Rainbow Diapers

As I said in a post last year, I was an Ascension System hospital with a no diaper policy. I was hooked via an external catheter to a suction tube which connected to a container on the wall. I and all visitors could watch my yellow drops of pee travel across the system. I also had a pad on the bed, which came in handy when an aide accidentally disconnected me. There was no option for bringing diapers from home. When I left the hospital they put me in the cheapest, thinnest diaper imaginable. I think the rationale was to save staff time. It certainly made getting urine samples easy. I found the whole experience sort of amusing 

This is an interesting thought road to go down, @dprtodd. I've been 24/7 for 7 years, and I legitimately need diapers at night now, although during the day, I have no problems with control, just with "range anxiety" - I've been wetting by habit and almost unconsciously at least a couple of times an hour, for several years, so holding it is something I can do, but I start getting warning bells pretty early.  Unfortunately, I largely stopped going to the gym, when I threw away the last of my boxer shorts and went to strictly wearing diapers for all occasions. I head previously tended to "cheat" and wear boxers, for exactly the reasons described above. I've since been to the gym only a few times, wearing pull-ups or small medical diapers, but I've elected to just leave in my gym clothes and go home to change. I was invited to an event at a gym I used to teach martial arts at recently, but I had a medical appointment right after, and would not have had time to go home and shower between them, so I decided not to attend the event, because I didn't want to show up at an appointment sweaty and in a diaper with a couple of hours on it, but nor did I want to undress, take a shower, and put a new diaper on, in the gym changeroom. This is an old gym and the toilet stall is small, nasty, and in another area from where everyone changes, so taking a bag with me, and attempting to perform the operation there, would have looked weird, and the stall has about an 18 inch gap below it, and 1 inch gaps around the doors, and is in an area with lots of traffic, so while a diaper swap would be possible, it wouldn't be completely private. And there's nowhere to put or hang clothing in the stall, other than on the floor, or the toilet itself, so again, the logistics are terrible.  I'm well known at the gym I used to frequent, so I have contemplated moving to another gym, where I'm just some random middle-aged guy who needs to lose a few pounds, and then wearing my smallest, most boring medical-grade diaper, and changing myself in the changeroom like an adult should be able to, trying to time it for the minimum possible audience, but accepting that someone might realize what I'm doing. I do not think that this would be the same as showing up there in women's underclothes, or (and I laughed out loud when I read this, above), a gimp outfit. Way, way more people wear diapers for "legitimate" reasons, than for kink reasons, and as I've pointed out before, I realized I was psychologically "tethered" to diapers, when I was about five or six - I was not kinky, as a young child. It had nothing to do with sex. I didn't know what sex was. This chose me, I didn't choose it - is my requirement for diapers in my life "illegitimate", or somehow morally bankrupt? I reject that idea wholeheartedly. Wearing a diaper does not constitute some kind of assault on an unsuspecting public, if done discretely. Gratuitously parading around in an ABDL diaper in a changeroom, just because you technically can, is a completely different situation.  I wrestled with the same considerations, when it came time to contemplate my first medical appointments as a diapered person. Most of them have been "trousers on", thankfully, but I have had to endure a couple of them with part of my diaper showing, and once, I had to completely undress below the waist, which involved pulling down a pull-up in front of two doctors. This was the polar opposite of an ABDL fantasy for me - I hated it. I hadn't expected that would occur, but once I was downtown, had paid $30 for parking, and was in the office, refusing to cooperate would have been stupid. The doctors didn't even blink - I've since discussed this with a couple of friends, who are in the medical field, and the things they've seen over their careers make a guy in a plain diaper about as interesting as a glass of water.  I also put off getting any kind of massage or chiropractic treatment, for about half a decade, even though my benefits pay for these services, out of self-consciousness, and concerns about somehow "inflicting" my strange wardrobe preferences on the innocent. My wife was the one who pushed me over that hump, booking a massage for me, when I was complaining about my back, and just telling me to "Deal with it...". So I went, and I put "overactive bladder" on the intake form, under the medical history section, and I wore my smallest, most boring diaper, under shorts, and it was fine. Her and my daughters just wear underwear, when they get massages, but I'm not ready for that level of commitment yet.  As I drift into the upper echelons of "middle-age", and get ever closer to an age range where wearing diapers, if not "normal", is at least not abjectly uncommon, my plan is to quietly and uninterestingly, wear them for the rest of my life, and to "normalize" it wherever possible, balancing the goal of not involving anyone unnecessarily, with having sufficient confidence and self-advocacy skills, to not exclude myself from whole spheres of experience, just because my underpants are disposable. 

