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Enjoy Yourself
By Hal
Penny for your thoughts
Penny Robinson twirled around, her tight silver spacesuit hugging her every curve.
"Mom," she said, "what do you think?"
Maureen Robinson looked at her 15 year old daughter and frowned.
"Oh Penny, that spacesuit is much to tight!! (and the lines of your panties are visible, she added to herself) - we'll have to get you a larger one from ship stores"
Penny's pretty face took on a petulant expression and she said, "Mother!!! I'm not a baby anymore!! I'm a grown up girl!! stop treating me as a child...Judy gets to wear what she wants!"
Maureen Robinson listened to her youngest daughter and sighed. Well, this was expected. Penny was indeed growing up. All her children were. They had left Earth almost 3 years ago and since then, it had been one adventure after another. It was easy to
forget under the circumstances that the children would have average, normal everyday growing pains.
Sighing heavily, she said, "Judy is 18 and the oldest, so she has more privileges than
you...however, you can wear the suit"
Penny beamed a happy smile and hugged her mother.
"Oh mom, your the best!!" she said.
Maureen smiled back, and
giving her a sharp swat on her space suited ass, said, "Alright, off with you!...why don't you go see if your father and Don want some coffee?"
Penny let out a yelp and laughing, ran for the elevator that would take her to the flight deck. Maureen watched the departing girl and smiled again as she noted the lines of her panties -- somehow, it reminded her of when Penny was small and she wore those darling short sailor outfits with the white cotton panties and black Mary Jane shoes. You certainty couldn't conceal your panties in that type of dress, Maureen thought.
On the flight deck, John Robinson was getting some bad news.
"I'm afraid that portside stabilizer is acting up again John," said Don West, chief pilot of the Jupiter 2. "We'll have to set down somewhere and make repairs. We can't do it in flight."
John Robinson nodded his head and looked thoughtful. Space was clear of any planet as far as they could scan. Finding a place to set down was going to be a problem.
"How long do we have before total failure?," he asked.
Don did some quick calculations and said, "Well, it's not to bad right now. I can compensate with the starboard stabilizer... say about 12 hours..."
At that moment, 13 year old Will Robinson emerged from the Space pod with Dr. Smith
and the Robot, having just completed a routine inventory.
"Oh my delicate back!", exclaimed Dr. Smith. "A man of my
talents forced to do menial labor...oh the pain, the pain!"
Don West, hearing this, said, "The only talents you have, Smith, is for sleeping and gold-
bricking!!" The robot let loose with the sound of mechanical laughter, and Will grinned broadly.
"Silence ninny!, said Dr. Smith to the robot. "or I'll rewire your sensors...as for you Major, you're a cold, cruel man. Yes... cold and cruel is what you are, insulting a man in utter agony!!"
Don West shook his head and said, "The only thing you're in agony about Smith, is missing lunch..."
Dr. Smith took this in and said, "BAAH!!, go away Major, you irk me!!!" turning to the robot, he continued, "Come along, you clanking clod, I simply must have a rubdown!!"
Dr. Smith left for the elevator, closely followed by the robot.
They met Penny just stepping off, who said, "Hi Dr. Smith!!!"
Dr. Smith mumbled "hi indeed"
Still muttering, descended to the lower deck with the robot in tow. Penney just shrugged. Dr. Smith was in one of his moods again, it seemed.
As Don and her father hunched over the controls, talking quietly, Will came over to her. His eyes bulged as he took in his sister in her tight suit. Her breasts strained at the material, and he could see the indentation of her vulva.
Her hips were well curved, and the material of the suit hugged her shapely ass. Will also noticed the lines of her panties, clearly visible. From the lines, Will guessed that they were silken briefs. He felt a stirring, knowing it was wrong but unable to help himself. As a 13 old boy with a developing sexuality, the only females around were his two sisters and mother.
Penny, for her part, enjoyed teasing her younger brother, though only in an innocent way.
Looking at Will, she said, "What do think, a real beauty, right?"
She was turned away from him, looking back over her shoulder, one hand on her firm
Will gulped, recovered his voice, and said, "Mom is going to kill you... and the lines of your underpants show..."
Penny's brown eyes flashed. "They do not!!! and Mom said it was ok!!"
She turned her head around, looking over her shoulder, trying to see her ass to see if what Will had said was true. She hated panty lines! She was wearing white silken briefs and suntan pantyhose under her tight spacesuit -- that should have given her a grown-up smooth look like Judy had.
Will came around behind her and traced the outlines of her underpants with his index fingers. Even the half moon seam at the crotch of her panties showed through.
"OH!!!" said Penny, "Will Robinson, you stop that!!!"
She felt a brief shudder of pleasure run through her as Will touched her. Will leaned his crotch into her tightly packed bottom and felt himself grow firm. Penny, protected by layers of taunt, silky material, turned and tousled his hair.
"You're such a child," she said teasingly.
She went forward to talk to her Father and Don. Will looked after her and smiled.
The Jupiter 2 was in luck. John Robinson had followed up on a long range contact and it had turned out to be a small, habitable planet with a oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere. Gravity was lower than Earth standard, but that would not be a major problem.
"Don," Professor Robinson said, "plot a course for that small world in sector 7"
He stood up and folded his arms, looking out the view port windows.
Don, looking up from his seat, said, "Plotting new course...coming to heading 345, mark
6...should we prepare for crash landing?"
John Robinson just glared at him, not amused by the joke. He had to admit that the
Jupiter 2's batting average of "soft" landings was not very high.
Turning to his daughter and Will, he said, "Will, Penny.... go below and tell the others to strap in. We should be firing our retro's within a half hour. Prepare for soft landing".
The children did as they were bid, and as they left the flight deck, Dr. Robinson noted his daughter's tight spacesuit. He would have to talk to Maureen about that when he had the time. He was not the only to notice Penny's curves. From his seat in front of the controls, Don stared after the departing girl. Judy was going to have some competition around here, he thought. He smiled inwardly at the thought of the two nubile young women kneeling down naked in front of him. Shaking his head of such pleasant thoughts, he turned his attention back to the controls.
The planet slowly grew in the view port. It was a small world, and as they approached the terminator to its night side, they could see no artificial light. This confirmed the computers' read out that there were no higher life forms on the planet. There were minimal power readings and indications of buildings, however, but it seemed the planet had been deserted.
Entering the atmosphere, the Jupiter 2 spiraled down quickly, and extended her
landing struts to one quarter deployed. They would make use of the main hatch while on the planet. The touchdown was soft, and the family joined Don and John on the flight deck.
"I want everyone to stay close to the ship", Professor Robinson said, "The planet appears deserted, but we must take precautions".
"And how long do we expect to be on this dreary ball of mud?" asked Dr. Smith.
Professor Robinson looked at Don and smiled,
"Major, with Dr. Smith's help, how long will repairs take?"
Don looked up and grinned. "With his help, a month. Without, about 10 days".
The family broke up in laughter.
Dr. Smith said, "BAAAAH!!! I must have a nap!" he then retreated to his
Maureen also left for the lower deck to prepare the campsite and get the things they would need while on the planet.
Judy was looking at Will and Penny, and frowning at Penny's clingy spacesuit. She was used to having all the attention, and she didn't relish Don looking at anyone else's curves but her own.
Her own spacesuit was snug, as were her everyday planetary clothes. She fumed silently.
"Will, Penny, she said, "listen to what dad said-- don't you children get into any trouble".
Penny bristled at Judy's words -- she wasn't a child! Judy would learn that there was another grown-up women along on this trip.
Will asked, "Can we all go outside and explore some? We've been in the ship for weeks."
John Robinson said, "Robot, what do your sensors say?"
The robot reported that there were no life forms in the immediate area and that it was
safe to dis-embark.
Dr. Robinson said, "All right, Will. But you and Penny go together, and take
the robot with you"
He and Don went below to gather the equipment they would need for the repairs, and Judy went along to help.
Once outside the ship, Will and Penny breathed the fresh air.
"Smell's good"!!, said Will.
The planet was rocky, and there looked to be several caves in the near distance from where the ship had touched down. Will suggested they go exploring, to which
Penny readily agreed. There didn't seem to be any danger, and besides, the robot was along and could handle just about any emergency.
After a brief, 15 minute hike, they came to the mouth of the cave. Entering, they found themselves in a long hallway. It appeared to be a complex carved out of the side of the hill. They continued down the hall until being brought up short of a glass partition with a sealed door.
