North Dakota

So how had it gone, and are you going to have your prostrate removed? I had my prostrate removed many years ago. They used the nerve sparring technique, but I'm not able to get erect until I'm about to cum. It ruined my sex life, but I can still mastrubate and reach a climax. No regrets since it needed to be removed due to a stricture and 100% blockage, but there's a potential down side too.

Chapter 21 – Return to the Park Durning breakfast the next day, I found myself complaining again. ‘Do we have to go to the park?’ I groaned. ‘You enjoyed it last time’, replied Christina as she scooped a bowl of cereal into my mouth, ‘we’ll have a nice picnic again’. ‘Can’t we stay here instead?’ I asked hopefully. ‘Don’t be silly’, smiled Christina, ‘it’s a beautiful day outside’. I sulked and finished my cereal in silence. I was slowly getting used to being out in public with my nappy on but it still made me feel very anxious. After a quick shower and a clean nappy, I was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Christina picked up my bonnet and mittens. A wave of horror washed over me at the thought of wearing those in public. ‘Don’t worry’, Christina grinned, ‘I think we’ll leave these here for now’. I sighed with relief and watched as she packed my changing bag. She showed me one of my dummies. ‘I won’t forget your dummy this time’, she giggled and placed it into the bag. I almost hoped that she would forget it if there was a chance of being breastfed again. It wasn’t long before the car was packed and we were on the road. As we drove closer to the park, I felt relaxed and a lot more at ease this time. However, as I shuffled around on my seat, I felt my nappy squelching and groaned knowing that I had wet myself. ‘Everything alright?’ asked Christina. I lowered my head, ‘I’ve wet myself’. ‘Already?’ exclaimed Christina, ‘I’ve only just put that nappy on you’. ‘I’m sorry’, I said with a defeated look on my face. ‘It’s ok’, Christina smiled, ‘we’ll head straight to the restrooms when we arrive’. After parking up, Christina got the picnic bag and my changing bag out of the car. Thankfully, she didn’t mention anything about having to hold her hand which was a relief. As we walked through the busy park, it felt kind of thrilling to know that I was walking past all of these people and not one of them knew that I was going to have my nappy changed. It made me wonder if maybe there were other people in the park who were also wearing a nappy for whatever reason. We arrived at the restrooms and I was relieved to see that the baby changing room was vacant. I quickly looked around to make sure that nobody was watching before we headed inside. After locking the door, Christina quickly pulled down my shorts before helping me onto the changing table. My nappy made a large squelch as I laid down. ‘You’ve really soaked this nappy, Jake’, exclaimed Christina, ‘we might have to start doubling up your nappies’. I wasn’t keen on that idea. I waddled about like a toddler with just one nappy on let alone two. Christina quickly cleaned me up before applying a dry nappy. I hopped off the changing table and had my shorts pulled up whilst Christina disposed of my wet nappy. She then walked over to the cubical that was in the room. ‘I’m just going to use the toilet’, she told me, ‘you can wait outside but don’t run off’. ‘I promise I won’t’, I replied as I unlocked the door and walked out. However, as I did, I heard a familiar voice. ‘Hi Jake’, said the voice, ‘fancy seeing you here’. I turned around to see Samantha. I froze in shock for a second before I found the ability to speak. ‘Hi Samatha’, I replied, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘I’m just here with some friends’, she smiled, ‘what about you?’ ‘Oh I’m…erm…here with my Auntie’, I said awkwardly. ‘Cool’ she replied before looking slightly puzzled, ‘were you just in the baby changing room?’ I began to panic but did my best to focus on her beautiful blue eyes. ‘Erm yes I was’, I replied whilst trying to hide my increasing anxiety. ‘I didn’t know that you had a baby’, she joked. ‘I don’t have a baby’, I laughed nervously, ‘it was just…erm…the men’s restrooms were really dirty and so I used the baby changing room instead’. ‘Ah, I see’, she grinned. I felt bad lying to her but I couldn’t exactly tell her the truth. However, before I could say anything else, Christina walked out and instantly recognised Samantha. ‘Oh, hello again’, she smiled. ‘Hi’ replied Samantha before she started to look confused again, ‘you were in the baby changing room as well?’ ‘Yes she was’, I quickly blurted out, ‘the women’s restroom is just as dirty as the men’s’. Christina looked very puzzled as to what was going on but remained silent. ‘Oh I see, thanks for the heads up’, she grinned, ‘I might use the baby changing room as well then, nice to see you both’. I watched in amazement as she headed into the baby changing room and locked the door. ‘What was that about?’ asked Christina. I told her that I had made up an excuse about why I was in the baby changing room. ‘You shouldn’t really tell lies’, she frowned, ‘but I understand why you did it’. We left the restrooms and walked through the park. I felt slightly embarrassed that Samantha was now in the same room as my wet nappy but there was no way that she would ever figure out the real reason that I was in there. Eventually, we managed to find a nice spot in the shade. Christina set out the picnic blanket and I helped her arrange the food. However, she began to rummage through my changing bag. ‘I don’t believe it’, Christina chuckled to herself. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked. ‘Well, I remembered your dummy this time but I forgot to pack your bib’, she replied. ‘Oh, that’s a shame’, I lied, ‘I guess I’ll just have to be really careful that I don’t spill anything’. With that, we began eating. It felt nice to be eating sandwiches again for my lunch instead of baby food. I saw Christina pull out a large drinks bottle. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘I made myself a large bottle of water’, she replied, ‘it’s important to stay hydrated’. She then pulled out a baby bottle full of juice. ‘This is for you’, she said, ‘don’t worry, I’ve made you up another one in case you’re still thirsty’. ‘Thanks’, I mumbled. I continued eating and would take a quick sip from my bottle every now and then. I felt slightly on edge knowing that Samantha was at the park and made sure to check my surroundings before drinking from my bottle. The best thing about it all was the fact that I wasn’t wearing my mittens. I was actually able to use my fingers for a change which made life a lot easier. As much as I hated my bonnet, it probably would have kept the sun out of my eyes on a day like today. I spent the next twenty minutes eating and reminiscing over my time with Christina. It hadn’t always been an easy journey, but she had always looked after me and I felt completely safe with her. Suddenly, my train of thought was interrupted. ‘We really must stop meeting like this’, I heard someone say. I turned around to see Samantha again. The sunshine seemed to glow all around her and she looked absolutely stunning. ‘Hello again’, I smiled, ‘I thought you were with your friends’. ‘I was but they’ve left now’, replied Samantha, ‘I was just on my way home when I recognised you’. ‘You’re welcome to join us’, said Christina. ‘Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude’, replied Samantha gracefully. ‘Nonsense’, grinned Christina, ‘the more the merrier’. ‘Thank you’, said Samantha as she sat down next to me. I looked over at Christina who gave me a playful wink in return. I could tell that she was rooting for me and really wanted Samantha and I to hook up. I noticed her discreetly move my changing bag behind her back. I turned to Samantha, ‘there’s some cupcakes if you’d like one’. ‘Ooh yummy’, grinned Samantha and picked up a cupcake. I watched her as she ate her cupcake. She even looked gorgeous when she was eating. After finishing her cupcake, Samantha wiped her forehead. ‘Phew, it’s getting pretty warm’, she exclaimed, ‘could I possibly have a drink?’ She suddenly looked down to see what I was drinking and I saw her jaw drop. ‘Are you drinking from a baby bottle?’ she asked puzzled as she looked down at the bottle of juice next to me. A feeling of horror washed over my body. I had been so distracted by Samantha that it hadn’t even occurred to me that my bottle was on full display. ‘No…I mean…yeah…erm’ I picked up the bottle and started to panic but luckily Christina came to my rescue. ‘That’s actually my fault’, admitted Christina, ‘I usually bring some plastic cups but I accidentally left them at my sister’s house. I didn’t want to bring any drinking glasses in case they got broken and so the only thing left was a baby bottle that I keep for when my niece comes to visit’. Samantha listened closely before shrugging her shoulders, ‘fair enough’. For someone who didn’t tell lies, Christina was pretty good at it. ‘You can have one if you’d like dear’, offered Christina. ‘A baby bottle?’ Samantha giggled, ‘sounds fun’. I watched in amazement as Christina pulled out my spare baby bottle full of juice and handed it to Samantha. ‘This is hilarious’, Samatha laughed as she examined the bottle before tapping it against mine, ‘cheers’. Both Christina and I looked dumbfounded as Samantha stuck the nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. I watched as she began gulping down the juice. She looked incredibly cute and strangely attractive. Samantha removed the nipple and sighed. ‘That’s so refreshing’ she smiled before sticking the nipple back into her mouth and continued to drink from the bottle. I knew right then and there that she was the one for me. I grinned and began drinking my bottle next to her. Christina couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of two twenty-one-year-olds drinking from their baby bottles. It didn’t take long before Samantha finished her juice. ‘Thank you for that’, she said as she removed the nipple from her mouth, ‘it’s been a long time since I’ve drank from a baby bottle’. I couldn’t relate and blushed at the fact that I’d already had a bottle of juice at breakfast. Samantha then turned to Christina and grinned. ‘Is