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The Federal Work Farm Dee Beth ©2025 Prelude I am about to tell the story of how my 20-yr long career of being a federal marshal mostly doing prisoner transfers, suddenly changed and took a turn I could never have imagined. A bit about myself, after graduation from collage studying criminal justice, I decided to try for a federal marshal’s job, believing that the benefits and challenges could be great for me. I was surprised that after being accepted, and doing the 9 months training, I found a position straight away transporting federal prisoners. It started with simple things like moving prisoners from county lockup into nearby federal prisons, but as I was soon getting a name for myself as being a no nonsense but always courthouse custodian, soon turned into something much more, doing the longer distance transports to central prisons, and eventually I was being assigned to oversee many of the female transports, again because of my reputation. Along the way, I met my first wife, who was a court clerk at one of the local jurisdictions, someone that I saw on many occasions as I was taking possession of some of the convicts that were assigned to me. We started to socialize away from work and within a year, we were married. What started out as a great relationship, soon started to fall apart, a good part of that because of my mother in law’s influence, but more on that latter. Unfortunately, our marriage only lasted just over 4 years, and because my travel was starting to become more of an issue, I never really considered any other relationships after that. Chapter 1 Was my life about to change Fast forward twenty years to what changed my career forever. As mentioned prior, I had been given many women prisoners to transfer, as my reputation of dealing with convicts allowed my superiors to understand that I could manage women without any of the obvious concerns when men were put into authority positions over women. I had a spotless record with regard to these prisoners, and got to know the warden of the Federal woman’s prison in the south west part of the country, the largest facility in the states, as my work took me there often. His name was James W (we never used last names in our business) and on a recent visit, he called me into his office as I finished up my transfer paperwork, and closed the door. He sat us down on a couch inside his office, and started to address me as he would typically say. Frank, I really appreciate all the work you have done in safely bringing many of these women in mates to their longer-term home here, but we have a bit of a dilemma and I believe you are just the person to help us solve it. He went on to say, you see Frank, we are plumb out of space here, but the demand for our services continues to rise as you should be aware of and what I am about to tell you, may be the solution. The warden went on to explain that the DHS did not want to expand this site, as at 600 beds, it is considered a maximum size facility to ensure safety, and housing needs of the inmates. There is no desire to build another facility, as some think that we should be considering more parole for these lifelong sentenced convicts, but we have another possibility, that could involve you. We were offered the opportunity to take over an abandoned military base, very secure and located well out in the sticks but not far from here. What we have in mind, is to move some of the older hardened gals out there, and prompt them to do something useful to sustain the cost of operating the facility. We feel it can house as many as 150 to 200 inmates if managed properly. As mentioned, it is very secure as it was once a very secret location, so has high walls, and fully contained facilities to manage the security necessary to house these tough ladies. He went on to say that the place needed a lot of work to change the barracks into secure cells, but that the facility was sound, with its own water, disposal, and power generation so it can operate off the grid if necessary. As I said, we want this facility to be somewhat self-supporting so what you come up with for these ladies to do is up to you. Originally this facility had its own vegetable gardens for the staff to maintain, and even a small dairy herd for fresh dairy products. Not sure what the condition of these parts of the facility are, but if you are agreeable, we can go there today and give it the once over. I was at a loss for words, until James put his arm on my shoulder and said, we wouldn’t have asked you if we had any doubt that you were not the man for the job, and keep in mind, it is a good promotion from the rating you now have, so could be your retirement nest egg if you consider it. What could I say but OK after that remark, so with that, we took the ~ 60-minute trip out into the sticks, where houses were few and far in between, until I saw as we rounded a corner, and descended into a valley, what appeared to be an over grown fortress. Chapter 2- Promise of much more We drove up to the entrance, where the gates were pushed open many years ago when the last person left, and drove into a court yard surrounded by many different buildings. I was amazed at the integrity of the buildings, as all were solid masonry builds, with solid windows up high, and secure locked doors. The warden had keys of course, and we entered the first which seemed to be an infirmary. There was enough light from the windows to see that it was in fact what we thought it was with exam and waiting rooms, and a few rooms with beds all intact. I was amazed at what good condition it all seemed to be in, maybe a result of the remote location or the federal warning signs still on the outer walls. We went on to see administrative buildings, barracks, and facilities rooms, all in good shape considering how long ago this facility was left vacant. On one side of the facility, we saw areas that appeared to have been cultivated years back, now grown over with weeds. We saw a shed nearby with tractors and utility tools, waiting to cultivate again around these areas. We walked to the other edge of the secured area and noticed what looked like a modern barn, and when entering it, found it was in fact a milking parlor, with a small refrigerated storage tank area, and an adjacent milking parlor with about a dozen areas were the cows were taken to be milked, with the equipment still hanging near these areas. It was very well built, with stations lined with poly materials such that any waste could be quickly washed away into drainage. As we ended our tour, I was again prompted to consider taking on the responsibility, as decisions had to be made within the month I was told. It was pointed out that as this facility was so remote, and could be kept as such, things could happen here that were not possible in the more apparent prison locations, and only long-term criminals would be moved here and would not have much visibility. And finally, this could be the beginning of a new direction in the lives of these lifelong convicts, and I would be responsible for all of that. Chapter 3 Decision time As the warden and I drove back, he pressed me for a decision, and I agreed to get back to him within a week. I had a few other questions, like how would the expenses of the restoration be covered, who would be assigned to me to work at this facility, and how many prisoners would be moved here to start. He assured me I would have a blank check for the facility updates, that he would assign a staff from his most senior guards, all of which would be male to start with, and that the first group of transfers would be no more than a dozen or so of the older ladies. That night as I was flying home, I tossed over many ideas of how this facility could help sustain itself, considering the gardens there as well as the dairy barn. The gardens were sizable, but with vegetable prices as they were, could not provide much of a cash flow. The same problem existed with regard to the dairy facility, it was too small to provide much cash flow. As I was pondering these thoughts, I noticed a young mother sitting across from me with a small child who she was feeding from a baby bottle, and speaking with another older gal, about the struggles she had with her young one. She was not able to produce enough milk to feed her, and the formulas she tried were not working for her child. She went on to say that she had to rely on a local milk bank, but that was so expensive as the supplies were so limited. That overheard conversation made my decision for me. I would take this position, as the warden of a new federal farm for long term woman convicts, and create a facility where a large group of woman were persuaded to becoming lactating women, some without their choice, and start what has been called a hucow operation, with the milk being delivered to milk bank facilities, with the monies earned coming back to help sustain this location. I also happened to know just the person who could help me make this happen, and would get her to help as a payment for ruining my marriage. You see, my former mother-in-law was a well-trained woman’s health services nurse, specializing in lactation services, and had retired recently from that position as I had found out from a common friend of ours. She would often tell me how she helped so many mothers that could not get the hang of breast feeding, or were not making enough milk for their infants, and was so disappointed in me for not giving my wife a baby so she could help her with this special bond as well. This dialogue went on for years and I believed actually was a big part of breaking up our marriage, something I always blamed the mother-in-law for. Chapter 4- A plan As I thought more and more