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Spencer nods. "Alright." He carries Val into the house and up to his office. Spencer sets down in his chair and picked up the phone. "Hello." He takes out some paper and colored pencils for Val to draw on while he talked on the phone.

Looks cool. I have a 12GB RTX 3060 and recently upgraded the CPU from the old 7-series 1800x to a similar Ryzen to yours, the 9-series 5900x. The difference is night and day. Good machine you got there.

Cool, we're everywhere! I used to be into powerlifting and recently I saw a profile of a powerlifting ABDL. Go us!

Beth nods listening to james talk and smiles to him "i know it will take time to being in diapers again and thats ok and for your room i ment we could decorate it with anything you want".

What a cliffhanger, looking forward to chapter 32!

A Toyota?

When I first introduced my diaper-vanilla (we met through a different kink circle) wife, that would have been needed. It's funny how people soften on hard limits after about 20 years.

I have my fasting bloodwork this morning in preparation for my yearly physical with my primary physician. I told my doctor about all my urinary history and issues so it's documented on my records here. I've told him I wear protection and I'm not interested in pursuing any intervention, I've tried meds and had surgical intervention when I was around 11 that failed. What I haven't done is disrobed revealing my diaper as I'm really healthy and really there's nothing to check with my pants off, until this Friday. Like you, I have been having unauthorized releases from the back door which I consider a huge problem. He is going to have to check my backside so he's probably going to see my diaper. I find not having a choice makes things easier sometimes. Hugs, Freta

This is interesting. I have not experienced this; I've either been sleeping through the night and waking up to the alarm clock with a need to pee that I immediately accommodate, or, more annoyingly, I am awoken at 5 AM by the need to pee, and I do my old trick of rolling over onto my back and falling immediately back to sleep, whilst dribbling languidly. I've had a couple of verifiable bedwetting instances over the last few weeks, but not many. One factor that may be coming into play: late-night stress eating. I'm working until 9 PM almost every night lately, and then I need time to wind down, so I'm going to bed later, and... I'm often eating something salty, say, aged cheese on crackers, or mixed nuts, or chips/crisps, which isn't good for me and will eventually push me into bariatric diapers, I know. My one concession to my health has been to not drink alcohol, for the most part, during the week, except if I'm out at the pub, which is typically one night per week now. So, red wine or IPA or Scotch or bourbon or dark rum come into play starting on Fridays, typically, and they are the main act on Saturday evenings, but other than that, I haven't been anesthetizing myself with ethanol. However, the holidays are near upon us, and over that stretch... well, my liver has been put on warning. Is this because it's the same doctor you had in the before times, or is it medical appointments in general? I have the same GP I've had since I was a teen - I assume he has a gambling problem, or hates his wife, because why he is still working is not entirely clear to me. But I like him - he is open to input, and discusses things frankly, and knows that he is on my advisory board, but is not the CEO of Me, Inc. So I haven't appeared in front of him in diapers, yet - I've worn pull-ups to his office, but none of the appointments have been trousers-off. I grew up with a Norther European complexion, in a frozen wasteland, so skin cancer, while not unheard of, hasn't plagued me so far. Although because we don't get checked for it as diligently, up here, we tend to get nasty surprises about that mole we've been ignoring. I recall a couple of nasty sunburns as a kid, but it was "a couple", generally before the advent of waterproof sunblock. I plan to just take my medicine when I am forced to find a new doctor, and just say, "Hey, so, I wear nappies - I went through this with the previous guy a long, long time ago - I've been to a urologist, I didn't like what he was proposing, and I'm fine with wearing plastic underpants, so next question, please..." But we'll see if I actually have the gumption for that, when the time comes But I had the "wearing a diaper in front of a highly educated professional" bandage ripped off when I went to a urologist a couple of years ago in a pull-up, expecting it to be an introductory affair, and instead, he immediately invited me to drop my drawers in front of him, and a resident. Excellent. I wasn't there on a complaint regarding leaking plumbing - it was a consult requested by another specialist - so, amazingly, the fact that I had a dour, grey pull-on man diaper under my jeans was not commented on as he digitally assaulted me while the other guy watched.

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Kayla was infuriated she had no choice she felt trapped.. ”This is stupid and you’re not touching me Fatty Florence!” She wanted to make sure Florence knew her place! Spanking Kayla was so confused with everything and worried what Florence might say or do that she didn’t catch it until later.. ”Spanking I’m seventeen not seven I haven’t got a spanking since I was ten I’m too old for spankings!” She said not believing how her evil aunt is embarrassing her in front of the girl she and her friends bullied..

