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Diapers DON'T mean Shit

Chemical rain steamed the sky as water burned off in the descent, leaving only the needlepoint of acid behind. The droplets pelted the magical barrier protecting the hull of the mag-lev, causing it to shimmer with a fluorescent green haze that very few people could compare to clean-cut grass. The sky quaked with magical eruptions, ripples sweeping over the dooming black storm clouds in a variety of colors. Idiots would think it was a light show, but this is what happens when you fuck around with too much magic all at once.

Valon, it was supposed to be a gleaming city of the future, a picturesque example of a modern city, with silver towers soaked in the light of a new dawn. It was supposed to live and be eternal thanks to a new power source the navy had been testing for a prototype flagship. However, it should be plainly obvious that Valon barely survived the fallout of the blast, as gleaming silver towers were toppled and shattered, leaving nothing but husks of a splendid city behind. Cut in half by the Rupture, a dome of chaos fell over the city, and darkness smothered it, killing it, and the rotting corpse left behind, was filled with maggots and flies.

Now shadows lived in daylight, and good people were cut down in the city of endless crime, where it was best to assume anyone living inside the city limits, was hiding from the law or was the law in their own demented minds. A place where anything could be bought for a price or traded. Where trash was discarded and left for the city full of roaches to salvage, sell, or consume, and Valon was my home too.

I was hiding from the law. I kept my nose clean for the most part, but Valon was the only place I could turn to when I was forced to abandon my home and live on the streets. I have done things I am not proud of, but it pays to do garbage to people or for people; I just made sure to only royal fuck someone sideways when they deserved it, though.

“All beings disembarking at Valon North East Gate, please stand, and May the Gods always be with you." The ambiguous mechanical com system chimed, changing all the adds along the dividing glass walls to a route map, highlight the route, and even mark the nearest stop with a red circle; the next in green.

I pulled my chemical mask over my face after hearing the call for my stop, and pulled the hood of my nanomaterial cloak over my head. As I got up to leave, raising my arms against the plastic-like material, my cloak morphed and changed to make way for sleeves, shifting from black drapery in something more akin to a trench coat. The new garment clicked shut with a magnetic seal as I stuffed my hands into my pockets, as my plate armor boots thudded against the metal sheeting of the train.

Valon's unpleasant nightscape, even with my chemical mask siphoning off most of the dangerous scents, still smelled of rot. My mask's eyes adjusted to the lack of light, as lens shifted and highlighted everything in a green light, echoing magical ripples that outlined everything like visual echolocation also color coded mortals in red, and spirits in blue. Things I was quick to pick up on as I watched glowing orbs dance to in fro before being chased off by a psychopath with a jar.

Food wrappers dissolved in the rain, while alloy cans clung to the edges of every corner and wall, as old clods of dirt formed a basic cement to preserve the filth and lock it all in place. Stepping down rusted stairs, soaked in some manner of sludge and grim, to the main road. I made sure to keep my head low and not stare at the two canine idiots mounting each other. One sitting on the handrail with his pants around his ankle, the other holding him up bitting in the thick musky fur, drawing blood even. Their fur visibly burning away along with their skin. They cried out in ecstasy because of the pain that coated them, and the bleeding knot pummeling they were giving one another, as they transitioned to the floor to roll around in the rot. Others nearby were more than happy to watch the exhibitionism and even film them; I loved an excellent knot pounding but nothing like that.

I came across a river of sludge that would be a road if it was dry, and there was enough sun to dry it up, hover crafts roaring down the road threw up toxic waste in waves. I was forced to knock a distinctly awful wave to the side with a sway of my hand, a blue electromagnetic barrier snapping in the air caught the refuse and pushed it to the side. However, it was not something I kept up for long because magic like mine was a rarity, and my skills made me a target for quite a few people, good and bad. I decided to avoid both because they were nefarious in their own ways; the rotten bastards were just open about their scumbag tendencies though, which made them just the little more likable. I just personally was not a fan of raping and murdering every idiot I come across or falling into that abyss of idiocy.

