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Tonight is a Little For Big blue diaper. Put it on about 10 pm. Only wet it twice. Once when I got back from a little bit of driving, and tinkled a little bit just now.

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@ReddyI appreciate you responding to my questions and your valuable courage and data you're sharing with our community on becoming incontinent by surgery. It's very hard to find honest people willing to talk about this subject. I have had this feeling since 12. I even remember being so desperate to be bladder incontinent, I tried bruising my bladder with the edge of a hard cover book at 14. But I could never have the courage to do it hard enough to do damage. Thankfully I didn't land up doing it that way or I could have done severe damage to an unwanted part of my body...... So, this is why they should allow us to have it done safely in a hospital. I wish bobbybrown and yourself that your dreams of incontinence may be granted soon! You guys are basically celebrities in the community now lol!

My mornung Abena M4 diaper is wet and messy with a sooo nice warm, soft, squishy poopie. I don't mind cleaning up, just a perfunctory responsibility after I go potty in my diapee.

I was reading a title of songs and I read "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". Quickly it became "Lucy in the Sky with Diapers". So what song titles if misheard or misread become ABDL titles?

Getting my testicals crushed and having to beg for food, seems kind of horror, yes

Hope everyone had a good May the Force and Cinco de Mayo. Chapter 10 I woke up to my mom rubbing my back and saying, “Will, it’s time for your evening feeding.” I open my eyes, roll onto my back, and see that Rosie is standing beside the bed. She said, “Alright Will, last feeding of the day. If you vomit, that is OK, just call me if anything feels off with your feeding tube. Do you need any more pain medicine?” I nodded my head and watched as she connected my feeding tube to the bag and then injected me with two different syringes. She then said, “All set, I will be back in a little bit to flush your feeding tube.” My mom then said, “Let’s have you sitting up in case you get sick again.” She then raised my bed until I was almost in a sitting position and placed a bowl in my lap for if I threw up again. “Try and stay awake until after the feeding is done and we know that you won’t get sick,” my mom said. I just nodded my head. After my mom sat back down in the recliner, I looked at the TV to see that my parents were watching reruns of The Office. Doing my best to stay awake, I try to focus my attention on the TV. Within 10 minutes of the show, I started to feel nauseous. Another 10 minutes later I was using all my power not to throw up. I was starting to have to constantly swallow my saliva, as the need to vomit built up. A minute later I could not hold back any longer and with the bowl raised to my face, I threw up a few mouthfuls of the milky white liquid that was coming from the feeding bag. My mom rushed to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. A few moments after coughing and catching my breath, I look to see my dad on the other side of my bed with a small cup of water in hand. He said, “Let’s rinse your mouth out.” He brought the cup up to my lips and I took a few sips to rinse my mouth out and spit into the bowl. My dad then threw the bowl away and grabbed a new bowl for me and set it in my lap. My mom said, “The feeding bag is almost empty, I don’t think you are going to get sick again, but try and stay up for a little longer until it is empty.” I just nodded my head as my parents retook their seats. Less than 10 minutes later, the bag was empty and my nausea was starting to subside. A moment later Rosie walked back in. As she was flushing my feeding tube, my mom said, “Will got sick again.” Rosie asked while looking at me, “Are you having any issues with your feeding tube after vomiting?” I just shook my head no, and then she said, “I will let the doctors know, but it may be something that we are just going to have to deal with for the time being since this is the only way for you to get nutrition.” I just glumly nodded my head and thought that throwing up three times a day is just one more thing to add to the list of shitty things to deal with daily at this point. As Rosie was leaving the room, my mom got up and started lowering the bed back down for me and said, “Get some rest, Will. Your Dad and I will both be staying the night here.” As soon as the bed was lowered to almost flat, I just turned onto my side away from my parents and as I was falling asleep, I could feel my mom kiss me on the back of my head. I awoke in the middle of the night needing to poop. I turned over onto my back and could see that my mom was sleeping on the couch and my dad was sleeping in the recliner. In the strongest voice that I could muster, I said, “Dad, Dad, Dad!” I could then see my dad stirring in his sleep, then open his eyes and look at me. “Will, what’s wrong?” “Bathroom,” was as I could speak in my weak state. My dad jumped out of the recliner and rushed over to my bedside. Pulling the covers off of me, he picked me up then quickly turned around with me in his arms and sat me on the commode. In less than a minute, my bowels were empty and my dad wiped my bottom using wet wipes. He then picked me back up and set me back in bed. While pulling up the covers, he kissed me on the forehead and said, “Get some sleep, Will, wake me or your mom up if you need anything else tonight.” I nodded and turned back over onto my side. As I was falling back to sleep, I could hear my dad emptying the commode in the bathroom. I woke up again to the night nurse who I have yet to get her name, asking me if I need more pain medicine. With a simple nod, she injected me with the Dilaudid and I was back asleep. I woke up to it being light outside. A moment after waking up, I noticed why I woke up in the first place. My joints were starting to ache again; I turned onto my back and could see that both my parents were up and watching the news on the TV. I called out to my parents, “What time is it.” My dad said, “It’s almost 8:30. Why do you ask?” “The pain meds are starting to wear off,” I said. My dad responded, “I’ll call the nurse.” A few minutes later, Rosie walked in and said, “Good morning Will, what can I do for you this morning?” My mom answered, “Will’s pain medicine is wearing off.” With a concerned look on Rosie’s face, she turned to me and asked, “Do you think you can hold off for another thirty minutes when you are scheduled to get your next dose?” I simply replied, “Maybe.” Rosie responded, “I’m going to go ahead and start your morning feeding, and weigh and measure you. I will be back in a minute.” Rosie was back within a minute and started the feeding bag for my feeding tube and injected me with nausea medicine. She then measured me as I was lying in bed and took my weight using the bed. She said, “Will, you weigh ninety-four pounds and are five foot and a half an inch. I will be back in twenty minutes to give you your pain medicine.” Once Rosie walked back out of the room, my mom raised my bed to some I was back into an almost sitting position