All in a Day’s Work

by Bo Tox

My name is Ed, or at least as far as you know. Forget last names, they just complicate matters. I’ve decided that my life’s story, while highly illegal, might make a good story. So, I’m writing and dictating some of the details of this job to give a little insight into why an ex-military type preys on the public he once swore to protect.

For one thing, life isn’t fair. I’m living proof of that. If life were fair, I’d have been recognized as the hero I was. Instead, the government I served swept me under the rug of covert deals. I was sold down the river in China for a bigger fish. When I escaped, my own people put out a contract on me and I was eliminated… as far as they know. The independent contractor that capped me retired after that job and dropped off the map. The only sad part is that I trained the poor bastard.

One of these days, I AM going to get out of this business. These sheep have no idea what I’ve done in the name of preserving liberty so they can buy a freakin’ latte on every corner and stuff their bloated bodies with even more high fructose corn syrup laden junk. They deserve it. The wolves have always picked off a few sheep from time to time. That’s me; I’m the wolf that lives among the sheep. The secret is to keep a full belly without looking like you just ate. Years of training have not been wasted on me.

Halloween… Again?

By BoTox

Chapter 1

Jack spent the day before Halloween browsing thrift stores and still hadn’t decided on a costume for a party he was going to. It was supposed to be THE party of the year, Halloween or not. He was thinking of going as James Dean but really wanted to go as an adult baby. Jack was not really into the whole baby thing but was a diaper lover and any excuse to openly wear a diaper was all the reason he needed to consider the idea.

Of course, he’d probably never do it. He lacked the nerve to actually do it, wear an exposed diaper in public, but he did fancy the idea. Especially since he was going alone, hoping to meet a nice girl, maybe someone that was open to his odd likes and interests. The day was going to be devoted to acquiring a costume to make him stand out and draw some attention to himself, hopefully postive attention.

When he returned home after all evening putting the pieces of his costume together, he was tired, hungry and soaked. He tossed a meal in the microwave, not even noticing what it was as he headed to the bathroom to get out of his wet disposable diaper. He had thoroughly soaked this one despite his completely functional bladder. Once changed into a fresh diaper, he tried to fit his outfit together.