Mommies and Daddies

Biscuits.

Camilla was happy that Madison was so excited about her new skateboard that just meant Camilla had to dust off her old roller skates and spend time skateboarding and rollerblading with her little girl in the driveway, but what really made Camila happy was the fact that Madison was already calling Ana mommy even before Camilla and Ana started to date. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice was happy when her mommy brought out her breasts, Camille was good but she just didn't produce enough breast milk for the hungry little baby girl to drink, plus Alice missed lunch and she was practically starving. When Ana asked if  she was going to help set up the dollhouse the little girl stopped sucking said, "I don't know Mommy I am just a baby after all." Before playfully sticking her tongue out and winking which got her tummy tickled.

Maddison unwrapped the Santa Cruz package—she knew it was a highly influential skate brand—and squealed with delight when she saw it featured the Care Bears. "Oh my God, Mom, it's absolutely beautiful! This was my dream," she exclaimed. As a child, Maddison had a friend who used to let her borrow hers, but she had never owned one herself; her parents had thought it was too "extreme" and never bought her one, insisting she focus on her education instead. "Mom Ana is so cool," Maddison said. Camilla was left speechless when Maddison called Ana "Mom." ================================== Ana sat down with Alice and began breastfeeding her; she could feel her breasts were full of milk and wanted to share this special moment with her little daughter. "I'm so glad you enjoyed spending time with Camilla," she said. Ana started kissing Alice's tiny hands and added, "So, I think we have our work cut out for us setting up that dollhouse in your room—you're going to help me, right?"

Chapter 9: Daytime diapers When Nick woke up again, he felt almost like a different person. He wasn't, not really at least. He still had the same history, personality, hobbies and dreams, but something had changed. Nick was no longer fully in control of his life and body. A part of him now relied on diapers, not just to keep him dry, but to keep him calm. It felt weird, but not bad. Diapers were a part of him now, maybe forever. As his hand moved across his diaper, it didn't just feel good and safe, it felt normal, like this was the way things were supposed to be. He yawned and stirred a bit under his sheets. The diaper crinkled and shifted because of his movement. The cold cloth gently rubbing against his skin. He looked at the clock and saw it was already 9 a.m. He didn't really want to stay in bed, he wanted to get up and get the most out of the day. He jumped out of bed and didn't bother putting on any clothes. Normally he would at least wear a shirt, but why would he? A diaper was all he needed. It just felt right to walk around in nothing but his diaper. He had finally embraced who he was and didn't hide it anymore, he was a teenage boy who liked wearing diapers so much that he had made himself pretty much dependent on them. He glanced at himself in the mirror, Nick liked how he looked, both pathetic and cute with the yellow diaper sagging between his legs. It suited him. He realized his mind had made a full 180 turn, yesterday he was stressed about what everyone would think of him wearing diapers, and now he looked like a six feet tall baby and didn't even care. Just as he left his room his bladder gave the signal that it was time to go. Nick decided to have some fun and wet himself while walking down the stairs. His diaper was swaying between his legs while he actively filled it, he could feel his pee gushing around in his diaper. But by the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, his diaper had already absorbed his accident. Well, it's not really an accident, is it? Nick thought to himself. He was still very much aware that he chooses to wet his diaper. Then why did he call it an accident in his head? Because it was, he told himself. It was just like Jane had said, he was an 18 year old wearing a diaper. Someone his age wasn't supposed to be wearing diaper, let alone wetting them. So in a way every time he used his diaper was an accident. And even if he did make the active choice to wet myself, Nick couldn't be sure anymore if he could have gotten the diaper off in time to use the toilet. He entered the living where Jane had to do a double take once she saw him. But Nick could see a smirk creeping across her face. You look cute today, she teased. Thanks, he replied with a shy tone. At first he felt very naked sitting in front of his mom in just a diaper, but it didn't take long for him to get used to that. Once he was done eating he stood up to clean up his plate when he suddenly felt a hand slip between his legs. Nick froze a little as his mom patted his diaper, you're quite wet, did you have a dream about the ocean by any chance. Not as far as I know, Nick said, but I did have another accident before breakfast. Now that he had said it out loud, Nick knew that calling them accidents was the right thing to do. Although Jane did seem a little surprised by it. Did you now? Good to know. It should be able to take another wetting, so you can do your own thing for now. Nick wasn't sure why she said it in that way, did she think he actually lost control already? But did it really matter anymore. Having real accidents now or in a few months didn't really matter, he needed diapers anyways. An hour had passed and Nick's diaper was now even wetter. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had to take it off. He sighed because he didn't really want go take off his diaper. Just then another urge hit him. It's been a while since I had a messy accident, Nick thought. He remembered the feeling off the load in the back of his diaper, it made him feel so helpless and babyish afterwards. Nick realized that he was feeling the same way right now, maybe he should lean into it. Why not, after all. Wasn't this what Jane wanted, him accepting that he needed diapers. Nick took a deep breath. I'm diaper dependent now, he told himself for the hundreth time. You have accidents in your diapers, that why you are wearing. That also includes messy accidents. There is nothing wrong with messing my diaper. At first he tried to mess his diaper while sitting on the couch. I mean, the whole point of diapers was that he didn't have to get up to do his business anymore. But he hadn't messed himself enough for it to happen naturally yet. So instead, he stood up and squatted a bit. But unlike then, Jane entered before he filled his diapers. Oh, she said as she saw him standing there. Do I need to leave you alone? No, it's fine, Nick answered, I am just using my diaper, nothing unusual, so please don't make a big deal out of it. Alright Jane replied, and continued with whatever she was doing. Nick was surprised that he didn't really care that his mom was near him when he messed his diaper, maybe he had gotten a little too used to using his diaper in his mom's presence. It still took a minute but slowly Nick felt the mess enter his diaper. It wasn't as explosive as his first time, it was just a regular mess. His diaper was expanding outward and sagging nonetheless. Nick was grunting and groaning, trying to push it all out. It wasn't easy, but wetting his diapers the first few times hadn't been easy either. Suddenly his body decided to give a final push and all the remaing load slipped into his diaper. He felt it starting to spread towards the front, which wasn't pleasant, but it was a small price for not having to make it to the toilet. Nick was panting a little bit, this had been a lot harder then he remembered, but he was relieved it was over. He reached over to the back of his diaper and squeezed a bit, feeling the mess shift around in the diaper. A messy diaper around his bum still felt odd, but this was a good step in normalizing it. All done? Jane asked. Yeah, I think so. Good, then I'll grab a fresh diaper and I'll get you changed. It took him a few seconds to proces that sentence. What do you mean change, I only wear diapers during the night, morning and evening? Nick realized how silly that sounded as he was saying it, he basically admitted he wore diapers more often than not. But still, he was supposed to wear regular underwear between breakfast and dinner. It was an unwritten rule, why change it? I know, Jane said, and I thought it wouldn't be necessary to put you in diapers during the day for at least another few weeks. You just messed your diaper however. That tells me that you might need to start wearing and using diapers full time sooner than I was expecting. I didn't want to put you in diaper 24/7 yet because you would be forced to mess them as well. But if you start messing them so casually anyways, I don't see much reason to keep you in regular underwear. The longer you have to get used to being in diapers full time, the better. With that she told Nick to follow her upstairs so she could change him. Nick had almost forgotten what it was like to walk around in a full diaper. With every step the mess shifted through his diaper, reminding him of what he was becoming. What have I just done, he thought to himself. Just the other day he was freaking out about always having to wear diapers, and now it was already a reality. Slowly he felt that panic return to him as all the worst case scenario's flashed through his head. Mom, I'm not sure if I am ready for this, he confessed. Oh really, that full diaper of yours tells a different story. I just wanted to feel what it was like again, Nick tried to argue. I'm sure you did, but you choose to use a diaper rather than the toilet nonetheless. Look, I'm not saying you'll be put in diapers permanently from now on, but I do think it's a good idea to at least try it for a little while so you can experience what it's like. I have a pretty good idea already, he responded. Then you know it won't be that bad. Nick sighed, there was no getting out of this. He laid down on his bed, awaiting yet another diaper change. He felt very nasty since he was technically laying down on his own mess. He cringed as the mess spread further through his diaper. It felt like it was everywhere. He was lucky his mom would almost immediately change him out of it. Jane grabbed all of his changing supplies and started removing the diaper. This time she had opened