Part 3 As anticipated come the morning and the teen was in a bad mood, the bed was dry but his nappy was soaked. The confusion and inertia had gone to be replaced by a soggy annoyance. On waking up he realised the protection had done its job and was furious that they’d been proved correct. Even if he thought they were right he didn’t want to give Diane any satisfaction at all. He pulled off the plastic protection and clammy padding that hung uncomfortably low at the back where, for some reason all his pee had migrated and threw them into the corner of the bathroom glad to be rid of such babyish items. So, after wiping himself clean (but for safeties sake putting on a couple of pairs of white cotton briefs before the rest of his clothes) he felt he’d regained some of his independence. Going downstairs he was trying to formulate an argument and was quick to launch into it once he saw Diane and dad at the kitchen table. However, noticing his brothers sat eating their cereal meant he didn’t want to mention the nappy and stuff by name... even if he was angry he didn’t want them to know what had taken place. “Bloody ‘things’ kept me awake all night...” he snarled but dad gave a stern “Language” and nodded towards Richard and William. He complained that the items in question had kept him up all night as they were - too tight, too noisy, too hot or too uncomfortable. Of course it was a lie because he wasn’t happy about how he’d been compelled into wearing the damn things. He needed to assert that it wouldn’t be happening again and that everyone was aware of that fact. “Ah,” said a knowing Diane, “but is your bed dry?” Being caught in a quandary, because he didn’t know how much his brothers knew, Jason didn’t answer that particular question but continued to argue. Unfortunately, it only added to his father’s opinion his wife was correct – he was confrontational, didn’t listen and still thought peeing the bed was better than wearing protection - the boy was wrong. “Your nappy did what it was supposed to do,” Diane lambasted back, “You should be grateful, never mind giving it the big sobs... you just don’t know what’s best for you you’re such a self-centred...” Well, the cat was out of the bag now so Jason angrily stomped out of the kitchen knowing his argument had failed at the first obstacle... his step-mum. + Unfortunately, such had been Diane’s devastating attack on her stepson’s character the previous night that Howard wouldn’t really listen to any of his complaints. She’d proved to her husband (more by insinuation than fact) Jason’s wetting was getting worse and had convinced him that he probably wet during the day. So, to try and stop her from exploding or having a breakdown, all the precautions she recommended should and would come into play for a ‘peaceful’ existence at home. She contended that without a strong lead from Howard then the entire fabric of the household would fall apart... and it would be entirely as a result of his inaction if it did. Under such a barrage of derision and accusations of possible failure Howard followed Jason back to his room and had further words. In private, Jason grudgingly admitted that the wetting was getting slightly worse and that he’d occasionally had damp underpants. Thinking he was being honest and his father would appreciate such honesty he was surprised at the reaction. His dad reasoned that in that case it would be sensible to wear protection all the time. Despite a teenage temper tantrum and volatile resistance, Jason found it hard to challenge his father because he really didn’t want him to know just how bad the wetting had become. Dad’s logic was always precise and to the point so any antagonism he felt towards his father was really only half-hearted. However, he’d never come up against his dad being so adamant on any subject so that he had absolutely no choice. If dad deemed it necessary (and to make sure of compliance) Jason would have regular nappy inspections when at home and not just when he woke up with soggy padding. Jason couldn’t believe dad had not only agreed to all this but was dogged in his view that it needed to happen. The thing is he was already on shaky ground and arguing seemed to make things worse. The teenager in him wanted to rebel but the guilt of pissing the bed left him with no alternative but to resentfully submit to his dad’s rationality. His arguing and general irritation to the situation had made things worse. He had no independent support and his obvious denial (but evidence of a wet nappy) simply didn’t help his position. So, just like the twins he was to be made to wear a nappy and plastic pants all the time when not at school, where, appreciatively for Jason, his father thought such action would cause too many problems. + At first Jason thought this new rule was a joke – ‘nappy inspections’ was a laughable idea. He wasn’t going to wear a nappy when at home – but dad made no bones about it. That was how it was going to be and any further argument just went to prove his wife was correct in her opinion of him. Jason didn’t want to go against dad but this was stupid so wasn’t going to put up with it. However, dad brought out a threat that he couldn’t ignore. His summer plans, plans he’d been talking about and looking forward to all year, to go with one of his mates on a holiday abroad would be instantly cancelled. Jason was aware that the trip was dependent on dad financing it and that as money was tight it would be an easy item to dispense with. This was a devastating blow and no amount of shouting or pleading would change dad’s mind. The resolute look on his father’s face told him the decision had been taken and now it was down to him. Reluctantly this possibility was just too much to contemplate, so, he’d just have to put up with this new rule until on holiday or dad saw sense. Well that was the hope anyway.    “You need to know Jason,” said his dad, “that you’re not always going to get your own way”. “But I NEVER get my own way,” he choked with annoyance. “Well, I’ll see this as a trial... think on... as Newton’s Third Law states - For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Don’t push your luck... it might just turn round and push back.” His reaction was to burst into tears. This just wasn’t fair but his father had spoken and, although wasn’t too sure what the quote meant, it came with a risk he couldn’t ignore. Jason didn’t think his father knew how cruel he was being, whereas Howard thought his wife’s idea of ‘preventable wet episodes’ was, after his son had admitted to the problem getting worse, a simple remedy and couldn’t see why Jason, a reasonably intelligent boy, was against it. It was an obvious solution to a growing problem for all concerned. Jason’s wrath at having to submit was difficult to channel but could at least take it out on his brothers. + In some ways the other two boys were pushed to the edges of family life because of the arrival of the twins and the battle between their older brother and mummy. Neither boy was demanding, Diane had brought them up to be polite and respectful but the atmosphere in the house had turned unpleasant at times, which had an effect on them. It wasn’t always like that because Jason had been a terrific big