“I'm looking for a good time short stuff; wanna have some fun?" A four-armed ant asked hiding in the shadows of a nearby bridge, a Nacu worker judging by the stiff chitin figure. He impeded my process with his twin sets of arms and the smooth dancing sway of his seductive hips. Cocking his head to the side, he tried to expose all of his masculine nature and subtle, pleasant curves.

But I pulled a long-barreled Lance Hand Cannon, LHC to keep it short, from my coat and put it on his slit, and clicked back the safety. “Put it back," I ordered as I felt the arms trying to distract me with his daring touch. The Nacu clicked his pincers in panic as he slid my wallet back into my coat before I pushed him away by the slit and against the wall.

“How much?" I asked, keeping the gun on him to keep him flat against the wall.

“For you, I can go half-priced for an hour." The Nacu offered in quickly, and for a moment, I was honestly tempted to accept the paid company. The Nacu was good looking, and he looked a little desperate and new, which means he probably didn't know how to price gouge customers yet. But I refrained from the comfort because I knew if I brought him home, I'd just get the same old crap that I got from my parents when they kicked me out, and right now, that wasn't something I could deal with. I really needed someone to just say otherwise, that what I loved doing, or wore was at least, “ok."

“I'm guessing that's a one-time deal, tonight only?" I asked, and the Nacu prostitute shook his head, “No… just give me a call, and I'll come on by, half-priced one time only, you know, sample before you buy." The Nacu tried to coyly sell, trying to click out his unease with sharp wits and a soft laugh; I had to give him props for trying, but I didn't have time to play around, not too night.

“What's your number?" I asked, and the Nacu offered his lower left arm, it was shaking; poor terrified thing. I rolled my thumb over the button on his wrist, and we exchanged basic contact information. No names, there was no point in risking important things like that. “Just so you know, I like being mounted, not mounting."

“Oh… ok, I'll make a note, sir." The Nacu clicked a bit of pleasant surprise in his eyes before I pulled my weapon from his loins and clicked the safety back on.

“Stay out of trouble, I don't want to call a corpse," I said before I holstered my pistol back against my side, pushing it through the open pocket of my coat.

“ok?" The Nacu faintly agreed before cowering against the wall, holding himself to stay warm as he waited for the next person to flash and offer himself too.

No one would suspect the staggering wealth I had collected over my years of isolation because I lived mostly alone on the top floor of one of the high tower husks along the border wall. I also made sure to never flaunt my wealth, like some arrogant asshats, it was an excellent way to get robbed, or at least have someone hack my accounts to drain them dry. It also helps that I rarely leave my apartment unless I need to get food and or pick up supplies. Still, I could live in eternal isolation because I lived and survived by the stock market, I didn't need someone to come up to me and hand me money or a paycheck. Jobs in Valon were owned and controlled by scumbags, general jobs were never worth the minimal wages, salvaging was far too spotty survive off of, and androids took care of most manual labor work, it was really the only way to live.

I didn't have much money when I came to the streets, but every penny I saved went towards online banks to sell and share stocks… like my Dad did, he taught me how to do it ever since I was a kid. I knew how to analyze the market, watch for dumps, and avoid scams. When he abandoned me, he stole my earnings for himself, and sold everything I had out in the market so I couldn't use it to survive… He wanted me to die because I was nothing but a shame to the family name; so, I'm glad that bastard finally was.

The old elevator of my building was monotonous, and the janky lights flickered in and out every other floor, it creaked at times with an unsettling sharp sound that crawled down my spine; because with sounds like that, it felt like death was about to cut the line. But after a good solid five minutes, I was finally free of the daily gamble. I owned the entire level three hundred and fortieth level of the building, though it was half destroyed, it was a bargain with a view of the city. Gray Alloy hallways would sometimes suddenly end with eroding rubble, while some walkways and doors just opened up into near-endless drops right off the side of the building or several stories down. For the past year, I've been working on the floor myself as a passing hobby, to relax and let the days pass, it helped me learn thousands of exhausting things, from electrical wiring, welding, and even programming. I had cleaned up rooms turning one into a workshop, another into a server room where I could manage stocks with a reasonable time delay, and also remodeled my apartment to make it more efficient.

