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This past Saturday. Spent most of the day in an Abena L4 with a booster pad, plastic pants and my tight workout shorts. About 3:30 I lay in bed in diaper, plastic pants and shorts and pooped. Firm and took a bit to get it out. Got out of bed and tiook off my diaper and showered. Was a nice firm poo that rolled into a ball in my diaper and didn't stick much to me at all. Easy clean up.

Deliberate

We regularly use our neighbors trash and vice versa, but not without asking first.

I don't think meeting the new dean at the end of the chapter is a coincidence. Carly broke the new rules, so she's looking at paddling and demerits. Since Carly couldn't officially know about this because her cell phone was confiscated and there's an adult eyewitness, Nikki, who will inform Amanda immediately, Amanda will be on a rampage like never before. Cameron and Addy and possibly Aunt Ruth will be just as frantic. This is really gonna be a now-or-never situation for Dr. Shapiro and Dr. Chester. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Accident

I have also considered using the neighbors bins, but I opted to use the counties. Doubt it would be a problem if it had been done during night before emptying, but then again, they might get up early and expect there to be room for their trash. So better safe than sorry.

Major house cleaning of a couple rooms, moved very heavy furniture to be taken to the landfill. Nearly impossible to get it through the doorway and out of the house. Totally filled the trash container to the top. I was so wiped out I could hardly walk when done. Still recovering, still weak today.

So. I am so glad I prefaced my stupid action with DONT DO DO THIS! because now I am waiting to schedule a cystocscopy to remove the stent after talking with a urologist 😦. Front and center, everyone’s favorite nightmare scenario. The nurse on intake didn’t even know what a prostatic stent was. The doctor, after telling me it won’t be a problem to remove it, we just have to schedule outpatient surgery and that’s going to be a week and a half likely…., asked me questions like WHY did I need a prostatic stent. so I told the truth, to a point. I told him my OAB often makes me have surges that overwhelm my protection. I considered catheters but they were not viable because of discomfort and bacteria. I mentioned I have tried drugs and therapies. Didn’t work or had bad side affects. I told him I have no desire for Botox or intersim. He asked me if I had considered a legit permanent stent or an urolift instead of a DIY. I said I would consider it. (Keep in mind the stent he means is one that ends just before the external sphincter so it would not help me) he thinks my OAB must be prostate related. so I get to join the adventurers with embarrassing tales… so here’s a peek at my next model I have been using ChatGPT as an assistant engineer and it’s come up with some interesting alternatives. Some things it suggests are just nuts, but it has given me some help in making the retrieval line laced in silicone for less bacteria and more urethra comfort: my problem was using a monofilament line that snapped. My braided line has never betrayed me so that’s what’s in my new stent with the sleeve over it. I also am using silicone glue to permanently affix the beads. The big thing that I can’t wait to try (It worked amazing when I tried it earlier but I was worried my stent would never dislodge if I did it in the line-less stent) is the secondary lumen vent. Because my urethra is sensitive I can never get vent holes to work, and the more I read on the subject more I understand WHY. It’s the same methodology in plumbing and the need to move air, not liquid. Those vent holes aren’t letting in urine so much as they are de-pressurizing the air. now I have no idea how it works, but apparently installing a second line in the stent super thin (mine is a silicone 0.5mm id 1mm od) glued to the wall with it being even with the proximal entrance and ending within the body of the stent. I can’t use it till I get this stent removed and during the two days I have been in this situation of the stent sitting in my bladder I have come to realize how I miss the stent lol. Flooding and leaking sucks and that’s why I went the stent route in the first place. Anyway, that’s where I am at right now.

That could cause a family argument should they look in the trash when taking it out. "I found use adult diapers in the trash! What the hell?" "They aren't mine! Are they yours?" "Hell no! What's going on!" "Well, they belong to someone in this house! You sure you haven't been having any uncontrolled wetting?" "WTF? Of course not! What about you?" "No way! Besides, if I did, I sure as well wouldn't be wearing diapers with teddy bears and cartoons all over them!" "Hmmmm.... I wonder if they are juniors diapers" "No, he wouldn't be stupid enough to wear diapers and just throw them in the trash where they could be found." "Well, stupidity runs in your side of the family!" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Yeah like Eddie on Christmas Vacation, he used to eat squirrel, until his wife said he's cutting down on cholesterol? I think 🤔 was her comment. The squirrel was a really funny part of that movie..

