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Menaiya

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  1. I can't wait for this one to be finished so I can get the e-book of it. I've got all of your books on Amazon on the kindle now.
  2. @BackToBabyhood is probably going to lose their Patreon as it is being "reviewed" right now. I hope they don't No idea where they will be posting next yet.
  3. I hope a Kindle book will be released of this eventually. I have purchased all the other books I could find so far by you.
  4. Most of the story was lost due to the server corruption a few years ago. Your comments are not needed nor are welcome.
  5. Tossed a good portion of my discretionary spending in today. Keep up the great work! If I am not mistaken the name that comes up on the card isn't even related to Dailydiapers.com
  6. I usually alternate between Betterdry, Crinklz, and Megamax. All XL though.
  7. ISOBuster may be able to recover files. I tend to use them. it may requires a license though.
  8. What frustrates me is when my overactive bladder acts up just after I changed into my last diaper for the night. I end up going to bed with a wet diaper on which just annoys me.
  9. I think I am moderate on the bladder and mild on the bowels. If I am near a bathroom I can generally make it on time for the bowels, but if its more than 5 minutes away the worst happens. Bladder on the other hand happens whenever I am not paying attention to it.
  10. With the terrible content loss we had way back when. I've managed to find an old saved copy of the last chapter. So here it is.. I do hope the author comes back someday. Chapter 21Michelle and I exited the bathroom and were somewhat dismayed to see a small line of people waiting to get in there. Not that we had done anything wrong or inappropriate but we both suspected the other waiting customers may have suspected some hanky panky. Of course, once whoever was next in line entered the bathroom, the smell that was waiting for them would likely be more than enough to tell an entire story. “So what” we both thought to ourselves. If you don’t like it, don’t go in there. Michelle and I have always tried to be courteous about changing in public but there’s only so much one can do to cover the smell of a messy diaper in a tight confined space like that. As we were getting in the car, Michelle sat down and looked at me with a scrunched up look on her face and she was biting her lower lip.“What’s wrong, dork? Having another accident already? I didn’t think you could possibly have anything left inside you. That’s impressive.” I was waiting for the inevitable backhand across my arm or chest and when it didn’t come, I started to get concerned.“Well….” Michelle paused, “I am getting wet but I’m pretty sure I’m not peeing. Jeff… I think my water just broke!”I was stunned. I looked up at Michelle and the look on her face brought me back to reality. She didn’t look worried, or nervous, or scared. She looked… excited. She looked strangely calm. She had the look of someone who had done this sort of thing dozens of times before and knew exactly what to do next. Michelle leaned across the seat of car and kissed me on my forehead. She then gently said, “Hospital please. Jeff, I know you’re gonna be tempted to drive fast enough to travel back in time but relax. We’ve got time. Just get us there in one piece please.”Instinctively I leaned forward and put my head in her crotch and yelled, “Please don’t come out yet! There’s a great big diaper in your way and we’re not ready! Give us a bit!”Whack! Right on the top of my head. “Can we go, please?”“Right!” I said, rubbing the bald spot on the crown of my head. “Are you still gonna hit me once the baby’s been born? That’s not exactly modeling the type of behavior we want from her?”“I don’t know…” Michelle said thoughtfully. “Are you still going to act like a giant Doofus?”“I think we both know the answer to that question.” I replied very smoothly and confidently.“Then I’m going with yes. She’ll just have to learn when and how hard to whack someone who really deserves it. Like say, right now!” Whack! “Can we go please?! Sooner is better than later!”“Right!” My head stopped hurting instantly as I was now focused on the stinging sensation in my right arm. I was also trying to get the car in gear but my adrenaline was pumping so fast that my motor skills had gone completely away. Michelle was watching me make a complete fool of myself and then finally, and thankfully quite gently said, “My love, the car goes into gear better when you push the clutch in”.