Aunty was VERY firm and clear "You have two choices you can be a well behaved young lady and obey. Or if your disobey I will have to deal with you as a NAUGHTY LITTLE girl You will need your first teen SPANKING here and NOW! With Florence watching and the whole store hearing." Florence added “And after your spanking I will help your aunt to undress you, as if you were a toddler.”

Thanks for the responses. #2 the fecal leakage is not that bad, it's more like stains on the bedding sometimes. I remember a back in like 2017, we was on holiday and by brother came into our bedroom and noticed the stains on the bed sheets, he took the piss. other other issue being that sometimes (also recently) whereby i feel a little discomfort and if i then wipe with tissue, its not clean. yet i can be 99.9% sure that i do wipe properly. I have never lost or passed a full stool. #1 I have been playing more attention to this, and it does seem to be triggered by running water. like today for example, i was filling kitchen kettle with water then i got a strong urge to pee. if any leaked, not sure was padded 😀 prob not. when cleaning teeth, this is where i do notice it more. even more so, when not wearing anything. I doubt my partner will be happy with me going 24/7 with nappies unless there is a need for them.

I don't know if it's still around or not, but one scent that I love is the Powder Room scent from Renuzit air fresheners. We have a can in the bathroom at the lake, and its scent is amazing to me.

James nods and blushes. "I kinda like the whole nursery and diapers thing." He explained. " It was pretty nice knowing someone would take care of my bathroom needs and baby me. Of course, the diapers will take some getting used to."

I'm sure his Mom and Dad are proud. I wonder if he drives a race car? Or maybe a Civic.

Idk maybe it is an inch longer? But regardless when I put this thing in, I'm peeing. Whether its just hitting a spot that triggers me or what. It's standard tube with metal ends pressed in so I could get longer tube and try it I guess.

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Have many Bothans lost their lives to get this information?

This week in "Words my beloved never said": I've been wracking my brains trying to imagine a scenario where she would instruct me to "use your nappy" but it seems that's an imaginative step too far in my marital world. Even in some far-fetched scenario where only by immediately filling my diaper could I avoid an otherwise inexorable and excruciating death at the hands of the obscure Soviet neurotoxin that had been, with startling implausibility, inserted into my rectum earlier, she would be cross checking what playlist I'd like at my funeral before issuing such an order. This of course would just be plugging an otherwise awkward conversational silence because she'll play whatever she wants. I'd recommend a flame thrower...

