would know to fill with a kiss. You let them pass every time, too scared to lean in and kiss her.
If Wendy was disappointed, she never showed it. She kept the conversation flowing, ignoring the awkwardness your hesitation caused.
Everything changed that one night, six months after you met. She brought over a bottle of wine and a movie, a Friday night tradition for you two. You still didn’t enjoy wine, but you pretended it was delicious anyway.
As the bottle neared empty, the conversation took a turn to the one topic of discussion that had never come up: sex, desires, and kinks. It was a fraught topic and one that filled you with nerves. Your virginity was a profound source of embarrassment, a secret you hoped you never had to reveal before you lost it.
“What about you, Peter? What’s your story?” she prodded.
“I, well, you know, same as any college student, I guess,” you replied, trying to sound casual. You added, trying to sound more confident than you were, “living the dream.”
She smiled, a knowing smile that made you uneasy. She knew, you thought.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Pete?” she said matter-of-factly.
You hung your head in shame, unable to answer or even look her in the eye.
“Why are you so embarrassed? It’s nothing to be ashamed of!’ she replied, “I figured you were when you didn’t make a move, but I truly don’t mind!”
You couldn’t help but smile. “R-really?”
“Yes, really!” she maintained, sliding closer to you on the couch, “I think it’s super cute anyway! It’s a good thing!”
You look her in the eyes, her smile encouraging you to believe her. “I just didn’t want you to think less of me. I really,” you hesitate for a split second, “I really like you, Wendy!”
Wendy beams, grabbing your hands. “I really like you too, Peter!”
Your heart feels like it may beat out of your chest. This is the moment, you assure yourself. You need to kiss her. You close your eyes and lean in, hoping she doesn’t realize this will also be your first kiss.
But something was wrong. She didn’t lean in. If anything, you felt her lean back. You open your eyes, concerned and embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, Pete. It’s just before we go any farther, I need to tell you something.” Her smile is gone, for the first time, she is the one who looks nervous.
“What is it?” you answer worriedly.
“It’s just, well, I want to tell you before we do anything. I don’t want to start a relationship with you only to have you think I’m weird when I finally told you. It’s nothing horrible!”
“You can tell me anything, Wendy!”
“Okay, but promise you won't laugh or think I’m weird?”
“I promise!”
She takes a breath, clearly worried about divulging something personal. A web of possibilities flash in your mind.
“I have this…kink. I always have, and it’s something that I’ve never explored. I’ve been too embarrassed to tell anyone. But with you… feel like I can. I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with me.”
You smile, you could work with kinks. You grab her hand again, “I won’t judge you for any kinks, Wendy. Your secret is safe with me.”
Wendy smiles. “That means a lot to me, really it does. Well…I’ve been interested in femdom and ABDL for as long as I can remember. I’ve always craved my own Little to care for and control.”
You weren’t sure how to react. Mostly because you weren’t sure what any of that meant. You were as experienced with kinks as you were with sex—which is to say wholly inexperienced. “That doesn’t sound so bad,” you bluff, hoping she’d explain more, “what does that mean?”
Wendy explained all of it: what she enjoyed about femdom, her interests in ABDL, and why she enjoyed power exchange in relationships.
As you listened, you couldn’t help but think she was even more beautiful than before, even if some of the things she was saying were confusing and strange. Especially diapers. She wanted you to wear diapers for her? It was all confusing.
But yet, you didn’t want to lose her. The more she explained, the more confident she became. And the more turned on you found yourself. Not because of the kinks but because of how happy she was explaining it. And besides, wasn’t this what college was for? To try new things? And who better to do that with than Wendy?
“I know it’s a lot, Peter. I don’t expect you to jump in head first, either. I’m just glad you’re still here!”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Wendy. It’s just part of who you are. And, like I said, I really like who you are!”
To your surprise, Wendy leaned in and kissed you. It was better than anything you could have ever imagined.
That was four years ago.
Wendy moved into your apartment soon after your conversation. You officially had a girlfriend, and you were living with her—but that’s where the good news ended.
You had done absolutely nothing sexual with Wendy since that night. Anytime you tried to make a move beyond kissing her, she immediately rebuffed your advances. First, because she wanted to “wait” for the right moment. But now, because “it would be inappropriate for a little boy like yourself.”
The only action you ever got now was when she wiped you down during diaper changes. The only choices you could make were which babyish diaper you wanted to wear for her. The only social interaction you were allowed was with your “babysitters,” Wendy’s friends who loved your new status in life.