the windows beforehand, though that didn't make the smell much better. It didn't take as long to clean Nick up this time, but it still felt like forever. The whole time Nick could only think of one thing. This is my life now, I wear a diaper, I pee and poop in my diaper, I get changed into a new diaper, rinse and repeat. Soon enough It will all be normal, he told himself. If that was good thing remained to be seen. When he was all cleaned up Jane walked over to the closet and grabbed a new diaper. The plain white square looked so simple, but his whole life seemed to revolve around them at this point. Maybe it was a good they would be a regular part of his life soon, then he would be able to focus on other things. Jane lifted up his legs and slit the diaper under him. Then she applied baby powder and wrapped the diaper over his not so private zone. The tapes were put in place and with that he was wearing his third consecutive diaper. Nick gave it a few pats before standing up. It felt strange standing there during the middle of the day in a fresh diaper. Wearing a diaper in the morning felt normal, since he already had one on when he woke up, and in the evening he at least had a chance of falling asleep to justify them. But he had almost no reason to wear a diaper during the day. That's not true, he tried to remind himself. You're almost incontinent, you need diapers. Of course this wasn't entirely true either, but it was easier than admitting he might prefer it over normal underwear. It still felt a little strange the first day. He tried to continue like normal, but wasn't able to. It was bloody hot outside, and Nick felt trapped inside because he didn't want to get caught in his special underwear. He was restless, walking around in the house. Minutes after his change he felt diaper was starting to get wet. Though this seemed to be sweat, and not an accident. He wanted to do something, get out of the house and live his life. Instead he wet himself as a reminder that he would probably never leave the house without a diaper again. With a frustrated sigh, he laid down on the couch and started doomscrolling. But there was nothing for him to watch, all his favorite youtubers hadn't uploaded, and every other social media platform he opened was full of people having fun and things he had already seen. It made him feel even more lonely and miserable. Normally he would find solace in knowing there were others like him, alone and looking for a distraction. But there was no one like him, having to stay inside out of fear of exposing his diapers. That brought him to his final resort: porn. He wasn't proud of having to resort to it, but at least it would keep him distracted for a while. But even porn made him miserable, seeing all these hot people fuck each other, knowing that he might never be able to experience it for himself. What girl would want to have sex with a guy that couldn't stop himself from peeing during sex? That's when he decided to try something new. In all those month of being in diapers, he had never looked up actual diaper porn, but to his surprise, there was a whole category for it. Nick felt something growing in his diaper as he scrolled past dozens of thumbnails of hot girls wearing diapers. It didn't take long for him to click on one. It was about a girl that rubbed her diaper until she had an orgasm, nothing too crazy. But the sight of seeing an attractive girl laying on her bed in a thick diaper like him him awoke something. He slowly placed his hand on the front of his diaper and started rubbing. With each groan the girl let out he started rubbing harder. Within a minute he was moaning almost as loud as her as he felt his rock solid manhood press against the soft padding that would always be around him from now on. Where it had terrified him earlier, it turned him on now. I'll always be in a diaper from now on, so I guess the only way to do the deed is in my diaper. He had never thought about how nice it would be to do it in a diaper. Normaly he would always be worried about the cleanup, but now he could just let go and his diaper would keep him clean. I'm a pathetic little diaper boy, he thought to himself. Normal people my age have a pretty girlfriend to do this stuff with, but all he had were his diapers. He was rubbing it as hard as he could by now, feeling the cloth and plastic against his privates was better than it had any right to be. It feels so good, he moaned one last time before he felt himself cum into his padding. He felt his sticky load all throughout his diaper. It felt very strange, not quite as nasty as a messy diaper, but it was more noticeable than just a wet one. He had never been so afraid for post nut clarity. What would he think of himself once the excitement wore off. But to his surprise, that didn't happen. The excitement did go away. His peepers had rarely felt so small as it did right now. But despite this he didn't feel embarrassed, not even a little. He almost felt like a caterpillar that had just turned into a butterfly. Nick had reached such deep lows that he didn't even feel any motivation to pick himself back up. It just seemed so much easier to keep sitting here, letting his mind drift while filling his