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I searched for bladder sensors like the ones you posted, too. My conclusion was: Either, they are still in clinical trials or in prototype phase (like the SENS-U, or this one: https://incontalert.de/en/home-en/), or the company seems to be defunct for a few years (The last major update on the DFree site seems to be 5 years old). But what I gathered was tried, sensor-wise: ultrasound (dfree, sens-u): Detect the bladder fill level with ultrasound light and/or body impedance (incontalert). They even filed a patent for their sensor: https://patentimages.storage.googleapis.com/f3/23/d1/51e0366006233a/WO2024083885A1.pdf

Jamie goes on tour chapter 6 part 2 As she laid the girl on the changing table and cleaned her bottom, Susan thought to herself how well this was going . Then reaching for a cloth diaper Jamie suddenly spoke. I don't need a diaper ! Please I don't need one it's daytime! Hush baby said Aunt Susan retrieving the pacifier and placing it in Jamie's mouth! Aunt Susan will decide when and if her baby needs a diaper! Jamie sucked on her paci as Aunt Susan put a fresh white cotton diaper on her and pinned it in place, she then lifted the girl to her hip and carried her back to the kitchen! Wearing nothing but a diaper the girl was carried into the kitchen where Mrs. North was still sitting. Jamie blushed as Aunt Susan placed the girl in the high chair, strapped her in and put the tray on. Then and Susan placed a bib on the young teenager, as Mrs. North walked over to the high chair talking baby talk to her. Aunt Susan returned with a bowl of cereal and two jars of baby food (mushed bananas) and began to feed the young girl Jamie was hungry and ate without complaint, still it seemed like Aunt Susan got more on her face than in her tummy. Finished Aunt Susan cleaned Jamie up and suggested to Mrs. North that they have coffee in the living room while she gives Jamie her morning baa baa! Jamie did not understand her feelings she did not like being treated like a baby, but felt total anticipation as Aunt Susan adjusted her in her lap and placed the baa baa in her mouth! Jamie began to nurse vigorously as the two ladies talked . When the bottle was finished Aunt Susan lifted Jamies head up facing her shoulder, as jamie saw she had a cloth diaper on it, Aunt Susan was saying goodbye to Mrs. North and patting Jamie on the back , see you in church dear ,brrrrrrrrppppppp good baby! When Aunt Susan had Jamie dressed for church the young girl was mortified, she was wearing a disposable diaper with plastic panties over it. Baby blue ruffled panties and a blue dress with puffed sleeves that only covered two thirds of her panties. Blue ribbons in her hair, white ankle socks with blue trim, and white patent leather shoes low heels and a single strap. Jamie thought she would die as she stood in front of the mirror and saw the three year old staring back at her but she said nothing , why risk a spanking besides Jamie felt very pretty and very safe somehow. The thoughts she was having confused the young girl, she not only was beginning to understand she liked Aunt Susan caring for her! She seemed to like the security of the diaper too ! Aunt Susan took the girl to church and then to Sunday school, where she found some other teen girls diapered and dressed like her , and some young boys dressed in shirttails and diapers , the teacher read bible stories , and another lady checked for wet diapers, changing them one by one , Jamie did not argue when it was her time , what was the use! Jamie goes on tour Chapter 7 Retuning from church Aunt Susan told Jamie what a good girl she had been as she carried the girl, into the kitchen and fed her lunch. Jamie felt a warm glow, and ate her lunch quietly, then she remembered. Aunt Susan I need to play golf today pweasssseeeeeee, suddenly embarrassed at how much she sounded like a baby Jamie blushed and felt something warm flowing in her diaper. Jamie was shocked she had not even noticed she had to go and began crying whhhhhhhhhh whhhhhhhhhh!!!! It's ok sweetie we are going to the golf course we have a tee time as she picked up the crying girl, and noticed the wet diaper oh I see!! Taking the still sobbing girl to her changing table , Susan placed her babies paci in her mouth, removed the wet diaper and began