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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side. \nThank you again for being amazing! \nPLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet. \nA final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me? Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires. \nAnd if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing. \nCHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please. \n\nUrza, wolf dominatrix extraordinaire, looking the part, walking the part, crisply walked from her newly parked Jeep to the cellar doors of wooden, old-time farmhouse. She was in the middle of nowhere. They didn't make these type of places where the eye could see.Her stern leather outfit revealed as much as it covered, yet a leather black cup was peeled downward for a feasting infant. In her arms, an infant, snug in a simple, boring, regular, white disposable diaper. The mouth suctioned onto an exposed nipple, feeding off it with hunger.\n\nCasually and without preamble, she brushes some hay away from the side of the cellar, exposing a chrome sophisticated keypad. Security code entered, a hiss is made as dead air and clean air mix together. The door is not wooden, or weak, or frail. It looks it. But it is not. The edges of the opening door are clearly metallic. \n\nUrza walks down the long stairway, high heels sounding her descent. What seems like three stories later, she arrives in an underground laboratory. Milo is there, complete with labcoat and a slick backed mane. He looked uncharacteristically characteristic given the situation. Not meant to be here in this technological marvel, but equally he fit like a glove - his lab coat adding a certain amount of authority to him. \n\nMilo was rushing this way and that, he produced a vague frantic atmosphere in and of himself, his coat flagging behind him. He casually went from rushing, to pacing nervously. \n\nThe baby clutched to Urza's bosom was unaware and greedily, hungrily, draining from her teet. Urza was casual and nonchalant about it, barely giving it attention. The baby was hoisted by her curved arm, supporting the baby. \n\nUrza patiently waited, watching Milo rush to and fro, left, right, all around. The high tech walls were a buzz, strobed with lights of various colors, but what Milo was attentive about was something that was located smack dab right in front and center. After some time, Urza realized that this thing wasn't just any ordinary constructed metallic wonderment, it was a? ship? \n\nMilo stops his movements for a moment, he seemed distracted, distant, and lost for a moment. Pooling his thoughts, his eyes shimmered with recognition, \"Ah, you're here! Excellent!\"\n \nUrza, calm and collected, responds \"I told you I'd come. So, want to tell me what this is all about, and why you insist I bring 'The Furless Wonder' here?\"\n\nA bright smile etched Milo's face, as if the adventure was just being brought back to his thoughts. \n\n\"I've recently discovered some sort of traveling anomaly in space. All I know for sure is that it appears to be a strong source of ultra-rare Zeta radiation. In approximately 36 hours, it will reach its closest point to our planet. I plan to send up a probe to come in contact with it and gather much needed data? But, that isn't all. Anybody can send up a probe. I want to explore its effects on a specimen?\" His eyes looking at the Furless Wonder, smirking, \"A young one. One that hasn't truly developed yet.\" He pointed a finger at the baby, \"That one.\" \n\n\"I see.\" Urzas expression is only mildly surprised, as if Milo asked for nothing more than to borrow a pair of socks. More surprised than shocked. She looked at the nursing baby, back to Milo, and shrugged, \"And what effects are you expecting?\" Her voice was cool, calm, collective, refined almost, as if she was ordering a beverage with a meal. \n\n\"Well, if my theory is correct, three things; One, it will advance his age, both physically and mentally. Not by much, a year and change at most. Two, he'll be virtually invulnerable. And three, he'll have a.....\"\n\nMilo looked around the laboratory suspiciously before he leans in close to whisper something salacious into Urza's ear, which causes the proud dominant mothers eyes to open wide in anticipation \"Woof!\"she exclaims. The third effect was truly the lions share of the excitement, \"And if you're theory's incorrect?\" \n\n\"Then, he'll... Likely meet a horrific, agonizing demise in the cold, empty blackness of space.\" He shrugged this statement off with a shoulders tossed up and a pitifully apologetic smile that screamed 'them the breaks'. \n\nUrza ponders the sweet, sucking infant in her arms. She even favored it a like gentle rock, diaper resting on her arm peacefully. Poor thing was blissfully unaware of the fate being discussed in his very presence,\"Hmm... What are the odds?\"\n\n\"In his favor? Ohh, abooout... 66.6% Give or take. Irt is more art than science, truly.\" Milo said. He had done the calculations but at some point what ifs mounted on mountains of assumptions. \n\nUrza ponders a brief moment longer and even before she spoke, a smile broke across her face, wide and bright and sweet, \"Ah, what the Hell? We're in!\" \n\n\"Excellent!\" exclaims Milo, furry paws clapping together. He rubbed them. He was truly pleased as a peach, \"There's a bathing station over there in the corner of the lab. 'The Furless Wonder' needs cleaned up and dressed in the prototype diaper you'll find there.