"Robot, is there any danger?" asked Penny.
"Negative," replied the robot. "There is a solar power source in operation 30 meters above our heads, but my sensors indicate no life forms and no functioning equipment".
"What is this place,?" asked Will.
As they peered into the huge room through the glass, they could see numerous androids,
deactivated, who lined the walls. There was a large, box like machine in the center of the room. A metal hood was over the front, from which extended a large conveyer belt. The belt was some 30 yards in length. At evenly spaced intervals, androids stood on either side.
Beside each, were bins that held items that could not yet be seen. At the end of the conveyer belt waited what looked to be baby's crib. At the front of the machine, where
the conveyer belt started, a control panel stood off to the left.
Behind the machine, Will and Penny could see little, as the room was dimly lit.
"It looks like some kind of nursery!", said Penny, placing her hands on her slim thighs.
She touched a panel on the door to the side and it slid open -- antiseptic smells greeted them and the air was cool and sweet -- the room had been hermetically sealed and everything was as fresh as when it had last been used, possibly ages ago.
Lights came on and Will and Penny could see that behind the machine was indeed a large nursery, containing cribs, playpens, washing stations, and everything else an infant
would need.
"This is an automated nursery", said the robot. "My sensors tell me that this facility was a primary care center for the children of this planets' former inhabitants-- touch nothing!"
Will and Penney walked into the room, noticing the polished floor that showed no dust. Upon closer inspection, the androids were humanoid in appearance, with blank plastic faces.
Penny approached the conveyer belt machine and looked into the one of the bins -- it seemed empty at first, but when she looked again she had to smile. The bin contained what looked like disposable diapers of various sizes and plastic pants. She bent down and
picked up a pair of plastic pants.
"See," she said, "nothing here but diapers and plastic pants!" She held the plastic pants up to her trim waist. "Geez," she continued, "these look like they would almost fit!"
Will looked at her and said, "Come on Penny, cut out the clowning!... we've got to go
back and tell dad about this place..."
Penny could see Will was becoming uncomfortable, and her teasing streak came to the
surface. Smiling at him and the robot, Penny stepped into the plastic pants she was holding and drew them up on her legs and onto her hips. The plastic pants crackled, and were bunched out away from her. They were also tight, and Penny could feel the leg
openings cut sharply into the taunt material of her spacesuit where her legs met her buttocks. Penny looked at sight ... a beautiful girl in plastic pants over a tight silver space suit.
She touched her bottom and felt only the plastic. Will gulped, and felt himself grow huge. Seeing his sister posing in plastic pants was a turn on! Penny turned this way and that, bending over and looking at him over her shoulder. Penny smiled and went to
where the control panel was.
"Danger Danger!!!" said the robot, waving his arms "Do not touch the panel. The power source is still in operation!"
Penny looked at the robot and said, "Silly, I wasn't going to touch anything...OK Will, she continued, "Just let me take off these plastic pants and we'll get out of here ... besides, I need to use the bathroom"
She tugged the waistband of her plastic pants down and bent to step out of them.
She was facing away from the control panel, with her head to the front of the conveyer belt. As she bent down to step out of the plastic pants, the curve of her space suited ass made contact with a large button on the control panel.
With a grinding crash, the machine started and the conveyer belt was set in motion. Startled by the noise, Penny fell forward, her legs still confined by her plastic pants. She fell on to the conveyer belt!! Before Will or the robot could make a move, the squirming girl was drawn by the belt under the metal hood.
Will ran to the other side to see Penny emerge. The androids came to life and removed her small silver space boots. Penny screamed and struggled, to no avail. Will reached over to pull his sister off but was stopped by the robot.
"I understand you concern, Will Robinson," he said, "but do not interfere.. Penny is in no immediate danger. The androids are programmed to help, not harm. If you impede them with the device not properly set, serious injury could result!"
Will stopped in mid stride. He watched, fascinated, as Penny was lotioned and powdered, with her space suit still on!!! She kicked her stockinged feet uselessly. She was then on her stomach, with an android rubbing baby oil onto her tight panted ass. The conveyer
belt continued with slow, patient progress.
At the next station, Penny was turned over on her back. Her legs were spread and a
dusting of baby powder applied to her crotch. Her hips were raised and a disposable diaper placed under her.
The diaper was fastened shut and plastic pants were then drawn up her legs over the thick diaper. Penny felt like a pillow had been strapped between her legs!! At the next station, her long, dark hair was put into childish ponytails, and her make-up washed off. A baby
bonnet was tied under her chin. At the final station, a pink flannel sleeper was zippered on her, encasing her in her diaper prison.
At the end of the conveyer belt, she was guided into the waiting crib. The crib top was lowered, locking her in. It was then wheeled to the nursery by an android.
All motion then stopped. The androids returned to their places, and the machine
went silent and still. Will hurried over to the crib and looked down upon his diapered sister.
"Penny!!" he cried, "are you all right?"
Penny blushed beet red in the crib. Underneath her baby clothes, she was still fully
dressed in her tight spacesuit and big girl underwear. She could feel the disposable diaper clinging to her, as if looking for a way to penetrate her grown up clothes and grip their intended target -- her trim hips and firm bottom. It was if the diaper was seeking out her bare flesh!!! Her hair felt pulled by the tight ponytails, and she started to sweat in the pink footed sleeper.
She squirmed in the confined space of the crib. She touched her thickly diapered and encased ass, as if she could not believe what had been put on her.
"Will!! she cried, "I'm ok...let me out of this baby crib!!"
Will fumbled with the lock as Penny tried to unzip her sleeper. Neither had any success.
"I can seem to turn the locking mechanism", Will said.
"And I can't take this sleeper off!!!" Penny cried.
The robot then came up and said, "The start-up of the nursery has activated a magnetic
locking field. You will not, by yourself, be able to undo anything while you are in here"
Penny gasped in shock, "But I'm in diapers!!!"
she struggled even harder with the zipper but it moved not one inch.
"Robot," said Will "if we leave the nursery, will Penny be able to remove her diapers?"
"Affirmative, said the Robot, "provided the androids let you leave. My computers are attempting to analyze the workings of the nursery. I compute the task will take 48 hours"
Hearing this, Penny said, "But I can't stay here 48 hours in diapers, trapped in a nursery. What could be more humiliating?"
The answer to her question was not long in coming. Penny's bladder felt full, and
her recent ordeal had not helped matters. She started to squirm in the crib.
"OH Will, she cried, "I've got to pee!! you have to get me out of here!!"
Will and the Robot tried, but after half an hour, had to admit defeat. Penny was becoming desperate!!! She tried to hold it, but was losing the battle. She rolled this way and that,
screaming in the crib. Finally, she could hold it no more. Laying on her stomach, her hands gripping the bars of the crib, 15 year old Penny Robinson wet herself.
In utter humiliation, she felt her urine stream out of her. Her white silken briefs became
soaked, and her pantyhose did little to contain the flow. She felt urine dripping down her panty hosed legs, forming a pool in the bottom of her footed sleeper. Her nylon encased feet became extremely wet. All this went on invisible to the outside world.
The diaper over her clothes seemed to press tighter against her crotch. Penny moaned in utter shame, her tears falling like rain. She had wet her self like a little baby!!! She was supposed to be becoming a young women, learning about love and life -- she was
not supposed to lying in a crib with wet underwear hugging her loins and a tight diaper only inches away from her raw flesh!!!
Alarm bells were ringing. Before anyone could say anything, they heard the diaper machine turn on. Androids were wheeling the crib to the front of the conveyer belt, and the top was opened.
"Will, Penny cried, "do something!!!"
The wet girl was unzipped by an android out her sleeper. Her baby bonnet was taken
off and her plastic pants removed. Her diaper was then undone.
Will and the Robot stood by, helpless to do anything. They looked
at Penny being lifted out of the crib. Her tight spacesuit was
urine stained at the crotch and seat. Her stockinged feet were
She was placed on the conveyer belt and no amount of struggling helped. She disappeared under the metal hood.
Will and the Robot watched as she came out the other side. Her space suit
had been unzipped, and her bare shoulders and lace bra were displayed. Penny was mortified. She was going to be completely undressed by these androids -- Will was going to see her naked!!!