The sign Wendy placed above your nursery door said it all: NEVERland. Wendy excitedly explained why it was just so perfect for you.
“You’re just like Peter Pan! You have your own Neverland! Isn’t that great? And just like the movie, it’s a place for kids who will never, ever grow up—just like you. Plus, the word never should be seared into your brain because your life is now defined by the 'nevers!'”
“For one, you’ll never get out of diapers! You’ll never use a potty ever again! You’ll never have a room that isn’t a cute nursery filled with stacks of diapees! You’ll never wear anything but cute onesies, overalls, and rompers! You’ll never put anything naughtier than your binky in your mouth!”
“But it gets better, my wittle Peter Pan! You’ll never be treated like an adult ever again! And that comes with its own fun set of Nevers! Like you’ll never, ever lose that virginity of yours! There is never any sex in Neverland! You’ll never kiss another girl! You’ll never even get to have an orgasm again! You’ll be my baby in Neverland forever!”
You fell so enthusiastically into Wendy’s trap. You were so thirsty to lose your virginity you let yourself lose your adulthood. You never finished college, though Wendy did. You hear her talk all about work and the fun she has as you lay on the floor for tummy time while she gossips with her friends.
You’ll never stop wondering what your life could have been if only you could escape Neverland.
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Really well-written!
The Sound of Silence
The silence is so delicious I want seconds. Maybe thirds. Delicious, beautiful silence.
She was so confident. Loudly denying she would need her diaper. That I was just being dramatic.
As if she had any control left.
It was too easy. So easy I almost feel bad that she’ll be trapped in diapers for the rest of her life. Almost.
She may whine and complain, but deep down she knows she’s a diaper girl. She knows her life is better when she’s wrapped in her thick, thirsty diapees, begging me to change her. The potty is for grown ups, not her.
And she is not a grown up. She never was, no matter how many times she says she is—or was. Grown ups don’t fill their diapers with pushies hours after screaming she could hold it.
Grown ups don’t submit so meekly to diaper checks, dutifully pulling their pants down so Daddy can inspect their diaper. And grown ups definitely don’t fill their diaper with stinkies as often as her!
“Uh oh, looks like my little peanut’s diapee is mushy! What is my precious buttercup hiding in there?”
There it is. That silence. That beautiful, tasty silence. It turns my legs to jelly. It’s unfathomably cute.
The only thing that would make it better would be getting to see the utter defeat on her face. The humiliation. The shame. To see her realize she truly is the diaper girl I molded her into.
But I’ll settle for watching her squirm on the changing table. She’s always so cute when I unwrap the present she left for me in her diaper, as the smell dominates the room, proof of who she is.
Daddy's diaper girl.
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My Candle Burns at Both Ends...
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This was engaging, OP!
Daycare Blues
“Only five more minutes until we have to come inside, little ones! Stretch out those feet before its time for diaper checks and naptime!”
You longingly stared at Sydney as she supervised recess at your daycare. Sydney had a special place in your life. You’d done so many firsts with her: first date, first kiss, first girlfriend, first love, and eventually your first—and last—sexual partner.
Sydney succeeded in everything she did. She was your high school Valedictorian, Student Council President, and even the top swimmer in the state, eventually receiving a college scholarship for it. She was popular and well-liked all through high school.
So were you. You dated Sydney your freshman and sophomore year of high school, where you explored so many things together. You loved her—and she loved you.
But by your junior year of high school, you got in with the wrong crowd. Instead of studying with her, you went out to get drunk. Rumors began to spread about your increasingly dangerous drug and alcohol use. By the time Sydney learned of your first affair, your relationship was over.
She was heartbroken, obviously. It took her months to get over you, especially when she listened to the gossip floating around about your weekend sexcapades. The last time you spoke was graduation—a brisk conversation barely acknowledging your past relationship.
Sydney only thought about you in passing over the next two years. She’d occasionally see pictures of you or hear vague updates about your life, but she was completely disinterested in hearing about your problems. You barely snuck into a lower tier college before flunking out in two years.
Then one day, your Facebook profile was suddenly gone. She stopped hearing anything about you. It was like you disappeared. She always wondered what had happened to you. You may have broke her heart, but she could never truly stop caring about you, even if she’d never want to be with you again.
At least, until she started working Biggest Widdle Daycare.