“Ummm. Yes. Yes it does.” I took a few deep breaths and finally got my brain reoriented to the task of driving and we were away. There was definitely traffic on the road but since we were headed to the hospital instead of home, we only had about 10 to 15 minutes of drive time before we would arrive safely at the hospital. I eventually got Michelle inside, went back out to get the car parked, got back in and got Michelle registered in the Labor and Delivery part of the hospital.Once we were in our room, Michelle was alternating between having contractions and being able to rest a bit. Her doctor arrived around 30 minutes after we did and pronounced Michelle to be “healthy as a horse” and told us that everything seemed to be progressing normally and actually quite quickly. She guessed that our new baby would be in our arms within just a few hours. Michelle and I used that time to talk about everything under the sun. We focused in names which seemed to be the most logical thing to do at a time like this. We had discussed names many times in the past but always seemed like we had gotten distracted by something and never seemed to finish the conversation.I offered “Well, we could name her after your Mom if you’d like”. I knew this was an important aspect of our relationship. Because of Michelle’s rocky relationship with her parents, I wanted her to know that I was at least willing to honor her heritage and her background.“Jeff, that’s sweet of you to offer but I’d rather not. I’m not ready to go there yet. What if we named her OUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCHHHHH!”“Ouch is kind of a funny name. She’ll probably get beat up a lot with a name like that.”Whack!“It’s a contraction you moron!” Michelle screamed as she took hold of my hand and squeezed the blood out of it. I looked up and made eye contact with the nurse who at that moment was doing her best not to laugh. She winked at me and then walked over to see how Michelle was doing. The nurse said to Michelle, “Mitchy, let him make you laugh. It will help take the edge off some of the pain.”“I would but he’d have to be funny first. OUUUUUUUUUCCH”.The nurse turned to me and said, “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Moms say all kinds of stuff they don’t really mean when they hit this part of labor.” In her best effort to soothing words to me.“No, she means it. But it’s ok. I’m just a great big dork and sometimes I get a laugh and sometimes I get a bruise. It’s fun not knowing which is coming. Oh hey, by the way…. Speaking of not knowing what’s coming… Michelle and I were out shopping when the baby decided to do her thing and well… I have a bit of an incontinence problem. I had to use my last change while we were out shopping and we were just heading for home when this all happened. I hate to ask this but, um…., do you guys have any, um…..”“Sure we do. You want a medium or a large?” the nurse said completely unphased by the sudden new direction of the conversation.“Medium please. Thanks so much. I’m so embarrassed.” I could feel all the blood rushing to my face (especially since there was none left in my hand that Michelle still had a death grip on).“Don’t be”, the nurse said calmly. “In labor and delivery, we see everything. It’s entirely common for Mommas to push everything out when they start pushing and you’d be surprised how many Poppas pass out and have accidents while watching. You’re just saving me the clean up by asking for a diaper ahead of time.” She winked again and left to go get me something to change into.Michelle had settled back into bed as the waves of pain passed just as the nurse and I were talking. She overheard everything and through all the sweat and mussed hair she smiled at me. “Doesn’t get any easier does it. Telling someone you’re incontinent and need a diaper.”“No. No it doesn’t. But there was no way I was leaving you to go out and get some more diapers just so I could avoid telling someone.”“I know, Jeff. I think it’s sweet. And you are funny. You always make me laugh. Even when you infuriate me you’re still funny. Never stop doing that please. I need your strength.” This time she very gently squeezed my hand and pulled it to her mouth to give it a kiss. I knew we had some time before the next contractions hit so I snuggled into bed next to Michelle for just a moment. Soon the nurse returned with a stack of blue hospital diapers. I had no idea what brand they were but they had the look of being pathetically thin compared to what was wrapped around me at the moment. The nurse caught my worried “Oh dear”-look and immediately apologized. “I know they’re not the quality that you are probably used to but it’s what this hospital buys. I think you’ve got time if you want to run down the drugstore on the corner and get something different”. “Thanks” I said. “Those will do just fine. Besides there’s no way I’m leaving Mitchy just to take a chance on something that likely won’t be any better than what you’ve got here. Thanks for bringing in more than one, though”.