about this, I imagined having one of my staff convince Maggie, my former mother-in-law, that there was a position that would be fitting for her as head of the infirmary at this federal location for only woman, and she would have a supervisor position, easy to manage with great benefits including nice living space and a huge salary. Once she was at this remote site, I would take over convincing her she had no choice but to stay here and resume her well-practiced duties of helping woman lactate, but in this case, to produce breast milk for commercial sale. I thought of many ways I could not only get some revenge from her, but make her an offer she couldn’t refuse, and lock her into this position of “herd management” Once I got home, I immediately called Warden James and told him I would take the job as I had formulated a plan, and would need to get a crew together to start the reconstruction as soon as possible. I also told him to begin to round up temporary housing for myself and my staff as the facility would take weeks to be ready to become livable. I also wanted him to screen a crew for me, some of which would be senior people so they would have to have more than correctional officer skills. I mentioned I would be back there in a week and half to sign my formal papers and screen the people selected. In the meantime, I would inform my current supervisors of my choice to take this promotion, and wrap up any lingering responsibilities I had with my current job. Chapter 5- Starting my new job As the week passed quickly, I also made arrangements to have my apartment lease canceled, made arrangements for my possessions to go into storage, and got packed for my trip back to see my new area of employment. Upon arrival, the warden greeted me warmly, told me he had made arrangements at a local hotel for me for a couple of days while temporary housing was being set up at our new location, and set up interviews for the next few days for the crew he picked. We signed my new working contracts first thing, and was introduced to the first of the group selected, a well-regarded guard named Mel who just happened to have a business degree prior to coming to work in the prison system, as the pay seemed much better. We had a long discussion, and I pressed him on his loyalty and ability to keep quiet about what would be happening at a new location, which was not to be divulged until he was on board and the NDA’s were signed. He seemed to be very anxious to move into a position with more responsibility, more pay, and able to use his business knowledge as well. One down, and a bunch to go after the first day! That evening that warden took me out to a very nice dinner and we discussed how things were coming along. He was happy to know I had a plan, but told me it was not for him to know about, as that was as agreed when this opportunity was first discussed. I was happy to hear that and also that the temporary housing was soon to be ready, and the rest of the interviews were set for the following days. As promised, by the third day, I had a crew of 15, one of which was to be my left-hand man, and supervisor of the rest of the crew. I made a point of driving out to the location with Mel in my new Federal black SUV, followed by the rest of the group in four other similar vehicles. I explained our plan to Mel, who was very surprised to hear of my elaborate plans, but as he was sworn to secrecy, was instructed to only tell the remaining staff what was necessary to know for now. I told him to get the group settled into the new temporary housing now set up within the walls of the facility, and the next day start the work on turning this place on again, and making changes to the buildings for the required security and upgrade options. Chapter 6- A new day at an old facility That night we all settled into our new quarters, with the provisions provided in the housing proving to be adequate for about a week or maybe more, until we could establish a supply chain. The next day Mel was busy with the crew, explaining the process, and getting the facility secure from outside visitors as first priority. By end of day, the main gate was operational as well, with security devices turned back on, and newer modern replacements on the way. The facility power and water systems were started again, with a bit of help from the group to correct the many problems that popped up. All in all, a lot of improvements were made to make living here possible by the end of that first full day. As the days passed into weeks, the entire area had been cleaned up with the help of the tractors and utility tools left on site, and the administration building was starting to look like an operations center as well, with offices again set up, and a security center shaping up with the new equipment arriving as well. The barracks had major overhauls planned with contractors setting up the officers’ quarters first for the staff, small rooms for each member, with a different area planned for a female staff which would follow as necessary. Of course, the generals’ quarters which was a nice size cottage nearby, became my living space after 3 weeks, and I started to move my storage possessions back to my new home. The main barracks were being turned into prisoner housing, with sparce sleeping rooms or cells being set up with appropriate security to keep inmates secure overnight. The kitchen, cafeteria areas were very easy to bring back on line, as very little had to be changed. While the area where the vegetable farming had occurred in the past was easy to regain control of, the dairy barn area was a different issue. Only Mel was aware of what my plans were for this area and for the main source of revenue for the facility, so he was responsible to manage the contractors for this area which was off limits to the rest of the staff. Chapter 7- A different purpose for the dairy barn While the milk storage area was left unchanged except for the change from the storage tank to an auto filling system that filled, labeled, and stored pint jars of breast milk until they were packaged in case lots for sale, many changes were to be made to the milking parlor areas as this was to be used not for cows, but for lactating women in the near future. The changes were many, with the first being elevated foot pods with auto gripping foot clamps spread about 18 inches apart in the area where the drainage was used to dispose of the waste materials in the past. This was to keep the feet of the ladies out of any mess that might occur. The next change was the installation of a rail with a cushioned top waist high, just a foot Infront of the feet pods. This also had an auto strapping device so that when a woman leaned over onto this cushioned rail, she was quickly secured in place so she could not move. Further in front of that space, was another rail with cushioned cutouts for a neck and forearms, such that as a person was positioned there, a clamp was lowered securing their neck and arms in place behind their elbows so their forearms were still usable. This was to allow that person to move food or liquids into their mouth when restrained in this position. Of course, the space between these rails was where the real business would take place, and this is where the milk pumping equipment would reside. The original equipment which was designed for cow udders, was changed to having only two suction devices, similar to what is used to express milk for nursing mothers, but on an industrial scale with the milk being extracted into a system leading to bottling and storage in the front area. There were also the washing and disinfectant stations that were originally used for the cows, now a scaled version of the original, but still with the same intent in mind, but with hoses long enough to be used in this area as well as in the area behind the first rail if needed. All this new equipment was built with materials that could be well maintained daily, so that a level of sterility would be maintained. As an example, the rails were made of a transparent polymer wall so there could be no contamination from either the food sourced for the person near their face, or any waste which left their body behind them. The area where the breasts were placed was well lighted, and covered with a sanitary coating so that it could be kept spotless. The breast suction cups were such that they were cleaned with special equipment after each use, ensuring sterility and avoiding any contamination to the gals that were using these facilities. Of course, the small lines to and storage equipment were also cleaned regularly to keep a high standard for the final product. While these lines were changed from the larger volume pipes used for the dairy cows, to something much smaller for the woman, they were also equipped with special measuring devices to capture precisely the volumes produced, and able to be kept on a log for each individual that was using the equipment, as each had a RFD tag on their neck bracelet installed when they arrived which recorded every location they were at for security as well as other reasons. The last area of change was the front area, or what was formally the feeding area for the dairy herd. This was changed from the feed bins for the cows to a more cafeteria style tray area which could contain the selection of special foods, all full of fat and nutrients to support the growth of the participants “udders” or in this case breasts and backsides as well as stimulating maximum lactation. As mentioned, their hands were allowed to make selections from these trays of delights, but they would be hard pressed to avoid devouring most of this as it would become like a sugar high as they consumed the items, something only available while in this position. Chapter 