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Today was SOOO fun, Me and Daddy watched Big Hero 6! I had to go during the movie so I made a big messy in my baby pants! Daddy understood that I just didn’t want to miss any of the movie and comforted me and said “That’s what diapers are for, Princess.” My padding was so full by the end of the movie, Daddy had to change me right away hehe

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It came to be November. Katie was of course still in diapers and was wearing babyish clothes around the house, and pretty much being treated like a toddler around her home 24/7. 

Every Thanksgiving holiday her family would always go visit her relatives. She always liked going to see these relatives and they always met up at her Grandmother’s house. 

The night before they left she asked her mom if she’d have to wear baby clothes at her Grandmother’s house. Her moms reply was no, but she said that if someone notices her diapers that she would tell them why she wore them.

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We arrived at my Grandmother’s house early on Thanksgiving Day. By the time we got there, my diaper was soaking wet and cold. I was still wearing the ABU diapers, and had in fact switched to these diapers almost exclusively. I liked the babyish designs on them, and my parents said that since I was essentially a toddler anyway that I should wear diapers that fit with that image.  I was happy to wear these diapers, even though it was fairly obvious by the crinkle and bulk under my pants that I was diapered, but by this point I didn’t care because of how much I loved being in diapers 24/7.  Anyway, by the time we got to my Grandmother’s I badly needed a changing but I didn’t know how to get my mom’s attention without flat out saying “my diaper is wet,” so I nudged my mom’s leg a little and pointed to the front of my pants. She understood what I was trying to say.  

“Excuse me, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed my diaper bag and took me into the bathroom and changed my diaper on the bathroom floor. 

“If you need to be changed you are going to have to come to me and tell me.” My mom said mater-of-factly, as she finished powdering my diaper area and taped up my fresh diaper.

“But mommy.” I said in a whiney voice.

“But nothing Katie. If you can’t act like a regular teenage girl and use the potty, and wear big girl panties like other girls your age then I guess everyone should know.” My mom said as she rolled up my used diaper and placed it in a plastic bag before putting it in my diaper bag so they could dispose of it when we got back home.  My mom might have not cared if others found out I wore diapers, but she still wanted to be considerate and not leave my stinky diapers in the trash for everyone to smell while we were at my Grandmother’s house.

I was a little stunned by what she had said and wanted to cry. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to be changed for the rest of the day, but knew that was impossible since lunch was only an hour away and we wouldn’t be leaving until after supper time. 

After I was changed I went off to play with my cousins. One was my age and the other two were a year younger. None of them wore diapers of course. The one who was my age was a boy and the other two were girls. We got along quite well for the most part, except my guy cousin, John, sometimes picked on us girls. 

It came to be lunch time. My diaper was dry at this point but I knew that wouldn’t last. I ate a lot of food since I was quite hungry. I also drank a few glasses of chocolate milk and some water and lemonade as well, and knew I’d be paying for it later. 

Later came. Around mid afternoon I was playing games with my cousins when I wet my diaper. Of course, after a few seconds it didn’t feel very wet and things were fine. A half hour later I had to pee again. This time the wet feeling stayed. The diaper wasn’t leaking, but was beginning to get soggy and bulky (the ABU’s always got thicker when wet). When I walked they made more noise, as usual. One of my cousins, the one my age, noticed the crinkling noise and asked me what that was. I acted as if I didn’t know and he forgot about it. 

Another hour passed. Now my diaper was soaked and the pee was cold. I could feel the wetness in every move I made. I didn’t want to tell my mom I needed to be changed, so I didn’t, and just tried to ignore it and hope for the best, and hope that I could hold off mentioning my diapers to my mom until we left that night.  She hadn’t come to check to see if I needed a diaper change, so I thought that just maybe I could make this plan of mine work.

Something happened which made my little plan fail though. When it was my turn to spin the “spinner” on the game we were playing, I felt I had to poop, and I knew it was going to be a big load since I hadn’t gone since earlier the day before. So I tried my best to hold it. I didn’t have much control left after being in diapers for so long, but what little I had I was determined to try and hold off pooping my diaper until maybe my cousins went to do something else or maybe when they had to use the bathroom.  It wasn’t meant to be however and my ability to hold it lasted for about ten minutes. Then the feeling was stronger and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stopped for a short bit during the game and kind of gave a muffled grunt as I felt my muscles give in, and felt almost two days worth of poop fill my diaper.  Before I knew it, there was a strong odor coming from my diaper. And of course, my cousins noticed it. 

