<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:19:45.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Goose's Blog &amp; Story Archive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757.post-5849209105415668673</id><published>2011-07-16T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:55:14.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen Year - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;A/N: I have quite a few ideas for this, so hopefully it turns out alright. This is the first chapter of hopefully many. A lot of this is going to be based loosely off my personal experiences in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Let me know what you think. Love comments, critiques, reviews, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Hopefully more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Also, the title sucks, I know it, I haven't really put much thought into it. Maybe once it gets closer to completition I'll put some effort into something creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Hugs and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;-Goose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna waved goodbye to her parents as she wiped tears from her eyes. She was glad to finally be headed off to college, but saying goodbye to her parents was definitely sad. At least she had her boyfriend in the seat next to her. Chris started the car as Anna hopped in, climbing over the convertible's door instead of opening it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Ready to go?" Chris asked carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna nodded as she wiped away the remaining tears. "Yeah, let's go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris put the car in drive and left her house. Anna blew a kiss to her parents as the couple left for college. It'd be a few hour drive, but at least they were already moved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris and Anna had started dating that summer. They met at a get-together for local students going to their college and immediately hit it off. They had many similar interests, including one particular fetish- they both enjoyed diapers. Chris was more into the caretaker aspect of them, but that suited Anna just well, who loved letting her boyfriend take care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;As Chris merged into the interstate, Anna thought ahead of the apartment already set up and ready to go for them. They had gotten extremely lucky- the college was much fuller than expected, and Chris and Anna were put into overflow housing- basically, they were able to get an apartment anywhere within 2 blocks of campus. Which suited them just fine. The weekend before their parents had helped them move down and set up their living- separate rooms for each, though Chris and Anna were planning on changing that around as soon as they got down there. But no need to worry the parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Now all they had to do was drive down. It was Saturday, and class started Monday morning, bright and early. Anna was excited to be starting a new life, especially one with her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Suddenly, though, Chris was pulling off the interstate, only a few miles out of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"What's wrong?" Anna asked. While Chris did have a nice convertible, it was an older car- maybe they were having problems already. She was confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Nothing's wrong, baby," Chris responded. "We're just gonna start college early, that's all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris pulled into the gas station. It was early on Saturday morning, so there were only two other cars in the parking lot. He parked away from them, and away from the pumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"What's going on?" She repeated her confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris smiled. "It's going to be a long car ride," he began. "I figured we ought to get ourselves each a soda and get comfortable, ya know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna shrugged nonchalantly. Why they couldn't have done that in the city, she didn't know, but she figured he had a reason. They walked into the gas station where they each got large sodas- his insistence that she get a large- purchased them, then headed back to the car. Before they got there though, Chris put his arm around Anna's waist and kissed her forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Jump in the backseat, real quick, k?" He asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;It was a small back seat, barely enough leg room usually, and now it was mostly filled with extra clothes. Chris put his soda in the holder and popped the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Cuz, baby, like I said, we're starting early. And I want to make sure my baby girl travels comfortably. That and you look sexy in diapers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Yup, lay down, I'm going to diaper you for the trip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Why? No! Not yet!" They had already had a list of plans for once they got down there involving diapers, but she hadn't planned on getting diapered yet. But even as she argued, her stomach got butterflies at the idea of being diapered for an entire car ride. She really hoped he would force her, but she had to try and argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris nodded as he pulled a thick, disposable diaper out of the trunk of the car. He tossed it nonchalantly in the back seat. "Yup. Yes yet. Be a good baby girl and do as I say, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;She liked it when he was bossy. She nodded her head quietly and put her soda in the front as well before climbing into the back seat and laying down. She was wearing tight, mini jeans and a pink cami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"That's a good girl," Chris cooed as he opened the side door. He glanced around to see if people were close, but there was nobody. "Let's get you changed. There's no one around, I promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;She nodded, trusting him. Though they had only been dating a few months, she had for some reason quickly began trusting him, especially when it came to their fetish. She felt Chris grab at the side of her jeans, working them down her thighs and she lifted her hips to help him out. Then he grabbed her panties and took them off as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna was 18, but she hardly looked it. She had been a soccer player since she was young, and had always been in great shape, running daily. She had a nicely toned body as an effect, but she never really developed breasts like the rest of her peers, and only had A or B-cup breasts. She had brown hair, but it had been bleached by the sun into an almost dark-blonde look. And she was shaved 'down there', adding to her youthful look. But she didn't mind- she enjoyed the childish security that came with being diapered, and being around Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris slid the thick diaper under her hips and began to fasten it. Chris was much like Anna in the fact that he had played sports throughout his life. However, he was the opposite when it came to his appearance. Chris was a football player, and had been working out almost as long as he could remember. He wasn't huge by any means, but he had definitely muscles and wasn't afraid to show it off. He was tall and well built. He loved seeing Anna in a diaper- he felt in control and powerful, and she was so damn hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris put on the last tapes then helped her sit up. "Fits?