7- Arrival of prisoners This entire area was kept off limits as these changes were completed, which was well after most of the other work had been done. In fact, the first 15 prisoners had arrived, and were finding their cells a bit boring as anticipated, but the other areas were more interesting such as the gardens and outdoor activities areas. They were not impressed with the collars that each had to wear, but as they were a soft but strong leather, and allowed them to move about outside of their cells without direct supervision, were generally accepted, but in any case, there was no choice in the matter as they were strong enough that they could not be removed without the necessary key. What was missing at this point was the infirmary staff but that was soon to be resolved as Mel had already been in touch with Maggie, my former mother in law, telling her that she was contacted for this opportunity on the basis of learning about her past career from a friend of a friend in the Marshals service, and thought she was the perfect candidate for this prestigious position, and would like her to think about it and how to get back in contact if she wanted to learn more about the possibility. As well as Mel described the opportunity, it was no surprise that Maggie contacted him again after about a week to investigate the offer a bit more. Mel set the trap by speaking of all the incentives of the job, loads of benefits, and a large salary due to her being the person to organize the staff for this new facility. So, after that chat, a date was set for Maggie to visit, suggesting that if she took the job, she could start immediately. Chapter 8- Maggie’s arrival That day came soon enough, with Maggie driving out to meet Mel at the Regional prison she was told about. After she arrived, the warden greeted her, took her to a conference room after which Mel soon joined her and the warden stepped out. Mel went on to explain that the job spoken of was at a very high security new location, and she would need to be kept incognito and unaware of its location until she accepted the position and signed the NDA’s which she agreed to. Soon they were off in one of the black govt SUV’s with Maggie in the back with the windows covered. She had a few questions, but as they pulled into the gated prison after the hour drive, she was awed by the impressive layout and clean grounds that she saw. Mel stopped just in front of the infirmary, and ushered her into this now pristine area, for her review of it. She inspected the reception area, the exam rooms, the couple overnight rooms for patient care, and lastly was taken into a new section which was to be her quarters. It was a very cozy private suite, with a comfortable front room, a very modern and functional kitchen area, and a fantastic bed and bathroom with new modern furnishings. She was amazed at this and was eager to get to the part of the discussion where she could agree to take this job. Of course, Mel was the only one she was able to speak with, as Frank was not to be introduced to Maggie until she was locked into this position, and at that point, he would introduce her to what exactly her new job was to be. As expected, when the final terms of the contract were laid out, Maggie was only too anxious to agree to the position, and sign the final paperwork. As mentioned prior, this was to start immediately, and her belongings would be packed for her by a moving company and brought out to this new location, again as she really did not know exactly where it was. She was told to settle into her new “home” for the day, and she would find provisions already stocked in the kitchen, as well as a selection of uniforms in the bedroom, to try on for fit for her first day at the job the following morning. When she again looked around her rooms, she was amazed at all the different things that were there for her, and especially surprised that almost all the things would fit her. (of course, Mel had checked her out well in advance, using his special skills to get all this information about her in advance) Chapter 9- A new job and an offer she couldn’t refuse The following morning, after a good night sleep in a very comfortable bed, Maggie got up, had a nice breakfast, and found a good fitting set of scrubs, and ventured out into the front office of her new work space where she found her desk and a new computer set up that had not been there the day prior. Soon after Mel walked in again and showed her how to log onto the system and told her that the first 15 inmates would be in to see her at intervals throughout the day and she needed to get to know them and start files on them as well. Of course, this was not anything new to Maggie, so she was very busy as the day continued, and did manage to get through most of the ladies, with only 4 left to do the following day. She had little time to venture out and around the facility, but was told by Mel latter that the following day, this would happen. Another evening spent in her new quarters relaxing and another good night’s sleep, had her up and ready to deal with the last 4 inmates in this current group. Had she known what she would be facing after lunch, she would not have been so happy that morning. As lunch approached and the last prisoner left her clinic, Mel appeared with a lunch tray suggesting she try the cafeteria food rather than fend for herself. He stayed to visit with her as she ate her lunch, not knowing that the food had been drugged and she would soon be out of it, or very susceptible to his suggestions as the drug used was similar to a date rape drug. By the time she noticed the changes, it was too late. Soon Mel was leading Maggie over toward the newly redone milking parlor for her first-hand introduction to what its use was going to be and to meeting her old step son, who was planning on making her the offer that she could not refuse. As they walked into the storage section of the new “parlor” Maggie was in a daze from the impact of the drugs in her system but was able to comprehend some of what she saw. As she looked around, Mel smiled and saw that she was very curious about what she was seeing. After a few minutes, he started to speak to her again, telling her that this was in fact something that she would be managing as well as the clinic she came from. He elaborated by telling her that her background was perfect for what would be happening here, that was to become a factory for breast milk. She seemed startled by that, but he continued by telling her that this area was where the collection and storage of that milk would happen, all very modern and automated! She simply looked around in her dazed condition but could not ask any questions. He added that soon she would see the rest of the area, and would get firsthand experience of how well technology along with the science that she had knowledge of could work hand and hand to allow all these woman inmates to become important for babies around the country. After these remarks, he took her to an area in the corner where there was a door that opened into what looked like a locker room. He told her to remove her scrubs as she would be taken into another section where her clothing would be a problem. As she looked at him with a shocked expression on her face, she slowly reacted as a result of the drugs she was given and started to remove all her clothes. Mel smirked as he noted her older larger than typical frame, and mentioned that retirement had obviously softened her up a bit, but told her that she fit in well with many of the older inmates he had seen in his prison years. She was visibly shaking because of her nudity in front of him, but could not resist his commands. Soon they opened another door and as she walked into the heart of the milking parlor, she again looked around in awe at all the new equipment she saw. Mel simply told her that she would get a first-hand demonstration of how this all worked shortly. In short order Mel had our drugged-up Maggie standing on one set of raised foot pods, and she found her feet suddenly clamped in place with her legs spread wide. Mel let this sink in a minute, and then told her to lean over the rails and place her neck and arms into the saddle openings on the further rail, which she eventually did only to find a strap holding her above her hips, and another cover coming down pining her neck and arms near her shoulders. It was at this point that Frank walked into the area, in front of her so she could see him, and as she recognized him, became noticeably more agitated. Frank simply said, nice to see you again, but as you can surmise by now, you are at my mercy here as I am the warden and I didn’t forget what you did to my marriage all those years ago. As Mel has already explained to you, we have a plan at this facility to take advantage of the god given assets our women prisoners were given and with your knowledge you will be a big part of that. As Maggie listened, he could see she was not in agreement with what he was telling her. I can understand your hesitancy, but let me introduce you to what we can do in this area, and I believe by the end of our demonstration you will be fully in agreement to be on the helping side rather than on the receiving end in this area. He looked at Mel and told him to step out now and allow the first trained herdsman to step in and perform his duties. Chapter 10- The demonstration of new equipment As he left, another guy dressed in all white clothes walked into the front part of the milking stall, standing by myself and looking at Maggie. He said that he would assist her in today’s proceedings, and allow myself, Frank to explain what was about to happen. With that he stepped out of this area and came around behind the well secured Maggie with a