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I've noted (or failed to note) the same phenomenon, and I've come to the same conclusion about it. I can't recall the last several times I've brushed my teeth, for example, but I'm pretty sure I did it voluntarily. I have found it interesting to forget that I'm weeing in my pants, and also, sometimes, to forget what I'm wearing - I'm pretty certain I have a diaper on, obviously, but on the odd occasion where I'm having a busy day, and particularly if it was a "hot start" type of day, and I basically jumped out of bed and ran off to do something, I have started to become conscious, at some point, of the expansion of my underwear, and I've either had to think carefully, or check, to see what the situation is down there. This is further exacerbated if I was a bit foggy when I got into it in the first place, such as if it was late, or I was drinking, or A & B.  Let's see, I put this thing on last night at bedtime... what did I think I was doing today, back then? Saturday around the house. But then I ended up driving progeny to a train station, and meeting a buddy at a pub, and then diagnosing another buddy's sticky garage door, and now here I am, into the afternoon, and also into the second beer session of the day... I hope I went BeDry Night, and not BeDry... I might be at the end of the rope if I'm in a BeDry. Wait, I think I was low on white nappies upstairs... yes, it's coming to me... Critter Caboose?  And on it goes. 

I had a similar problem. I wear a medium in all other diapers and always had difficulty getting a good fit around the legs and would get leaks around the front leg guards. I requested a sample of the small and eventually ordered and used a case. These did not leak however they did not come up very high in the back and had a feeling they would slip off especially when wet. From the many positive reviews regarding Megamax I was always disappointed I could not get a good fit. I eventually moved to Better Dry and now Incontrol. Just shows that it is hard to please everyone.

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Here's part seven. I developed this and the next part with help from Daymare. Hope you like it. 🥴🥴😋😄😐 Ryoko smiled ear to ear at the sight. Taking care of them once they made it to the nursery would be a snap. She didn't know how, but the Nurse Maids had made Kiyone and Mihoshi completely quelled by putting pacifiers in their mouths. While she wasn't thrilled at the prospect of changing adult sized diapers, she could push through that purely for the sake of seeing what Kiyone and Mihoshi's faces would look like when they saw what had happened to Washu. Ayeka, meanwhile, was unamused. Kiyone and Mihoshi were being mentally manipulated, and she had a sinking suspicion that it would only get worse as time went on. She also didn't like how different everything was from last time. Something was going on, and she was certain that they needed to stop this as soon as possible. Before she could complain, however, she saw something that made her stomach drop and confirm for her that something was wrong. At the lab, the Nurse Maids had brought Kiyone and Mihoshi to a platform with two padded tables on it, like reclined seats on an airplane except the same shade of pink as the bedding in the Nurse Maids. The arms of the Nurse Maids then picked up the two infantilized Galaxy Policewomen after the clamps around their waists were undone and set them on each of the tables. Following that, the arms removed their pacifiers and returned to the Nurse Maids. After a moment, Kiyone and Mihoshi blinked, realizing that they had been released from the Nurse Maids. They then looked up as a new machine was descending down on them. They tried to get off, but clamps appeared around their stomachs, trapping them there. The machine then finally lowered over them. It was a white dome-shaped device, big enough that Kiyone and Mihoshi could sit up if they wanted to. A long tube was at the top, and on either side of it were glass ovals filled with pink liquid. On the front of the machine was the label, "Youth Machine 2.0". Once the machine was sealed over the platform, the liquid in the ovals began swirling and bubbling. Inside the machine, Kiyone and Mihoshi were still hopelessly trapped on the table, though they could still move their arms and legs. Two brown mechanical arms with white gloves for hands came down holding what Kiyone and Mihoshi thought were pacifiers, but on closer inspection, Kiyone saw that instead of a nipple, there was a black thing that had slots for each of her teeth. Having already opened her mouth to suck on her paci, Kiyone was unable to close it before the object was put in her mouth with her teeth fitting perfectly into each slot like a mouth guard. Suddenly, Kiyone heard a whirring as she felt a stinging sensation in her mouth. Over the next five minutes, it got worse and worse until the pseudo pacifier was taken out, and Kiyone rubbed her tongue along her very sore gums and realized that her teeth were gone, and the stinging sensation was compelling her to put something rubbery and soothing