cleaning Jamie up with a baby wipe. Aunt Susan then powdered Jamie lightly and replaced her diaper with some disposable training pants with a picture of Petunia Pig on the front! She then dressed the girl in white golf shorts, and a blue golf shirt., ankle socks and her tennis shoes. Jamie felt better in her big girl clothes and began immediately to act more herself, as she walked to the car she ask Aunt Susan please don't put me in the car seat , the other girls might see! Aunt Susan ignored the girl strapped her in and placed her pace in her mouth, unless you want this pinned to your shirt, you will keep it there sweetheart. Jamie sucked vigorously on her paci as they pulled into the club parking lot, thankfully as Aunt Susan lifted the girl out of the car seat, and removed the pacifier. Once they had hit some practice balls on the range, Aunt Susan and Jamie joined two of the veteran players on the first tee. As they began Jamie's practice round Susan noticed a disturbing change in the young girls attitude. During the first nine holes Susan witnessed several incidents of temper from the girl including light swearing(dang and darn and shoot stuff like that) and several times the young girl slammed her club on the ground. Susan said nothing. Then on the ninth green Jamie missed a short putt , no more than three feet! "GodDammit the young girl screamed as she threw her putter off the green, picked her ball up stomped her feet and walked to pick up the putter. As they arrived at the clubhouse snack bar to get drinks Aunt Susan took Jamie by the hand and led her to the ladies room. Once inside she looked at the young girl sternly Jamie I am not and will not tolerate your behavior, you are going to have one sore hinny when we get home and if I see any more club throwing, or here anymore swearing it will happen on the spot! Do you understand, "yes ma'am stammered the small girl as she fought back tears "now do you have to potty? Jamie let Aunt Susan take her to the stall and help her to her business quietly she did not wish to make Aunt Susan any madder, for sure she was mad enough. Playing the back nine Jamie played much better and her manners and course etiquette were impeccable. Jamie hoped her could behavior , would save her bottom when they got home! When the round was finished Jamie asks if she could work on her short game for a while , Susan agreed and watched sipping and ice tea on the clubhouse patio. Jamie tried to concentrate on her practice, but could not keep from thinking about the spanking she had coming. After about and hour Aunt Susan called to Jamie it was time to go , and Jamie slowly walked toward the patio. Checking her tee time for tomorrows qualifying round and how many spots were available ( 915 tee time 40 spots for 60 girls) the only two block ride to Aunt Susan's house seem to last forever. As they entered the house Aunt Susan ask if Jamie's panties were dry Jamie nodded yes, do you have to potty, nodding Aunt Susan told the girl to go take care of it and report back to her! Jamie sat on the potty a scared little girl, realizing she needed to get it over with she wiped and washed her hands , slowly walked into the living room to find Aunt Susan. Take your shorts off dear and your shirt and shoes, Jamie did as she was told quickly standing there in training pants and ankle socks. So you like acting like a big girl using naughty words and throwing and slamming your clubs around! No ma.am. then why were you doing it? Jamie stammered I don't know I was not , I'm sorry Aunt Susan I will be good and began to sob. No crying yet young lady now get your nose in that corner and think about what you did till I come back! Time passed slowly for the young girl in the corner and she did think about why she was there. Jamie new those actions during the tournament could get her fined or suspended, but now it was going to get her spanked!!!!!! What seemed like hours passed, in reality about 15 minutes Aunt Susan returned to the room and called Jamie to her. Sitting down on a chair Susan reached up taking the girls arm and pulled her across her lap, did your corner time give you time to understand why you are here young lady. Sniffling yes ma'am I used bad words and slammed my clubs and throwed one I am sorry pweassssssssee don't spank me I won't do it again. Aunt Susan