\" Milo pointed to all these things, not once taking his eyes off of them. \n\nUrza commands the sorroundings as she walked through the lab to the bathing station. She prompts him up against a little shower seat and starts to take off his diaper. She discards it in a little steel receptical that advises 'Only Diapers'. Her eyes, half slit and dangerous, scans over the little creature as warm water comes onto his body. Her movements are soft, tender, maternal, and caring. She never once divides her time on anything else except absolutely this. She leans forward and catches his eyes with her own, \"You are going to be Mommy's little astronaut, aren't you. Gunna go zip through space and explore this little anomaly. Mommy's little explorer. How brave of you.\" She cooed and coddled, her voice low and tender. \n\nShe places a finger against the jaw, just rubbing and tracing, never once looking away, \"You are going to be Mommy's little superhero.\" She leaned in and gave an Eskimo kiss against that wet little beaming crimson nose and pulled back. Her found wilted downward so that she was positioned in just the right way to look directly at the baby's face, deep into his eyes. \n\nAnd the little guy looked right on back, he might be young, but when someone stares at your with such fervent intent, your attention is held, \"And you had better, BETTER, come back. Alive. And in one piece.\" She neared closer, their noses pressing against each other. Urza's nose clearly the dominant of the two, \"Because if you don't? Mommy is going to be very, VERY, angry with you!\" And while her expression stayed like a rock, unmoving and serious, she prefaced and punctuated her statement with a gentle kiss right on his adorable button nose. \n\nBaby watched, instructions given, Urza stands back up and acquires a new diaper, it is a prototype Gamma-Dyper, something specifically designed for this journey in mind. Urza didn't need to go out of her way to see the S insignia emboldened on the backside of the diaper. \n\nShe just looked at it. Blinked. Worked her mouth a moment. She was almost unamused about it all. Her narrowed eyes roll toward Milo, \"How original.\" \n\n\"I felt it apropos?\" He said in way of an apology, but there was a flair of whimsy in there, a sheepish demure smile planted on his face, \"Besides, I am a sucker for the classics.\" \n\nUrza returned to her duty, planting the smooth sleek diaper on a changing table and putting her little bundle of joy on it, planting his newly washed bum against it. She begins the very common well honed practiced of putting the diaper on. The moment that the diaper was even somewhat on, it started to operate on its own accord and whimsy. The diaper was usually large to begin with but the moment that it started to get shaped in the familiar fashion of a diaper around an object, it started to shrink, mold, contort, and latch itself against the little guy. It didn't seem to have any beginning or end, no way to take it off, or even put it on. \n\n\"Nanites.\" Milo said absently. Urza didn't say or really do anything to indicate her surprise, but Milo seemed to have expected such a reaction. \n\nUrza slipped her finger along the diaper, trying to find, well, anything. All seemed one complete uniform material. \n\nUrza snatches the baby and brings him over to the rather eccentric Milo who seems to calm himself as the delicate baby is gifted to him. Urza does this with a little hitch in her movements, but it is not noticeable and it is only she who truly realizes the depth of her attachment this little guy. \n\nMilo takes an eyedropper, it is filled with thick crimson syrup. With steady hands, he positioned it right into the mouth of the baby. The lips snatch it and suckles it much like it would a nipple. Instead, it was treated with something vastly different than milk, \"And a bit of concentrated mega-protein so you won't get all hungry up there.\" The baby wiggled and garbles, lips motorboating together with joy, \"That's right, Cherry Flavored. Yum.\" \n\nOnce done, his eyes look at the baby, holding it before him, paws resting under either armpit, a good once over. \n\nGood enough. Just right. \n\nHe goes to the space craft and it opens, revealing a little pod tight and snug and fit and cozy for someone so little, but it was slightly larger, just a little bit larger, in anticipation of the growth that may or may not occur. \n\n\"I guess I should say something, shouldn't I?\" He clears his through, chest swells, and his face twists with thought and consideration, he was working up to saying something, something so profound that it would echo through the ages, as if his words themselves would will the alteration of the world entirely, his words would speak it into existence. \n\nUrza ignores the significant delayed effort Milo summons up and instead goes to see her little wee one, her arms lazily crossed as she looked down into the tykes little face, smiling. Smug. She winks. \n\n\"Ah, Hell with it. Good luck, Kiddo!\" He proclaims, the serious aura he was summoning disappearing like a collapsed sandcastle in the sand. \n\nAnd with that, the ship closed itself and without so much as a flourish or flash, it levitated upward and it was gone. They did not see that it propelled itself at an accelerated speed outside of the camouflaged grain silo. \n\nThere was silence. \n\n\"Well? We got three days. Whaddya wanna do?\" \n\nThe grin was wicked, chilling, and Milo felt not to okay with what might be cooking up in that mind of his sisters. \n\nA riding crop came to her hand, where did that come from? And a spiked leather collar with a leash, which equally he knew not where that came from. The name tag boldly proclaimed 'BITCH' on it. \n\nHe gulped. \n\n\"He could come back in two days?. Actually.\" \n\n\"Could be four.\" She winked. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side.
Thank you again for being amazing!
PLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet.
A final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me? Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires.
And if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing.
CHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please.

