“David, I’m going to the mall, keep your eye on Susie?” mother called up the stairs.
“O.K. mum,” I called back, my heart rate picking up.
As soon as she was out the door I searched through her bedroom for the rings that I’d seen her and dad use. Dad was an archaeologist, he had obtained these rings from an Arabian associate, they were very, very special.
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Here it was the middle of my junior year at the university and I’m picking out classes for the next semester. My schedule is shaping up to be a real ball buster and I think I need some easy classes to pad it out. I’m looking at the little tally I have of classes towards my graduation requirements. I need some courses in the social sciences to meet the distribution requirements. I’d already taken a couple of Intro courses and did a semester of psych research which wasn’t much more than easy computer programming. I scanned the psychology course offerings to see if there was anything that looked interesting and easy.
Near the end of the listing I came across one advanced class, “Practical IC Lab.” There wasn’t any description, but it sounded like an electronics course. Seeing how I was majoring in Electrical Engineering, I figured there wasn’t any IC lab that was going to be difficult for me. I added it to my registration slip.
We get back from the Christmas break and I get my official schedule. Yes, I have all the courses I asked for. I go over to the school bookstore and start pulling the books I need for the class. No books for the IC lab, that’s a relief. The next day classes start. I grind through my morning classes and then make my way towards to the psych building. I run into a friend.
“Where you off to?” she asked
“Psych. Taking an electronics lab course there. Should be easy,” I replied.
“Who’s the professor?”
I glance down at my schedule, “Monk,” I stated.
“That’s odd,” she said. “He’s the human sexuality guy.”
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frei Übersetzung aus dem Englischen: The Plan
Christian war 13 Jahre alt, als er das erste Mal merkte, dass er Windeln mag. Sein jüngerer Bruder Max, trug mit seinen zwei Jahren den ganzen Tag über Windeln. Christian war neidisch auf ihn, er wollte auch Windeln haben. Eines Tages stibitzte Christian sich eine Windel von seinem Bruder und versuche sie sich um zubinden. Natürlich war die Windel viel zu klein für ihn, also steckte er sie sich einfach nur in seine Unterhose. Er liebte dieses weiche und dicke Gefühl zwischen seinen Beinen. Er trug die Windel in der Nacht zum Schlafen und versteckte sie tagsüber unter seiner Matratze.
Christian trug drei Wochen jede Nacht die Windel, bis er endlich auch mal probieren wollte, die Windel zu benutzen. Das ging natürlich nicht so ohne weiteres, da er ja schon seit Ewigkeiten raus ist aus dem Töpfchen Training. Während er im Bett lag konnte er einfach nicht in die Windel machen. Nach zwei Stunde Probieren gab er genervt auf und ging mit der Windel in seiner Unterhose ins Bad und setzte sich auf die Toilette. Da klappte es. Die Wärme seines Urins verteilte sich zwischen seinen Beinen in der Windel. Es fühlte sich einfach fantastisch an. Christian wünschte sich, er könnte die Windeln die ganze Zeit tragen. Aber er wusste, dass wird nicht möglich sein, da das ja seine einzige Windel war. Seine Eltern würden es sicher herausfinden, wenn er jeden Tag heimlich eine von seinem Bruder nehmen würde. Christian entsorgte die Windeln im Windeleimer seines Bruders und legte sich wieder in sein Bett.
Christian dachte lange darüber nach, wie er wieder an Windel für sich kommen konnte. Dann fiel ihm etwas ein, was ihm sein Vater mal erzählt hatte. Der wurde nämlich früher, als er so alt wie Christian war, von seiner Mutter, also Christians Oma, auch manchmal noch gewickelt. Und zwar immer dann, wenn er ins Bett gemacht hatte! Das faszinierte Christian, er hatte noch nie Windeln für einen Jungen in seiner Größe gesehen. Er musste es probieren. Er nahm sich vor jetzt jede Nachts ins Bett zu machen, bis auch seine Mutter ihm Windeln um machte.
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It was a Friday afternoon and I was round at Jakes house, we were both in his living room playing on his Xbox whilst his mother was doing some paper work.
I’d met Jake through school, we were both aged 15 at the time and I’d be at the same school since I was age 11, Jake however had moved from a different school about a month ago so we hadn’t known each other that long, but we were fast become best friends which was great because whilst I’d made lots of friends I hadn’t got anyone else I would say is a “best” friend.
We were getting on so well we had already decided that same day to have a sleepover that evening.
Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway.
I told Jake I did and he told me his bathroom was upstairs.
“Back in a minute” I said as I got up and made my way slowly upstairs.
As I made my way to the top, I overheard Jake and his mother start talking: I could hear them pretty well and was curios at the time if they’d say anything about me.
“Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual”
“Yeah whatever” Jake replied as if implying he would but she didn’t need to point out the obvious.
I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to.
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Through the lens of her spyglass Lilith looked for victims carefully. People who had scorned her in the past were her top priority, but those ahead of her in her field too were good choices. There was Felicia Moon, a pretty blonde girl that sat behind Lilith in her meta-physics lecture; she always got on Lilith’s nerves for chewing her gum too loudly. Another good choice would be Matthew Millsbe, maybe she could even get the machine to think he was a girl; that would be a riot.
She turned away from the lens and stared at her creation. She called it the Nanny-bot and it did exactly as its name suggested. Outfitted with all the necessities to turn one of her classmates into an overgrown infant, it had taken quite a while to build and even longer to work out all the kinks; her bottom was still sore from the time the robot assumed her to be a child in need of a spanking.
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Michael stared in disbelief at what his coworker held. The two of them had snuck off around 2 p.m. as they usually did every day for a quick smoke or chat; only this time Cassandra had led him to one of the storage closets on one of the less populated floors. This particular one held unmarked boxes from floor to ceiling and Cassandra had just finished pulling down and opening one of them.
“Cass, what is that?” She hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights if she knew where the switch was, and Michael had been too busy being confused to pay much attention to the lighting.
“Here, hold it. I’ll let you figure it out.” Cass handed off the thick rectangle. In Michael’s hands it made a soft crinkling sound as he moved it around. He felt folds and began to unfold it.
“What is this, Cass? Did you bring me here to weird me out?”
Cass moved closer to him. He had to admit, despite his confusion, this was one of their more arousing encounters. Michael had always hoped to pique her interest, but Cass always seemed the type of girl that needed a bit more than he could offer. Handling the object a bit more roughly, Michael determined that he had finally opened fully whatever he was holding. It felt like it had an hourglass shape but was more rounded toward the thin part.
“Cass…is this…” Michael suddenly felt a hand groping his cock through his slacks.
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by Mina Taylor
There was something about #2629 that always made Wendy curious. She always noticed her more than any of the others that made the journey to Self Pleasure, the adults-only facility on the sixth floor of the nondescript office building on Brattle Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts. It wasn’t just that she was a regular customer. No, there were many of those and some far more memorable than #2629. It was something else.
It was an air about her, the way she held herself in the waiting room amidst the sea of customers dressed in loose-fitting sweats and hoodies, wearing sunglasses, doing all that they could to hide their appearance. While the others would chug sugary beverages and homemade potions of their own making, their duffel bags and backpacks at their feet, #2629 would sit quietly on the upholstered bench with just her purse, dressed in a more colorful and casual manner, fitting of one such as herself who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She would place her hands over her knees and would look forward at the doorway past the waiting room until her number was called.
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