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Still waiting for my diaper delivery today. Got home from work this morning and put on a Crinklz Astronaut diaper, had some breakfast and went to bed. Got up a few hours ago, cleaned up the dog poo, cut the grass and changed a ventilation actuator in the car. I'm ready to go back to bed and my Crinklz Astronaut diaper is pretty wet right now (some beers and lots of sweat). I was planning on trying out one of my new diapers, but the FedEx truck hasn't come yet. I'm sure that as soon as I change this diaper, it'll show up. -
By Snowflake182 · Posted
I like the setup for this one, and I'm looking forward to where it goes. :) -
I am at my office in a wet MegaMax AirLock diaper and plastic pants, three more hours and several more wettings, I will be pretty wet by the time I get home. -
By wetguy13579 · Posted
Sure, happy to answer. 1. I wouldn’t say I’ve had regrets, however as I said there are side effects of the surgery that I am openly not happy with and those have definitely bothered me. If I can get rid of those side effects, I’ll be perfectly happy. 2. I would say it’s about what you expect. It’s crazy how quick and drastic of a change it is. I remember standing up the first time my catheter was removed, and my bladder emptying without being able to stop it. Ever since then, that’s been the norm. At a certain point you do get used to it though and it really feels like the new normal. 3. Mostly travel. Going places requires planning and usually extra supplies. The longer, the more preparation. I sometimes I might even use a penis clamp if I can’t be bringing a ton of diapers somewhere, which lets me get by pretty well with a pad in my underwear until I can unclamp it. 4. Not much actually. For some reason wearing pull ups tends to give me a bit of confidence, but besides that I don’t notice too much of a difference. Of course you have to be careful about leaks and stuff around other people, but after a while it becomes pretty simple to know when you need to change. 5. I’m sleeping well. I usually do pee in my sleep, but most of it happens when I stand after waking up. 6. I would say it has increased my happiness. Unfortunately some bad things happened in my life right at the same time I had the surgery, and I couldn’t really focus on the incontinence as there were some serious things going on that were affecting me a lot. That mixed with the burning pain that has been on and off in my urethra has been bothersome. But overall, the surgery itself has had a positive impact on my life. I like pull ups mainly for the discretion, but also just because something about them appeals to me. It’s like “trying” to wear underwear when you can’t. Not sure if that makes sense. When I go anywhere for an extended period of time, I usually bring small disposable bags that I can put the pull ups in before throwing them out. Nobody can see what’s in it and it doesn’t smell. At home I have a diaper pail, because you really need it when you are going through so many incontinence products per day. -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Well, it's time for the third chapter of Salutatorians. As a CONTENT WARNING, there is police brutality in this chapter. ...Well, hope y'all enjoy~ Chapter Three: Police Brutality. - Ifor was panicking inwardly. Eiluned had collapsed, seemingly sleeping, and it was clearly obvious that someone had spiked her drink. He didn’t know where she lived, didn’t know if she had a roommate or anyone to call, didn’t even know if she was going to be all right. He called 911. “911, what’s your emergency?” a calm female voice asked. “Hey, I was on a date at Hell’s Kitchen Minneapolis, the girl I was with collapsed, I think someone spiked her drinks, please send for an ambulance, please.” Ifor said in a rapid-fire voice, clearly panicking. “You’re saying you spiked her drink?” the woman asked, her voice clear with derision. “And you’re trying to play hero?” “No, I don’t know who did it, I swear to whatever god you believe in, I just know that-” “Yeah, I don’t think so. Dispatch on the way. Don’t try to run.” Fuck. “I’m not going to run, but I’m telling you, I didn’t touch her drinks. She had two, I had two, but I don’t know what’s wrong, so someone must’ve spiked one or both of her drinks.” No response. Oh, fuck, they’ll think I did it, and I didn’t! Ifor sat on the ground, his head in his hands, waiting for the police to show up, and when a squad car did, the police - both of them with similar military-buzzed hair, only