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	Oct 24, 2018 Well I'm having problems downloading pictures justpassingthrough1 26 Nov, 2019 so a bunch of feminist came to the city council And Demanded a Day where everyone in town has to go Bottomless? Iook forward to that Post. Funny thing. I found a Pic on this site of a Bottomless women wearing a shirt that says Feminine Feminism. aproposReeve 6 Nov, 2019 Write a comment... aproposReeve 6 Nov, 2019 It started as a feminist empowerment celebration where the consequences wasn't thought out and by the time the government was able to end it ..well it became tradition justpassingthrough1 8 Oct, 2019 since every Town Holiday has to be cleared by the City council . How did the people who suggested bottomless Day get the City to say YES to it? Was there a Population shortage? How did the people react to the Notification that bottomless Day is actualy a Real Holiday? How many people thought it was a Joke? JigglyJulie 20 Aug, 2019 Write a comment... TNTom 24 Oct, 2018 I have been too.

	Apr 22, 2018 Well I got the update for Summertime saga and they seem to have gotten rid of your character performing incest ..bastards. Your now referring to your mom by her first name and your Aunt Diane has become your moms friend Diane seriously.. You can now fuck the teachers but now they draw a line?

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Missmilkshake Comments: 115	Commented on Oct 24, 2025 "So IÂ´m not alone!"

