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Forsaking All Others (1934)

That Tom and Jerry cartoon where Tom is babied and put in diapers.

Yep.  My experience is that it's almost perversely disinclined to be 'encouraged'.  Any kind of specific focus on it for me sent me back to being dry at night for prolonged periods of time. I've learned now to try to ignore it and as a result, wet the bed frequently enough to mean that I would not dare sleep without a nappy on. I was a lot slower than you.  It was several months of 24/7 before the first unambiguous sleep-wetting event occurred but unlike you, prior to that I'd been 100% dry at night since I was 3 years old.

PM vs. DM ... some might say that's just semantics.  I'm also on several automotive forums and I've seen the trend on them all moving towards a "social media" type environment.  Not all of it's good.  X calls them "DMs".... and I guess the forum software folks are just following suit.   But, unfortunately, while most forums were started out by private individuals, paying for hosting and constant maintenance gets expensive  If they didn't completely fold and disappear, they got bought out by big media companies that have no interest in keeping things the same/consistent for the sake of the members.   No... members are irrelevant, it's all about the click-view counts and advertiser revenues.   Here's examples from 2 of the forums I'm on - both owned by a company called Vertical Scope.   Right on the main page, they're touting how many posts the site has ... followed by the # of members.  (take note that it's not the other way around!)