As she blushed beat red, her space suit was peeled off her, leaving the girl clad only in her wet underwear. She kicked her shapely nyloned legs, but they were quickly seized and held immobile. Will watched with growing excitement as Penny's lace bra was removed. Penny tried to cover her budding breasts from view, but her hands were pinned at her side.
This can't be happening to me, her mind screamed.
She continued down the conveyer belt on her back, passed from one iron grip to another.
Her hands were then free, and an android started to pull off her wet pantyhose. Penny gripped the waistband of her hose, and a brief tug of war ensued. She noticed that the conveyer belt slowed almost to a stop as this went on.
It was not a battle she could win, however, and she felt her hands once again gripped.
Her pantyhose was then removed, quickly followed by her silken underpants. Will watched this last with grim satisfaction, his earlier supposition about the nature of his sister's underpants confirmed.
"Hang on Penny, he cried, "it's almost over!!!"
Penny barely heard his shout. She was naked!!! Stark naked in this crazy nursery!!! She was lifted up and placed in a basin filled with warm water. She was then scrubbed from head to toe, even her hair. She was lifted up, and the basin slid out from underneath her.
She continued helplessly down the conveyer belt and knew what was coming. She struggled harder, desperately trying to get off the conveyer belt. She was not going to let herself be really diapered!!!
Will watched his naked sister struggle, her small firm breasts and ass nicely displayed as she twisted about. He had a raging hard-on, and despite feeling sympathy and concern for his sister, he also felt incredibly turned on!!
Penny turned her head and saw him and she again flushed beat red, seen nude by her
younger brother. She was rolled over, and lotion was now being applied to her bare ass. She felt the baby powder being sprinkled and then was turned over on her back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the disposable diaper come into view.
"No No No, she cried "get it away from me!!!!"
Penny couldn't imagine such a horrible garment touching her skin. A diaper next to her ass? never!!!! However, she couldn't stop the androids as they lifted her hips and slid the hideous disposable diaper under her. Her ass came down on the thirsty pads and she
felt almost an electric shock-- the diaper was touching her sensitive flesh!!! the tapes were fastened and Penny Robinson found herself wearing only a disposable diaper.
The diaper was kissing her, claiming her ass as if in revenge for being denied earlier. It was so uncomfortable!!! Penny squirmed. She was used to tight nylon and silk underpants caressing her flesh, not a diaper made of plastic!! Plastic pants were drawn up her legs and over her diaper. The waist band sawed into her sensitive middle, and the leg openings cut deeply into her legs where they met her bottom.
She tried to reach around and ease the soreness, but was not allowed to!! A see through babydoll top was placed on her, the hem not even reaching the waistband of her plastic pants. Her wet hair was combed back and braided into pigtails. A fresh crib awaited her journey's end, and once again she was deposited in it. The crib was wheeled back to the nursery, and once again everything fell silent. Only the sound of the sobbing girl could
be heard in the nursery.
Will came over and looked down at this diapered sister, helpless to do anything. He noticed with interest the tantalizing way her breasts pressed against the wispy babydoll top.
Penny sat up in the crib, her hands going to the waistband of her plastic pants. She tried to pull them down ... they didn't budge one inch!!! In fury, she struggled harder, desperately tying to remove the hated baby clothes. Although the garments moved on her, when she tried to remove them they seemed to freeze.
"Spare your efforts Miss Penny, said the Robot "you will not be able to remove your diapers or plastic pants. A sophisticated computer is in operation projecting a magnetic lock field to prevent such action. Until I can re-program the nursery computer, you must remain it's prisoner"
"But I don't want to wear diapers!!!!" yelled Penny.
She was sitting up in the crib, her legs straight out in front of her. Her plastic pants had created an airtight seal, and her confined flesh could not breath. Her ass was rubbed sore from the friction of the disposable diaper -- her struggles making the plastic bite deeply.
As her confined flesh broke out into a sweat, the perspiration could find no release. The diaper inside the pretty girls plastic pants become hot and clammy, and Penny could do
nothing about it -- her diapers were on to stay!
Penny began to have a tantrum in the crib, rolling on her stomach, kicking her legs, and pounding her fists into the plastic covered mattress of the crib. Will looked down upon her and remembered that only hours ago, she was posing for him in her tight space suit, every delicious curve hugged by the sleek nylon of her pantyhose.
Now that same girl was nearly unrecognizable, diapered and in plastic pants, her hair in pig tails. As Penny lay crying in her crib, Will heard a noise and looked up to see Judy coming through the nursery door.
She had changed out of her sleek silver space suit and was wearing an extremely tight pair of yellow pants with a red and yellow pull over blouse. Her feet were tucked into yellow boots with low cut sides. Her long blond hair spilled down her back, and she looked every inch the curvy, vivacious, and sexy 18 year old girl that she was.
"Will, she cried, "what is this place? and where is Penny -- Mom and Dad are looking for you and you two are in hot water!!"
Just then she spied Penny confined to the crib.
"Oh...my.....God....., she said. "This is absolutely precious. My grown up little sister, so refined, so sure of herself... I find her diapered in a crib, wearing plastic pants, her hair in pig tails!! This is rich!!!"
Penny was mortified to be seen in diapers by her big sister. She was helpless to do
"Please Judy, don't make fun off me, it's just too unbearable!!!"
Judy reached down into the crib to pat the baby girl on the head,
"Watts the matter, wittle girl, Judy said in baby talk, "can't you sleep? maybe we should get you a bottle..."
Penny hung her head in utter shame. Suddenly, an android sprang to life and began to wheel the crib towards the glass partition. The others followed the confined girl. Judy saw with delight that the rest of the family had arrived and were coming down the hallway.
They stopped short in shock, seeing Penny in diapers. The crib was set directly in front of the partition. Judy, Will, and the Robot went through the door to meet the family.
"Will, shouted John Robinson, "what the devil is going on? what's happened to Penny?
He stared in total disbelief at his nubile daughter, diapered in the crib. He remembered her in her tight space suit, and had trouble reconciling the two images. Maureen was beside herself -- Whatever was going on, that was her baby in there!!! She tried the door and found it locked!!!
"I compute that the door will not open until after the visitation is over", said the Robot.
The others turned to stare at him.
"The computer than runs this nursery has deducted that the baby's family has come to see her, and so she is now on display. When the number outside the viewing gallery is decreased, the door will then open"
John Robinson had had enough and exploded in his Calm but severe manner, "Will someone tell me what's going on and explain why my 15 year old daughter is in diapers and plastic pants, confined to a nursery!!!??"
Will and the Robot quickly explained what had happened, and the family then turned shocked towards the glass partition.
Inside the nursery, Penny looked through the bars of her crib and saw her family looking in at her. Her hot diapers had become almost unbearable, but the humiliation she felt now was even more so. She felt like a newborn, being viewed for the first time by her proud parents!!! Her entire family was witnessing her shame.
She noted with a stab of hatred that Judy was enjoying herself immensely. She was secure in her tight pants and adulthood, while Penny was diapered. Will, the Robot, and Dr. Smith turned away and went down the hallway. The others were then able to enter the nursery.
"Penny, said her mother "are you all right???"
Penny could do nothing but bury her head in her baby blanket.
Her father looked down and said, "Don't worry darling, Don and I will figure out a way to get you out of here"
He reached in a gave her shoulder a squeeze. He and Don went to the control panel to try to puzzle out the diaper machines' secrets. Maureen went to the crib, and found that she
could open the barred top. She helped a grateful Penny out of the crib, who collapsed sobbing into her mother's arms.
"Mommy, she wailed, "these diapers are so uncomfortable...! that machine took away my clothes!!"
Maureen hugged the crying girl and tried to sooth her. Almost by instinct, her hands went
to the waistband of Penny's diapers. She put her fingers inside the plastic pants, feeling for wetness. Penny blushed beat red. Her mother was checking her diapers!!!
"Mother!!!! cried Penny, "I'm not a baby!!!!"
Maureen felt her anger rise. Now that she knew her daughter was safe, she
could turn her attention elsewhere.
"Oh no? she said. "that diaper and plastic panty tell me
Penny whirled away, her babydoll nightie flying, her diapered ass on full display. Judy walked over and grabbed her arm. She was led protesting to a high chair, where Judy made her sit. The locking tray was put in place.
Penny looked up at her smug sister and said, "You can't do this to me, you bitch!!!"