and placed a bowl in my lap for me. Knowing that I would probably throw up and that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until I got more pain medicine, I turned my attention to the news on the TV. Just like last night, I started to get more and more nausea as time crawled by. The pain in my joints was also getting worse by the minute. Not knowing how long I had been waiting, I decided not to try and hold back vomiting. I raised the bowl to my mouth and threw up another couple of mouthfuls of white liquid. My dad, seeing me throw up, got out of the recliner and went and got me a small cup of water to rinse my mouth out with. As I am rinsing my mouth out, Rosie walks back in. “Will, I’m back to give you your pain medicine,” pausing, she then said, “Did you get sick again?” My dad responded, “Yes, he threw up another couple of mouthfuls of vomit.” Rosie nodded, then injected me with the Dilaudid. Relief washed over me as the pain medicine worked its way through my body. Rosie said, “It looks like the feeding bag is almost empty, I will be back in a few minutes to flush Will’s feeding tube.” My dad then asked me, “How do you feel right now.” “Nauseous and tired, but I don’t think I’m going to throw up again,” I said. My dad nodded and said, “I’m going to let you lay back down.” My dad took the bowl of vomit from my lap and lowered my bed down to where I could lie down again. Before I could fall back to sleep, Rosie walked back in. She then flushed my feeding tube and threw the bag away. Before walking out of the room she said to my parents and me, “One of the doctors should be checking in on you this afternoon and possibly going over the biopsy results.” Not long after Rosie left, I was back to sleep. I woke up screaming in agonizing pain. The pain was so intense, that I was arching my back and curling my toes and fingers. It felt like someone had smashed every joint in my body with a hammer. My parents rushed to my side, but there was nothing they could do as I was screaming. It seemed after 30 seconds the pain started to subside just enough to keep me from screaming and arching my back. My mom frantically asked, “Where does it hurt Will?” With tears welling in my eyes I was able to shout out, “Everywhere!” No less than a few seconds later, I was hit with another wave of agonizing pain and screamed out again. The pain was so great that I immediately let loose my bowels and poop covered my butt, thighs, and lower back. As the wave of intense pain was starting to subside again, I could see out of the corner of my eye Rosie rushing in. Before she could even make it all the way into my room, I could hear my dad shout, “Get a goddamn doctor here now!” I could see Rosie turn on her heels and rush back out of the room. I could smell the foul smell of my poop filling the room. I looked up at my mom who was holding one of my hands as tight as she could with tears in her own eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks, all I could say at that moment was, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” My mom placed her other hand on the side of my face and said, “It's just an accident, it’s OK.” A moment later, another wave of extreme pain hit me as I screamed out, arched my back, threw my head back, and my eyes felt like they were rolling into the back of my head. As the latest wave was starting to subside, I could see a bunch of doctors and nurses rushing into the room. I watched as two nurses pulled my parents from my bedside and I was then surrounded by doctors and nurses on either side of me. Sobbing now, I just yelled out, “Make it stop, Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!” I could feel multiple nurses and doctors hold me down to the bed. Out the side of my eye, I could see someone with a tray full of syringes. Before I could get a better look, I was hit with another wave of extreme pain. I started to scream again but was unable to arch my back due to the staff holding me down. As I was screaming, I felt the pain in my body starts to dissipate. I stopped screaming and looking to my left, I could see someone injecting syringe after syringe into my I.V. Looking straight up at the ceiling, I could feel a warmth that started at my core and worked its way to all my limbs. As it worked its way to my head, I was overcome with an intense feeling of inner peace and calmness that I never felt before. As my eyes were feeling heavy, I thought, ‘This must be what dying feels like.’ A second later darkness overcame me. I opened my eyes. Gone was the hospital room and everyone in it. Gone was the pain and suffering. Gone was the bed where I was lying in my own waste. Looking down, I noticed that I was sitting in a kayak with a paddle in my hands. I was no longer in my sickly small body, but the body before I got sick. I could see the hair on my arms and legs. I was no longer wearing the hospital gown, but just a simple pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Setting the paddle in my lap, I brought a hand up to my face and could feel that I had my beard back. I looked around and could see that I was no longer in Arizona but on the river in my home state of Georgia where I spent most of my childhood on. I could feel the hot humid air on my skin and surprised myself with how much I missed it. I was home. I stuck my feet out of the kayak on either side and plunged them into the refreshing cool black water of the river. Looking on either side of the river, I could see that the banks were lined with cypress trees with their knees jutting out of the water. Looking past the line of cypress trees, I could see oak trees going up the hill that morphed into a forest of pine trees that could go as far as the eye could see. I leaned back into the seat of the kayak and let the current bring me downstream, only using my paddle to steer and letting it sit in my lap to allow me to also plunge my arms into the cool water as well. As the straightaway gave way to the lazy whining bends of the river, the canopy of the tree tops that overhung, allowed for shade from the hot sun. On the bends of the river, sandbars were formed that I could stop at for swimming, and cliffs that overlooked the river made the perfect camping spot. I watched as a kingfisher would fly from one side of the river to the other, working its way downstream with its shrill call as it was in flight. Going around another bend, I could see a herd of deer crossing. The Bucks were just starting to grow their antlers for the fall rut. As I made my way around another bend, the river opened up to a straightaway. As I was making my way down the straightaway, I noticed a pair of river otters playfully circle my kayak before leaving me as I made my way further downstream. The sun began to set below the tree line and I could hear the calls of barred owls as they were waking up for the night. I could then hear the call of wood ducks and just as I was looking up, they passed overhead so close that I could hear the whistling of the air coming off their wings as they flew home to roast for the night. As the last rays of light were giving way to the night, I was joined by a chorus of insects and frogs. I laid back into my kayak and as all the stars were coming out, everything faded to black.

