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Then don't "get off" while out camping!  LOL!

That could get interesting but I don't think that would happen.  Im with the others that creap Harley is gonna get her hands on him but I really hope that isnt the case.  That could be so detrimental to Paul and really mess him up.

"Well Maddison and I know it's going to be a hard work and Alice is definitely going to need a big sister, I think you'll know what to do on how to treat little Alice like the baby she is because I trust you and your vary smart." Camilla said, when Ana sat down and she sat on the sofa as Maddison left to head up to her bedroom, when Ana said she was lost Camilla just wrapped her arms around her friend, "Hey this is just a big change in Alice's life you never expected to find some of my me and Madison, but why do you think your lost?"  Meanwhile upstairs in the nursery/bedroom Alice was sitting on Maddison's time Out chair the girl's bottom felt like it was on fire as she sucked her pacifier as she sniffled and sobbed, she was a little appreciate that Ana let her sit on the timeout chair with her diaper still on and not with her bare bottom. The door opened and then came Madison with a serious look on her face, she saw Alice's outfit it looked adorable, it pure pink outfit that was designed to look like something a little girl would wear except the skirt part was way shorter making Alice's diaper very visible. The mittens and booties were also adorable, bunny themed and quite pink, Madison asked her question, but Alice tried to look away not wanting to talk about anything, but Madison grabbed Alice's ear and pulled it slightly making the girl yelp and look at her clearly Madison was in big girl sister mode and not kidding around so when Madison asked again Alice just said, "noth." Alice tried to say nothing but Madison crossed her arms and tried to give Alice what she seemed was a mom or big sister look Alice sniffled out and corrected herself, "I was sniff being a very naughty little girl and mommy panked me."

Ah!  I'm 68 years old and still old school.  Never thought about chat support on a computer.

Chapter 6: Messy diapers  Three weeks had passed since Nick decided to (temporarly) give up on his bladder exercises. That decision had resulted in his diaper leaking and now Nick was sitting at the table with a thick betterdry diaper around his hips, which he was already getting used to. That part was what worried him most, in a little over two months he had gone from a normal teenager to a diapered one. Now that he felt himself getting used to it, he had started to wonder if this really was what he wanted. He liked wearing and wetting diapers, but he also needed to think about his future. Nick had decided to talk to Jane about it, though he was a little nervous about it because he didn't know what his mom was going to say. Would she be mad at him for waiting so long before asking? Or would she be happy that he finally took some initiative? He truly had no idea. Nick took a deep breath and asked: should I start trying to train my bladder again? Jane laid down her magazine and sighed. To be honest, I was wondering the same thing. Nick was confused, what do you mean? He asked. I thought you wanted me to strengthen my bladder? I did want that, Jane admitted, but now that I have had some more time to think about it I'm not so sure anymore. Nick remained silent, he was both scared and curious about what his mom would say next. Did she want him to just keep walking around in diapers and wet himself like he had been doing for the last two weeks? I just don't think those exercises will help all that much, Jane continued. We've already tried it once and it simply didn't work. You barely made any progress, it only resulted in you being miserable and frustrated every morning. Now that you've just been relying on diapers for a few weeks I'm starting to think that this might the better option. Since you started, your mood has drastically improved and you've shown very little interest in trying to improve your condition. Even now you don't actually seem to want to do it. I get the impression you don't really mind the way things are. If you prefer wearing and using diapers you can just say so, I think I understand. Nick really wanted to, but it felt wrong to just give up. Jane seemed to read his mind. I know you don't want to give up, I know you want to prove yourself. I'm very proud of you for that, but I'm not sure if you can. I know that sounds a little harsh, but for the last three weeks you've been wetting yourself as if it is the most normal thing in the world. Your bladder control had significantly decreased because of the bedwetting, and I think this little break has made it even worse. I just don't know if you can come back from that. It's alright to surrender yourself to the curcumstances, it isn't your fault