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Sounds like a dream. I’m in south Texas though

Alright so I'd like to come up with a thread for overall advice on messing ourselves. But I don't mean the mental aspects. This thread is for desires of incontinence so I'd like to come up with a way to stimulate that with the miracles of modern day medicine and practice. The thing is I've used all the laxatives and fluids that cause me to poop and I've never felt surprised or flustered and the good ones always overfill the best diapers. I want to have a normal bowel movement with little to no notice and without using things that could potentially hurt me in the long run. The point for this thread mainly is to get an idea of what worked for everyone else? Has anyone experimented with safe stool softeners, maybe religious with the alli pill? Something or a combination of safe medication that either creates accidents or just simply makes it ridiculously easy to void at any time you need to poop. For me, when I use laxatives it's easy for the first movement but when I want to poop normally I can never fill my diaper. I always have to change out of a minor messy nappy and finish in the toilet and waste that experience. I'm hoping someone has come up with a good mixture. If not I will experiment in January and see what I can figure out and post results here. Thanks everyone

Any members here looking for friends in the area? Need a good close friend.. would be cool to have one diapered too!

It's terrible how i left a cliffhanger inside a cliffhanger and never finished this. Will have to work this out soon.

The car ride home was quiet. Both women focused on the road, each trying to put their mind somewhere else. Valerie was the first to speak up after the first three minutes passed, though it felt like hours. "I'm sorry. I'm so freaking sorry." She came, voice cracking and tears swelling. Not because she was sad, but because she was embarrassed to apologize for something so silly. "Honey, it's not your fault...if you could control it I may be upset but you can't.. I don't mind taking care of my baby girl." Her mom relied, moving her hand in a warming motion on her daughters knee. "Please stop calling me that." Snapped Valerie. "Calling you what?" "A baby. I'm not a baby." Now there were tears of sadness and embarrassment. "No sweety you're not. But you're my baby. There's a difference. You will always be my baby." This answer did not please Valerie, who knew if anyone at school tomorrow were to find out about what is happening to her that the word baby would be her new calling. "Sorry. Again. Can uh...we go shopping for some clothes for the rest of school this year? I need to get some better ones to go with my dealio." She said. "I would love to honey but we spent too much on this stuff. I get paid Thursday and your dad on Friday so we'll do something this weekend. Promise." Her mom replied. Valerie sighed. She didn't want to go anywhere anyway. Not like this. Ever. They pulled into the driveway of their home and parked next to her dads vehicle. Valerie heaved another heavy sigh with the knowledge that she would have to face her dad and brother, diapers in hand and on her. Her mom motioned for her to come around and grab them. Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion. In they walked where, sure enough, her dad and brother both sat on the couch watching tv, only nodding at their entrance. Valerie turned her slow motion walk into a speed walk, crinkling as she did. "Hey Sis! Hold up." Came her brother, now approaching behind her. She closed her eyes, as if a heavy blink. "Let me help you." And before she could object, her packages of diapers were in his hands and they walked together into her room. There was still nothing but silence between them, and Valerie crinkled across the room to her bed and plopped down hard, her diaper poofing up in turn hiking up her skirt exposing her new underwear to her know it all brother. She pulled it down and for the millionth time in the last few says, started the water works. He immediately walked to her and comforted her. "Sis...it's no big deal." He assured her, sitting down next to her and patting her padded area. "Sorry. Thats pretty weird of me. Look: Me 'n some friends are gonna find this fucker. We're gonna put him in the ground. He thinks he got away scott free but he'll get his. Don't be embarrassed about a damn thing." Valerie shot up and stopped crying. "What...what are you even talking about?!"

Much more sizable update. More to come soon. Trying not to make it your usual story.