Her mother came over and said, "You watch your language young lady, or I'll wash your mouth out with soap!!!" Turning towards Judy, Maureen said, "And as for you, don't think I don't know what's going on...stop tormenting your sister or face the consequences!"
Judy looked at Penny with a glare, and walked over to where her father and Don were. At this point, Will came back into the nursery and joined his father at the control panel. His father looked down at him and smiled, tousling his hair.
"The machine and computer are most sophisticated, Don was saying "It seems that this planets' inhabitants had some form of telepathy and machine intelligence. Notice Penny's diapers, for instance. What are the chances that an alien culture, however humanoid, would develop the same garments for babies that we have on Earth? No, I think this computer can somehow tap into minds and then manufacture the proper garments for the race using it. Some sort of teleportation or matter transmitter must be used to deliver the needed garments. Remember, this culture had space travel and most likely had contact with other life forms. God knows what other automated facilities this planet has in tucked
away places -- it was just Penny's misfortune to find a nursery"
Professor Robinson took all this in and said, "That's all well and good Don, but how do we proceed? – the Robot said it would take 48 hours to figure this thing out".
Don smiled and said, "Well, the Robot may be smart, but he's not human. These
settings here, -- he indicated a bank of dials -- "seem to deal with setting the age of the....customer..." he finished lamely.
Professor Robinson looked at the panel and said, "If we can increase the settings for age, maybe the nursery will let Penny go with us ... right now, it seems to think she's a
"My thoughts exactly, said Don, flipping several switches. "I think that will do it -- We can over ride all androids except those on the line. We start up the machine on manual, let Penny go through, and see what happens -- they'll be no danger, I'm sure of that. The worse that will happen is she'll get her diapers changed".
Judy had stood by, taking all this in. She had taken notice where the settings had been, and where they had been moved to. Her father had led Penny to the front of the conveyer belt. Penny could not look her sister in the eye. Her diapers itched her ass terribly, but it would do no good to scratch. She was forced to waddle, because the diapers would not let her close her legs.
The machine was started up and before she got in, she asked her father, Will and Don to turn their backs. They obliged and Penny was on her way.
The machine took Penny in and after several moments, the men heard Maureen exclaim,
"Oh my goodness!!"
They turned to see Penny dressed like a six year old!!! she was wearing a short blue sailor dress, white cotton tights, and childish white cotton underpants. The hem of
the dress came barely to the waistband of her tights. Her underpants were on full display! On her feet were black Mary Jane shoes. Her long dark hair was still in pig tails, held in place by blue ribbons.
Under other circumstances, Penny would have died of shame. However, anything was better than diapers!!! She placed her hands on her ass, feeling her cotton panties under the
childish tights. She whirled around, giving everybody more than a generous view of her panties.
Will was almost beside himself. He felt almost dizzy. Seeing his sister dressed as a little girl with her grown up proportions was almost as exciting as seeing her in diapers. He enjoyed seeing her panties.
While the family gathered around Penny, complimenting her on her dress, Judy stood
by and stewed. Penny was still the center of attention!! In a flush of anger, she changed the dials back to the previous setting. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she pushed a large blue button on the bottom of the panel, the one Don had said was the "reset" button. If Penny wanted to be the center of attention, so be it.
She jumped back as the machine whirled to life again and exclaimed, "Dad, the machine came on again by itself!!!"
Penny looked over and felt a stab of fear. Androids from the wall started to move towards her. Her father, Will, and Don tried to intervene but were held immobile by other androids. Penny, showing a great deal of cotton panty, turned to the side as if to hide. Her hands nervously played with them hem of her short dress, raising it even higher.
However, the androids went past her, paying her no attention. They advanced towards Judy, who tried to run. She was quickly caught and conducted to the front of the machine.
"Oh no you don't, exclaimed the girl in the tight yellow pants, "I'm not being reduced to diapers!!"
Despite her words, Judy was placed screaming on the belt. She went under the metal
hood, and when she came out, her tight pants were down around her
knees. She was on her stomach, and the gathered family members had a good view of her shapely, nyloned encased ass.
Judy squirmed and tried to kick her legs, but because of her lowered pants, found this impossible. Her yellow boots were removed and then her pull over blouse. Her lace bra followed, and her shapely breasts spilled out. Don, held in place, was impressed. Judy now wore only suntan pantyhose.
"Naughty, Naughty, Judy, said Penny, watching with glee. "You're not wearing any panties!!"
So that's how she maintains her smooth look Penny thought. Judy kicked her nyloned legs, still on her stomach. The conveyer belt stopped and Judy was pulled off by an android. A chair materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, and the android was then seated. It took the struggling Judy over it's knee and began spanking her shapely, pantyhosed ass with a wooden spoon.
Whack! Whack! Whack Whack! Whack! again and again, the spoon came down, and the nyloned girl could only lay there and squirm, kicking her shapely, pantyhosed legs.
Judy yelled, "Owwwwwwwwww!!!!! I'm sorry! I'll be good!! please don't
spank me anymore!!!.
Her composure was gone, and her hair a mess. Her make-up was running and she didn't look like a young, beautiful women who was in control. Rather, she looked like a
wayward child, getting her just deserts! Judy blushed deep red over her predicament.
The android let her up and she tried to make a run for it. In just her pantyhose, the crying girl ran for the nursery door. However, her nyloned feet slipped on the smooth, polished floor, and Judy felt her legs go out from under her.
She was then sliding on her pantyhosed ass over the slippery surface, coming to rest in a tangle of slick, sleek nylon.
Androids were at once upon her, and she was brought back to the place where she had originally left the conveyer belt. The waistband of her hose was then grabbed, and the girl soon found herself naked.
An android with clipping shears began shaving her long blond locks off.
"My beautiful hair, Judy exclaimed, "oh no!!!
With a new crew cut, looking awful, Judy proceeded naked down the belt. The rest of the family could only look on. An enema bag was hooked up and Judy felt her ass penetrated. Fluid gushed into her taunt stomach, swelling it to three times its normal size!!!
Judy looked and felt like she 9 months pregnant!!! she felt bloated, like a beached whale. With a start, she realized that even if they were returned to her, her tight pants would no longer fit! Disposable diapers were now being placed under her hips and taped shut around her swollen middle. A confining rubber bra encased her breasts. Plastic pants were pulled up her legs and over her diapers. Finally, white cotton tights were yanked up over her ass. White baby shoes were placed on her feet. A blue sailors dress, identical to Penny's, completed the outfit. Judy was wearing the baby version of Penny's little girl outfit!!
A baby bonnet to cover her almost bald head was the final touch. The conveyer belt stopped. Judy rolled off the belt and onto her feet. Her eyes were glazed. She had to waddle and the thick diaper hugged her shapely ass like it was never going to let go.
Her swollen stomach felt the pressure of its contents.
"I've been diapered!!! she cried, "Where are my clothes? I'm bald!!! Ohh!! what was done to me!!! she sobbed. "I've been made into a baby!!!".
Her stomach rumbled, and unable to help herself, the girl filled her diapers, right in front of her mother, father, brother, sister, and boyfriend!!!
Judy fell to the floor and began kicking and sobbing wildly. Her mother, a practical
women, sighed and began the age old ritual of changing her baby's diaper.
Epilogue, two weeks later
The Jupiter 2 was still under repair, John and Don taking the opportunity to do a full overhaul. Camp had been set up, and the family was prepared to stay for several weeks.
Don was talking to Maureen, Penny, and Will on the lower deck.
"What I think happened was that the machine was picking up our thoughts, translating our feelings into actions. We all suspected that Judy had turned on the machine again, and we all felt angry. The nursery computer just put those feelings into a context that it understood".
Don left to join the rest of the adults on the flight deck. Penny jumped down from the table where she had been sitting. As she did so, Will were treated to the sight of the girls' white cotton vest, tucked snugly into a matching pair of panties. She was wearing an extremely short yellow dress with black Mary Jane shoes.
The constant exposure of her white cotton underpants were a source of delight for Will,
who looked on. After Judy's diaper had been changed, The nursery had conjured up a virtual wardrobe of little girl clothes. Penny, upon returning to the ship, had found to her dismay that all her adult clothes had been missing, replaced by a new wardrobe. Her
silken panties, her pantyhose, her dresses, her tight space suits -- everything was gone.
