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Jen1234. I found a spot where i can add that. But I will tell you this it well take awhile before you see the chapter that it is in.

For me, being a non-sexual sissy baby is about comfort, softness, and emotional safety more than anything sexual. My little side is called Ebony, and she’s a very girly, princessy toddler who loves cute clothes, pastel colors, nappies, dummies, cuddles, and feeling small and cared for. I know from the outside it can seem silly or strange, especially because I’m physically an adult man, but inside this side of me feels incredibly real and calming. When I let myself be little, I feel peaceful, happy, vulnerable, and free from adult pressure and expectations. It isn’t about humiliation for me. It’s about comfort, innocence, softness, and expressing a gentle side of myself I normally keep hidden. I enjoy being cute, cozy, and babyish because it genuinely makes me feel emotionally safe and relaxed. I also understand not everyone will understand it, and that’s okay. I’m not trying to force anyone else to like it — I just wanted to be honest about what it means to me personally.

Whelp, I was hoping to flood my diaper in a different way. I had been hoping for a normal, controlled wetting experience with my diaper, but things went in a completely different direction. I was wearing a little-for-big Goth Brat—definitely not my favorite, but convenient enough to order quickly on Amazon. I’d had a 44-ounce soda on a mostly empty stomach, which, in hindsight, was a bad idea. I didn’t feel much of anything for about an hour. I kept wondering why the usual urge to pee hadn’t kicked in yet. And then, suddenly, it hit me—but not in the way I expected. I wasn’t planning on using my diaper for a bowel movement, and I normally make every effort to avoid it. But as soon as I stood up, my bowels gave way. At first, it was small, but I quickly realized I couldn’t stop it. More and more came out, and by the time I reached my door, my diaper was filled with liquid poo. I’ve never had this much in a single accident, and it was overwhelming and the warmth spreading through both the back and front of the diaper.  I've never had a complete and involuntary bowel accident. Luckily the timing worked out where I was waiting for my turn in Dungeons & Dragons session, but thankfully it was online. Thankfully, no one knew what had happened, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing. It was my turn so I  returned to my chair carefully, sitting on a towel and a plastic trash bag, hoping to avoid a blowout. The diaper held everything in place and didn't leak. Sitting somehow seemed to help keep the mess compressed to the diaper rather than my body although made it spread up the back of my diaper, which helped with clean up after my dnd session.  It was weird while sitting it felt like bubbles running up my body where the poo had been.  Sorry if this seems too much I've never had an experience like this before as it was my first complete involuntary bowel accident. I'm felt grateful I had a diaper on tonight otherwise it would have been a complete disaster. 

Paulina was 18 years old. She had long black hair and gorgeous green eyes. Standing 190 cm tall, she knew she was absolutely beautiful. She woke up with a smile. It was the first day of summer break, and she was glad school was out. Luckily, her parents didn't force her to find a job. On the contrary, they were very successful and wealthy and were currently on a long business trip, allowing Paulina to do whatever she wanted. Paulina had gotten used to this throughout her school years: she was captain of the cheerleading team and the most popular girl, and she was also a bully. But all the teachers pretended to ignore her misdeeds. Her main target was her neighbor's daughter. She knew she had made her neighbor's life a living hell. Paulina was upset about the start of summer break and learned that her neighbor was leaving for the summer, which meant she would have to find a new victim. Getting out of bed, Paulina headed to the shower, dried herself off with a towel, and changed into her workout clothes, ready to go for a run and workout to clear her head. Suddenly, she saw her neighbor's mother standing on her doorstep, whom she assumed was Kayla.

It would be nice to see his reactions to returning to being a bedwetter, urinary incontinence and total incontinence. You know going backwards through the potty training stages