diaper. When he felt the need to pee, he didn't have to think twice and just let it run. The diaper quickly started to turn yellow, Nick didn't think he would even make it until dinner with his current diaper. But that didn't matter anymore, Jane would make sure he didn't leak. All he had to do was relax and let his body take care of the rest. From that point on, Nick started to feel more and more like a todler and less like an adult. Jane was surprised to find out he had been doing naughty stuff in his special underwear. But she also realised that this was part of keeping your teenage son in diapers. After a few more hours she changed him. It felt good to be in a fresh diaper, but it was also starting to feel a little strange to him. He rarely kept his diaper dry for more than half an hour, so not having a wet piece of cloth around his crotch felt weird. The rest of the evening went by the same way as the last. He gamed a little, he watched a show he liked while drinking, eating and filling his diaper to his hearts content. Every once in a while, Jane would interrupt him by putting her hand on the front of his padding and asking him turn around so she could check out the back as well. It was a good thing she did this, because Nick's mind was barely registering the wetness. It had just faded into the background while he focused on other things. He usually had to concentrate for a few seconds to start peeing but his mind was already focused on other things by the time he was done. By the end of the evening, he was almost surprised at how full his diaper had gotten. It had all become so normal to him. He didn't think too much about it when the next day went pretty much the same. He didn't mess, but the diaper was soaked and sagging around halfway through the morning. For Nick, this was just part of life now, but Jane was a little surprised at how little her son seemed to care about his rather abnormal circumstances. Is everything alright? She asked him that morning after she had gotten a good look at his yellow stained padding. What do you mean, Nick asked. Well, it's been around 36 hours since you last wore any regular underwear and you're acting like you've been wearing diapers all your life. I guess ... was all Nick had to say. He didn't really see her point. She was the one that put him in diapers, shouldn't she be happy he was going along with it? Jane once again seemed to be able to read his mind. For the record, I'm glad you don't mind being in diapers, and even seem to enjoy yourself when wearing them. A smirk appeared on her face when she saw his surprised expression. Don't think I missed what you did. Do you really think I couldn't hear your moaning all throughout the house? Nick just sat there not knowing what to say. He had just been caught by his mom having an orgasm in his diaper. Any normal teenager would have had a mental breakdown from the sheer embarrassment, but he was only slightly ashamed. It almost seemed like all his self respect had disappeared into his diaper when he blew his load. I'm not mad or disappointed in you. I mean, you're wearing a diaper, how can I blame you for using it. It is also way easier to clean up. There is something that worries me however. I get the impression that you think this is now all there is. You wear and fill your diapers and act like there is nothing else to life. A few months ago you seemed to be full of ambition, you wanted to be an artist, you wanted to see the world, be part of a social group again, but all of that seemed to have faded away the more you came to rely on these. To emphasize her point she pressed on the front of Nick's squishy diaper. This awakened an urge to pee, Nick decided to just let it flow, it would only help his point. How can I have any of those things when I look like this? He asked, looking at his already yellow diaper which was now expanding and sagging. Jane sighed, I guess you're right. Nobody will take you serious like this. You look like an overgrown toddler the way you are sitting here. But guess what, you still have a whole year of school to go, so eventually you're gonna have to go outside again. I can guarentee you that you won't be looking or acting like this. Yes, you will still be wearing diapers, and yes, you will still use them. But you will regular clothes on top of them, and you will behave just like all you classmates. And even if they do find out about you wearing diapers, I doubt they will think it's because you like wearing them. They'll just think you have a medical condition. You might get teased for a bit, but that is probably the worst of it. I understand it will take time to get used to being in diapers 24/7, but eventually you're gonna have to start living again.  