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WELCOME ABOARD, BRENDA LEE “Well, I guess I should call this meeting to order,” Emily Carlson remarked as she lightly rapped her knuckles on the tabletop. She had a gavel, but chose never to use it. “The meeting has been called to order,” she intoned, “at four PM on Tuesday, the eleventh of December, 1979, at the Zeta Alpha Pi sorority house. The Members of the Board in attendance are Patricia Calvert, Jennifer Hobson, Marilyn Marsden and Nadine Vernon. Council President Cindy Carlson is here to represent the current membership, and Tippi Bjornsen continues to act as our Secretary. You have all received a copy of the minutes from our last session; absent discussion, I will rule the minutes to be approved as submitted.” Emily glanced briefly at the other Board members before ruling the minutes approved. “As we have a quorum, we shall now proceed to new business. First, I would like to introduce Brenda Lee, whose application to pledge the sorority next term has been approved by the Council. Welcome, Brenda; we are honored to have you join us.” “Thank you, Missus Carlson … and let me thank everyone for not humming Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. At this time of the year, I get that everywhere I go.” “I take it you're a bedwetter,” Jennifer asked. “That's right, and there are people in my dorm who give me a hard time about it. I thought that I would be happier here, and my parents agreed, so coming up with the extra money for the sorority turned out to be an easy sell.” “Wait until we put you to work,” Cindy merrily pointed out. “Our resident bedwetters all pitch in to help Missus Miller change our criminal element. Things get a bit hectic around here after breakfast and the ten PM snack break.” “Happy to do my part,” Brenda smiled. “And we have two very special guests with us today, Officer Priscilla Canon of the campus police department, affectionately known to all as the Batgirl, and Professor Ian Grady, the faculty advisor to the Panhellenic Council. However, today he is here because in a very real sense he has become our sorority's Dad even as he becomes Bernice's adoptive son.” “It should also be noted that Ian is my client,” Marilyn cut in. “He has already been informally interviewed by Emily's husband, and he will be making the rounds hat in hand on Thursday night … one of those corporate affairs that goes with guiding the Panhellenic Council.” Ian smiled at the three ladies he was meeting for the first time. “Professor, we are all in your debt … profoundly so.” Patricia inclined her head in a show of respect. “You saved this sorority when it was teetering on the edge of disaster.” “Here, here,” the other board members murmured. “The house has recovered nicely,” Ian observed in return. “New members are lifting your GPA, and Cindy and Tippi are only two of the girls who are growing right before our eyes as a result of taking on assignments at the hospital. Some of the girls have even found ways to turn the diapers into a positive.” Ian grinned at Cindy, waiting for her to jump out of her chair and parade he well endowed rear end in front of the whole assembly. He was a bit disappointed when she refused to take the bait. “Now to the main item on the agenda,” Emily said as she resumed control of the gathering. “Cindy has a proposal to set before us for the end of term party.” “Thanks, Mom. Because Scheherazade turned a tidy profit for the program, the Theater Arts faculty are running with my suggestion that we stage Caberet in the Spring. I'll play the female lead, and Stan Carmichael over at the Lamda house will be one of my co-stars. We've been going to Moby's to perfect a dance routine for a live appearance on American Bandstand, and if it gets by the TV censors we plan to use it in the Spring as well. Now we want to work on staging … costumes, props, music, that sort of thing. The dining room has the space we need, so we'd like to host a formal event straight out of The Great Gatsby at term's end-- the ladies dressed in evening gowns and shimmy dresses, the gentlemen in tuxedos. Instead of hiring a band, I'll ask the Music Department to put one together for us … one that we're going to need in the Spring to play dance tunes straight out of the Roaring Twenties. So, the party would be like a dress rehearsal. In fact, I'd like to invite Professor Osgood to come over and give us some ideas on how we can turn the dining room into a makeshift stage.” “I have it on good authority,” Ian smiled, that Caberet