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  1. Hello to all the special people, who got (or want to get) urinary incontinent by wearing diapers 24/7. And hello also to all people, who are actually on this struggling way with incontinence desires... I´m interested in the percentage of the effort in doing this. And in detail I´m interested, how much time the process of becoming incontinent has token for you. Thank you very much for your participation! Lalelu Kid
  2. In 2016 I kept a plog (pee log) at omorashi.org of almost all of my 58 experiences of waking up wetting or already wet: https://omorashi.org/topic/30577-waking-up-wet-iii/. I was surprised at how varied the experiences were. Sometimes I would wake up just as I began to wet. I might clench my urinary sphincter and stop the flow, or I might manage to stay relaxed until I finished emptying my bladder. I might be diapered or I might wet the bed. I might realize immediately that I was wetting involuntarily, or I might be confused about what was happening and whether I had begun to wet deliberately. I might be wetting in a dream and continue in a dreamlike state after I began to wake up wetting. Several people at OmoOrg told me they enjoyed reading my plog, and a friend here has encouraged me to resume plogging here. Okay, I'll do it. I wear and wet a diaper and booster pad every night, partly for fun and partly because of how often I began to wet in my sleep last year. I will only report involuntary wetting, not the times I wake up dry and needing to pee and consciously decide to wet. As a prequel I want to report that after October 29, the last time I reported wetting at OmoOrg, I was dry at night for seven weeks, which astounded me. After wetting six straight nights earlier in the month, I was expecting to wet almost every night. The next time I wet was December 17. I was visiting relatives for two weeks and had only six pull-ups with me. I planned to keep my padding dry and use the toilet, which for the most part I did. Once again I was confused about whether I had wet involuntarily or deliberately. I suddenly realized I was wetting, so I eventually decided I must have begun wetting involuntarily. In the morning I continued to wet my diaper, since I was going to have to throw it away anyway. The only time I wet after that in 2016 was December 20. I went to bed very tired from a bad respiratory infection. In the morning I vaguely remembered wetting the pull-up that I was hoping to keep dry in my relative's bed. I must have been too sleepy to resist the urge to urinate and just wet my diaper. When I later woke up needing to pee, I knew my pull-up was wet, so I relaxed and wet it again. With wetting so rare, I really enjoyed my two chances to wet on that trip. Now two days into 2017, I've worn and wet a medium NorthShore Supreme taped brief and large booster pad both nights. All my wetting has been voluntary, as far as I know. I've not woken up confused about that. Let's see how long I can keep all my wetting deliberate.
  3. A University in Japan has developed a sensor for a diaper that requires no battery. It uses urine in the diaper to form an integral part of the power generation to send a wifi signal when the diaper is sufficiently wet. https://www.japantoday.com/smartphone/view/technology/smart-diaper-generates-power-from-urine
  4. Hello all, Well it certainly has been a long time since I posted a story on the site and I think that it is long overdue. This is a sequel to a story that I finished 10 years ago- All I Want For Christmas - and it picks up about 4 months after we left Mark and Chloe at the alter. If you want to read the original then it is over on the DD website in the story section; it is also on here but it might take some finding. I have written the entire thing and am in the process of typing it up, it will not be as long as the original but I am going to drip-feed it here to allow you all to digest it in small bites. So, I submit to you the first three chapters of my story, I am always open to constructive criticism and I am happy to answer questions. Please enjoy and, for those of you who followed the orignal, enjoy finding out what happens to our young couple as they live the married life. Enjoy! DC Chapter 1 Chloe sat in the ultrasound waiting room nervously biting on her nails, Mark looked at his wife, smiled to himself and then reached over and pulled her hand from her mouth. ‘Don’t do that baby it is not good for your teeth.’ Chloe smiled nervously and wiped her hands on her jeans. Making sure that they were still alone in the small room, Chloe made eye contact with Mark and with a slight blush asked, ‘what if they see?’ ‘See what princess?’ Mark knew what she was talking about but he couldn’t help playing this little game. Chloe shifted in her seat, cleared her throat and whispered, ‘you know…my nappy. What if they see it and laugh?’ Mark noticed that his wife looked genuinely worried and leaned closer to his wife, he took her hand and kissed the back, ‘don’t worry my darling. I am here and I will not anything happen. It is probably nothing that they haven’t seen before.’ Chloe felt a little eased by Mark’s comments but still felt the nervousness in her tummy. The couple sat in silence as they both thought about what the coming months would bring, today would be the first time that they will see their unborn child and both were very excited about it. Chloe rubbed her tummy and patted it with tenderness before smiling to herself and thinking about the events of the last eighteen months; meeting mark and wetting herself on their first date, discovering Mark’s desire to have a nappied girlfriend, her own journey back into nappies and subsequent reliance upon them and of course their wedding and now unborn child. Chloe remained deep in thought as the nurse entered the waiting area, ‘Chloe Trimble please.’ Chloe looked up, ‘that’s me.’ ‘Right this way please,’ the nurse gestured towards the door that she had just come out of and smiled. Mark and Chloe rose up and followed the nurse’s instructions. Chloe was the first to enter the room and saw the bed lined with blue paper and a huge machine which was full of buttons and a small blank screen. She placed her bag on a vacant chair and removed her coat. ‘Thank you Mrs Trimble. Would you like to pop yourself on the bed and raise your top so that we can have a little look in there,’ said the nurse as she began to press the buttons, ‘Mr Trimble would you like to take a seat in that chair,’ she indicated a chair at the head of the bed. Chloe made her way to the bed and removed her top before sliding onto the blue paper. She noticed that the exposed plastic of her Tena Slip and quickly pushed it back under the waistband of her jeans with an audible crinkle; if the nurse noticed she didn’t say anything. ‘Will this be your first?’ The nurse broke the silence in the room. ‘Yes it is,’ answered Chloe. ‘Wonderful. You both relax, we are just going to be checking on baby’s growth and seeing how many you have in there.’ Mark gave a nervous laugh and the nurse smiled, ‘if you have any questions then please ask them as we go along, otherwise just enjoy seeing your little one for the first time.’ The nurse continued to enter Chloe’s information into the computer. Chloe smiled and felt the butterflies in her tummy return. ‘Would you like any pictures today?’ Mark and Chloe nodded. ‘Okay then, we will see if we can get you a couple of good ones. Now Mrs Trimble, I am going to squirt a little of this jelly on your tummy which will help us see baby better.’ The nurse took out some more of the blue paper and tucked it under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans, Chloe heard the plastic of her nappy rustle and looked at the nurse who said nothing. The nurse applied a liberal amount of warm jelly to Chloe’s tummy and then the wand before pressing it into the skin; instantly the screen came to life with grainy images that meant little to Mark or Chloe. The nurse ran the wand back and forth over Chloe’s skin trying to get a better picture and muttered under her breath about baby hiding, she pressed the wand down a little harder and repeated the same sweeping motion. Chloe, whose eyes were firmly fixed upon the tiny screen, felt her nappy become warm as she realised that litres of water that she had consumed on the advice of her mother were slowly leaking out of her and she could do nothing about it. Chloe felt herself blush but somehow managed to keep her focus on the screen. ‘Ah! There’s the little rascal.’ The nurse’s sudden exclamation made Mark and Chloe jump. On the screen was now the most amazing image that the young couple had ever seen, their tiny baby was coming into view as the nurse explained what they were looking at. ‘Oh wow,’ Chloe managed to squeeze out as she felt warm tears of joy roll down her cheeks. Mark took hold of his wife’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, ‘look daddy.’ Mark smiled and kissed Chloe’s hand. ‘So this is the head,’ the nurse indicated a tiny white bump, ‘and this is the heart,’ again a tiny white bump but with the unmistakable rhythm of a human heart, ‘shall we give it a listen?’ Mark and Chloe both nodded, the nurse flicked a switch and the small room was filled with the sound of a miniscule heartbeat. ‘Everything looks fine, I just need to add some notes to your file and then you can get back to your day.’ The nurse removed the wand and placed it back in its holder before tearing off yet more blue roll and wiped Chloe’s tummy clean. ‘Thank you,’ said Mark as he gathered their things together and helped Chloe off the bed. The nurse headed out of the room letting Mark and Chloe make their own way to reception. ‘That was unbelievable!’ Squealed Chloe as the made the short walk along the corridor. ‘Yes baby it was. It is hard to believe that you have a little person growing in there.’ Mark rubbed Chloe’s tummy and then pulled her into his arms in a small recess off the corridor and gave her a kiss. ‘I told you that you would be okay.’ ‘Yes you did but she must have known, my nappy was sticking out of the top of my jeans and she must have felt it when she tucked the blue paper in.’ ‘Well baby, if you are that uncomfortable with it then we will put you in knickers for the next scan.’ Chloe felt her face redden once more, ‘well…um…I…I kind of had a little accident when she was looking for the baby.’ Chloe then buried her head in Mark’s chest and then whispered, ‘I’m actually really quite wet. It might have been a big accident.’ Mark already knew that Chloe had wet her nappy during the examination, the amount of water she had consumed made a wet nappy inevitable but he still loved to hear her tell him, ‘not to worry baby, it is not unusual.’ ‘I suppose not,’ said Chloe, ‘it still takes me by surprise from time to time though.’ ‘Well it’s been a long time now, you’ve been in nappies full time for the past nine months and you’re still adjusting. You know that you can still give it up anytime you want don’t you?’ Mark knew that this was an offer that Chloe was unlikely to accept. ‘What you mean like last time when I completely flooded myself within an hour of being out of nappies.’ ‘Well the offer is there for you to take whenever you like princess.’ ‘Let’s face it Mark, my brain seems to have accepted this new arrangement and I don’t know how to tell it otherwise.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I know baby but I will help you at every step of the way if you want to give in.’ Chloe just shook her head and enjoyed the warmth of Mark’s cuddle as she felt her nappy grow warm once more as her bladder issued a timely reminder of her nappy dependence. ‘Come on baby, we need to get back to reception.’ Mark took Chloe’s hand and led her along the corridor to the Maternity Reception where the nurse had told them to wait. A few minutes later the nurse appeared and handed Mark the folder and two grainy pictures of the scan, she wished them luck and then returned to her office. Mark continued to lead Chloe through the maze of corridors towards the exit of the hospital, ‘we are going to get you changed before we head off,’ he whispered to Chloe. Mark had spotted the adult changing facility on the way in and took Chloe inside the small room before locking the door behind them. Chloe looked around the room, it looked like a bigger version of a baby changing facility with a counter top, sink, toilet, sanitary bin and a changing station. ‘Pop yourself on her baby girl.’ Mark indicated the adult changing table by patting the mat with his hand. Chloe walked over to Mark, he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her thighs before helping her up onto the table. Chloe felt small, she was lying on her back looking at the ceiling whilst Mark began to untape her saturated nappy. ‘Oh wow baby! You really are a wet little girl.’ He tickled the inside of Chloe’s thigh making her giggle a little. Chloe reached out the changing back next to her and pulled out the pictures from the scan, she turned them to many different angles as she felt Mark delicately cleaning her nappy area before sliding out the wet padding from beneath her bottom. ‘Up you go baby.’ Chloe lifted her hips to let Mark slide the fresh nappy underneath her before lowering her hips at his command. She felt the soft, dry padding being pulled up over her vagina and then heard the tapes being applied to secure her dry nappy. Mark helped Chloe to put her jeans back on, disposed of the wet nappy, washed his hands and then led Chloe back out of the room and to the car for their journey home. Chapter 2 Chloe quickly bolted from the bedroom and threw herself down the hallway and into the bathroom; she lunged for the toilet and vomited. Morning sickness was becoming more frequent, she hated starting each day feeling so yucky but many people has assured her that this was a temporary thing. Chloe was trying to focus on positive thoughts as she felt another wave of nausea hit her, she held her head over the toilet and vomited again, as she retched, she felt her already soaked nappy becoming warm as her bladder joined in with the voiding. Kneeling on the floor with her head over the toilet, Chloe felt her nappy fail and the warm wee begin to trickle down the inside of her thighs and pool at her knees; she felt her pyjama bottoms getting wet and began to sob. Chloe pushed herself away from the toilet and sat down on the floor in her saturated nappy which forced more wetness into her pyjamas. She sat, in a pool of her own urine, feeling every bit embarrassed and upset. She was still sobbing quietly as Mark pushed open the door, he took one look at his wife and rushed over to her. ‘Oh baby girl, what has happened?’ Mark sat next to Chloe and put his arms around her. ‘I… I’m a mess. I couldn’t stop it. I was being sick and then I wet myself and then my nappy leaked and…’ Chloe burst into a full scale crying fit which stopped her from finishing her sentence. ‘Oh my beautiful baby girl don’t cry, it is okay, I will make it all better.’ Mark cuddled Chloe even tighter, he kissed her on the top of the head and then made shushing noises in her ear. ‘Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he said eventually. Chloe nodded and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, she stood up and heard the dripping as Mark began to help her up. ‘Okay princess, let’s get you in the shower.’ Mark guided Chloe to the shower cubicle and took off her pyjama top, he slid the drenched bottoms down her legs and saw the wettest nappy that he had seen in months. Chloe stood resigned to her situation and let Mark do the work. Mark untapped the nappy, it fell to the tiles with a heavy thud, he moved it to one side with his foot and then helped Chloe into the warm jets of the shower. Mark left Chloe to enjoy the water, he picked up the nappy and rolled it up as best he could, more urine seeped out as he did so but he wasn’t concerned. Chloe’s pyjamas made an improvised mop to clean up the large puddle on the floor, ‘I’ll be right back baby, I am just going to get rid of this nappy and put on the washing.’ He picked up the wet things and left the bathroom. Chloe was enjoying the warm jets of water across her skin, she tilted her head back and let the water cascade down her body. ‘You look like you are enjoying that.’ Mark had returned and was smiling at his wife. ‘Mmmmmm, it is lovely.’ Chloe turned off the shower and took Mark’s outstretched hand to get out of the cubicle, he wrapped her in a fresh towel and led her to the bedroom. Chloe saw all of her clothes laid out on the bed with the usual Tena Slip, ‘ummm, Mark. I don’t think that I want a nappy today.’ Mark looked shocked, ‘er…okay. Are you sure?’ Chloe looked at her husband, she saw the look of concern in his face and tried to look as certain as she could, ‘Yes, I am sure. I just can’t do it Mark, I am not a baby, I’m twenty years old and my morning began with me sitting in a pool of my own piss and crying because I’d wet myself so completely that my nappy had leaked like some toddler. I am a fucking grown woman!’ Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. ‘I’m sick of not being able to control my own bladder, I’m always wet, I wake up wet, I go to bed wet, I’m even wet between changes sometimes. I must smell like piss all the time.’ Chloe lost control at this point and burst into tears. ‘Oh my poor girl,’ Mark hugged Chloe tightly, ‘I will help you to get better, I promise. It’s going to take some time but it will get better.’ Mark tried to reassure his wife. ‘But it shouldn’t take time Mark, I’m a woman and not a baby learning to toilet train.’ Chloe felt angry with Mark’s lack of faith in her ability. ‘I know that you are not a toddler Chloe but you have been wearing nappies full time for a long time and you’ve just gotten a bit used to them that is all.’ Mark placed his hands on Chloe’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, ‘we will work on it together.’ Chloe nodded at her husband, ‘I’m sorry Mark, I just can’t do it any more,’ she could see the disappointment in Mark’s eyes. ‘I know that it is what you want but I am so tired of not being able to stay dry or walking around stinky because I’ve messed my nappy. I need to feel like a grown up again.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I understand. I will put the nappy away.’ Mark picked up the Tena Slip and returned it to the wardrobe, he reached to the top shelf and found a bag at the back containing Chloe’s knickers, ‘you’re going to need these,’ he said as he tossed them on the bed. Chloe watched the contents of the bag spill onto the bed and Mark walk off down the hallway to get a shower. She sat on the edge of the bed still sobbing and feeling awful about what had just happened, she reassured herself about her decision and resolved to regain her control. Chloe dried away her tears and tipped the remaining contents of the bag onto the bed; for the first time in forever she was about to wear knickers. Chapter 3 Chloe sat at the breakfast table checking her phone as Mark came through from the bedroom, she smiled at him as he got closer, ‘the kettle’s just boiled; would you like coffee?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘are you feeling any better?’ Mark sat in the chair opposite Chloe. ‘Yes I am. I am sorry about before and thank you for being so understanding.’ Chloe kissed Mark as she went to the kitchen. She was finding it strange to not hear the crinkle as she walked around or to feel the bulk of wet padding between her legs that had so often made her waddle. Chloe had just entered the kitchen when the alarm went off on her phone, ‘oh! Excuse me.’ Chloe hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom, she slid her jeans and knickers down her legs and sat on the toilet: nothing happened. Chloe looked down at the knickers between her legs and smiled as she saw that they were still dry, she gave a small push and a tiny trickle of wee made its way into the toilet bowl. Chloe felt very proud of herself and couldn’t help but recall the old Huggies advert jingle, ‘I’m a big kid now’ she quietly sang to herself. Chloe finished up and walked back along to the kitchen. Mark watched Chloe walk down the hallway with a smile on her face, ‘well? Did you make it?’ Chloe smiled again, ‘yes I did!’ ‘Well done,’ Mark paused, ‘and how often is your alarm set to go off?’ Chloe blushed, ‘um… every half an hour.’ ‘You know, we could get you some pull ups to help you with the transition, they will hold any little accidents that you might have.’ Chloe thought for a moment, she knew deep down that Mark was right and that it was a sensible suggestion but her stubbornness would not allow her to accept, ‘no thank you, I am a grown woman and I wear knickers, not nappies or pull ups.’ Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘okay baby but if you don’t do so well then you will be wearing pull ups or even nappies once more. I understand what you want to do but I am not going to be happy if you start to leave puddles everywhere.’ Chloe felt thoroughly chastised, she reconsidered the option of using pull ups but dismissed the idea by telling herself that she would not fail, ‘I will be fine, you will see. No more nappies for me!’ Chloe stuck out her tongue and then headed into the kitchen to make coffee. Mark smiled to himself, he was anticipating many accidents as Chloe tried to regain control and was deep in thought as she brought back the coffee. ‘Here you go.’ Chloe placed the hot coffee in front of him. ‘Thank you princess.’ Mark lifted the cup to his lips and carefully sipped the hot liquid, ‘so, what would you like to do today?’ Chloe thought as she sipped her own coffee, ‘I’m not really sure, I kind of want to be at home a little more today,’ Chloe made a gesture to her crotch hoping that Mark would understand. Mark looked confused for a moment, ‘oh… oh yes. I understand. You’re frightened that you might wet yourself or something.’ Chloe blushed deeply, ‘Mark! I’m just… I mean…I…’ ‘It’s fine princess, I get it. We will stay here.’ ‘I’m sorry, it is just a little embarrassing you know.’ Chloe broke eye contact with Mark and stared at her coffee. Mark got up from his chair and walked around to the other side of the table, he stood behind Chloe and put his arms around her shoulders in a loose cuddle around her neck. He kissed Chloe on the cheek and laid his head on her shoulder, ‘you know that you don’t have to be embarrassed don’t you?’ ‘I know.’ ‘It’s going to take some time, expect accidents and please don’t try to hide it from me.’ ‘I won’t’ ‘I love you Mrs Trimble, you mean the world to me and I am here for you one hundred percent.’ Mark pecked Chloe on the cheek again, ‘now, would you like some breakfast?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark stood up and headed to the kitchen, he surveyed the fridge and then the food cupboards, ‘I’ve got bacon and eggs or cereal.’ He called through the door. ‘Can I have scrambled eggs and toast please?’ She called back. ‘Sure thing gorgeous. You want juice?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark set to work cooking the breakfast, he decided to have the same thing so that he didn’t have to cook separate meals. Chloe entered the kitchen carrying her empty coffee cup as he started making toast, ‘Hi hun.’ ‘Hey, I am just getting some more coffee.’ ‘Okay baby.’ Chloe poured herself some coffee from her own pot of decaffeinated and then left Mark to carry on cooking. ‘Just a few more minutes princess,’ Mark called to Chloe as she headed out of the door. ‘Okay daddy’ Chloe replied as she returned to her seat. Mark finished cooking the eggs, he served them onto plates and then carried them back to the table, as he entered the room, Chloe’s alarm went off again. ‘Sorry, be right back,’ Chloe said as she rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She repeated the steps from her last trip to the toilet but still nothing happened. She returned to the table to see that Mark had set out juice and condiments. ‘All okay princess?’ ‘Yes thanks,’ Chloe sat down, ‘this looks wonderful.’ Chloe picked up her cutlery and began to eat. Mark and Chloe sat in silence as they each ate their breakfasts, Chloe drained her juice and after she finished her eggs she turned her attention back to the coffee. Mark watched his wife and wondered how long it would be before her high coffee and juice intake took its toll on her bladder. ‘So have you looked at any of the houses that I showed you?’ ‘No not yet but I think that we should make a move before I am too heavily pregnant.’ ‘I completely agree princess, we just need to agree on the property now.’ ‘It’s out there somewhere.’ Chloe sighed. ‘Here, let’s have a look.’ Mark pushed his plate to one side and picked up his iPad, he navigated to the saved tabs and slid the device over to Chloe. ‘I am not going to tell you which one I like best so you can have a look whilst I clear the table.’ Mark gathered the plate and now empty drinks containers and headed to the kitchen. Chloe quickly became engrossed in the houses on the screen and barely noticed Mark re-enter the room, he stood behind her and put his head on her shoulder, ‘I liked that one too.’ ‘Mark!’ she screamed, ‘you scared the shit out of me.’ Mark slapped Chloe’s wrist, ‘you do not use language like that young lady.’ Chloe dropped the iPad onto the table and rubbed her wrist, ‘I am sorry daddy,’ she said meekly, ‘you scared me. I was really interested in this house.’ Chloe picked up the tablet again and swiped through the pictures, ‘I really like this one.’ Mark smiled, ‘yes, me too. It looks perfect for what we need and it has so much space outside.’ ‘I love the master bedroom,’ Chloe swiped back to the relevant picture, ‘look at the windows and the room around the bed and it has got an en-suite and…oh no!’ Chloe dropped the tablet to the table and pushed her chair back, she jammed her hands quickly into her crotch. Mark looked down to see the growing wet spot make its way down his wife’s legs. ‘It won’t stop!’ Chloe yelled as she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.
  5. hi i have to go to asia to work (singapore, but travelling around malaysia, thailand and hopefully more) anyone here with experience of buying adult diapers in asia? Except for singapore, most other countries are developing countries and do not really have an elderly care sector. i bought online from singapore and its actually even better in america as they deliver to me in 1 day, and prices are cheap. i bought from this site Adult diapers tena pants but for malaysia and thailand, surprisingly, not that easy to find tena. I found other brands, but.... i'm terribly suspicious of Asian brands, HAHA, especially china brands. you know what i mean right.... it really sucks if urine get out of the adult diapers. I seen some japanese brands that i may try (japanese defintely more trustworthy than china) but hope there are some experience guys here with feedback? will save me a lot of troubles and money to go for tested-and-proven brands thanks guys!
  6. Hello there, i was wondering what a good diaper would be for daytime use? I have incontinence in both its forms and only so much or so little control. I love bambino bianco and secure x plus diapers, but i want something that doesn't crinkle and can hide under clothes a little easier. The reason why is because i know that my diapers have been noticed, whether by sight or noise maybe both but i don't want that to happen again. I've been incontinent for over half my life so its nothing to get used to, but its nothing that i want to be noticed for either. I live in the US, so far i have been tempted to buy some from Tena, what are your thoughts? What works best for you in the daytime?
  7. Enuresis was struggling she couldn't believe these two mortals had captured her so easy. One had her by her yellow gossamer wings. She could not be seen by mortals because they didn't know for sure if Fairies existed and she didn't want to be the one to remove all doubt. She fluttered her wings but just couldn't free herself but she was in a great position and when she kicked out she got #2 in the place where mortal men hate to get kicked. She was able to get around enough to bite #1 mortal in the thumb. She heard you bitch and was smashed against the wall, that was the last she remembered for a while. When she came to #1&2 were both passed out, both had been drunk when they caught her, that was why she was so surprised when they had actually caught her. She checked her wing and one was good the other was bent at an awkward angle. She had heard of it but didn't believe it until now, that was when Fairies and mortal meet the Fairy looses control of their bladders she was wet, her gown was wet she waved her wand and both mortals lost control of their bladders. She knew she couldn't fly to the kingdom, but how far could it be? She began walking and she noticed that the sun was getting low in the East. Night was over she found a place to sleep in an old hollow log. When the sun was getting low in the West she crawled out of the log. Her body didn't hurt as bad as earlier her wing was still out of commission, and she was wetter than she was last time, hopeful that goes away soon she thought. About 3 hours later she arrived at the Kingdom and when the other fairies saw her condition she was rushed t the Royal Fairy Hospital. when she awoke again her wing was straight but had a cast on it. She looked between her legs and she had wet diaper on. The Doctor said I'm Doctor Fairyhealer your in somewhat bad shape. What kind of mortal contact did you have? They almost captured me, but I fought them off, they were drunks. She said trying to minimize the contact.
  8. Today i did my bills and i realized how much i spend in disposable incontinence supplies. I am thinking about investing in reusables. Problem is there is no trial of reusables. I need any advice on a reusable day time brief / adult diaper reusable AIO with good absorbancy for night time. I have bed pads. I cannot afford disposables for very much longer. I am still waiting on approval of disability.
  9. Hey everyone it's Paige I'm 24 years old and from Southern California. It wasn't until just recently that I started wetting my bed again. I'm not sure if its due to stress and anxiety with school starting soon or its something more. All I know is that I've been wearing Attends 10 at night with two heavy Poise pads inside as stuffers and by the morning I'm leaking. It all started when I was starting to get up about 3 times a night to use the restroom. I have restricted my liquid intake at night so I'm not sure where all this fluid is coming from. But I was waking up at 11pm and then 3am and then 5:30am as you can imagine this has sucked. So over the past few nights I've been wearing a diaper to bed. Honestly I find it easier if i find my self waking up to have to go to the bathroom to just do it in my diaper. Sometimes I won't wake up at all. Does anyone have any recommendations for a good night time diaper that can hold about 3 wettings during the night. I thought about going out and buying some plastic pants but I've never been a big person on those. Are they worth it. I tend to leak near the leg gathering and sometimes the front of my shirt is wet when I wake up in the morning. I know I need to make a appointment with my urologist and I probably well I just wanna see if this thing goes away on its own, but until then I need a good solution. thanks for your time and reading my post. I look forward to you feedback. ThanksPaige a.k.a iCrinkle2
  10. Hello all. been a bit since I posted anything. finally finished my non fetish future story so here is a story for this board. I hope you like it. The weather was nice outside and everyone was out having fun. My mom was out at a local spa while both my sisters were out with their boyfriends. The house was empty except for me and silent enough to almost be a tomb it seemed. My sister,Jean, was at her boyfriend’s house and likely getting laid again. My other sister, Marnie was out with her boyfriend and just as likely getting laid as well. My sisters are very pretty and they can get anything they want by just asking. Marnie drives a Porsche 911 while Jean drives a red Mercedes. They both look nice in their designer clothes. Jean is 5’ 10” tall with green eyes and long black hair, a nice figure and can easily get any guy she wants. Marnie is also a brunette and stands at 5’ 11” tall with a great figure and green eyes like her sister. She has a nice Mercedes that she uses to attract the attention of any guy she wants to take and have sex with. My mom is very tall at exactly 6 foot tall and also looks like she has not aged a day over 35 either. Her hair is long and dark brown. Her eyes are green and she has such a nice figure that some guy is always trying to get her to take them into her bedroom for sex. Mom was married for a while but he died before I was born. He gave her both of my sisters, but I was conceived from a different father that she got drunk and had a one night stand with. As for me, I am not good looking or very smart according to my mother and my sisters. While both my sisters are tall, I am not. I am short at only 5’ 2” tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I am also incontinent thanks to a birth defect according to my mom and both of my sisters. It is for this reason that no one ever tried to toilet train me and just left me in diapers. My mother wanted another girl and got me instead. Because of my diapers there has been a lot of bullying and on more than one occasion, hospital visits from the bullying. My mother buys me diapers that are very thick so that there is little danger of leaking and also fewer changes that she has to bother with. My sisters have changed me numerous times and have teased me every time and called me a baby. All during my years in school they made sure that any girl I had a crush on knew about me wearing diapers. I have had them both laugh and steal my jeans numerous times then force me to walk to the office to get them back with my diaper in plain view of everyone. I was laughed at and teased a lot and bullied down through the years. I began trying to fight back but when you are short and skinny and everyone else is bigger there is very little chance of wining. I got in a few hits but when you have nine or more guys holding you down and pounding on you it is not a fair fight but they don’t care and my sisters refuse to help me. My mother seems to think I start the fights so it is my own fault that they beat me up. Last year my sisters built a changing table with restraining straps and when I was talking to a girl I had a crush on they grabbed me and dragged me to the table to be changed. The girl laughed then changed my diaper as her and my sisters laughed about it along with everyone else in the cafeteria. It goes without saying that when I found the girl only wanted to help my sisters humiliate me it hurt and made me decide to not bother to try ever again. Who wants to be around a boy who still has to wear diapers? The answer is simple, No one. For the last year of school I have resolved to just stay as quiet as I can and try to be invisible. I have no intention of trying to get a date or even talking to a girl outside of normal classroom requirements. Trying that last year had gotten me beat up badly twice and then humiliated and my heart smashed into a million pieces. The only upside to school this year is that we have a new principal and she refuses to let my sisters get away with the same shit as last year. That meant no more being the baby in their life skills classes. Having them change my diaper in front of the entire class is humiliating but they thought it was funny as did