![[DD] Boards & Chat](https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/uploads/monthly_2021_11/DDweb-02.png.0c06f38ea7c6e581d61ce22dffdea106.png)
 |
Cloth Diapers & Panties
For the Cloth Diaper Lovers and their Panties of choice.
494 topics in this forum
-
- 0 replies
- 10.7k views
-
- 10 replies
- 1.1k views
-
- 6 replies
- 248 views
-
- 11 replies
- 1.9k views
-
- 3 replies
- 188 views
-
- 6 replies
- 514 views
-
- 35 replies
- 1.9k views
-
- 12 replies
- 479 views
-
- 3 replies
- 229 views
-
- 16 replies
- 1.6k views
-
- 68 replies
- 13.5k views
-
- 13 replies
- 2.6k views
-
- 10 replies
- 2.2k views
-
- 4 replies
- 1.6k views
-
- 98 replies
- 37.8k views
-
- 29 replies
- 4k views
-
- 6 replies
- 421 views
-
- 19 replies
- 1.2k views
-
- 16 replies
- 985 views
-
- 5 replies
- 477 views
-
- 86 replies
- 13.2k views
-
- 0 replies
- 267 views
-
- 1 reply
- 324 views
-
- 1 reply
- 263 views
-
- 4 replies
- 1k views
-
Current Donation Goals
-
-
Posts
-
-
-
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Prologue : The Fountain of Youth existed. Ryder had never doubted it—not truly. Doubt was a luxury reserved for people who could afford to be wrong. For Ryder, belief was necessity. It was the thin thread holding his life together, the final hope standing between survival and collapse. The myths were real. The legends whispered through centuries were not exaggerations or children’s tales. Somewhere in the world, hidden beyond maps and guarded by time itself, the Fountain waited. And Ryder intended to find it. Chapter 1 : He stood at the small kitchen sink of their apartment, staring at the cracked porcelain as rusty water sputtered from the faucet. The apartment was quiet in the way only desperate places ever were—no television hum, no music, only the distant noise of traffic leaking through thin walls. Outside, the city carried on without him, unaware and uncaring. Behind him, his mother coughed. The sound was sharp and hollow, as though it tore its way out of her chest. Ryder stiffened, gripping the edge of the sink until his knuckles whitened. He counted the seconds—one, two, three—waiting for the cough to subside. When it finally did, he exhaled slowly, as if releasing breath too quickly might somehow break her further. “I’m okay,” she called weakly, anticipating his concern. Ryder turned. She sat wrapped in a threadbare blanket on the sagging couch, her face pale beneath the dim overhead light. She had once been vibrant—warm laughter, quick smiles, hands always moving. Now she looked fragile, as though the wrong breeze might carry her away. “You don’t sound okay,” he said gently. She attempted a smile, but it faltered. “I will be.” Ryder nodded, though neither of them believed it. Ever since his father died, life had narrowed into a constant calculation: rent, food, medicine. What could wait. What couldn’t. What sacrifices had to be made today so tomorrow might still exist. Their apartment—one bedroom, one bath—was all they had left. The landlord’s warnings arrived with increasing frequency, thin envelopes slipped under the door like quiet threats. Final notice. Ryder worked two jobs when he could get them. Construction, deliveries, anything that paid cash and didn’t ask questions. Still, it was never enough. Every dollar vanished as quickly as it came, swallowed by medical bills and overdue rent. And his mother was getting worse. Doctors spoke in careful language, their expressions professionally neutral. Chronic illness. Degeneration. Management, not cure. Ryder heard what they didn’t say: time was running out. That was when he started researching. At first, it was desperation masquerading as curiosity—late nights in the public library, scrolling through obscure archives and ancient texts. He read about lost explorers, forbidden springs, waters said to reverse age and restore life. Most people dismissed the Fountain of Youth as fantasy. Ryder didn’t. Patterns emerged. Maps overlapped. Names repeated themselves across centuries and continents. The same symbols etched into stone, the same warnings passed down through oral histories. This wasn’t coincidence. This was truth buried under time. He closed the faucet and crossed the room, kneeling in front of his mother. “I made soup,” he said. “I’ll bring it over.” She reached for his hand, her grip surprisingly firm. “You don’t have to pretend everything’s fine.” “I know,” Ryder replied. “But I can handle it.” She studied him for a long moment. He looked older than his years now—eyes shadowed, shoulders tense, youth worn thin by responsibility. It hurt her to see it. “Your father would be proud,” she said softly. The words struck harder than she intended. Ryder swallowed. His father had believed in stories too—had filled Ryder’s childhood with tales of lost worlds and hidden wonders. Back then, Ryder had listened with wide eyes, never imagining that belief might one day be all that stood between life and death. That night, after his mother fell asleep, Ryder sat at the small table in the corner of the room. He spread out his notes: sketches of symbols, coordinates scribbled in margins, copies of ancient texts translated by long-dead scholars. At the center lay a single map—creased, incomplete, but promising. The Fountain wasn’t just a dream anymore. It was a destination. He traced the map with his finger, heart pounding. The journey would be dangerous. He knew that. People had vanished searching for less. But fear was meaningless compared to the alternative. If the Fountain could heal. If it could restore. Then maybe—just maybe—he could save her. Ryder folded the map carefully and slipped it into his backpack. Tomorrow, he would take the first step. He didn’t know how far the road would stretch or what it would cost him in the end. He only knew one thing for certain. The Fountain of Youth was real. And Ryder would find it—or lose everything trying. -
By holeinprogress · Posted
hi hi, a lil update! sooo my nurse definitely saw my crinkly white diaper, but she didn't say anything which honestly was the best outcome. though she did give me a really babyish bandaid with dinos on it which made me really happy i felt really confident going outside padded and i look forward to outings more now, though they are still very infrequent. the only thing i dislike about going out padded is the sweating, im naturally a very sweaty guy and i'm really dreading the summer. i'm glad i started my journey in the winter so hopefully my skin acclimates by the time the temperature outside triples. i have managed to entirely avoid rashes and UTI still and i hope to keep it that way. i tried out dandelion tea a few days ago. it definitely makes me pee way more, but i'm not sure how effective it will be for untraining long term. so i think it'll just be something i'll use once in a while when i want to REALLY sog myself silly. it smells and tastes nice too! i'm approaching the 6 week mark, and just when i thought i had plateaued, i noticed something amazing: you know how i mentioned that i dribble when i shift in my seat? that's been happening every day. but also... i caught a mild cold, so i've been sneezing a bit. i realised today that every time i sneeze, a spurt of pee gets forced out. do you know what that means!? i'm stress urinary incontinent! i feel so happy! just knowing that it's sealed, it's real and inescapable - i need diapers now, not just emotionally, but physically too ❤️ i almost feel relieved in a weird way. i was worried my untraining wasn't going so well, i was feeling frustrated that i still had control. but this is proof it's working... anyone can become incontinent if they try! i'm going to be in diapers 24/7 for my entire life and i'm so happy about it! i hope my stress incontinence continues to worsen and hopefully evolve to mixed incontinence. i still have to consciously let go but my overactive bladder means im peeing 15+ times a day, plus all the little leaks in between. i'm rarely dry now. i love my squishy wet diapers, but i can't lie it does feel so nice to put on a nice fresh dry diaper after being in a soggy one for 6 hours! that's all for now thanks for all the support! -
-
-
