The Boring Stuff

Now that he had adjusted his girlfriend into the perfect abdl companion, and more importantly had some post-nut clarity, he took out The Rulebook to review what he wrote. The earlier changes had been a bit of a monkey paw, Christina resenting the law changes and his "insensitivity" at asking obvious questions. The last few changes were smoother, he had remembered this alternate reality and didn't put his foot in his mouth as badly if at all.

Could be that he hadn't been specific enough in writing an Old Rule and its implementation was allowed to be wider than his early New Rule single-feature changes. He had read enough "bad end" abdl fapfics to now consider Old Rule changes more carefully.

As it stands, Christina is an adult, with her own job and autonomy, but needs someone else to change her diapers. The highchair he saw coming in was just a sometimes-toy to be used. She had to drink from a baby bottle, but was capable of feeding herself.

Any more infantilizing impositions would probably be more burdensome than enjoyable, did he want to make it where she couldn't feed or clothe herself? Have her sleep like a baby and wake him up every two hours? Best to not alter her, or petites in general, any more.

He was sitting on a bed over a hoard of diapers, he didn't recall a specific cost-per-diaper, what she bought, coupons, rebates, sales on summer/winter prints, bulk discounts, but the constant money outflow did occur. He could help Christina but having this government inflicted cost be subsidized.

Old Rule: Petites qualify for a disability payment after their incontinence procedure to offset costs in diapering.

There, her bank account, and probably his, is happier about that. Some people probably just jobs because of that too. That rule was a benefit to society! That got him thinking about the cloth vs disposable debate.

Old Rule: Disposable Diapers are made from a very renewable resource. Their disposal likewise has a net positive effect on the environment.

He didn't know everything that went into the diaper industry, but leaving it open ended, surely must have been good. Maybe bamboo got used, and now a seperate waste diaper collection sent them to a processing plant where they got used for fertilizer and maybe make energy. Who knows.

Now for Nicolas. He enjoyed programming, but the clients are dumb, the project managers sometimes moreso. He could just...

Old Rule: Nicolas, Holder of The Rulebook, is a successful high priced freelancer.

He now dealt with self employment taxes, but could now enjoy more of his life when not on a contract. Flexible time, money in the bank, and now a new hobby to occupy his free time, altering the foundations of existence to his musings and tastes.

That was utility rules done with. He tucked the book under his arm and headed to the livingroom. Christina was snuggled up with a stuffed dragon in her lap watching TV, a nicer TV than 30 minutes ago. He sat and she layed over to have her head on his lap as they watched some reality TV.

It was the Bachelor and the women were talking around a pool. Out of the 12 women there were two petites, bubblegum pink one peice on the blonde one, a two peice of blue covered in ruffles on the brunette. They had water wings on and were just sitting on the steps, splashing with their feet as they occasionally gave their 2 cents with a lisp.

Nicolas of course, if he was the bachelor, would give these two preference, but who knows the carnal desires of this season's bastard. Chances were the cuties would be kicked. Unless...