the teacher and everyone else in the class. When my mom heard about it she laughed like hell. I hate my life a lot of times. My mother lets my sister get away with constant humiliation of me and thinks it is funny. It’s my fault for being born a boy instead of a girl so I just let them get it over with now as resisting does no good. I only have to finish this year and then pray I can get a scholarship that will allow me to get away from my sisters and my mother. If there is no scholarship then I may as well as take the long step to the canyon floor known locally as lovers leap. It is 400 feet straight down to a hard stone canyon floor where a river used to flow through it before they diverted it for a hydroelectric dam. If I graduate and have no chance of escape then my life means nothing and that is how I will end it all. I do not want to be a baby all my life and be humiliated because I had the bad luck to be born a boy instead of a girl. I am not a sissy but it seems that girls can get anything they want while a guy like me gets nothing but abuse for being small and still being in diapers. It is not fair but it is my existence and nothing is going to change how things are I suppose, so graduating with good grades and getting a scholarship are all I can pray for. With school in three weeks I have had to do extra chores around the house to pay for the school supplies mom will have to buy me. I worked my ass off this summer and hoped to be able to get a mountain bike but no such luck as my mother had to buy my sisters some new designer handbags and I was told that it was expensive enough just keeping me stocked up on diapers so a mountain bike was out of the question. I was frustrated but not surprised by this. Fixing the three cars saved my mother enough money to afford the expensive handbags they all wanted without having to worry about spending any extra money. I have taken auto shop again this year since each time they cover a different aspect of working on cars. This year they will be letting us do body work and engine work on more expensive cars. I tis one of the classes I really like since Mr. Klein does not let anyone get away with teasing me or wrecking my work. The last guy that tried was kicked out of class for the year. He caught up to me later that day with nine of his buddies and beat the shit out of me for it. I spent a week in the hospital recovering and the asshole was not even arrested because he was only 17. As usual this year I would be walking to school again. My mom refuses to let me take the bus and my sisters refuse to give me a ride as they don’t want their cars smelling like shitty diapers according to them. I can’t take the bus either as it means I am being a lazy brat according to my mother. I walk everywhere as I have no other way of getting around. My mom sold my old BMX bike a few years ago when she got mad at me because the price of my diapers went up by a dollar a case. I have such a wonderful life you know. The last days of summer vacation drew to a close and I finished tuning up the cars and changing the spark plugs in them as well as adjusting the timing on the Porsche. I had my sister take it to the auto shop three blocks away where I volunteer part time in exchange for Charlie teaching me everything he knows about cars. The shop caters mainly to the rich and I now do almost all the work on the cars myself while Charlie gets caught up on his porn surfing. He takes the credit and the cash but I at least get to expand my knowledge more. With only three days until school registration a new customer pulled in with her daughter in a older model BMW car. She had barely made it to the shop when it died on her and she had no clue why. Her Daughter is a gorgeous Japanese girl the same age as me but I took one look at her and and smacked myself hard so to speak. I simply reminded myself that like all women in the world, she was off limits and would want absolutely nothing to do with me. Her mother was attractive as well and I saw no ring on her finger which is a surprise as attractive as she seemed to be. Charlie was busy in the office so I helped push the car in then got the paperwork started. Her daughter introduced herself to me as Kioko. She has a pretty smile but I know better so I kept reminding myself of what happened the last time I got stupid. “I wont know how long it will take to fix your car until I get under the hood and start checking things out to find out what caused it to quit working. If you leave your phone number then I can call you when I know what is wrong and then give you an estimate on the time and cost to fix it.” “Thank you so much. It just died at the edge of your parking lot and wouldn’t start again. Do you by chance know where 2317 Forest road is at?” “I know the area ma’am. It is about 3 miles from here. You go to the stop light two blocks down the road then go left until you get to the next stop light. After that you go right and it is going to be on your right side just after the turnoff to the lake.” “Can you call us a cab then?” I got her phone number and wrote it on the work order for the car right in front of her then called her a cab. Her daughter vanished to the restroom for a few minutes then came back out yawning. “I called Bernie and he should be here in about ten minutes. He’s the cheapest and most honest cab in town.” I pointed out the vending machines and then went to work on the car. After three hours it was time to close up the shop for the day and wake up my boss. The BMW needed a lot of work and after waking up Charlie I would give them a call to let them know what all was wrong with it and see if they wanted it fixed or not. I changed my wet diaper and noticed a used adult diaper about my size in the trash. We had a busy day today so it could have been anyone. I told Charlie to go home and I would close up as usual. He had been trying to catch up on the paperwork he had been forced to neglect while recovering from a bad fall. His great Dane saw a cat and took off after it. He was tripped as the dog wrapped the leash around him and took off after the cat. The end result was a broken left arm and hip. The dog is great and loves people but can’t resist chasing any cat he sees. Charlie finally admitted he was tired and grabbed his car keys to go home. “Alex, Why don’t you just go ahead and close up real fast. I’ll give you a ride home. It looks like it’s going to rain. You can finish working on the car in the morning.” “Thanks. Let me give her a call and tel her the news about the car real fast and see if she wants it fixed or not.” I called the lady and she picked up on the third ring. “This is Alex at the repair shop. Your car needs a new alternator and a new fuel pump. I would also recommend an oil change and new plugs as well as a new oil filter. I can have the car done by tomorrow afternoon if you want me to work on it. The cost shouldn’t be more than about $400.00 with labor. Okay then, I’ll get started on it in the morning when I come in. I’ll give you a call when it’s done and you can come get it.” I hung up the phone and wondered how long it would be before that cute girl knew about my diapers and joined in with everyone else in teasing me. I closed up the shop and set the alarm before getting in the car as it began to sprinkle. By the time Charlie dropped me off it was pouring heavily and I was grateful I did not have to walk. I waved goodbye to Charlie and went inside to find some food to eat. Mom gave me a look that told me I was in trouble for something. “I see you’re getting lazy again. Too good to walk like everyone else?” “Mom! It’s pouring outside! I’d have been soaked and sick by the time I got home!” She looked at me and frowned. “And who’s fault is it that you did not take a rain poncho with you today?” “I don’t have any rain gear! You gave it to Jean a month ago when she lost hers at the lake! The money I make I have to give to you! You wont let me have any money so how could I afford to buy a new rain poncho?” “Fine. But next time you get lazy I’ll make sure you have extra chores. Now go look at your sister’s car. It stalled on her again today and I can not afford the repair shop prices.” So much for dinner tonight. I would be busy looking at Marnie’s car and trying to fix it instead of eating anything for dinner. I hate days like this. Anytime I get a ride home she gets mad about it and calls me lazy then makes me do extra chores and refuses to let me have anything to eat. I looked at Marnie’s car and found the problem immediately. She forgot to put gas in the tank and it ran out of fuel. I shook my head and grabbed the spare gas can. It was only two gallons but it was still full. I poured the fuel into her gas tank and fired it up. This would be enough to get it to the gas station where she could fill the tank up. I turned off the motor and walked in to tell mom. “There is nothing wrong with the car. She ran it out of gas again is all. I put the emergency gas in it and that will get her to a gas station where she can fill the tank again. I checked everything else and the car is in good shape.” She looked at me a moment then spoke up. “Fine. Go eat and then get out of my hair unless I need you.” I started to walk off and heard her mumbling. “Damned worthless boy. Why couldn’t I have had another girl?” I hated it when she was like this but the only thing I could do was grab a quick bite to eat and then slip quietly back to my room and stay out of her sight. I grabbed a bite to eat then made my way back to my room to grab a bit of sleep. I woke up some time with a loaded diaper and sighed. It’s never fun waking up like this, but it is nothing new to me. I grabbed a clean diaper and made my way to the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed. The mess had gone everywhere inside of the diaper so I tossed the diaper in a plastic sack, tied the sack shut then got in the shower to wash the rest of the mess off of myself. After I was clean and the shower was just as clean I got out and put a clean diaper on. The clock on the wall read 10:30 pm so I went back to my room and crashed for the night. When I woke up again it was five in the morning and my diaper was soaked as usual. I took care of the problem then got ready for the day. I rounded up the laundry, sorted it and got it all going before setting out some food for mom and my two sisters. I would eat from the vending machine at work so mom would not accuse me of being a pig and eating too much. The laundry was washed, dried, and folded when they finally got out of bed. With my morning chores finished I grabbed my jacket and house keys then left for work. Jean blocked the door. “Where you going so early diaper boy?” “I have to go to work. I have a on old 1990 BMW to finish repairing and it will take me most of the day to fix it.” “You’re not trying to sneak off to meet some girl are you?” I looked at her like she was an idiot. “Like any girl would want anything to do with me! You and Marnie have helped to make sure of that. I haven’t forgotten what you guys did the last time.” She smiled at me. “That was so fucking funny! The look on your face when we had her help us change your diaper in front of everyone was priceless! You looked about ready to cry when she put that pacifier in your mouth and laughed!” “Thank you for the reminder. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to work on time today. I told the lady we would have her car done this afternoon since we do not have any other ones at the moment.” “AHA! So you are going to meet some woman! I fucking knew it!” “She is a customer you fucking twit! She has a daughter that is likely just as old as me! Don’t even start about the daughter! I have only seen her once and likely never will again. Besides, by the time the first three days of school are over I’m sure you and Marnie will have let every girl in school know about my diapers. I have no intentions of trying to for the impossible this year. I Learned my lesson last year and do not intend to let it happen again this year. I plan to work and study and not even bother with trying for a girlfriend. Now if you don’t mind, I have a three mile walk ahead of me to get to work.” She let me go after I threatened to tell her boyfriend that she was cheating on him with another guy. Surprisingly enough it worked. I think she is honestly serious about this one. He is a nice guy and different from all the others she has dated. I hope it works out for them Marnie on the other hand is a complete slut and will fuck almost any guy as long as he is good looking and disease free and has money. I make the three mile hike to the shop in 45 minutes and let myself in. After turning off the alarm I get to work on the car sitting in the repair bay. We will not be open for another two hours yet so I can get a lot of work done in those two hours before the official start of the business day. Charlie finally showed up 10 minutes before opening and was not surprised to see me already buried deep in the engine compartment of a car. He tried to help but with bad arm and a bad leg he almost fell. He smiled at me. “I think it would be best if I sat on my ass and got more of the dreaded paperwork caught up before I slip and get banged up even more. I brought King today since the painters are going to be in and out of the house today constantly and I don’t need King tripping any of them thinking they are there to play with him like last time. This time none of them have any children to keep king busy playing all day.” I laughed and was tackled by a mountain of dog fur. King washed my face and battered my legs with his tail as I wrestled with him a few minutes before I finally got him off of me. I pet him for a few minutes then he finally settled down so I could work on the car. Every so often he would come over and look inside the engine compartment and wash my face. For a great Dane he is very affectionate and loves everyone except for Marnie. He hates her and growls at her when she gets near. I ruffled his fur and scratched him behind the ears before he let me go back to work. By one in the afternoon I had the car running again and sounding better than when I had first gotten it started. I was about to go call Mrs. Leigh and let her know her car was finished when I heard King bark. I heard a shout of surprise then laughter as I came around the corner to find the lady scratching King behind his ears as he had his front legs on her shoulders. “King! Down!” King dropped back down to the floor as the lady laughed about it. “King, Sit!” “Sorry about that ma’am. He doesn’t mean any harm. He likes everyone and thinks everyone is here just to play with him.” “That’s okay. I used to have a dog just like that as well. Is the car done yet, or is it worse than I thought?” “I was just about to call you, ma’am. The car is done and ready to go.” I fired it up and she looked genuinely surprised to hear it running so well. I gave her the bill and she paid for it with a platinum credit card. The card passed with no problems so I let her drive the car out of the shop. With that done I got busy working on an old project car I had salvaged from a scrap yard a few years ago. I was slowly restoring an old 55 corvette bit by bit and about all that was left was to put the rebuilt engine back into the car then bolt everything back together. Three hours later I had the engine in place and bolted down. I had refilled the oil and replaced the radiator as well. The transmission had been rebuilt a month ago and after the motor was in the car I mated the two together carefully. With everything done I Carefully closed the hood and started it up for the first time since I got it. It turned over after a few seconds and responded with a roar that made me smile. I had everything done on the old car except the paint job which I did not have the money for yet. I did all the primer paint myself and spent a lot of time sanding it smooth and then gently cleaning it off before covering it with a tarp to keep it clean. Charlie came out of the office when he heard the car running and smiled when he saw it running smoothly. “It still needs a good paint job but it is finally finished and ready to be registered again. It only took me three years to get it all done but I finally got it done and ready to go.” “It sounds good. Did you put those parts on that I found at the swap meet?” “I put them on a week ago. I wonder how fast this thing will go?” Charlie smiled as he looked the car over. “This looks real nice. Been a long time since I seen one this old still running. Does your mother know about this car yet?” “Nope. I have not told her or anyone about it yet. She has no clue I got my drivers license last year either. If she had her way I’d never have anything. I’d be stuck being the family slave forever if she had her way about it. My sisters can have anything they want but I have to bust my ass for anything I want and then my sisters are just as likely to take it from me anyways. That’s why I have not told them about this car. Jean or Marnie would want it and my mom would force me to sign it over to them.” Charlie sighed. “Your mother is poor excuse for a parent and your two sisters are spoiled brats with no fucking brains. Nice tits but no brains.” We both laughed over that one then calmed down and I had to agree with him. “Did those parts for Marnies’s car come in yet?” “They are due in tomorrow. When we get them in I’ll let you know so the brat will stop pestering you about them.” Tomorrow I have to get the parts in for for Mr. Thompson’s corvette, if the parts show up that is. If they are not here tomorrow by three I’m going to raise hell with someone. Been waiting three weeks for those parts to come in. With nothing much else to do I cleaned up the shop then helped get the paperwork caught up. By the time we closed my diaper was soaked again. I changed and then hauled out the trash before we locked up the garage. “I’ll be late getting in tomorrow. I have to register for classes. Registration starts at seven and I plan to be one of the first ones in line to register so I can get it done and quickly then get back here to help and maybe even finish getting the last of the paperwork caught up. I hope to have the project car ready to go to the body shop for paint in a few weeks if I can get enough money up for the paint job. Going for classic red and white.” I ruffled King’s head a few moments then had to push him off of me as he washed my face again and wagged his tail like mad. Charlie finally helped me get King off of me while we both laughed about it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Charlie. I walked home and saw Mrs. Leigh and her daughter pass by me but not stop. No surprise there and I would not have expected it either. Have to admit though, Kioko is damned nice looking. I sighed and kept on walking home. I have no illusions about her wanting me or even having any interest in me. This year was not going to be a repeat of last year. I have no intention of letting some girl sucker me so she can help my sisters humiliate me in front of everyone. Besides, within a few days she will know about my diapers and will want nothing to do with me unless her mother’s car breaks down again. Registration was a pain in the ass and I ended up spending three hours trying to get registered. In the end they resorted to writing everything down in a large notebook in order to get the line moving. They promised to have the computers back up by the end of the day and have all of our schedules in the system before school started. I had to give them a packet of health information that detailed my incontinence as well as my shot records. I finally finished signing up for my classes and turned to leave and go change my soaked diaper. I bumped face first into Kioko. I quickly apologized to her and to my surprise she did not insult me but merely smiled at me as I got around her and then walked off without even allowing myself a backwards glance at the impossible. She looked very nice but I know better than to let myself try for what can never be. Once classes started that would be the last I would see of her and within a few days she would know about my need for diapers. The shop was dead slow so I helped get the paperwork caught up then worked on the project car for a little while. By the time closing time came around I had finished the interior of the car. Except for the seats which still needed to be reupholstered. I changed my diaper and we closed up the shop. I had one more day of freedom before school started and with it, the bullying. My sisters would lead the charge on that front as they think it’s funny. I was walking home and saw Kioko go by on a mountain bike. I looked briefly at her then turned my head and kept on walking towards home. I resolved to make more of an effort to not let myself fall for anyone or even let myself believe for an instant that any woman would want me. After what happened last year it would be easy to not trust anyone. I started thinking about Kioko and then forced myself to remember last year and how my crush ended. I was forced onto a large changing table and and changed in front of everyone. My sisters even had the girl I wanted help change my wet diaper as everyone laughed at me. She had suckered me and made me think I had a chance when all her and my sisters wanted was to pull one more real good prank on me in front of everyone. They set me up beautifully and I was stupid and trusting enough as well as desperate enough to naively believe she wanted me. I was a fool for trusting her or anyone else for that matter. I learned my lesson and there would be no repeat of it this year. I vowed to trust no one in the school. The moment I let m guard down they will be right there to make my life a living hell again and then laugh about it. I have been teased and humiliated to the point that I expect nothing less anymore. This year all I planned to do was stay quiet and keep my head down. Maybe if I shut up and left everyone alone it would get me picked on less. I already knew that my sisters would go out of their way to make sure I got bullied this year. My mother would only laugh about it and say it was all my fault for being a boy and having to wear diapers. I sometimes wonder if it is ever going to end. 45 minutes after leaving the shop I finally arrive back home to find that my mother has gone shopping for school clothes for me. In my room are jeans with transparent plastic and snaps in the crotch. My backpack she got me was transparent as well and would do nothing to hide the fact that I carried spare diapers and other changing supplies in it. Each one of the five shirts had a pacifier on a string sewn to the front of them. One of my shirts said, “Something smell? Check my diaper!” An arrow pointed down to my diapered region. I refused to wear any of those shirts if I could get out of it and the jeans would be burned the first chance I got. The backpack would simply vanish into a trash can where it would never be found again. I rounded all of the clothes up and stuffed them into the backpack then proceeded to leave the house to dispose of them all. I walked about a mile and then tossed everything into the trash can of an apartment building. With this done I walked back home. I passed Kioko again but barely even glanced at her as she road slowly past me on her bike. I wished I still had a bike but my mom got mad and sold it when the price of my diapers went up. I have been walking since then and my mother has refused to let me have a mountain bike or any form of transportation unless I can buy it myself. Everything I make she has to have to pay for my diapers according to her, but I know she just takes it to keep me from having anything. Jean and Marnie get anything they want and can get away with almost everything. If the cars break down then it is up to me to fix them. I have the 