Raising my left hand to the holographic lock on my apartment door, the orange and red barring projection scanned my hand and flashed green, unclicking the magnetic seal, it opened with a hissing whir as the airlock was broken. I stepped onto the ancient brown carpet with hexagon patterns and pulled off my mask as my room started to fill with silver light that followed my movements as I walked past the recently cleaned silver line kitchen.

Dropping the mask onto the black screen dining table, I threw my chemical cloak onto the back of a nearby chair. Exposing the scraped silver reflection chest piece, branded with several beam scars coating it in black flares and my modular black nano suit with scraped armor that seemed too good to pass up. People commonly confused me with a mercenary because of what I wore, but it was better to be protected than have nothing at all. I knew that better than anyone in more ways than one.

“You're late." A stern voice scolded from a doorway, causing me to turn towards a familiar face, and breath in relief, because seeing her meant I was home.

“Hey mom," I answered, looking down at the Oculon who approached me, her short robotic frame coming up only to my hip. The long-eared synthetic rabbit was designed to look like a Mincridarn female and act like a cub sitter, which is where she got her name, Maternal overseeing Manifestation, or Mom for short. I found her in the junk heaps and pieced her back together and upgraded her whenever I could to the point where she was legally considered a synthetic citizen.

I was never sure if androids had emotions, but when she came up to me, took my hands in padded warm digits and asked me, “Leo… are you ok?" The sincerity of her voice swept away my doubts as I shook my head and finally shattered as I collapsed to my knees and leaned into her frame.

“I knew I should have gone with you, Leo. What happened?" Mom asked as she pushed me away, so I was forced to look at her concerned muzzle and tired emerald eyes.

“Mom, can you please just hold me for a bit?" I begged just needing some once of comfort right now to keep myself sane.

“Yeah, sure, Leo, just come and sit on the couch." Mom agreed as she took my hand and lead me away to the sectional 'L' shaped couch right next to the kitchen. The massive storm pounded on the ring window that looked over the city and all of its glowing advertisements.

Mom pulled me down on too the couch and pressed my head into her lap, before stroking the tears from my eyes. I buried my head into her stomach as she swatted my ass, “Boots off the couch, Leo."

“Sorry Mom," I answered in kind, the pain soon fading away because of the extra padding covering my ass; and rolled my feet off the couch.

Mom's hand came back to my head and stroked my hair, her touch putting me to ease instantly as I smothered myself in her warm fur and metallic scent. The late hours were killing me, and it was so easy to nod off to sleep as she held me, but the moment I seemed calm, Mom finally started her interrogation.

“Leo, what happened? What did your parents want?" Mom asked, and I rolled over on her lap, hanging my feet off the side of the couch, as I breathed tension from the body, which still hurt.

“My Dad's in the hospital; apparently he had two really hard falls recently. He fell down the stairs and now needs cybernetics to walk away." I began, causing mom to nod, “And what's the second one?"

“Dad gambled on stocks that tanked, and he lost almost everything; my parents didn't call me to apologize for what they did. They wanted my money, that's all they fucking wanted…" Mom thumped me for my dirty tongue and scolded me with her eyes, but her aggression shattered me, and finally caved under her touch, hiding my tears of lost hope, “I thought…" I huffed, “I thought they were serious mom, that they wanted to make things right, let me come back home, and accept me for what I am… But it was all a fucking lie." Mom held back her knuckle as I cried in her lap, my entire body bouncing with seemingly every sharp exhale.

