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Absolutely amazing Oscar will be in diapers in no time.

I mentioned it before, but it depends a lot on time, mood, what I'm doing.  I have a few games that I play while I'm cleaning, or cooking. (Mario Golf Rush, Armello, Civilization Revolution) Otherwise, it's whatever I'm locked into. Right now, I've been bouncing between Mario Kart World, Diablo, and Borderlands.

Always Read the Small Print - Chapter 4 Oscar was sat on the floor in a cosy living room. He was sat with his legs infront of him and he could see his chubby legs with a pair of red socks on, and he was completely surrounded by toys - teddy bears, plastic cars, chew toys, soft rattles, the lot. As he looked around, he could see he was also surrounded by a plastic mesh wall that was too tall for him to climb over. He then noticed his left hand was clinging onto a warm bottle of milk. - 7 days before starting University - As soon as Oscar woke up, he immediately moved his hands down under the duvet to feel the mattress he was laying on, and he smiled as he noticed it was dry. “Thank god” he whispered to himself as he leaned over to the bedside table to check his phone. As he sat up though, he noticed something strange - he could hardly close his legs. As he threw the duvet off and grabbed his crotch, he realised what had happened. The pullup he wore overnight had now expanded and cooled as a result of him soaking it. He quickly stood up and could instantly feel it dropping slightly between his legs and as he pulled down his shorts he could see the damage. It was now very slightly discoloured and misshapen. “Shit shit shit” he said in a panic. He made a split decision, not realising the consequences it would have later on down the line for him. He quickly peeled the wet pullup off himself, threw it into a spare plastic bag he had and then rinsed off his privates in the shower. He then took out a new pullup and put it straight on followed by his pyjama shorts. He stuffed the plastic bag under his bed and then headed down to breakfast, as if nothing had happened. As he walked down the stairs he could hear the pullup crinkling slightly as he walked but he thought it wasn’t too noticeable. “Morning Oscar, have a nice sleep?” Joanne asked as she turned her head away from the hob. “I did thanks. Where’s John?” Oscar asked as he sat at the table and poured himself a glass of orange juice. “Ah yes I was wondering if you heard him leave early this morning. His mother isn’t well so he’s gone to visit her and stay with her, so it’ll just be me and you for a few days! Coffee?” Joanne explained as she joined him at the table. They both quietly ate breakfast, but the atmosphere was awkward as Oscar anticipated the question about his pullup. Just as he finished off his eggs on toast, he saw Joanne look up at him. “Oscar, how did you do last night?” she asked. Oscar gulped. “Oh yeah, sorry. I didn’t wet the bed, so obviously was just a one off” Oscar explained. “You mean a two off, well I’m glad to hear it. Do you mind if I quickly have a look, just to confirm?” Joanne asked. Oscar nodded and they both stood up. He pulled down his shorts to just above his knees and Joanne had a good look, and was met with the sight of a dry pullup. She congratulated him and said he’s free to throw that one in the bin and confirmed if he stayed dry tonight, he’d never have to wear them again, which Oscar liked the sound of. Oscar made his way to his room and showered before getting dressed. He threw his laptop into his backpack, along with the wet pullup in the plastic bag, and headed out for the day. As he shut the door behind him he had a quick check over his shoulder and swiftly put the plastic bag in the wheelie bin and headed into town. Thinking he had got away with it, he headed to the same cafe he’d visited a few times but was sad to see his new friend Shannon wasn’t at her usual post. After finding a table in the corner of the cafe and getting himself a latte, he opened up his laptop and located the email he’d received from John with the contract he’d hastily signed attached. He meticulously read every point and it seemed all fairly straight forward until he got to the section subtitled ‘Housekeeping’. There were two points that really spiked his anxiety: 17 If the occupant soils bedsheets for two consecutive nights, then the hosts must find a solution to protect their property. 18 If the solution to point 17 is insufficient or the soiling continues, then a permanent solution will be put in place until the agreement ends. Oscar pondered what this meant, and concluded that if he kept wetting the bed (or the pullups he was being forced to wear), then he’d be made to wear them permanently? He stopped reading and shut his laptop, and considered his options. He could potentially try to terminate his contract with them, but with only 7 days until he started university he’d be left basically homeless, and his parents would be furious with him if he dropped out of university. He decided he’d do everything to avoid wetting the bed every night from now on, including not having any drink at dinner or afterwards until the morning. With nothing else to do and all leisure activities exhausted in the small town of St Andrews, he had no choice but to head back home. By the time he was back at the front door, he was sweating due to the heat and wiped his brow and pushed his slightly sweaty curly fringe away from his eyes. As he walked in he could hear Joanne talking in the living room, and she stopped just as he walked into the kitchen. “Oscar? That you?” Joanne shouted. “Could you come in here for a wee minute?”