believes you Jamie , but you are being punished for what you did not what you might due in the future. This will help remind you how to behave , she said as she pulled the girls training pants to her ankles. Jamie began to cry immediately as Aunt Susan began to spank her small behind Smack Smack the punishment rained down as the small girl began to cry like a baby as suddenly as it began it ended and Aunt Susan gently rubbed the little girls behind. Jamie goes on tour chapter 8 the qualifying Jamie awoke early Monday morning from a restless sleep. She was not sure what time it was but could see the sun sneaking between her blinds ,as she lay in the bed thinking. Not knowing if Aunt Susan was up yet, she noticed how wet her nighttime diaper was , looked for her pacifier, found it put it in her mouth and began to suck on it! After a few minutes she stood up in her crib, started telling her teddy how scared she was about the qualifying round she had in front of her. A moment later Aunt Susan entered the nursery smiling and ask why should you be scared honey, I think your game is more than up to the task! Jamie looked at Aunt Susan with questions in her eyes, Aunt Susan pointed at the baby monitor, and lifted Jamie out of her crib and onto the changing table. I sow wry I wake Aunt Susan. No you did not Aunt Susan answered I have been awake a while, and began changing her diaper! After breakfast they arrived at the golf course about and hour before Jamie's Tee Time. Jamie was dressed again in training pants yellow shorts. and a yellow and white golf shirt! Jamie warmed up on the practice range, and putting green, with Aunt Susan by her side! Jamie said to Aunt Susan that she did not think she was ready, and she was scared she might embarrass her self? Aunt Susan told Jamie that the only thing she had to worry about, was minding her manners and everything else would be just fine! Jamie suddenly remembers her still sore behind and made a note to mind her manners and watch her language ! Well the qualifying went fine and Jamie was not only in the tournament , but went on to post a two under par total for the tournament. Giving the young rookie girl a top ten finish, and full exemption on the tour for the rest of the year! Jamie was very quite as they returned home to Aunt Susan's house, Susan just figured the girl was tired and told Jamie to go play in her room while she fixed dinner! Later Susan entered the girl's room to the sound of soft crying. Their was two half packed suitcases on the floor , and Jamie pacifier in mouth, hugging her teddy bear, was sitting next to the suitcases crying softly! What do you think you are doing young lady said Susan as she picked the girl up walking to the chair, and placed the girl on her lap. Pa pa packing said the sobbing girl , I have to leave . Where do you think your going young lady ! Jamie sobbed to the next tournament Aunt Susan. Were you planning on going by yourself? Yes I guess said Jamie ! Young lady you are not aloud to cross the street by yourself what makes you think I will let you go to a tournament, by yourself? Jamie looked at Aunt Susan, you mean I can't go ? Oh sweetie you are exempt on the tour now of course you can go, but not without Mommy!!!!!!!! The young girl suddenly stopped crying and hugged Susan's neck, Mommy you coming too said Jamie! Of course sweetie you don't think Mommy would let her little girl go alone, who would take care of you! Jamie sat up in Susan's lap smiled and fought back tears, thank you ,thank you the girl stammered I love you mommy! Kissing the girl all over her face, and Mommy loves her baby girl.                                                                                                                   The End (for now) (So those were the only two stories on Baby Tail done by Kenk7us, I don't know if the writer did a sequel to either The Teacher or Jamie Goes On Tour or did any other stories, hope they did. If anyone has a link to other stories by this writer I would appreciate it. Now I'm going to post the other stories from the baby tail website, but its going to be a bit of time as I'm pretty busy and I have to copy and paste a lot. Lastly I would really like to hear your thoughts on the stories from this author and what do you think of them, so give a like a comment and I'll see you all later.)