He put a hand on her shoulder, and he rocked her a moment. "Sweetheart, unless we decide differently on Friday, if you ever find yourself lost again, stay where you are if you can, and if you are really scared, go to the main office and tell the manager or person in charge that you lost your Uncle Larry Hauches, and if they ask you how old you are, just tell them you're eleven, and tell them you're not supposed to tell anyone your name. That's a common safe thing we teach kids, so they shouldn't bat an eye at that." He hugged her. "I'm really sorry. I thought you'd sleep a little long, and I just wanted to square away with the landlord her that we'd be moving on Friday and pay the extra for having an extra person in the room. I told him my niece is here with me for a few days because something happened at home and you can't go home just now, which is kind of true." "You need to get your diaper changed, and I need to get a good look at what is going on down there, so I know if you have a rash from wearing wet clothes all the time." He smiled. "I know you said you only noticed it getting that bad a couple of days ago, as far as full on wetting, and I believe you, but if you were leaking a lot and not noticing until you were wet, then you'd have moisture around your privates even longer, so I need to check, baby." He opened the door for her. "I might as well undress you, when I give you a bath because I want to see if you've injured yourself in other places, too or if you have any owies." He didn't stir her. He knew it was going to be uncomfortable for her, but he had to take care of her, if he was really calling her an eleven year old that had no sense of how to take care of herself, and being twenty-three and not being able to take care of herself, she had to know that sounded even worse than just eleven and not knowing some basic stuff. He didn't chase her into the bathroom or anything. He just watched where she was going while he started to get her some clothes ready.

She sighs in relief when she sees a familiar figure in the parking lot. and leans up against the wall as her breathing starts to return to normal. as he walks up she wipes her eyes. "I don't know i woke up and i didn't see you in anywhere i looked around and couldn't find you so i panicked and thought you went to the room so i came here but then no one answered the door and I just didn't know what to do so i just kept scanning the parking lot till i saw you finally."

When he didn't see her at the car, he started to panic. Did she just get a ride back and return to the streets? She's going to get hurt, or worse! She really can't take care of herself! Maybe she just went to the room. He was so dumb! She IS like an eleven year old, not understanding anything, and this sort of proved it! Hell, even an eleven year old knows to stay put and wait if their parent left them for a moment because you don't leave kids in the car for very long! He ran to the motel door, the motel did have just a two floor sort of apartment feel with all the doors facing outside to the parking lot. He looked up at the area, and he sighed. He saw someone standing right in front of his room, and he was sure that she was about the same height of the girl, Sarah. He mumbled to himself. "No more leaving her on her own unless she's aware of the plan. She can't be trusted to stay put otherwise." He walked up to her and sighed in relief as he got close enough to positively identify her. "Honey, are you okay?" he asked her. "Why'd you leave the car, sweetheart?"

Yes, poor Daniel.... Imagine being forced to breastfeed from huge milky breasts while helplessly wetting your diapers! Oh, the Horror!! 😁😂😅😆

Are you both going to have the operation on the same day? Are you planning on meeting?