Nick was a bit surprised by that remark. Jane noticed and specified. Yes, I've decided you'll always be in diapers from now on. That much became clear when you blew a load in one of them. That was a sign that you clearly want to wear them and can't be trusted without them, so I don't see much point in delaying it. Anyways, you still have almost a whole summer holiday ahead of you, and I would hate it if you wasted most of it by sulking over your special protection. Understood? Yeah, I guess so, Nick answered. He understood his mom's point but had trouble picturing himself doing anything normal with a full diaper around his hips. Good, Jane responded, now let's go get you changed because that diaper is absolutely soaked. As the days went by, Nick noticed himself becoming more and more comfortable with his full-time diapered lifestyle. It was getting harder to remember what it had been like to wear regular underwear. Especially now that he didn't have any normal underwear left to compare it too. A few hours after Jane had announced that Nick would be wearing diapers full time, she had decided there was no reason to keep his old underwear. When he entered his bedroom he saw all his underwear spread out over his bed. I want you to get a good look at this, because this is the last time you will see any regular underwear for the time being, you are going to put all of them into a big bag and bring it to the trash. Meanwhile I will put your diapers in the drawer where your underwear used to be, that way you'll never have wonder what you have to wear. Nick felt his heart pump in his chest as he gathered up all his underwear and put them in a big bag. The thin cloth felt almost alien in his hand. Especially when he put his other hand on his slightly damp diaper. The contrast was enormous. Part of him wondered what it would be like to wet himself while wearing them, would it feel good to wet his pants like a toddler that wasn't quite ready to be out of diapers yet? His mind pictured himself standing in a shop as he helplessly soiled himself, watching a large dark patch quickly spread around his crotch and down his legs. He felt his manly bit grow inside his diaper. He relaxed his bladder and felt a small coming out. But instead of soaking his jeans, it was all caught by his diaper. He rubbed himself as he wet himself, reflecting on what he had once been and what he was now. They couldn't be much further apart. Nick got snapped out of his inner thought by Jane. I'm sure that diaper is very nice, but the sooner this stuff is gone the better, so chop chop. Nick grabbed one of his wider pants and put it over his diaper. He had to wiggle a little bit to get it on top, but it wasn't as bad as he was expecting. When he looked in the mirror, his diaper wasn't even that noticable. For the quick trip to the garbage chute and back, this should be more than fine. He put on a t-shirt and started putting his underwear in the bag. Soon enough all of it was gone and Nick started heading downstairs. It felt odd to walk around with a wet diaper under his regular jeans. This was the first time in a while where he felt like his old self, at least a little bit. When he sat down to put on his shoes he could feel the diaper shifting inside his pants. When he looked down he saw a that the diaper was forming a large bulge in the front. He suddenly became very nervous about going outside. What if someone did see his diaper when he bent over? What would they think? Would they tell anyone. Nick's mind envisioned the whole neighbourhood suddenly knowing he was in diapers. He felt his heart pumping in his chest and his breathing became more rapid. What's wrong, Jane asked, noticing his distress. What if someone sees my diaper, he asked. He sounded like a 4 year old who hadn't been potty trained yet. That isn't going to happen, Jane reasurred him. Your diaper is very well covered up. And if someone does see them, they'll just think you are having some sort of medical issue. Almost everyone living here is an adult, no one is going to make fun of you, understood? That calmed him down enough to continue with what he was doing. Nick looked in the mirror one last time to make sure his diaper wasn't poking out. Then he walked out the door, his wet diaper accompanying him with every step he took. Nick heard the door close behind him, he was now out in the open. There were no walls to hide behind, all he could do was walk forward and hope that everything would work out. Nick had never been so alert when walking around his neighborhood, he was scanning every corner looking for movement. It was almost as if he was in a zombie apocalypse. Nick had really hoped that he would be able to avoid everyone, but avoiding people isn't a very realistic goal when walking around a neighborhood. Nick nearly got a heart attack when he saw a couple walking on the other side of the road. Nick had seldom been more aware of the diaper under his pants, he tried to walk as normally as possible, but the soggy diaper was making this quite difficult. The couple glanced at Nick and continued walking. Did they notice? He wondered. And if so, what did they think of it? But when he looked back, the couple was just walking along and didn't appear to have noticed anything weird about him. Nick decided to pick up his pace, the sooner this was over, the better. He encountered a few more people on the way to the garbage dispute, with each look or forced smile he got, he wanted to turn back around and hide in his room forever. He wondered when he had become such a coward. After what felt like forever, he arrived at the garbage dispute. In his haste to get this over with he bent over, fully exposing the waistband of his diaper. Thankfully