Anna and Ryan are taken to "recreation" and find out exactly where they are.  ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Anna and Ryan were chivvied over to the changing table. Anna was the first to be lifted up. The guards were none too gentle about changing her diaper, she saw Ryan balling his hands up and wanting to intervene, but he didn’t say anything. She was glad. Anything he did say was only likely to get them into more trouble. A fresh diaper was taped on to Anna and the flaps of the onesie pressed together. She was pulled off the table and stumbled a few crinkling steps before Ryan was told to get on to the padded surface. Anna wanted to look away. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed that her husband had been reduced to having his diaper changed like her, it was his obvious embarrassment. She didn’t want to add to it. “Don’t get too many men on this table.” The guard dealing with the diaper said with a smirk that transmitted through his words, “If you can be called a man.” “I’m more of a man than you.” Ryan growled. Ryan let out a strangled yelp and Anna tried to rush over, but she was held strongly in place. The guard dealing with Ryan had grabbed his balls and although wasn’t squeezing them too tightly, the message was clear. The guard had all the power and Ryan was in no place to argue. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just let go after a few seconds and returned to the diaper change. Once Ryan’s onesie had been done back up, he was let off the table. Anna pulled free from her guard and rushed over to him. He had a red face but caught her in a hug. “Are you OK?” Anna asked quietly. “Yeah, don’t worry about me.” Ryan replied. “Well, isn’t that the sweetest sight.” The guard that was disposing of Ryan’s wet diaper said, “Come along, lovebirds, time for recreation.” Anna and Ryan were led down a wide hall. Everything was a sterile white and brightly lit, the only other people they saw were other guards going up and down. The corridor had doors on either side, each one locked tightly closed and with a series of letters and numbers etched on to it. Anna guessed they were more “cells” where unlucky people were being tortured in the name of the government. Anna found herself thinking about Jane, she had been through a place like this, maybe this one in particular. Where was she now? At the far end of the corridor from Anna and Ryan’s room there were a set of double doors. There were two guards posted outside and whilst Anna and Ryan were stopped, one of the guards went over to speak with them. The guard on the door nodded and checked a few settings on a tablet before nodding again. He raised a keycard and scanned it; there was a click as the door unlocked. It was pushed open as Anna was shoved in the back to move forwards. “Jesus…” Ryan muttered from behind Anna. The room was huge and decked out just like a nursery. The pastel-coloured walls had guards armed with what looked like tasers every few feet, and they surrounded what must’ve been at least fifty women in onesies and diapers identical to the ones Anna and Ryan were wearing. Anna’s mouth was hanging open as she looked around the room and saw men in white coats walking around and checking on the women every so often, the “care givers”, no doubt. The room seemed full of toys whilst the backwall was lined with crib and, to the right, was a long line of changing tables, several of which seemed to be constantly occupied. Anna backed up a step until she hit Ryan, his hands went to her shoulders. They had both quickly noticed that, aside from the employees, Ryan was the only male to be seen. “Have fun, girls.” One of the guards said. Anna looked around to see their escort leaving the room and closing the door behind them. It clicked shut with finality. They now found themselves stuck together in the nursery and completely unsure of what to do. “Is this what Finishing School is?” Ryan muttered. “I… I don’t know.” Anna replied. Anna was confused. She had heard the horror stories of Finishing Schools; she had seen the effects they could have at close hand. Jane may not have been in one for very long, but it completely broke her, it had taken medical intervention to “fix” her. This was a nursery. Sure, it wasn’t where Anna wanted to be, but it didn’t look too different to the one she had found herself in back at the college. “What do we do?” Ryan asked quietly. “I don’t know.” Anna said again. She had no answers. “Ah, new arrivals?” A man started walking towards them. He was older and smiled in a kindly way. Pretty much the first face which didn’t show utter contempt that Anna had seen since they had arrived. “We ju-… Hey!” Ryan started to speak but as the man reached them, he automatically reached down to squeeze the padding over Ryan’s crotch. Ryan jumped back. “Procedures, you understand.” The man said. Anna was more used to such invasions of her privacy. When the man’s hand reached down to her crotch, she simply closed her eyes and waited for it to be withdrawn. They were both dry, of course. They’d only just been changed after all. “Our first male guest.” The man said