large rubber bag full of a liquid, that had a long hose hanging below it with a strange nozzle on the end of that. Frank started to tell Maggie that she was to be “cleaned out” so that she could “completely enjoy” the rest of her experience’s today. With that the assistant put some lubricant on the nozzle and shoved it up poor Maggie’s back opening, after which he inflated several bulbs, one to the inside and the other on the outside of her back sphincter. Once that was done, he opened the valve allowing the water in the bag to slowly fill her colon and abdomen with this warm cleansing solution. While that was happening, he stepped up to the rail, and readied the breast pumping equipment, turning on the vacuum system that operated the breast pumping devices and reached under her chest to allow these to attach to each of her breasts. Immediately she could feel the pull of the suction as her nipples were extended into the deep center of these cups, the suction switching from breast to breast but slowly growing stronger as the system was programmed to start slowly and work up to a pre-determined cycle to extract milk from lactating breasts. As this was going on, the milk hand returned to the task of closing a valve on the now empty enema bag with the tube still within her body, starting a 15 minute timer to allow for a good cleansing. At this point, Frank again addressed Maggie and told her that the clean out was to allow the farm hands and animals to have their way with anyone that was either in need of some discipline, or in other cases of some pleasure, but that the latter would be determined by their cooperation in providing adequate milk supply daily, or by assisting in the process of that which is what Maggie was expected to do. Frank went on to explain that pleasure could be as simple as a vibrating dildo that could be positioned in the correct location while the milking was happening, or in more deserving cases, by one of the company bulls (prison guards not to be named) that had already signed up to provide these services, something which he suspected many of these inmates could only be dreaming of at this point as the guards on duty were strictly hands off the women when in their cells or in the bathrooms/ showers by themselves. And finally, he added that in the worst case, they have a special stall at the end of the parlor where they have a caged area on the backside so they can introduce the camp animals to a well scented persons orifice using urine from animals in heat as a scent for a particularly naughty lady, and the tracking male blood hound or the security male Doberman would certainly get excited to do some damage to a poor things openings if they had the chance. After this last suggestion was given time to register within Maggie, he could see the sigh of resignation in her face as she realized that she had to comply to the demands Frank was making. With this acknowledgement, Frank told the agent that was working with Maggie to allow the solution to exit her, but after clean up, move one of the vibrating dildos into place for the remaining 10 minutes of her scheduled milking as he was certain she needed some further assertion of what could happen to her is she did not cooperate fully. When the bulbs were deflated and the hose removed, a gush of disgusting waste was expelled from her back opening, which was soon washed away and down the drains in this area. Her back side was rinsed off as well, prior to the stand holding the pleasure device being slid into place, and a dido being slid up into her front opening. As it was turned on, it started to move in and out as well as turn, and this on top of the pressure being applied to her now swollen nipples soon had her coming to a strong climax that was prolonged due to her bondage leaving her worn out by the time this ordeal was finished. As this process played out, she felt the drug she was given begin to wear off as well, and started to fully realize the situation she found herself in, and understood that she had to do what was necessary to avoid what could happen to her in the future if she didn’t comply. Knowing that she was with a group of woman prison inmates, and in a very secluded and secure prison, she had no means of escape or avoiding these terrible punishments if she did not do her job. Chapter 11- Agreement to new job assignments. As she was released from her bondage by the agent working in the parlor, Mel returned to help her out of this area, to the dressing room area again to get dressed, and back to the clinic office. As mentioned, she was somewhat exhausted from her ordeal, had very sore breasts from the milking process she was exposed to, had a sore vagina as she was not used to this much stimulation, but very sullen thinking about what she had gotten herself into. Waiting for her in her clinic office was Frank, so Mel stepped out once he had her seated again behind her desk. Frank looked her directly in the eye, and asked her again if she was accepting of the job that he had planned for her, now that she understood the ramifications of it. She tried to avoid his eyes, but he kept telling her to keep looking at him. He could tell that she was scared of him now, but also afraid to disagree with anything he wanted her to do, and as such, she nodded her head and told him she would do as he asked her to do. With that behind them, Frank started to lay out his plans for the future of this operation. He explained that he wanted Maggie to help as many as possible of the inmates to start lactating, and convince them that they would be well rewarded if they could do so. He told her that he envisioned the lactating women to be given special dress, special foods, less other chores around the farm, and potentially sexual pleasure that could not be possible outside of the milking parlor. He also told Maggie that soon, another 25 or so inmates would arrive, and she should start to screen for a suitable inmate to help her in the clinic. He also told Maggie to make a list of supplies that she would need to accomplish her goals, and he would expedite the delivery of the same. He left her by telling her that he was going to keep a close eye on her, and any deviation from her responsibilities would be dealt with even more strongly than what she experienced today. As he was leaving, he added I will see you again tomorrow and want the list of supply’s ready to be processed. Chapter 12- Choosing an Assistant Maggie was tired from her ordeal, but pushed ahead with her planning. She thought about all the women she had seen already, and remembered one by the name of Sara that seemed to be well mannered, and of a similar age to her. She also seemed to have had a better education than most of the others, but was involved in an incident with her former lover that put her on the scene of a multiple homicide, and she was sent away for most of her remaining years as a result. She thought of what drugs and supplies she would need to bring these older ladies to lactation again, as well as what was needed as their breasts started to adopt to the changes needed. She was making a long list, when she felt herself leaking into her panties, something that she had experienced from time to time for a couple years now. Typically, she managed this with some pantie liners, but this time it seemed to be a bit more than usual, and she had to get up and go clean herself. She was surprised that she found not only a wet spot in the front of her cotton panties, but also a bit of a stain on the back, thinking that this was probably due to the rough treatment she had to endure in the milking parlor. With that in mind, she checked all the supplies in the clinic and found a small box of incontinence briefs, one of which she decided to use. She worked a few more hours on her list and retired for the night, to an often-disturbed sleep waking from bad dreams and very sore lady parts. As promised, Frank was at the clinic office early the next day. He asked her how she was feeling and how she did on her list of things she needed. She was not happy to tell him how she was feeling, but decided not to avoid the issue and get him unhappy with her on only her second day, so she said that she had been better, as she was very sore, and now wetting and soiling herself from the abuse he had given her. She went on to say that she would like to speak with an inmate named Sara as a possible helper, and mentioned that her list was getting fairly long but should be final within a day or so. Frank told her to keep it moving, and he would see to getting Sara back over for a follow up as a helper, which happened right after lunch. Maggie was happy with the response she got from Sara and Mel told her that he would assign her to this position the following day. Chapter 13- New helper’s duties Sara started as a clinic helper as indicated, and by lunch time was up to speed with some of her first duties, including the supply listing of needed products and drugs. Maggie had to tell her about the plans for the induced lactation of as many of the women here as possible, and Sara was happy that she had gotten this job, as she really didn’t want to be one of the others soon to be daily milk producers. As the day drew on, Frank stopped over in the afternoon, and was looking for the list of supplies. He had been thinking of what Maggie had told him a few days back about her leaking issues, and had come up with a vindictive way of making her suffer more as a result of her damage to his marriage. When he arrived at the clinic, he was told that the new assistant Sara was finalizing the listing, and so he took her aside into one of the rooms, and told her that he wanted incontinence supplies added to the list, as there may be a need for these products in