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna nodded, grabbing at her shorts. Chris realized that and quickly grabbed them away. "Nuh uh. I'm making the rules here and those aren't allowed. Either way, they won't fit your diapered butt now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"But people will see!" She whined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Yup!" Chris exclaimed to Anna's embarrassment. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink. "Now climb in the front seat like a good baby. We got a college to get to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris opened the door to his car and shoved her pants and underwear under the driver's seat as he restarted the vehicle. Anna followed his lead- but there was no easy way to get in the front. Either she had to climb out of the back and walk around, which meant she had to be outside the car, or she had to climb over, exposing her diaper to anyone nearby. She felt embarrassed as she choose to climb over the seat, exposing her diaper to anyone nearby. Luckily for her, there was no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Now that wasn't too hard was it? Don't pretend like you're not enjoy this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"I know..." She blushed. She was actually quite turned on by this, and she knew he had more tricks to come. She was excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Ready to go?" He asked her once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Yeah, let's go." She repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;He backed the car up and took off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Two hours later, they were still on the road. They each had sunglasses on and were enjoying the wind in their hair. Chris was still in the driver's seat, and Anna still next to him. She wore only the cami and her diaper- the shoes had long since came off. She had leaned her chair back just a bit and was resting her feet on the dashboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Aren't you tired of this game yet?" Anna rolled her eyes and blushed once again as Chris pulled up right next to a semi truck. He waved and the trucker looked over to see Anna sitting there in the sun in her diaper. The trucker laughed and waved back, then grabbed his CB radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Never." Was Chris' response. "I'm pretty sure the truckers are actually looking for you now." He accelerated again, passing the truck. "I like watching you blush. It's cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;She blushed again from his comment, then closed her eyes, enjoying the sunlight and the light music in the background. She felt so lucky that she had met a guy that was not only alright with her having a diaper fetish, but actually had it himself and was willing to participate with her. She remembered the first time she had told him, she was so scared. But she felt like if she was going to date someone, she wanted to be straightforward with her preferences. She was at his house, and they were down in the basement, 'watching a movie'- ya know, making out- when she brought it up. She remembered freaking out at Chris' reaction- he immediately stopped touching her and stood up on the couch. She had no idea if she was more confused at what he was doing or scared of what it could be, but then she watched as he removed on the ceiling tiles and pulled a large package of diapers out of his ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;As she reminisced of their early days, she felt the soda she had been sipping on the entire car ride begin to press against her bladder. "I gotta pee!" She squealed, much like a young girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Well, then pee.." Chris made no motion to get off the road. She knew what he meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"You're embarrassing me again." The pink hue had returned once more to her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris shrugged. "You like it just as much as I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;She didn't respond, but relaxed in her seat. It wasn't long before she felt the warmth stream out from between her legs, soaking the diaper. It felt good. She was already feeling horny from an entire day of teasing truckers, and the warmth between her legs was doing her no good. She couldn't wait to get to town to jump Chris' bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Feel better?" He asked her once he noticed the change in color of the diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;She blushed. This was becoming quite a bad habit. "Yeah, actually. How much longer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris checked the mileage and the clock. "About an hour. Getting hungry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Yeah," she responded. "And thirsty and my diaper's wet!" She felt like a baby complaining about all her needs- especially about her diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Well baby girl, you think you can hold out for another hour? We'll grab lunch before we hit the apartment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Works for me," Anna said. "I can't wait to get there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"I know," Chris continued. "I hope our neighbors are nice. Or at least not noisy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Or too loud! Especially if they're bangin'!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris laughed. "That'd be hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna punched him in the arm and laughed as well. The two continued their goofy conversation for another hour, laughing the entire way. Anna continued to soak her diaper, her almost even forgetting to hold before she had to go. Soon, though, they were on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Can we please get food? And can I have my pants back? I don't want anyone to see me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chris agreed with this one. "I'll give you your pants back. But no zipping or buttoning them, k? I want to see your diaper poking out." He reached under his seat and handed them back to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Whatever, loser. Food?" She slid her pants up her legs, but did as she was told and didn't fasten the front. It definitely hit the diaper better, but there was no way to hide it all the way. Even if he hadn't suggested it, she probably couldn't have just because of the thickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. We'll go through a drive through and eat at the apartment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #979797; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Anna grinned excitedly. She couldn't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704589555232561757-5849209105415668673?l=diapergoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/5849209105415668673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/07/freshmen-year-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/5849209105415668673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/5849209105415668673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/07/freshmen-year-chapter-1.html' title='Freshmen Year - Chapter 1'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757.post-195544395951574026</id><published>2011-05-23T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:13:14.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't forgotten...