Rienke Comments: 2	Commented on Oct 23, 2025 "Katie traced the chipped pink polish on her thumbnail. The color was called "Strawberry Swirl," bought last summer when things were normal. Now it just looked cheap. Across the kitchen, Megan poured coffee into Dadâ€™s favorite mugâ€”the one with the faded fishing logo Katie had given him for Fatherâ€™s Day years ago. Meganâ€™s voice cut through the quiet. "Ben, sweetie? Cream and two sugars, right?" Dad mumbled something appreciative from behind his newspaper. Katie stabbed at her cereal, the spoon clinking too loud against the bowl. Sweetie. Megan used that word like a weapon now. Katie could still feel the phantom sting of Meganâ€™s manicured finger tapping her shoulder last week, the fake-smile command delivered like a grocery list: "Katie, honey, itâ€™s simpler if you just call me Mommy now. Less confusing for everyone." Megan slid the coffee mug across the counter toward Dadâ€™s waiting hand. Her voice dipped into that syrupy tone Katie hated. "Ben? I was thinkingâ€¦ about the nursery." The newspaper rustled down instantly. Dadâ€™s eyes, usually tired or distant, snapped to Megan with unnerving focus. "Yes, darling?" Megan traced the rim of her own cup. "Well, itâ€™s justâ€¦ the house feels so still sometimes. Wouldnâ€™t it be wonderful? To hear little feet? To have a baby filling up that empty room?" Katie froze, cornflakes turning to paste in her mouth. No. The word screamed inside her skull. Not her room. The room with the glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck stubbornly to the ceiling. Dadâ€™s smile bloomed, wide and genuine, the kind Katie hadnâ€™t seen since before Mom. "A baby? Megan, thatâ€™sâ€¦ brilliant. Absolutely." He reached over, squeezing Meganâ€™s hand. Meganâ€™s gaze flickered to Katie, sharp as a scalpel. "And Katie," she purred, "youâ€™d adore being a big sister, wouldnâ€™t you? Practicing with a real baby?" Katieâ€™s spoon clattered onto the tabletop. "Butâ€¦ my room?" Dad waved a dismissive hand. "Weâ€™ll move your things downstairs, sweetheart. The basementâ€™s cozy! Youâ€™ll hardly notice." His voice held the finality of a slammed door. Meganâ€™s smile widened. "Exactly. And Katieâ€¦" She leaned forward slightly. "Since weâ€™re starting fresh, letâ€™s make things clear. Big sisters help. They fetch diapers. They rock fussy babies." She paused, letting the implication hang. "They donâ€™t argue. Theyâ€™re little helpers. Practically babies themselves sometimes, needing so much guidance." Two weeks later, Katie stood rigidly in the center of the living room, now draped in pastel streamers. Meganâ€™s friends â€“ all sharp perfume and louder laughs â€“ formed a semi-circle around her. "And this," Megan announced, her voice dripping with saccharine pride, "is our little helper! Katieâ€™s so excited about the baby! Arenâ€™t you, honey?" Katie felt like a pinned butterfly. Meganâ€™s hand landed heavily on her shoulder. "Show Auntie Cheryl your nursery skills, sweetie!" Katie flinched as Megan thrust a frilly doll into her arms. "Go on, rock it." Katie mechanically swayed, the dollâ€™s plastic eyes staring blankly upwards. The women cooed. "Oh, how precious!" Cheryl chirped. "Practicing for the real thing!" Megan beamed. "Sheâ€™s learning her place. Such a good girl, understanding sheâ€™sâ€¦ secondary now." Her fingers dug into Katieâ€™s shoulder, a silent command. "Weâ€™re turning her old room into the perfect nursery. Pink and white, like a little cupcake! Katieâ€™s thrilled to give it up, aren't you?" Katieâ€™s throat closed. She managed a tiny nod. Meganâ€™s grip tightened. "See? She loves being useful." The next morning, school felt like a reprieve until lunch. Katie slid her tray onto the cafeteria table, but the usual spot was occupied. Amber and Chloe, queens of the seventh-grade jungle, flanked her bench. "Heard you're moving downstairs," Amber drawled, flicking a piece of Katieâ€™s apple slice onto the floor. "Basement dweller." Chloe giggled, high-pitched and cruel. "Like, actually living in the dungeon?" Katie stared at her tray. "Itâ€™s justâ€¦ temporary." "Temporary?" Amber snorted. "Your stepmom told my mom you're clearing out permanently. Making room for the real kid." Chloe leaned in, whispering theatrically. "She told Mom you're practically a baby yourself now. Needingâ€¦ guidance." They laughed again, the sound echoing off the metal tables. "Guess you're not just moving downstairs," Amber smirked, "you're moving down the family tree." Chloe added, "Poor Katie. Demoted." They swept away, leaving Katie alone with her cooling fries and the hot sting of humiliation. The corridor after math was a gauntlet. Amber and Chloe materialized beside her locker, flanked by two giggling sycophants. "Special delivery!" Amber chirped, shoving a lumpy plastic bag into Katieâ€™s arms before she could react. Inside, Katie glimpsed faded pink fleece â€“ a worn baby onesie â€“ and a crinkly teething toy shaped like a banana. "For your new room!" Chloe crowed. "Thought you might needâ€¦ appropriate decor." Katie tried to shove it back. "I donâ€™t wantâ€”" Amberâ€™s hand shot out, pinching Katieâ€™s cheek hard enough to make her eyes water. "Aww, look at her! All pink and squishy! Practicing for babyhood?" Chloe pinched Katieâ€™s other cheek, mimicking Meganâ€™s saccharine tone. "Such a helpful little thing!" Their fingers dug in, sharp nails threatening skin. Katie froze, trapped between lockers and laughter. That afternoon, Meganâ€™s car pulled up beside Katie at the bus stop. The passenger window hummed down. "Hop in, sweetie!" Megan beamed, gesturing to the back seat. "Amberâ€™s mom called â€“ such a lovely surprise! Amber and Chloe are joining us for dinner!" Katieâ€™s stomach plummeted. Wedged between Amberâ€™s smug grin and Chloeâ€™s elbow digging into her ribs, Katie stared straight ahead as Megan chattered brightly. "Isnâ€™t this nice? Amber told me how much she admires yourâ€¦ maturity about the changes!" Amber piped up, "Oh, yes! Katieâ€™s so brave, moving downstairs. Like a little pioneer!" Chloe added, "And she loves babies! Practically lives for diaper changes!" Megan chuckled. "See? Supportive friends! Exactly what you need right now." Katie pressed her forehead against the cool window glass, the world outside blurring. Inside the house, the humiliation escalated. Megan led them straight to Katieâ€™s old room, now gutted and smelling of fresh paint. Pink wallpaper samples were pinned to the wall. "Girls! Help me decide!" Megan chirped. Before Katie could react, Amber thrust a plastic bag at her. "We brought Katie a housewarming gift!" Inside were crumpled baby clothes â€“ tiny socks, a stained bib, a faded onesie printed with ducks. Chloe giggled, pulling out a half-squeezed tube of pureed carrots. "For your new kitchenette downstairs!" Amber snatched the tube, squirting a glob of cold orange paste onto Katieâ€™s chin. "Oops! Looks like babyâ€™s hungry!" Katie flinched back, wiping frantically. Megan sighed indulgently. "Girls, be careful! Katieâ€™s not actually a babyâ€¦ yet." Her wink was glacial. "Now, Katie, show them how helpful you are! Fetch the stepstool so we can reach the top wallpaper samples." Later, Katie hauled a cardboard box labelled "Katie - Big Girl Stuff" into the basement. Megan followed, arms crossed. "Alright, sweetie, letâ€™s sort this efficiently." She flipped open the lid, pulling out Katieâ€™s favourite blue hoodie. "This?" Megan sniffed dismissively. "Too juvenile. Baby clothes are softer." She tossed it onto a growing discard pile. Amber grabbed Katieâ€™s prized concert tee. "This screams â€˜tweenagerâ€™, not â€˜helperâ€™." She ripped it theatrically down the middle. Chloe snatched Katieâ€™s favourite jeans. "These wonâ€™t fit soon anyway!" she declared, slicing the inseam with craft scissors. Megan nodded approvingly. "Excellent initiative! Katie, fold the scraps neatly. Useful for burp cloths." Katie mechanically obeyed, folding the shredded denim as Amber and Chloe systematically dismantled her wardrobe â€“ sweaters unraveled for yarn, skirts cut into squares, belts repurposed as doll straps. "Now," Megan announced, pulling a bulky plastic bag from her oversized purse. "For your new look." She dumped the contents onto Katieâ€™s cot: a frilly pink dress sized for a toddler, thick white tights, and a bulky disposable diaper. "Put it on, sweetie," Megan ordered, her voice hardening. "Show us your commitment." Katie stared at the outfit, humiliation burning her cheeks. "I... I don't needâ€”" Amber pinched Katieâ€™s cheek sharply. "Aww, look at her pout! Practicing for tantrums?" Chloe pinched Katieâ€™s other cheek, fingers digging painfully. "Such a baby face!" They shoved her towards the cot. "Put it on," Amber hissed, "or we'll help." Trembling, Katie pulled the stiff dress over her head. The sleeves dug into her armpits, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. The tights were impossibly tight, sagging at the knees. Megan snapped the diaper loudly around Katieâ€™s waist, the plastic crinkling obscenely. "Perfect! See how cozy?" Megan patted the bulky padding. Megan beamed, pulling Amber and Chloe closer. "Watch closely, girls! Essential big sister training." She pushed Katie backwards onto the cot. Katie squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out as Megan tugged the thick diaper tapes open. The cold air hit her skin. Megan narrated loudly, "First, lift the legs... wipe front to back... thoroughness is key!" She dragged a rough baby wipe across Katieâ€™s most private skin, the sting making Katie gasp. "See?" Megan held up the wipe. "Messy!" Amber giggled hysterically. Chloe snapped a photo with her phone. "For the baby book!" Megan produced a tube of thick white paste. "Generous rash cream... prevents soreness!" She smeared it coldly onto Katieâ€™s skin, fingers lingering with deliberate roughness. Katie curled into a tight ball, sobs shaking her frame. Megan ignored her, taping the fresh diaper shut with sharp, efficient snaps. "There! Clean and dry!" She patted the plastic bulge. "Good girl.""