the near future with the changes the inmates would be experiancing, and knew that eventually some of the women, especially the older ones would certainly need these. He also said he wanted some of these to be extra thick overnight type tape on diapers, and waterproof panties that could be secured on to prevent unauthorized removal as one of Sara’s first roles would be to keep Maggie in diapers as soon as the supplies arrived. When Sara asked why, he told her that she was having some difficulties and would not acknowledge these, but he wanted her to have to face up to it, so for the near future, she would be prevented from going without, and Sara would manage that for him. She agreed, and by the end of the day had a long list of supplies and drugs on Mel’s desk for acquisition. As the days went on, things started to fall into a pattern. Maggie was screening the gals again, looking for the best candidates to start on the lactation program shortly, and had picked 5 or 6 from the original lot as best choices. Within a week the first supplies ordered arrived, and Sara was taking care of unpacking them and putting them into storage. Chapter 14- Another change for Maggie As this was happening, Frank stopped into the clinic again, and told Maggie he needed a private word with her, so they moved into one of the exam rooms. He told her that he remembered what she told him about her leaking more after her abuse, and told her he now had a plan to resolve that. As he said this, he saw her face turn into a frown, but he continued by telling her that he was still upset with her for her part in his failed marriage, and now he had an idea of how she could be often reminded about how she took something away from him, as he was going to take something away from her! He was going to remove her continence-and she had to accept that. Of course, she said no way, but he simply went on to say we can do this the fast hard way, or the slow easy way, it is up to you. Either you accept the fact that you will be forced to wear and use diapers, or I can take you over to the parlor again, put you into the caged milk station, and have BART, the large male Doberman use your back door to the point you will no longer be able to hold your stools, accomplishing the same outcome. Maggie started to sob, and was pushed for a decision, which she agreed was to be the easy direction. Frank stepped out, and found Sara and told her it was time to start with the diapering of Maggie, who was waiting in the first exam room. When Sarra entered the exam room, Maggie was still sobbing a bit, and Sara tried to reassure her that this was in her best interest, and she would always be there to help her with her issues. Little did she know, that this treatment would be the cause of her more serious issues to come. Sara encouraged Maggie to help her get this done, and had her up on the exam table without her scrubs and panties soon enough. She was prepared with some rash cream and powder, and the very large adult diaper and lockable plastic panties. She told Maggie that she had not had much practice with this, as it was a long time ago that she helped with her niece, but it was like riding a bike-you never forget. So, after a bit of a start and stop, she had the rash cream on, a good deal of powder, and finally the diaper in place by the second try. As this was accomplished, she started to slip the plastic pants up Maggie’s legs, but told her to slip off the exam table and stand beside it so she could get these properly in place, which after a bit of adjustment, happened. When she moved behind her and pulled the chain out the back, locking it place with the small lock, Maggie finally realized how trapped she was in these diapers, and Sara told her that she could only do 3 changes daily, as per instructions from Frank about supply cost. She suggested first thing in the morning, where she could meet her in her suite so she could take a shower if needed, after lunch, and in the evening prior to bed. She also told her that she was told she had to get used to using these diapers, so no potty use between changes. As Maggie got her pants back on, now a lot tighter than before, Sara mentioned that maybe they should get her a bit larger set of scrubs, or a skirt so this was not so hard to manage. Chapter 15- Adapting to the diapers That afternoon seemed to go on forever for Maggie, as she did not have a chance to use the bathroom before being diapered by Sarra, and her morning and lunch coffee was starting to make its presence known. Sarra was in and out of her office and noticed her struggles, and suggested that she just let it happen, as it was inevitable. While Maggie had leaked in the past without any warnings, having to completely empty her bladder was another issue. By 4PM she was in pain, and after standing up once more, she lost the battle and flooded her diaper. While it was a relief, the warm wet feeling was something new that she was not comfortable with yet. As Sara was leaving about an hour later, she told Maggie she would stop back about 8;30 to help her get ready for bed, changing her afternoon diaper. Maggie told her that it was a long time yet to wait in an already wet diaper, but was again told that this was all about getting used to wearing and using these diapers! Shortly after Sara left, Frank stopped in to see Maggie again, so he could humiliate her some more, noticing the large bulge around her bottom. He told her she could think about all the times she told him he was not a good husband now as she stewed in her new padded panties! She certainly had a blush on her checks as she pleaded with him to reconsider her situation, and he just laughed and told her she had just started, and maybe after a week or two, she could ask him again but only if she started to accept this as her riotous punishment. So, her first afternoon in diapers was a real learning experience as things started to cool off and become more uncomfortable. She was able to make some dinner at her apartment, and managed to eat most of it, while she was waiting for Sara to come to change her prior to her going to bed. When Sara arrived, she was so happy to see her, but after Sara removed her diaper and found the contents to be very strong, she admonished her and suggested that she needed to drink more fluids, to keep her urine diluted. Of course, Maggie had stopped drinking water and coffee after being put into the diaper earlier, so this too was demoralizing to hear even as she should have realized this would happen. As Sara was about to leave, she advised Maggie that prior to her return in the morning, Maggie should take care of her other challenge as well, and poop her diaper prior to her morning change so she could clean up properly in the shower. As you can imagine, Maggie did not sleep very well that night. She did follow the advice that Sara left her with, and drank a lot of water prior to crawling into bed. She also went back to the clinic and found some Dulcolax laxative tablets to help her overcome her next challenge, prior to the following day. With all this occurring, she slept fitfully waking shortly after midnight needing to drain her bladder again, and by 5AM, she was feeling the effects of the laxative she had taken. Try as she might, she couldn’t make herself soil herself in her bed, and by 6;30 got up to lean over the side of the bed and allow nature to take its course. Chapter 16- A new day of adapting and learning to accommodate changes When Sara arrived at 7AM, she was one miserable lady, walking around with a loaded diaper, not wanting to sit in her mess. Sara had planned for this more difficult change, getting a choux pad from the clinic to use as a change mat, and placed it on the side of Maggie’s bed, telling her to come, sit and lay back so she could be changed. Of course, Maggie wanted nothing to do with sitting on her loaded diaper, but Sara simply said, fine than you can wait till lunch for your next change as I am not going to do this on the floor. At this point, Maggie reluctantly moved over to the bed, sat in her mess, and laid back to allow Sara to remove the messy diaper. As Sara did this, she told Maggie that in the evening, she would bring over some supplies and remove her long curly pubic patch, as it was not hygienic to have all this hair in this waste environment through the day, particularly when she poops herself. Maggie was very happy to get into her shower and feel clean again, but as expected, Sara was ready for her when she was dried off with a fresh diaper for the morning. The last thing Sara did was find a uniform skirt for Maggie to wear for her work day, as the scrub pants were too much of a hassle to manage in the size they had. This was to become the normal for the days that followed, and after a week or so, Maggie quit grumbling so much and just stopped complaining as it did little good, even as she was still very miserable. Sally had brought in a few new things to make this easier, as she found a used changing table on a web site, and also got a few proper diaper change pads to use avoiding using all the medical choux pads. One of the unexpected results of using the laxatives every night, was that Maggie started to poop during the day on occasion. She was told by Sara that there were no extra changes, and she had better figure out how to avoid these “accidents” as it was interfering with her clinic duties. On one of these occasions, Frank happened to stop into the clinic and noticed the foul smell coming from Maggie. As he was teasing her, she begged him to reconsider her situation, and he told her that they should step into an exam room where they could discuss this a bit further. When the door closed, he turned to her, lowered his pants to remove his member, and told