Poor Daniel

Heyo, readers! I... did not expect this story to suddenly come to mind, but here it is! This will be a mini-series, maybe three chapters total, not sure yet. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoy it! Swimming Ahead (Part 1) by Panther Cub "This is so humiliating!" Ariel looked over to Kelly, seeing the red panda girl pouting with her arms crossed. The teenaged otter girl shared her BFF's sentiment, as did the majority of their grumbling fellow classmates, but they had known that this was coming. All across the southern continent country of Bioux, a new mandate for schools, both public and private alike, had just taken effect. Unlike their neighbors to the north in Callinstrad, or to the east in Vivalia and Shtall, Bioux had decided to begin a process to help screen for late-blooming Miner Syndrome sufferers. What that meant for Ariel and Kelly as well as the rest of the student body at St. Callow's School for Young Ladies exactly, they didn't know. But taking a look around the bright and colorful room that was attached to the MSer daycare section of the school, they knew that it would be embarrassing. "Don't worry, Kells," Ariel said, putting a comforting paw on the other girl's shoulder, both wearing the uniform black blazers and pleated red skirts, "it'll only be, like, an hour of feeling awkward for six months... and then we can move on and maybe laugh about it later." Kelly frowned, but nodded. "Still, I hope that they don't make us wear diapers..." The general din of murmuring from their class was immediately silenced by the sudden opening of the classroom door. In walked, or rather, flowed an elegantly graceful vixen who seemed to be in her late twenties, wearing an ankle-length blue and white floral dress. She set her purse down on her desk before turning to regard her students, her tail wagging happily. "Good morning, class!" Her voice sounded full of boundless energy and excitement, with a slight melodic trill to it that could easily be missed. "I am Miss Callistone, and I'll be your teacher here in Comfort and Care 101! I'm sure that you'll all have a lot of fun before moving on to additional electives in the second semester!" "Except for those who end up in the daycare." Looking over to see who spoke, Ariel wasn't shocked to see none other than Michelle snickering in her little group of friends. The hyena caught Ariel looking back at her and gave a wink. "How about we make this class a little more fun with a betting pool about who'll become total baby brains?" "Miss Evanston, I do not condone gambling in my class," Miss Callistone said, now standing right beside Michelle's desk. Ariel's breath hitched in her throat as she, much like the now visibly nervous hyena girl, was awestruck by the apparent speed and stealth with which the vixen had used to just appear like that. The teacher in question was frowning down at Michelle, slowly shaking her head in disapproval. "Furthermore, just because someone's latent condition might be triggered by the stimuli of my class, that doesn't mean that they will miss out on choosing their elective class to replace this one in the next semester. Her gaze swept around the other girls, letting out a disappointed sigh. "I had hoped that the principal would have gone with my helpful pamphlet idea... well, no matter. Let us take a moment to set the record on the purpose of this class straight." Ariel watched again as Miss Callistone strode gracefully back up to her desk and the large dry erase marker board. Turning back around, her playful smile had returned, with her tail beginning to slowly wag. "Now, class, I know that there have been a lot of wild rumors running amok about what's going to happen here. Basically, all we're going to do is spend the whole class period, gradually getting to know our inner children. The key word there being gradually." She looked around for any questions before continuing. "Typically, Miner's Syndrome manifests at the very beginning of puberty, though some cases of it happening earlier have been found. But it can also manifest in one's mid to late teens, which can be a rather nasty shock for the poor dears it happens to. But with some additional support and care, they can thankfully readjust to their new conditions and all that entails. Unfortunately, some late bloomers make it all the way into adulthood before the symptoms first begin to appear. When this happens, it can be so much more devastating. It is one thing to be on the cusp of adulthood and independence only to find oneself needing much more care and attention and love. It is another thing entirely to have that happen as a grown-up with so much pressure and anxiety to already be contending with." Letting that sink in, Ariel reflected on how she never thought very often about MSerswho manifested as adults. She wondered if any survived long enough to wind up homeless, especially if they had no families to help them. "So by creating a safe and nurturing environment, we hope that if any late-bloomers are in this class, their conditions will manifest and they can begin getting all the support they could ever need! Questions?" The rest of the girls were all silent, and no one was raising their paws, talons, claws, and hooves. Biting her lower lip, Ariel slowly raised her own paw. "Yes, Miss Vellburne?" The vixen asked, her tail starting to wag faster, showing her excitement at getting to engage more with her new students. Ariel felt her cheeks redden a bit as she began to speak, but she pushed right on through. "Does this mean that we'll have to wear d--... diapers?" No one laughed, like she had been expecting, and instead they were all waiting for the answer, many looking nervous or sporting blushes similar to the otter's. "Only a student with Miner's Syndrome will be required to wear a diaper," Miss Callistone said with a yip. Ariel and the others breathed a sigh of relief, with Kelly also looking in slightly better spirits. "But." That one word was enough to cause everyone to freeze in place, dread being palpable in the atmosphere of the room. "Due to the potential for certain... accidents in class, starting next week for the duration of the rest of the semester, training pants will be a required part of the uniform for all students in C&C." "Th-that's not fair!" Kelly sprang up, quickly shrinking back in on herself after she realized she'd just had such an outburst. "S-sorry, Miss Callistone..." The vixen let out a warm chuckle and waved a dismissive paw. "Think nothing of it, Miss Draya. I expect we'll see many more such sudden emotional bursts as the class progresses. But, the rule will be followed, no exceptions. I am aware of how harsh that sounds, but we are all trying our best here to help everyone. So please, I want you all to know that my door is always open to talk. Now, unless there's anymore questions, we can begin today with just some simple yet fun arts and crafts! I'll begin passing around construction paper, safety scissors, crayons, and the gluesticks!" Later... "Well that was pretty... patronizing," Ariel said as she and Kelly walked down the hall past the other shuffling students. "I thought your picture of the surfing squirrel looked really good!" The red panda girl offered Ariel a comforting smile. "It was supposed to be a shooting star..." Kelly winced and grimaced. "W-well, it still looked better than my sunflower did." They continued to walk in silence, the hall becoming distinctly less crowded. "... Are we really gunna have to wear Paw-Ups?" Kelly looked hopefully at her friend. Ariel slowly nodded, dashing the red panda's hopes. "Yeah... it looks like it. Appeals for the mandate's removal have been filed, but it could be years before anything is done about it, and that's not even counting how many people in Parliament were in favor of it." Kelly let out a sigh and crossed her arms again. "... I wonder how many of our classmates have it..." "Huh?" Kelly rolled her eyes before giving the otter girl an exasperated look. "I mean, how many of our classmates do you think are gunna end up in the daycare?" Ariel thought about it for a moment. "Who can say?" Ariel shrugged. "I guess late bloomers happen enough to make this class important enough to actually exist in the first place." "I guess so..." Kelly looked down at her feet, clearly uncomfortable. "It's kinda scary too though, huh?" "... Yeah... anyone in class could end up back in diapers, potentially at any time." The two remained silent the rest of the way to class, not wanting to dwell any further on what the future and its possibilities held in store for them. However, the future creeps and crawls its way along whether one wants it to or not, and soon enough, the two are heading to the awaiting buses parked out in front of the school gates. Ariel and Kelly drifted through the current of fellow students down the front steps and past the ornately carved fountain of a dragon spewing a watery blaze straight up into the sky, the