Other Fetishes

Hiya! Thanks for checking this out! I think this may be a 'one shot' sort of thing. I've never written for ABDL before, but I've fallen in love with the diaper dimension and I've had a few ideas rolling around in my head. This is my first try, as I just wanted to get something out of my system and see how it looks. Any and all criticism is welcome -- as I said, this is my first ABDL story so I may not ... know what I'm doing lol. --- Different 1, 2, 3 -- 4 diapers. Greg felt his eyebrows pinch and a frown as he zipped up the bag, having grabbed the stuffed bunny that had been wedged inside the diaper bag before counting. He felt movement in his lap he recognized was present, but his mind was trapped in the thought process that had already begun. He heard some distant voices, but as a small hand pressed against his cheek, he blinked, pulled from his calculations and considerations and now was looking at the Little standing in his lap, making direct eye contact. "Geggie?" he asked in a cute, concerned voice, though his expression was more concentrated. There were a few chuckles around them, clearer and closer this time, and Greg took in a sharp breath and did his best impression of a warm smile.  "Sorry buddy," he apologized quietly as he released the stuffed bunny, now seeing the Little had been trying to take it.  "New father?" a warm voice asked to his left. Greg shook his head as his response and was satisfied to leave it there, but Charlie was not. "He's my big, big, big brother!" Charlie exclaimed proudly, throwing his hands up in the air to show how much bigger he was to emphasize each 'big' more than the last, and Greg put his hand behind his brother's back to steady him. Greg was taller, even for an Amazon, and Charlie liked to play up their dramatic height difference whenever he could. "Oh my goodness," the woman's voice was still warm though she brightened up and raised her tone an octave upon switching to speak with him. "That's quite big!" "Yeah!" Charlie agreed with vigorous nods, letting his eyes drop to the stuffed bunny now in his arms as he plopped roughly on his diapered butt. Greg briefly looked to the woman to his left who was leaning in, a familiar look on her face that he had seen hundreds of times before. Leaning back, he peered to the chair to her left and saw no stroller, carrier, or diaper bag; he clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers on his brother's back. "What's the bunny's name?" the woman asked in a friendly and playful tone, reaching out to poke the stuffed animal in the belly. "Ba.." Charlie started but he scrunched up his face in an exaggerated fashion. "Barfa..." "Bartholomew," Greg finished for his struggling brother and finally looked to the woman's face. "But we call him 'Bart' for simplicity." Not only did the woman giggle at the sheer cuteness, but several others around the waiting room did as well. Charlie, nodding fervently in agreement, and pulled the animal into a stronghold hug. The woman clearly asked something else, but it was white noise to Greg when he noticed the approach of the nurse who made eye contact with him. Nodding before she could even call their names, he hoisted Charlie up into his arms and stood. Compensating for his own lack of decorum with the woman, his brother waved vigorously to her, then grabbed Bart's arm and had him wave to her just a vigorously. "Bye-bye pretty lady!" he exclaimed to her and from the sound of her response, she was giddy and pleased with the entire exchange.  "How have you been, Mr. Vankor?" the nurse asked as she gestured in the direction they were walking, though continue to lead the way. She had a heart shaped face that she complimented well with her hairstyle of bangs and shoulder length hair. She was a dirty blonde, of a lean build up top with a more voluptuous bottom -- pear shaped, Greg recalled was the term -- and always wore small, colorful stud earrings.  "Very well, thank you, Holly," Greg responded cordially, recalling her name with ease. "Please call me Greg." "Geggie," Charlie corrected with a mischievous giggle; Greg grinned. "Only you can all me that, bud," he responded softly. "Of course, Greg," the nurse responded having waited for their interaction to seem complete, and her eyes twinkled when she looked at him. "I'm... thank you for remembering. Most people don't." "I have a knack for names," Greg excused with a slight dismissing tone. It was true -- he was very good with names and faces, which is why he tended not to ask for names like in the waiting room. Then their name and face would be stuck in his mind forever. But unfortunately many people took it as a sign he paid them special attention... which he did not.  "In here," she warmly directed into an empty, but large, patient room. He nodded as he entered, ignoring Charlie's exclamations about the room. It was what they were used to, a precedent their parents had set. It had couches, toys, adult and Little reading material, even a television that was currently off. Staring momentarily at the loveseat that his parents used to sit in visit after visit, he sighed quietly as he took the right hand side where his father usually sat, further away from the desk where the nurse or doctor would check in.  "How has the year been?" she asked as she shut the door. As Charlie crawled off Greg's lap into the other half of the loveseat, Holly smiled at him and leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees to be at this level. She checked his face, his ears, poked him in a few places that illicit some giggles, and checked his diaper before nodding to herself and moved over to the desk.  "Fine," Greg responded blandly as he watched the entire interaction, wishing for a moment he had his own stuffed bunny to choke.  "Has he adjusted well?" she asked as she began the check in process on her commputer. "It's been more of an adjustment for me than him," Greg admitted honestly with a flash of a grin down to his brother. Charlie looked up at him and shook his head. "Nuh-uh!" "Yeah-huh." "Nuh-uh!!" "Yeah-huh." "NUH-UH!!!" Charlie yelled much louder that time to indicate he meant it, though he immediately put his hand over his mouth and sheepishly looked to the nurse who giggled. "It's okay, baby, the door is closed," she excused with a wink, then looked to Greg with an empathetic expression and nod. "I understand. I have a Little sister that I'll have to take in one day. Did you end up getting the robo-nurse?" "Yeah, that's worked out well," Greg nodded as reached out, grabbing Charlie by the ankle and dragged him close, which caused him to burst out into giggles and crawl away again so they could repeat the activity. "Good, good," Holly chirped as she input a few notes into the electronic file. "Since today is just the annual check up, we're all good to get started. Is there anything you wish us to look at or want us to know?" "I don't think so. Bud?" Greg asked as he looked down at Charlie as he dragged him close again. His brother rolled over onto his back and pointed to Bart.  "Him too!" "Oh, yeah," Greg looked to the stuffed bunny and held it up for Nurse Holly to see. "Can Bart have a check up too?" "Of course!" she exclaimed with a gasp as she stood to her feet, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. Her 'Little Fever' was now in full swing and Greg felt an anxious tightening in his chest. She moved over to the table where she pulled out a light blue blanket that had Charlie's name embroidered on it and the brothers made eye contact for a brief moment but Holly was in full swing. She grabbed Bart first, narrating everything she was doing to the bunny, in an octave and tone meant for Charlie to understand. She gently set the bunny down before repeating the process with Charlie, who flashed Greg a smile before he was whisked over to the table.  "First we'll get your weight," she cooed to him, gently placing a hand on his stomach as tapped a button and a scale with a clear bowl slid towards them. She started with Bart, getting the silly, unnecessary portion done first; Greg supposed it also served to make him more comfortable, seeing everything he was going to go through first done with the stuffed animal. But it was an unnecessary precaution. Charlie had been coming to this office for decades now; he had turned 52 this year and should be considered a veteran of all of this... but all Holly could see was a cute, diapered baby, and went into full pediatric nurse mode.  Greg watched intently as she went through the motions. Weighing, measuring, the cutesy touches and tickles in between. Yet when she reached for the diaper tapes, he averted his eyes to stare at the same mountain painting they had hung up in this room over ten years ago. He had it memorized for the amount of times he stared at this thing rather than his brother's genitals, and from the sound of the "oopsie daisy" from Holly and sheer cackling coming from Charlie, Greg knew he had 'fire hosed' the poor nurse, and he grinned.  "Sorry," he somewhat muttered, his eyes avoiding Charlie and looking to Holly, whose expression and demeanor was undeterred by this; in fact, it seemed to make her fever worse. "It's my fault," she giggled, her eyes glued to Charlie as she held the untaped diaper over him, awaiting for him to finish. She reached out, booping his nose and he giggled, that mischievous lining in his laughs still there. "Always need to check first with boys!" He could get away with murder, Greg thought, as long as he was cute while he did it. He maintained his grin at that thought and his eyes moved back to the painting as she continued to her check. He thought about that... how could a Little get away murder? Poisoning, sure. That was easy. Perhaps it had been done before. Perhaps that was the cause for the invention of cabinet locks and the 'so they don't hurt themselves' was the convenient excuse. The body would be the most difficult part.  "Sir? Greg?" He blinked as he felt a hand on his knee and he sharply looked to the nurse, who looked both concerned but still warm. "We're all set. Shall I get the doctor?" "Yes, sorry," Greg nodded as he mumbled, lifting a hand to rub his jaw. She smiled at him and nodded, standing to her full height and headed for the door. He stood up and walked to the table where Charlie was still on his back, his diaper on but loosely, and he was holding onto his feet. Greg knew better than to remain seated; the nurse hadn't said anything, but leaving a baby alone on a high table would be frowned upon. He smiled at his brother and reached out, grabbing Bart and pulled him by his foot, causing Charlie to giggle. He reached a hand out, push the stuffed animal away, and looked expectantly back to his brother, who grabbed the bunny's foot and dragged him back again. They proceeded like this a few rounds before there was a knock at the door. "Hoooooow's my Charlie?!" Dr. Jasmine entered enthusiastically as she always did, a large grin on her face as she immediately looked to Charlie who celebrated her entrance loudly. She was a kind woman which reflected in her face with dark skin and bright brown eyes that had flecks of green. Her near black and now greying hair was always in some elaborate braided design that felt like a puzzle to Greg more than a hairstyle, though he appreciated the artistry. Today, she had rows of thick braids that were close to her head, and one of those braids was used as a tie to keep them all at the back and out of her way. She had a few small pins with cutesy animal designs, sparkly things, or interesting bright colors stuck in the braids around the crown of her head, which was a part of her uniform as Greg saw it -- distracting components on her head for kids to stare at. It had worked on him as a child. Best distraction from shots had been when she put lollipops in her hair; he had been too busy picking one out to notice the prick on his skin. Knowing the procedure, Greg took a few steps to the side and let the doctor come in, greet his brother with the usually raspberry on the stomach. Holly followed in afterwards, shutting the door behind her and shuffling to the desk, the same smile she had before still plastered on her face.  "52!" the doctor marveled at Charlie as she pressed her thumbs against his feet, rubbing the soles. He closed his eyes as his face relaxed, clearly enjoying the massage. "Such a big boy! What did you get for your birthday this year, Charlie?" "Whatever he wanted," Greg snorted after there was a significant pause and it was clear Charlie wasn't going to answer -- he liked the foot massage too much. "As usual." "Such a spoiled baby," Dr. Jasmine cooed and giggled, winking to Greg. "Better than a spoiled brat." "He can be both," Greg smirked down at his brother who finally opened his eyes despite the massage and stuck out his tongue; Jasmine laughed as she released his feet and began the official procedure, putting the stethoscope up on her ears. "No concerns?" she asked before she began rubbing the other end of the stethoscope on her chest to warm it up. "No," Greg confirmed as he took Charlie's hand who had reached out; when he felt a squeeze in his hand, he took in a breath, realizing he should ask something. "You said last year to keep an eye on rough play... like high jumps or falls?" "Yes," she nodded as she set the drum down on Charlie's chest. "Okay Charlie, I need some deep breaths, like you're going for a swim." She did a few rounds of that, giving unnecessary instructions but to her credit, she did this every year and still managed to switch up her metaphors every so often. Once she was satisfied, she nodded as she pulled the eartips down. "As he gets older, you'll want to keep an eye out for signs of joint pain," she responded as she signaled an 'all clear' to Holly who nodded and made some notes. "52 is still young, but Littles with his condition can be hard on their bodies during play, especially boys. Jumping from tall heights, tumbling... you know, rough play. These can hasten conditions brought on by age." Greg nodded as he listened intently, his eyes lingering on Charlie; he didn't watch Dr. Jasmine like he did nurses. There was an air of professionalism about her that he had always been satisfied with. She never seemed feverish over Charlie, just a kindly doctor who cared about him. She focused on using his name, rather than too many pet names, and often asked him questions directly rather than their parents. Or him, now...  "So you have to be careful!" she announced to Charlie and poked his belly, causing him to giggle. Dr. Jasmine reached for the tapes, but hesitated, her eyes looking to Greg and they made eye contact; Greg nodded in appreciation and looked to the mountain painting.  There should be more birds, he thought as he stared at the painting for ... who knows how long. Long enough for ... "All done!" the doctor announced loudly and Greg smiled genuinely; Dr. Jasmine had always been very good to their family, but she had a keen and sympathetic eye on him in particular. She had picked up over the years his discomfort with Charlie's diapering, so much so that she had changed him just now. She had been the one to suggest the robo-nurses, and she had long learned he could get lost in his thoughts and sometimes needed a jarring noise or touch to return to the moment. None of this they had ever discussed ... she just knew.  