her to make him happy if she wanted to discuss this further. As much as she hated to do it, she fell to her knees and started doing something she had never ever done, started to pleasure his organ. He had to help her by offering instructions, but after 15 minutes of so, there was a climax which he told her she had better learn to swallow as she was gagging and chocking. As he zipped up his pants, he left her kneeling on the floor in her nasty diaper, with the taste of his essence on her tongue, and told her to avoid washing out her mouth or drinking or eating anything until after her evening diaper change so she could remember why she had to have the diapers on, and quit complaining. She had to wait for dinner until Sara left for the night, and prior to was told by Sara who had done some research on the subject, to avoid the laxatives, and learn to poop her diaper with a solid formed movement as that would be much more manageable and easier for her to clean up! She added that if this led to constipation, then a nightly stool softener could be taken, but to avoid regular use of the laxatives. She also was told again to not cut back on the fluids, as her skin was starting to become affected, and lots of rash cream was used, after only using the wipes to clean her bottom up for the night. By morning time, again after a poor night of sleeping due to the beginnings of a substantial diaper rash, she was eagerly waiting for Sara to get her ready for her daily shower. As she had the poopy accident the prior afternoon, she was not able to poop her diaper that morning, and was concerned for the day. Chapter 17- The Busy normal As Sara was helping her after her shower, she came prepared with some medicated rash cream from the clinic and applied it on all the obvious spots. She again told her to drink lots of fluids, and if she could, hold off on her BM until late in the afternoon. As the rash cream was very helpful in relieving the itch that had developed, the day went along as well as could be expected. Over these first couple of weeks with Maggie adapting to her new wardrobe, things in the clinic were getting much busier, with Sara learning many new things working with Maggie, and Maggie working with all the inmates on a regular basis to start the lactation process. While the women were coming in weekly for meds that they were told were vitamins, but in fact special drugs to induce lactation, many of the woman were starting to notice tenderness and even swelling in their breasts, especially around their nipples. By the middle of the third week, some of the first group of women that had been taking their vitamins, were back into the clinic complaining about their nipples hurting, which prompted Maggie to prescribe a cream to be used several times a day. While it did relieve the itching, the swelling only continued with this extra medication being used helping to promote further breast growth. Sara had been expecting these women to start growing their older breasts again, and had already sourced out a selection of new and larger maternity bras, allowing for easy access to their breast areas for application of these creams and the use of nursing pads as they would soon be starting to leak, and especially after they were part of the regular pumping process for pre pumping dripping. Chapter 18- The first of the milk mammas It was decided that once these ladies were being regularly pumped to express milk, they would also get a new prison uniform, something that would stand out from the rest of the inmates, and allow them to get special privileges around the farm. The new uniform was actually going to be a special dress, with a bodice design large enough to contain their expanding breasts, that could be easily opened to expose their breasts for pumping, and a flowing skirt that could be easily lifted up and secured when in the milking stalls, so that it would not become messed up or hinder the activities that may happen while they were expressing their milk. Of course, as they came into the milking parlor, they would use the dressing room to remove their undergarments, something that would vary as time went on as well. Another point about the dress would be a different color patter to identify the women that became the best milk producers, as they would be catered to above all others around the farm. The group of inmates was continuing to expand, and by the 6th week after the first arrivals, the total was nearing 100 woman or about half the expected population for the farm. While many of the new arrivals were assigned to the regular tasks like cooking, laundry, and cleaning, some of the first group were about to start a new function, the real objective of the farm. By this point, Maggie had to tell some of the early bloomers, what exactly was happening with their bodies, that they would be lactating soon, and that this was the plan to produce mothers’ milk for use in milk banks around the country, and this was a contribution that they had to make to help fund this facility, and allow them to pay back a debt to society. Only a few of the woman in this first group became angry that they were being used like this, but after several sessions of counseling, and in a few cases, a level of pain as their breasts were already producing but were not being emptied, most were ready for the first trip to the milking parlor. Chapter 19- Setting an example for the new milk gals One of the inmates, #037 was most belligerent, so Maggie asked Mel to set up an introduction session, similar to what he had done to Maggie weeks ago, but considering this was a hardened criminal, to not go easy on her. Within a week, this inmate was brought over to the parlor between times when some of the first woman were being attended to, and forced into one of the stalls after being stripped by a couple of the guards in the dressing area, had the breast pumps attached and set to a very aggressive training cycle, had a large spicy enema administered, and when that was discharged, had several dildo machines set up to fill each of her openings. Her mouth was closed by a ball gag that was loose enough to allow her salvia to escape but large enough to limit her screams as this 90-minute session went on. By the time this session was over, we saw a very subdued inmate #037, but her session was not finished yet as she was brought back to the clinic to see Maggie, and was very agreeable to go into the lactation program on her return. But Maggie had one last punishment for her, hopefully as an example to others who choose to resist the program. She had her placed onto the exam table and restrained with her legs up in the stirrups, and proceeded to do a series of injections. The first set were placed around her breast, with extra amounts of hormones to spur large breast growth. The next injections were placed into her nipples, with drugs to stimulate very large and sensitive nipple development. The last injections were Botox around her urethra and anus to create incontinence, as the nerves were deadened in this area no longer allowing her to hold anything in. Sara helped this inmate off the table after putting her into the first of many diapers, told her of the daily allowance of only 3 diapers that she would have to get and take care of herself daily, and told her that she would be put onto a training cycle in the milking parlor even before her milk came in starting tomorrow. The once hardened convict, left the clinic as a different person knowing what her life would be like after that day. Looking forward 6 months, we see inmate #037 waddling around due to her ever-present massive diapers, supporting a very large 38F bosom, with very noticeable nipples always on high beam, and wearing the dress of one of the best milk producers on the farm. Chapter 20- The business is succeeding The milking parlor was becoming a very busy place as by 6 months, fully 70 of the women were there 3 times a day for their 20 minutes of pumping. Maggie had accepted her punishment by this time, and was doing a great job with her position. Sara was of course doing a very good job as well, earning her way out of the prison cells at night into one of the woman’s apartments, but still with the security collar of an inmate. Production levels were now at a point that shipments of cases of the 24-pint jars of this special milk were going out several times a week totaling almost 40 cases shipping each wk. The snacks allowed during this time were having the desired effect of maintaining milk production, and expanding the chests and rears of our milking mams. Scheduling for pumping was becoming difficult, but with Sara’s help and a new assistant added to help with inventory, things were running well. Only a few of the woman had achieved the high levels of best producers doing 2 or more pints per day, and these select gals were getting some regular attention from the “farm bulls” as well, so were a very happy bunch with a new attitude, with their expanded chests, nipples, and large butts that roamed around the facility and received good treatment from all, an inspiration to the new comers that were still sometimes a difficult hardened bunch of convicts. Chapter 21- Trouble in the group Of course, not all was without incident, as in the 7th month, the farm saw the first incident of an escape attempt. Inmate #053 was always resistant to direction, had been assigned to laundry from day one, was a rough and tough middle-aged dyke gal with almost no breast growth, and wanted nothing to do with any lactation process. At the first opportunity, she made an escape attempt, sneaking into the back of a laundry services truck that delivered bi-weekly to get past the gate, and at the first stop sign a mile down the road, jumped out of the truck to