falling droplets sparkling in afternoon light. The two girls talked about classes, barring one, clubs and activities, and anything that could help them get their minds off the growing sense of dread. Getting off at her stop, Ariel was soon walking alone the block and a half back to her house. A gentle and cool breeze swished her skirt a bit, prompting her to imagine what it would be like to walk around with a Paw-Up on underneath. She imagined she'd be a bit more nervous about breezes and the wind in general. Walking up the sidewalk towards her house, a canary yellow two-story building with a well-maintained garden in the front yard. She smiled a bit, seeing her father's tomato plants growing well in their cages, before opening the front door with her key and entering. Ariel came to a sudden halt when she saw her parents both sitting on the couch, with the TV off. Sitting there on the coffee table before them were three large pink and white packages that displayed an excited-looking teenage lioness wearing just a pink t-shirt and... a pair of underwear that definitely looked thicker than regular panties. In fact, they looked to be the kind with tearable sides... "... I see..." Ariel said after a bit, slipping her backpack from her shoulders. "Honey." her mother, Val, a loving, if not a bit overbearing, vixen looked as uncomfortable as Ariel felt. "We know that this is a bit... awkward, sweetie," her father, Terrance, said. The older otter sighted and rubbed the back of his neck. "But, as you know, we really don't have much of a choice when it comes to this." "I know, Dad," Ariel said, trying to give a reassuring smile, making instead a bit of a grimace. "Well, maybe there's a bright side?" Val offered, picking up one of the packages with the words Paw-Ups emblazoned across in pink glittery words. "I mean, maybe this can help you for... OH! For a college essay?" "Val..." Terrance sighed, curling his tail around her waist to pull her in closer for a cuddle. "I think lots of kids are gunna be trying that after this." Ariel pointed out, smiling a little. Despite the oncoming humiliation, she still knew her parents were there for her, like always. "It's... gunna just have to be what it is. I'll be going to school wearing training pants for the next six months." "Oh, honey!" Val scampered off the couch to run up and pull her daughter into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry! I wish that there was a way to make things all better!" "Mom," Ariel said, choking down a sob. Her Mom and Dad were already distressed enough about all of this as it is. The last thing she wanted was to make them feel any worse about it. "It'll be okay. All the other girls have to do it too, plus, it's not like this is just happening at my school." "Yeah, but how do you feel about it, Ariel?" Terrance asked, looking quizzically at his daughter. "I think I'll probably forget that they're even there after a week or so. Plus, I've still got my responsibilities as the Captain of the Gardening Club to keep me and my mind busy." Val released her daughter as she and Terrance shared a look of concern. "Sweetie... if you're sure, then alright... but you do know that you can talk to me and your father about anything and everything, right?" "I know, Mom!" Ariel smiled and kissed her mother on the cheek. "But right now, I think I'd like to go ahead and get this homework done and out of the way." "You get a lot on the first day back?" Terrance asked. "A little. Mr. Hardwith seems like the no-nonsense type." Ariel quickly excused herself to head up into her room, stopping to grab her new Paw-Ups on the way. The moment her bedroom door was shut, she had to wipe away some tears, frowning as she looked down at the packages. Groaning a little, she set them down by her desk, before using a claw to carefully slice one open. She pulled out the lightly crinkling undergarment and unfolded it. It was mostly white with a bright pink trim. The sides were tearable, with little hearts running down the seam. There was a glittery pink butterfly on the front, which would no doubt disappear when wet. Walking over to her dresser, she opened the underwear drawer and set it inside, taking note of the contrast the training pant painted laying amidst the rest of her underwear. "You got this," she said in a quiet voice to no one. "You'll overcome this and not disappoint anyone..." Ariel gave the drawer a hard shove shut and straightened up. She grabbed her backpack and unzipped it, quickly getting to work on her few homework assignments. Everything would be alright. She was fine. Everything was fine. * * * Ariel hugged her sides as she walked to the bus stop, trying to keep her tail from moving and causing a crinkle sound that her Mom and dad had assured was very hard to hear, yet sounded so loud to be almost deafening to her own ears. The first week back to school had seemed to practically pass by in a blur. C&C with Miss Callistone first thing in the morning hadn't been too bad yet. They got to actually have a bit of a recess last Friday, which meant going outside into the fresh air and sunlight, which was pretty nice. However, it was only allowed in the daycare section's fenced off playground and outdoors play area. Thankfully they wouldn't be getting a recess until around lunchtime, so they didn't have to deal with the overgrown toddlers. A breeze came by and began to swish her skirt. Looking around wildly, she quickly grabbed and yanked her skirt down, unfortunately pulling the top of it down as well, revealing the bright pink and white waistband of her Paw-Ups for potentially anyone to see. Ariel was grateful to every deity that had ever existed that no one was around at the school bus stop to have seen. She had just finished readjusting her skirt when the bright yellow bus came around the corner and pulled to a stop in front of her. Steeling herself, she got on board, and took her seat next to Kelly. The lack of her usual chattiness was a sign enough for Ariel to know that the red panda girl was definitely not liking her new underwear either. Arriving at school, Ariel noticed the very subdued atmosphere on the bus as everyone started to depart. Wincing a little as she felt another gust playing with the hemline of her skirt, Ariel much more gingerly tugged it down, and spotted plenty of the other girls doing the same. Walking through the halls, she and Kelly made minimal conversation, both coming to a halt at the door to their homeroom class. Taking a shared deep breath, the two girls stepped through the classroom door, to be immediately greeted by Miss Callistone, who gave them a warm smile that made the otter blush even more. "Good morning, Ariel and Kelly!" The older vixen's tail started to gently wag. "Now I have to ask, are you two wearing your Paw-Ups, sweeties?" Faces turning crimson beneath their fur, both girls simply nodded. Miss Callistone smiled and nodded, reaching over to ruffle both of their headfurs. "I believe you two. I know how embarrassing this can be, but I promise that this isn't the end of the world some of your classmates are making it out to be... Now, you two should go find your seats. Today is a special class." Wondering what she could've meant by that, Ariel and Kelly did as instructed and took their usual desks next to each other, watching as Miss Callistone started questioning every one of her students as they entered about whether or not they were wearing their Paw-Ups. It didn't take long before a problem began to arise. A certain hyena girl entered, casually trying to walk past the older vixen. "Miss Evanstan, are you wearing your Paw-Ups today?" Miss Callistone asked, causing the hyena to stop in her tracks, eyes darting left to right for a bit. "Yup," she said, unable to meet the vixen's eyes. "Well then, let's just take a quick check, just in case?" Michelle growled as the back of her skirt was pulled out a bit, with Miss Callistone frowning. "Miss Evanstan, you know the rules. You are supposed to be wearing training pants as part of your school uniform." Michelle took a deep breath and scowled. "Well... it's a stupid rule! I'm not some mindless giant baby who's gunna drop a load in her pants without knowing it! This entire law is stupid and I'm not gunna do it!" She looked back at Miss Callistone with a defiant smirk. The vixen slowly shook her head. "Oh dear. Well, some resistance to the new change was expected. You can start heading to the principal's office. I'll call ahead to let them know you're coming and why." "Whatever." Michelle rolled her eyes and stomped back out of the classroom. "Something tells me that Michelle's gunna be coming back with the proper uniform attire on and everything." Kelly flashed Ariel a semi-cheeky grin. Ariel wasn't paying attention, however, because of another issue that had decided now was the time to rear its ugly head for her. She had to go to the bathroom... Well, hop[e you all enjoyed the new story! Let me know what you think!