“They were even trying, but it was all a fucking act, they wanted me to come back home. I ate dinner with them, and it felt so nice mom. I talked to Dad about stocks like we used to… but I was so fucking stupid…" I wailed as I cupped my eyes with my palms, “ They were just digging for information, they asked about my life here, how I was doing, and I was such a fucking idiot." I tried to continue, but it was so hard to talk and cry at the same time, and I was partially distracted by my memories. I kicked myself for not seeing the stupid red flags and ignoring subtle digging questions they interrogated me with. I was too caught up in the moment to realize they were just trying to set a trap for me.

“I told them about you, and they asked if I was still wearing diapers. They were so fucking disappointed, you should have seen their faces…it was if I had shot them. They were always ok with me being gay, but a gay diaper lover that sleeps and mates with droid… They wanted grandkids, they didn't want to have a twenty-year-old child."

“You are not a child Leo, you're not an AB." Mom corrected with her comforting whisper, as she pulled one of my hands away and held it close, as she stroked my face. I rolled myself back into her chest and cleaned my eyes off in her stomach.

“They couldn't understand that mom, they tried to play along and accept me as a DL, they even offered me a room…But they think just because I like wearing diapers that they have to treat me like a damn child…They turned my room into a nursery, stocked it with toys, and everything an AB would want. Mom even tried to change my diaper, and switch it out with some thick AB Oil Slicks…" I breathed, exhaling and inhaling in short bursts as I rolled back on to my back, “You know the ones with the cute droids that glow when you wet them."

“Yes Leo, I remember, you tried them out before. I distinctly remember you liked that brand, and the lights do make it easy to know when you need a change." Mom cooed with a voice that made me laugh in pain because of my sore lungs. “That's why mom tried putting me in them, she had bought all kinds of sample packs for me because she wasn't sure what I liked… Then she tried to sedate me… she tried to inject me with a muscle relaxant, because if I wanted to act like a baby…then I might as well be one physically."

Mom looked down at me in shock and pulled me up into her chest, with her mechanical strength, she was capable of bending steel, so I was a feather to her in comparison. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head over her shoulder as she nuzzled me with her cheek. “Gods above and below Leo, I'm so sorry. I knew I should have gone with you."

“You would have only made it worse, mom."

“I could have been there to protect you, and that's what matters. I don't care if they tried to stab you in the back, it's the fact that you were alone and nearly got crippled because of it." Mom corrected, her voice filled with panic, as she tried to comfort me, “But what else happened Leo, that can't be the end of it?"

“The reason I am late is that mom was able to inject me with the sedative… I was able to get away with that plasma cutter in my wrist. I was able to myself free before mom was able to inject the muscle relaxant." I whimpered into her shoulder, not wanting to let go of mom; I just wanted her to hold me, “They wanted to make me physically and mentally incompetent, so I couldn't take care of myself. Because they are my parents, if that were ever the case, they would have control over all of my financials… Mom was acting like a stupid villain and told me her whole plan before she tried to inject me." I answered with heaving breaths still trying to piece together how much my birth parents changed.

“Leo, big guy, please do not make me ask," Mom whispered, into my neck, her voice scared with a subtle pain as she pulled me away and held me out by my armpits. Worry covered her face and fear filled her gemstone eyes, her anxiety echoed in her shaking touch.

“I wanted to Mom, I really wanted to kill them. They deserve it, they tried to chemically kill me. They kicked me out on the street and left me to die… But I knew if I did, you would hate me for it, and you're the only real family I have Mom. I don't want to lose you too." I answered guessing her question correctly, as she softly smiled, and kissed my lips.

“I wouldn't hate you, I would just be very disappointed because I always thought you were better than that." Mom breathed with a sigh of relief, but Leo just rolled back his head in annoyance, “Mom, that's so much worse, and you know it."

“I know Leo, but it's the truth." Mom chuckled as she held my hips in her hands, “But Leo, if you didn't kill them, then what did you do to them?"