“What’s that smell? Darn it, Lisa, did you have another accident again?” John, the cousin my age asked his sister who was a little older than my sister, and a year younger than me, and apparently had been having some accidents in her pants from time to time lately. 

“No. I didn’t go poop.” Lisa said with a red face.

“Then who did?” He looked at me and I just kind of was there squatting down, not wanting to sit in my dirty diaper and smoosh it, so I just acted like I didn’t hear him, and I didn’t say a word as he continued to look at me and the stance I was in, with a now obvious diaper bulge around my crotch, and a smell that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a dirty diaper. 

“Was it you Katie? Did you poop in your pants?” John asked with distain in his voice.

I knew I was busted and couldn’t get out of it.  My other cousins, the girls around my age, were both wearing leggings, and it was obvious that they hadn’t pooped their pants and didn’t have a diaper on underneath their leggings either.  I on the other hand was wearing toddler-style overalls that my mom had dressed me in earlier that morning, that also had snaps in the crotch and legs for easy diaper changes.  How they hadn’t noticed my poofy butt and crotch earlier was an amazing feat in itself, but now I was busted and there was no way out of it.  I got up and ran, or more like waddled with my now loaded diaper, to where my mom was playing cards with tears in my eyes. I shyly told her “I need my diaper changed.”

“Oh, excuse me, Katie needs her diaper changed. From what I smell, I think she pooped her diaper” My mom said nonchalantly.  As if changing a teenage girls diaper was just a normal everyday thing.

Everyone at the table, except my sister and father, who were playing cards had a puzzled look on their face as my mom patted my bottom to feel my loaded diaper and then held my hand and led me to the bathroom, with my diaper bag over her shoulder.

I heard them comment, “Katie wears diapers? Since when?” My dad began telling them the whole story. He explained how they had caught me with an opened pack of diapers in my room and they had busted me wearing diapers about 10 months earlier.  He told them how they had confronted me about my diaper wearing and after some discussion and my admitting that I enjoyed wearing diapers that they had decided to return me to diapers and treat me like a toddler 24/7.  My relatives had tons of questions of course, but my dad was patient and explained to them that I was no longer really potty trained and was now reliant on diapers.  That back at home I was dressed as a toddler, and I also slept in a crib and got changed on a changing table, and they brought a diaper bag with them whenever we went out in public.  I no longer wore panties like other girls my age, and they had in fact thrown away all my panties when I had decided to wear diapers.  And of course I didn’t use the toilet at all, and if I had to pee or poop I just did it in my diaper like a toddler would do.

In the bathroom, while my dad was explaining all of this to my relatives, my mom was changing my diaper, and getting me all clean after the big mess I had made in my diaper.  Finally after cleaning me thoroughly, she pulled out some footy pajamas and my paci and put the paci in my mouth as she slipped my legs into the pajamas.  I kind of let out a moan of frustration, and tried to object, but my mom gave me a quick pop on my diaper.

“Katie, you are a toddler, and around the house you wear these clothes, and now that everyone knows you are in diapers it shouldn’t make a difference.  Unless you want to wear just your diaper and t-shirt and paci when we go back out there.  Is that what you want baby girl?”  My mom paused as she waited for an answer.

I quickly shook my head no.  

“That’s what I thought.  Don’t worry, it’s no big deal.  Now everyone knows you’re a baby and wear diapers, so now you can enjoy yourself and not worry about people finding out about your diapers.”  She said as she zipped up my pajamas, rolled up my loaded diaper, which my Grandmother had said she could throw away in the regular trash now, helped me to my feet and then gave my diaper butt a pat before leading me out of the bathroom.

When my diaper was changed, my mom and I walked out of the bathroom, me in my toddler footy pajamas with my paci in my mouth, and my mom holding my diaper bag in one hand and my loaded stinky diaper in the other as she headed towards the trashcan. A few of my relatives looked at me strangely and when I went back to play with my cousins, John poked fun at me. 

“You baby. Can’t you use the toilet like everyone else?”  