That's good to know. My eyes already suck, and I don't need to make them any worse. Thank you

I have one that I got from Amazon. Generally, I shave use the laser on the stubble that is left behind. It works fairly well, but I still have to touch it up periodically. It is thinner hair growth. Wear the laser eye protection. The laser is very bright.

I have not but do plan on buying one that suppose to be the best on the market for $200. It has very good reviews and suppose to remove 95% or better within 12 weeks. It is suppose to work on all hair types and is even safe to use on your face. I have tried creams, but end up with chemical burns, waxing, and shaving. I now shave my diapered area once a week, but would like to be done with shaving all together. I plan on ordering this week and can let you know how it turns out.

It's pretty obviously troll bait.

Daddy washes Benny, lets him play with his toys in the tub for a few minutes, then carries him to the changing table wrapped in his ducky towel

or should it be Sarah Harkonnen?!

I was researching ways to remove hair for a story that I'm writing and saw that they now have in-home laser hair removal tools. They aren't that expensive either. I saw one for $100 at Amazon, and it sounded like it was alright. I didn't read any of the reviews. I'm wondering how that would work with pubic. I've shaved and tried chemical agents, but not much that has gotten me good results. Whatever I do, the best I've is left stubble down there. It's hard for me to get the stuff on the sack and closer to the sphincter. I'm also not sure how necessary it is for me. Even though I wear diapers almost all the time, and they are usually wet, I don't seem to have a problem with rash. And that's with me not being shaved down there. I shower every day, and make sure the clean down there, but aside from a little minor itching- I don't seem to notice much irritation. In the past I've had that, but I realized that it was caused by the waterproof diaper covers that I wore. Has anybody had any experiences using one of these devices? There is emotional reasons for me to want it, because I do like it when I look down and don't see any hair.