is going to draw talent scouts from Hollywood, so I think we should run with Cindy's idea. I'll visit the frat houses and sell the boys on wearing tuxedos, but it might be a good idea for someone to go around the shops that sell or rent formal wear and let them know what's happening. We have no idea how many other events are in the planning stage; it would be embarrassing to have this blow up in our faces because there aren't enough tuxedos or shimmy dresses out there.” “Good point,” Emily conceded. “If we go with Cindy's idea, I'll phone Yesterday's News and pin down the shimmy dresses.” “I'll tackle the formal wear shops,” Nadine volunteered. “But if need be, the girls might be able to update their prom dresses.” “Some of us won't be able to slip them on,” Cindy giggled. This time, she did stand up and wiggle her heavily padded ass in order to stress the point. “No alcohol, right?” Priscilla thought Cindy's idea was terrific, but hard liquor had caused more than one party on Fraternity Row to spin out of control. “How about serving bowle,” Ian asked. Looking around the table it was clear that no one knew what he was talking about. “It's a traditional New Year's Eve German party drink. It's served in a punch bowl, and there are both alcoholic and non-alcoholic versions, but the alcoholic ones are so mild that it's often the first alcoholic drink served to children. You start with a dry white wine and add fresh fruit that has been marinated overnight in a mix of sugar, lemon, and the spices of your choice. Just before serving, you add a bottle of sparkling wine or champagne, very chilled. It's typically served in cups, complete with saucer and spoon. You can eat and drink to your heart's desire with little fear of falling down drunk.” “Champagne,” Cindy whispered; “I love champagne!” “Alcohol in the house?” Bernice was frowning; she had fought this battle many times over the years, and it always came down to the question of adult supervision. If the kids wanted to be left to themselves, she would never agree to allow alcohol to be served indoors in winter, or even outdoors in the summer. If there was alcohol involved, responsible adults would manage the punch bowl, and responsible adults was just a euphemism for parents. They would see to it that neither beer nor hard liquor would be in the picture. With more than fifty of these events in her rear view mirror, she had seen it go both ways. Still, since it was up to the Council to decide and Cindy headed the Council, there was little doubt in Bernice's mind how this particular vote would go. She would have to haul the punch bowls out of storage. “Does anyone have an alternative suggestion for us to consider?” It was obvious to Emily that they were going to adopt Cindy's proposal, but she did have to go through the motions. “Just the usual amendment,” Patricia quietly said. She had been on the Board for more than fifteen years. “Bowle sounds like just the ticket for a formal affair with a Roaring Twenties theme, but the Council must understand that alcohol, however served, comes with adult supervision. If you want an open bar, you will have to book something like The Crystal Ballroom.” “We understand,” Cindy agreed, “but can we invite some of our friends from the hospital? They're all adults ...” “And a few of them even behave responsibly,” Ian laughed. The gala that Cindy was planning had Vickie's name written all over it, and he suspected that Francine would also fit right in. “I'll ask for a show of hands,” Emily continued. “All those in favor of adopting Cindy's proposal, with the added stipulation that alcohol may be served only with adult supervision, and no beer or hard liquor will be permitted?” Emily raised her hand, as did everyone else on the Board. “So moved,” she finished. “Tippi, I'll mix a special batch for you and anyone else who wants to stay away from the alcohol. We start with a fruit juice, add the marinated fruit, then finish off with ginger ale to make it a bit fizzy. I like to mix peach nectar and white grape juice, but orange and pineapple juice is also a popular combination. Lots of ways to go; just tell me your preference.” “Dad, you amaze me,” Tippi burst out. “How do you know all this stuff?” “Oh, I guess because I've celebrated Christmas, New Year's and Easter in countries all over the world. Foreign travel does indeed broaden one's horizons.” “Bowle,” Emily mused. “I wonder how many more tidbits of useful information you keep squirreled away in that well traveled brain of yours. I'll say it