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I also trained myself for nighttime wetting, but have no trouble switching back and forth. I usually go through phases where I wear 24x7 for several weeks and then will stop for a few weeks. I don't wake up wet until the 3rd or 4th day, but after that, I'm usually wet in the morning most days. Going to a restaurant (or getting takeout) for dinner is a sure fire way to short circuit that because of all the salt in the food (particularly Indian and Mexican food), but usually by the next day the wet morning diapers resume. When I decide to stop, I drink less water in the evening and make sure my bladder is empty before bed with no concerns of having wet sheets. Sometimes I have to get up at 4am to pee (wishing I was still wearing a diaper), but not often. That tells me that when I'm wearing diaper to bed, I'm waking up just enough to decide it is safe before I let go and I'm fine with that. I also figure that if I wore a diaper to bed long enough, I might have a problem. So far, I've gone for as much as 2 months before switching back without a problem, but I think if I went for a year or more, the outcome would probably be different. -
Yeah, I read the same thing about them and that's why I wanted to try them. I was looking for a really absorbent diaper for night time, and this one holds more for me than any other diaper I've ever tried. I like the way it fits me too. The Megamax diapers are really absorbent and hold a lot too, but for some reason they don't fit me as well. -
Sure did. Want to take the grandkids there in September. Our 4 year old loves cows, and our 2 year old loves dinosaurs. They're big on being out in the wild. -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 8 – Learning to Love Nappies The next day, I felt as if I was constantly watching the clock and counting down the hours until Samantha’s shift would finish at work. I flicked through my colouring book and kept admiring the picture that she had coloured yesterday. I couldn’t wait to do some more colouring with her this evening. I spent most of the afternoon playing with my building blocks. Now that Christina wasn’t making me wear my bonnet and mittens constantly, I was actually able to hold onto my blocks and build a steady tower. At 5:30, there was a knock at the door. ‘AUNTIE’, I called out, ‘AUNTIE, SHE’S HERE! SHE’S HERE!’ ‘Calm down Jake’, chuckled Christina as she walked into the living room. I stood and waited anxiously as Christina opened the door and welcomed Samantha in. She was wearing a cute pink dress. As Samantha walked in, she looked at me and grinned. ‘I’m still getting used to seeing you dressed like that’, she chuckled. ‘I’ve got nothing to hide’, I smiled back and sat down on the floor. ‘I’ve ordered a pizza for us all’, announced Christina. ‘That sounds delicious’, replied Samantha licking her lips. ‘It should be here in about 45 minutes’, Christina said, ‘you guys can do some colouring in the meantime if you’d like? I’ve found a spare colouring book so you can both have one’. ‘Sounds fun’, Samantha replied as she came over and sat down on the floor next to me. Christina made sure that we both had a colouring book each and plenty of crayons before walking into the kitchen. I chose to colour a picture of a squirrel whilst Samantha picked a picture of a lion. As we started colouring, Samantha looked up at me. ‘I was so wrong’, she said. ‘About what?’ I replied. ‘This baby stuff’, she smiled, ‘it’s really relaxing, especially after a day at work’. I grinned at her, ‘imagine getting to do this all day every day’. Samantha sighed, ‘you really do have a great thing going with your Auntie’. ‘I sure do’, I agreed. Christina came back in and handed us both a baby bottle of juice. Samantha blushed at being given a bottle again but I was used to it by this point and happily took the bottle. Samantha looked up at Christina, ‘thank you…erm…Mrs…erm…Miss’. Christina smiled, ‘that’s ok sweetheart, you can call me Christina or Auntie’. ‘Oh…um…thank you…um…A…A…Auntie’, Samantha stammered as her face went an even darker shade of red. Christina giggled, ‘you’re welcome’. She was about to walk away when Samantha spoke up again. ‘Erm…Auntie?’ asked Samantha nervously, ‘do you think we could…erm…maybe watch…Bluey?’ ‘Aw of course you can darling’, Christina smiled, ‘good girl for asking’. I didn’t think Samantha’s face could turn any redder but I thought it was cute that she wanted to watch Bluey. I guess we’d found our favourite TV show to watch together. As I leant forward to choose another crayon, I felt a familiar warm squelch in my nappy. Now it was my turn to blush. ‘Auntie?’ I asked. ‘Are you alright, Jake?’ Christina replied. ‘My nappy needs changing’, I said nervously whilst avoiding all eye contact with Samantha. ‘Okay sweetie’, replied Christina, ‘we’ll go and give you a quick change before dinner’. As I stood up, I glanced over at Samantha who seemed more interested in watching Bluey than acknowledging that I had wet myself. When we entered the nursery, I assumed the changing position on the table. ‘Samantha is so adorable’, grinned Christina, ‘I’m so happy for you Jake’. ‘It’s still early days yet’, I told her as she started cleaning me with baby wipes, ‘I just hope I don’t do anything stupid to mess it up’. ‘Just keep being yourself and you’ll be fine’, Christina replied. After being changed, we headed back downstairs where Samantha was busy colouring her picture. She looked up at me and smiled. ‘All sorted?’ she asked ‘Yep’, I grinned, ‘you can’t beat a nice clean nappy’. She giggled, ‘I must admit, it did feel very comfortable when I tried one on the other night at your place’. ‘You’re more than welcome to wear another one’, Christina chimed in. Samantha laughed before realising that Christina was being serious. ‘Oh…erm…I don’t know’, said Samantha awkwardly. ‘Honestly, I don’t mind putting you in a nappy’, said Christina, ‘there’s still time before dinner’. I could see Samanthas mind racing as she looked at me for an answer. I shrugged my shoulders. ‘It’s up to you’, I told her, ‘you said yourself that they were really comfortable’. ‘Well…erm…I guess I could give it another go’, Samantha replied although I could see the anxiety in her eyes. The same anxiety that I’d had when Christina had first offered to put a nappy on me. ‘Come on then sweetie’, smiled Christina as she held out her hand, ‘it won’t take long’. Samantha slowly stood up in disbelief at what she had agreed to do. I watched as she took hold of Christina’s hand and headed upstairs. I returned my attention to the TV as I awaited their return. It didn’t take too long before I heard the nursery door open. Just as I finished my bottle of juice, I heard them walking downstairs. I turned around and dropped my bottle in disbelief. Christina walked into the living room followed by Samantha who was now looking a lot more babyish than before. Her hair was now in pigtails and she had a pink dummy in her mouth that she was hungrily sucking on. A familiar thick nappy was poking out from underneath her dress. Despite her best efforts to pull her dress down, the nappy was clearly visible to everyone. It was hard to deny that she looked extremely cute and looked no more than three years old. Samantha came over and sat back down beside me. Her cheeks were rosy red from the continued blushing that she was doing. She didn’t say anything and instead continued to suck on her dummy. Christina walked over to me. ‘Don’t worry Jake, I didn’t forget about you’, she said before popping a blue dummy into my mouth. I began happily sucking on it whilst looking over at Samantha. She looked very confused and unsure about what was currently happening to her. I reached out my hand and held it open for her. She looked up at me and smiled. After seeing how happy and content I was in my nappy, she held onto my hand. The two of us continued smiling at each other through our dummies. Christina also couldn’t help but grin at the two big babies sitting in her living room. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Samantha quickly let go of my hand and started to look nervous. ‘It’s alright’, Christina assured her, ‘it’s only the pizza man’. After collecting the pizza, Christina told us to go into the kitchen. I was used to walking around in a nappy but Samantha was still getting used to it. She looked pretty adorable as she waddled into the kitchen like a toddler. Christina placed the pizza onto the dining table whilst Samantha sat down and took out her dummy. As usual, I walked over to the highchair and waited patiently. Samantha looked confused until Christina came over and lifted me into the highchair before strapping me in. ‘You eat in a highchair?’ Samantha asked in disbelief. I took out my dummy and put it on the highchair tray. ‘Yeah, I do’, I grinned, ‘it’s pretty fun’. Samantha couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Christina came over and tied a bib around me before walking over to Samantha. With her hair in pigtails, it was easy for Christina to tie a bib around her neck. I thought that Samantha was going to start blushing again but she didn’t seem to mind it. Christina got out a plate for herself before getting out two plastic plates for us. She divided the pizza out evenly onto each plate. As soon as she brought it over to the highchair, I immediately started to eat. It had been a while since I’d eaten pizza but I had forgotten just how much I enjoyed it. ‘Thank you for ordering a pizza for us Auntie’, said Samantha as she began to eat a slice. ‘You’re welcome sweetheart’, replied Christina, ‘I thought it would be a nice treat for you’. ‘Everything has been a treat so far’, chuckled Samantha. I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by that but I had a feeling that she was starting to enjoy being babied. I finished my pizza a lot quicker than everybody else and sat there patiently. Christina noticed that I had finished. ‘Jake’, she said, ‘maybe Samantha would like to have a turn in the highchair’. Samantha’s eyes widened. ‘I don’t know’, she said nervously, ‘Jake looks pretty comfy in there’. ‘I don’t mind’, I smiled. Before Samantha could say anything else, Christina walked over and let me out of the highchair before ushering Samantha to come over. As she did, she