Got em! But I'm not FROM Alabama or I'd be planning a menu instead of a release!

I didn't know asparagus peed! Do they poop too?

Chapter Five Paige enjoyed the warmth of the summer sun on her fair skin. It had been months since she had been outside and she couldn’t remember if sunshine had always made her feel this radiant and happy or if today was a particularly special day. Her hair was styled to perfection, and she was wearing her prettiest dress. Paige looked up to her Mommy, who smiled down at her as she continued pushing the large stroller. She squeezed her favorite plush teddy bear and sucked on her pacifier, with bright eyes taking in the scenery as they embarked on their new adventure. “We’re almost there, Princess. Who’s my best good girl?” “Meee!!” “That’s right. And you look so pretty today, Princess Paige!” Paige smiled at the compliment and looked down at her ruffled dress and white tights. She did look pretty today, and it was important that today, of all days, that Paige looked her best. “Oh, hey Meredith! You ready?” “Yep, let’s see what those rugrats are up to…” Paige giggled as the guard made silly faces at her before letting the trio of women into the building where they were promptly met by a radiant redhead in an expensive business suit. “Ladies, I’m so glad you made it. And Paige, it looks like you’ve been a very good girl for your mommy. Who is this?” Paige beamed and held up her fluffy bear, letting her pacifier fall from her wide lips to dangle at the end of the pacifier clip. “Snuggly Bear!” “Why Hello, Mr. Snuggly Bear. I’m pleased to meet you. My name is Mrs. Kensington” Paige reached out her bear’s plush arm for a handshake that was quickly reciprocated by the smiling director. “Pleased to meet you.” The diapered woman giggled at the low voice that she used for the bear and bashfully replaced her pacifier, looking up at the stunning redhead with wide, eager eyes. “Well, if they were all this easy to train, I would be out of a job.” The woman laughed as Mrs. Kensington led them through the first locked door. “Let’s start with the girls. Right this way.” She ushered the woman into a long hallway. The echoes of three pairs of designer heels and the low hum of the custom stroller’s wheels were the only sounds for several seconds before the redhead turned to speak. “When Haley and Krystal arrived, they were quite belligerent and unruly. If I may speak frankly, they were brats. Plain and simple. These were girls who were used to getting their way and using their feminine charms to make that happen. We made it quite clear upon their arrival that would no longer be the case.” “We start them all with one week in the Newborn Ward. You can see some of our more recent arrivals there now.” Paige had to stretch her head to be able to see into the large viewing window from her vantage point securely strapped into her stroller. There were three adults in large hospital cribs; soft mattresses with clear plastic on all sides. Two were swaddled tightly in blankets while one wore only a soiled diaper and soft, pink restraints. All three wore a thick blindfold and pacifier gag. “We have two girls and a boy this week. This couple didn’t even last a week with their new owner and the other girl was sent here before she was sold because of poor behavior during her and her husband’s intake process. They all learn eventually. Some are just a little more stubborn than others.” Meredith leaned forward to speak and Paige wasn’t sure if the terrible woman was nervous or excited as she anxiously patted her fingers together as she spoke the question they all wanted to know. “So…what happens in there?” Mrs. Kensington smiled, always eager to enlighten others about the benefits and specifics of their important work at The Nursery. “In the Newborn Ward, they are reborn. For one week, they cannot see, speak, or communicate in any way. All of their needs are met. They are fed through the pacifier gags, their diapers are changed frequently, and they are all wiped down head to toe each day. We cut their hair to strip them of their old identities and also for their cleanliness.” “Oh, the women too?” “Yes, Ma’am. We don’t need to shave them smooth, but have found that a simple buzz cut all the way around has the desired effect. If you follow me, I’ll show you to our next area.” Paige set Snuggly Bear into her lap and reached her hands up to caress her long blonde pigtails and frowned. “Don’t worry, little one. No one is taking your pretty hair.” Paige nodded sadly and stroked her hair as she was rolled to the next destination. “This is our O Ward. After seven days in the Newborn Ward, the sense of touch is heightened as it has been their only connection to the outside world. In this room, we test their orgasmic response to determine if orgasm control or orgasm denial would be the better treatment for them going forward.” Paige craned her neck and immediately dropped her pacifier from her dazed lips. A man was restrained on all fours on a table in front of them. A woman was milking him from beneath with both hands while another worked a gloved fingered inside of his smooth bottom. His eyes were open but his vacant stare seemed to imply that he was barely aware. Paige watched with alarm as the man moaned and quivered as the women continued to fondle and tease him far past the point of pleasure. They did that to Rick? My Rick? The diapered blonde was still contemplating that thought when she saw two long legs stretched in