The nursery computer was far more powerful than even Don had suspected. Penny had found her drawers filled with cotton panties of every variety, color, and style. The rumba panties were the cutest and the ones she wore most now.
There were also tights and cotton vests. Her closet was filled with all sorts of little girl dresses and a wide variety of children's shoes. There were even frilly party dresses. Her
lingerie drawer, formerly filled by racy nightys, was now filled with a large assortment of short babydoll nightgowns.
Judy had found much the same thing, only her grown-up clothes had been
replaced by diapers, plastic pants, bibs, and sleepers. Maureen had decided to teach the girls a lesson, and each wore what was in their closets. Penny missed her grown up clothes, her silken panties and pantyhose, but compared to Judy she knew she was
Penny skipped over to the playpen in which Judy was sitting in. Judy wore a disposable diaper, plastic pants, and plain cotton tee-shirt. Scattered about the playpen were various
baby toys and a reminder of her predicament.
The adult clothes that had been taken from her that day in the nursery. They now littered the playpen floor. Judy shifted her weight in the pen, tugging at her uncomfortable disposable diapers. She had developed a good case of diaper rash. Freedom and comfort were only inches away in the form of her tight pants and pantyhose, but she knew they were off limits.
As Will looked on at Pennys white cotton panties, Penny got a bottle from the galley and went to feed the baby. Judy looked up dully from the playpen. It wasn't fair!! she was not a baby!!!
"Come on Judy, said Penny, "it's time you were fed"
Penny smiled down upon her diapered older sister. Judy angrily snatched
the bottle from Penny, twisted off the lid and threw the contents all over the front of Penny's dress.
"Oh! I'm soaked!! cried Penny. "That's it, bedtime for you, naughty girl!!"
Judy moaned inwardly. Her flash of temper had only earned her the punishment of being put to bed early!! Penny stepped out of her soaked dress and stood there in her childish
underwear, presenting a charming sight. Her short white socks nicely complimented her Mary Jane shoes. Her white cotton underpants were tight, and stretched tautly across her shapely ass and curvy hips. The white cotton vest tended to flatten her chest, and was tucked in to the waistband of the juvenile panties.
Will looked on with delight. Penny's modesty had seemed to slip a notch since the incident on the planet. There was no doubt that the experience had changed them all. The little girl panty clad Penny walked over to the playpen, her Mary Jane shoes tapping loudly on the polished deck.
She then led Judy to her cabin by the hand, where the wayward girl was put into a pink sleeper. A crib had replaced her bunk, and the small cabin was decorated as a nursery. Judy moaned in shame as she was placed on her stomach in the crib. Penny fastened the blanket pins, and tuned out the light. She then set the intercom so that any noise Judy madewould be instantly heard.
"Good night, little girl," said Penny, closing the door and plunging the small room into almost total darkness.
Judy squirmed in her hot diapers, sweat breaking out on the top of her nearly bald head. She looked at the cabin's familiar surroundings, now transformed into a new reality. She was diapered, in a sleeper, and confined to her crib in the nursery. Her younger sister was
her babysitter!! The diapered and miserable girl closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, wondering how long this humiliation would last.
Penny joined Will by the galley. He was intensely excited by Penny's current state of undress.
Penny turned to him and smiled teasingly, "Will, would you read me a story?"
Will could only nod and followed Penny to her cabin. Smiling, she pulled off her cotton
vest, exposing her small, shapely breasts. Will gulped, feeling himself grow huge. He took a seat and Penny came over in just her panties with shoes and socks. She sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck, snuggling her head against his chest.
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Sensitivity of tropical carbon to climate change constrained by carbon dioxide variabilityby Peter Cox and 6 co-authors.
Their new modeling concluded that the Amazon forest will keep on growing throughout the 21st century, mostly due to the fertilization by carbon dioxide that is going to beat all hypothetical negative terms that some people may want to associate with CO2 or anything else (fires, release of carbon induced by warming, and so on).
It's great that some of these researchers in Earth sciences are slowly learning what an intelligent child knows before she leaves the kindergarten: that plants eat carbon dioxide as their food and given a sufficient access to water and a sufficiently high temperature, the availability of this nutrient is by far the most important factor that decides about the growth of plants.
The new paper is a sign of a good development especially because the lead author, Peter Cox, was also the leader of a team that published a 2000 paper in Nature that bizarrely predicted that "global warming"-related phenomena would actually shrink the amount of carbon stored in the Amazon forest.
The amount of carbon that will be added to the Amazon forest by 2100 is a multiple of tens or hundreds of billions of tons. It's estimated that one Celsius degree of warming releases 53 ± 17 gigatons of carbon to the atmosphere but this individual term is unobservable because it's added to – and beaten by – much larger positive terms related to fertilization.
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After 4 years, the new largest known prime number was found. It is a Mersenne prime with more than 17 million digits. The progress from the previous one doesn't look spectacular – four years ago, the record holder had almost 13 million digits.
Next week, a 45-meter asteroid will fly near Earth, just 17,000 miles away from us. This large or larger asteroid gets this close just twice or thrice a century.
A common ancestor of squirrels and humans is claimed to be found and it looks more like a squirrel. ;-) I am a bit skeptical about claims such as "this is it" because there seem to be too many other options in these detailed questions about the tree of evolution.
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Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by Alienesse, Feb 18, 2012.
here's my two...
just over 3 years old, quiet and peaceful cat who loves snuggles and relaxing...
and Amber...
8 months old demon who chases anything that moves, or doesn't move... meows a lot and needs constant attention lol
Here's my kitty lying on her back, together with her mum and orange brother, when she was 3 or 4 days old (summer before last):
Same scene with flash
I have ever since learned (what you must all know) that it is impossible to take good photos of cats -other than purely by chance.
She was registered at age 12 weeks and the code in her ear gave me a name for her: Füb
foot-stool & cat-stool.
On top of the book case.
Of course she has a cardboard box (which apparently is better than any cat-bed, blanket, pillow or lap I can provide)
Thanks for all the nice pictures in this thread
What an awesome shot!
All these pictures make me think my cat needs a friend. Too bad she would try to kill it.
Some very nice pictures,
I cant have cats in my suite (Rental agreement), plus I'm allergic.
but do ever think there expression is saying F*cking stupid humans, one you wait the planet is ours.)
When you posted it before, that pic reminded me of something else I'd seen a while back. This is the something else.
^ "The something else" is awesome!
Haha that's totally what Comet did! Ridiculous cats.
I likes 'em.
Quite true.
How sweet!
I see that kitties around the world have a common passion: the cardboard box! Needless to say, mine are quite taken with cardboard boxes themselves.
Again, I'll have to pat myself on the back for starting this thread because it's making me very happy.
Here is a fun shot of Perro
He has two brothers. They were all born feral in our backyard-- a litter of five, but only three made it to adulthood. They live outside. Their mother was a great hunter, and sometimes unfortunately, so are they.
This one is named Curious. They were named by my niece and the kids next door. There never was a cat that deserved the name more. If he had thumbs, he would win a Nobel Prize.
Star Trek kitty likes Cardassians
And it's soooo true about boxes. I always wondered why cats love them so much.
Lovely cats everyone!
I want the doll!
And the cute kitty.
You all know my Spock, I suppose
Some more Birman beauty! This is one of my Birman's kittens, who happened to inherit her aristocratic genes.
Aww, beautiful colours.
I still don't understand how it's possible to take photographs of cats in the first place! -but, yeah: those are fantastic!
I know, mine never stays still long enough, or finds some way to move and ruin it.
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Artwork by 98 candidates for the Bachelor of Fine Arts degree at the Kansas City Art Institute was on view at the Artspace. In connection with the exhibition, art history and creative writing students read from "Compendium 2010," an anthology of their writings and images, on May 14.
With work installed throughout the Artspace — in the main gallery and also on the upper level — this invitational exhibition includes work from all departments at KCAI, including animation, art history, ceramics, creative writing, digital filmmaking, fiber, graphic design, interdisciplinary arts, painting, photography, printmaking and sculpture. (Pictured: "Korean Luncheon," Mihwa Im, senior, ceramics, porcelain.)
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For the fifth time since opening in 1999, the H&R Block Artspace at the Kansas City Art Institute presented an exhibition in partnership with the Charlotte Street Foundation. This year's exhibition, "The 2009 Charlotte Street Foundation Visual Artist Awards," featured new work by fellows Dylan Mortimer, Jaimie Warren and Andrzej Zielinski.