“No worries” she said. “I’ll leave them over here on the guest chair and keep an eye on the stack. When you start to run low, I’ll just sneak in a few more. Ok?” “Thanks again.” I knew I was blushing but at least the nurse had been respectful and helpful.Before we knew it, Michelle was in the process of active labor and the room was full of people working on her and giving us both orders. “Push!” “Don’t Push!” “Breathe!” “Push some more!” It was a whirlwind and through it all Michelle just met every challenge exactly the same way she has approached her life. It didn’t matter that it hurt. It didn’t matter that her most private parts were exposed for what seemed like the whole world to see. It didn’t matter that she peed and pooped while giving birth to our daughter. She was on a mission and nothing was going to interfere with her goal. What seemed strangely like simultaneously no time had passed along with what also seemed to be the longest night of our lives, our daughter soon emerged from Michelle’s womb and cried that beautiful sound of a baby fully exercising her lungs for the very first time.Michelle had done it. The baby was healthy and strong. The doctor attended to checking on the newborn’s status calling out things like Apgar scores and other stuff that flew over my head. The nurses attended to Michelle and made sure that the bleeding stopped and that the process of labor had fully subsided. Satisfied that she was fine, the doctor brought the baby over to Michelle so that their skin could touch and bonding could begin immediately. Michelle and I looked at each other and simultaneously said, “Catherine”.Michelle and I had both known a professor in college whom we admired more than any other and her first name was Catherine. She was one of those teachers who put her heart and soul into everything she did and caused students to gravitate towards her. Catherine had taken a small group of us under her wing and served as mentors for us along the way. Long after graduating, Michelle and I had kept up with Catherine as our own careers had progressed. Sadly, Catherine had been diagnosed with cancer last year and was in the middle of fighting off this wretched disease while Michelle and I had become centered on starting our family. It had apparently struck us both at that very moment that the very person we hoped our daughter would grow up to emulate would be Catherine. We could think of no better way to honor the treasured life of a dear friend by making her the namesake of our own flesh and blood.With tears of joy in her eyes, Michelle looked up at the doctor and the nurses and said, “Everyone, we’d like you to meet Katie. Her full name is Catherine April (after my Mom! I hadn’t expected that!) and we’d like to thank you so much for all you’ve done.” The doctor and nurses applauded and one of them pulled out one of those disposable cameras and began snapping pictures of Michelle, Katie and I laying in bed together.Soon enough Katie was taken to the nursery leaving Michelle and I alone for a bit of time before we were discharged and sent home. Occasionally a nurse would come in to change Michelle’s diaper as she had not managed to recover any bladder control at all at this point. I had gone through half of my own stack of utterly useless hospital diapers and was looking forward to getting home and getting into a proper diaper. Katie was soon returned to Michelle’s awaiting arms as she began the process of breast feeding our new baby. Katie for her part seemed to know immediately that Michelle was “Mommy” and would settle down immediately once held. She took to me right away, too, and it seemed that my voice had a soothing effect on her. I’d spent the better part of nine months singing my favorite songs to her while inside Michelle’s womb and it seemed that she responded well when I repeated those songs now. Soon enough she settled into my arms and I felt her sigh as she drifted into sleep while I was holding her. Once again I laid down in the bed next to Michelle and we leaned together in such a way that our heads were touching while we both simultaneously kissed Katie on the top of her mostly bald little head. Everything was right with the world. I was safe and secure laying next to the two women I loved more than anything else in existence. I had just barely started to drift off to sleep from sheer exhaustion if nothing else, when I became aware that I was wetting and that my diaper was leaking onto the bed. Michelle noticed and grinned at me as I shot my hand down the front of the scrubs I had borrowed several hours earlier. “You too, eh?” and smiled that big goofy smile at me.“Hey if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure that’s a hat trick. Katie’s diaper feels like it’s wet to me, too.”So there we lay. Michelle, Katie and I all snuggled together in bed, each feeling the warmth and love of each other, each of us needing a change but feeling far too content to do anything about it at the moment. I have to be the luckiest man on planet earth…. Michelle and Katie and I…. head to head to head.)
  11. You didn't have my preferred on the list, I use A betterdry or a Crinklz Astronaut diaper if I am feeling small.
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