Valerie Pt 3 The warm water grew cold and Valerie resigned from the shower. She didn't want to leave the bathroom, still afraid to face her mother. Still, she knew her mother was being very understanding. Too understanding after a night of clearly heavy drinking. She wrapped a thick towel around her full breasts and heaved a heavy sigh as she opened the door to the hallway. She stepped out letting the cold wood floor encase her recently warm foot. She felt her body tingle, and turned to see her mom in front of her. "Everything okay sweetie? How do you feel now? Anyth...." her mom drifted off as Valerie was waiting for her sentance to finish. The only thing that she heard was the sound of rushing water, but she had no idea where it was coming from. She noticed her mother was staring down at the floor, so she followed suit. At her feet was the location of the sound. Realizing what it was, she tried to stop her action but could not. Valerie grew a crimson red in embarrassment. Tears swelled in her eyes until they released and traveled down her red hot cheeks. Her mother reached out to her and embrassed her with what most would consider a bear hug, even with her pee still falling to the floor. "It's okay honey. I think I know what is going on." Came her mother, whispering in her ear. "We will need to go see a doctor. Are you okay with that? I can call and make an appointment right now." That's the last thing Valerie wanted, but knew it was what was needed. She simply wiped away her tears and shook her head yes. Their hug was broken and, having already been seen in worse condition just thirty minutes earlier, Valerie dropped her towel and pressed it down onto where the puddle was formed. Her mom walked away and Valerie bolted for her bedroom. Her mind swirled with negative thoughts and emotions. She slammed face first into her bed, grabbed her pillow and screamed. She slowly raised herself up and got dressed. In her current condition, she decided it best to wear the underwear she considered to be her worst, and as she called them: Her granny panties. She slipped on a skirt and a solid black shirt and walked out into the living room. Her mom was still on the landline in the kitchen, and Valerie managed to overhear the last bit: "So because that happened the doctor thinks that stress is the reason behind it? Are you sure there is nothing else we can do? Prescribe?...well yes but...I understand. I just hope she does...okay I'll go there. Thanks." Valerie plopped herself on the couch as her mother walked out of the kitchen. "Soo whats the deal mom? Got an appointment?" "Afraid not. Just got off the phone with doctor Watts office. Nurse says you are going through a phase because of your....age. She said that it could go on for hours, days and in most cases a couple of months." "My AGE? Mom im sure no one else is going through this at school. I would have known by now, I graduate in a few weeks. SOMEONE would have said something. There must be something I can do!" "Well there is. Doctor says to give it a few weeks and see if there is progression or if it goes away. He said if we still have problems in three Saturdays from today then we'd need to come see him and he'd be happy to reference us to a couple of doctors.." "Three Saturday's is graduation mom." "I know. I didn't schedule an appointment. I told them we'd follow up in due time. But listen. They gave me a recommendation for you and I think its your best option. You trust me sweetie?" "Yes, ma." Valerie said suspiciously. "Alright, let's go to the store. We have to get some supplies for the next month or so." Hesitant, Valerie followed her mother as they left the house behind. It did not take them long before they found themselves in front of their local medical supply store. Valeries jaw dropped as she realized what was taking place. "But mom.." "I don't want to hear it. I'm not having you waste anymore clothes and I'm saving you embarrassment at school. Doctor recommended. Let's go." Her mom opened the door, and valerie turned the same shade of red she did earlier, with tears