She snapped the crotch of Charlie's navy blue onesie closed and sat him up, grabbing Bart and handing him over. She then lifted Charlie up from the table and pulled him in for a hug, which Charlie leaned into with ease. "Everything looks great, Greg," Dr. Jasmine smiled to him, patting Charlie on the back. "How are your parents?" "Confused," Greg admitted with a frown. "But comfortable. The staff is amazing. We visit every Saturdays and they just light up seeing Charlie." "Who doesn't?" Holly giggled from the desk. "And you?" Dr. Jasmine asked knowingly, her eyebrows raised in earnest. "I know this is a lot." "I'm fine," Greg nodded, flashing an appreciative smile. "It's a lot of change, but we're settling in. Honestly, I can't complain. I know we're very ..." he paused, looking to Charlie. "Lucky and privileged. Mom and Dad set us up very well for this."  Dr. Jasmine nodded as she rubbed Charlie's back, her eyes still glued to Greg. There was a significant pause after he spoke, and then she smiled as she approached him, shifting and handing Charlie over. Greg took his brother but felt Dr. Jasmine's hand rest on his and he made eye contact with her. "Being a Vankor doesn't mean you don't get to feel feelings," she quietly said in a very empathetic tone; she really did care for her patients.  "I know.... thank you," Greg responded quietly, his eyes dropping to her necklace. It was a fine golden chain with a golden heart pendant, inside which sat a pearl and a ruby. The birthstones of her and her husband, Carson.  "Fanks," Charlie repeated the gratitude his brother expressed and waving Bart's floppy arm, his brother said, "Bart says fanks too." "Anytime, Bart," Dr. Jasmine chuckled as she booped the bunny's nose. She looked to Greg one more time and gave a nod, then turned to Holly. "Let's schedule next year's annual and make sure Greg gets his own check up too --" she winked to Greg. "Don't think I haven't noticed you're overdue." "Yeah, yeah," he laughed, waving a hand in the air. "I've been busy." "Oh, suuuure, suuuure," the doctor chuckled, exaggerating a nod and waved her hand in the air dismissively, mirroring him. "See you next year, Charlie --" she began to say goodbye as she opened the door, then turned dramatically over her shoulder with a wink. "Hopefully not sooner." Charlie giggled and hid his face behind Bart, waving the bunny's arm instead of his own. Holly escorted them to the scheduling desk where a Tweener smiled up at Greg and Charlie. He was polite, well spoken, and used a ton of large words; Greg would have chuckled to himself if not for being sympathetic to the man's plight. He worked in an office of Amazons and was, if Greg could estimate well enough while he was sitting, a bit shorter than the average Tweener. So he had to make up for it in mannerisms and dress.  "Okay, Mr. Vankor, you and your brother are scheduled for next year," Arthur confirmed as he gestured to the printer near him. "You will received email notifications today, and reminders as you near your appointments. Would you like a print out as well?" "No, thanks," Greg shook his head, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at Charlie in his lap who was stretching out across the desk at something. He followed the hand to see a bowl of caramel chews and Arthur chuckled, placing a hand over the bowl. "Sorry little guy, these are very sticky," the scheduler said condescendingly and Greg sighed in his head; the most frequent way to assert one's own maturity was to condescend to someone else. All these power plays were maddening and, frankly, exhausting.  "It's okay," Greg motioned to the bowl. "If those are meant for guests, that is. He can handle it." Charlie gasped as he looked up to Greg, his eyes wide and sparkling, as if he had just been told he won a prize. There hadn't even been enough time for him to be disappointed. Arthur's mouth dropped open for a second, surprised and likely embarrassed that his power play was thwarted, and he nodded through the surprise. "Oh, uh, yes, sir," he stumbled as he pushed the bowl within Charlie's reach who eagerly grabbed two and Greg cleared his throat. "One's for Bart!" he exclaimed at the wordless chastising and Greg simply raised an eyebrow. "Okay... for you," he shifted in his brother's lap and held up one of the two he had grabbed.  "Aw," Arthur blurted out as he put a hand on his chest, and similar 'aww's echoed around.  "Okay, fine. Just... hold on it for me for now," Greg smiled as he pat his brother's back and looked to Arthur. "So we're done?" "Yes, sir," the tweener nodded, adjusting his tie and making sure his hair was still in order. Greg nodded and stood, ignoring the widening of Arthur's eyes at Greg's size. He reached out, grabbing the diaper bag and bid the office clerks a farewell as Charlie did his best to say goodbye with a mouth full of caramel; the room's temperature seemed to spike due to the collective fever this sparked.  