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So Proud (18+)   Good morning, Sweetheart! No, no, don’t sit up just yet, I want to have a little talk before we start our morning routine. Aww, no need to make that face, this is a good talk. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You have been so well behaved, even with everything that has happened over the past few months. I have to say, when my 26 year old fiancé started wetting the bed, I was so concerned. I thought it might be a symptom for some underlying disease but when the doctor assured us it was just from stress, it was like a  huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I remember how upset you were when the doctor suggested you wear diapers, you insisted on a second opinion, then a third, and after weeks of appointments and even more wet sheets, you finally accepted the reality. Do you remember that first night? You snuck off to the bathroom with a pout and when you returned a few minutes later, the difference was unmistakable. Even under your baggy nighttime sweatpants, the diaper was still very noticeable, peaking above your waistband while bulging at the crotch and backside. I told myself I wouldn’t comment on your new nighttime wear, but the rustling of your diaper as you entered our room caught my attention. I watched as you adjusted to the added thickness, your normal gait was no longer possible, so you opted for more of a waddle. You looked so different, not in a bad way, just more cute than sexy, adorable even. When you finally made your way to bed, I reached over, patted your diaper, and gave you a peck on the lips. I have no idea what came over me. I promised myself I wouldn’t comment on your new underwear, not even in a playful way, but seeing you like this, diapered and bashful, brought out something in me I didn’t know was there. You were still my fiancé, a mature adult to everyone else, but you were my baby. That is when our relationship really began to shift.   You leaked that next morning, remember? I kept telling you to take your time putting on your diapers or they would leak, but the message just never got across. From then on, I took absolute control over your diapers. You were much more defiant back then, we argued for hours about changing you. You screamed, pleaded, and finally begged for another opportunity to change your own diaper, but we all know how that ended up. Besides, changing your diapers has now become the best part of our day! I will admit it was touch and go in the beginning, you were such a whinny baby when I would call you over for your night diaper. You begged for a few more minutes in your “big boy pants” as I like to call them. To your credit, no matter how much whining or pouting or even crying you did, you always did as you were told.   Isn’t it crazy how fast we become accustomed to things? Now your diaper changes are seamless, only taking a few minutes and usually with no fuss, but back then it was a different story. You would always tell me how humiliating it was for me to put you in a diaper, lifting your legs into the air, raising your bum, with your intimate area being exposed and powdered by your wife. I think what really helped us make this whole situation more comfortable was reorienting our relationship. You just had to stop seeing it as your wife putting you in a diaper, and more like a mommy doing it. At first your little guy would get stiff whenever it was time for your change, but your body and mind have become accustomed to the fact that there is nothing sexual about changing your diaper, just a necessity for someone who wets themselves. I am so proud you came to that realization. Now there are no more tears or fussiness, you just lay there obediently listening to mommy’s instructions, sucking on your pacifier.   Wasn’t the pacifier such a great idea? I hate to say I told you so, but look, you’re sucking on it right now. In fact, I can hardly think of a moment where that cute little shield of yours isn’t bopping between your lips. Oh, the tantrums you had when I even mentioned it a few months back. You screamed for hours and hours, stomping your feet, with tears running down your cheek,  pleading that you were still an adult despite your potty problems. That no self respecting adult would be caught dead with a pacifier. I had hoped that showing you those research study’s that say pacifiers can help alleviate stress would change your mind, and while you thought it over, you still refused. Now it was my turn to beg, I told you how it would not make you any less of a man, that it has actually become quite popular amongst adults your age, and that it may actually help with your bed wetting. Despite my best efforts, you just could not be convinced. That’s when I had to put my foot down. I was only doing all this because I want what’s best for you, and sometimes that means punishing you when you are not seeing logic.   The spankings may have been hard on you, but I promise sweetie pie that it was even harder on me. I mean, do think it was easy to see you crying across my lap, your dark red bare bottom perched atop my knees, with your legs kicking frantically as you begged for me to stop. I hated doing that, but it was the only way you would listen. You have been such a good boy since we introduced spanking into the relationship, now we almost never get into arguments anymore and if we do, well you know what would happen.   Remember the last time you tried to talk back, a few weeks ago when I brought back your new diapers. You had been so good recently but for some reason this new diaper brand really set you off. I guess you had become familiar with your diapers and were reluctant to change, but the outburst you had was unacceptable. So what if the diapers are pink with little cartoon animals on them, they were running a sale that I could not turn down. Now we have hundreds of diapers at nearly half the cost and you look so cute in them. I can see the look on your face now and before you even say anything, no they are not just for women, they are unisex. I bought them at this ABDL store and the cashier assured that a few men wear them too. You should be happy, I always told you that you were not the only adult with this type of problem. Besides, these diapers are much thicker and perfect for day-time use.   I guess that was main reason that sparked your tantrum, being diapered during day. I personally don’t see what all the fuss is about, you work from home and hardly ever leave the house, so who is going to notice. Most importantly, don’t think I didn’t notice those wet marks on your big boy undies. It seems your potty problems have started to spread beyond the bedroom. I thought you would be excited to be wearing full time, that just means more diaper changes with mommy. Sadly, you didn’t see it how I did, at least not at first. That was the last time I spanked you, and hopefully we can keep it that way because I just hate to do that to my little man.   Spankings are always hard on mommy but this time was particularly painful. You became so conditioned to my hand, that the tears started before you even went over my knee. You relented right then and there, saying you would wear the diapers and that you were sorry for being naughty. While I appreciated that you came to your senses so quickly, I had to make sure the lesson stuck. The tears and begging were one thing, but this time you were flailing around, kicking and screaming after only a few swats. The tears, the incoherent babbling, the snot running down your nose, I was beginning to worry I was being too hard on you, but that’s when I felt it. The hot liquid pooling in my lap, the subtle hissing sound being drowned out by your crying. You’re first accident, and it happened right on mommy lap. I didn’t understand it back then but I do now. You have become so soft for mommy, that man who would do anything to protect and provide for me was gone and in its place was my sweet little hubby who wanted to make me proud. It wasn’t the spanking that made you react that way, it was the fact that mommy was upset with you. I stopped the spanking right there, and readjusted you so you sat on my lap with your chin resting on my shoulder. It must of been icky sitting in a puddle of your own wee, but I want you to know that mommy loved every second of it. That was the day I realized that you were both my husband and my baby.

I am prone to UTIs so cannot to keep the catheter open. I am curious about your treatment plan or conversations with your urologist. Is he still trying something or have you moved on to managing this as a chronic condition? To treat or prevent UTIs, have you tried instillations or washes?

Thank you very much for sharing about the procedure you had and your experience. I’d love to know more: how often do you leak and how much? You wrote that you retained continence for solids but not gas and loose stool. Can you elaborate how you experience that day-to-day? How do you manage the social aspects of fecal incontinence? Do you go out and mingle with friends and strangers, cafes, bars, clubs? Do they react to the smell of your stool or do you contain it so well that they don’t notice? Have you had any skin problems since you started to leak? Thank you.

What would be your ideal diapered vacation? For me it's a cabin the Smokey Mountains. Pampered lounging in the hills. Hot tub on the deck, king-size log-cabin style bed. Pigeon Forge close by for some little time at the arcase or one of the dinner theaters.

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