there was no one behind him. He acted a lot more carefully after that. Usually he did this in a matter of seconds, but now it took him more than a minute to dispose of the garbage because he was constantly tugging his shirt down to prevent further exposure. While he lifted the garbage up to place it inside the container, he felt a surprisingly large squirt of pee escape into his diaper. He grabbed his crotch just a cute girl was walking by. Nick turned beet red and stared at the ground. He couldn't believe what just happend, if he hadn't been wearing a diaper, there would be a 50% chance there would be a dark patch on the front of his pants. This only made him more nervous. He quickly disposed of the garbage and started walking back. He had to look at that cute girl for the rest of the way back. A hundred diffrent thoughts raced through his head. Had she seen him grab his crotch? Had she seen the look of horror on his face as he realized he had an actual accident in his diaper? If she did see it, did she think he was a pervert? Did she know he just had an accident? Did she realize he wearing a diaper. He didn't know, but he assumed the worst. Normally he was daydreaming about seeing someone like that more often, starting to flirt with her, going on a date, falling in love and all the other stuff teenage boys think about when they see a hot girl. But now he hoped he would never see her again. With every step he took it felt like he was leaking more and more into his diaper. He didn't know if this was actually true or if it was just the wet fabric of the diaper was tricking his mind. At last he got to the front door, but realized he had forgotten the keys. He knocked, and waited. Then he knocked again, and waited some more. Nick had always hated it when he suddenly had to pee very urgently when coming home, but never more than at this moment. Mom please, I have to pee, he begged. There was no response. Nick was now doing everything in his power to not have an accident out in the open. But as he was getting more desperate, a feeling of dread washed over him as he realized he was in fact about to wet himself in front of his own house where everyone could see him. It didn't take long for him to come to terms with this, because he was about to burst. He stopped moving and tried to stand as normally as possible to make it seem like he was just waiting, and not in fact wetting his diaper. Well, I guess it would have happened sooner or later, he told himself before finaly letting go. He felt a rapid stream of urine flow into the diaper. It seemed to go everywhere, Nick felt the diaper rapidly swelling up, but he also felt puddles forming in the seat of his diaper. It took Nick a bit too long to realize what this meant. Before he had processed what was happening, he felt two warm streams going down both of his legs. He looked down in schock as he saw wet spots appear on his pants and rapidly expand as his diaper was leaking on either side. No, No, No, No, No, he muttered as he tried and failed to stop peeing. All he could do was look at the results of his accident becoming more and more obvious. He didn't even care if others saw him anymore. Unlike before, there was only going a single thought through his head: I can never be trusted to go outside without a diaper ever again. Of course that was exactly when Jane opened the door and saw the result of what was supposed to be a harmless 2 minute errand. Oh Nick, what happened, she asked in a worried motherly voice. And for the first time in what felt like forever Nick started to cry. He told her in great detail what happend in those 5 nightmarish minutes, between all the sobs and sniffs. About his paranoia, his small accident, the cute girl and at last the big accident. Once the floodgates were opened, everything came out. He told her how humiliated he felt when he first started wearing diapers but how he had quickly started to really like them. He told her how he had secretly wore them when he was alone and how he enjoyed wetting his diaper. He told her that he wasn't really having accidents back then, but loved wearing diapers so much that he decided to go along with it. He told her about how thrilling it was to mess himself for the first time. He told her how wearing so many diapers made it harder and harder to hold his pee. He told her how ashamed he was of what he had become and how much he regretted letting it come this far. And lastly he told her that he really, really didn't want to wear diapers anymore. Through all the tears Nick had barely noticed Jane had laid him down on bed and was almost done cleaning him. Jane was wiping the last of his pee away when he confessed he was done wearing diapers. Jane could only sigh, I understand it Nick. I really do, you are scared and ashamed, you feel trapped by the choices you've made and want to go back a simpler time when everything was normal. I get that, I sometimes also wish I could turn back time, but we can't. All we can do is think about the choices we have made, whether they were the right or wrong ones, and learn from them to make sure we keep doing the things that work and don't repeat the our mistakes. That doesn't really help me, Nick said. Maybe not