. Oscar walked in and could see Joanne had a tripod set up with her phone attached to it, with a selfie light in the background. “Oh Oscar, if you aren’t busy I could do with your help. I’m just recording some videos for one of my psychologist friends and I was wondering if you could just watch what I’ve recorded and make sure I’ve not stuttered or anything. Don’t know about you but I hate listening to my own voice!” Joanne explained. “Yeah sure, no problem” Oscar replied as he and Joanne switched places and he was now sat in front of the phone. “Just press play when you are ready, I’m just going to grab the laundry from upstairs. Thanks Oscar you are a lifesaver!” Joanne said as she left the room. Oscar looked at the unlocked phone and pressed play on the video. It initially started with Joanne simply talking about some sort of psychology technique about affirmation, and he wasn’t really paying much attention to it as it seemed Joanne was a natural at speaking about her profession. However, something strange began to happen. A faded black and white swirl slowly began to appear over Joanne’s face and Oscar began to feel slightly feint as his attention locked onto the swirl. It continued to get faster and more visible and Oscar was frozen in his seat, and his ears began fizzing. Suddenly his eyes shut and everything went black, before he reopened his eyes and Joanne ended her sentence and the video stopped. “Huh that was weird, did I doze off?” Oscar whispered to himself as he rubbed his eyes, unsure of what just happened. One second he was watching the start of Joanne’s video, and then suddenly his memory jumped to the end. “Was it all fine? Any mistakes?” Joanne asked as she burst through the door holding a huge basket of laundry. “Uhh no, all fine” Oscar replied. “Great, thanks for checking it through for me” Joanne thanked her. “By the way, ive just gone and got together all your clothes you’ve brought with you and I’ll give them all a wash so you are fresh for university next week, how does that sound?” Joanne said as she showed him the mountain of clothes that were piled into her laundry basket. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. But thank you I guess that sounds great” Oscar said rather surprised by her gesture. They both went their separate ways and Oscar retreated to his bedroom and decided to spend the afternoon playing some games on his laptop. Time passed quickly and before he knew it he was back downstairs eating dinner with Joanne. Their conversation flowed quite nicely and Oscar was finally beginning to feel comfortable with her. In fact, he was beginning to feel some attraction towards her. He couldn’t help but peer at her sizeable cleavage that was on full show through her green t-shirt she was wearing, but he knew it was somewhat of a forbidden lust considering he was living with her and her husband. “Dessert Oscar?” Joanne said as she leaned over him and grabbed his empty plate. “Yes please Joanne that would be lovely” Oscar replied. Joanne disappeared for a few seconds and Oscar stared into space looking through the dining room doors into the garden. Suddenly his view was obstructed by something dropping onto the table infront of him. “Before dessert, care to explain to me what this is?” Joanne announced with a serious tone as she stood behind him. Oscar instantly knew what it was. He was staring at the plastic bag with his wet pullup from the morning splatted on the dining room table. His cheeks went bright red and he panicked. “Look Joanne I can explain” Oscar pleaded as he turned around to look at her. “Explain what? That you lied to me this morning? So you did wet the bed last night?” Joanne asked rather seriously. “I’m sorry, I was too embarrassed to tell you so I thought I’d hide it, I’m sorry” Oscar said with a tear in his eye. “I understand it’s embarrassing but I want to help you Oscar, hence why I bought you the pullups, but I expect you to be honest with me. I can’t have you hiding a bedwetting problem in my house, especially when you’re a guest in my house” Joanne said. “I expect you to respect my rules in this house, and I think it’s time we introduced some more. From now on, I’m going to take the package of pullups and I’ll give you one before bed and take it back off you after breakfast. Is that understood?”. Oscar hadn’t seen this side of Joanne before, and he had to admit he was a little scared of her. He simply nodded and tilted his he’s downwards in shame. “Good, now let’s go upstairs and find the packet and I’ll give you one to put on now” Joanne stood up with determination. “But it’s only just gone 6pm I’m not going to go to bed for hours?” Oscar pleaded. “I’m 18 years old I’m not a little kid”. “You might not be Oscar but you are a guest in my house and I’m not having you drive up my laundry costs by you soaking sheet every night, now come on before I get angry” Joanne threatened. Not wanting to push it too far, he reluctantly followed her upstairs. As they reached the bedroom Joanne instructed him to have a shower and use the toilet, as he was told once he put the pullup on he wouldn’t be allowed to take it off. He did as he was told and quickly he was once again in the colourful heart-covered pullups, but thankfully he was quickly allowed to put his pyjamas on over the top. “Good, now would you like to come back downstairs and join me for some ice cream? I have some Ben and Jerrys in the freezer. It’ll help us cool down in this heatwave we’re having” Joanne asked with the Ninjamas package under her arm. “That sounds good Joanne thanks. I’m so sorry about all this I don’t know what’s wrong with me at the moment” Oscar said, feeling himself get emotional, which was out of character for him. “It’s okay, we’re dealing with it. I’m sure it’s just a change in environment or something. Come on let’s have some ice cream and I promise I won’t talk about it” she replied. Joanne and Oscar both went downstairs and they ate ice cream while watching television together. It did help him calm down about the whole situation and although he was aware Joanne was looking at his lower half every time he moved, he almost forgot about the embarrassing girly pullup he was wearing under his manly pyjamas. As he went to his room after saying