again, Ian: we could make a fortune by opening a restaurant and serving up all these exotic dishes that you've learned how to cook. Every meal that you prepare is an adventure.” “Dad, I'm putting you in charge of food and drink for our party. When it has to be perfect, hire the best!” Cindy was smiling from ear to ear, genuinely happy that she was going to get the party of her dreams. She wanted to do her grandmother proud. . . . . “You and Suzie were awfully quiet last night, so quiet that Vickie and I had to use the baby monitor in Sarah's bedroom to make sure you were asleep before we came in. I take it that she's not a screamer?” The meeting adjourned, Ian and Priscilla had hung out at the sorority until rush hour had died down. They were now driving home. “She brought a very useful toy with her,” Ian laughed, “a rubber ball gag. We put it to good use on the floor of my office rather than brave the rush hour traffic. I think I'll spread a few around as Christmas presents.” “Vic could definitely use one, and Francie too,” Priscilla snickered. “But I'm not sure you want to give Sarah ideas.” “Pris, trust me, she's already up on the subject. Gags are a dime a dozen in the Psych ward.” “Well, watching Suzie feed you your bottles this morning warmed my heart. Suzie may be an acquired taste, but she is definitely growing on me.” “She's beautiful, intelligent, and stands up for the causes she believes in. I admire her, Pris, and I still don't understand why I haven't fallen in love with her.” “Wait. Be patient. I suspect that your feelings will blossom when she's carrying your child … your feelings for her and Francine both. Guys tend to melt at moments like that, and by nature you are very, very protective.” “Francine is a tigress, so I'm glad I have tonight off; I need to recharge my batteries. I just hope that I can give you my all come Thursday night.” “You let me worry about that.” Priscilla reached over to pat Ian's thigh, wanting to reassure him. He was on a schedule that would wear most men out, and she suspected that sooner or later there would be a night when he was unable to perform. She was frankly amazed that he was standing up to the rigors of communal sex so well. After all, Ian was no horny teenager. “I'm going to need a diaper change as soon as we get home,” Ian grumbled. “It's the damned breast milk; it runs right through me. Tippi changed me a little after three, and six is really pushing it. How's yours holding up?” “I'm fine. Missus Miller changed me at lunchtime, so I should be good until Francie gets me ready for bed. And Ian? Stop complaining about the breast milk. You aren't the one changing your messy diapers, and this diet is making the job a lot easier for the people who do change you. Besides, you don't really have any say in the matter. Sarah wants you to be nursed, so it's going to be the mainstay of your diet for years to come. And once we all start lactating, I take it for granted that you won't have any room for solid food with all of us feeding you. Just imagine … you are going to be sucking on our tits for several hours a day. A lot of guys would probably kill to change places with you.” “Pris, I'm not complaining about sucking on all these lovely tits. Heck, it's my favorite part of the day. And I don't mind being treated like a baby by Sarah and Francie because Vickie and I enjoy an adult relationship, and most of the time you and Rita also treat me like an adult. My life in this respect is well balanced. But right now I need a diaper change every three hours when I'm on my feet; a year from now, who knows? I could be down to once an hour. Poor Tippi.” “Tippi loves you, Ian, and she loves caring for you. You are fortunate to be in such loving hands. I'll say it again: a lot of guys would probably kill to change places with you.” “I don't want to trade places with anyone. But physically it feels like I'm regressing to early infancy. Do you remember when Sofia put those locking booties on me, the ones with the spikes that forced me to crawl around on my hands and knees like a real baby? I felt like I was staring at the future Sarah has planned out for me.” “You may get there somewhere in the distant future when your injuries catch up with you, but first we have to eliminate the bad guys, and then there's this little thing called being a daddy. You'll be pushing swings on the playground, reading stories at bedtime, then comes soccer practice and Little League. Oh, and did I mention that it's really hard to cook when you're crawling around on the