swelling once more. "Do I have to get out..." "Val, we both need to be educated on this. This is your life not mine. I'm just here for you. Don't be embarassed." Her mom stuck her hand out and put it on her shoulder. That was the push she needed as she opened her door and both of the women walked to the double doored building. The bell signaling their entrance rang above their head, a relief to Valerie as she let slip an unannounced wet fart as she grabbed the door. A chipper young woman approached the two. "Hey ladies! What brings ya'll in today?" She asked, smiling the biggest smile. Valerie lingered behind her mother, much like you would see a two year old do when being introduced to strangers. "If you can...My doctor should have called ahead he told me to get with you guys on a discount option through him for some healthcare products.." Valerie blushed. She was thankful she was so indirect. "Oh you're Dr.Watts patient then? What size are you? Mind if I take a look?" It was Valeries Mom's turn to blush. "Oh I'm sorry it's actually for.." she pointed down at Valerie, as if to keep her from being embarrassed even though both of the ladies had their attention turned to her. Again, she let out a protruding wet fart. It took all of her strength to keep herself from crying on the spot. She was sure she was purple in the face by now, and her face was going to explode. At least then she'd have relief. Meanwhile, the women just stared. "We might need to hurry this up." Her mom added. "Of course." The lady replied, keeping her professionalism. She quickly took her tape measure and, while keeping her distance, found her size. "Okay...and here's the thing. We have two options for control for her." She turned around and grabbed two objects. "One, is a bag that will hold both of your accidents Valerie. These are usually okay, but have to be emptied very frequently and are pretty obvious with clothing you will be wearing considering your age. Your other option, much more simple and typically less of a hassle is an adult undergarmet that protects your-" "A diaper." Valerie interjected. "Well technically yes, but-" "Ill take the bags thanks." Valerie rudely interrupted again. She felt her stomach bubble once more, and as if she were being punished by her own body she felt poop fill into her granny panties. She froze. The sound was ridiculously audible and a clear drip to the floor could be heard once more. Valerie looked down and saw brown splashes hit the tile. Both women looked at her with an understanding look, but yet a clear disgust there as well. Her panties drooped below her skirt and she just stood there, tears streaming and her head down. Finally the associate spoke up. "Look...this isnt a big deal. This happens all the time believe it or not." She assured Valerie and her mother, and laid her hands on both of her shoulders. "But listen, its more embarassing being busted like this then to wear the right type of protection. And in school, going through what you're going through, you need it." She released her shoulders and turned to her mom. "We will sell you a case of abriforms. Our best sellers. I will give you another case for free and have your doctors office cover it. Take this and these wipes and get her changed in the handicapped bathroom please." Valerie watched as her fate was sealed. Her mom took her hand and Valerie created a bread crumb trail to the stall. "Its okay baby. Its okay. Let me make it all better for you." Came her mother. Expertly, and now more of a dejavu for Valerie, her mother first pulled up her skirt to her chest, keeping it away from her now ruined underwear. "It's a good thing you put this on or you'd be walkin out of here with just this on." She said, pointing to the diaper and chuckling. Valerie had no sense of humor at this point. Within minutes, Valerie was cleaned, diapered, and her underwear was in the trash. The two got out of the establishment within a few minutes and her embarassment was over. Waddling as she walked back to the car, she knew her embarassment was unfortunately far from over.