“I just left mom; they'll probably use the cops to get what they want out of me. Which means I just have be the goodest of boys for a while." I laughed as I settled into her lap, brushing away my tears, feeling somewhat free of the pain after vomiting his emotions out on to his caretaker. My knees were spread by Mom's legs, and the wide stance forced me to straddle her small legs. I leaned onto her rigid shoulder and kissed the seam of her ear right ear since I knew she really liked that, and I wanted to thank her for everything.

“Now that is laughable Leo, you a good boy? There is a reason I have that riding crop, and it's not because you like to be on your best behavior, big guy." Mom countered with a roll of her eyes, before smirking up at me and pulling down the black waistline of my nano suit to expose my crudely retapped diaper. Mom clicked her tongue in disapproval, as she shifted her hands to my ass and dropped my pants even further to expose my yellow soaked padding, “Looks like someone played with there padding again." Mom scolded, looking up with a flirtatious smile.

I don't know how it happened or why it happened, but ever since Mom's last citizen upgrade, she has seemingly developed this horniness for my soiled padding. Something about seeing me wet and use my diapers completely, watching them drip down between my legs, it just left her dripping. Though it was something I didn't mind, in fact, it was I loved about Mom, I just didn't have the energy or heart to appease her tonight. Not after what happened back at my parent's.

Mom's hands came up between my legs and rubbed the still lightly used garment against my cock, the clammy wetness causing me to softly moan, something that made her smile. But I grabbed her wrists and pulled them away and back up to my waists. “Mom… can I just have a beer and a change? I can't do this tonight; ok?" I asked, seeming to snap Mom back into focus as she nodded, and pulled me closer into her chest.

“Of course, I'm just glad you're safe. I'll bring out the changing pad, but I want your pants on the floor by the time I get back." Mom ordered before pulling me away from her chest.

“Yes Ma'am." I simply agreed as mom helped me roll off her lap and pull up my pants before I started to take off my boots, set them by the table while watching the sway of my mom's naked tail disappear into the darkness of our shared bedroom that smell of my soiled diapers. The garbage heap air filters could only do so much.

I unclicked the pistol from the waist and started to pull off my plated protection, exposing my lightly scared chest, fold it up and put it to the side. The freeded diaper swayed around my hips with a welcoming crinkle, as I grabbed a figid beer and pop the tab. The diaper around my waist was bound to fall at any second because of the uneven hack job, caused by sedated fingers, but I knew mom would hate me if I fixed it up. She despised me touching my padding without permission or changing out of it without her, so I just sat down on the couch and took the first sip of the bitter blue, glowing beer as Mom came back into view.

Her hands were full with a wash basket full of pampering supplies, a padded plastic blanket, and one of the thickest brands of diapers I owned. AB Dams, a diaper built for several days of sustained use, with a simple white design, the thick inch padding was covered in a ray of lines, a rainbow that would slowly glow to show fullness. Red was the highest mark, and mom would only change me when that turned black, to show that leaking was imminent.

I wasn't a fan of AB Dams because they were built to make you waddle or even crawl. After all, even at half capacity, it would expand the gap between my legs by at least six inches, twelve plus at the maximum. However, Mom loved them, because I think she had a little bit of fun seeing me waddle or act babyish. She understood that I was a DL, but every now and then, she imposed little AB things on me, like locking pacifier, mittens, and footies, or just outright have me wear a onesie.

Though one thing I knew for sure about AB dams, was that if mom was bringing those out, she had no intention of letting me leave her sight. I was going to be stuck under intense supervision until the diaper leaked. That also means that I wouldn't be cumming for a few days either, Mom only played with me during changing times, and she was sure to leave me on edge these next few days.

“We're going to need more of those, aren't we?" I asked mom while she laid out the mat beside me… “I already put in a small delivery for a pack of twenty-four, they'll be here tomorrow." Mom answered, causing me to sigh as I put down my beer as mom tapped the mat with mild enthusiasm.

I leaned back as silently instructed and adjusted myself, tucking my arms behind my head and spread my legs as usual. “Mom… Do we need to talk about spending limits again?"