Made using Grok AI. Time to pick up the dresses and do some rehearsals as the wedding draws nearer. New parts posted every Friday Part Fifteen The next morning, after another early night in the nursery, Emily, Sarah, Lisa, and the taller teen Paige all arrived together at the nursery suite to pick up the short adult Paige for the big dress pickup and rehearsal day. They entered the room in a cheerful group, chatting excitedly about how perfect everything was coming together. Emily immediately took charge with a warm but firm smile. “Good morning! Let’s get our little flower girl ready.” She gently laid the short adult Paige down on the changing table while the other girls watched and cooed. “Time for a fresh diaper before we head out, sweetie.” The adult Paige squirmed and whined as Emily untaped the overnight diaper. “Emily, please… I don’t need this. I can use the bathroom like a normal person. I’m not supposed to be the flower girl—” Emily gave her a sharp warning look that made the adult Paige trail off instantly. “Hush now,” Emily said gently but firmly while wiping her clean with cool wipes. “You are wearing diapers to the wedding, and the matter is not up for debate.” She powdered her bottom generously, the soft, talc-scented cloud filling the air, then taped her into a brand-new, extra-thick diaper. The other girls nodded in agreement, saying things like “It really is for the best” and “She’ll be so much more comfortable.” Once Emily finished, the group headed to the bridal shop. In the SUV, the adult Paige was once again buckled into the carseat. During the drive, she tried to beg. “Please, Emily… let me go to the bachelorette party with you guys. I’m supposed to be part of the bridal party. I don’t want to be left behind like a baby again.” Emily reached back and calmly patted her knee. “Shhh, sweetie. The bachelorette party is for the grown-ups. You’ll have much more fun having an early night. Now be good.” At the bridal shop, the owner greeted them warmly and assigned each girl her own private fitting room so they could change at the same time. Emily, Sarah, Lisa, and the taller teen Paige each disappeared into their rooms with their purple bridesmaid dresses. The shop owner took the short adult Paige into hers. The owner brought in the frilly white flower girl dress along with the separate matching white diaper cover. “Here we are, sweetie! Look at this adorable diaper cover that goes with your dress. It’s going to look so cute and practical over your diaper.” The adult Paige’s eyes widened. “A diaper cover? I don’t want that! It’s too embarrassing!” The shop owner simply smiled, popped a pacifier into the protesting woman’s mouth to silence her, and said, “There we go. No fussing now.” She then efficiently helped the adult Paige out of her sundress, laid her down, and made sure everything was perfect. The owner slid the lacy diaper cover up over the thick diaper and snapped it securely in place, then guided her into the frilly white flower girl dress. It was incredibly childish — multiple layers of soft tulle and ruffles, delicate lace trim everywhere, tiny satin bows scattered across the bodice and skirt, puffed sleeves with more bows, and a very full poofy skirt that flared out dramatically and swished with every movement. The dress was also noticeably short, the hem sitting high enough that the lacy edges of the diaper cover peeked out visibly with even the slightest movement. The owner buttoned up the back and tied the large bow at the waist. When the adult Paige finally stood in front of the large mirror, she struggled hard to keep from crying. The dress made her look painfully younger. The fitted bodice and way the skirt sat flattened her already tiny A-cup breasts almost completely, while the excessive ruffles, lace, and poofy silhouette emphasized how small, narrow, and childlike her entire body appeared. She looked like a little girl dressed up for a fairy tale tea party, not a grown woman in her twenties. The separate diaper cover was just visible at the hem when she moved, adding to the humiliating effect. Emily stepped out of her own fitting room at the same time. Her elegant wedding gown was beautiful but complicated — layers of tulle, a long train, intricate buttons up the back, and a fitted corset bodice. She called out, “Can someone help me with the zipper and buttons? I can’t reach!” Lisa quickly popped in to assist her, carefully zipping and buttoning the gown while Emily held still. The taller teen Paige looked stunning in her bridesmaid dress. The deep purple fabric hugged her taller, more developed figure perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her look mature, elegant, and grown-up. The adult Paige felt a sharp pang of jealousy as she stared at her. The teen Paige looked exactly like the bridesmaid the adult Paige had dreamed of being — confident, beautiful, and respected. Meanwhile, the adult Paige stood there in a short, poofy, frilly dress with a visible diaper cover, looking like an oversized toddler. “Oh my goodness!” Sarah exclaimed. “She is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! That dress makes her look so tiny and innocent.” Lisa leaned in closer. “The diaper cover is such a cute touch. It really completes the whole flower girl look. You’re going to be the sweetest one walking down the aisle.” The taller teen Paige grinned widely. “She looks exactly like the perfect little flower girl we wanted. Do a little twirl for us, Paige.” The adult Paige was made to do a slow, waddling twirl while all the girls clapped and gushed over how adorable she looked, commenting on every bow, every layer of ruffles, and how young and sweet she appeared. The shop owner even brought in a small step stool so they could see the full effect from different angles. The girls spent a long time admiring and adjusting small details, making the whole process take nearly an hour. After all the admiration and final small adjustments, the group left the shop and headed straight to the wedding rehearsal at the venue. The outfits would be kept safely at the rehearsal venue until the wedding the following day, hanging in a locked room under the coordinator’s care. On the way, they stopped briefly so the adult Paige could meet the groom. His name was Michael — a tall, handsome man with kind brown eyes, short dark hair, and a warm, friendly smile. He towered over the three-foot-tall adult Paige, making her feel even smaller as he knelt down slightly to be at eye level and said kindly, “You must be the famous little Paige I’ve heard so much about. You look absolutely adorable in that dress — perfect for the role!” The ring bearer, little Tommy, was also there. The five-year-old boy was dressed in a miniature formal tuxedo with a tiny bow tie and polished black shoes, but he was clearly wearing a thick diaper and a matching white diaper cover underneath that made his little pants bulge noticeably. The rehearsal turned out to be much longer than expected — nearly three and a half hours of repeated walk-throughs, timing adjustments, music cues, positioning changes, and detailed instructions from the coordinator. The adult Paige was determined to prove she didn’t need diapers. She held it as long as she possibly could, clenching tightly and shifting uncomfortably in her spot as flower girl while the rehearsal dragged on and on with endless repetitions. While the others were setting up for the next run-through, the taller teen Paige pulled the adult Paige aside for a quick, private conversation. “Hey… if you can keep your diaper completely dry through the entire rehearsal, I’ll talk to Emily about letting you come to the bachelorette party with us. Just this once.” The adult Paige’s eyes lit up with desperate hope. “Really? Yes! I’ll stay dry — I promise! I can do it!” The teen Paige smiled sweetly. “Good. But just so you know… there won’t be any bathroom breaks until the rehearsal is completely over. You have to hold it the whole time. No potty, no nothing.” The adult Paige’s face fell, but she nodded frantically, determined to prove herself. Despite her best efforts and fierce determination, she held it far too long. Toward the end of the final full run-through, a sudden, uncontrollable accident happened. Warm urine flooded into her thick diaper, followed by a messy push she couldn’t stop. The adult Paige froze for a moment, feeling the heavy, warm load settle into the padding, but she didn’t fully realize — and no one around her noticed — that trying to hold it for so long had done permanent damage to her bladder control. The weakening was subtle but real, and it would affect her long after the wedding. The rehearsal finally wrapped up. The taller teen Paige noticed the subtle change in the adult Paige’s posture and the way she waddled. She leaned in close with a delighted little smirk. “Aww, someone couldn’t keep her diaper dry after all. Looks like you failed your end of the deal, little flower girl. Guess you’re not going to the bachelorette party after all.” Right as the group was saying their goodbyes, the regular evening babysitter, Jess, arrived to pick up baby Tommy and baby Paige. Ms. Karen was already getting ready to head out with Emily and the bridesmaids for the bachelorette party. Jess took both children by the hand, chatting happily as she led them away. She had brought spare clothes for both babies — a bright blue t-shirt with little red race cars all over it and elastic-waist khaki shorts for Tommy, and a soft pastel-yellow onesie with tiny smiling teddy bears printed across the front for Paige — so neither one could risk messing up their nice rehearsal clothes. Jess changed both babies right there in the venue’s family restroom. Tommy was changed first into his fresh diaper and new outfit, giggling the whole time. Then it was the adult Paige’s turn. Jess laid her on the changing table and efficiently changed her heavily soiled diaper into a fresh thick one. As soon as the onesie came into view the adult Paige started whining loudly. “Not a onesie… it makes me look even more like a baby…” Jess simply popped the pacifier — the same one Paige had taken out during the rehearsal — back into her mouth to quiet her. “No fussing, little one.” She then snapped the soft pastel-yellow onesie neatly between Paige’s legs over the bulky fresh diaper. Jess carefully folded the frilly white flower girl dress, the separate diaper cover, and Tommy’s miniature tuxedo, then handed them to the wedding coordinator so everything would be safely stored with the rest of the wedding clothes and ready for tomorrow. The short adult Paige’s eyes filled with tears as she realized the bachelorette party was truly happening without her. She started to cry softly around the pacifier. Jess smiled kindly and gently wiped her cheeks. “Hey, no more tears, sweetie. I picked out a fun new movie about little animals going on an adventure — it’s perfect for kids your age. We can watch it together when we get back to the hotel and have some snacks. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Jess then lifted the three-foot-tall woman into her arms and carried her out to the car like a toddler. The short adult Paige’s quiet sobs grew heavier as she was held against Jess’s shoulder. How did everything go so wrong? she thought bitterly, the pacifier bobbing with each sob. Lost luggage at the airport… forced to buy kiddie clothes because nothing adult fit… mistaken for the flower girl because I’m still three feet tall… the younger Paige stealing my bridesmaid role, my place in the wedding, my entire life… and Emily still hasn’t realized the truth even after all this time. She’s treating me like a baby while that girl gets to be the grown-up bridesmaid. I’m supposed to be the adult here, not the diapered flower girl missing out on everything. The short adult Paige could only sniffle and cling to Jess in her now fresh but still bulky diaper and childish onesie as she was carried to the car, none of them — not even Paige herself — aware of the lasting change that had just occurred to her bladder.