goodnight to Joanne, he got into bed slightly dazed by the events of the last few days, and really unsure of what the following says before he started university held. One things for sure, he fell asleep praying that he had a dry night. “Hello John, how’s your mum?” Joanne said as she remained in the living room, answering her phone. “Hi Jo, she’s okay but I think I’ll need to stay here for a few more days just while she gets back to full health. How’s things at home?” John asked. “Well you’re never going to believe this, turns out Oscar did wet the bed last night, and he decided to try and hide his wet pullup in the bin! Safe to say I gave him a talking to and he’s just gone to bed dressed appropriately” Joanne explained as she whispered in order not to get any unwanted attention from upstairs. “Wow that’s a first, none of the previous boys tried that! He’s clearly a smart cookie isn’t he” John replied. “Yep, although I’ve managed to sneak in a hypno video today which is a bit ahead of schedule. I’ve also put all of his clothes in the washing machine at a really high temperature which should be enough to shrink it all. I’ve got the bags out of the attic ready for tomorrow morning” Joanne revealed to John. “Wow you’re moving quickly this time, sure it’s going to work?” John asked. “It already is love, I’ve moved the overnight audio track up to level two as well just to make sure he’s keeping up. I’m expecting another wet pullup in the morning” Joanne replied. “Well, keep me updated. Should I expect him to be dressed a little differently when I get back?” John added. “I should think so, Oscar’s going to be our best yet for sure I can sense it!” Joanne said excitedly. Meanwhile upstairs, Oscar was fast asleep on his back. Pouring quietly through the hidden speakers in his bedroom a feint drowning sound was changing pitch and hitting certain parts of his brain, which encouraged vivid, clear memories from Oscar’s childhood. Above Oscar was nothing and all he could see was a white ceiling lit by a warm lamp in the right hand corner of the room. As he moved his head upwards, he could see he was in a spare self decorated room laying on some sort of high table. As he moved he could feel a thick plastic mat underneath him and his legs were once again bare. As he moved his right hand it brushed against a cold plastic package, which on closer look as a packet of baby wipes, with a large bottle of baby powder alongside it. Next to that was a folded Pampers nappy. - 6 days before starting University - Oscar woke suddenly and jolted upright and he was breathing heavily. He must’ve had a bade dream and he tried to calm his breath, but instantly his attention was caught by another odd sensation. Instantly recognising what was happening, he quickly got out of bed and he pulled down his pyjama shorts and he could clearly see his pullup rapidly expanding as a loud hissing sound hit his hears. He was wetting himself while completely awake. He tried to stop the flow but he couldn’t bring himself to clench his bladder muscles, as if he was paralysed. Finally he stopped and looked down to assess the damage, and prodded the front of the soggy pullup with his index finger. “Morning Osc… oh” Joanne stormed in and greeted him in his bedroom, and was stopped in her tracks at the sight of Oscar stood at the edge of his bed with his shorts down by his ankles as he felt his clearly drenched pullup. “Oh god Joanne, ummm ah” Oscar mumbled as he frantically pulled up his pyjama shorts and crossed his hands infront of his crotch. Joanne seeing him in a clean pullup was embarrassing enough, now she’d seen him in a wet one. “Honestly Oscar it’s nae bother I was going to catch you in a wet one eventually. I actually came in as there’s a more pressing issue. You know I put all your clothes in the wash ready for university? Well somethings happened…” Joanne explained as she revealed what she has holding behind her back. She held up one of Oscar’s t-shirts, which was now about 5 times smaller than it should be. All his clothes had shrunk in the wash. “Oh god no, not everything?” Oscar asked in shock. “Well let’s go and see if anything is salvageable” Joanne suggested. They both rushed downstairs and into the laundry room. Oscar rushed infront of Joanne began rummaging through the laundry basket infront of the washing machine. Joanne couldn’t help but stare at the waistband of his pullup, which has poking up above his pyjama shorts. “No no no! It’s all shrunk, everything. Fuck!” Oscar said as he picked up random bits of clothes like socks, jumpers and jeans and they had all visibly shrunk. As he desperately tried to find something that survived he began to sob. “There there Oscar it’s okay” Joanne said as she put her hands on her shoulders and moved him into a hug. Oscar continued to sniff, but he felt Joanne’s warm embrace and it was at least a bit comforting. “I know, I’ll just wear the clothes I wore yesterday and today I’ll go out and buy some new clothes” Oscar said as they separated from eachother. “Hmmm I’m not sure that’ll work. It was hot yesterday and, no offence, you were a bit smelly and sweaty by the end of the day. They are in no fit state to wear for two consecutive days” Joanne explained. “Tell you what, I think I’ve got an idea! Come with me”. Joanne gestured out towards the hallway, and Oscar quickly followed eager to find a solution to his lack of clothes. By this point he’d completely forgotten about the clammy, and now cold, pullup under his shorts as he squelched as he walked.

Great read, loved the whole story.

Wetting my diaper whenvever, wherever with discretion so that no one knows when I am wetting my diaper, except perhaps for a brief glassy-eye gaze as I feel the warmth in my diaper, and messing my diaper in privacy gives me a natural high with intense psychophysiological sensations that are soooo pleasurable that I would not want to "change" my experience with any mood altering substance.