“I promise to use them sparingly, I won't lock you in them. I just want to keep you close, ok…? I don't want to lose you, you're the only family I have Leo. So would you let me have my way for a few days…? I just need to feel like your safe." Mom explained with shaking uneasiness that made her hands flex with built-up tension as she stroked my inner right thigh.

“Mom, can I get a kiss?" I asked, reaching out to the small rabbit knowing the story I told her probably traumatized her Ai processer. Her smile warmed me up more than anything else about her, and I kissed her lips, and opening mine as I let her tongue fall into me. I tasted her Synthetic fluids; they were damp and gooey like thick saliva. It was an upgrade for sex-droids, so it was more for pleasure rather than anything, but it was the only one we could really find out here for cheap. However, she grew to like it, because it meant a little spit and elbow grease was really all it took to get my ready for the night.

Her diaper stuffed hand acted as a pillow as she pulled me into her muzzle, while one hand dropped down to my cock and started to stroke the flaccid prick. Her hand vibrating over my head made my entire body shudder and shiver, as I bucked into her wrist. Moaning into her muzzle, she massaged my loins, and I let her have her fun as she left me high and tight between my legs.

“Mom… Please… That feels great." I whispered into her muzzle between moaning kisses.

“I know, I know what you like big guy," She whispered back as our kiss crinkled the fresh padding.

“Mom…" I grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from my dick just as I felt my loins about to burst, the rising fluid making the muscles in my dick tighten, but halt at the lack of complete stimulation.

Mom looked at me a bit worried like I had hurt her as I pulled away from her embrace, “Do you want me to try and be a little?" The shock that crossed mom's face was like a gift to me and her, as she smiled, “Are you ok with that? I know you hate being babied."

“Mom, if I ever did anything like that with anyone, I want it to be with you, and I know you're little games. All the little AB clothes and toys you keep stashed about the place, it's a little obvious that you've been trying to lean me towards becoming your little." I answered, making mom's ears fall behind her head in embarrassment as she turned away with a blush warming her muzzle.

“It's not entirely what you think Leo, when we first started getting into DL stuff, I was scouring the Nexus for details and information. Ways to play with you, and a lot of ABDL stuff online, is just AB's wanting to get their little dicks wet, it has skewed my view. But the stories I process, they sound fun, I just never said anything because I knew you hated it. So I tried adding little things here and there to make you maybe one day comfortable with the idea of being my little boy. I'm sorry for trying to corrupt you." Mom apologized with a sad sigh as she looked at me, confessing her heart to me as if she expected me to scream at her in anger.

“Its ok, Mom, I understand, it makes a lot of sense now actually. But can I just be clear, I'm not babbling, that is my one hard-line mom." I declared, making mom raise a brow as he looked at me, the computer in her mind processing my agreement until a devious smirk spread over the side of her muzzle, “Is that all?"

“Well… Mom, I mean, I might think of other things… Let's just try some things out for now, ok… I kinda want to be close to you right now. I just want someone to hold me." I explained uneasily, granting the permission Mom so desperately craved.

“Leo, little guy, you don't have to play as an AB to get snuggles. Just ask honey." Mom cooed as she nuzzled my cheek with her own, her whiskers tickling the side of my face. Her overbearing childish pleasantry made me already partially regret my new agreement, but I couldn't and didn't have the heart to say otherwise because it made me smile, in a loving cringy way.

“Well… Also, mom, I've read ABDL stories too, and one common thing about each one is that littles don't get to cum." I added with a twinge of regret as I let go of her wrist while my cock still bounced with a demanding need to release.

“Ohh, my little boy has been naughty then; reading adult stories like that, tsk, tsk. Well, I guess I can agree with your punishment, but mommy is very disappointed. Did you make a mess while reading them?" Mom scolded with a shake of her head as she tapped the head of my dick with her finger, keeping it rigid with her gentle pats.