into her mouth. "My teef!" Kiyone cried angrily. "Want my teef!!" Mihoshi had also realized too late that she wasn't being given her paci. The mouth guard got to work robbing Mihoshi of her teeth one by one as Mihoshi cried and whimpered from the growing pain. By the time the mouth guard was removed, Mihoshi was crying like a baby, hitting the cushioned table with her still free arms and legs. "My teef!" Mihoshi bawled. "You can't do fis! Pwease wet us go!!" Instead, more arms came down, each one holding a needle with the pink liquid in it. The needles were injected into Mihoshi and Kiyone's arms and legs, and returned up the tube. At first nothing happened, but then Kiyone and Mihoshi found it difficult to move their legs, and their arms felt oddly heavy. Within a moment, the two could barely move their legs and what motor control they'd have without their gloves was gone too. This only horrified the two girls more. Just then, the tops of their respective tables rose up, forcing the two into a sitting position. After that, a new clamp appeared around Mihoshi and Kiyone's necks, holding their heads in place. Kiyone did all she could, but that only amounted to raising her arms a foot into the air before they fell back to her side. Mechanical arms then came down, and Kiyone and Mihoshi's bonnets were pulled off before they were tossed up and sucked up into a chute that spat the bonnets out of the machine. Two more arms went towards Kiyone. One held a pair of scissors, the other an electric razor. The arm with the scissors cut Kiyone's hair until it was much shorter than she preferred, about the length of Mr. Masaki's hair. From there, the razor was turned on and sheered off the rest of Kiyone's hair, aside from one lock at the crown of her head. Kiyone whimpered and struggled, but it was no use. The arms went up, and a new one came down and applied a concoction to Kiyone's nearly bald head as she felt her scalp tingle. Once that was done, the arm grabbed Kiyone's remaining lock and twirled it around its forefinger before pulling, causing her lock to curl upward and making Kiyone cry and scream in frustration over how she looked. Mihoshi whimpered too when she saw the arms heading for her hair. The arm with the scissors cut Mihoshi's hair short, not quite as short as Kiyone's but shorter than how she liked to wear it. Then the arm put the scissors away and pulled up Mihoshi's hair before a third arm came down and tied a little bow around it, leaving Mihoshi with a rough gathering of hair sticking up. The arm with the razor then came back and shaved the area around Mihoshi's ears and the back of her head, leaving her with only the patch of hair on top of her head. The third arm then used the same waxy concoction as the one used on Kiyone. Mihoshi felt the scalp tingling and began crying harder than ever. What Kiyone and Mihoshi didn't know was that the substance that had been massaged into their scalp would prevent any and all hair growth in the near future. The two were so busy crying that they didn't notice the arms ripping off their bibs, mittens, booties and diapers and tossing them out of chutes on either side of the machine, though a special one shot the diapers into one of the chutes outside the machine. Naked, unable to move, and now with infantile haircuts, Kiyone and Mihoshi cried louder than ever. At this point, the only way to repair the damage was to find Washu, which seemed more impossible than ever. Once their clothes were gone, the clamps released, and the arms moved the two to a kneeling position with their butts in the air. They were still crying as baby powder was rained down on their butts before stopping after a few moments. The two began drying their eyes when four of the arms came down, two each carrying a new cloth diaper. Each diaper was used to flip Kiyone and Mihoshi onto their backs while the arms folded the diapers around their pelvises. Once that was done, the arms put a safety pin on each side of each diaper. The two used what little arm strength they had to lift themselves up slightly, crying all the while about how they were now truly helpless. Following that, the mechanical arms brought down a pair of baby bottles filled with milk and put them in Kiyone and Mihoshi's mouths, stopping their crying as they began drinking. The machine then lifted, revealing the two to the rest of the lab once more. The Nurse Maids then picked them up and put them back into their respective buggies. The two were so exhausted from the last few ordeals that neither Mihoshi or even Kiyone raised a fuss. "You’re so cute now!" The Nurse Maids cooed in unison. "Just one more stop, and you'll be ready for the nursery." The Nurse Maids rolled forward once more, and Kiyone and Mihoshi whimpered behind their bottles. What more could these inventions of Washu's do to them, and could Washu really fix what had just been done to them? They didn't dare to pull their bottles out of their mouths for fear of them being shoved back in, so they just drank as they whimpered. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they were carried deeper into this nightmare. To be continued...