1955 corvette at the shop that they do not know about and it is almost done. Finish the seats then get plates and insurance and it will be all mine legally. I would love to brag and show it off but I will have to keep it a secret from my mother and my sisters. Last week Marnie laughed and told me if I ever get a car she’ll make sure mom gives it to her or sells it to pay for something her and Jean want. With my family, there is no way to win easily. I never asked to be born a boy or to be incontinent for life. I get treated like it’s all my fault for being a boy and still having to wear diapers at the age of 17. I would move out when I turn 18 but I have no money to pay for the deposit on a place. I’m essentially stuck unless I get a scholarship to a school and can get away from my family for good. If that fails and student loans fail there is one recourse left. I’ll take a nice long step off a 400 foot cliff. No one would care or miss me anyways so why not? It is tempting now but I will wait and see how it all pans out at the end of the school year. Maybe a miracle will happen and and a hot little gal like Kioko will like me. I laugh that idea away and dredge up the memory of the last girl I wanted. How she laughed and changed my diaper in front of everyone while my sisters held me down on a giant changing table. They all thought it was funny how she ridiculed me and made fun of the fact that I thought she could ever be interested in dating a diaper wearing loser like me. I ran home crying that day and my mother laughed about it then refused to excuse me or even punish my sisters. The rest of the year was spent in misery. I walked back in and my mother laughed about the clothes that my two sisters had placed in my room and thought it was a shame I had disposed of the clothes. Since I had disposed of the clothes and not cleaned the house for them I could go without dinner as a punishment. I could also sleep outside tonight as well to teach me to appreciate things more. I picked up my small bag with a change of clothes and threw six more diapers in it then went outside. Her and my two sisters had a nice steak dinner while I could only watch and drool. I watched for about five minutes then walked away from the house. My mother had Jean and Marnie hold me while she rifled through my pockets and my wallet. She found the 20 dollar bill and took it before having my sisters toss me outside and lock the door behind me. With no money and it threatening to rain I simply walked towards the one place I might find some shelter at least before going to school tomorrow. I was tempted to slash the tires on all three cars in revenge but it would do no good. It was raining by the time I got three blocks away. I was soaked and cold but I knew that once in the shop I could dry off easily enough and crash on the couch in the office. Kioko and her mother passed by me and never stopped but I expected nothing less. Even if they did give me a ride, my mother would find out and punish me for it so it was better this way. I was almost five blocks from the shop when Kioko and her mother passed by me again. They slowed down but I never even stopped or looked back. A few minutes later I was in the shop and locking the doors behind me. My clothes slowly dried out overnight as I slept in just my diaper until the alarm on my watch went off at 5:30 in the morning. I had a supply of diapers stored in an old trunk in the office if I ever needed them. I woke up and changed into a clean diaper then got dressed and worked on my project car until Charlie came in at 8:00. “Came in early to work on the car I see.” “Just about done with the seats. Just have to bolt them in.” He came over and helped me bolt them in place. I got a call last night from Mrs. Leigh. She said she saw you walking in the rain and then a little later coming into the shop. Care to let me know what happened?” “She got mad at me for doing something stupid and kicked me out of the house for the night to teach me a lesson is all. I’ll go home tonight after work and apologize. If I do a bunch of extra chores and shut up maybe I’ll get to..never mind.” Charlie had no idea my mom often refused to let me eat as a punishment and I was not about to tell him either. It would make things worse for me. “My first class starts at 10 today and all they are doing is a meet and greet. After school is over then I’ll come over and work until close then go home.” I changed my diaper at 9:30 and left for school. Jean and Marnie were talking with Kioko when I passed by them and I knew that I was right. Kioko looked at me and smiled as I walked by then returned to her conversation with my sisters. I guess they wanted to take no chances on any cute girl getting interested in me and were off to an early start on making sure I stayed single and lonely this year as well. I expected nothing less though so this was no surprise to me. I had already written off any chances of getting with Kioko or any girl for that matter. I figured that this year I would not let myself get suckered like last year. Each class was only 30 minutes today since all they were doing was handing out textbooks and letting us all figure out where to sit at. I did the smart thing and sat at the back of my classes this year and was always one of the last ones in so as to avoid drawing attention to myself. I had Government with Mr. Hopkins then Math with Mr. Ross. After that I had Automotive with Mr. Klein where I would get an easy A. I had a lunch break for all the good it did me with no money then it was on to art with Mrs. Ross and then, finally, welding with Mr. Daniels. I was little surprised to see that Kioko had the exact same schedule as I did, but I refused to even look at her or any girl more than was absolutely necessary. During Art Kioko sat near me but I never said a single word to her or anyone. During lunch I sat a t a table and faced the wall reading one of my textbooks until the bell rang for the next class. I changed just after art class then after welding class was over I quietly left the room and kept my head down while walking to my locker. Already the bullies had struck. Someone had glued a picture of a baby in a diaper to my locker and used a picture of my face for the baby’s face. I took the picture off the locker quietly and threw I away before dropping off my books and then leaving the school. Jean and Marnie snickered as I walked by them on the way to the exit. I figure it must have been one of them that did the picture. If they had expected to see me angry they were going to be disappointed. I expected the bullying and pranks to start right away and this was not a big shock to me. I passed by Kioko and she smiled at me but I simply stayed quiet and did my best to ignore her attempts to sucker me into something. This year I am going to shut up and not cause anyone any trouble. I refuse to let any girl sucker me like last year. Even my lunch table is in an out of the way location so I will not be seen much. I want to be as invisible as I can this year. Maybe if they don’t get a reaction out of me they will get bored with their game and go look for a new target to pick on. It’s a nice thought but I know better. They like to torment me because they can and I will get into trouble for fighting back. My only goal is to get good grades and hope for a scholarship or the ability to get a student loan. I head for the shop and Charlie is working on the tow truck again. He hears me com in and looks up. “Alternator and starter both this time. Was just bolting in the alternator if you care to change out the starter for me.” I slid under the truck and within 20 minutes had the started changed out. We fired up the truck and then parked it back outside. I came back in and Charlie got a call to go get a stalled car for a lady. “On the desk is something for you. I’ll be back in a bit.” My stomach growled at me but I ignored it as I walked into the office. Something smelled good. A pizza sat on the desk with note on it from Charlie. “Alex, sit and eat this. Soda is in the fridge for you as well.” How Charlie knows I have no clue but he always seems to know when my mother is being a bitch to me. I ate the pizza and drank some soda before getting back to work on corvette. Today I was installing a cheap stereo in it that I had got from a pawn shop It was not much but better than having an empty spot in the dash. It was only a 20 watt system but it would play a CD and had a good enough sound for me. I got installed and then changed into a clean diaper. I was getting ready to close after covering the car up when the phone rang. “Charlie’s Garage this is Alex how may I help you?” It was Charlie on his cell phone. “Spare key is in the magnet box under the rear bumper, Charlie. I was just closing up now. You need me to stick around and wait for you?” “Okay then, and thanks for the food, Charlie. It was good. Okay then, see you tomorrow after school.” I hung up the phone and turned of the open sign. Poor Charlie. The young lady had her little two year old sit in the truck and he locked the doors on Charlie so he had to call and ask me where the spare key was at. The lady would have to have her car towed and worked on tomorrow. It had stalled as she was trying to get here in the first place. I double checked everything and then after emptying the trash I finally closed up and went home to face my mother who would likely be angry about something that would inevitably be my fault somehow. 45 minutes later I reached the house and let myself in. No one was home so Immediately began getting a meal ready for them. With everything cooking I sorted laundry and got it started then made all the beds while constantly checking the food. Two hours later they finally came home just as I had finished setting the table for three people. I know better than to assume my mother was going to let me eat. I was right too. She sat down and ate everything along with Jean and Marnie. They finished and I cleared the table then did the dishes. I put the leftovers in the refrigerator and did not try to eat any of it. With this done along with all the chores I let my mother know. She simply replied that it had better be done right or I would be out for a week this time. End One That's it for chapter one folks. I have more written and will post it later. Taking my time on this story so it will be a bit between chapters. As always good folks, thank you for reading this. All comments and questions welcomed as are the correct powerball numbers in advance. Currently working on chapter four of this story and hope to have that done in a few days. Will post the next chapter in a day or two. busty here right now with the Sturgis rally. lots of bikes and it makes more work for me. See you guys soon.
  11. I haven't posted much lately, crazy busy with work and preparation for my daughters wedding. I knew if I thought enough and developed the right techniques, I'd come up with the appliance. Unfortunately, the description will have to do for now. The computer is being stubborn and I can't upload pics from my phone. Start with a straight vinyl catheter. I use 16FR. You need a heat gun, steel ruler, razor knife, clamps, and a pair of pliers with a round notch approximately 14FR. I'm using a pair of electrical pliers that have a pair of smooth round notches in the jaws. Pre warm pliers with heat gun. Hold catheter in plier notch near hole where inner sphincter is. Heat inner side next to pliers VERY SLOWLY and tubing will start to swell. Use slight pressure to mushroom tubing against flat edge of pliers. The pliers will protect the part of the tubing from the heat and shrink it's diameter slightly. Measure from the narrowing about 6-8 cm and cut the tubing lenghtwise starting with a long sloped cut. Place the ruler on edge in the U and clamp down. Cut on both sides leaving a thin tail. Trim smooth and cut to final length. For me it's 19cm. I'll upload a pic a soon as I can.