“Shut up.” I said in a crying voice.  It made me sad when people, especially family laughed at me for wearing diapers.

“Oh, did I hurt the baby’s feelings. I’m sorry.” John said mockingly.

“Cut it out John. So she wears diapers. Katie, I don’t care if you wear diapers. Let’s play somewhere else.” Lisa, who was one year younger than me, said. I was glad she didn’t mind. Alyssa, my other girl cousin didn’t care either. We played games without John and he just watched TV for the rest of the day. 

My Aunts, Uncles, and Grandmother didn’t seem to care very much either and I overheard one of them saying something like, “Well, everyone’s different I guess. I’m sure it’s just a phase she’s going through.”

If this was a phase it was the happiest phase of my life, and I had no intention of ever giving up my diapers.

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wearing diapers at the cinema, and feeling so safe and little and knowing you won’t have to miss any of the movie, no matter what

wearing diapers on long car journeys and listening to your favourite stories on CD and never worrying about making it to the next rest-stop

falling asleep in the back of the car while you cuddle with someone and the rain falls against the windows, and your diaper is cosy and warm and you can wet while you drift off to sleep

wearing diapers while shopping and having someone whisper “do you need to go potty?” and you say “no thank you” and it’s OK because you can just wet your diaper while you hold their hand and no one has to know

wearing diapers on the train secret under your clothes, and never minding when you get stuck between stations because you can play on your phone and wet if you need to

wearing diapers in bed and waking up in the morning and wetting while you snuggle with your blanket and suck your thumb

so many good times to wear diapers~~

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I tried my best, but I couldn’t hold it any longer… >//<

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Potty training hadn’t been as successful as Maria had hoped. After managing to use the potty on her first day back in knickers, the second day had been more trouble.

Soon after breakfast, as she was playing with her dolls in the living room, Maria felt a warm bulge grow in her knickers. She knew instantly that she’d messed herself and quickly sat up to try and hide it, but knickers aren’t meant to hide a mess and it squeezed its way out of the leg bands. It didn’t take long for Maria’s mum to notice the smell and come over to her.

“Maria! You’ve made a complete mess. Why didn’t you ask to use the potty? And why did you just sit in it?”

“I’m sorry mummy. I had an accident and didn’t want you to find out because I like my knickers.”

“Maria, not telling me and making a mess of the floor is very naughty. After I’ve cleaned you up you’re going over my knee. And if there is one more messy accident you’ll be back in nappies.”

Ms. James ran her daughter a bath and bathed her gently. Maria was then led back to the living room still naked and put over her mum’s knee. The smacks rained down hard and fast, causing Maria to burst into tears almost straight away. After a good five minutes of having her backside turned bright red, Maria was let up and dressed in a fresh pair of white knickers, a pink t-shirt with Elsa on it and denim dungarees.

“Right, you stand in the corner and think about what you’ll do next time you need the potty. Once I’ve cleaned the floor we need to go shopping.”

Maria stood sobbing in the corner, her backside stinging. It didn’t take long for her mum to clean up the mess Maria had made, after which she took her daughter to the potty, stripped off her dungarees and sat her on the potty.

“We need to make sure you don’t have an accident while we’re out, so try to go now please.”

Maria sat with her knees close to her chest, squatted on the child’s potty, for a couple of minutes but nothing was coming so her mum stood her up, redressed her and they went out to the car.

After a year of being in nappies, Maria still felt self-conscious going out as her mum’s little girl. Walking round the supermarket she was made to either hold her mum’s hand or the trolley. Coupled with the childish clothes she felt like a real toddler.

It didn’t take long for Maria to feel a sudden pressure in her bladder. She was shocked she felt anything before wetting herself so quickly whispered excitedly to her mum. “Mummy, I need to pee.”

A couple walking past clearly heard what they teenage girl said and gave a slightly confused look.

“Oh, okay baby, let’s go find the customer toilets. Try and hold it.”

But it was no use. Maria hadn’t been holding her pee for a year now and they didn’t even make it to the end of the aisle before she started to soak her dungarees. A dark stain spread out from her crotch, running down her legs to the end of the shorts where some of her pee splashed noisily onto the tiled floor while the rest ran down her lower legs and into her shoes.

Maria started sobbing, embarrassed by the state she was in. She had got used to wetting and messing nappies while she was out with her mum but that was much less obvious than her soaked dungarees.