front of the next window and leaned forward to get a glimpse. Mrs. Kensington sighed and clicked her tongue. “She is one of the worst cases we’ve ever seen. Her husband falls within normal ranges, but Samantha here must have been holding in a lot of repressed thoughts. They were both college professors and must have angered the wrong student.” Paige stared as the woman screamed into her pacifier gag. She had small vibrators attached to each nipple with pink tape and a powerful vibrator pressed between her legs. With her legs bound in what Paige definitely recognized as ‘Diaper Change Position’ the poor woman was vulnerable and exposed to whatever they wanted to do to her. “How long do they stay there?” “Exactly twenty-four hours. They aren’t under such intense treatment at all times, but are always attached to at least some sort of vibrating stimuli. Typically on the lowest setting. We want to keep them desperate and needy and then drain them completely.” Mrs. Kensington led them further down another hallway. “By this point, they are all exhausted and we bring them here to the Infant Ward. It is here that they first meet their Caregivers, who will stay with them throughout their time with us. Each Caregiver has only one little boy or girl to attend to so we can be sure to devote the most care and attention possible. Only the best here at The Nursery!” Cribs lined the outer walls with a large changing table in the middle of the room and play mats scattered throughout. A man and woman crawled and played on the floor as another couple looked on desperately from their separate cribs. “There are a few different levels in the Infant Ward and each new level must be earned through good behavior. For the first week, each man or woman is placed in their own individual crib. The pacifier remains in place at all times and they are also either in locking padded mittens or onesies with attached mittens. They are alone, cannot do anything for themselves, and must watch on as the higher levels play and experience freedom.” “We tried dozens of iterations of this place before we got it right. The key was breaking them down to nothing and then building them back up one piece at a time. In the beginning, they realize that even being able to see or speak or move are privileges that can be taken away. After our initial treatment they truly are reborn. They may have been professors or engineers out there, but that life fades away quickly in here.” “See that couple in the back? They’re multi-millionaires. They cheated some friends out of a business deal and were sent here as retaliation. They aren’t thinking about their fancy vacations or summer homes. Caroline, back there in the crib, is in her mid-thirties. She isn’t thinking about the fancy jewelry and brunches that she’s missing back home. She’s thinking about how badly she wants to brush that dolly’s hair with Melody down there on the floor. Melody was a fitness instructor, by the way. Caroline is watching Melody eat her baby food in the high chair every day and salivating. She would do anything to get out of the crib and drink something besides yucky formula.” “And so it continues. Each new privilege gives them another tiny piece as they are granted more and more freedom. But any time they make a mistake, they are pushed back down the ladder…sometimes all the way back to the Newborn Ward. Melody here was very stubborn. But after her second time back to the Newborn Ward she has learned to be a very good girl for us. Her husband waited patiently for her and Melody worked hard until she was reunited with him. It’s sweet to see them together again.” “Over time, they are allowed out of their pacifier gags and restrictive mittens and are allowed to play with more toys, eat more foods, and wear prettier clothes. Though, none as pretty as yours, Paige!” Paige snapped out of her trance to smile approvingly at the chuckling director. “Most spend weeks or months in the Infant Ward before moving to the Toddler Ward. Here they are given more freedom. It is common for boys and girls to move back and forth between the Infant and Toddler Wards multiple times before they fully accept their place. Krystal just got back from her latest stint in the Infant Ward yesterday.” Mrs. Kensington pointed to the side of the room where Krystal was happily jumping with another woman in oversized baby bouncers. “In the Infant Ward, orgasms and any sensual touches are strictly prohibited. We want their focus on obedience and the simplicities of their new infantilized life. When they earn their spot in the Toddler Ward they are teased often during changes and bathtime and can earn orgasms with good behavior. Krystal was a very good girl yesterday and earned twenty minutes in the Buzzy Bouncers this morning.” “When they are punished, it is because of childlike responses and inability to control their impulses. I’m sure you had to punish Paige for silly things like thinking she was an adult, but in this room we see smacked little bottoms for things like not sharing or humpies without permission.” “Humpies? Do they have sex with each other in there?” “Oh, no ma’am. Even the husband and wife pairings rarely think of themselves as romantically connected at this point in their training. It is more about a primal, physical urge, almost like an itch that they have to scratch. They can’t control it, like you or me. But they reserve most of their energy for Mr. Bear in the corner back there, though they are supposed