floor? The day may come when you would welcome those booties … when crawling around on the floor would feel like a vacation right up there with laying on the beach soaking up some rays, but don't hold your breath. I can't see you getting off quite so easy.” “Pris, if you're trying to cheer me up, this is an odd way to go about it.” “That's Francine's job. Sarah will hang around the nursery just long enough to unlock your cage. Then Francine will find a creative way to change your diapee. And here we are,” she added as she pulled into the driveway. “Home at last!” . . . . “What do you think, Brenda? Does our kitchen pass the test?” Cindy had invited Brenda to have dinner at the table she shared with the other members of the Council. Brenda was the first bedwetter looking to escape the dorms, and Cindy was rolling out the welcome mat in the hopes that others would follow Brenda's lead. The sorority needed the dues, but the real payoff was the impact the new members were having on the house's GPA. It was now a low B, but bringing Marilyn and Brenda into the fold would only strengthen it. “Are you kidding me,” Brenda gushed. “Chicken Kiev for dinner with fresh zucchini? In the dorms, we're lucky to get chicken fingers and fries! This is incredible, and Missus Miller allows your boyfriends to eat with you. Incredible!” “When he's not on the road,” Kimberly pointed out, “Thug eats here almost every night. We don't charge him for the privilege, but we do have a contingency fund that has to be periodically replenished. Cindy's mom makes a noteworthy contribution every term ...” “And I toss in most of my pocket money,” Thug added. He was sitting directly opposite Kim. “Every month,” Cindy went on, “cook surprises us with a real treat … lobster or scallops, and in the summer fresh walleye straight out of the lake! But she shakes up the menu every week. Last Tuesday it was chicken cacciatore, and don't tell Missus Miller, but the wine really made the sauce pop. Same thing with the veal scallopini that we had earlier in the term. And you know what's really neat? If you want to learn how to make a dish, she'll teach you!” “Tippi wanted to do Swedish meatballs,” Melanie tossed out, “and next thing you know Tippi and cook put them on the table one night. Good eating!” “When I met Geri and Mikey in the Student Union, Geri told me straight out that Mikey is a bedwetter, and now he wears diapers all the time … wears them and uses them! I want a boyfriend like Mikey, someone I can keep in diapers and baby like Geri's doing. Have you asked around … tracked down any bedwetters in the frat houses?” “Tommy … Mikey's roommate? He needs diapers for his bedwetting.” Tippi frowned while she worked out how to explain things. “Tom … well, her real name is Laura but we all call her Tom … she's Tommy's boyfriend, and she's also trying to get him to give up the toilet. She got him to wear diapers to the movies, just like Jackie and Steph got their boyfriends to do. It's a trade off for sex, so I suppose the first question is whether you're sexually active.” “I am, but once it got out that I'm a bedwetter no one wanted to have anything to do with me. It was like I had the clap or something.” “Once you move in,” Cindy urged, “put every frat party on your calendar. But I strongly recommend that you wear one of our thick hospital diapers when you're partying. Heck, you might want to start wearing them all the time, even if you don't use them.” “O … kay, but why?” “Because you'll be sticking your ass in every guy's line of fire. You'll be pawed a lot! A thick diaper will make your sex appeal go through the roof. You can still focus on finding a submissive bedwetter like Mikey, but you might find that a lot of guys will wear a diaper to bed if that's the price they have to pay to sleep with you. Just remember that no boys are allowed upstairs in this house, so you want to zero in on the frats that allow girls to stay the night.” “I'll give you a list,” Melanie snickered. “Believe me, Brenda, even without the diapers most of us were in your situation when we moved in. So we've got a whole program in place to help you latch onto the frat guy of your dreams.” “O … kay, but how will I know when a guy is off limits?” “You can't poach any of your Sisters' boyfriends, but if you can steal a guy away from someone in another sorority, you earn bonus points!” “And don't forget the faculty,” Cindy laughed. “You need to get out there and earn your scalps. We have another list that will help you make progress there.” “You guys are