The two silently walked to the car, the only sound from either of them being the loud chewing and smacking of lips from the caramel. Dumping the diaper bag next to the car seat, Greg gently set his brother in and clicked him into place, then shut the door to the SUV. He stretched out his arms, feeling the anxiety of this entire ordeal washing away from him and he stepped into the driver's side and started the car. He left the radio off, as usual, and they stayed silent as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.  "Why did you pack so many diapers?" Greg finally asked, the question having been on his mind since the waiting room. He looked in the rearview mirror to see Charlie raised an eyebrow, then crane his neck to look at the bag. "How many did I pack?" he asked frankly, his voice in his normal octave now. "Four." Charlie snorted, "Four is not 'a lot', Greg."  "For a single doctor's appointment?" Greg retorted plainly, shaking his head.  "What if I had a blow out?" Charlie somewhat cackled, pulling his index finger out of his mouth to laugh before putting it back in, digging caramel out between his teeth.  "Were you planning on it?" the Amazon asked wearily, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. "Only if we got Jordan," Charlie shrugged and this time Greg snorted. Jordan, the office's only male nurse who was one of the most condescending pricks to Littles. He was a tweener, but taller than most; he must have had some kind of hang up about it growing up, or some bad experience with Littles, because he laid on the baby terms and treatment like his life depended on it. Perhaps it did. "I hate that fuck." "Same," Greg admitted quickly.  "Holly's nice though," Charlie added as he unwrapped the second caramel. "Then why firehose her?" "Why not?" Charlie shrugged again, popping the caramel in his mouth. "They find it cute, the weirdos." Greg laughed again and felt his shoulders relax. He didn't realize how stressful being how in public with his brother was on him; it hadn't always been. He enjoyed a genuine relationship with his brother, and even when out in public with their parents, they could play games with people and communicate non verbally. It was different when he wasn't responsible for being 'the parent'. He could treat his brother like normal and no one cared, as long as their parents babied him. Now that he was the caregiver, and people expected a certain attitude from him, it put him on edge.  "You might want to use more nicknames," Charlie piped up after he was done with the second caramel.  "Why?" Greg sniffed as they pulled up to a red light. "Got to solidify that you're my guardian," Charlie advised as he peered over the edge of the carseat at something. "Like peeing on me, if you were a dog. Gotta show you own me." "I don't --" "Fuck me, Greg, come on," Charlie rolled his eyes, slamming his head on the back of the carseat. "I know, I know. I mean it hyperbolically or -- like --" he struggled to think of the word, gesturing his arms out, then annoyed when he couldn't find the words. "It's just a performance. You know that, I know that. I don't mean these things literally." Greg swallowed and nodded. He knew Charlie was right and the dog metaphor was good. The smell urine faded over time and an animal had to continuously pee on something to keep up the scent. Whether he liked it or not, the display of ownership over a Little would fade over time, so the performance mattered. Every little thing mattered: the toys, the nicknames, the coddling, the clothes, the preparedness... it was all judged.  All the time. Greg felt his shoulders stiffen again. "Don't you think..." Greg spoke out loud and blinked, not realizing he had started the sentence out loud. He meant it to be an internal dialogue, but he already started, so he continued, "We're well known enough? Like, everyone knows us, you, our parents. Don't you think we're beyond needing to do that?" "No," Charlie frowned, his tone serious and his eyes staring at the rearview mirror. "Neither of us are beyond needing to be careful. Ever." The tension in the car felt like the pressure in a submarine. Or... at least, that's what Greg compared it to, despite having never been in a submarine before. He imagined the pressure was strong. He looked in the rearview mirror and made proxy eye contact with his brother who was staring, awaiting some kind of confirmation. Eventually, Greg nodded. "And you've got to work on your eye contact, man," Charlie sighed.  "It's hard," Greg replied stiffly as he signaled a turn at a four way stop, looked diligently around, and then turned.  "I know," his Little brother affirmed sympathetically. "But people are bothered when you don't." "Amazons are," Greg grumbled. "Only because Tweeners and Littles are grateful to be overlooked," Charlie rebutted, and gestured forward. "Especially by you, Mr. Giant." "If only they knew," Greg grinned, a twinkle in his eye and Charlie returned the look. There was a silence between them for a few seconds but then Charlie started chuckling, and Greg joined in. This silent joke got them through the rest of the drive home, where the gates to the massive manor they called home opened automatically upon detecting their car. They drove up and into the garage where Greg unbuckled Charlie and set him on the ground, grabbing the diaper bag and stuffed bunny. They walked through the garage and into the house which greeted them.  "Welcome back, Greg and Charlie," the robotic voice issued in a warm, feminine tone. "Your follow-up appointments have been received and put into the calendar." "Thank you!" Charlie announced as grabbed at the bottom of the onesie and ripped up, the tell tale snapping sound informing Greg it had worked. He wasn't sure why he was surprised, he had specifically worked to make sure all of the snap clothing Charlie had could be removed by him at any time -- but he frequently worried he missed one. He threw the garment on the ground which a robotic arm grabbed, and he confidently, naked but for his diaper, strolled towards the living room. Greg dumped the diaper bag and toy near the entrance and followed his brother. "Would you like lunch?" the speakers asked.  "Why yes thank you, house!" Charlie announced with glee as he stopped a few feet from his side of the furniture, which was sized appropriately for him.  He put his legs out and bellowed, "ADULT ME!"  The robotic arms immediately went to work and took off the diaper, then produced an entire ensemble of clothes laundered and neatly folded on the nearest portion of the couch to him. Greg smiled widely. Charlie had suffered under their parents' babying for nearly thirty years. He had been subjected to the fever that took their parents, who saw him as a Little suffering maturosis and needed them for the rest of his life. And despite the indignities he suffered because of their own baby fever, he had always treated Greg well, and was a good older brother. The best Greg could have asked for. He helped potty train him, taught him how to hide things he broke, how to lie, how to charm, and most importantly, how to navigate this world with autism. It was a miracle, really, that Charlie had been Adopted by his parents before they had him, and that he was around to help. Amazons didn't have a word for it, unlike Charlie. Amazons took any signs of failing maturity as "maturosis" and doomed one to diapers, bottles, and cribs. But Charlie knew. He knew Greg wasn't broken, just different. Greg owed him everything; his freedom, his adulthood, his ... well ...  "BABY ME!" Greg bellowed shortly after Charlie's declaration, taking the same stance as his brother, and the robotic arms went to work. He was laid on the Amazon appropriate couch, diapered, and adorned in an extra large onesie. All of Greg's muscles melted; the softness of the diaper was like nothing else. The sensory feeling of the hug around his privates washed away the anxieties of the morning. He felt an ease and comfort unlike anything he had ever known. No matter how much he tried to find something else, something more "appropriate" to society to comfort him, nothing compared.  This last year for them had been bliss. When their parents were finally unable to function on their own, even with the help of the home robots, Greg made the move to put them into a home that could tend to their needs. He could finally stop quietly buying extra adult diapers to divert the excess to him. He could finally stop hiding in his bedroom when he was wearing, and now proudly wear around the house. And best of all, Charlie could finally be himself again. He potty trained himself and took up his old hobbies like carpentry, sports watching, and video games (you know, the violent, bloody ones, not those awful educational ones their parents forced upon him), and his favorite new hobby -- "Fuck, they lost again?!" Swearing. Greg chuckled as he closed his eyes and nodded as he relaxed everything, even his bladder. 

“no no I’m not a baby he cried as she was actually burping him..  He did burp and just like a baby he had spit up.. ”Gross no please please not here!” He cried and begged realizing what his punishment was he was going to shit his diaper in front of everyone..  He began crying  “I wanna go home this isn’t fair.” He cried as he knew any second he’d fill his diaper.. He just cried as he did the unthinkable and messed his diaper! 

Every now and then it doesn't hurt to let him have a little bit of joy. Of course the problem becomes when he expects it ALL the time! 🤣 Thanks for the comments, we'll have to see what happens! Some of those scenes were already the ones Beth dealt with before leaving the dorms. Someday if AI video creation gets better maybe this could be made into an animated short. I'd have to find one that lets it past content restrictions most likely though. Thanks for the comments! 🙂 Thanks for the comments! 🙂

Hey everyone!  I hate to do this, but there's just no way I'm going to be able to get out the final chapter today. Yesterday was fantastic and all but I've got a major migraine now and I really don't want to just phone the last chapter in. So, you all will have another day for the poll. The final chapter will definitely be posted tomorrow though! See you all then.

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