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From Ink to Plates to Media, Graphic Communications Products are Just A Click Away at New Agfa Pitman E-Store
By: Press Release | Agfa
Click! You bought some ink. Click! You purchased five rolls of Duratex scrim vinyl banner. With the launch of the new Agfa Pitman E-Store, replenishing printing equipment and consumables is fast and easy. The site (shop.agfapitman.com), built in response to feedback from customers yearning for a more robust online shopping experience, provides customer-focused features and functionality that are unique to the graphic communications industry.
Thousands of different items from Agfa Pitman and its world-class partners such as 3M, DuPont, Epson, HP and more can be purchased easily and securely from the new Agfa Pitman E-Store online at shop.agfapitman.com.
"The new E-Store's unique navigation and search tools provide an intuitive shopping experience for customers. We are the first graphic communications company to launch an e-commerce site that has this level of innovation and functionality for the customer," said Deborah Hutcheson, Director of Marketing, Agfa Pitman. "Customers can shop online 24/7, view inventory levels, search by manufacturer, color, size or product type and order their graphic communications supplies all from one source."
The Agfa Pitman E-Store features a content-rich shopping experience. Customers can securely save their profile so shipping information automatically populates for new orders. Registered users can review orders, view the status of invoices and reorder quickly since order history is accessible.
"We're leveraging new e-commerce technologies so products can be found intuitively and with just one click. The E-Store is easily searchable by item number, purchase order number, by keyword or by attribute, such as manufacturer. Customers can, of course, also continue to access their Agfa Pitman sales representatives if they choose," Hutcheson added.
The new Agfa-Pitman E-Store services customers in the United States, including Alaska and Hawaii. For more information and to tour the E-Store, visit shop.agfapitman.com.


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Watch David Lynch and Interpol's new short animaed film, as shown on stage during Interpol's Coachella performance. It's one part gorgeous Lynch brain butter and one part an all-too-precious "art" metaphor.
According to COS the animation, titled I Touch A Red Button Man, reportedly "deepens the layers of covert surveillance and questions the fine line between the viewer and voyeur." So that's good, we guess. Apparently there's lots more to come from this collaboration, but for now enjoy the animated short that accompanied Interpol's performance of "Lights" on stage at Coachella.


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Drive [2011] (BLU)
Nicolas Winding Refn
Ryan Gosling stars as a Hollywood stunt driver for movies by day and moonlights as a wheelman for criminals by night. Though a loner by nature, "Driver" can't help falling in love with his beautiful neighbor Irene (Carey Mulligan), a young mother dragged into a dangerous underworld by the return of her ex-convict husband. After a heist goes wrong, Driver finds himself driving defense for the girl he loves, tailgated by a syndicate of deadly serious criminals (Albert Brooks and Ron Perlman). Soon he realizes the gangsters are after more than the bag of cash and is forced to shift gears and go on the offense.
Product Details
- Starring: Ryan Gosling, Albert Brooks, Cary Mulligan, Bryan Cranston, Christina Hendricks, Ron Perlman
- Format: Color, Widescreen
- Language: English
- Subtitles: English, Spanish
- Aspect Ratio: 2.40:1
- Number of Discs: 1
- Rating: R
- Label: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
- Release Date: 01/31/2012
- Run Time: 100 minutes
- Catalogue #: 39232
Special Features
- I Drive: The Driver
- Driver and Irene: The Relationship
- Under the Hood: Story
- Cut to the Chase: Stunts
- Drive Without A Driver: Interview With Nicolas Winding Refn Documentary


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A World Without Silos
A World Without Silos
Commencement remarks of U.S Secretary of Education Arne Duncan at Morgan State UniversityBaltimore, Maryland
Thank you, Bears, for that welcome! I am so glad to join you here because today we get to do something which should happen more often in education. Today, we get to celebrate success.
It's been a year of many triumphs for Morgan's students. For the second year in a row, Morgan State's team won the HBCU Honda academic quiz challenge, besting teams from 48 HBCUs. The brilliant captain of the Honda All Stars, Craig Cornish, is heading to Princeton on a full-ride to get a Ph.D in History.
The acrobatic, gravity-defying Cheer Bears won the MEAC cheer title for the third year rowand even managed to come in third nationally.
Senior Christian Kameni became the 131st MSU student or faculty member to become a Fullbright Scholar. That cements MSU's leadership as the university that has produced more Fullbright Scholars than any HBCU in the nation.
And Professor Yacob Astatke, an MSU alum, became the first African-American and the first faculty member from an HBCU to win the National Outstanding Teacher Medal from the America Society for Engineering.
Those are just a few of the headline-grabbing triumphs of the past year. But to every one of the more than 1,200 graduates who are earning their baccalaureate, masters, or Ph.D degree today, congratulations on your triumph and personal journey to reach this day.
No one is born with a college degree in their hand. You have to earn it, and you have to work for it. Now that you have it, it can never, ever be taken away from you.
So congratulations go to each and every one of you on this moment of passage and accomplishment. You have reached this day because of your resilience, tenacity, and talent. You have reached this day by overcoming challenges and adversity.
It's doubly impressive when young people are the first in their family to earn a college degree.
Can every graduate who is the first in their family to get a bachelor's degree or graduate degree, please put your hand up? And please, keep your hands up.
Now, could every graduate who either worked while they earned a degree, or came back to MSU to complete their degree after taking a break from their educationcould you also put up your hands?
I see a lot of students' hands in the air. Please give them all a round of applause.
The parents and relatives, partners, spouses, children and friends of the graduates were among the few who didn't have their hands up a moment ago. But it is so important to recognize their contribution.
As much as anyone, the friends, the family membersyour support systemhelped our graduates realize the American Dream. They have helped you demonstrate that, in America, education is still the great equalizer for so many people.
I was thrilled to hear that a mother and her daughter are both earning their bachelors' degrees today.
Ms. Beulah Lewis is getting a BA in Child Care and Consumer Science, and her daughter, Tiye, will be getting her degree in physical therapy. Because they will receive their degrees with their fellow majors, mom will still have the treat of seeing her daughter receive her degreeand vice-versa. When families learn together, good things can happen!
So, to all our graduates, know that your family and the MSU familyfaculty, counselors, coaches, and support staffare immensely proud of you today.
Like the Lewis mother-daughter team, all of you reached this day, not alone, but together. We may fall by ourselves, but we always rise together.
I would urge our graduates to sometime today, please turn to your parents, your relatives, your spouse, your favorite professor, coach, or friend who supported you.
Take their hands. Thank them for encouraging you to realize your dreams. Thank them for helping you reach for a life that will positively impact your family forevernot just today and tomorrow, but literally for generations to come.
Now, if commencements are a time of celebration, they are also a time to take stock of the future. It is a time to ask, what is the next stage of my journey? And now that I have my degree, what do I want to do with my life?
As I thought about how to answer those questions today, I had some humbling recollections of my own graduation.
Two things stand out. To be honest, I can't remember a word of what our distinguished commencement speaker said ... But more important, looking back I realize I really had very little idea of the twists and turns my life would take.
In the midst of that uncertainty, I did learn two valuable lessons in thinking about the future from my teachers, my family, and my mentors.
First, I learned the importance of following your passionand that your ability to adapt and be creative, to skillfully manage the inevitable uncertainty that would comewould in large measure determine one's success in a knowledge-based, global economy.
After college, I went on to fail many times, sometimes in small ways, sometimes spectacularly. But I discovered in the process that failure can be a great teacher if you use it to grow and learnand not as an excuse to fail again, to feel sorry for yourself, or to quit trying.
As President Obama says, you have to persevere in life. You need mental toughness, you need grit, you need determination.
The President says, and I quote, that "whether you start a business, or run for office, or devote yourself to alleviating poverty or hunger, nothing worth doing happens overnight ... We remember Michael Jordan's six championships; we don't remember his nearly 15,000 missed shots ... if you are living your life to the fullest, you will fail, you will stumble ... [But that's no reason] to grow cynical if there are twists and turns on your journey."
In addition to the importance of following your passion, I learned one other lesson: That I should strive to lead a life of consequenceto try to demonstrate my respect and my gratitude to all those who had helped me growing up by working to help others.
I'll tell my own graduation story briefly here, not because it is uniquethough many of the details arebut rather because the lessons I learned are so universal in the information age.