5: A Sticky & Wet Dilemma Glow’s eyes shifted as Dr. Grey’s warm brown ones studied her for a moment and she studied his, “If you’re trying to threaten me subtly, I’m not scared of you.” A silence filled the room and then Dr. Grey chuckled to himself as Glow sat there uncomfortably by the way he made her nervous, excited and belittled, all seemingly at the same time. It was a mix of feelings she hadn’t felt before and the twisted part of her really, truly loved the thrill she felt from his words in that moment. “You are cute but we have work to do. I could get distracted all day but I have my next session in 45 minutes, Zoey.” He said, a ghost of a smile on his face as his thoughts flit across his mind of things he’d like to do already with her from what she had thought. He didn’t want to push the envelope too soon and wouldn’t dare that just yet. Glow blinked at his comment of her being cute, as if a small child, and she shifted in a nervous beat, wondering what these sessions were if not fully therapy, “What do we do then during these sessions, if not pushing a narrative that I need to go back to the Agency or be a Super?” She asked, finger wrapping around her wrist in anxiousness of talking for so long already. He opened his drawer and pulled out a pocket watch, tossing it to her. She caught it in confusion, looking down to the antique gold watch, “I like starting in a meditative state, then I can ask you questions to your unconscious self. You may or may not remember the sessions, maybe you may even fall asleep or feel like you woke up from a really great nap, but you’ll feel a bit better after each session we have, I can assure that.” He said, a confidence reflecting in his brown eyes. “So… you’re saying I just can take a nap then?” Glow asked playfully, a smug smile on her face as she laid back on the couch, “Great, I’m ready.” Dr. Grey’s face looked to flicker with mischief mixed with humor as he smiled warmly, “Yes, something like that.” He mused, surprised by how easily she complied. He said, “Don’t close your eyes yet, I want you to hold the pocket watch up and just watch the hands of the clock.” He instructed as she nodded, doing what he said, “How about, Zoey, you just listen to the noise of the watch. Listen to the way it ticks, hm?” His pupils began to glow a dark purple for a moment as she nodded, not noticing when he stood up and walked over to her. Zoey felt suddenly sleepy as she looked into the pocket watches arm and heard it’s quiet tick. Her eyes felt heavy and she fell into a deep entranced state that drifted her off to sleep. Within the hour, she opened her eyes in a euphoric state from her nap, feeling almost glowing. She moved slowly as she got up, a bit confused on what happened as she blinked to Dr. Grey who was finishing writing in his notebook and closing it, “Great session Zoey, I think we got through some really difficult things today.” Zoey sat up, feeling slightly wet down below as she shifted. Did she just start her period? She wondered, surprised by the feeling in her panties. Her abdomen didn’t feel crampy but that could only be the answer to what she felt in her underwear. She quickly stood, “Thanks, am I okay to go now?” “Mhm. Lunch is starting soon so make sure to not miss it.” Dr. Grey said, going to his laptop and typing as if she weren’t there anymore. Zoey felt the lack of attention suddenly from him, feeling still confused from the session and not remembering what she may have said to him. She didn’t embarrass herself, did she? She couldn’t remember anything, maybe she did fall asleep! She felt great and well rested with more pep in her step for the rest of the day. “Okay, thanks-er, Dr. Grey.” She nodded as he didn’t look her way, almost giving her a cold shoulder before she left. Zoey rushed up to her bedroom’s master bathroom, quickly shutting the door and going to her cabinet to find a pad or something for her period. She found a tampon, unwrapping it as she sat on the toilet and pulling her sweatpants and panties down. She was fully ready to see blood, but gasped when she looked at her wet and clear sticky panties. She couldn’t tell if it were part pee or just cum. She had been ‘wet’ before, yet nothing like this! She blushed as she went to the restroom and changed underwear, embarrassed that she somehow did that during her session with the doctor. Did she have a wet dream or something during her nap? It was unlike her. She hadn’t done that since like... high school! She could only hope she didn’t moan, that would be a new level of embarrassment she didn’t think she could come back from. Zoey went downstairs to the dining hall again, seeing Ivy, Trident, Joey and another person she recognized… Scarlet Jackson who had been missing from the League for three years now. Zoey was her replacement… if not for Scarlet disappearing Zoey would have been a B-list Super, only to be used in commercials or be a micro influencer. Was that what happened to missing Supers? They just were hidden in a private island ran by a doctor? If so, Zoey was happy to be another missing Super on the list. Although her mom, Kathleen, would disagree as she wouldn’t be paid royalties from Glow’s sponsorships, the real Zoey could care the fuck less if her fake mother suffered in her absence. Zoey knew she was only using Zoey for her own monetary purposes anyways. Zoey offered a friendly introduction, “Hey, I’m Zo-Glow. I think I replaced you when you, uh, went missing?” She shook her head, not knowing why she suddenly wanted to say Zoey instead of Glow. She hadn’t introduced herself to anyone as Zoey in a really long time. Scarlet met Zoey’s eyes with her light blue ones and a friendly smile, “You mean when I was saved from hell on Earth?” She said with a humorous flicker in her eyes, “It’s Sarah, nice to meet you Zo-Glow.” “It’s actually, uh, Zoey. Sorry, I think I’ve went by Glow for so long its…” “Fucking bullshit.” Sarah, otherwise