to earn their humpy time with Mr. Bear. That’s why Haley’s red little bottom is on display back there next to her accomplice.” Paige lifted high in her stroller seat and recognized the plump bottom standing next to the ten-foot-stuffed bear. “She’s going to need to put a frowny face on her chart for that one. I think she’s only one away from getting demoted back to the Infant Ward.” “And Rick? I don’t see him.” “Oh, ummm…oh, there he is! Behind the tower of blocks!” Paige looked over and beamed at the sight of her husband. Ever the engineer, Rick had constructed an amazingly intricate castle using the blocks on hand and a few other toys and supplies. He was hard at work, building another turret as the others looked on in awe. “He’s something else, isn’t he? He was so fussy when he first got here and spent a lot of his time in the Infant Ward. But now? Look at him.” Paige held her fingers up to the glass, longing to touch her husband again, and so proud of him for everything he was building. “It turns out, Rick just had some creative energy he needed to unleash. The blocks were brought in during his last Infant Ward stay. We try to rotate the toys to keep them entertained.” “When he returned, Rick spent hours every day in his crib staring at the blocks and waiting for his turn. You can tell he had probably constructed this in his mind hundreds of times before he was allowed to play with them. We can use their eagerness and anticipation to reward them. Rick works hard and controls his temper so that he can play with his blocks every day.” “Mommy?” Tiffany bent down to talk to the pretty diapered blonde. “Yes, Paige?” “Ummm…can I see Rick?” “Well, we can see him right through there. He’s hard at work, isn’t he?” Paige looked down and held her stuffed bear. She replaced her own pacifier and squeezed the bear as she sighed. “Mrs. Kensington? Would it be possible for Paige and I to visit with Rick for a few moments?” The redhead furrowed her brow and sighed. “That is a highly unusual request, TIffany. I’m afraid that we normally do not allow fraternization while in treatment. Though Rick has been doing well lately, I would hate to see him backslide..” “Please?” Mrs. Kensington looked down at the pitiful diapered woman that was at least ten years older than her. Her big, blue eyes looked up with such sincere sorrow and desperation that there was simply no other choice that could be made. The director sighed with a sly smile. “Okay. I can get you in for five minutes.” The director looked down at the smiling woman, tightly hugging her stuffed bear and smiled. “She’s good. Give us a few minutes to get him ready. We’ll meet you in the viewing room down the hall.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Rick sat in the room, alone, and wondered what he had done wrong. He shared blocks when asked and let other people help, even when they did everything wrong and he had to go back and fix everything later. He drank all of his bottles and opened his mouth obediently for every bowl of disgusting baby mush. Rick was so good, in fact, that he often earned time in the Buzzy Bouncers or a special diaper change with bonus rubs. He took his morning spankings like a good boy, no longer holding back and crying openly as required. They had never taken him out in a stroller before. He pulled at his wrists and sighed. Rick didn’t like being restricted with restraints again and it had been weeks since he had last been tied down. He looked down at the flopsy rabbit on his lap. At least they let me bring… The door opened before Rick had the chance to finish his thought. He looked to the side to see another stroller being pushed in and strained his neck to try to see who else had gotten in trouble with him. But she didn’t look like the other girls here. In the place of the short, chopped hair of his playmates this woman had long, blonde pigtails. Looking between the pigtails, Rick saw the beaming face of his first true love and let his pacifier fall out of his mouth. “Hunny Bunny.” Paige blushed and smiled, surprised at the anxious butterflies fluttering in her tummy at seeing her husband again. Her heart warmed as she heard the sound of his pet name for her on his lips again. “That’s right, Rick. This is Hunny Bunny.” His Caregiver, a matronly woman in her 50s, stepped forward to show everyone the stuffed rabbit in his lap and smiled down at him. Rick’s eyes never left the diapered blonde’s seated across from him. “It looks like you’ve been a very good boy, Rick. If you keep it up, it may be time to take you home soon.” Paige kept smiling and Rick finally broke eye contact to look past his wife’s face to that of his tormentor and captor. The one that had put him here and made his life hell. The one that had separated him from his wife. “Do you mean it, Mommy? Can he come home with us? “Well, that would be up to Mrs. Kensington…and Rick. Would you like that Rick? Would you like to come home with us?” “Yes, Mommy!” Rick did not hold back and used the hated name with reckless abandon. “Please, Mommy! Let me come home.” Tiffany looked at the changed man in front of her beaming like a true mother at hearing the diapered man call her by her chosen name for the first time. At how he called his former place of captivity, ‘home’. At how genuinely happy he looked to see Paige and be reunited. “Mrs. Kensington, we will be taking Rick home with us today. Please make the necessary preparations.” -------------------- SubStar | Ream | Amazon