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while, don't worry, but I haven't forgotten about this site yet. Just been busy. Got a few jobs over the summer that I'm working at almost every day of the week. Really just haven't had much time for anything diaper related recently. I did wear last night- I had 2 Abena Supers left from a few months ago. Down to one now. Gotta figure out if it's worth the risk of getting more or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not much going on for now.&lt;br /&gt;-Goose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704589555232561757-195544395951574026?l=diapergoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/195544395951574026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/195544395951574026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/195544395951574026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-forgotten.html' title='I haven&apos;t forgotten...'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757.post-2551707259534933569</id><published>2011-05-01T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:59:07.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Downgrading</title><content type='html'>So, earlier this year, I bought Abena Supers, right? Compared to most other products I'd come across, these were vastly&amp;nbsp;superior- of course, they were the first diapers I'd gotten online- all the other diapers were store bought crap.But before I ran out, I got some Abena X-Pluses. Now these were even better. So I wore the shit out of them, and now the only diapers I got left in my stash are the Supers. Well, let me tell ya, downgrading sucks. These definitely got full too fast- a night of some easy drinking and they were toast. I definitely prefer my X-Pluses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the worst part? I'm going to be on summer break in just a few days, and back living with my parents. Which means that either: A. I'll be on a summer&amp;nbsp;sabbatical&amp;nbsp;from padding, or B. I'll be back to store bought Depends. which are even crappier than the M2's. I'm almost looking forward to school to start up just so I can get an order in of something thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions on ordering? I only got 3 months to pick... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704589555232561757-2551707259534933569?l=diapergoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2551707259534933569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/05/downgrading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/2551707259534933569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/2551707259534933569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/05/downgrading.html' title='Downgrading'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757.post-372741606023883463</id><published>2011-04-27T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:59:51.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming...</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's that time of year again for college students. Hours upon hours of studying, projects, papers, reports, exams, and who knows what else that make our job so stressful. Likewise, I'm in the same position, with several papers, tests, and projects due in the next few days.&amp;nbsp;Caffeinated&amp;nbsp;soda has become my best friend (and usually I don't even like to drink soda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while drinking soda has it's perks- being able to stay up and keep focused- there is the definite downfall of bathroom breaks every few minutes (at least with the amount of soda I'm consuming). Luckily for DLs like myself, there's a definite solution. =] I put on a diaper a few hours ago, and 3 bottles of water and 3 cans of Coke later and I'm still plugging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me- I need to stop looking for distractions and get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;br /&gt;-Goose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704589555232561757-372741606023883463?l=diapergoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/372741606023883463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/04/cramming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/372741606023883463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/372741606023883463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/04/cramming.html' title='Cramming...'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757.post-7649079639742227537</id><published>2011-04-17T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:01:10.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4chan</title><content type='html'>I will admit, I'm a bit of a 4chan addict. I've quoted memes in daily conversation, I have a picture of trollface posted on my door, and I've got a collection of reaction faces that could fill a small hard drive. But I do love finding the diaper threads when I come across them. I've met some cool people in those, and definitely shared and saved quite a few images. It's a great way to meet people and talk anonymously and find some good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do beware- traps, sissies, gore and scat enthusiasts, and all kinds of crazy fetishists that post- if you're not into that kind of stuff, some of it's a bit, well, odd. Though, clearly someone out there has to be into it, so if it's your thing, more power to you. But I definitely won't be saving those pictures myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start a thread, look out for me- I may be in ur thread, stealin' ur images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and rules 1 &amp;amp; 2 only apply for raids.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704589555232561757-7649079639742227537?l=diapergoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/7649079639742227537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/04/4chan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/7649079639742227537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/7649079639742227537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/04/4chan.html' title='4chan'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704589555232561757.post-7044800576121528343</id><published>2011-04-13T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T03:08:17.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blog</title><content type='html'>The day has come where I've decided to part ways with my old '&lt;a href="http://teendiaperlover.wordpress.com/"&gt;TeenDiaperLover&lt;/a&gt;' website and move on to something new. My online handle for this fetish has long been 'Goose', so I figured a move and a name change might be in order now that I'm out of my teens. I'll still be posting the same stories and maintaining the same awesome blog, just now on a different website with a different address. So subscribe to my new blog, add it to your bookmarks, and leave me some fresh comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-Goose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704589555232561757-7044800576121528343?l=diapergoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/feeds/7044800576121528343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/7044800576121528343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704589555232561757/posts/default/7044800576121528343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapergoose.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-blog.html' title='A New Blog'/><author><name>Goose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t59cGEQ3I2s/TaVSeueHExI/AAAAAAAAABw/__MDqAOtf7U/s220/0239-128345686932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