“Oh Maria, look at you. And I didn’t bring a change of clothes. We’re going to have to finish shopping quickly and we’ll get you cleaned up when we get home.”

Maria cried harder at the prospect of staying like that with so many people around. Her mum took her hand and lead her round the shop, stopping briefly to tell someone about Maria’s accident and the puddle that would need cleaning up. Maria kept her eyes on the floor as they paid and went to the car, here dungarees now cold and clinging to her thighs.

Maria was glad to finally get home and have her mum clean her up with baby wipes before putting her in a dry pair of knickers, leaving them uncovered to make going to the potty easier.

“One more accident, Maria, and you’ll be back in nappies. Now try to be a big girl.”

“I’ll try mummy.”

“Good girl. I’m at work tonight, so Ashley will be round soon to babysit. I’ve told her you’re potty training and she says she’s happy to help, so make sure you’re a good girl and use the potty.”

That evening Ashley turned up to babysit and after a quick explanation of Maria’s potty training and a warning that one more accident would have her back in nappies, Ms. James left for work.

“Right,” said Ashley, “what shall we do?”

“Cartoons!” Maria said excitedly.

“Okay little one,” Ashley said as she turned on the TV and found some cartoons.

Maria curled up on the sofa in just her Elsa t-shirt and cotton knickers, her head on Ashley’s lap and her thumb in her mouth. She loved watching cartoons with Ashley and felt completely relaxed. A little too relaxed, it turned out as the inevitable happened.

Maria shifted slightly on the sofa and her body pushed a solid load into her knickers. She didn’t even notice the big load pressed against her bum as she was too engrossed in her cartoon, but the smell quickly alerted Ashley.

“Maria, you’ve pooed your knickers,” Ashley said firmly. ��Did you not notice? This means you’re going back into nappies baby.”

Maria looked up startled, her eyes welling at the news she would lose out on her big girl knickers.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into a nappy.”

Maria sat up, squashing her mess across her buttocks before following Ashley upstairs to the bathroom. Ashley carefully cleaned up the girl with baby wipes before laying her down and putting her in a clean nappy.

“One day you might be big enough to get the hang of the potty, but for now it’s probably best to keep you in these nappies. And don’t worry, I’ll always be here to take care of you when mummy’s not around.”

With that Ashley kissed Maria’s forehead and lead her back down to the sofa.

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Moment of Truth

Kimmy didn't know what to do.

She had been looking forward to this moment for so long, and had worked so hard to get to this point. Months after agreeing to indulge in her boyfriend's fantasies, she thought she would be ready to take this step, to finally become a little more like the big girl she once was. She had taken such a long journey to overcome all the diaper training and all the hypnosis, to break all the habits she had formed in her new little life. She had gone through so many missteps and so many accidents along the way, left so many pairs of pullups wet or worse, to earn this privilege of sitting on the potty once again. And yet there she sat, her new big girl panties plopped at her ankles, and she had no idea what to do next.

At first, she chalked it up to nerves. So Daddy gave her Lamby, her favorite stuffed toy, for comfort. When that wasn't enough, she asked for her paci, and he gave her that, too. The suckle was soothing, and Lamby was as soft as always, but still she didn't feel right. The hard plastic of the training potty was cold, strange, and unwelcoming.

She thought back to warmer times, and to one burst of warmth in particular. It was the first time Kimmy had wet her diapers without warning, and she could remember vividly her shock as she recognized that familiar feeling between her legs. She remembered the burst of warmth in her face as her cheeks flushed bright red, and the man she'd just gotten used to calling Daddy recognized what she had done. And she remembered the burst of warmth in her chest that came as he wrapped his arms around her and patted her sogging bottom, telling her how proud of her he was, reminding her that Daddy would take care of her, no matter how small and helpless she became.

"Y'alright there, kiddo?"

Her daddy's words snapped her out of her trance. Looking around as she came to, Kimmy couldn't figure out how long she had been sitting there on her potty, but it was clear to her that it had been a while. Strangely, the bowl remained empty, and the urge she was sure she had earlier seemed to have passed. Kimmy frowned slightly and shook her head, and Daddy helped her stand and pull up her panties, reassuring her that she would get a chance to try again soon.