incredible,” Brenda gushed. “I can't wait to move in!” “Spread the word around the other dorms,” Tippi urged. Like Cindy, she was looking ahead. “If you're a bedwetter and you've got a 3.5 GPA or higher, we want you!” . . . . “You behaved very well today, Mikey; I'm proud of you.” After dinner, Geri had drifted over to the Delta house to study in Mikey's room. This had become pretty much a nightly ritual, at the end of which Geri normally went back to the sorority to sleep. A couple of times a week, however, she stayed the night so that Mikey could nurse on her D cup breasts before they made love. The occasional spanking livened things up, but on the whole Mikey had proven to be a true submissive. “Are you staying over,” he asked hopefully. Mikey was happiest when Geri was cradling him in her arms and he was nursing at her tit. “I am,” she confirmed. “Do you want to undress me?” Dropping to his knees, Mikey removed her shoes before unbuckling her jeans and lowering them to her ankles. Geri sat on the edge of the bed so that he could pull them off, then stood up again. Her sweater was next, leaving Geri standing in her bra and panties. She turned around to make it easier for him to unfasten her bra, then turned back to face him, holding her enormous jugs in her hands. Mikey was literally licking his lips when Geri crawled into bed and slipped under the covers. “Lose your sweater and pants and come to Mommy, little one.” Geri spread her arms wide, and Mikey instantly obeyed. He was still wearing his diaper, vinyl pants and onesie, and they would stay on until Geri removed them. He had given her total control of his bodily functions. “Umm,” he moaned as she held him to her breast and he latched on. Soon, he hoped, Mommy would be producing milk, and he would be suckling several times a day. Soon. “You are such a good baby, and Mommy loves you very much. Do you know how much I love you?” Gently, Geri began patting Mikey's well diapered butt. It turned her on to know that she had thrown out all of his underwear, and that he would spend the rest of his life wearing thick diapers and pink baby pants and onesies. When they were married he would wear nothing else at home, unless she decided to substitute a frilly baby dress for his onesie. At home Mikey would be giving way to Michaela. He would become her little baby girl. “I wuv Mommy,” he stuttered, his lips refusing to let go of Geri's tit. Like a true baby, he had taken her breast fully into his mouth. He was in paradise. Geri continued patting his butt, but her strokes were becoming more forceful as she debated spanking him. She had no reason to do so, but their relationship had long since passed the point where she needed an excuse. If she wanted to spank him, she would spank him. He would submit, and he would not even ask for an explanation. Speaking out of turn would earn him a visit from Mister Holeywood, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. “Joyce has been teaching me about maintenance spankings, and I like the concept. From now on, you are going to be spanked once a week even if you behave like an angel. It won't be a punishment spanking, just a gentle reminder that Mommy is always watching and will know when you are naughty. Don't ever let me look inside your diaper and discover that you have been masturbating … and I check every time I change you. That would earn you the worst spanking you've ever had, and a chastity cage that would put a permanent end to your naughtiness. Eventually I am going to cage you anyway, but first I want you to prove that you have the self-discipline required to merit my trust. Do you, baby? Can Mommy trust you?” “Yeth, Mommy,” Mikey stuttered again. “Good baby; wuv Mommy.” Geri moved Mikey to her other breast, then settled more deeply into the pillows to enjoy the moment. The more she nursed, the more sensitive her breasts were becoming. She had read that a woman could achieve a deep orgasm without clitoral stimulation once her breasts were fully engorged. The breast pump that she was going to buy when she ventured out to the mall on Saturday morning would speed up the process, and once it had run its course she might be able to cage Mikey permanently. Offering him the promise of an orgasm but never letting him get there would keep their relationship on the razor's edge. Periodic prostate massages would keep him healthy, and milking him would give her the sperm she needed to have children. In time, she would have very little need of his cock, and Michaela would have no need at all.