immediately. You will keep wearing diapers, because you've just proven that you are unable to keep your pants dry without them. That was because you didn't open the door. No it wasn't, Jane said, if I did you still would've wet yourself, but instead of leaking on the stepstones, it would have been on my wooden floor. He knew she was right. It was not my intention for your diaper to leak however, I didn't know it was this full already. For now I will check you more often until I find a diaper that better suits your needs. Are you gonna buy even bigger diapers, Nick asked, unable to hide the uncertainty in his voice. I know that is probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but I simply don't have the time to check your diaper every hour, so I need something that I can trust to keep you dry. Nick felt his cheeks getting red, she really was treating him like a toddler now. But earlier you said you liked wearing diapers, right? Nick already regretted telling her that, because it would probably be used against him for the rest of his life. Don't worry, I don't think you are weird, I'm not gonna judge you and I won't use this against you. I just want to understand your feelings so I can help you navigate them, Jane said while grabbing a fresh, blue diaper. Well, I guess it started out of convinience, he admitted. It was nice to not have to get out of bed, I could just let go without having to worry about wet pants or sheets. Makes sense, Jane said. But this slowly developed into something more, I felt safe and comfortable in them, and using them was exciting. And then I had that "accident" in front of you, which was embarrassing, but because of that. It felt kind of nice to wet them, so I kept them on in the morning, at first only when I was home alone, but then one day I forgot to take it off and wet myself in front of you again. From then on you started thinking I needed diapers because I was having daytime accidents. I enjoyed wearing them so much I decided to go along with it, and from there it turned into an vicious cycle. Because you didn't trust me without diapers, I started wearing them more. This resulted in me getting very used to being in diapers and wetting myself whenever I wanted, thus making my bladder weaker. That obviously made it harder for me to make it to the toilet and live a regular life, so I wore even more diapers, etc, etc. Now that I've been in diapers for this long, I think I would regularly have accidents if I wasn't wearing them. I really do need diapers. I guess so, Jane said as she finished taping his diaper shut. Nick was glad to be wearing clean diaper, he felt much more at ease. That does explain why you never seemed to bothered by wearing diapers, at least up until now. Do you regret all of this? Jane asked him. He had to think about that for a bit. I'm not sure, he said at last. For the last few months, there has rarely been a moment where I disliked wearing a diaper. They are soft, comfy, useful and kind of exciting. Though I suppose the excitement has kind of worn off now that I'm always wearing one. It's still really nice to be able to pee whenever I feel like it, but wearing and using diapers doesn't feel special anymore. They're just my new underwear. Now that I'm losing control of my bladder, the thrill of using my diaper instead of the toilet is also gone. I don't have a choice anymore, I can either wet my diaper or my pants, which isn't really a choice. Sometimes I don't even notice it happening anymore, making it hard yo enjoy. Only now do I realize what I've gotten myself into, now that it is too late to go back.  I didn't like going outside in a diaper at all, they suddenly felt like a burden, but I'm also uncomfortable with the idea of not wearing them. I wish I had know that wearing diapers would lead to this. I'm scared that I made the wrong choice and have to live with that for the rest of my life. I understand that, you were so wrapped up in the excitement of wearing diapers that you forgot to consider the consequences. Everybody forgets to think ahead sometimes, though I will admit that the consequences are rarely this life altering. She looked down at her son, who was still laying on his back with a thick plastic diaper wrapped between his legs. A faint smile crept across her face. Why are you smiling? Nick asked. Jane decided to also be straightforward. I don't think I ever told you just how adorable you look in your diaper, she said. In fact, there are a lot of things I haven't told you. It might be time to confess some things myself. What are you talking about? Nick asked, genuinely confused. Jane took a deep breath, I am very happy that you are back in diapers if I'm being perfectly honest. Oh... was all Nick could say before Jane continued. I was getting really nervous before you went back to wearing diapers. You had turned 18, your graduation was coming closer and closer (even with the delay) and I was getting really scared that I would lose you once it was time for you to move out. I love you, obviously, and I felt like I wasn't ready for you too leave. There wouldn't be much left afterwards, and of course that is my own fault, but it is hard to fix once you reach a curtain age. But then you