How it happens can be up to you — technology or magic. Depending on how you handle it, you would always have to wear diapers because you can never be prepared for when it will happen. I’m glad that others find my idea interesting too.

Look at that! What an excellent way to address the issue of consent and shed more light on the challenging role of being a dom/mummy! I love it!

True, I’m just not a fan of shrinking or physical regression. But that’s just me and realistically if this place existed, you’d be right. No, I think I’d just get another Amazon to do it and watch them. Much safer, I’d rather not get shrunk or mentally regressed. I like my mind and body to be mostly intact thank you very much 😂 But I really hope your Holo tech for Nannies as a replacement for Nanny Bots becomes “Canon” in the DD genre. I think it’s brilliant.

Intriguing idea. I think it would be really interesting if the spouse/ other was able to control it. Say, just sometimes when it's inconvenient, rather than using the bathroom themselves, they 'pee' through you. Soon you would HAVE to start wearing diapers, not because you yourself become incontinent, but because you can't predict when your spouse might just choose to urinate through you. And you might be out and about, or in some business meeting and suddenly, your diaper gets wet. Then she might start doing it more and more, just to tease you. Like at some cocktail party, she's on the other side of the room talking with some of her friends while you're talking to your own friends, and... Not sure how this could come about, perhaps some 'enchantment' or mystical spell?

Today's my first day being put in diapers 24/7. Will vote when out of 'em...or a year...whichever comes first. 🫣

Hehehehe...sounds like Potty Training for a Witch. 🤭 My Little alter and I sometimes have a similar dynamic. 😝

Hi there and welcome to the community. You'll find all sorts here, we are a very open and accepting place. I'm not an official spokesperson, but I personally think this is the best ABDL site in the world. Lot's of older conversations about many topics, and if you don't find what you're looking for, by all means ask. The forums are broken out by a wide variety of categories but don't worry if you post in the wrong one. Someone will kindly help you find where it might get better responses. I've been AB for decades, with varying degrees of openness about it. The biggest thing you might get out of this site is... You are not alone.

When I was in TN, living alone, I often had extra space. More than once my neighbor asked if she could put a bag in my bin. (she was a bit OCD and cleaned obsessively, some bags were nothing but paper towels and cleaning things). I never minded letting her. She asked, and it has no effect on my trash bill. <shrug>

Imagine the following: A person, whether it’s your girlfriend, wife, or someone else of your choice, would never have to go to the bathroom again because whenever they need to, it happens through you meaning your diaper fills up. This idea can be looked at in different ways: It could happen all the time, even without a diaper. Only with a diaper. You can turn it on and off at will. If you can think of any other options, feel free to add them. Which one would you choose? Generally, do you think the person would accept the diapers? After all, they would benefit from it whether at the cinema or at work or do you think it would be rather uninteresting? I’m curious: Would this idea be interesting at all or not?

Doctor put me on some new pills; side effects 1 stops you up another lets you on. She said I may need to use a laxative to help. When I have before it took a day or two. You just don't know when it will hit you. So when I do I plan on diapering up with plastic pants if I'm going out even for a few minutes.

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