loco1953 Comments: 1,861	Commented on Oct 7, 2025 "ouah j'adore"

Kongo4Ever Comments: 2,197	Commented on Oct 2, 2025 "If CNN had something like that, it might be worth watching."

Kongo4Ever Comments: 2,197	Commented on Oct 2, 2025 "She was a bit nervous at first, but the second Daddy's finger slipped into her virgin ass, any trepidation was replaced by the craving to have something bigger than a finger inside her!"

midnight light Comments: 2,240	Commented on Sep 3, 2025 "Mom picked up yoga techniques at the courses that turned her son on so immediately that he openly began performing oral sex on his mom without any shyness or regard for other yoga students watching. Sons detailed tongue massaging techniques were soo impressive as he applied them on mom that those who gathered around watching began complimenting the son on his arousal skills"

midnight light Comments: 2,240	Commented on Sep 3, 2025 "Momâ€™s anxiety is not from being seen by others but the fact she forgot to bring any form of birth control on this multi day camping trip. Her son likes to power fuck her and dump his entire load deep inside her. Mom knows how potent his sperm is since sheâ€™s defended him in over 10 paternity suits filed by the parents of girls the son impregnated"

Cuntlapper2 Comments: 1,500	Commented on Aug 31, 2025 "My favorite hobby is to hypnotize my wife into thinking she is married to another man. for a weekend, they live as husband and wife, with her putting out for him as often as he likes. She always finds it complimentary that her "husband" has so much interest in her. Last month, she was married to my boss; her boss; my brother; her half-brother. It is nice to have a hobby you can share with your wife."

TradDad Comments: 29	Commented on Aug 26, 2025 "Actually most women should be regressed to babygirls or trained as collared pets."

Trav666 Comments: 6	Commented on Aug 16, 2025 "Neuter her, it would be such a shame to ruin that perfect body."

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