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By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 20 – Full Time Baby Like most mornings, I woke up and could instantly tell that I had wet myself in the night. However, this time I didn’t feel sad or upset. I had finally started to come to terms with the fact that I was incontinent and needed to wear nappies. I sat up in the crib and allowed my dummy to fall out of my mouth. I held onto to the crib rails and waited patiently for Christina to come in. It didn’t take long before I heard her coming up the stairs and walked into the nursery. ‘Morning pumpkin’, she beamed as she opened the curtains. ‘Morning Auntie, I replied as I adjusted my eyes to the sunlight. She walked over and let down the side of the crib. I got up onto my knees to assume the diaper check position. ‘What are we dealing with today then?’ Christina grinned. ‘Just a wee wee Auntie’, I replied. ‘Ooh ok’, she said, ‘no poo poo this morning?’ ‘Nope’ I assured her. Christina raised her eyebrow at me in suspicion. I smiled, ‘you’d better check just in case’. I didn’t think I had messed myself but at this point it was hard to tell. Christina stretched open the back of my nappy and confirmed that I was clean. After my nappy check, I headed over to the changing table and laid down. ‘When is Mummy going to be here?’ I asked. ‘She should be here just before lunch time’, confirmed Christina. I missed my Mummy and couldn’t wait to see her. ‘What are we doing today?’ I asked. ‘No plans today’, replied Christina grinning, ‘you can just enjoy being a baby all day’. ‘I’d like that’, I giggled in response. After my revelation last night, I was ready to embrace my baby life more than ever. I began wiggling my legs in excitement. ‘Keep those feet still mister’, Christina chuckled, ‘auntie needs to get this dry nappy on you’. I held as still as I could whilst she powdered me and fastened on a new nappy. Afterwards we headed downstairs where I was fed a bowl of cereal before being washed and dressed for the day. I had only my nappy and romper on but it felt like I was wearing enough, especially with the bonnet and mittens as well. I sat down on the blanket with a dummy in my mouth and began using my new colouring book. Christina put an episode of Bluey on the television. I had already seen the episode but was more than happy to watch it again. I started colouring a picture of a bunny rabbit holding a flower. I wanted to make it a really nice picture for my Mummy. For the first half an hour, I would occasionally shuffle around to check if I had wet myself. After a while, I stopped bothering and just allowed my body to do what it wanted to do. I was just starting my second picture when there was a knock on the door. I started panicking and began having my recurring nightmare that it would be Samantha at the door. The thought of her seeing me like this was terrifying. Christina past me and smiled. ‘Don’t worry sweetheart’, she smiled, ‘it’s only your Mummy’. My eyes widened with delight as the door was opened and my Mummy stood there in the doorway. As she walked in, I couldn’t help but rush over to her and embrace her in a bear hug. ‘Ooh someone’s pleased to see me’, giggled my mother as she returned the hug. I looked up at her and attempted to speak but the dummy seemed to have overtaken the inside of my mouth completely. ‘Mmphmmph’, I muffled from behind my dummy. ‘Aw, so cute’, chuckled my mother after hearing my incoherent speech. At that point I might as well of started going ‘goo goo ga ga’. I rushed over and picked up my colouring book that I was excited to show her. ‘Wow Jake!’ she exclaimed as she looked my picture, ‘did you do that all by yourself?’ I nodded my head and grinned widely behind my dummy. ‘Aw you’re so clever’, she cooed. I quickly ran back over to the blanket and began working on another picture. My mother and Christina started chatting to one another while I sat and did my colouring and watched Bluey. After a while, Christina announced that it was lunch time. I was a bit grumpy when she turned off the TV but I was feeling pretty peckish and so I didn’t mind too much. As usual, when we walked into the kitchen, I headed over to the highchair and allowed Christina to strap me into it before clicking the tray into place. I wondered what we were going to eat. As Christina tied on my bib, I watched curiously as my mother scooped something into a plastic bowl before placing it in the microwave. I waited patiently in the highchair while Christina made some sandwiches for her and my mother. As the microwave pinged, she came over and took the dummy out of my mouth. ‘What am I having for lunch?’ I finally got to ask. ‘Your favourite’, my mother giggled. After removing the plastic bowl from the microwave, she placed a small spoon inside and brought it over to me. As she placed it down on the tray I was confused. It looked like some kind of tomato soup but it smelt sweeter. ‘What is it?’ I asked intrigued. My mother walked over and picked up an empty jar. ‘It’s sweet potato and vegetables’, she cheered. I instantly understood what was happening and felt mortified. ‘You mean…it’s baby food?’ I exclaimed, ‘I’m not eating that’. ‘This used to be your favourite meal when you were little’, explained my mother, ‘you would always clear your bowl when I gave you this’. ‘I’m not a real baby anymore’, I argued. ‘I know you’re not sweetheart’, replied my mother, ‘but I’m curious to see if you still like it’. ‘I don’t want to eat it’, I said sternly. ‘You could at least try it’, Christina chimed in, ‘your Mummy has bought you that as a nice treat’. It felt like the worst treat in the world. I would rather be breastfed again than have to eat baby food. ‘Just try a little bit’, smiled my mother. Being locked inside of the highchair, I didn’t have a lot of other option. I sighed and attempted to pick up the plastic spoon that was sitting inside the bowl of orange goop. However, once again my mittens stopped me from doing anything by myself. I looked up at my mother defeated. ‘Could you…erm…feed me please?’ I asked whilst blushing. Most of the time I was fed my meals anyway but having to ask to be spoon fed felt very belittling. ‘Of course I can’, grinned my mother. She took hold of the plastic spoon and stirred the baby food in the bowl before scooping up a big spoonful of orange mush. ‘Open wide sweetie’, she cooed. As the spoonful of goop came towards me, I could do nothing but open my mouth and accept it. I wrapped my lips around the spoon as my mother gently pulled it away, leaving me with a mouthful of baby food. There wasn’t much for me to chew and it seemed to slide down my throat pretty easily. I was then left with the after taste. It was mostly bland although I could taste a slight sweetness which I guessed came from the potato. ‘Good boy Jake’, my mother said softly, ‘here comes the next one’. I watched as she scooped up another spoonful and guided it into my mouth. This time I kept the food in my mouth a little longer before swallowing it. I was too embarrassed to say anything but it actually didn’t taste too bad. I opened my mouth again before my mother had even scooped up another spoonful. ‘Someone’s eager’, chuckled Christina. ‘Aw, you see’, smiled my mother, ‘I knew you would still enjoy this’. I didn’t respond and waited patiently for my next mouthful. After eating spoonful after spoonful, the bowl was finally empty. My mother picked up my bib and used it to wipe my mouth. ‘I’m so proud of you for finishing all of your din dins’, my mother cooed. ‘Thanks’ I replied awkwardly although I did get a certain kick out of being praised. My mother removed my bib and let me out of the highchair. She put the dummy back into my mouth before holding my hand and leading me into the living room. I felt slightly confused as neither her or Christina had eaten their lunch yet. However, as we walked over to the corner of the room, I saw the play pen and knew exactly where I was going. With the dummy in my mouth, I couldn’t complain and could do nothing but allow my mother to help me get inside of the play pen before taking a seat and getting comfortable. ‘Play nicely with your toys sweetheart’, said my mother, ‘we’ll just be in the other room if you need us’. After she left the room, I looked around the play pen and saw my cuddly dinosaur from yesterday along with my building blocks. I was frustrated that I couldn’t do my colouring and would have to resort to playing with baby toys. I sighed and started to put my building blocks in order. They were numbered 1-10 and I was able to do it within a few seconds. I attempted to stack my blocks and make a tower. Despite my best efforts, the mittens on my hands made it extremely difficult to stack any more than three blocks at a time. The fact that I was struggling to play with a baby toy felt very demeaning and I eventually gave up. I knocked down my small tower in frustration and threw the blocks out of the play pen. ‘I hope you’re playing nicely in there’, I heard my mother call out from the kitchen. I suddenly froze and felt just like a little kid who knew that they might be in trouble. I stayed quiet for a few moments until I heard my mother and Christina carrying on their conversation. My cuddly dinosaur smiled at me from the other side of the play pen and I remembered all the fun I’d had with him yesterday. I smiled and reached over to grab him. However, as I did, I let out a fart. This was followed by the back of my nappy expanding and I instantly knew that I had messed myself. I grabbed my dinosaur and gingerly sat down in my mess. It wasn’t long afterwards that I felt my nappy becoming damp as I started wetting myself. I had come to terms with being incontinent but it was still a strange sensation to suddenly have a dirty nappy out of nowhere. I couldn’t help but smile as I realised just how much of a baby I had become and how I was now fully dependant on Christina and my mother. For the next half an hour, I played with my dinosaur and enjoyed trying to make him do a back flip. Finally, I heard my mother and Christina get up from the dining room table and make their way into the living room. ‘Phew!’ exclaimed my mother, ‘smells like we’ve got a little stinker in here’. By this point, I was getting used to messing my nappy so much that the smell didn’t even register with me anymore. ‘Look at the mess in here’, giggled Christina as she saw my building blocks everywhere, ‘such a messy baby’. She turned to my mother, ‘I’m happy to tidy up down here if you’re alright changing him’. ‘Yes, that’s fine’, replied my mother as she looked at her wristwatch, ‘it’s time for his nap anyway’. I was perfectly happy playing with my dinosaur and didn’t want a nap. ‘Mmmmph’, I tried to complain but forgot about the dummy in my mouth. I spat it out but my mother instantly put it back in again. ‘Keep that safe sweetheart’, she cooed. Now I was getting irritated that I wasn’t even allowed to speak. ‘Mmmph Mmmph’, I said desperately but the dummy continued to muffle my words. I began to sob out of frustration before the tears began flowing and I started crying. ‘Aw, I think someone’s getting a bit cranky’, chuckled Christina. ‘Come