Kimmy only made it a few steps away, though, when a familiar trickle started in her pink-laced white panties. That trickle quickly became an uncontrollable flood, as the little girl's legs crossed in desperation and shame, and her cheeks blushed bright red once again.

Her body, it seemed, had realized what her mind could not: that Kimmy still needed her diapers, that she still very much needed her daddy, and that she certainly wasn't ready to be a big girl just yet.

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Thinking about your post yesterday about wanting to put back in panties only to fail your potty training yet again. I love that you want to be reminded what a baby you are, but I can’t help but think how much cuter it would be if you had a messy accident.

That’s the real sign of a little baby. You can feel the need building, fully aware that you should go to the potty. But you still tell daddy you don’t have to go before leaving the house.

But then it hits the point of no return. You’re standing next to daddy while he pays for your new dress at the store and you freeze as your body decides it’s had enough and starts to push for you.

It doesn’t take long for daddy to notice the far away look in your eyes, or smell the stinky mess you’re making in your panties. But we both know it’s too late, so he stands there until you’re finished. Then he pats your mushy bottom to confirm what’s already so obvious. “Baby, did you go poopy in your pants again?”

There’s nothing to do but nod and follow daddy when he takes your hand and leads back to the car. It’s a long car ride sitting in your mess, but soon you’ll be back where you belong, in your diapers.

And after this accident, it’ll be for a long long time.

I've been edging to this ask like all day >.< I love this idea so so so much!!! ... plus its not that rare that i do have actual messy accidents in my panties... had one like 2 days ago... And i thought i was holding it so good too... so like i totally wouldve said i didnt need to go potty before doing something... Also also the idea of having someone just ask me directly if i went in my pants again like i'm a little toddler just makes me all blushy and subby an needy... would definitely just nod and take their hand and follow them all the way to the car... and gosh the idea of a car ride home all ashamed at my accident and not getting a change cause of course i didnt need diapers that day i was a big girl!!! Just gosh i can imagine perfectly how embarrassed and ashamed i would feel in the back seat... Wouldn't even fight getting put back in diapies... i definitely deserve them and wont be trying to be big again any time soon... that just leads to disaster <3

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You know what’s really cute?

Training Potties~

🍼 Littles taking a few minutes to do their business while on their potty, because they’re so used to using their diapers that they’re shy about going anywhere else. So they need some encouragement, maybe some belly rubs/presses to get them to go~.

🍼 Tiny grunts and whines when they push themselves, puffing out their cheeks and buckling their knees together. ..Mostly a messing thing but still cute!

🍼 Littles being so desperate when they run to the potty that they can’t just pull their pants/diaper/what have you right away, they’re still standing with buckled knees, holding hands against their crotch and hopping from foot to foot. One wrong move and they’ll have an accident!

🍼 Running to the potty and forgetting to take their clothes off–gotta go so badly that they just sit right down and go!! …But then blush as soon as they realize there’s no pitter-pattering of liquid hitting plastic, and their nethers feel a lot warmer~.

🍼 “ I gotta go potty!! ”, “ I hav'ta potty!! ”, “ I need the potty right now!! ”, “ Ohhh, I’m gonna potty in my pants-..!! ”, “ Take me to the potty..! ” Desperate, whiny and fussy statements ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

🍼 “ Ii, I really need to potty… ”, “ Um.. I need the potty..! ”, “ Will y-you take me to the p-potty, please…? ”, “ Uu-uh-oh, I think I need the potty!! ”, “ Uuuuh, I hav'ta gooo…! ” Quiet Littles who need to go, but are shy about asking/telling~

🍼 “ I didn’t make it to the potty…. ”, “ I, I need a change… I missed the potty ”, “ I was too busy playing to go potty.. ”, “ I had a potty accident… ” Accident phrases~

🍼 Potty Charts Potty Charts Potty Charts!!! ♡♡♡

🍼 “ Baby, do you need to potty? ”, “ Let’s try using the potty. ”, “ Can you go potty like a big boy/girl/kid? ”, “ No, no. You can’t use the adult potty. You’re too Little for that~. ”, “ Do you need Mommy’s/Daddy’s/Caretaker’s help to use the potty? ”, “ Uh-oh, does somebody need the potty? ”, “ Uh-oh, did someone forget to use the potty? ”