  12. I am disabled, I have Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified with traits of Aspergers Syndrome, Epilepsy and multiple learning Difficulties. What does that mean ? I have autism, while I am generally High functioning, I also have traits of low functioning autism as well, sensory issues, communication difficulties and stimming One problem I have with sensory processing disorder, is that I am hypo-tactile, meaning I don't get the same stimulation from something touching me as you would. Because of this I have always enjoyed the sensation of a poopy diaper, as it is kind of a sensory input for me. Being epileptic when I have a seizure (between 1 and 3 times a month) I am usually incontinent. Aside from that I have full control over my bladder and bowel The problem I have is because I am mostly High Functioning, I am overly smart, I can talk about all kinds of things, from Integral and Differential Calculus to Philosophy, from Material Science to Sociology, and I am a Computer Geek and a science nerd. I hate being so intelligent, and such a know it all, because it makes it hard to find friends with similar interests. I honestly wish I was Severely Disabled, and functioned on the cognitive level of a 2 year old, so I wouldn't know any better, and could be looked after 24/7 Knowledge is scary, and it can be used as a weapon as well as a tool. But I doubt that will ever happen, Any one else feel the same way ?
  13. Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.
  14. I've been incontinent for the past 18 or so months. It came on kind of quick, but before long, found myself totally incontinent, night and day. (I've chosen to embrace wearing diapers and being incontinent, rather than to fret over it all). But lately, I no longer get that feeling of having to pee. I know I have to pee because I start wetting my diaper. There are times, when laying in bed, I just feel myself peeing. It didn't feel like I had to pee, I just started going. I can't remember when I last had that feeling of having to go. As anyone else lost that feeling? I'm also fecal incontinent now. This started almost a year ago, and started by occasional accidents of just not being able to hold it. But now, I can't hold it at all...I get the feeling of having to go and then before I can do anything about it, I soil my diaper. I'm wondering if what happened with my urinary incontinence, will happen with my fecal incontinence. Will, as some point, instead of feeling like I have to go but can't hold it, will I just start to do a number two in my diaper. Any thoughts?
  15. I've read Doctors advice on incontinence on the internet and think it could be best to do the opposite of what they say to become incontinent or just have a very weak bladder. They suggest strengthening the bladder by holding for longer, and say going too often just in case can make the bladder smaller. How about going for a wee every half an hour and forcing out what ever you can. At night don't drink anything before bed so the bladder won't fill during the night. When you do wake have a wee straight away and go back to sleep. You'll need a nappy for bed. If you do this for a few weeks the bladder should shrink and you could try going for a wee every quarter of an hour to make it even worse. Once the bladder is very small you won't be able to hold it for long and risk wetting yourself. Now you need to weaken the pelvic floor muscles. When these are weak you can suffer from stress incontinence which means any stress on your pelvic floor makes you wet yourself. Laughing, coughing, sneezing will cause a leak. As soon as you feel the urge to wee relax your bladder and let it flow out. Don't force it out as you want to weaken the muscles and don't clench like you would to stop the flow. You don't want to exercise the pelvic floor. Over time I think you'll have a tiny bladder that can't hold much and muscles that aren't strong enough to stop the flow so you'll be constantly dribbling wee into your nappy. What does everyone think, would this work?
  16. Does anyone else find it a huge pain when you are so tired that you can barely stand up and you plop down on your bed only to realize you haven't changed for the night. Now I have to make sure I have cleaned up and put a fresh diaper on before bed. I am sorry but this is another part of my incontinence that really gets me down. I just needed to vent. Thanks for reading. Peace, C P.S. The thing I find worse is getting all cleaned up and ready for bed and yup, time for another clean and change. That happened tonight.
  17. Good Evening Guys and Girls, Im a newbie to this site. Not a newbie to wearing nappies. I am 37 yo, I live in West Birmingham and have been near enough incontinent for the last 5 years (Medical condition). I wear nappies 24/7 and use various brands. I am lucky enough to have an amazing girlfriend who supports me through this, who a while ago agreed to wear at night with me and who now doesn't wake up dry very often at all. I am blessed with this and know this is what a lot of people strive for in a relationship. We are lucky enough to know a lot of AB's and DL's around the Midlands, we are also the go to people for nappies. As we dabble in import and export, buying and selling. We don't do this to make a huge amount of money, mainly to help with those who struggle with discretion and cant have nappies delivered to their houses (Message us). We very much look forward to becoming an integral part of the UK community and hope to speak with you all very soon. M & K x
  18. Hello! This is my first post on here, as I am in need of some help. I would like to wet the bed, at night while sleeping, and wake up without knowing I peed... Now I know there are many threads just like this one, but I have a unique question.Is there any special drugs or herbs that can force me to wet the bed at night? Is there any special things I can drink or eat to help wet the bed? What are some methods to train to wet the bed or instantly wet the bed?I'v tried hypnosis and drinking a good amount of water before going to bed, but nothing, as I sleep through the night and wake up with a full bladder...So if anyone can help or give me some tips, please let me know, anything would be appreciated P.S. If this is the wrong sub-forum for this thread, then please move it to the right one, thanks!
  19. Hey! wasn't sure where to best post this but feel free to move it to different forum. I have a friend who I consider one of my closest friends. For a bit of background we’ve never both been single at the same time since knowing each other but hangout lots and helped each other out recently through bad breakups/ rough patches. At this point though while I wouldn’t rule it out ,I’m not really looking for anything other then being friends. The other day while hanging out at her house drinking margaritas she mentioned that she gets frequent almost chronic UTIs ( were talking like over 10 so far this year) She’s been fairly open about this in the past and I mentioned that I have a genuine interest in most things medical/ often think about going into nursing at some point in life. We kept talking and she confided in me that she has fairy regular accidents if one comes on suddenly and some times uses pull ups/ depends to help manage if one is really bad. I told her matter of- factly that medical issues being “taboo” are I think one of the stupidest things that exist in society and thanked her for feeling comfortable enough with me to get that stuff off her chest. When the subject of anything to do with diapers, peeing, incontinence, etc is brought up I feel sometimes like people can see through me. I want to be supportive of my friend in anyway I can but for obvious reasons feel like I’m being dishonest. Has anyone ever been in a similar position. How did you handle it?
  20. So I had a thought, and maybe someone here with a working bladder might want to try it. I think it might be easier to untrain your your bladder with cloth diapers, rather then disposables. I've been experimenting with cloth diapers lately to help with bedwetting and I notice it feels remarkably similar to wet pants, except that it doesn't spread. If you could condition yourself to urinate when there is no discernible difference in fabric, maybe your mind would be willing to let go easier? I remember before I began having problems noticing a distinct difference between wearing a disposable and wearing underwear, and thought perhaps if you make the diaper indistinguishable from clothes, and got use to it, your brain would have an easier time adjusting to the idea of wetting whenever, as opposed to only wetting when you feel the diaper. Also, for those of you who are 24/7 with cloth, how do you like it? I haven't found the right fit for me personally, and I don't really know what plastic pants to get, but the last ones I got gave me a very painful rash around the elastic, is it too tight? Anyways, that's all, sorry if I didn't make my point across very well, let me know if I need to refine it.
  21. Every year, all the residents in my apartment complex go to a local banquet hall for our annual Christmas dinner party. They usually charter buses to take us, since typically about two-thirds of the complex attends. I, along with several other people in wheelchairs, traveled in a disability van. Long story short, on the way home I noticed that the vibration of the van was causing me to experience something close to true incontinence--I didn't full-out flood, but the urine came out in dribbles. At first I thought I was imagining feeling wetter, as this had never happened before--until I checked after I got home. Sure enough, I was wet, though admittedly not much. Which leads me to wonder, has an experience like this happened to anybody else, where the bus vibration would cause leaks?
  22. Mituna wasn't a normal teen in the least. He was intersex, and had had a skateboarding accident a few years ago that led to him loosing his speech filter and not quite having full control of his bladder. Today, he was coloring in his living room, and didn't realize he had to go pee. After about an hour, he finally realized that he had to go, but when he stood, all of the pee rushed out and soaked his pants and the page he had been coloring. He began to cry in embarrassment. Just then, his girlfriend got home from grocery shopping.
  23. Hello there, i'm new here and wanting to say hi, hopefully make a couple friends along the way. For most of my life i've had troubles and i mean incontinence in both forms. While i can control some of it, i can't control all of it and certainly not all the time. There is much more to my life than diapers such as hiking, camping, i love to travel, read books, take pictures, and in the summer i love to swim. I'm 33, male, from TN and just wanting to say hi.