It was time this week again for my annual skin cancer check: my 6th one navigated around from within the humid confines of my nappies. It seems that my skin is a fecund field for cancers. A place where they pop up prolifically, almost overnight, like mushrooms exploding forth from a moist, verdant summer lawn. This is due to a number of factors; my age, having a pale, northern European complexion whilst living 3 feet from the surface of the sun and, childhood skin traumas. One of my mother’s many curious beliefs was that sunburn was “cleansing” and therefore good for us. At least that’s what she’d tell us from the inside of our locked backdoor whilst my sister and I whined at her from outside it to be let back in the house. We were trying to escape not only boredom but the fierce, Australian summer sun that baked every square inch of our largely shade-free new-suburban-block. I wonder sometimes if she secretly hoped that one or more of us would simply drown as we periodically swam unsupervised in our small above-ground pool which was the only relief from the heat. I can remember clear as a bell, one night as a child, wandering alone around our still-hot house in the evening to the roar of cicadas almost dizzy with the pain from my blistering shoulders and arms. I could not bring myself to sit in a chair with my parents watching TV as anything touching my skin was unbearable. Even my father, not known for moderation or empathy had intervened at the aftermath of that cleansing burn. His odd palliative technique was to smear sliced tomatoes over the worst of the blisters on my shoulders. If nothing else this proved that the internet was unnecessary for the perpetuation of quackery. You know sometimes, when writing down history like this, I suspect there is some glimmer of a clue as to why I may have regressive tendencies. I also suspect I’ve recounted that childhood anecdote before but I digress. All those ultra-violet chickens eventually came home to roost. I have to be checked annually by a dermatologist. I’ve certainly said before that you just can’t hide your nappy with a full skin cancer check. It would be the only garment I would not immediately have to remove and even then, he would peer inside it front and back. Every year I’ve duly squibbed and gone nappy free. In the early days of this adventure, I’d imagined that if my nappy-phase lasted more than a few weeks or months, I’d grasp the nettle of sharing my preferred underwear type with medical science in the interests of transparency and perhaps, operational necessity. I assumed that I would become more comfortable with my choices here and that this opening of the metaphorical kimono would therefore be less painful than it seemed to be back at the time, possibly even cathartic. It did not. I remain as uncomfortable today about “sharing” as I did in 2018. Despite an abundance of anecdotal evidence that being in a nappy for treatment will be professionally disregarded or at worst, gently probed with offers of urological assistance, I am still not sufficiently comfortable in my own skin here to share with them that I habitually wet myself and that no medical intervention is necessary or desired. So, I squibbed again and resolved to attend my session nappy-free. Historically, this hasn’t been that difficult as the dermatologist is only a 10 minute drive from my house. Or WAS 10 minutes… Now that I live in a seaside resort filled with retirees waiting to die it’s nearly 2 hours away by car. It was perhaps fortunate that an oppressive tropical air-mass along with too much red wine on Sunday night saw me well-dehydrated come Monday morning. I’d still managed to wet my nappy asleep though. More on that later. At 6am, eschewing chugging water to help with my ordeal, I pulled on an emergency-use-only pull-up beneath underwear and commenced the 2 hour run south for my annual date with a bottle of liquid nitrogen wielded by a sadist. Basically, I made it there dry. I was pretty uncomfortable for the last hour but I was dry. I surprised myself. I suspect the dehydration fairy helped a lot. I ditched the pull-up in a mall toilet (adjacent to his rooms) as per plan but I didn’t have to bin it as it was dry. This was followed by a glorious pee that lasted for what seemed like two weeks however the rate of micturition was so slow, it would have been lucky to be a cup or dark, dehydrated wee. I had to have that wee in instalments too. It would stop and then again, start again. Eventually, it seemed to have truly stopped including the residual dripping. Then, nappy-free, I trudged upstairs to visit the doc. I think there may have been a drip on my underwear but it dissipated somewhere between the waiting and examination rooms. An hour and quite a few hundred dollars later, I bolted for the bathroom on the way out as the urgency was fierce. Having completed a second, record-breaking urination in a toilet for the day, I taped on the not-quite-as-BetterDry that I’d secreted into my backpack, ditched the underwear, and commenced a series of residual tasks I’d scheduled for myself whilst down in the “big smoke”. It seemed like my bladder was exhausted by the morning’s effort and my kidneys’ had also found something to process. I’d wet myself a little bit before I’d even gotten back to my car which was 5 minutes from the bathroom. It seems I wasn’t finished at the toilet when I thought I was. I think this is a part of “incomplete voiding” which is a thing for me now. It didn’t matter as I had my nappy back on. I then, far more comfortably, remained in a “drip and dribble” zone for the balance of the morning before making it back up the coast to arrive with a wet spot on my jeans bum about lunchtime. That’s what BetterDry DO these days: the name means it’s better to keep them dry. If you wet them, they will leak. So, nothing greatly surprising there, no hidden incontinence, simply range and urgency issues to the point of irritation. I suspect I got away with the trip down due to dehydration but having drunk water on arrival, there was no hope of staying dry on the way home. I couldn’t even make it from the bathroom to the carpark. So my point about wetting my nappy asleep the previous night? I think it’s happening every night lately and thinking back over the last few months, I think there have been a few stretches of “permanent” bed wetting going on previously. It’s a bit hard to be sure and if I start setting up experiments I suspect I’ll just change the outcome I'm trying to measure but there’s been a sustained pattern of waking up every morning with either blurred or no recollection at all of peeing during the night. My nappy is thoroughly wet though and I never seem to need to pee in the morning.

Beth nods and says "i promise sweetheart you won't ever have to worry anymore we will give you all the love and care you need and if you want we could change your room to make more comfortable and i bet your gonna be the best big brother to the little girl thats with john" beth rubs your back soothingly while cuddling you.

Oh no 🫣 Patch that up, will ya!

Sorry, Rings has a source; I don't think she knows your panda directly... they have a network, though. The Bothans have nothing on them! 🤣 Thanks for the comments! 🙂

I travel to Swindon for work and wondering if any mummies/baby girls are in the area who would like a baby boy?