🍼 “ We can’t use the potty right now, you have to hold it. ”, “ We’re almost home, you can hold it baby! ”, “ Shhh, if you really need to go that bad, use your diaper. Mommy/Daddy/Caretaker won’t be mad~. You did your best. ”

🍼 “ Good boy/girl/baby!! You used the potty~! ”, “ Who’s making piddles and/or pushies in the potty like a good boy/girl/baby? ”, “ Looks like someone’s getting stickers on their Potty Chart~! ”

Training Potties!!!!! ♡

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obsessed with the idea of making a big potty only to realise you still have a little bit left inside

maybe baby was in the park and found a good secluded spot to pull their little dungaree shorts to one side (no panties today!) and make a big pee pee puddle next to a tree, only to walk off and realise they didn’t quite let all of it out. it’s no bother though, they already got a little wet patch on their shorts from where they didn’t pull aside quite right, so they just let out the extra spurt into them. maybe when they sit back down, they pull to one side again, showing off their hairy little kitty in full view of their caregiver, and make their last little squirt into the lawn, wiping off with their hand and rubbing it on the grass before being told off for being messy. maybe they didn’t even need their hand, and rubbed their kitty right in the grass, only to realise how nice it feels.

maybe little made their wee wees standing up in the shower, only to dry off and get back in their room to realise they still had a little more left to do — so they dry off a bit more, scrunch up the towel between their legs, and let out their extra tinkle trickles out into the towel. mommy will put it in the wash later.

this works even better with skirts, walking along with mommy when she notices little splashes popping up under baby’s feet. turns out baby wasn’t quite finished after their last potty break, and thought they’d just squeeze out their last little squirts onto the pavement — plus, it keeps their panties nice and wet and warm.

littles making wee wee on the couch or the carpet or into a stuffy or mommy’s lap, because it’s only an extra little tiny spurt — so it doesn’t even count, really, does it?

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There's something so magically perfect about sitting down on the toilet and proceeding to use your diaper. Like, yes, you could use the potty- it's right there, after all! But it's just so much easier, so much better, to use your diaper.

Maybe you just don't want to take off the diaper because you don't feel right without that thick padding between your legs. Or maybe you just want to sit in a soggy diaper because it feels so good to be a wet little baby. Maybe you want your Mommy to reward you by letting you have some special playtime with the buzzy toy. Maybe you want her to praise you, tell you that you were so close to using the big girl toilet, then proceed to change you into an even thicker diaper.

Whatever the case is, whatever reasoning you came up with in your little baby brain, you're actively choosing your diaper over the big girl toilet. You're choosing to be a little baby when you have the option to use the potty like a big girl. And I think that's beautiful.

What a good little diaper girl you are.

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Perpetual Change Turbo Mod

I'm uploading a patch I've created for Piece of Soap's game Perpetual Change.

This patch allows for increased movement and dialogue speed for people who would like to progress through the game faster or replay sections they've already played with new decisions, while not waiting for the same dialogue and cutscenes to play out at the game's normal pace.

It has two changes to the game: 1.) A rework of the dialogue printing system to allow for auto-advance, skipping, and faster print speed. 2.) An update to the sprint system to allow for two faster modes of sprinting for faster exploration/traversal It is very easy to install (it just involves replacing a single file with a new one) and hopefully makes replaying the game in a different way more enjoyable for people who want to see all of the content inside. The download link is below and contains the patch file along with instructions on how to apply the patch and what exactly it changes. https://mega.nz/file/c2kTyQgZ#cen8cDJutFVTSLG4Dif2Ze4xPKt3KPIWpQNDqctpPtI This link does not contain a copy of the game, if you would like to acquire a copy of the game please visit Piece of Soap's patreon page.

Please let me know if you enjoy this or have any recommendations on how it could be improved.

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The final version of Piece of Soap's game Perpetual Change was released on Patreon last month. In addition to the game being completed, it also includes a number of patches and mods I contributed, including faster loading screens, some dialogue formatting and speedups, and code to allow in-place screen transitions. There are also some additional mods that weren't added to the final release that I will figure out how to make available, including automatic dialogue boxes and faster movement speed. Please consider checking out the game if you haven't. Soap and many others worked very hard on it. Thanks!