as he peered curiously at Ryan, “I hear you’ve been causing a spot of bother.” “Please, what is this place?” Anna asked. “Is it… Finishing School?” Ryan added. “Finishing School?” The man chuckled, “They must really have given you a fright, hmm? No, no, this isn’t Finishing School. Do you think such a place would have so much fun available for the girls?” The man’s arms spread out as if to show off the activities on display. Sure, for a small child it would’ve likely been very exciting, but it didn’t hold any interest for Anna. That said, she still let out a smile. Just knowing they weren’t in the dreadful place they’d been threatened with was enough to ease their minds just a little. If they had been in Finishing School, chances where they were done for, since they weren’t, it seemed to Anna like it meant the powers that be still had a plan to use them. “Well, on you go then.” The man said as he stepped aside, “I’m Mr. Roberts, by the way. I’m in charge here, if you need anything, just cry.” Anna stepped uncertainly forwards. Ryan was staying as close as possible to her, she felt bad. As new and scary as this was for her it must’ve been a hundred times worse for her husband who had never experienced any of this first hand. “What is this place?” Ryan asked in hushed tones. “I don’t know.” Anna replied simply. “Well, what do we do?” Ryan continued. Anna looked at him and saw he was bright red. Of course, even though Ryan had dispensed with any of the toxic masculinity that plagued Sallas, he was still a guy who probably didn’t like being humiliated in front of so many people, especially the men. “Well, would you prefer finger painting or building blocks?” Anna asked. “I’m being serious!” Ryan exclaimed. “And so am I.” Anna turned to face her husband and took both his hands in hers, “Look, I don’t know where we are, but you heard Mr. Roberts, right? This ISN’T Finishing School.” “So?” Ryan asked. “So…” Anna said, stretching the word out, “If we’re not in Finishing School then they still see some use for us. Sooner or later, they will be around to tell us what that use is. In the meantime… I guess we play.” “Play?” Ryan looked at Anna as if he had never heard the word before, “Anna, I don’t know how to do that…” “It’ll be OK.” Anna said as she took her husband’s hand, “Just follow my lead.” Learning that the pair of them wasn’t in a Finishing School had significantly lifted Anna’s mood. Now that she knew she wasn’t going to have her brain wiped she was able to relax, at least a small amount. Anna looked at the room at large. There were quite a few women in it, a lot of them seemed, at least at first glance, to be totally regressed. Realising that the longer they stood there, the more attention they brought to themselves, Anna took Ryan’s hand and pulled him forward. His reluctance was obvious with every step. “Here. We can sit down and do some art.” Anna said as she headed towards the tables set up with finger paints. “Anna…” Ryan didn’t seem happy with this way of things. “Just sit down and we can talk.” Anna said. Anna sat in a seat and pulled some paper towards her. She wasn’t usually this proactive about playing, but then she didn’t usually have someone who really needed her to take responsibility. She didn’t want them to draw attention to themselves. If they refused to take part, it could easily end badly. The daycare at Ryan’s college was still fresh in her mind, and she knew things could’ve gone a lot worse for her there as well. “Anna, I don’t…” Ryan started. Anna pulled a piece of paper across the table and placed it in front of Ryan. There was paint in between them. Anna looked up at the other inhabitants at the table, most had already gone back to their art but one seemed to be taking more of an interest. “Just… paint.” Anna said. Ryan looked very confused. Anna moved first, dipping her finger into some paint and putting it on the paper in front of her. In truth, she wasn’t particularly happy about having to do what she was doing, but the relief that she wasn’t in a Finishing School was enough to make her feel like she was on cloud nine. The question then became: What would happen next? Anna knew the government took a zero-tolerance approach to anything it considered to be terrorism. The Rose Resistance was considered to be a group of criminals, helping them could have dire consequences. The fact that they weren’t already locked up suggested the couple still had some value. Maybe it was as tools of propaganda, maybe it was for information, the worst part of it all was that they could only sit there and wait. “I recognise you!” The woman who had been paying more attention to Anna and Ryan suddenly spoke up. “You do?” Anna frowned. She was certain she had never seen this woman in her life. “Uh huh.” The woman said with a big smile and a nod, “On the TV!” “Oh.” Anna replied. Of course. It was a fact she wasn’t yet used to. That most people in the country recognised her face, saw her as the happy perfect example of what a Sallasian woman could and should be. The woman was still staring at Anna as if she were awestruck. She was pretty, with freckles either side of a