Deal. When I have the time I will work on this story and my other one. Probably will not be until about two weeks.

Beth pulled into the driveway of the suburban street that she saw earlier from the passenger seat of her old friends car. The porch lights were on and she was sure this was the place. She turned to look at Valerie, still knocked out from the drive there. Breathing a sigh of defeat, she opened her door and stepped towards the house, leaving Valerie in the car. She knocked, and within seconds the door sprung open. Both of Valeire's parents stared waiting for this girl whom they didn't know to say something. "Uhh...Mr and Miss Thorton?"

I will continue soon. I wrote this from my phone and had the next chapter done, but upgraded and it wasnt on my sd card. So im trying to wait on a good day to recreate that chapter. Hopefully Thursday at the latest.

'It's just not fair,' the girl stomped around in her room, contemplating her next move. 'They always let alex do what he wants. But me? Nooo. Just because "I'm their little girl!"' She screamed mid thought. Her brother had practically no restrictions in her eyes, only really seeing the things he gets away with now that he is out of highschool. As she expected after her outburst, a knock came at her door. "WHAT?" She screamed. "Valerie...please open the door." Came a voice that was sure to belong to her mother, her dad surely using her to try to defuse the situation. Valerie stomped across to the door and swung it open allowing it to hit the wall with a loud bang. "What mom.." she asked, sporting an ugly scrunched up look but a far quieter tone. Her mom lightly pushed her forward until she was sat on the bed, and turned to shut the door. "What is going on?" Her mom asked, one hand on her hip and the other out as if expecting to be handed something. "Like you don't know mom." Valerie responded, rolling her eyes and letting out a frustrating sigh. Still her mom stood there in the same position waiting for the story to come. "Mom I'm eighteen for crying out loud! Dad never let's me do anything! When Alex was my age, he was going out all the time! And you and dad keep trying to cage me up! I just want to have a life!" Valerie's mom waited for her to catch her breath and put her hands back at her side. "Val, honey..you know why we don't let you go to parties with your school friends. It has nothing to do with your brother. Do you remember what happened last year?" The question was rhetorical, as when Valerie tried to reply, she was cut off. "Don't worry I can remind you: You came home and passed out drunk in your new bed. God knows what else you did. We waited up for you and watched you come in staggering and pass right out. But it didn't stop there did it?" Valerie didn't try to respond this time, she was on a roll. "No it didn't. You used your clothes as a freaking toilet. You woke up in your own fifth. Let me tell you Alex never came home drunk. Nor did he do that to himself." Her mom finally stopped. Valerie was now crying in front of her. "Look..Your only punishment then was that you were not to be able to go out with those girls again. You could have chosen others but that was it..so I'll make you a deal." Valerie's crisp blue eyes stopped pouring and she looked up, looking incredibly hopeful and lunged into her mom's arms. "Please mom anything I promise I've learned my lesson." Her mom pulled out of her bear hug and looked straight into her daughter's eyes. "You have one last chance. Prove to us that you can be responsible. Come home before midnight and come home sober. If you can do that, we will let you go out again. If you can't, we will pick your punishment and you will not be going out to party until you are out of this house. Do you understand?" "Yes Mom! No problem!" "Good. Let me talk with your dad and tell him what is going on before you come out. Love ya Val, please don't lose our trust again." Her mom stated as she opened the door and walked back out of the room, closing it again behind her. Valerie stood in silence for a few minutes, trying to listen to the conversation between her mom and dad. Soon she was convinced she couldn't hear them, so she jumped on her phone and started to text her girls. Celebrating was in order tonight.. ----- Valerie endured the awkward silence for in what was minutes felt like hours. Her dad having a clear look of disappointment on his face, but sporting it for his wife not his daughter. She decided to break the silence by softly reaching for her dad, arms outstretched and embraced him with a warm hug. "I love you guys. Thank you for letting me try to earn your trust back. I won't let you down." Valerie stated, light tears in her eyes. "I love you too pumpkin." Came her dad, looking over his shoulder at his wife who was now smiling and sitting back on their black leather love seat. "We'll be sitting on this couch waiting on you to get home val, don't be late." Chimed her mother. Then as if saved by the horn, a car honk was heard from outside. "Ridiculous." Her mother added. "I didn't miss these people. " Valerie gave an apologetic look. "I'll be home before you know it." She looked for one more approving look and walked out of the house. "I hope you are right about this." Releasing a defeated sigh as he plopped onto the couch. "Me too hon," came his wife's reply as she slid in next to him. **** "Hey girl!" The driver of the dark black four door ford focus yelled out. "Hey Jean." Came Valerie's harsh toned response. She opened the backdoor and squeezed into the backseat with two other girls in the back. "You might as well brought a red flag to my doorstep banging your horn like that. Damn dude." "Chill out girl you're out and I'm here. Just didn't want