You saw her first that day. You were laying on the changing table in the middle of another messy diaper change. Your “Nanny” as they called them at Daycare, babbling at you like you were an actual toddler.
Please, no. Don’t let her see me like this.
“Almost done with wipies, Joey! Then you can go back to story time!”
“And over here is where we do diaper changes!” you hear the Principal explain, “as you can see it’s pretty busy!”
Your face burned as Sydney made eye contact with you.
“Joey…is that you?” she asked, shock in her voice.
Your Nanny answers for you, noticing your embarrassment. “It sure is! He’s my favorite lil’ stinker here! Always so well behaved!”
Sydney continues to stare at you in utter disbelief, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find any fitting words.
You cover your face as your Nanny applies a generous coating of baby powder. The infantile smell overwhelming your senses, olfactory proof of your new status in life.
“Yeah, we used to…” Sydney hesitates, “well, we were friends in high school.”
Your Nanny gave her a knowing look, “well, I’m sure you’ll be best friends again soon enough! Don’t you think, Joey?”
You sheepishly nod your head as your diaper is pulled up and taped on.
“There, all done, Joey! So much better than that icky diaper you had before! Why don’t you show your friend Sydney where you do story time!”
You look at your Nanny, eyes begging her to stop. “Oh, honey, I’m sure you want your shorts but I think it’s best we keep them off, you’ve already had two stinkies today. We need to check you more often.”
Sydney smiles, recovering herself, reaching out her hand for you to grab.
You look into her eyes, trying to figure what she’s thinking. You’re more embarrassed than you’ve ever been since your parents sent you to the Regression Center after you were arrested for possession of cocaine.
“Don’t be shy, Joey! It’s just me, Nanny Sydney! Can you be a big boy show me where story time is?”
You grab her hand, feeing a jolt of electricity flow through you. You remember her touch, how it made you feel, the power it once held over you. Memories race through your head, like a movie played at 5x speed.
Sydney’s hand flinches too, as if she too felt the same electricity. But if she also had the same thoughts, she didn’t show it.
“Thank you, Joey! My little prince, here to show me around his little kingdom!”
The reading nook is just across the room, in full view of the changing tables. You hate how condescending this walk is, but you’re still excited holding Sydney’s hand—not that kind of excited, though. You lost that ability along with your continence. Though the feeling of attraction torturously remained.
As you get to your designated spot, you obediently sit down. The Nanny reading the story smiles at you.
“I’ll come check on your diaper later, Joey,” Sydney whispers in your ear. You shiver, not in embarrassment, but longing.
You don’t hear any of the story for the next twenty minutes. Memories of your relationship with Sydney continue to flood your brain.
You see her laughing on her bed, half naked, waiting for you to come kiss her. Next, you’re cuddling up behind her as the big spoon, you can still feel her warm skin on yours. You hear her whispering in the darkness, promising she’ll always love you.
“Earth to Joey?” you hear distantly.
You look around, every other little is gone, excitedly preparing for recess.
“Something on your mind?” Sydney asks, “I know littles can be spacey but you were really out!”
“I, uh…” you mumble.
“It’s okay, Joey. It’s perfectly normal. Maybe it was just because you were working hard to fill that diapee for Nanny Sydney!”
Something about the way she said it made you feel smaller than you ever thought possible. You knew she remembered everything, just as you did. But calling herself Nanny Sydney…she didn’t see you as anything more than a little. That much was clear.
“Only a little soggy, mister! You excited for recess?”
“I guess…” you trail off.
“You guess? Well, you should be more excited than that! You get to run and play with Nanny Sydney! That warrants more than a ‘I guess!’ Can you say ‘I’m excited to play with Nanny Sydney,’ little one?”
“I’m excited to play with Nanny Sydney,” you say, slightly louder than a whisper.
“You can do better than that, sweetie! I want to feel your excitement!”
The process repeats three more times, each time getting slightly louder.
You finally tell, surprising the other littles around you. Sydney grabs your hand, “great job, Joey! Now, what’s your favorite game?”
Sydney stayed glued your side the rest of your day, asking you questions about your current favorite games and activities, your favorite movies, and favorite snacks.
She never asked anything about your life before your regression. Nor did she ever mention your past relationship with her. Both of you knew the other remembered those days—and nights—you spent together. But it was left unsaid.
You were just starting to feel comfortable around Sydney, despite waddling around daycare in a t-shirt and exposed diaper, one you knew was getting heavier by the minute, when she asked you to come to her.
