Hi all. Just a fragmant I'm working on. I realize its very short but I'm gonna add to it as I go on. Just wanted to get the first few sections on here to see if you like my writing style.
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“Hey man, popcorn’s done”
12 year old Spencer Kressler looked up, taking out his pacifier and pausing the game of Rainbow Six he was playing on his brother’s laptop. “Hey, Dus, where’s the last bomb in that Dam mission with Kunst?”
“Don’t remember, man. Did you get the two in those creepy tunnels on the lower level?” came Dustin Kressler’s voice as he walked in. Brown-haired like his brother, 23 year old Dustin crossed the room and motioned for Spencer to follow.
Spencer got up and followed his brother, the non-skid soles of his sleeper feet gripping the ground as he went and his diaper crinkling beneath his pajamas. He went into the kitchen and helped Dustin carry the popcorn into the living room. Tonight was their Diaper Night. Almost every time Spencer stayed at his brother’s house they had one of these. Dustin followed Spencer into the room, carrying two glasses.
Hey man, bad news, I think we’re out of root beer. I forgot to buy some,” he said, setting the glasses down and zipping his sleeper all the way up, the errant tab having lowered itself as he had made the popcorn, “Are you wet? ‘Cause if you aren’t, throw some clothes on and we need to make a soda run.”
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“Stop that,”
“What”
‘Stop pulling your shirt down. It looks suspicious.” Dustin admonished, as Spencer tugged down on his shirt for the third time since they had entered the grocery store.
“Can we hurry up,” Spencer said nervously, looking around at the sparse yet seemingly looming shoppers around them,” I’m getting hot.”
‘Well you’re the one who didn‘t want to change out of your sleeper. And you wore a sweatshirt. That’s two layers of hotness. Just act natural and we‘ll be outta here in no time”
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“Been talking to myself forever….yeah”
The stereo blasted as the two brothers sat, snacks now at hand, in front of the TV, Oceanlab complementing the brothers’ game of Killzone 3 nicely. Dustin dodged for cover, narrowly missing getting blasted to bits by a rocket turret-wielding Helghast soldier. A curse flew from under his pacifier as the soldier reengaged.
“Hey, man, I need cover. Can you smoke that rocked-wielding douchebag on the balcony up there.”
‘Sure,” came Spencer’s reply.
Dustin leaned out again, only to get another rocket to the face. He looked over at spencer, who had a zoned out look on his face, his character not moving.
“Hey, come on, Spence, I’m pinned down.”
“M’ peein,” came Spencer’s reply, muffled by his pacifier, a look of relief flooding over his face as warmth flooded his diaper.
‘Stop wetting your diapers and help me kill people!" Dustin called impatiently, “you think that excuse works in the real military?”
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This is my ideal diaper scenario. Doing normal things in diapers, sleepers, and pacifiers is the ultimate rush, in my opinion. At least for me, the blending of the adult and child sides is the most comforting and fun way to enjoy my ABDL side.
Also, the song they were playing was the Metropolis remix of "On a Good Day", which I like better than the album version. Feel free to disagree, but that's my taste.


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