“Yes mom-“

“Mommy-little Leo." Mom corrected much to my annoyance as I took a deep breath, so I could deal with the oncoming cringe.

“Yes mommy, I made messies when I did naughty things with my peepe. I couldn't help myself, it felt so good… Is that bad?" I returned as mom wanted and maybe more than she expected as the smile on her lips opened up her muzzle, and she squealed into my neck as she hugged me. “That was so cute Leo." Her tail twitching in delight as he feet kicked up off the floor in amusement.

I had never seen mom this happy before, and I never even knew she could squeal like a giddy teenage girl, but she did, and it was too cute to ignore. I loved seeing her like that, and even though it was cringy, if she liked it, I guess it was worth playing around with for right now, “Thank you, mommy, you're cute too."

But mom quickly pulled away and gathered herself as much as she could before laying a hand on my stomach and patting it, “I know playing with your peepe feels good, but you are too young to be doing something like that; so it is a very naughty thing to do. IF you ever want to play with yourself, mommy has to watch, so you don't hurt yourself. Got it a little lion?" Mom cooed with her assuring touch as she hid her approval and giddy laugh behind the thick diaper in her hand.

“All the time mommy?" I asked partly out of fear of maybe a new trend-setting rule, though with Mom's smile, and her soft nod of approval, I'm sure she'd make it stick, one way or anther, “All the time my little lion."

“Yes, mommy, I promise not to touch myself without permission." I knew I'd probably reget saying anything, but I already gave mom my ass, giving her my dick wasn't too hard to do.

“Good, now let's get that diaper off your jiggly butt." Mom approved, leaving her wet stamp on my cheek, before hopping up on the couch and crawling up between my legs. Tucking the diaper under her buck took, she used her free hands to expose my loins, with short thick rips that cut through the silence of my home… our home really.

The cold air hit my damp loins, but mom was trained, and because I gave her permission to not play with my loins. She gave me a knowing look as she made quick work of my changing, by cleaning me with smooth and gentle wet wipes, protective cream, oil, and a thick layer of powder. A programed expert at taping up diapers, and in under two minutes, my loins were now locked up behind some of the most scientifically advanced diapers on the market. Mom made sure to give each of the straps a long and enduring warm rub to seal the six tabs in place. The chemical agents gluing the patches down tight against my hip, so even when the padding weighed twelve to fifteen pounds when I was done with it, it was as good as stuck unless a special chemical spray was used to pull off the tabs.

“Can I still have my beer mommy?" I asked as she pulled me up off the mat and onto my padded ass. Mom looked at the beer, and then at me, there was a long, thoughtful pause as she picked up and handed it over. “Just the one Leo, ok? You went through a lot tonight, you earned it."

“Thank you mommy."

“You're welcome little lion." Mom cooed as she kissed my cheek before cleaning up the couch. “Pick a clean movie kiddy, or I will pick one for you," Mom added as she dropped to the floor with a soft metallic thud.

“How clean?" I asked, catching mom's ire in her glance at me.

“Kingdom Princess clean, got it?" Mom laid out plain and simple, her maternal presence told me not to challenge her, and so I just nodded.

“Can we stay up and have a movie night?" I asked as Mom walked back to our room.

“Yes little Leo, I'll bring out the bedding so we can sleep out there." Mom agreed, much to my surprise, because she really tried to impose bedtimes to keep me on track and on a decent time cycle. But I had permission that I wasn't going to pass up, so I tapped the smart coffee table in front of me, and after dimming the lights in the living room, I started to skim through the movies mom had already limited with her programming.

I got a movie ready and paused, gathered snacks in bowels while mom, rearranged the couch into a small queen, laid out the plastic bedding, weighted blankets, and pillows. With snacks and drinks ready, mom tucked into the corner of the makeshift bed, my head in her lap, she snapped her fingers in the air and started our movie night and the “Twilight Princess," movie about a very young Mincridarn battle princess rising up to protect the throne of her kingdom.