that you're having these problems. I can't, Nick said, desperately trying to convince his mom (and himself), I'm supposed to be an adult. How is that possible when I need diapers? I still make it to the toilet for the rest of the day. I know, but not with ease. You have to go way more often than before, are regularly squirming because you have trouble holding it for long periods of time and you often have to rush to the toilet to even make it on time. Diapers might just be more practical at this point. There are plenty of adults who wear them, and part of being an adult is taking care of yourself. If wearing diapers is the best option for you, then maybe you owe it to yourself to do it. You already need them for your night time issues anyways, using them during the day isn't that much different, and nobody has to know. Nick remained silent, he didn't know what to say, but then his body started speaking for him. He slightly squirmed as he suddenly felt the need to pee. That gave Jane an idea. "How about this, if you are able to hold it for the next 45 minutes, you'll prove that you are capable of holding it and we will start doing exercises to strengthen your bladder again. If you have another accident, you'll have to accept that you need diapers and will wear and use them for the foreseeable future. At least in the morning. Deal? Nick thought for a moment, this was a win win scenario. If he was able to hold it, he would get another shot at getting out of diapers, and if he had another accident he would pretty much be forced to accept that he needed (and wanted) to wear them. Deal, he said. Alright, take of your pants, I want to make sure I can see if you've had an accident. Nick thought it was a bit of a strange request, but he didn't actually care about whether or not his mom could see his diaper. He complied and pulled down his pants, leaving him standing there in nothing but his shirt and his wet diaper. You don't have to keep standing here, Jane joked, as long as I can see your diaper you can do whatever you want. So Nick walked over to the couch and started playing video games. He had trouble concentrating however, not only was the pressure on his bladder growing fast, he was also wondering which outcome he would actually prefer. His rational side told him he needed to start training his bladder again. He wanted to be an adult, he wanted to be able to have sleep-overs with friends and he wanted to be able to go out and bring a girl over, all of wich became a lot harder when he needed to wear protection day and night. But as he was sitting there with his diaper out in the open while feeling the slightly wet padding press against his skin, it just felt right. He loved the comfort of a thick diaper around his bottom, the way he could wet himself without having to think about it, the intemacy of his mom diapering him and even the embarrassment he felt when he wet himself (or had an "accident" as Jane liked to call it). Just thinking about it gave him butterflies in his belly. He knew in his heart that he wasn't ready to stop wearing diapers. Nick sighed, it seemed so easy, all he had to do was wet himself, like he had done so many times already and he would be free to wear diapers every morning from now on. What made it hard was the knowledge that getting out of diapers wouldn't be nearly as easy. He knew that if he kept wearing diapers, his bladder issues would probably only get worse, was that worth it? Even though it was exactly what he wanted, it still seemed scary. Thankfully he still had 35 minutes to weigh his options. His body had a little surprise for him however, he felt the need to go number two... He had never really thought about pooping his diapers, but now that he felt the urge, he became kind of curious about how it would feel. The idea of having a messy accident seemed almost more exciting than just a "normal" one. Wetting your diaper was one thing, but messing them really meant you needed (or wanted) to wear them. He started fantasizing about walking around the house in nothing but his diaper and needing to mess. He pictured himself pooping in his diaper before continuing on his day like normal. The prospect was enough to push him over the edge. He was not only going to wet his diaper, he was going to mess it as well. Nick didn't know exactly how Jane would react if she discovered that he had pooped in his diaper, but what he did know was that he was guaranteed to stay diapered if he did. The excitement he felt when thinking about messing his diaper and being forced to wear them from now on told him that this was the right choice. Nick still had twenty minutes left to make his big decision, but it had already been made. He knew that waiting any longer would only result in more doubt, so Nick decided to just get it over with. Jane was upstairs doing the laundry, so he had the living room to himself. He got up from the