#Nurse

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貴音誕生日おめ！ by 鶴井 [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

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Nasser's TWO previous GoFundMe campaigns were deleted. As of 00:20 GMT on 22 January 2025, his new Chuffed campaign is still only up to €489 / €30,000.

❕‼️Please read my story and help me🥺💔‼️

Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸

The last donation I received was 9 days ago😞

Please donate to me. My campaign is not receiving donations. I want to help my family. Please help me😭😭

Hello my friends, I am Nasser Mohammed from Gaza, I work as a nurse, I am 23 years old, I live in the Gaza Strip. This war destroyed our future, I killed my father and destroyed my house, and we are now homeless. I hope you help me, my friends, to donate to help my family. I am responsible for them, and I bear the responsibility of more than my age, and above that the cost of food is very expensive, and I am a young man of this age I cannot buy it. I hope you donate to buy food for my family. Please donate $25/30 to me, which means a lot to be saved from extreme suffering. Please I don't want to lose anyone from my family 😭😭😭💔🇵🇸🇵🇸

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Small minicomic about them based on a drawing I made, wanted to showcase their relationship a bit more instead of just with the single drawings I make with them.

P.S She did end up getting the promised strawberry cake, take care of your friends <3

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Uschi Digard appearing in, "Up Your Alley," (1971).

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Okay, so I’ve never been to a doctor’s appointment wearing a diaper, but can we just imagine the chaos? You pop one of those pills the doc gave you, and bam—your bladder just nopes out. Instant floodgate release, and your diaper’s doing overtime to handle the… situation.

Now, imagine taking these pills with food, like, say, in the middle of a crowded diner. You’re just sitting there, enjoying your burger, and suddenly—squish. The ultimate test of your diaper’s absorbency.

Honestly, I’d pay good money for that kind of chaotic energy. Someone please gift me these pills. I’m ready to embrace the soggy, awkward, and hilariously unpredictable lifestyle. 🍔💦🍼

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed faintly as Emma adjusted her white top and black leggings, snapping a quick selfie. She had hoped this would be a simple check-up, nothing more. But as she stepped into the doctor’s office, the air felt heavier, colder.

“Please, undress completely,” the doctor said, her tone clipped, her eyes scanning Emma’s file. “Wait, what? I thought this was just a routine check,” Emma stammered, her cheeks flushing. “It is. But I need to examine you thoroughly. Rules are rules.”

Emma hesitated, her fingers trembling as she unzipped her leggings. She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t prepared for this.

The doctor’s sharp intake of breath was audible as she noticed the soaked diaper beneath Emma’s clothes. Her gaze turned piercing, almost accusatory.

“Is this… a diaper? Do you have incontinence issues?” the doctor asked, her voice laced with disbelief. “N-no, it’s not like that! I just… I thought it might be… convenient,” Emma mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Convenient? This is highly unusual. Let me examine you.”

The doctor’s hands were clinical, cold, as she conducted the exam. Emma’s heart pounded, her mind racing. She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn’t planned for any of it.

“Here,” the doctor said, handing her a small bottle of pills. “Take these daily. They’ll help with… prevention.”

But the pills didn’t prevent anything. Instead, they made things worse. Much worse.

That evening, Emma lay in bed, the last sweet pill dissolving on her tongue. She felt the familiar loss of control, the warmth spreading as her bladder gave way. Her already soaked diaper overflowed, the liquid trickling down her legs. She stared at the empty bottle, her mind foggy, her body betraying her.

“I guess… I’ll need to see the doctor again,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling.

The cycle had begun, and there was no turning back.

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The office chair felt cold against her skin as she shifted uncomfortably, the soaked medical diaper beneath her making a faint squelching sound. She kept her legs slightly apart, too afraid to move and risk making the situation worse. Her face burned with shame as she stared at the floor, clutching the edges of her pink T-shirt.

The professor had been kind, at least. “It’s okay,” he’d said, his voice gentle. “Just head to the nurse’s office. She’ll take care of you.”

But “okay” was the last thing she felt. She’d tried so hard to hide her accidents, to pretend everything was normal. But today, her body had betrayed her in the worst possible way.

The nurse’s office was nothing like she’d expected. Instead of sterile white walls and clinical equipment, the room was warm and oddly inviting. The walls were lined with towering shelves, each one packed with colorful packages of diapers—thick, pastel-patterned ones that looked almost playful.

The nurse, a woman about her own age with a kind smile, gestured for her to sit on the exam table. “Don’t worry,” she said, her tone soothing. “We’ll get you cleaned up and into something better.”

The girl blinked, confused. “Something… better?”

The nurse nodded, pulling a package from the shelf. “These,” she said, holding up a thick, colorful ABDL diaper, “are way more comfortable than those medical ones. Trust me, you’ll feel like a whole new person.”

The girl hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “But… isn’t that kind of… weird?”

The nurse laughed, a light, genuine sound. “Weird? Maybe. But who cares? You deserve to feel comfortable in your own skin—or in this case, your own diaper.”

As the nurse helped her change, the girl felt a strange sense of relief. The thick, colorful diaper was undeniably softer and more secure than the clinical one she’d been wearing. For the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel like she had to hide.

Over the next few weeks, the girl found herself visiting the nurse’s office more often—not just for supplies, but for the easy camaraderie that had blossomed between them. They talked about everything: school, life, and even the challenges of living with incontinence.

What had started as a humiliating accident had turned into an unexpected friendship, one that reminded her that it was okay to need help—and that sometimes, help came in the most colorful packages.

[cantsayidont]

As of 20:45 GMT on 20 January 2025, Mohammed and Shorooq's campaign is at €1,373 / €25,000. They are still €1,627 away from their short-term goal of €3,000.

Ceasefire in Gaza: After 466 Days of Suffering😭❤️❤️🥹✨🇵🇸🍉

After 466 days of pain and conflict, and after the people of Gaza endured destruction and displacement, a ceasefire has finally been declared. This period has been filled with fear, as many lost their homes, their dreams, and their futures became uncertain. But today, a new glimmer of hope appears on the horizon.

As a family, we have been part of this suffering. We saw our home turn into rubble, and watched our dreams fade away with each passing day. Yet, we never lost hope, and today we ask for your support to start anew.

A New Hope and a Bright Future💝

We need your help to rebuild our home, the place that witnessed both happy and sad moments, but has always been our source of safety and stability. We want to rebuild our lives and give our son and family a better future.

Why Do We Need Your Support?

Rebuilding our home is not just a material need; it is a new beginning for us. It is an opportunity to restore our lives, provide safety for our children, and start anew in a more stable environment.

Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards rebuilding our home and our future. We believe that humanity shines through in difficult times, and we ask you to be part of our journey towards hope and reconstruction.

How Can You Help?

•You can donate to support us in rebuilding our home.

•You can share our story and spread the word to as many people as possible.

With your support, we will be able to build a brighter future for us and our children. Thank you for your support and for standing by us during these challenging times.

Together, we can build a better future.

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Nurse I think there might be something wrong with me