was surprised when Christina quickly picked her up and lifted her into the highchair. She didn’t have time to think about what was happening as Christina quickly buckled her in and locked the highchair tray in place. Christina brought over Samantha’s plate and placed it on the tray. As Christina and I sat back at the dining table, Samantha awkwardly carried on eating her pizza. She looked extremely adorable sitting in the highchair. Due to the buckles of the highchair, her dress at risen up and her nappy was on full display. I tried not to stare at her too much to avoid any embarrassment. After a while, I looked over and was surprised to see Samantha happily swinging her legs back and forth as she ate her pizza. It reminded me a lot of my first experience sitting in the highchair. Christina offered me a little bit more pizza which I greedily accepted. I wasn’t sure when I would next be allowed to have pizza and so I wanted to make the most of it. As I started to eat, I heard Samantha. ‘Erm…Auntie’, she said. ‘Yes sweetheart?’ asked Christina ‘I need…erm…can I…I need to go to the bathroom’, Samantha stammered nervously. I smiled to myself as I knew exactly what Christina was going to say. ‘It’s alright sweetie’, cooed Christina, ‘just go in your nappy, that’s what it’s for’. Samanth’s jaw dropped. ‘Use my nappy?’ she asked in astonishment, ‘I…I don’t want to’. ‘You don’t have to’, Christina replied, ‘but it’ll be much easier if you do’. Samantha began shuffling frantically in the highchair. ‘Please’, Samantha begged, ‘I can’t hold it’. ‘Did you want to use the toilet?’ asked Christina. ‘Yes’, replied Samantha anxiously, ‘please let me out’. Christina nodded before walking over and unlocking the highchair tray. ‘Please hurry’, cried Samantha who was now shuffling uncontrollably. However, as Christina started undoing the buckles, she suddenly stopped. Christina looked down to see a yellow stain forming on the outside of Samantha’s nappy. The undeniable hiss of someone peeing filled the room. ‘Oh my god’, exclaimed Samantha, ‘I’m wetting myself!’ ‘It’s okay’, whispered Christina softly, ‘your nappy will keep you safe’. Samantha sat there feeling pathetic as she allowed herself to finish peeing. When she was done, Samantha started to sob. Christina unbuckled the straps and helped Samantha out of the highchair. Before Samantha could begin to cry, Christina quickly put the pink dummy back into her mouth. ‘Come on pumpkin’, Christina cooed, ‘let’s go and get that icky thing off you’. With that, she held onto Samantha’s hand and led her out of the kitchen. I smiled at Samantha as she walked past to let her know that she was safe and that it would all be alright. After finishing the remaining slices of pizza, I excused myself from the table and went into the living room to wait for Samantha. It didn’t take long before I heard a door open followed by footsteps on the staircase. I suddenly saw Samantha. She no longer had a pacifier in her mouth but instead she had a big smile on her face. A clean nappy poked out of the bottom of her pink dress. Christina allowed us to sit on the sofa and watch Bluey whilst she cleaned up in the kitchen. As the first episode started. I felt Samantha rest her head on my shoulder. I smiled and wrapped my arm around her before pulling her closer. ‘How was your nappy change?’, I asked curiously. ‘Easier than I thought’, admitted Samantha, ‘I felt mortified at first but Christina really put me at ease and made me feel safe. It feels a lot more snug when somebody else puts a nappy on you’. She lifted her head and turned to me. ‘You were right’, she said. ‘About what?’ I asked. ‘You can’t beat a nice clean nappy’, she chuckled. We both laughed and I felt as if I was in heaven as we snuggled on the sofa watching Bluey in our nappies. ‘Can I ask you something?’ Samantha said. ‘Anything’, I smiled. ‘In the nursery, I noticed that there was a crib’, she said, ‘is…erm…is that where you sleep?’ I nodded and grinned. ‘Wow’, exclaimed Samantha, ‘what’s that like?’ ‘Put it this way, I always have a good night’s sleep in there’, I replied, ‘especially when Christina puts the crib mobile on’. ‘Really?’ Samantha said. ‘Yeah’, I replied, ‘there’s just something really peaceful about watching all the animals floating around whilst lullabies play in the background’. Samantha looked as if she wanted to ask something but chose not to. I took a deep breath and decided to ask her something instead. ‘Samantha?’ I asked, ‘would you like to be my girlfriend?’ After asking her, I felt my anxiety levels go from 0 to 100 straight away. However, Samantha just smiled. ‘I would love to be your girlfriend’, she grinned before kissing me on the lips. Suddenly, the two of us locked lips and started to passionately kiss each other. ‘Are you two behaving yourselves in there?’ Christina called out from the kitchen. ‘Yes Auntie’, we replied in unison before bursting into a fit of laughter. As Samantha cuddled into me and continued to watch Bluey, I felt like my dream had finally come true. I couldn’t wait to see where our new relationship would take us. -
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