Urza, wolf dominatrix extraordinaire, looking the part, walking the part, crisply walked from her newly parked Jeep to the cellar doors of wooden, old-time farmhouse. She was in the middle of nowhere. They didn't make these type of places where the eye could see.Her stern leather outfit revealed as much as it covered, yet a leather black cup was peeled downward for a feasting infant.    In her arms, an infant, snug in a simple, boring, regular, white disposable diaper. The mouth suctioned onto an exposed nipple, feeding off it with hunger.

Casually and without preamble, she brushes some hay away from the side of the cellar, exposing a chrome sophisticated keypad. Security code entered, a hiss is made as dead air and clean air mix together. The door is not wooden, or weak, or frail. It looks it. But it is not. The edges of the opening door are clearly metallic.

Urza walks down the long stairway, high heels sounding her descent. What seems like three stories later, she arrives in an underground laboratory. Milo is there, complete with labcoat and a slick backed mane. He looked uncharacteristically characteristic given the situation. Not meant to be here in this technological marvel, but equally he fit like a glove - his lab coat adding a certain amount of authority to him.

Milo was rushing this way and that, he produced a vague frantic atmosphere in and of himself, his coat flagging behind him. He casually went from rushing, to pacing nervously.

The baby clutched to Urza's bosom was unaware and greedily, hungrily, draining from her teet. Urza was casual and nonchalant about it, barely giving it attention. The baby was hoisted by her curved arm, supporting the baby.

Urza patiently waited, watching Milo rush to and fro, left, right, all around. The high tech walls were a buzz, strobed with lights of various colors, but what Milo was attentive about was something that was located smack dab right in front and center. After some time, Urza realized that this thing wasn't just any ordinary constructed metallic wonderment, it was a? ship?

Milo stops his movements for a moment, he seemed distracted, distant, and lost for a moment. Pooling his thoughts, his eyes shimmered with recognition, "Ah, you're here! Excellent!"
 
Urza, calm and collected, responds "I told you I'd come. So, want to tell me what this is all about, and why you insist I bring 'The Furless Wonder' here?"

A bright smile etched Milo's face, as if the adventure was just being brought back to his thoughts.

"I've recently discovered some sort of traveling anomaly in space. All I know for sure is that it appears to be a strong source of ultra-rare Zeta radiation. In approximately 36 hours, it will reach its closest point to our planet. I plan to send up a probe to come in contact with it and gather much needed data? But, that isn't all. Anybody can send up a probe. I want to explore its effects on a specimen?" His eyes looking at the Furless Wonder, smirking, "A young one. One that hasn't truly developed yet." He pointed a finger at the baby, "That one."

"I see." Urzas expression is only mildly surprised, as if Milo asked for nothing more than to borrow a pair of socks. More surprised than shocked. She looked at the nursing baby, back to Milo, and shrugged, "And what effects are you expecting?" Her voice was cool, calm, collective, refined almost, as if she was ordering a beverage with a meal.

"Well, if my theory is correct, three things; One, it will advance his age, both physically and mentally. Not by much, a year and change at most. Two, he'll be virtually invulnerable. And three, he'll have a....."

Milo looked around the laboratory suspiciously before he leans in close to whisper something salacious into Urza's ear, which causes the proud dominant mothers eyes to open wide in anticipation "Woof!"she exclaims. The third effect was truly the lions share of the excitement, "And if you're theory's incorrect?"

"Then, he'll... Likely meet a horrific, agonizing demise in the cold, empty blackness of space." He shrugged this statement off with a shoulders tossed up and a pitifully apologetic smile that screamed 'them the breaks'.

Urza ponders the sweet, sucking infant in her arms. She even favored it a like gentle rock, diaper resting on her arm peacefully. Poor thing was blissfully unaware of the fate being discussed in his very presence,"Hmm... What are the odds?"

"In his favor? Ohh, abooout... 66.6% Give or take. Irt is more art than science, truly." Milo said. He had done the calculations but at some point what ifs mounted on mountains of assumptions.

Urza ponders a brief moment longer and even before she spoke, a smile broke across her face, wide and bright and sweet, "Ah, what the Hell? We're in!"

"Excellent!" exclaims Milo, furry paws clapping together. He rubbed them. He was truly pleased as a peach, "There's a bathing station over there in the corner of the lab. 'The Furless Wonder' needs cleaned up and dressed in the prototype diaper you'll find there." Milo pointed to all these things, not once taking his eyes off of them.