known as Scarlett, completed her sentence. Trident chuckled with Joey from the other end of the table as Zoey sat and began grabbing her lunch, piling on more than a small thing like her looked like they could eat, “So, I’m sure you get this a lot but…” “Where have I been?” Sarah asked, stabbing at her salad, “I’ve been rotated around stupid fucking rehab facilities to program me to be in the League again. I’ve been in the worst of the worst. Psych wards, solitary confinement, then Dr. Hotstuff saved me.” Ivy laughed at her comment of ‘Dr. Hotstuff’ and Zoey shifted, blushing at that she was right about that Dr. Grey was much more handsome than Zoey wanted to admit too. “So, uh, you just have been here for a while? Are you going back to the Tower after this?” Zoey asked, a bit confused. “No, I’ve traveled around under a fake name and ID. I’m never going back to the fuckery that the Agency provides. I’m just visiting this week for some off-time from my new normie life and then going back to London.” “You live in London now?” Trident asked, Zoey remembering that there was a scandal news article that Trident and Scarlet, now Sarah, had dated at one point and time. “Yup. Not moving either. Fuck the States.” She said, eating her salad without care. “Why are you visiting though if life is so good out there?” Zoey asked, looking between the two exes as she was beyond confused why someone would even come back. “I need to do my sessions every few months. Forget my trauma, when it comes back, I tend to have… mood swings, the PTSD comes back and feel the need of Power X again.” She said, shrugging. “Makes sense.” Trident said, going back to his sandwich. “Is that why you’re all here, for Power X addictions?” She looked from Sarah to Ivy to Trident and Joey. Her eyes fixated on Joey, “Humans can’t have Power X or they’ll die, isn’t it?” Joey shook his head, “It can cause cancer, but it gives humans powers in the short-term.” He said between bites of his sandwich. “Why do you sound confused, aren’t you here for the same reasons?” Trident asked, piercing blue eyes looking to her. Zoey shook her head, “No- I just did blended Norm drugs like fentanyl, cocaine, benzos and heroine… it never really did much but gave me a slight buzz. I think the last blend I did was laced with Power X. Not sure though but I knocked out cold on a talk show. Not my proudest moment.” She looked down to her large sandwich and grabbed it with both hands, taking a large bite that Trident and Joey watched in amusement to how much the girl could eat. She scarfed down the sandwich quickly and went to her chips as the room was silent and they were all exchanging glances to each other as she was in her own little world eating hungrily. “Were you stranded on an island starving or something?” Sarah asked with a humorous gaze cast near her and wide eyes to the others. Zoey said between bites, “No, just on a restrictive diet.” She shoved a few more chips in her mouth. The room went silent as Dr. Grey walked in and nodded as he grabbed a sandwich from the tray and a bag of chips, eyes glancing to Zoey engulfed in her food for a moment. She blushed at his glance and suddenly felt like a small child from just one look. His eyes bounced at Zoey’s blush and he tried to not make it obvious as he turned, “Sarah, we can start your session fifteen minutes early if that works for you. I know you have a plane to catch at 4.” “Sounds great! Be there soon then.” She ate quickly as the group had small talk. Zoey noticed Ivy purposefully cold shouldered her with any conversation as Zoey decided to just eat in silence and then leave. The first day flew by with her exploring the beach house and finding a book in the living room area she decided to start reading. After a half an hour she heard a car door close and a black SUV drive down the road that she assumed was Sarah leaving. She laid in her hammock after dinner and read her new sci-fi fantasy book in enjoyment. She could hear the balcony nearby that had Trident in it with Joey and wish she hadn’t been so close to pick up on their words. “Yeah, I’d fuck her in a heartbeat. Cute butt, a little bit of crazy and hot as hell.” She heard Trident’s words so casually in a ‘bro’ voice. “That’s what I was thinking but didn’t want to say it.” Joey laughed in agreement. “Definitely the freaky in bed type though.” Trident said in a joke. “That’s a plus. If you don’t want freaky in the bed type, then I’ll try.” “No- it’s a turn on, don’t get me mistaken, brother.” Trident said back. Zoey sighed in annoyance, having a feeling they were talking about her. She stood, about to leave the balcony, deciding an early bedtime may be better for her then listening to these guys speak like animals. “She’s bright too, wickedly powerful. I’ve heard stories of her fucking shit up; she’d be great for our group. Ivy doesn’t forget what Glow did to her, but maybe she’ll have to get passed it. We could use her.” Trident said. Zoey squinted her eyes as she paused before leaving the balcony… needed her for what? She didn’t move as Joey said, “Yeah, I think you’re right. Ivy will have to get over her grudges she’s held.” Trident said, “She will after she gets her revenge. You know Ivy.” Zoey felt her breath hitch, revenge? What did that mean?

He gets into the tub and plays with his toys

Great comment, marred by the reality that that's exactly what is happening when it comes to a lot of issue. It's classic DK-effect. As for the question whether she is wearing diapers: I don't think so. If she is, she is far from the only one who is wearing a diaper. And quite it would be hypocritical of me to question her about it, since I would be wearing a diaper.

"Thank you, Buddy. I like giving you a bath. You'll see Luke soon. They live close too. Not as close as Uncle George, but still close enough to visit, don't worry. But for now, you get a bath all to yourself. You can get in the tub now. The water's ready"