sneak off into the river bottom and try to get away. When her collar alerted security, she was leaving the gate, a group was immediately assembled, the laundry service contacted, but by the point, the inmate had already left the truck, so a search was launched. As was mentioned early in this story, the farm did have a blood hound, a large healer named MAX who was brought into the search. Getting a scent from the inmates sleeping quarters, Max was onto her scent soon as they crossed the intersection where she had left the truck. Within a couple of hours, she was in custody again, but this time taken to a different holding cell to await her punishment. When Frank was made aware of this development, he became very concerned about someone actually getting out and away and blowing the cover of this farm, so he wanted to make an example of this inmate for the others to see. He went to see Maggie to discuss this with her, and told her the punishment had to be hard, permanent, and a glaring example for the others to see on a regular basis. Frank suggested using the caged area in the milking parlor but wanted more than that as a lasting example. He said that it was only fitting that since Max was able to find her, that he should be able to claim her but that it had to be done so the hound accepted her as his, not a one-off case. Chapter 22- Lasting punishment, lasting example Maggie started to work out some scenarios, and remembered a sheath she heard about being used in reform schools for older girls that could not keep their hands out of their privates. It was a latex like material that covered their vagina which had a catheter inserted and routed out the back opening by the anus allowing the victim to defecate, and carry around a urine collection bag. It was important to contain all the urine, as it quickly dissolved this membrane sheath if it came in contact with. She found this material after an extensive web search, and also found something that could be used for dogs to give them extra stamina, typical to what Viagra did for men. In addition, she also found in an adult bondage store, an apparatus that when clamped on a person’s knees, would not allow them to do anything other than to crawl, as it kept the knees from becoming straight, but also had a couple of spreader bars as part of it, one for the knees, and a second for the hands which were also cuffed to that front bar. The best part, there was a connection between the two bars so the person could only crawl, moving one side forward followed by the other. What a great contraption to secure someone with that forced them to crawl like a dog with their backside always available! Now she had a plan, inmate #053 was to become the bitch of Max, beginning with her being put into one of these latex sheaths prior to being placed into the caged milking station. This would cover her vagina, and focus Max on her back opening for starters, which would be coated with the urine from a female dog(bitch) in heat to get his attention. Of course, as big as Max was and the method a male dog has to ensure his seed does its work by knotting his tool after insertion to exclude removal of it until the desire subsides, this would keep Max and his new bitch entertained for at least 30 minutes after he gets interested, and do a number on the poop chute of our inmate. The best is yet to come, as the other thing that had to happen was to create a bond between Max and his new bitch. Several things would help this to happen. First, after being placed into the milk station, a dog hide would be fixed to the back of our unlucky inmate, adding a new scent, and some protection to the front paws that Max had. The second thing was most interesting. When our inmate was secured, a nipple plug was secured into her mouth, and attached to it was a liter and half of water that was infused with more of the female dog scent. This would have to be swallowed to avoid chocking and would result in the inmate making urine with a unique scent within the hour, enough time for Max to finish his first deed, find the water and food bowl that was set to the side for him laced with the dog Viagra, and get ready for round two. By the time that our inmate had to pee, which dissolved the covering over her vagina and scented not only her front opening, but her legs and the floor, Max was ready for round two, and with the help of the drugs, he was certainly up to the task, finding this new opening, and going for well over 90 minutes before he was able to disengage. As a final effort, he raised his hind leg and marked well his new bitch, soaking the fur that was attached to our inmate. This was the act of bonding that was hoped for, as this dog hide would never be cleaned, and fitted with straps that could allow it to be removed to periodically clean up our inmate, but be attached again so she could stay with Max and be accepted as his new partner. She would be allowed out of the kennel where she stayed overnight with Max and had to do her business just like Max did on the edge of the confine. She was out for part of the day, so that the rest of the inmates could see her crawling around the prison, to and from the cafeteria where she would be given real food, but in dog dishes on the floor along with her liquids, eating and drinking only with her mouth as her hands were useless. Every couple of weeks or so, Maggie would ensure that her water dish had some of the “special” ingredients such that her urine told her buddy Max that she was in heat again and needed attention. The inmates always knew when these days were as Max was very protective of her, and she was very slow moving for the next day or two. To say Frank was very satisfied with this arrangement, was an understatement as all the inmates knew that they could be next in line for this treatment if they ever tried an escape again! Chapter 23- The new normal After this demonstration was observed by the inmate population, a sense of agreement to all tasks requested came over the group. The attitude of the convicts was starting to change for all, understanding what could happen if they didn’t comply. All things were now going smoothly, with new inmates being added over the next months, and quickly understanding what could happen if they did not go along with the wants of the administration of this facility. The cells were filling up fast, and new staff was also being added with some female guards put in place as well with the growing population. Of course, these ladies were well seasoned, and were happy to fit into this system, with such well-behaved women convicts to look after. As the ranks of the lactating women expanded, so did the milking parlor as it had to be expanded as well to deal with the volume. The output was so good that new money for expansion was easy to get, as the supply side of this location was doing so well. They were now shipping breast milk to most states to help with the milk banks. Maggie was adapting to her role very well, and never again begged to get out of her “punishment Panties” In fact, she knew that she could never get out of diapers again as her continence was completely gone after the first few months or so. She had learned how to deal with her issues, using charcoal pills and similar products to mask the smell of her stools, and had quickly adapted to making a dump of the mostly managed softer stool with the slightest indication of a need. She was still on a 3-diaper daily schedule, as were all the other women that had somehow developed a need for this extra protection. It seems that the diet being fed to these lactating women in addition to the convenience of simply taking a pee or doing a dump while being pumped three times a day was changing their ability to hold their waste in at other times, so many ended up in the same products that Maggie had been forced into initially as a punishment. Chapter 23- New directions Frank meanwhile was thinking about retirement, when he got a call from his old pal the Warden of the SE regional woman’s prison. It turns out that this effort was so successful that the Govt was hoping to set up a similar facility in the South West area and wanted Frank to move over to that region to manage that. An offer was made that he could not ignore, but he had one other issue to deal with prior to his agreement, that was to convince his former step mother Maggie to come with him. There were several reasons for this, not only her ability to oversee the medical needs of a woman’s prison destined to repeat the success of this first location, but also as she had accepted her punishment from Frank so well, he had finally forgiven her, and she was now actually filled another role for him. You see, Frank had married his wife, the daughter of Maggie when she was just out of high school at a young age, and Maggie had given birth to her daughter when she got pregnant with her as a teenager, so the age difference between Frank and Maggie was not that much. After several months in her diaper confinement, Maggie realized that she needed these and was able to take care of her changes on her own, freeing Sara up to do more of the day-to-day operations than she had ever done. About that time, it turns out that Maggie started to offer Frank some wifely services on a regular basis, and that in addition to her medical skills, allowed Frank to want to as well as need to take her with him to a new location, leaving Sara to continue to manage what they had build in the South East Sector. To be continued?

Every night for past several years, and occasional prior to that. Switched to cloth last spring after prostrate surgery left me wetting more regularly, and only recently started back to pullups when away and disposables when not wanting to deal with the laundry.