Urza commands the sorroundings as she walked through the lab to the bathing station. She prompts him up against a little shower seat and starts to take off his diaper. She discards it in a little steel receptical that advises 'Only Diapers'. Her eyes, half slit and dangerous, scans over the little creature as warm water comes onto his body. Her movements are soft, tender, maternal, and caring. She never once divides her time on anything else except absolutely this. She leans forward and catches his eyes with her own, "You are going to be Mommy's little astronaut, aren't you. Gunna go zip through space and explore this little anomaly. Mommy's little explorer. How brave of you." She cooed and coddled, her voice low and tender.

She places a finger against the jaw, just rubbing and tracing, never once looking away, "You are going to be Mommy's little superhero." She leaned in and gave an Eskimo kiss against that wet little beaming crimson nose and pulled back. Her found wilted downward so that she was positioned in just the right way to look directly at the baby's face, deep into his eyes.

And the little guy looked right on back, he might be young, but when someone stares at your with such fervent intent, your attention is held, "And you had better, BETTER, come back. Alive. And in one piece." She neared closer, their noses pressing against each other. Urza's nose clearly the dominant of the two, "Because if you don't? Mommy is going to be very, VERY, angry with you!" And while her expression stayed like a rock, unmoving and serious, she prefaced and punctuated her statement with a gentle kiss right on his adorable button nose.

Baby watched, instructions given, Urza stands back up and acquires a new diaper, it is a prototype Gamma-Dyper, something specifically designed for this journey in mind. Urza didn't need to go out of her way to see the S insignia emboldened on the backside of the diaper.

She just looked at it. Blinked. Worked her mouth a moment. She was almost unamused about it all. Her narrowed eyes roll toward Milo, "How original."

"I felt it apropos?" He said in way of an apology, but there was a flair of whimsy in there, a sheepish demure smile planted on his face, "Besides, I am a sucker for the classics."

Urza returned to her duty, planting the smooth sleek diaper on a changing table and putting her little bundle of joy on it, planting his newly washed bum against it. She begins the very common well honed practiced of putting the diaper on. The moment that the diaper was even somewhat on, it started to operate on its own accord and whimsy. The diaper was usually large to begin with but the moment that it started to get shaped in the familiar fashion of a diaper around an object, it started to shrink, mold, contort, and latch itself against the little guy. It didn't seem to have any beginning or end, no way to take it off, or even put it on.

"Nanites." Milo said absently. Urza didn't say or really do anything to indicate her surprise, but Milo seemed to have expected such a reaction.

Urza slipped her finger along the diaper, trying to find, well, anything. All seemed one complete uniform material.

Urza snatches the baby and brings him over to the rather eccentric Milo who seems to calm himself as the delicate baby is gifted to him. Urza does this with a little hitch in her movements, but it is not noticeable and it is only she who truly realizes the depth of her attachment this little guy.

Milo takes an eyedropper, it is filled with thick crimson syrup. With steady hands, he positioned it right into the mouth of the baby. The lips snatch it and suckles it much like it would a nipple. Instead, it was treated with something vastly different than milk, "And a bit of concentrated mega-protein so you won't get all hungry up there." The baby wiggled and garbles, lips motorboating together with joy, "That's right, Cherry Flavored. Yum."

Once done, his eyes look at the baby, holding it before him, paws resting under either armpit, a good once over.

Good enough. Just right.

He goes to the space craft and it opens, revealing a little pod tight and snug and fit and cozy for someone so little, but it was slightly larger, just a little bit larger, in anticipation of the growth that may or may not occur.

"I guess I should say something, shouldn't I?" He clears his through, chest swells, and his face twists with thought and consideration, he was working up to saying something, something so profound that it would echo through the ages, as if his words themselves would will the alteration of the world entirely, his words would speak it into existence.

Urza ignores the significant delayed effort Milo summons up and instead goes to see her little wee one, her arms lazily crossed as she looked down into the tykes little face, smiling. Smug. She winks.

"Ah, Hell with it. Good luck, Kiddo!" He proclaims, the serious aura he was summoning disappearing like a collapsed sandcastle in the sand.

And with that, the ship closed itself and without so much as a flourish or flash, it levitated upward and it was gone. They did not see that it propelled itself at an accelerated speed outside of the camouflaged grain silo.

There was silence.

"Well? We got three days. Whaddya wanna do?"

The grin was wicked, chilling, and Milo felt not to okay with what might be cooking up in that mind of his sisters.

A riding crop came to her hand, where did that come from? And a spiked leather collar with a leash, which equally he knew not where that came from. The name tag boldly proclaimed 'BITCH' on it.

He gulped.

"He could come back in two days?. Actually."

"Could be four." She winked.

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