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      <title>A Tale of Two Families</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is my first story, so please allow me a little leeway. My command of written English has never been that good! It is intended to be a tale of dark BDSM, non-consensual fantasy involving two families. One unlucky enough to fall into the hands of the other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 - Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the growing day light that woke him. It automatically triggered a switch in the dim night light which then turned off with an audible click as the dawn light grew stronger. That and the increasing and uncomfortable pressure growing in his plastic pants. He would try not to move although he knew he would have to soon. He found it difficult to remain in any position for too long, and his restless legs would soon begin to cramp up. However, any movement in his present condition was dangerous as he&amp;rsquo;d first discovered to his cost many months ago and numerous times since. Movement sometimes encouraged seepage from the tight elastic seams that secured his plastic pants around his waist and thighs.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Aunt Polly&#39;s</title>
      <link>/stories/66028/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Jimmy came into Aunt Polly&amp;rsquo;s kitchen to find a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and a big glass of milk waiting for him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi Aunt Polly. Thanks. I love your cookies.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well go ahead and eat some but don&amp;rsquo;t spoil your dinner appetite&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Polly was a woman in her late forties. A solid woman with a large bosom. Her hair was brown with streaks of grey she did not care to color. She was a strong woman who took usually had her way. After Jimmy had eaten his third cookie and drank half the milk she said;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Diaper Desires</title>
      <link>/stories/80686/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; The story is fantasy, but the psychological aspects are true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thinking back, I remembered Julia&amp;rsquo;s words when I finally got up the courage to let her in on my deepest hidden secret&amp;hellip;my diaper desires and their long history. I had feared my fiancée would storm out and break off our engagement, but I knew I must tell her. Instead of being angry or ridiculing me, she got up, came over to me, drew my head to her midsection and held me close as she showed her concern and understanding.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Empty Nest</title>
      <link>/stories/86650/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This story is an elaboration of the trainer chastity in Josh&amp;rsquo;s story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Standing at the gate watching our youngest daughter fly off to Europe for, what would be at least 4 years, I wiped away a tear. Looking down at my wife, I could see tears there too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Smiling through her tears, Barbara said, &amp;ldquo;I think we&amp;rsquo;ve done a really good job raising our three&amp;hellip;one married to a diplomat in Japan, our son teaching physics to the elite students in South Korea, and now Lisa going off to study at the Sorbonne in Paris. That&amp;rsquo;s a family to be proud of.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Jesse&#39;s Secret</title>
      <link>/stories/73378/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jesse wasn&amp;rsquo;t what most would call a &amp;lsquo;good boy&amp;rsquo;. Since he&amp;rsquo;d been a baby he&amp;rsquo;d always made life difficult for his mother, crying and screaming when he didn&amp;rsquo;t get what he wanted. This meant that when he turned 10 years old, little Jesse begged and cried his way into getting his own computer. It was a simple laptop but he could play all the games he wanted on it, and was eventually allowed on the internet.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>My Journey With Sir - A Tale of Truth</title>
      <link>/stories/84200/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Arastella was buzzing with energy as she watched the clock tick slowly by, her mind humming with excited anticipation as she sat at her desk at work. She fidgeted, tapping her foot and running her fingers through her red hair over and over, twirling the recently straightened strands around her finger. It was an anxious habit she&amp;rsquo;d picked up many years ago. Her mind wandered, and a glance at the strand wrapped around her finger made her grimace. The poor locks were long overdue for a trim, but she couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand to let the hairdressers take off any length.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>My New Mommy</title>
      <link>/stories/75520/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is an adult baby story. If this isn&amp;rsquo;t your thing I suggest you move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was driving home one night in a snowstorm. I was on a lonely country road when my car suddenly skidded and crashed sideways into a tree. &amp;lsquo;Shit&amp;rsquo; I thought. I tried calling for help on my phone but there was no signal. The snow was still coming down hard and it was pitch black. I decided to get out and look around. I was wearing jeans, a hoodie and a ski jacket so I wasn&amp;rsquo;t as cold as I could have been. I walked up the road for ages when I saw a car approach. I waved my arms and it stopped. The window rolled down and I saw a woman around thirty-five with long wavy brown hair.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Nancy&#39;s Baby Girl</title>
      <link>/stories/78502/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; A young researcher visits the wrong household and becomes the offspring Nancy could never have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nancy Jacobson always wanted a little baby girl. She and her husband, Steve, were trying during the first few years of their marriage, but now she was 38 years old and time was running out. They lived in a big, but not very preserved cabin, a few miles outside of town. That and the fact that none of them had a stable job, made it impossible for them to adopt a child. Nancy, a blond, chubby woman with long fingernails, had become increasingly depressed due to this situation, and rarely left the house. Steve, a quiet, thin-looking man, whose, sideburns had just started turning white, tried to comfort his wife as best as he could. But things didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to change and desperation slowly turned into madness in Nancy&amp;rsquo;s mind&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Rose’s New Life</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is my first story so feel free to comment on what can be improved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rose was a 18 year old girl with light brown hair living in New York With her mother and her sister. Rose was 5,1 feet tall and had a relatively slender build. The summer break had just started so she thought this would be a good day to lounge about in her night dress and watch TV while her mother and sister are out shopping for the day.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Tantrums</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote this for myself in less than an hour while waiting for my Daddy to finish up at a graduation party. I know age play isn&amp;rsquo;t really big on this site but I&amp;rsquo;m tired of searching for DD/lg stories and finding terribly written stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you guys at least give it a chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, Daddy, please?&amp;rdquo; I wailed, squirming under His touch. I had been a bad girl and threw a small temper tantrum at the mall.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Tied To The Family</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; It indicates there will be no follow up but if people are interested I will write one. Please feel free to check out my other stories under the same author name and please feel free to email with your thoughts/ideas even experiences or just to chat to a like minded individual. I have loved hearing from some of you guys and love to read all your stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is a work of complete fiction and essentially involves a son in law and a mother in law crossing a line that perhaps should not be crossed.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Under The Table</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I hadn&amp;rsquo;t been to an undergraduate lecture for at least a decade, but this would prove to be one of my most memorable ever. The funny thing is, I&amp;rsquo;m long past being an undergrad nor have I enrolled in a new course as a mature student. One of my closest friends is a young college student. We met at a kink party a few months ago and made an immediate connection when we found out we had quiet a bit in common in both worlds. Unfortunately when we met I was an out-of-town visitor and I don&amp;rsquo;t live in the same state let alone the same city, much to our frustration. But, every now and then one of us manages a short visit.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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