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Chapter 77 I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a pee and when I came back into the room, Betsy was still curled up in bed, thumb in her mouth, absentmindedly rubbing the front of her diaper. She looked peaceful, lost in her own little world. I walked over, sat beside her, and gently brushed her hair back. Morning, sleepyhead, I said softly. How about we start the day with something new? She looked at me, curious. Sure. What are you thinking about doing? I smiled. I’m going to show you. With that, I scooped her up in my arms, her sleepy giggle soft against my chest. I carried her over to the changing table and laid her down gently, the morning light casting a quiet glow across the room. Time to get you out of that nighttime diaper, I said with a wink. She nodded, her thumb slipping from her mouth as she blinked up at me. Okay… I’m ready. As I had her legs up in the air cleaning her bottom and putting the ointment and powder. You know, that talk we had with our moms last night… I think it was their way of giving us permission to enjoy ourselves. Betsy turned her head slightly, her brow furrowed. What do you mean, her thumb slipping from her mouth I’m going to show you in just a bit, I said softly, keeping my tone light and reassuring. Let me finish cleaning you up first. With the surprise that I had in mind, I wanted it to start her day with warmth and a smile. After I was done wiping ointment and powder off her crotch. I started to rub her cilt and boy did she give me a surprise look on her face, but she didn’t ask me to stop. I ask her if she was enjoying it, and behind her thumb that was once again being suck on. She just smiled and nodded her head yes, do you want me to continue on, once again she nodded yes. Ok then here we go. As my left hand was rubbing her cilt, with my right hand I started playing with her vagina. Within about a minute she removed her thumb and told me to put my fingers in and to get her off now. It didn’t take long for her to climax after that. I waited for a bit and asked her if she was having a good start to the day. All what she said was, it started off very well and thank you for that. I smiled at her response, feeling a quiet sense of connection. I’m really glad to hear that, I said softly. And with our moms’ talk last night… I think it was their way of giving us permission to enjoy ourselves. Betsy turned her head slightly, her eyes thoughtful. You really think so? Yes, I do, I said, watching her expression soften into a quiet smile. She reached for my hand, her fingers curling gently around mine. It’s nice to feel understood. Like they see us—not just what we do, but who we are. With that, I helped her off the changing table and guided her through getting dressed—something light and cozy for the day ahead. Once she was ready, we wandered out to the sunlit table on the patio, letting the warmth of the morning settle around us. We didn’t do much that day. No big plans, no rushing around. Just the kind of quiet that feels like a gift—sipping juice from sun-warmed glasses, swapping stories that drifted lazily between memory and imagination, and letting the sunlight settle on our skin like a soft blanket. It was one of those rare days when time slowed down, softened at the edges, and simply being together felt like the most important thing in the world. After dinner, we lingered outside, drawn by the golden hush of evening. The patio glowed with the last light of day, and the air held a gentle warmth that clung to our shoulders. Crickets began their nightly serenade, a low hum that filled the spaces between our words. Overhead, the sky deepened into velvet, and the first stars blinked into view—timid and scattered, like shy dancers waiting for their cue. I leaned toward Betsy, her small frame curled into the chair, eyes reflecting the fading light. Time to head inside so I can get you ready for bed, I said softly. She turned her gaze upward, her expression blooming with wonder. Can I stay out a little longer? I want to watch the stars. I smiled, touched by the sincerity in her voice. Of course. I’ll be right back. When I returned, arms full of her changing supplies—a fresh diaper, plastic pants and her favorite lavender-scented lotion—Betsy looked up at me with wide, curious eyes. Her mom glanced over from her seat, raising an amused eyebrow and smiling. Are you really going to put her in a diaper out here? I nodded without hesitation. Yep. That way she won’t miss a single star. She laughed, shaking her head. Honestly, that’s a great idea. Betsy giggled softly, her gaze never leaving the sky. The stars had multiplied since sunset, scattered like glitter across a navy canvas. I laid the supplies out beside her— wipes tucked under a soft blanket, the fresh diaper ready. The patio lights cast a gentle glow, just enough to see by without dimming the magic above. I knelt beside her and gently helped her to her feet. She moved slowly, dreamily, her eyes still locked on the constellations overhead. Not a single word passed between us, but her silence spoke volumes. She was completely at peace—wrapped in the quiet wonder of the night, the comfort of familiar hands, and the joy of being allowed to linger just a little longer in the starlight. Once she was undressed, I laid her down gently on the soft grass, the blades cool and springy beneath her skin. The stars above blinked quietly, casting a silvery glow that made the moment feel almost sacred. I moved through the bedtime routine with