When I graduated from college 26 years ago, it never crossed my mind that I might one day serve in the position I am in todayin fact, I'm not even sure I knew it existed.
I played basketball in college. And I had a brilliant, well-thought out plan for the future: My plan was to play professional basketball.
So, I tried out for the Boston Celtics. And I was promptly cut.
Guess what happened next?
While it broke my heart at the time, it turned out that getting cut from the NBA was a great stroke of luck. One of my college coaches, Tom Thibodeauwho today coaches the Chicago Bullstook pity on me.
To get a coach in Australia to look at me, Tom told him that I was like the superstar Larry Bird but that I was, quote, "better with the ball."
So, I landed on a pro basketball team in Australia, on the other side of the world. And every time I made a mistake on the court, my coach in Australia would roll his eyes and repeat Coach Thibodeau's line like a parrot: "Like Larry Bird, but better with the ball"...
I ended up playing four years in Australia. And the truth is that those four years changed the course of my life. I met my wife there, and we are now blessed with two wonderful children, an eleven-year old daughter and a nine-year old son.
You might think that bouncing around in Australia, playing basketball, was not good preparation for the competitive rigors of the global economy. But that was not my experience.
In fact, on and off the court I had to learn work both independently and in teams. I learned the importance of persistence, of taking responsibility, and the demands of leadership. I learned how to adapt to and thrive in a different culture.
I worked with children who were wards of the state and coached a group of urban aboriginesand my understanding of the world grew.
I learned then, and in later years, how critically important it was to surround oneself not only with a great team but to learn from great mentorsmentors who would always tell me the truth: Not what I wanted to hear, but what I needed to hear.
In short, I had to learn many of the exact same twenty-first century skills that Morgan State seeks to instill in its graduates today to prepare all of you for success in the global job market.
Most of all, I had the chance to pursue my passionand experience the life-altering opportunity to find what you love and stick to it.
In 1992, we moved back to the South Side of Chicago, where I got to pursue a second life passion in a totally different arena. I joined my sister in working at a non-profit foundation that provided the sixth-grade class at a struggling inner-city school with the promise of a college scholarship for students who stayed in school.
For the next six years, our job was to work with those children and their families to help them stay in school and beat the odds.
I was so lucky to have the opportunity to work to advance the cause of educational opportunity. I know that with real opportunity, coupled with support and guidance, we can literally transform the life chances of children from the toughest of backgrounds. Don't let anyone tell you what children can't do if we just give them the chance.
I learned the value of finding your callingof finding what you would get up and do every day, even if you weren't getting a paycheck.
The second, invaluable lesson I learned as I pursued my passion, my career, and built our family, was to strive to live a life of consequence.
You might ask: What does that really mean?
There are, in fact, many ways to lead a life of consequence, to lead a life that is larger than one's self and larger than one's own concerns. There are many ways to give back.
I know that Morgan State prizes service learning and community serviceso many of you are already giving back. That can't stop todayyou are building habits that should last a lifetime.
When you leave here, I hope that one day you will go on to run for office, help an abused child, or aid a struggling serviceman.
I hope that every graduate comes to feel an obligation to be involved in some way in transforming education, so that the young students following in your footsteps go to college and earn their degrees too. Take your education and pay it forward.
I recognize that most of the graduates today are not planning to become classroom teachers. But you can still play an invaluable role in creating real opportunity. Please tutor, join the PTA, coach, run for the school board.
If you are graduating with a business degree, put your managerial and financial expertise to work for the neighborhood school, local non-profit, or a social service agency.
If you are graduating with an architecture degree, put your expertise to work to modernize schools and design classrooms to better support learning and make schools greener.
Now, all of our graduates here today got an MSU education. I know the significance of that, you know the significance, and the world understands it as well. And frankly, I don't think any of you will be surprised by my advice to follow your passion and lead a life of consequence.
In fact, from the day you first stepped foot on campus, your professors, your advisors, your coaches, and President Wilson have all drummed into you those twin messages of commitment and caring.
And they haven't just preached the virtues of commitment and caringthey have practiced them. They have walked the walk.
How many of you were surprised the first time when President Wilson sat down beside you in the dining hall to ask about your experience at Morgan State?
How many of you remember seeing President Wilson stooping down on the campus to pick up papers, bottles, or cans and depositing litter in the trash? Dr. Wilson never lets his hard-earned Ph.D get in the way of modeling small acts of kindness and respect. In fact, they help define who he is as a man.
At MSU, the president, the faculty, and the support staff are almost like a second family to many students. They provide the unique, personalized support that only HBCUs provide for students of color.
MSU tracks students' progress from the moment they set foot on campus. If a student doesn't do well on a quiz or test, a counselor calls to make sure they are taking advantage of all the support services that MSU provides. President Wilson unapologetically calls it "intrusive intervention," coupled with care and support.
I love that phraseand more important, I love the work and commitment it speaks to. It is a key strategy for boosting graduation and retention rates.
In fact, in the most recent year of data, the one-year retention rate of MSU freshmen in 2010 increased five percentage points to 72 percentor nearly three-quarters of incoming students.
The Morgan Mile is another fantastic example of a community-based partnership that gives faculty and students an opportunity to take book learning and transform it into hands-on learning and public service.
Within a one mile radius of the campus in northeast Baltimore, MSU has committed to a partnership with the business community, the faith-based community, and local schools to apply its research and resources to local challenges.
That's the right role for a public, urban research university. You must be engaged with, and not isolated from, your community. You have so much to offerand so much to learn.
The urgency of those local challenges are great, but so are the opportunities to helpwhether it is reducing diabetes, stopping the insidious gun violence that plagues our communities, or working in the schools to improve our children's college- and career-readiness.
And last but not least, MSU very much teaches you to be world citizensto apply those 21st century skills of adaptation, cultural awareness, and teamwork that I referred to earlier, not just in your neighborhood but in the world at large.
Morgan State, for example, is the national leader in promoting exchange programs with Brazil in the new White House Initiatives on HBCUs and Educational Excellence for African Americans.
As President Wilson puts it, "Students today are waist-high in the water of globalization... To be the leaders [our] nation demands, they will need to speak the critical languages and understand the history of cultures and nations different from their own ... We do not live in silos anymore."
I couldn't agree more. We do not live in silos anymore. And if you try toif you try to hide and insulate yourself from the larger worldyou will only succeed in limiting your own life chances.
The education you earned here, the values you learned here, the sense of purpose you gained herethat is why President Obama and our entire administration have recognized and supported the unique and vital role of HBCUs.
HBCUs must not merely survive they must thrive, as we move ahead. We can only lead the world again in college graduation rates, as the President has challenged us to do, with the leadership and success of HBCUs. If we want a strong black community, we must have strong HBCUs.
In 2007, before the Administration took office, HBCUs received a little over $3.6 billion in federal funding. Today, HBCUs receive $5.2 billion in federal funds. That is an increase of 43 percent.
Most of the increase in funding supported greater access to HBCUs, including the Pell Grant scholarships that have gone to so many of our Morgan graduates today.
In 2007, Pell Grant funding for HBCU students was at $523 million; by 2011, that figure had jumped 77 percent, to $929 million.
During the same time period, the Department's support for HBCUs, including Federal Student Aid, increased 40 percent, from $3 billion in 2007 to more than $4 billion in 2011.
And I am pleased to say that Morgan State received its largest federal contract in history, in partnership with the Universities Space and Research Alliance. Over the next four years that $28 million contract will enable MSU to develop critical, cutting-edge expertise on climate issues and atmospheric science.
My point is that none of you got here today by yourself. None of us makes this journey alone. Along the way, there was someoneand often some programthat gave you a helping hand. And to help with the inevitable bumps on the road in the journey ahead, you will need help, from time to time, when you stumble.
No one plans, for example, to get sick or hurt. But thanks to the new healthcare law, you'll never have to choose between saving for a home or using your savings to cover a health emergency.
All of you who don't get jobs right away after graduation that offer health coverage can now stay on your parents' plan until you turn 26. And if that's not an option, starting this fall there's going to be a new health insurance marketplace in your state where you'll be able to visit a single website and choose from a range of affordable private plans.
When you leave Morgan State, each of you will carry with you vivid memories of your time here.