“I may be new here, mister, but I know a diaper that needs to be changed when I see it! Follow me while I get my supervisor.”
What followed was the most embarrassing diaper change of your life. Not only was your former girlfriend changing your diaper, but she was being trained as she did.
It wasn’t a quick diaper change. It was slow, methodical, and frequently interrupted by instructions and comments—and giggling.
“Make sure you wipe him well down there, Sydney! I know, that’s a side effect of regression, it’s perfectly normal! But don’t worry, he’s not able to get those anymore!” More giggles.
“You want to make sure you get powder everywhere, especially Joey’s bottom. He’s prone to rashes and his mother is very particular! Oh, you know her? Awww, that’s why you’re such fast friends!” Cue the giggles.
Later that night—evening, really—you lay in your crib thinking about Nanny Sydney. You wonder how different your life would have been had you stayed with her.
She wouldn’t be in charge of your diapers and serving you fruit cups at lunchtime at daycare—that’s for sure.
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I don't know, but I think I'd like to meet them...
Moo and wow! Who are these titillating and irresistible fat hu-cows?
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Most of the discourse surrounding the show seems to be from people who didn't see it.
man im seeing so many posts about how the fallout tv show destroyed the ncr and new vegas and it's like y'all. did we watch the same show? did you watch it at all? im begging you
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So, Iran has launched bombs and drones at Israel?
It begins.
If none of us survive this, I'm sorry I never got around to responding to that post by @loving-n0t-heyting and I'm sorry I put off finishing all that ABDL erotica.
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Tummy!
Ssbbw Pleasantly Plump
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It's like in Dune. Power over what people want is power over everything. That's why the Bene Tleliax figuring out alternatives to Arrakis was so important.
“It’s not about diapers, it’s about power. It’s about controlling when and where he goes to the bathroom, and him being powerless to stop it.
At first, the power came from controlling his orgasms with a chastity device, but that was just the beginning. I wanted control of EVERYTHING. When he eats, when he pees, when he poops, when he walks, when he crawls.
You know who has that kind of power? Mommies. And I wasn’t just happy being his wife any more, I wanted to be his Mommy, and for him to be my pathetic, powerless wittle baby!”
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Realising this puts a lit of things in perspective.
“Only a few prefer liberty- the majority seek nothing more than fair masters.”
― Sallust (86-34 B.C.) Roman statesman.
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It's pretty good.
The main issue is that thing in the lower-right corner, the AI seemingly couldn't decide if it continued off towards the camera, or ended and turned down, so we have a slightly awkward line.
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Look In What Dragged The Cat
why does that one poison album cover look so. cunty
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It's because the NCR is repeating an idea that already has a definitive answer in the Fallout Setting.
"What if we had a constitutional Federal Republic dedicated to the Rule of Law and Democracy, with major internal influence from wealthy interests, and a massive desire for resources which it attempts to assuage by relentlessly gobbling up resources?"
We know what would happen then. It happened in 2077.
The NCR is asking a question that was already answered decades before the first game in the series even began. It's not exploring new ground, just re-treading old ground.
Genuinely, what is the point of setting the Fallout show on the west coast if it was just going to invalidate everything that happened in the West Coast Trilogy. Shady Sands has fallen, the NCR is a memory, New Vegas is a crater in the ground. The New California Republic, Caesar's Legion, The Enclave, Mr. House, all brushed to the side for a wasteland with no semblance of human society beyond shanty-towns; with no semblance of the legitimate cities of Fallouts 2 and New Vegas. All to what end? To allow the Brotherhood of Steel to make an undeserved comeback?
If anything, I think the series should be the final nail in the coffin that Bethesda fundamentally misunderstands Fallout. In a franchise whose very nature is defined by the Atom Bomb and how it was used as a means to an end by a corrupt Capitalist system; how humanity rose from the ashes of a broken world with the dream of building something better; how our only hope for the future is to learn from our past mistakes and create a world where they can never be made again; Bethesda seems determined to keep us stuck in the past. That we should never advance past the ideals of the nation that led us to this nuclear landscape in the first place, that we should never try to make something new atop the ashes of what came before. That we should just forever stay rats scurrying in the wastes, amongst the shattered visage of Ozymandias and the fruits of his labor, looking up to what he left behind as an example of the kind of existence we should strive to create. Very telling indeed.
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