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By rusty pins · Posted
No, but if someone jumps out at me suddenly at a Halloween haunted attraction, I might shit! LOL! Seriously, I get scared at some things, mostly when I was a kid. One movie in particular I saw at the theater when I was 8 years old. I didn't pee but I was so traumatized I've never been able to watch that movie again, even though now I'm 68 years old. At the time it took me several days to settle down after seeing the movie and I didn't sleep at all for a day or two. -
By rusty pins · Posted
Welcome! Always nice to see someone from the "Nether-regions" LOL! I was fortunate to spend a week in the Netherlands way back in 1976, 50 years ago. Very enjoyable, but I'm sure a lot has changed since then. -
By widdlemikey · Posted
Stress of any kind for me causes my kidneys to go into overdrive. I've worn a diaper discretely to the dentist a couple times when I knew it was going to be.... 'prolonged'. I don't know if she figured it out, but once I have the 'gas' and don't care so much, i've even wet a few times. (I'm not 24/7 nor wear in public very often). I think it's just natural for the body, when under stress, to have higher BP and produce urine more quickly. How you deal with the exta output is of course, a personal choice. -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 6 – A Full House I opened my eyes the next morning feeling very refreshed. I took out my dummy and stretched out my arms and legs. As I did, I accidentally prodded Samantha and quickly remembered that she was lying next to me. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up in the crib. She yawned loudly, letting her dummy fall out of her mouth in the process. ‘Morning’, she groaned as she adjusted her eyes. ‘Sorry if I woke you’, I apologised, ‘I was just stretching’. ‘That’s ok’, she replied and stretched her arms out. ‘How are you doing this morning?’ I asked. She turned to me and grinned, ‘I feel great when I wake up next to you’. Samantha leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I happily returned the favour and kissed her back. However, before we could take it any further, she suddenly backed away and sniffed the air. ‘Ew, what’s that smell’, she said looking disgusted. ‘Sorry, it’s probably my morning breath’, I chuckled. ‘No, it’s not that’, she replied and continued sniffing the air to determine what it was. However, as I sat up, I immediately felt the wet, sticky sensation that I had felt before. ‘Oh god’, I exclaimed. ‘What’s wrong?’ Samantha asked. I looked at her sheepishly, ‘I…um…I need changing’. ‘Oh, I see’, she replied slowing backing a way. ‘I’m really sorry’, I said whilst trying not to sound too upset. ‘It’s fine’, Samantha smiled, ‘if it makes you feel any better, I’ve wet myself’. She unbuttoned the romper to show me the yellow stain on the front of her nappy. ‘When did you do that?’ I asked. ‘I did it…erm…I think I woke up in the night…erm…’, Samantha looked puzzled, ‘I guess…I don’t know when I did it’. ‘You don’t know?’ I asked confused. ‘I don’t remember doing it’, Samantha confessed before looking slightly scared, ‘do you think I did it in my sleep?’ ‘I wouldn’t worry about it’, I said holding onto her hand, ‘as long as you have a nappy on, you’re always protected’. Samantha still looked troubled by the fact that she may have had a real accident. Before she could think too much about it, Christina came in. ‘Morning babies’, she beamed. ‘Morning Auntie’, we replied in unison. She came over and let the side of the crib down and helped us get out. She immediately checked my nappy. ‘Aw, just a little bit of poo poo’, she announced, ‘that should be fine until after breakfast’. Christina then went over to inspect Samantha before noticing the romper was unbuttoned. ‘What happened there?’ she asked Samantha, ‘did you open that?’ ‘Erm…yes Auntie’, she replied nervously. Christina gave Samantha a quick smack on her diapered bottom. Although it didn’t hurt, Samantha still yelped in shock. ‘That’s naughty Samantha’, Christina said sternly, ‘you must never touch your romper or nappy. That’s only for the grown-ups to touch’. Samantha gulped and stood there looking like a toddler who had just been told off, ‘sorry Auntie’. Despite having a wet nappy, Christina buttoned Samantha’s romper back up and we headed downstairs. As we went into the kitchen, it felt very quiet. ‘Where’s my Mummy?’ Samantha said before immediately blushing for saying the word ‘Mummy’. ‘Your mother’s will be here soon’, Christina smiled, ‘let’s have some breakfast. Who wants to go first?’. Samantha allowed me to go first and I was immediately placed into the highchair. When my bottom hit the seat, I felt an uncomfortable squelch as the wet poop in my nappy stuck to my butt. I watched as Christina heated up a bowl of baby porridge before bringing it over. After tying a bib around our necks, Christina handed Samantha a bottle of milk before returning to me. She scooped up a large spoonful which I quickly accepted. Out of all the baby food I had eaten, the creamy porridge was my favourite. I happily ate mouthful after mouthful whilst Samanatha drank her milk. The foul smell of my nappy seemed to grow stronger yet Christina managed to ignore it and continued feeding me. After finishing, Christina let me out before ushering Samantha into the highchair. After getting her strapped in, Christina handed me a bottle. As I started drinking it, I instantly knew that I was once again drinking Jessica’s breastmilk. I hungrily gulped it down and realised that I was starting to prefer breastmilk over cow’s milk. However, as I continued drinking, I noticed Chirstina heating up another bowl of baby porridge before bringing it over to the highchair. ‘I don’t want to eat baby food’, Samantha immediately said, sticking her nose up at the bowl of goop in front of her. ‘It’s nice, trust me’, Christina replied. ‘No, I don’t want it’, Samantha insisted. ‘Samantha, that’s enough’, Christina said firmly, ‘I don’t know why you’re being so naughty this morning but it stops right now’. Samantha looked very sheepish. ‘I’ve spanked Jake before’, Christina confessed, ‘I don’t want to have to spank you as well’. Samantha’s eyes widened. ‘Spank me?’ she exclaimed. Christina could see that Samantha looked a little worried and smiled at her. ‘I’m sure it won’t come to that’, she said, ‘I promise you that the porridge is nice’. Samantha sat still and reluctantly opened her mouth as a spoonful of baby porridge came towards her. As she accepted it, she immediately tensed up. However, after a few moments, she seemed to loosen up and eventually started smiling. ‘Yum’, she said. ‘Is that nice?’ Christina asked. ‘It’s really nice…in a weird way’, Samantha replied. ‘It’s not weird’, chuckled Christina, ‘as a baby, you’re supposed to enjoy baby food’. Christina gave her another spoonful which she happily accepted. Before she knew it, Samantha had cleaned her bowl. ‘Right then you two’, said Christina, ‘let’s get you ready for the day’. - After getting washed and put into fresh nappies, we went downstairs. We had both been given t-shirts to wear but had our nappies on full display, not that we minded. It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door. As Christina opened the door, our mothers walked in and gave us both big hugs. Samantha looked a little confused. ‘Are you not angry anymore?’ she asked her mother. ‘Why would I be angry?’ her mother replied, ‘I’ve got my little baby girl back’. ‘But I thought you hated all of this’, said Samantha. ‘I’ve had a long chat with Jake’s mother and Christina and…I get it now,’ she smiled, ‘I’m sorry I got angry’. She picked Samantha up and span her around. ‘Mummy’, Samantha giggled, ‘put me down’. Her mother gave Samantha a big kiss on the cheek, ‘I love it when you call me Mummy’, she grinned, ‘I thought those days were long gone’. Samantha still seemed surprised that she had started saying ‘Mummy’ but it felt right. After getting settled, we had the most amazing morning. Samantha’s mother admired her daughter’s colouring book and even helped to colour in a picture of a giraffe. Meanwhile, my mother sat me in her lap and played ‘peek-a-boo’, with me. At first it felt very belittling, but I soon started to enjoy it. ‘Where has Jake gone?’ cooed my mother. I giggled with my hands over my face. I then quickly removed them. ‘There he is’, my mother cheered and showered me in kisses. I laughed loudly. ‘Again, again’, I insisted and covered my face up. ‘Oh no, not again’, chuckled my mother’, ‘where could he be now?’ I removed my hands and was once again showered in kisses. ‘Found you’, laughed my mother. With Peppa Pig playing in the background and Christina supplying us with bottle after bottle, I was finally where I had always wanted to be. I suddenly noticed Christina wiping a tear out of her eye. ‘Are you ok Auntie?’ I asked. All the attention was suddenly on her. ‘Sorry everyone’, she smiled and wiped her eyes, ‘it’s just…all my life I’ve wanted to have children and now…I feel like I have my own little family’. We all went over and had a group hug. I hugged her tighter than anybody else. After all, it was Christina that had made all of this possible. She was the first one to accept my desire to wear nappies and helped me to regress to my happy place. No amount of hugs could ever thank her for what she had done for me. - After lunch, Samantha’s mother announced that they had to go home as Samantha’s grandparents were coming over for the afternoon. I was sad to see them go but knew it wouldn’t be long before I saw Samantha again. After getting changed back into her dress, Samantha gave me a big cuddle and a kiss before saying her goodbyes. I smiled as Samantha held onto her mother’s hand as they left. After they had gone, my mother turned to me. ‘Right then mister, nap time’, she said. ‘Me no sleepy’, I blurted out. My mother and Christina looked at me puzzled. I felt puzzled as well. Why did I just talk like that? ‘What did you say?’ Christina asked. I cleared my throat, ‘what I meant to say was, I don’t feel tired yet’. ‘You’ll be in your crib for an hour’, my mother smiled, ‘I’m sure you’ll drop off to sleep’. She took hold of my hand and led me upstairs into the nursery. As I got into the crib, I had to admit that it felt a lot more comfortable without Samantha. I loved sleeping with her but the crib clearly wasn’t built for two people. I watched my mother lock the side of the crib before closing the curtains to block out the afternoon sunlight. When she wound up the crib mobile, I noticed that she wound it up a bit more than usual. She noticed me looking at her. ‘This is just so the mobile will keep playing for the full hour’, she smiled. I couldn’t deny that the lullabies did usually send me to sleep. My mother leant in and kissed me on my forehead. ‘Sweet dreams’, she whispered. However, as she started to walk away, I realised that I didn’t have my dummy. Without thinking about it I quickly called out. ‘Mama, me no haf dummy’, I cried. My mother turned around and walked back over at me. She saw the confused look on my face. ‘Why are you talking like that?’ she asked. ‘I…I don’t know’, I replied nervously, ‘I just wanted my dummy, that was all’. My mother raised her eyebrow before picking out a fresh dummy from the drawer and putting it into my mouth. I hungrily started sucking on it as if I had been without it for days. As my mother left the room, I sat there wondering to myself. ‘Why do I keep talking like a baby?’ I thought, ‘why can’t I control it?’ Before I could think about it, I felt my eyes getting heavy as the nursery rhymes filled the room. I felt a warm feeling in my nappy as I started wetting myself. I sucked gently on my dummy and fell asleep. -
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