quiet focus—wipes, ointment, diaper—each step familiar now, almost meditative. Her mom, seated a few feet away, watched with a warm smile. You’ve come a long way with her, she said softly. I remember how unsure you were that first time. Then, with a gentle tilt of her head, she added, “I was just looking—are you sure you’re using enough diaper rash ointment on her? I glanced up, meeting her eyes with a quiet smile. Thank you. It’s gotten easier with time—and with her trust. I reached for the ointment tube again, adding a little more with care. I appreciate the reminder. I want her to be comfortable, especially out here. Before long, she was snug in her nighttime diaper, her gaze still fixed on the sky as if the stars were whispering secrets meant only for her. Betsy shifted slightly, her eyes still wide with wonder, completely at peace beneath the stars. The night wrapped around us like a lullaby, and in that moment, everything felt just right. Her mom nodded approvingly, her voice warm. Good. You’re doing a great job. With everything done, I gently helped Betsy to her feet. She moved slowly, still wrapped in the quiet spell of the night. As she turned to settle into the nearby chair, I gave her a couple of soft pats on her diapered bottom—an instinctive gesture, tender and familiar, like a quiet ritual passed down through generations. Curious, I turned to my mom. Why does everyone do that? She smiled, her eyes distant with memory. Son, I used to do that to you too. It’s just a way to show love. A little gesture that says, ‘You’re cared for, you’re safe.’ The words settled over me like the evening air—gentle, grounding. For the next hour, we stayed outside, wrapped in blankets and starlight. The sky deepened into a canvas of constellations, and the crickets sang their steady lullaby. Betsy sat quietly, her eyes tracing patterns above, her body relaxed and content. Then, leaning in close, she whispered, I need to pee… I was thinking of going inside to use the bathroom. I looked at her with a soft smile and said, you can just use your diaper. That’s what it’s there for, and our moms won’t say anything. They understand. She hesitated; her gaze still locked on the stars above. Okay… I just didn’t want to make it a big deal. I squeezed her hand gently, reassuring. It’s not. Just relax and enjoy the stars. The night settled around us again, quiet and comforting. A few minutes passed in peaceful silence, the kind that only comes when trust is present. I could sense her letting go—not just physically, but emotionally too. She was allowing herself to be fully in the moment, unburdened. The faint rustle beneath her broke the stillness just enough to confirm what I already knew. I glanced over and saw the soft shimmer of dampness beneath her plastic pants, barely visible in the starlight. She gave a small smile, and we sat quietly again, letting the stars keep us company as the evening wrapped around us like a warm blanket. The night was still, the kind that made you forget about clocks and calendars and just breathe. After a while, I stood up, scooped Betsy into my arms, and began heading back toward the cabin. Her body was relaxed, her head resting against my shoulder, still dreamy from the stargazing. As we passed my mom, she glanced over with a knowing smirk. Looks like someone’s in need of a diaper change, she teased, her voice light. I nodded, smiling. That’s exactly where we’re headed. A few minutes later, after a quick and gentle change, I tucked Betsy into bed, smoothing the blanket over her and brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyes fluttered sleepily, but she still had that spark of curiosity. I’ll be right back, I whispered. She looked up at me, then pointed with innocent precision. Are you going to the bathroom to take care of that big problem? I blinked, then chuckled, caught off guard by her bluntness. Yes, I am. But before I could even reach the door, I heard the soft patter of feet behind me. Betsy, wide-eyed and determined, was already trailing after me into the bathroom—her bedtime curiosity, clearly not quite ready to rest. -
I have a similar situation to this, and am also wondering about the urethral stent. I've have a bunch of sphincyerotomy surgeries to open me up and make me constantly drip. Except when sitting on something hard, or when lying on my side, my bladder will fill up and I'll get another painful urge. I believe my urethra is getting pinched or clamped shut, and wonder if a stwnt would work tockeep me open. I know the older stents were mesh frames, which actually promotes strictures. And they often need to be removed 1-2 years later due to developing a new blockage. So that was never an option for my situation. But some new stents are closed cell or closed wall, and are made with a biocompatible coating that prevents strictures. I'm following up with a doctor at the Mayo clinic, but they've already said no stents due to their older complications, and my own history with strictures. Still, I have to wonder if the new ones might be an option. -
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By Primcess Mauve · Posted
I saw something recently suggesting that the 1st week of going 24/7 is the hardest and I’m wondering if that should be my goal. I feel like I’m getting more comfortable buying diapers and wearing out and about, but still a bit unsure if I’m ready to make the jump. I’m thinking 1 week seems more reasonable to where I can try that then decide if I still want this
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