to get out. Are you ready for tonight?" "Yeah. You sure you can get me home by midnight? If not, I'm dead and you'll never see me again." "I got ya girl. Anyway, You already know Beth here," Jean stated, motioning to her passenger seat, "But the two girls back there with you were your replacements last year, Casey and Rene. They both to be home by midnight. It'll all work out." Valerie awkwardly nodded to the girls she was crowded in with. Jean stepped on the gas still in front of her house, tires squealing with the car roaring until the street was out of sight. Before she knew it, Valerie was staring at the gate that protected the mansion that Jean calls a home. Jean rolled her window down and input the code that took the leash off the gate and let it roll out the red carpet. Quickly Valerie parked and the girls were entering the slow moving, incredibly heavy front door. "Alright bitches, we've got the house to ourselves tonight and even the help is gone. The beer, liquor and boys are on the way. Let's get the house ready. Casey, you..." Valerie drowned out Jeans voice and looked to her phone. It read seven, and her thoughts immediately went to the conversation she had with her parents earlier. She wanted to be here, but she had to avoid alcohol. She couldn't be caged up away from popularity again. Away from her responsibilities and sense of being on the path to adulthood. "Uhh..hello..Earth to Valerie. Are you paying attention at all or is your phone more important than tonight?" Jean questioned. "Sorry. What did you need me to do?" "I swear sometimes i don't even know why I try with you. People will be here soon just help people find their way to us after we set up. OKAY?" The other girls snickered before walking away with Jean, similar to how you would see a pack of hyenas after cleaning the bones of their prey clean. Valerie threw this image from her head and got to work. By eight, most people from school that were worth inviting were already at the house. Valerie finally had a minute to feed into the rest of the house. She squeezed into the kitchen in between two guys she knew to be football players who would not move after being asked three times. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked away. She spotted Beth at the gigantic kitchen table. "Hey Beth..silly question but anything uhh..non alcoholic I can drink? Can't get drunk tonight don't know what my parents will do to me." "Yeah that punch over there should be good. The red one not the orange one. Orange one is the trashcan punch we put together. " Beth smiled. "Thanks. Where's everyone else?" Valerie asked, practically shouting to be heard over a familiar Drake song being played in the next room, while filling her cup with the Hawaiian punch. "CHUG. CHUG. CHUG. CHUG." The chanting continued and could be heard coming from the living room. Both Beth and Valerie ran to see who was tackling the first keg stand. Once they turned the corner they were greeted by the clear vision of Jeans' thong on full display as she was held up to finish her chugging. When she came down, she took the shot from Rene's hand and downed it, throwing the empty glass to the floor. The room fell silent as she appeared to be dizzy, but then regained control. "YEAHHH!" She screamed, and with her the rest of the room. Valerie looked down at her phone then confirmed her fear: She was in for a long night. Hours later, the room was spinning for Valerie. She assumed she was getting sick because all she had so far was six cups of that punch. She checked her phone again: almost eleven. She had to get going. She teetered to the living room from the kitchen, this time seeing Casey and Rene being pounded by three guys Valerie didn't know. She fell back and hid in the kitchen just in time to run into the same guy who she was being stared down by earlier, ass first. "I knew you wanted it." The guy slurred, grabbing her ass with one strong hand. She pushed him back but he was on her already, so she fell back into the kitchen table. He followed, pants now on the floor behind him. Grabbing away at her breast beneath her shirt, she finally responded with a simple no. But a no would not do. He flipped her around and pulled her jean shorts to just below her ass. She now started kicking and crying, trying to scream no but the air would not come to her through her tears, just slight sounds that could be confused for moaning. He released his member from his boxers and pulled her panic-driven brown stained panties down as well. He was paying no attention to them though, just his ultimate goal. Time slowed down. Valerie gave up, and the tip of this random guys cock was about to devirginize her when Beth walked in the room. "WHAT THE HELL DUDE." She screamed, slapping at him causing him to retract and reach for his pants. "YOU GOT YOUR LAST GIRL. GET THE FUCK OUT." She continued to chase him throughout the house until he found the door. It didn't matter. Valerie still laid sprawled out on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down, crying. Beth came back in. She slipped the now brown panties back up into position and reached for her shorts to pull them up as well. "Val. Val! Valerie!!" Yelled Beth. She reached for the closest bottle of vodka, grabbed it and poured it down Valerie's throat. She coughed hard spitting some of it back out but consumed most of it. The rest fell down her shirt and shorts. "What happened?" Valerie asked, coming to. "Nothing..nothing at all. You want to get home?" "Yeah..*hic* I'd lish tha a lo." Beth helped Valerie to her feet and walked her out to Jeans' car, and started the drive back. Before falling asleep in her drunken state, Valerie saw the clock interface in the car. It was 12:22.