  24. Briefing This is an 80% fiction story about a high school boy who becomes incontinent after a terrible accident. Ther is going to be some humor, some love, some ambitious acts, some plot twists, and mabey some vulgar scenes, depending on what the people want and how I feel. You are ment to feel for the characters, and feel against others. This is a story filled with detail so don't speed read this, just enjoy the ride. This is also my first story so feedback is helpful and greatly appreciated. Also tabs for some reason didn't show up so don't freak out. Some advice on how to fix this issue is appreciated. Prologe Its funny, five little glasses of hard liquor can change a life so drastically, so fast. The change can be never undone. Trust me I know how devastating five shot glasses can be. Being a nice person has its perks but life likes to challenge the strong. Mentally, physically, and psychologically. I am very smart. Strait a's in fact. I am a linemen for the Reno Mustangs varsity football team. Making me very suitable for lifes wrath. On September 17th 2011 my mother lost her life to cancer. Being the fighting irish women she was, she made one hell of a last stand. For 2 years she fought. Life psychologically skrewed me over. Back to those little bastards called shot glasses. They have a reputation for making you have a good time with some friends. Mabey get lucky with a lady. But do it at night, not 6 in the morning. Why? Because you may hit a nice, smart, athletic kid like me with a god damb pickup truck. My name is logan Clanton. I am a brown haired, green eyed, white, 17 year old male. I am 6' 3" and 235 lb. I am a strait A student, very athletic, very affable. I'm strong willed. I guess that comes with being irish. I am in 11th grade, I have a very large variety of friends. Examples of groups I hang out with are the football players, the rednecks, the dorks, the gays, the nerds, the singers, the artists, etc. All in all I am popular at my school. I take an entire class period to help the physically and mentally challenged. I spend my time after school during the fall at football practices and games. During the winter I am at rifle team practice (marksmanship). Spring I spend my time after school fixing computers. I am very involved in my community. I volunteer yearly on thanksgiving at the homeless shelter, and weekly at the nersing home. So when this guy hit me... it wasn't supposed to be me, but the girl I saved from being hit. I give a lot af sacrifices to my community but this one was for the girl I hadn't had the curage to ask out for the 5 years I've known her. I have no clue why I choke every time I make an attempt. I do know one thing though, that sacrifice was worth it.
  25. Hi all, starting another story. Still going to update Carissa, but I think overall I will be writing less. Please leave feedback if you like it. Constructive critique is good too. story is a work of fiction, all characters engaging in sex acts are over 18 and consenting adults Sarah's Schemes Chapter One My girlfriend Sarah had been in an unusually happy mood. We were living in the same flat for a few years; I never saw her this cheerful up until then. Seemed odd with what was going on with my bladder. I realized I had to pee, but before I could stand up and take care of it, It spilled out all over the couch. This was happening way too often. I could tell her what happened, not that it would be a surprise, or I could clean it up in secret. I decided I’d clean it up, but Sarah appeared from the hallway not long after I’d stood up to get some paper towels. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk. She was beautiful. “Are you wet again?†She said playfully, pointing at my crotch. So much for hiding it, I thought. I tried to keep eye contact with her, but I felt too embarrassed. Instead, I looked down at my damp jeans. “I uh-†I began quietly. “That’s the third time since yesterday, baby...†Sarah gave me a little kiss much to my surprise. “Yeah...†I spoke quietly, without looking her in the eyes. “Don’t feel bad silly!†She hugged me in an odd way, avoiding my crotch. I frowned at the fact that hugs like this were not uncommon now. “Don’t you think though, that mayyyybee... We should get you some special undies?†She said cutely to me. I looked up at her after that, and saw that she didn't seem even a little upset, so I nodded weakly and she went off into the other room quickly. I thought for a moment. Did she mean diapers? I guessed they would have to do until the checkup. Maybe there's a pill that could help out with my leaking. I hoped so. Sarah emerged again while I had began to clean off the couch. As I did this I felt a slight warmness on my crotch again. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. â€Oh, don‘t bother with that!†She said quickly. I stopped cleaning and tried my best to hide how how humiliated I was. I smiled weakly at her, She still wasn’t upset, which was reassuring. “I’ll go grab you some diapees, okay?†She turned away from me, and soon she was out the door. I sat in the silence, thinking about what I’d done. It’s not like I could stop it, it just came out... The night before Sarah gave me a drink before bed, and I woke up the next morning to cold wetness around me. She was already out of bed, and had tossed her wet clothes next to me. She didn’t seem upset exactly, just a little annoyed. I had never wet the bed before, never peed my pants before, this was all happening so fast. It was... weird. I heard the door open and the sound of Sarah taking off her shoes. There was a distinct plastic crinkling sound, so she must have had a bag with her. Sarah soon became visible, she pulled a large plastic pack out of the shopping bag. The pack had a picture of a disposable diaper on it, clearly it was the big bulky type with four tapes on the sides. I gulped as she ripped the bag open and pulled out a diaper. She placed the open pack next to me on the coffee table. In small letters I read: ‘Protection where men need it most.’ Even though they were tape on disposable diapers, they had designs on them that made them look somewhat like men’s underwear. I thought that was bizarre, clearly they were not fooling anyone. They almost looked childish. I met eyes with Sarah who was smiling at me. She put a hand on my shoulder. “We’re gonna get you taped up tight.†She gave me a kiss. “You just pee in these now okay? It’s alright.†She slid my wet pants down. I looked away, feeling once again very embarrassed. My wet underwear were clearly visible. What was happening to me? “Why did you get these ones?†I asked. “They look so silly, couldn’t you have gotten like, plain white ones?†I couldn’t meet her gaze as I said this. All I could do was stare at the silly looking diaper in her hand. “I liked these ones. They're designed just for the male anatomy.†She said matter-of-factly, while unfolding the diaper. She took off my wet underwear and lifted me up quickly, sliding the diaper below me. My penis was beginning to get larger at her touch, we hadn’t had sex in a few days and it was getting to me a little. I felt hot in the face as I tried to quickly make my erection go down. Now was not the time... She began to sprinkle powder onto my crotch, and my erection shrunk as she taped it up tightly around me. They looked, felt, and smelled humiliating. I think it was the smell of the powder that made my erection disappear. Sarah stood above me, smiling down at her handiwork. I made eye contact with her for just a moment, before looking down at the diaper. The designs on it made them look so silly, I felt myself blushing again. She’d put me in my first diaper because I clearly leaked too much. I frowned, and started to worry. What if my doctor can’t fix this? I almost teared up, thinking I’d be in such dumb looking diapers for the rest of time. “Don’t touch your diaper okay?†She said quite lovingly. “I’ll change you in a bit, just pee when ever you need to.†She kissed me and I felt my penis grow slightly inside. She’s allowing me to pee in these? Is she completely giving up on me using the toilet? Why doesn't she care? I sat there confused for a moment, looking down at my padded crotch. As I shifted positions on the couch, I began to feel a warmth on the tip of my penis. Soon I found myself peeing quite a bit. It was out of my control. The diaper fastened around me was my control for the time being. I felt helpless as the urine continued to trickle out into my new underwear. Who am I kidding, I thought. It’s a big, wet, diaper. “Are you already wet?†She asked, looking at my crotch. I tried to cover myself for a moment, wishing I still had some clean pants to wear. “You’ll pee though a whole pack in a few days at this rate... Gotta get you more soon... I frowned, remembering how I'd just peed through my last clean pair of jeans. “You set up that appointment right? With Dr. Roberts?†I asked. “Oh, yeah! We’re going tomorrow.†She answered back. Sarah turned away and began walking back to the other room. She had such a cute butt. As I watched her, I felt a few more leaks escape into my new underwear. I was feeling more and more like a helpless pee pee pants with every moment. I wont be getting much sexual attention with my penis wrapped in wet diapers. I laid on the couch, staring absentmindedly out the window for a while. This sucked. A few more drips began to leak out, and I concentrated on them. As I tried to stop the pee from flowing, it felt like as if my muscles wouldn't fully clench down. The wetness continued to flow gently down my slightly erect shaft. I frowned realizing the warmth was making me erect. I stood up, noticing the leg elastic things on the side almost tickled at me. They were pretty flimsy, but I hadn’t leaked yet, so they must be pretty effective. I wanted to talk with Sarah in the other room, so I began to walk, trying to ignore how silly this new padding was making me feel. At least they weren’t too tight. My member was able to move around pretty freely. I found Sarah in our bedroom, she grabbed at my crotch quickly. I felt a cold damp feeling inside the diaper for a moment, which was very odd. until now, I hadn’t felt it was wet besides a slight warmth. “Just checking how wet you are.†She said simply. She did a circle around me, poking at me from behind.“How does it feel in there? Are they roomy? Comfortable enough?†She asked. "They're okay for now..." I said quietly. Sarah gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I noticed a dribble of urine leaking out as we kissed deeper, and felt like I didn't deserve this affection. Still, a part of me wanted her touch again, we hadn’t had sex since my bladder leaking had began... Why not just go for it. She didn’t seem upset anyway... I grabbed onto her butt through her leggings, and kissed her back. “Mnn! Oh!†We laid down on the bed together soon after. I felt more pee escape as i laid there, and she began to take down her pants and panties. “let’s clean off your stuff, if you don’t have pee-pees during that time we can have sex.†Sarah said playfully. Sarah began undoing my damp diaper and I did everything I could to stop from leaking. I clenched my muscles hard as she began to wipe me. To my surprise, she placed a new diaper below me. “You’re damp, I’m wiping your tip, but it’s still wet... something is definitely wrong with your bladder... you poor baby.†She crooned. She gave me a light kiss before taping the clean diaper around me. I sat there, looking at her cute legs... Many thoughts went through my head. I missed the fun we used to have. Am I going to be like this forever? Is she telling me she doesn't want me anymore? I sat there watching her butt as she pulled her underwear back on, and I began to pee myself again. “What about s-sex, and stuff?†I said finally, feeling really stupid. “Not today, but soon we will okay?†She said playfully, giving me another kiss. I looked down at the silly underwear like designs on my padded crotch ashamedly. She was right... I was going to pee through an entire bag pretty quickly... I laid on that bed praying and hoping that the doctor’s appointment could give me some answers. At least Sarah wasn’t upset. I frowned and wondered for a moment. I had a sinking suspicion... Did Sarah like the diapers? Did she want to get me in them? I have no evidence, but it seems weird that she seems so unconcerned with my new padding. Something was definitely strange about all this, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.