Some years back when I was still going to college football games, I would often join a tail gate party prior to. I remember one occasion where there were only a few porta potties, and guys and gals were going to the edge of our area, near some trees, and just go. I found it strange that the guys were only a short distance from the gals, and the girls were squatting while looking over at the guys hanging onto their meat. I was just looking and trying to get a better view of the girls but it was a bit far for my eyesight at the time. I was only able to get a glimpse of the color of their panties in a few cases but it still memorable to me.

a stiff shot of bourbon works best for me

Since switching to my cloth reusable diapers earlier this year, following prostrate reduction surgery, I have always gotten out of bed with a wet diaper in the morning. Even as my wetting frequency has been reduced now at about 4 months from my procedure, I still use the cloth diapers which are too difficult to get off and on if getting up for bathroom, so just let it flow as they say while in bed. 8 months after my surgery, I am very used to wetting while in bed, sometimes I don't even wake anymore. Guess that confirms the diagnosis of bedwetter found in my medical charts?

As I wear support hose for poor leg circulation except on very hot days, I learned many years ago that typical men's underwear do not work well with these support hose- the extra fabric in the front to create the fly is not comfortable under compression. My wife suggested woman's full fit nylon panties 40 some years ago, and I have not changed from that since. Only panties in my drawer now. What has happened is that my only white or beige choices are now more pastel. Earlier this year I had a major prostrate reduction surgery and was wearing diapers during the day for about 2 months, but now I am back to thick pads in my panties during the day, and diapers only at night.

Since my prostrate reduction surgery early this year, I have had a difficult time getting up to pee at night, even as my day time accidents have been resolved after a couple months. While I can manage to stay dry during the day now, I still wear heavy pads just in case I an not close to a potty when the need arrives. At night, not the case as if I am sleeping soundly, I will be wetting before I can get out of bed so it is adequate protection to avoid a wet bed. After a month of this, I looked at the price of the night time disposables I was using and made the decision to switch to cloth reusables and now don't even try to get to bathroom at night as it is too difficult to get my diapers back on properly when half asleep. What I have found is that as I have gotten used to simply using my diapers at night, I am waking less often, getting back to sleep quickly even when I do, and waking up the next morning much more rested that I can remember for some time. Wet yes, bed dry, and well rested!

Loads of good info here, but I will add my thoughts as well I have found that the overnight prefold diapers require a long dry cycle to get dried completely, so I have started to use the large flat diapers, with several good boosters overnight, these dry in just over half the time and can be layered as needed. I also found that the PUL diaper covers do not work as well over cloth as others do, as they tend to allow more odor to escape and after 5-6 hours, can start to get damp-some of my day time active wear pants I use to help hold the diaper at night, but still use a good extended length vinyl cover to keep my bedding dry and smelling clean I have not had good luck with the "snappy" fasteners, as they tend to fall off in the night, and I found that they were damaging my cloth. I also tried the large adult pins but find they are not sharp enough for most of my diapers- I use some good quality std size pins as they are sharp and strong and work as expected.

I have adopted an interesting process for my cloth overnight diapers. Every morning I take off my typically soaked diaper in the shower, and leave it there while I shampoo my hair and wash myself. I ring out these diapers after the shower (no urine smell) and keep them in a dry covered pail until it is filled, 3-4 days. I wash in a hot 60C cycle with regular HE detergent, and add an additional rinse, as well as laundry sanitizer for the last step (started the sanitizer after noticing a bit of smell after drying) I dry only my diapers(diaper covers are air dried) in my gas fired cloths dryer on hot cycle. Several points of interest very important to have washer at least 1/2 full the use of a good laundry sanitizer is the trick to eliminate any lingering odor I never use any oxy with wash if diaper covers are in it, but if washed separately, use it to control stains

I have been going to a urologist for decades now and early this year, was advised to do a laser reduction of my prostrate due to increased PSA values and other issues. He told me after the procedure, that he had to remove much more of it than anticipated Long story shortened, it left me with a situation requiring daily good protection for about three months, and a night time wetting problem far worse than I ever had, that has me now in cloth diapers nightly to avoid leaks, and a slow recovery of feelings of going at night, something my wife tells me is related to my use of these thick diapers at night, rather that the effects of removing most of my prostrate? Well, my PSA numbers are the lowest I have ever seen, I am able to get by with heavy day time pads, but am certainly a certified bed wetter as opposed to occasional, but it could be worse, as this cancer in males is nothing to mess around with!!

My wife thinks that I should switch back to pullups at night so that I can get to the bathroom to pee if I wake up with that needing to go feeling. Even while I do use this method when traveling, I explained to her that as a result I have a poor nights sleep as am constantly waking up with the slightest urge to go, and typically make multiple trips into the bathroom to keep my pullup dry. ( I did get some really good overnight ones, but just recently as we are going on a cruise early next year and plan to use them for that) When I pin my cloth diapers on for a night, I do not plan to go into a bathroom as they are too difficult to get off and back on properly, so I just roll over and wet if I wake with that feeling, not always the case when diapered as mentioned I sleep much better and deeper when diapered. My wife doesn't understand this exactly, as she is also up several times for the bathroom, and always complains about how poor she sleeps. I should add that I have had a CPAP system for decades now, and my doctor tells me that the best thing for me is a good sound nights sleep, so that is why she has little to argue about me using diapers at night. At some point, I hope she understands that maybe that would be the best thing for her as well??

After switching to cloth at night, about 6-7 months ago, I was not concerned about a rash as never had one using disposables. Within a few weeks, that changed when I started to wake up with a bit of an issue. I started to use a good strong diaper rash cream and soon forgot about this problem. Fast forward to now, I seldom use this rash cream as my skin seems to have gotten used to wet night time diapers. When I wake up, always in a wet, sometimes soaked diaper, I go into my office and do computer time for an hour or so prior to doing my bathroom routine, which involves my daily shower and rinsing out my night time protection in the shower before it goes into my pail prior to laundry. Point is, as advised by a friend of mine, who has been using diapers a lot longer than I have, he said that "your skin will become accustomed to being in this wet environment, but avoid staying in a messy diaper for long, and continue to drink a lot of water even in the evening to keep your urine from getting concentrated." Wise words!!

I would think that now that she knows how much better she can sleep with protection on, that she will also realize that the small leak she experienced was because she needs something better than the goodnight and will actually accept that and go shopping for the appropriate night time diapers for her.

I have had two medical procedures in past month, and in each case was very open with nurses, not to mention my medical charts with these locations clearly list my incontinence. In first case of MRI, I wore a thick pullup to appointment and nurse insured that I got into the bathroom prior to and immediately after the process, not to mention the extra pad under me going into the machine. This last procedure, my colonoscopy involved removal of my pullup, but also a quick trip to potty prior to and after the process with another chux under me through the procedure. In every case, I advised the nurse attending that I would probably dribble during the procedure, and they assured me that was very common anymore, and not to worry as I was covered from harming any equipment in any case.

I switched to cloth diapers about 8 mos ago and don't worry much about leaks anymore as the cloth is so much better at wicking moisture up than the disposables I have used. My only concern is getting enough diaper on in the evening to avoid getting completely saturated, which than can leak if the plastic pants are not perfect in the legs and waist.