The next morning Kim woke in her own comfortable bed, her first thought that it was all a dream. Slightly moving her right leg she knew immediately it was not. Her diaper was still full from yesterday, and on top of the pain she felt in her backside, she now felt the irritation of a rash on her cheeks. She looked to move when she noticed Sara laying right next to her, still sound asleep with the sun bearing down on her. Kim stopped all movement to relieve herself of the pain of the rash momentarily and to admire Sara's beauty. She could think of nothing more than how fortunate she was to have her, even among everything that had just happened. She slid her hand down the front of Sara's stomach down to her diaper and felt what was a very wet and messy diaper as well. It being a Saturday afternoon, the girls could have sat there and enjoyed the extra sleep but Kim had to get out of her diaper. She shook Sara awake. "Hey sleepy.." Sara said, smiling. "No, you!" Kim retorted, playfully. "I have to get out of this thing, my butt feels like it is going to fall off." Sara looked at her with a serious face. Kim did not think about what she could have also meant by this, but quickly added, "I mean...a bad rash. That's all..." Sara rolled off the side of the bed, landing on all fours and with the added weight of her diaper, she made a very audible plopping noise. Kim went to move and follow suit when she noticed the clear brown stains now on the sheets where she was laying. The smells of both of the ladies diapers and the mess outside of them now met Kim's nose and again she wanted to cry. Sara saw the tears forming in her eyes and immediately went to kiss her. A quick peck was all it took to calm Kim down and Sara grabbed her hand and led her to the side of the bed and let her roll off as well. The diaper drooped and some liquid came out, catching on the diaper changing mat which Kim kept placed right next to her bed. Sara quickly removed the tapes of the destroyed diaper and let it fall open. Kim's entire area was covered, with spots of red and what was sure to be blood laid in the bed of the diaper. The smell was not what you would think of what should be such a ripe diaper, instead it was very faint and practically non existent. More smell came from Sara's own back end, which was begging to be changed. Sara let Kim feel the fresh air for a moment before attacking it with cold wet wipes which released the smell. Kim winced at the cold and at the burn felt as Sara went to work on removing the last two days of her bathroom habits. This took much longer than any kind of change before this, and what took maybe ten minutes felt like an eternity as Kim stared at the ceiling wincing in pain at every cold touch. Sara apologized as she was doing it, knowing what kind of pain she was in. Eventually, she was done and Sara gently placed cold butt paste absolutely everywhere and layered on the baby powder. She kicked up the changing mat and rolled it around the full and destroyed diaper, pushing it aside. She asked Kim to lift her now clean and caked rear end as she placed a new fresh diaper underneath her and taped it up. Sara grabbed Kim's hands and pulled her forward, Kim no longer feeling much of the pain that was below. Quickly, Kim repeated the same for Sara with much more ease, probably due to the length of time her diaper was full. The girls eyes met once more when the changes were done, and they both smiled awkward smiles. A knock came at the door, and in walked Kim's mom. "Whew! Thank god you guys got out of those. The smell has been consuming the house for awhile. I was about to change you both in your sleep!" The girls laughed and Kim's mom handed them the trash bag that she walked in with to place the old expired diapers into. "You two hurry up and get fixed up, we'll go get some breakfast. Or lunch. Or whatever you want to call it." She said as she shut the door behind her as both of the girls jumped up and started getting ready. Within minutes (a surprise, I know) both women had finished helping each other with their makeup and looked perfectly presentable. Sara followed Kim out of the bedroom, watching her walk as if the right side of her body was cemented to the floor. "How do you feel, girl? You're walking with a crazy limp." Sara asked, reaching to grab Kim's hand which she willingly accepted. "I feel much better...there is still pain there, a lot of it, and the diaper isn't helping me forget. But it will go away. I am just happy to have you here with me, its easy for me to forget it even though it just happened...can we stop talking about it?" Kim replied, not so much with an upset tone but more of a pleading one. "Sure babe! Anything I can do for you." Sara replied, swinging Kim's arm with hers and meeting up with her mom in the kitchen. "Where are we off to Ms.Belle?" "I'm in the mood for some IHop! What about you two?" The two girls shook their head together and within minutes they were down the street enjoying the mixture of breakfast and dinner all on one plate. Time flew through the day and once they were done eating, Sara had to say her goodbyes to both of them when her mom picked her up from the location. Sunday was a slow day for Kim. She spent most of it in bed and her mom ran errands what seemed like all day. All of her dreams revolved around the coach, and what he did to her so forgetting in her sleep wasn't possible either. The last thing she wanted to do was get out of bed however, feeling the need to recuperate. Still, while the guy was crazy and deserved what he received, she couldn't help but remember to what he said before she had that weird dream. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be like all the others." She spent more time revolving around these words. The officer said he had done this before, and it wasn't his first time. Still, there was something more. She felt unresolved and incomplete. Like a cliffhanger at the end of one of her favorite novels that she waited on for years, knowing she would have to continue to wait until the next one came to relieve her pain of the missing piece. She knew her imagination was getting the better of her, and that she was looking too much into it, but this was a feeling she could not shake. Sweat came to her hairline and she once again drifted off to sleep.