couch and walked over to a more spacious part. He spread his legs apart and squatted down slightly like he was sitting on the toilet. He took a deep breath and told himself that this is what he wanted, then he started to push. Wetting his diaper on purpose for the first time had not been easy, and messing was no different. He was grunting and groaning while trying to do his buiseness, but every time he was about to poop his reflexes stopped it from happening. All this effort did result in him losing control of his bladder and wetting his diaper. As he heard the hissing noice and felt the diaper grow warm and swell up between his legs, he knew his fate was sealed. There was no turning back. The urge was very strong by now and Nick was getting desperate. He took another deep breath. I'm not pooping in my pants, he told himself. I'm wearing a diaper, and diapers are meant to protect me from having accidents, even messy ones. I'm already stuck in them anyways, might as well go all in. He once again started to push and slowly felt the load starting to come out. Nick put his hand on the front of the diaper to reassure himself that he was in fact wearing it. He was expecting his reflexes to stop him again, but they didn't. Nick gasped when his body stopped holding back all of a sudden and his mess started filling the back of his diaper. He could only describe it as an out of body experience, one moment he was doing everything he could to mess himself and the next he was filling his diaper without any control. It only took a few seconds, Nick felt the seat of his diaper expand and sag as his load made it's way into the diaper. He involuntarily gasped, feeling both euphoric and disgusted. Then he was done and left standing in the living room wearing only a shirt and a very wet and messy diaper. For a moment, all Nick could do was stand there in shock. It was hard to believe he had actually pooped in his diaper. His diaper felt like it was filled to the brim. It was sagging and he had to stand with spread legs because it was so full and thick. He didn't dare to move out of fear that his diaper might leak. When he looked down he saw that the once white padding had become yellowish brown. Dirty and gross were the only words Nick could use to describe the feeling of having a mushy load in the back of his diaper. He carefully placed his hand on the back of the diaper and gave a small squeeze, he groaned a little as he felt the load shift around the back of his diaper. Despite feeling grossed out by himself, he was also oddly aroused. It felt so wrong to poop his diaper like a baby, but that made it feel so right. He was supposed to be a grown up and do grown up things, but instead he had decided to give up on all that and instead just fill his diaper. It made him feel a bit babyish. He was still squeezing his diaper when all of a sudden, Jane entered the room. She froze in her place as she saw her 18 year old son stand in front of her looking down and touching his obviously wet and messy diaper. "Nick, did you poop in your diaper?" The shock in her voice was impossible to miss. Nick remained silent, he knew he had to confess, but he didn't know how. Well? Jane urged him. Yes mom, was all he could muster. Now it was Jane's turn to be silent. She just stood there looking at him as if she had never met him before. After what felt like an eternity she sighed. I guess we better start cleaning up that mess, I don't want you getting a rash, she said with a flat voice. Nick had no idea what she thought of what he had done, though if he had to make a guess, he would say she wasn't very happy with it. He started waddling towards the room, with each step he felt his mess shift in the back if his diaper. It felt both disgusting and amazing, walking around in his own mess was oddly calming and freeing. He felt safe and childish, like he didn't have to worry about homework or his social life. He was just a big baby who wore and used big diapers because he couldn't keep his pants dry. Maybe it was a sign that he wasn't ready for the grown up world. He curtanly didn't feel ready at the moment. It was slowly dawning on him that this would have serious consequences. He wasn't sure if Jane knew he had messed himself on purpose or if she thought he had a genuine accident, but either way, he knew he wasn't getting out of his diapers anytime soon. Nick felt at peace with it however, when he messed his diaper, he had given up on becoming normal again. His fantasy to wear diapers during the day had become a reality, and now he was stuck in them. He might as well enjoy it. Getting to his bedroom was a little harder when your legs are forced apart by a poopy diaper. He was wadling a lot, and a loud crinkle could be heard with every step he took. He didn't feel like an adult anymore. Jane was walking behind him and Nick could almost feel her eyes on the back of his