on stinky bum’, said my mother as she lifted me out of the playpen, ‘let’s go and change your nappy and then you can have a nice sleep in the crib’. - I continued to gently sob through my nappy change and desperately wanted my dinosaur. My mother hummed softly as she cleaned my bottom before applying a clean nappy. I was then led over to the crib and tucked in ready for my nap. ‘I’m afraid I have some bad news’, said my mother as she locked up the side of the crib, ‘I have to work tomorrow so I won’t be able to see you’. I sucked on my dummy and continued sobbing. ‘I think Christina has something nice planned for you tomorrow though’, she said before gently kissing my forehead, ‘night night pumpkin’. After she left the room, I looked up at the crib mobile. Seeing the animals gently turn around while the lullabies played actually calmed me down and I was finally able to control my emotions. There was now only one question on my mind. What did Christina have planned for tomorrow? -
By Little Sherri · Posted
This has to be a fit issue, @sklawlor, or related to use patterns. I find that lying down is probably the riskiest position in which to wet, other than if you are perfectly positioned. If I am on my back, and the wedding tackle is pointed downward, wetting a decent diaper is a pretty safe proposition, but on my sides or stomach, not so much. Nocturnal wetting events also tend to be less frequent, and involve more volume, whereas during the day, when I'm generally either sitting or standing, wettings occur with greater frequency, and correspondingly less volume. If you're finding that you leak when standing up, and assuming the diaper has, as you noted, amble capacity remaining, then I would suspect that either the diaper you are using is not fitted properly, leaving gaps around the leg gathers, or, the diaper itself is crap, or, this is happening because you're using your diaper like you would use the potty, IE infrequent deluges versus regular sprinkles. When you wet every 30 - 60 minutes, in smaller volume, the diaper gradually redistributes some of the volume to outlying areas, creating capacity at ground zero, which, when you're standing, is inevitably the front, and the lowest point, which would be between your legs. If you wet infrequently and in higher volumes, you may be overwhelming the local infrastructure, and sending streams to the edges, where they find gaps, and you leak. If you released the same amount of fluid, over the same time period, but in three or four events, instead of one, most diapers can handle that much better. Also make sure that your lower tabs (if these are four-tab diapers) are tight enough to hold the leg gathers snug to your body. What kind of diapers are we talking about here? I'd also recommend making sure you're buying the right size - sometimes people will overshoot on sizing, hoping to attain supernatural capacity benefits, however in my experience, this can lead to unpredictable failure modes. For myself, I can fit in a size medium MegaMax, for example, although that's a bit snug on me, and is the only medium diaper I can reasonably wear, and that size, I can wear all day under clothing, if I'm out and about, without feeling that the size of my butt would become a topic of discussion, for strangers. The size large is a bit big on me, but works well as a diaper for around the house - I find them a bit bulky for wearing under clothes in public, but they work great. However, taking that logic to the next extension, being that I've already resigned myself to only wearing the large ones around my immediate family, because I find them a bit obvious, what about the XL ones? Could those buy me 30 hours of cruising range, given that bulk isn't a concern, as I'm not trying to hide them? I decided to experiment with that, and the answer was, no. The XL's didn't work any better than the large versions, and I found that I'd occasionally get weird leaks, way, way before they were anywhere near capacity, because the diaper was huge on me, rising almost to my chest, and with the lower tabs so far in towards the center of the front, that they weren't providing any vertical tension on the front of the leg gathers, instead directing the forces horizontally across the cover. -
By NorthShoreAdam · Posted
MegaMax version 2.1 fixes all the quality issues from the MegaMax USA version 2.0 including blowouts from the leg cuffs. -
By GurryBuoy1993 · Posted
I am blind and I am wondering if someone can explain the Megamax version 2.1 for me. I wore the original mega Max before switching to Rearz Inspire. It would be neat if all these diapers switched to one tab on each side instead of two tabs on each side. I think it would be good to have one wide tab on each side to really give it that classic babyish feel. -
Hi. this may be a strange question but I notice that, after I start my day and I'm wearing a diaper that still has significant capacity available, if I wet the diaper standing up, I'm finding it's leaking a bit. I don't wear diapers all the time, just occasionally so I'm wondering if some of you who have more practice at this might be able to chime in with some hints? Obviously, the pleasure hardware is pointed in the downward position for sleeping and I don't have leaks during the night. I've just recently started wanting to wear during the day for a bit when I have the opportunity, thus the question. All of my experiences with wearing diapers have been at night up to this point, except for the one time where I leaked, which was the impetus for this inquiry.
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