this the part where you burp me like a baby?’ she giggled. ‘I can burp you anytime you would like’, Christina replied. The two women started laughing. Being burped was a regular thing for me and so I struggled to find the joke amusing. Although, they had only been joking, I got quite excited at the thought of Samantha getting burped and babied. I felt myself getting a small erection. I shuffled around to try and get comfortable but suddenly immediately lost my erection. Something far worse had happened in my nappy. I was soaking wet. I panicked and quickly checked my shorts for wet patches but thankfully I couldn’t see any. Samantha didn’t seem to notice but Christina was used to it by now. She raised her eyebrow at me in suspicion. All I could do was discreetly nod my head and confirm that I’d wet myself again. ‘Well’, said Christina, ‘it’s probably time that we were heading off’. ‘Oh ok’, replied Samantha who looked slightly disappointed, ‘let me help you tidy up’. ‘That’s very kind of you dear’, smiled Christina. Samantha scooped up all of the empty packaging and looked around the park. ‘I see a trash can over there’, she said as she stood up with the rubbish in her arms, ‘I won’t be a minute’. When she was out of ear shot, I frantically turned to Christina. ‘Please don’t change me here’, I begged. ‘Jake, you need your nappy changing’, confirmed Christina. ‘Samantha might see me,’ I panicked, ‘I’m begging you, please can we wait until we home?’ Christina wasn’t keen on the idea but she could see the look of fear in my eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin my chance with Samantha. ‘Very well’, Christina said nodding her head. ‘Thank you, Auntie’, I replied as I embraced her in a hug, ‘I love you’. Christina suddenly pulled back slightly. She had tears in her eyes. However, they weren’t sad tears, they were tears of happiness. Her entire life she had always wanted a child of her own and now she pretty much had one. She wrapped her arms around me. ‘I love you too sweetie’, she said softly and kissed me on top of my head. She let go of me and began packing away that last bits of the picnic. ‘As soon as we get home, we need to change your nappy’, Christina told me. ‘Okay Auntie’, I replied. ‘Change your nappy?’ I suddenly heard Samantha say from behind me. I span around to see her standing there with another confused look on her face. She looked over at Christina. ‘Did you just say…you were going to change his nappy?’ she asked. Christina was speechless and for the first time she actually looked over at me for help. If ever there was a time to grow up and take responsibility, it was now. I couldn’t exactly tell Samantha the whole truth but I could at least tell her some of it. I took a deep breath. ‘The thing is…for a little while now I’ve been…having a few accidents’, I said whilst trying my hardest not to blush, ‘it was becoming quite frequent and so I decided the best solution would be to…wear a nappy’. I felt my bottom lip begin to quiver and I could feel the tears beginning to appear in my eyes. Samantha took hold of my hand and smiled. ‘It’s nothing to be embarrassed about’, she said as she saw that I was beginning to get a little bit upset, ‘can I tell you a secret?’ ‘What’s that?’ I asked as I wiped my eyes. ‘I wore nappies until I was eight-years-old’, she admitted. ‘Really?’ I asked in amazement. ‘I had a bit of a bedwetting problem and so my parents kept me in nappies’, she explained, ‘I’m not ashamed of it, I was just a late developer’. I began to feel slightly calmer and smiled. Samantha leaned in closer. ‘Can I tell you another secret?’ she whispered into my ear. I nodded. ‘I went to a friend’s birthday party a few weeks ago’, she said, ‘I had a bit too much to drink and ended up wetting the bed’. ‘You did?’ I replied. ‘Yep’, she grinned, ‘I wish I’d have been wearing a nappy that night’. I couldn’t help but giggle. The thought of Samantha wearing a nappy felt very exciting. I wondered if maybe we would wear them together someday. I snapped back into reality as she put her arm around me. ‘You don’t need to be embarrassed’ Samantha assured me, ‘I promise I won’t tell a soul’. With that, she gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I suddenly felt warm and fuzzy inside with a big smile appearing on my face. ‘Anyway, I’ll let you guys get going’, she said, ‘thank you for the cupcake and the...erm…baby bottle’. We said our goodbyes and watched her walk away. She turned around one final time. ‘See you at work on Monday’, she called out before disappearing into the crowd. My brain quickly began working out how long I had spent with Christina. I couldn’t quite believe it but my break from work was almost up. I would soon be forced to face adulthood once again. However, as I held onto Christina’s hand and walked across the park in my soggy nappy, I wondered how easy it would be to leave babyhood behind.

I have been reading alongside you and finally commenting. Really nice slow unfolding of this story, appreciate the way they have grown together and really love the mutual nature of the relationship!

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.