padding. Making his way up the stairs was even more awkward. Every time he lifted his legs up he felt the mess spreading further through the diaper, always reminding him of what he had done. It made him feel completely infantile. When they reached his bedroom Jane commanded him to lay down on his bed. Nick realized that his mom was about to clean him up and started to feel guilty. Mom, you don't have to do this, I can clean it up myself. You don't have to, Jane said, I understand you feel guilty and embarrassed about your accident, but let's be honest here, you have no idea how to clean it up. It will be way quicker and easier if I do it. I have changed plenty of dirty diapers when you were a baby, I'm sure I'll be able to handle this one as well. Nick didn't know what to say, but Jane could see he still felt bad about it. Listen, I don't mind it, really. I've been diapering you for the last few weeks and to be honest, I've gotten used to it. At first it was a little strange, seeing my teenage son back in diapers, but nowadays it is almost normal. The reason I put you in diapers is because you were having accidents, so I can't blame you if you have an accident in your diaper. I will admit that I didn't expect I would have to deal with messy diapers as well, but as your mother I have not only the responsibility but also the desire to take care of you. I love you and that makes everything easier, even changing a dirty diaper. And since this will probably not be the last, I'll probaly get used to this too. After that it was time to deal with the mess. Jane folded his diaper open, releasing one of the worst smells known to mankind. The both let out an audible gag. Once the initial shock was over, she grabbed some wet wipes and started to cleaning his bottom. It took about 10 minutes and more wipes than he could count before he was fully cleaned up. All that time Nick laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It felt so good to be taken care of this way, to surrender to the curcumstances and feel all his troubles melt away. Though he couldn't help but think about Jane's words. The humiliation of getting told by your mother that she was expecting you to have messy accidents in your diaper would be lethal for most teenagers, but Nick couldn't help but feel excited. Jane didn't seem to mind him pooping his diapers, and pretty much gave him permission to do it more often. Did she know he liked all of this? He wasn't sure, but as long as he could keep wearing and using diapers it didn't really matter. At last Jane told him she was done and threw away the dirty diaper. Before she left his room she had one more thing to say: "Just in case it wasn't obvious, you'll be wearing diapers every morning from now on until you stop having accidents, but seeing as you just wet and messed your diaper like a helpless child, I don't think that's happening anytime soon. Nick had already been wearing diapers in the morning for quite a while by now, so it didn't actually feel that much different now that he wasn't allowed to take his diaper off. Jane had decided to implement another rule however, he wasn't allowed to cover his diaper anymore. She liked being able to tell how wet his diaper was, and knowing when he had a messy accident. That took a little more getting used to, Nick felt naked when he entered the living room in nothing more than a shirt and an obviously wet diaper. It was embarrassing at first, especially when he caught his mom glancing at his padding. The diaper was a lot more on his mind this way. It was the only thing covering his lower half, wich made it a lot more present and every time he looked down he saw the yellowed, bulging diaper between his legs. Whenever he walked, sat down or did almost anything he felt was the soft fabric enclosing his privates. It became impossible not to be aware of what he was wearing. Nick didn't expect that this would result in spending his mornings in only a shirt and a bulky diaper starting to feel normal. At first, he was always aware of his special undergarment, but because he was so aware if it, his mind quickly started to normalize it. This resulted in him forgetting he was wearing them at times. He was eating breakfast and only remembered he was in a thick diaper when he got the urge to pee. This also meant he was less ashamed of it, he would walk around in his diaper as if it was the most normal thing in the world. At first he was switching between his regular diapers on weekdays and the thicker ones on the weekends. It surprised how much safer he felt in the thicker ones, even though the thinner ones kept him dry just fine. But when you are wearing a diaper every single night, the supply of regular diapers quickly ran out. So after a week or two Nick fully transitioned to wearing thicker ones. But just like with every other diaper related thing in the last few weeks, he quickly got used to it.