small nose, deep green eyes and long blonde hair that seemed to go most of the way down her back. She also seemed like one of the few women that hadn’t been regressed quite as much as the others, though she was still obviously thickly padded under her onesie. Anna realised she could be a font of information. “What’s your name?” Anna asked. “Georgie.” The woman replied, “I know you’re Anna… and that’s Ryan!” Ryan seemed determined not to look up. He was embarrassed about being there, understandably. It was doubtful that many men found there way into a place like this, certainly not on the padded side of things. “So, erm, what is this place?” Anna asked, looking to distract the woman and save Ryan from having to answer the obvious question of why he was there. “Daddy calls it Daycare.” Georgie said, “It’s for the girls of gover-… goberne-…” “Government?” Anna suggested when it became obvious Georgie was struggling. Anna wondered if she had spent some time in a Finishing School or if her partial regression was the product of her husband’s efforts. “Uh huh. Mostly.” Georgie nodded enthusiastically, “The important men.” “So, they send girls here whilst they work?” Anna asked.  “Yep.” Georgie replied, “Sometimes Daddy sends me here if he wants time alone too. It’s OK, there’s lots of toys and stuff.” Anna smiled at Georgie through her disgust. So many women just casually put away when not needed as if they were toys. So much potential being lost, women who could’ve been smart or athletic or brilliant in any number of ways being made into little dolls. Anna balled her hands up and felt for a second like she might explode before Ryan distracted her, with a hand placed on hers. “Stay calm.” Ryan whispered. Anna looked at her husband and, for a moment, was about to explode at him, was about to say it was easy for him to tell her to remain calm when he didn’t know what it was like for her. She looked down at the way Ryan was dressed and being forced to act, and she felt the anger abate. He did know. Anna nodded and then turned back to the table. She had to remember the nursery back at college, she had to remember how she got through that and do the same thing again. It was scary, she had no idea when they would be getting out, but she had to clear her mind. Dan needed her. For as adrift as she felt, he was even more lost. He may not have been the alpha male that Sallas wanted, but he was still being reduced in position and, no doubt, was humiliated by it. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mlxalm49fdee1a22 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2354556

Thank you. It was certainly a very cathartic ending to write. I have no problem with stories like this that end with someone growing very close to their rescuer. However, I thought after everything Alice went through, there was no way she would want that, at least not right away. The trauma is very raw and real. Now, in the future, when some time has passed, might she return to diapers, dealing with her trauma through kink? I'm not saying it isn't possible. If that is the future anyone reads for Alice then I won't blame them. For the immediate future though, Alice needs to deal with what happened before she can even think about anything like that.  And Kat is a true friend. I didn't write any romance into the relationship, but again, if anyone wants to read it with a romantic twist with Kat and Alice ending up together, that's absolutely cool with me!

Only in a forum like this could you say you were never a bedwetter as a child but that now your are — and I could reply “Congratulations!  You are an encouragement to so many here” — and I would not be considered thoughtless.  It gives hope to those who struggle with their nighttime dryness. No doubt those here who aspire to what you have accomplished pay close attention to what you write. I’m not much help with that since I had a natural head-start, managing to stay asleep as I wet the diaper at least through age 8 or 9.  The question that remains unanswered is how much my drinking extra water while showering each night before bed kept a good thing going.  Or would I have stopped wetting in my sleep if I had not forced the issue?  I’ll never know.  But since I produce so much urine at night, I think it would have been permanent no matter what I did. And yes, 2.5+ liters per night is a lot. It will often overwhelm a MegaMax and MegaMax stuffer. I hate talking about it to my doctor because while that output is the truth, I’m lying when I agree it would be nice to solve the problem.  Actually, it’s not a problem and I don’t want a “solution.” I did manage to share that it’s been a thing my whole life, my pediatrician prescribed nothing for it, so let’s leave things as they are. Doctor probably thinks I’m a nut. If she prescribed something to reduce nighttime urination, I’d just throw the prescription out and say it must not have worked.  My diabetes is well under control, my blood pressure is fine, my weight is 175 at 6’. We don’t discuss bedwetting anymore. And I do wet the bed every night.  All looks good to me.  Just this damn daytime dryness problem to fix.