started wetting the bed, and all of a sudden I had my 5 year old boy back who was having trouble making it to the toilet. And when it didn't stop you had to start wearing pull-ups again. It felt very nostalgic to see you in such childish underwear, and it gave me some peace, knowing that my baby boy was still with me. When that didn't help, the only option was putting you back in actual diapers. I still remember it so vividly, you knocking at my door after your diaper had leaked. I had to act like I was angry at you for leaking, but the truth is, I couldn't have been happier. I was finally able to take care of you again. It was so nice putting a diaper on you again. You were so vulnerable at that moment. Seeing the embarrassment on your face, telling you it was all gonna be alright, the way the diaper fit you just perfectly, at that moment this really felt like you were meant to be in diapers. And it seemed like you agreed. I knew the second you wet your diaper in front of the bathroom that you liked wearing diapers. I had never seen you so at peace as in that split second when you were filling your diaper before seeing me. From there, every time you kept your diaper on or had another accident, I was more reaffirmed that this was the best thing that could've happend to us. I told myself this was wrong, that I shouldn't want my son to be in diapers just because I regret how quickly he grew up. I really tried to help you get out of them, I spent hours looking for solutions, but there was nothing to be done it seemed. All that time my heart was telling me: he doesn't need a cure, nor a solution, things are exactly as they should be. It was almost like I was un-potty training you. I was so happy when we decided to keep you in diapers during the morning. And I was even happier when I put you in thicker diapers and you didn't seem to mind it. You looked so cute, waddling around with that bulk between your legs. I was kind off expecting that that would be it, my son had become I bedwetter and I was allowed to take care of you. That was already more than enough to me to be content with. It made my day to day life a lot more bearable, knowing that at the end of the day I would be rewarded with some precious mother-son time. Then you messed yourself. I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. My 18 year old son had just pooped in his diaper like a baby. That's when I realized just how far you were willing to take this. So I put a diaper on you when you fell asleep on the couch, it was meant as a small experiment to see if you'd mind getting diapered without your consent. It was very selfish of me, but to my surprise, you actually had an accident. So it only made sense to keep you in diapers during the evening as well, and you once again seemed to be okay with it. I was so very glad when you directly asked me to be diaper you, not just because I like taking care of you, but also because it showed that you trusted me to not judge you for wanting to wear them. I don't think you realised how much that meant to me. That was the moment I knew that you belonged in diapers. I decided then and there that I was gonna put you back in diapers 24/7 again, because that was clearly what we both needed. But now I realize that it was too much. That speech I gave you was not so much to convince you, it was to convince myself that putting you in diapers was the best thing to do. It would be easier for me to do that if I accepted that my son would soon be incontinent, but I never thought about how this would effect the way you see yourself. The truth is, I was preoccupied with what was best for me, and not with what was best for you. This last week I've seen that you are in fact not ready. You started acting like a completely different person who seemed to think that diapers were all there is to life. Today my desire for you to fully embrace yourself as a diaper boy resulted in you having an awful and humiliating experience. I've been very selfish and you are the one paying the price. I can't describe how sorry I am. I have been a terrible mother and what I've done the last few months is unforgivable. I completely understand if you are unable to forgive me. Nick could see the tears running down his mothers cheeks. He knew he should be furious, but he wasn't. All he could feel was sympathy. Nick recognised how hard she had tried to make him happy, and he knew that she had succeeded, he had never felt so content as in these last few months. To be honest, he hadn't been particularly truthful with her either. And yes, this last week had been hard, but that was part of the proces. Of course becoming diaper dependent wasn't gonna be easy, but it could have been so much worse if it hadn't been for her support. I don't want you to feel guilty, and I don't want you to think I'm mad. You have been the best mom I ever could have hoped for, because this is exactly what I needed. And even though the coming months are gonna be hard, knowing that you are gonna be there to support and take care of me, I can't help but look forward to it.        

Oh, I've seen a couple of his morning posts where his diaper was not messy.  I immediately had to call 911 to be rushed to the cardiac ward of the ER.