Maybe it's that quiet moment on the footbridge that connects the Quad to the Library, or watching a crisp spring day unfold from a bench in the Quad. Perhaps it's the boisterous fun of Homecomingor the stepping and singing at fraternities and sororities.
Many of you will remember your favorite professor and the class that stirred your curiosity and fired your imagination. Maybe you were lucky enough to take a class with M.K. Asante, the master storyteller and best-selling author. Or maybe you will think of the friends you met here and who you have bonded with for life.
But whatever else you may remember about your time here, I have great faith that when you leave Morgan State, you will also remember those essential ingredients of an MSU educationthe call to lead a life of consequence, to pursue your passion, and to be a world citizen.
I have great faith because Morgan State graduates have demonstrated, time and time again, that commitment, that caring, that citizenship.
Just ask the proud graduates of Morgan, a number of who are here today. Take the time to understand the history of this place and the story of alumniand how your lives are inextricably linked to theirs.
Ask retired 4-star General Larry Ellis. He is just one of ten MSU graduates who became a General in the military and now sits on your board of regents.
Ask my friend Earl Graves, who founded an empire in black publishing, and who generously helped endow Morgan's School of Business and Management. His son, Butch and I, played a lot of basketball against each other in college. I won't tell you who usually won!
Ask Hall of Famer Willie Lanier, the first African-American to play middle linebacker in pro football.
Long before he achieved fame playing for the Kansas City Chiefs, Willie Lanier was a prized high school recruit in Richmond, Virginia who was supposed to go to Virginia State University.
But Willie Lanier had no thoughts of becoming a professional football player. He wanted to study businessand he wanted to get his business degree here at Morgan.
So after he graduated from high school, 17-year old Willie Lanier boarded a Greyhound bus in Richmond to Baltimore, came to campus and took an entrance exameven though Morgan's legendary coach, Earl Banks, told him he had no football scholarships left.
Lanier came to Morgan anyway. And he got his degree in business. And after his NFL career ended, Willie Lanier went on to become a successful stock broker and CEO of a minority venture firm.
Ask Kweisi Mfume, a man I have studied closely and learned much from. He is not only a five-term congressman and former president and CEO of the NAACP, he's about to become the chair of the Board of Regents for Morgan. I greatly appreciate that leadership and commitment.
And finally, don't forget to ask Robert Bell. In 1960, when he was a 16-year old at Dunbar High, he and a group of 12 students entered Hooper's Restaurant in downtown Baltimore and waited to be served.
Instead, because of the color of their skin, the students were arrested for criminal trespassing. Their arrest led to the landmark Supreme Court case of Bell v. Maryland.
After graduating from Morgan, Robert Bell went to Harvard Law School. Eventually he became the chief justice of Maryland's highest court.
He saw an injusticeand fought it with courage. But he never despaired about the capacity of the justice system to right a wrong. And today, MSU has a Robert M. Bell Center for Civil Rights in Education.
Now, not every Morgan graduate can be a Robert Bell or an Earl Graves. Not every graduate will go on to be famous. That's not ever the goal. But everyone can lead a life of consequence. As Dr. King famously said, "Everybody can be great ... because anybody can serve."
So today, I hope you celebrate your journey here. Tomorrowand every day in all your years aheadI hope you continue that journey as citizens of the world and lifelong learners.
All of here today are so proud of each and every one of you. We look forward with great anticipation to the next stage of your journey and the contributions you will make to society.
Represent your families and your extended MSU family with great pride. You inspire us, and give us great hope for the future. Congratulations! And good luck!


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After a nearly two-year search, the owners of Grossen Bart Brewery have announced they have signed a lease on a new 3,100-square-foot location at 1025 Delaware Ave. in Longmont.
Though they looked in other cities, including Boulder, Erie and Frederick, co-founder Shad Chancey said he and his partner, Taylor Wise, always had a preference for Longmont because they both live here and think the city provides plenty of opportunity for them to start and grow their business.
Several Longmont sites were considered before they finally settled on the Delaware Avenue location, he said.
"We found this location in January. Since then we've basically been in negotiations," Chancey said.
Plans are to open with a 10-barrel brewing system, he said.
"It's going to be a nice size tap room and on the side of it, we're going to have a beer garden out there," Chancey said.
Opening is planned for early fall, he said.
Grossen Bart Brewery
"We started this in 2012," Chancey said. "We got licensed to distribute and all that, but we were always just looking for the right location."
Over the two years, they have been brewing and distributing their beers where they could, including in restaurants, but were always limited in what they could do until they found a permanent spot, he said.
Grossen Bart, which is German for "big beard," will be joining 300 Suns, which opened in February, and Left Hand Brewing Co. and Oskar Blues Brewery as the other craft breweries that call Longmont home. A nanobrewery called Samples is scheduled to open downtown this fall, and Boulder-based Mountain Sun Pubs & Breweries will open the Longs Peak Pub & Taphouse later this year inside the Roosevelt Park Apartments, joining the Pumphouse brewpub in downtown Longmont.
Contact Times-Call staff writer Tony Kindelspire at 303-684-5291 or email@example.com


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At the La Jolla Community Planning Association's (LJCPA) June 7 meeting, project proponents and opponents alike came out by the dozens to speak to the merits of the project, address existing and potentially imminent traffic problems in the area, and debate whether or not the facility would, in fact, serve as a religious institution or as a student center.
Hillel director Michael Rabkin requested three things from the LJCPA — a street vacation, a site development permit (SDP) for the proposed facility and a temporary use permit for Hillel's temporary administrative office, located at 8976 Cliffridge Ave.
"This is a two-phase project. Phase 1 requires a permit for the administrative use of a house purchased by the Potiker Family Foundation for temporary use by Hillel for administrative offices," said Rabkin. "Phase 2 would be the construction of the permanent facility."
The revised, decade-long project proposal consists of an approximately 6,600-square-foot structure broken up into three separate facilities on a triangular lot bounded by La Jolla Village Drive to the north, La Jolla Scenic Way to the east and La Jolla Scenic Drive North to the southwest. The buildings, as proposed, would be surrounded by an outdoor courtyard and 27-space surface parking lot. Phase 2 would also entail converting the existing cul-de-sac at the end of La Jolla Scenic Drive North into part of a 10,000-square-foot landscaped park and bike path for public use. Upon completion of the facility, the temporary office space would revert back to single-family use, assured Rabkin.
"It's a permanent religious building, which is an appropriate use in this single-family zone, and the proposed development of the two-phase Jewish student center complies with all the regulations of the land development code," he said. "Hillel wants to be a good neighbor."
Permitted uses in a single-family zone include allowances for churches, temples or permanent buildings used primarily for religious purposes.
The Catch-22, according to some trustees, is whether or not the facility is, in fact, a religious building or if it is a student center.
"Is this a student center or is this a primarily religious use?" asked trustee Tim Lucas during the meeting. "If this really is a religious institution, then you have to have double or triple the parking that's being provided to meet the city codes. If it's not, then you don't have that requirement, but it doesn't fit in the single-family zone."
Lucas, among others, also issued concern that the development of the Hillel project in a single-family zone would set a precedent for more creep from the university into the nearby residential neighborhoods.
"There are 57 religious-affiliated groups on campus. I think this could be a problem because any group that claims to have a religious affiliation could start buying houses and putting centers into neighborhoods," he said.
In addition to the zoning issues, some trustees and neighbors also raised objections to the proposed street vacation and lane narrowing that they said goes against the San Diego Municipal Code (SDMC) and will increase traffic in the already vehicle-ridden neighborhood.
"Every day I worry about my kids crossing the street," said next-door neighbor and UCSD professor Akif Tezcan. "If you narrow that street down, it's an accident waiting to happen. You don't want to be responsible for that … I'd love to have trees lining the streets, but it's going to make life a little bit more dangerous around there."
Proponents of the project claimed that narrowing the streets would actually slow traffic down and that the current traffic problems should be dealt with separately.
"There's already certain safety hazards and danger on that street that are irrespective of this site development, and that needs to be addressed separately, not by shooting down this plan," said Rabkin.
While many of the trustees applauded architect Mark Steele and title-owner Hillel for addressing the community's previous concerns regarding the project, trustees determined the findings could not be made for the issuance of a site development permit for the facility or a temporary use permit for the administrative office in the residential neighborhood. Trustees also voted to deny the requested street vacation, which would pave the way for the project to be built.