differentiated by race; one was white, one was black - weren’t friendly. “On your knees, get on the ground now!” one of them, the large white guy, shouted. Both of them were pointing guns (not Tasers, actual god-forsaken guns; seriously, what the fuck?!) at him, clearly panicking themselves at his size as he slowly raised his hands behind his head and got on his knees. “On the ground now, slowly!” the same male cop shouted. Ifor got spreadeagled on the ground, and they put handcuffs on him. He then felt a hard kick in his stomach, and he gasped, trying to suck in air. “Fuckin’ coward, you’re so much bigger, and you drug this girl’s drink because you’re not fuckin’ man enough to get with her…” the larger black cop snarled. “You’re gonna be put away for a long time, you fuckin’ creep.” “Where’s the ambulance for her?” Ifor gasped, feeling a horrible pain in his stomach. “Wouldn’t you like to know, you sick fuck?” the first cop sneered. “Get. An ambulance. For her,” Ifor breathed, beginning to get angry. Why were American cops so much less friendly than Welsh officers? He gasped involuntarily after the white cop got on his neck to pin him down. “You get up, I shoot you,” the second cop said, pointing his gun at him, before radioing in, “We’ve got the suspect in custody, but we’ll need backup A.S.A.P; he’s bigger than both of us, probable date rapist, female victim, need an ambulance on the scene, over.” “10-4,” the female dispatcher said. “Ambulance. For her.” Ifor gasped, he was already struggling to breathe with the kick to the stomach; the neck kneeling was too much. “Can’t…breathe…” “Hey, hey!” Ifor turned his head as much as he could, seeing a crowd of people with cellphones on, watching in horror. “Holy fuck, he’s killing him like Floyd!” “Jesus Christ…” “Fucking pigs!” “All of you need to back the fuck off!” the black officer shouted, as Ifor began to lose consciousness before he felt the pressure release and breathed heavily. “You’re lucky there’s a crowd. Don’t expect to be as lucky next time I see you,” the white officer whispered in his ear, as Ifor heard the chatter of many bystanders, some of them hurling verbal abuse at the officers, but one voice was heard in particular. “Hey, I know this cat, it’s Ifor! The fuck you arrestin’ him for? He wouldn’t hurt an ant!” A teammate of his. He didn’t recognize the voice, probably a freshman. Didn’t help that his head was in a fog from the neck-kneeling. “Your ‘buddy’ is a date rapist, and I will fuckin’ arrest you for obstruction if you say anythin’ more!” the black officer snarled. “I don’t believe you! I’m callin’ a lawyer, this ain’t right!” “Give me that phone!” More sirens. An ambulance. More police. “Check on her,” Ifor groaned. “Please help her.” “Shut up,” the white cop snarled as he quickly read him the typical “right to remain silent” spiel, got Ifor to his feet, shoved him in the police car, and slammed the door shut, the soundproofed doors silencing the crowd. “God, Eiluned…” He would never admit it, especially not to teammates…but a small sob escaped his throat. He couldn’t lose her, not like his family. He couldn’t lose anyone else to violence. Anyone else. He froze in horror, recalling that day, the old, ugly scar on his throat screaming his name, as he knew…he knew he shouldn’t even be alive. The fact that he had lived past six years old…it felt like borrowed time, an absolute miracle from a real-life angel, according to the doctors who saw him. I should be dead right now. I should’ve never met Eiluned. Those were the only thoughts he had as the police car drove him to the station, the two cops in the front seat laughing - laughing! - at something he couldn’t hear, as he huddled up on the long drive there. And then, quicker than he imagined, they had arrived and opened the door…with four swift punches to the head by the white cop, as he threw him on the ground, blood from his nose spattering the pavement. The black cop then slammed his boot on his head, and Ifor saw stars, and his world started spinning. “Get up, you clumsy oaf, falling down on us like that!” the white cop chuckled. “Pussy-ass bitch,” the other cop laughed. They hauled him to his feet, his head swimming from the punches and stomp, as he was half-shuffled, half-dragged to the police station, seeing a bunch of white lights piercing his vision, before they got him into a dimly lit room and dropped him into a corner before leaving him there, alone with nothing but his thoughts of Eiluned. - Hope you enjoyed~
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