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Oh boy, Lucas is cooked cooked. He can't even imagine himself using the toilet anymore: he has to pretend to be someone else using it. If he's starting to struggle with verbal language, I wonder how his reading lessons are going.

I noticed with me if I don't wash my sheets every morning, including bed pads my bedroom starts to get a bedwetter smell really quick.

I think for me since going 24/7 the arousal has died down. I still love nappies. I had purge and binges for years but now have to nappy up strait away after wanking because my bladder has shrunk and I need to pee all the time and it gets uncomfortable if I have pee in my bladder. I've fully accepted that I'll be in nappies forever and this makes me feel more whole.

Jim finally decided he couldn’t put off a diaper changing any more and bid Will goodbye.   He was heading back to his room when he felt the poop uncontrollably exit his body.   Would this ever stop happening?    As was typical, as soon as he got back to the room, someone arrived to change him. After that was taken care of, he headed off to eat.  When he got to the buffet, he saw Jackie sitting alone in a highchair picking up chicken nuggets off her tray.   He waved and went and got some food and joined her. “I see you’ve progressed to feeding yourself,” Jim said as he sat down. “Yes, it’s a big improvement.” “And your voice sounds better, too.” “Yes.   Now, all I have to do is learn to walk and get toilet-trained.”   She managed a small giggle at this. After they finished eating, Jackie ripped her bib off.  “Help me up, please.”   Jim reached over, released the catch on the tray, removed it, and helped her to her feet.   She held tightly on to his hands.   “Walk me to the playroom?” she asked. Jim led her along, her holding his hand in one hand and still clutching his upper arm tightly.   “I think you’re getting better at this.”   She nodded.    He turned to face her, then stepped back and let go of her hand.  He took one more step back.   She teetered a bit, but managed to take two small steps toward him.   Then she started to teeter again.  He thought she was about to collapse into him when she rocked back and fell flat on her butt.   She started to cry. “There, there.   You’ll get there eventually,” he comforted her. “It’s not that.   My diaper is poopy, and I landed straight in that.   Here I am sitting in my own poop because they said I didn’t have enough maturity.” Jim pulled her into a big hug until the crying subsided and then he helped her to her feet.  “Walk with me to the playroom so I can get a change.”   Jim let her hold on to him the rest of the way.  While doing so, he realized he had also pooped in his diaper.   At least he hadn’t fallen in it. They got to the playroom, and Jackie went to a staff member.    “I have a poopy diaper.” “We both do,” Jim added. Jim watched the staff member change Jackie’s diaper, a bit nervous at first about being present for the procedure.   She then set out to change his.    Up to this point, he’d mostly been changed in his room, but now he was in front of lots of other people.   He looked over, and Jackie was watching the process intently.   He was a little embarrassed.   It was one thing that people knew he pooped his diaper, but watching him have poop wiped off his butt was another.