brother. Of course, when Richard was born there had been an initial natural feeling for the five year old Jason that he was being usurped. His dad seemed to spend more time on the newcomer than him and so resented it. However, with the passage of time he grew to like looking after his little brother and was happy to teach him to read, learn his numbers and play together. By the time William came along, Jason was used to having these little people around and, with being that bit older, found he quite liked having a family. He even found his ‘new’ mum to be fun and attentive, whilst dad seemed to dote on them all.is relationship with his’new’ mother Dad, mum and the three boys looked the perfect family and so it continued... until the arrival of the twins. If asked, Jason wouldn’t be able to tell you when or why he suddenly took against his step-mum but since becoming a teenager for some reason resentment had begun to grow. It might have been something that the gang of friends he hung around with jeered about in the schoolyard, or maybe something he’d seen on TV, or maybe games he was playing on PlayStation but he began to think - now he was grown up - he should think differently and live his own life. Suddenly, he hated being told what to do but still being reliant on his parents for everything. He hated the demands put upon him by being ‘family’ and not an individual; whilst at the same time all his mates were boasting of their own rebellious successes. Well that is except for Pete whose family were off to Spain for their summer holidays and their only son was allowed to bring a friend... Jason had been first choice. He was very excited about the prospect of his first trip abroad and hoped it would cement his feeling of mature independence. However, there were some stipulations to going and those were that Jason had to help out more. Making sure the boys were supervised, school work done, clothes clean and ready, fed and on time to catch the bus. Before Jason did this naturally but now, because mum was worn out looking after the twins, he resented it fell to him to sort it all out. Unfortunately, Jason’s resentment grew along with the sudden appearance of wet pants. Guilt and general frustration as to ‘why?’ it was happening to him made his mood sour. The more he got angry, the wetter he seemed to get - though perhaps surprisingly he hadn’t put these two factors together. + Meanwhile, Richard was steeped in his school football team, quite independent in a boyish kind of way. Whereas William was quiet and followed behind his older brother, content to take a backseat and not push forward for anything. In their respective classes, Richard was a leader and academically good. Unfortunately, William’s reports suggested that he was slow to take advantage of what was going on around him and struggled to make himself heard in the general hubbub of school life. Diane was very supportive of all her boys but looked after her youngest by more-or-less babying him... that was, until the twins began to loom large. As Diane expanded with child (or children as it turned out) William suddenly dropped out of being the one everyone looked out for. That, together with the growing impatience of Jason, made the poor lad feel left out so moped around the house trying to avoid contact with anyone. Richard, with whom he shared a bedroom, did his best to keep his spirits up but the dejected little fellow began to feel like a spare part. With everything else that was going on – twins on their way, dad working all hours, school a challenge and Jason being obnoxious to mummy, William drifted into a world of solitude. Even when there were people around he’d have a book open and pretend to be engrossed, in fact, he had turned off completely and just wished the day away. His only escape was sleep so spent as much time as he could in his room; always thankful if Richard wasn’t there to chat. He’d often be found on his top bunk lying quietly and staring off into space. However, with the arrival of the twins William found himself no longer the baby of the family and was now an older brother. He liked this sudden elevation and it helped snap him out of the depression no kid of six should have ever been in. Later, he celebrated his seventh birthday, which Richard had told him, was the age when things would be different as he was no longer a ‘little kid’. Nothing actually happened to physically change but because of what his brother had said, Will thought, whether he noticed or not, things had to be different so needed to act the ‘big brother’ to the new arrivals. However, all the achievements the two boys were making were eclipsed by Jason and their mother seemingly in constant battle. If they took mummy’s side, Jason mocked them, if they tried to remain neutral they got a glare from mummy. Daddy was rarely around for them to take any direction from so they tried to keep out of the firing line as much as possible. However, both of them were keen to help mummy as much as possible and loved it when she praised them for being ‘big boys’. However, Jason seemed to be stomping around the house being disagreeable, to which their mummy’s response was to ridicule him. Then it happened. Big brother wet the bed. + They heard mummy screaming at him about it not being the first time and she was convinced he was doing it on purpose. Then the two boys heard her rip into him – “If the twins wear nappies to prevent everything getting soaked then so should you”. The arguments and shouting went up a gear as mummy insisted that daddy had a word and eventually that led to their big brother wearing nappies at night. Once put to bed Richard and William would lie in their bunks and whisper to each other wondering if Jason was turning into a baby. Whatever was happening neither of them wanted to be returned to wearing nappies, that would be too awful and more importantly, what would their friends say? + As always, thinking ahead, Diane knew that Jason would need more than just the few terry cotton nappies and plastic pants she’d bought in advance, some of which he was now wearing. So, as finances were scarce decided to try and find a cheap way of getting supplies. She went on Mumsnet and assorted other online help and support groups and found someone local who was getting rid of their entire supply of teenage incontinence items because their son had grown out of it all. A couple of emails later and a package of very reasonably priced second-hand items arrived in a big box which she stashed away until she could introduce them to their ‘damp’ recipient. On checking, and to her absolute delight, the box had everything; colourful childish disposables, plain coloured disposables and a dozen or so terry cotton nappy squares. The lady had also included an array of colourful and plain pairs of plastic pants, a couple of  onesies that fastened under the crotch to hold a nappy firmly in place and bottles and canisters of anti-rash cream, soothing oils and baby powder.  The package also contained a note. Hi Diane Here, as discussed, are the items we talked about but also, because of Darren’s growth spurt and suddenly becoming no longer incontinent I’ve included some things we never got around for him to use. Hope you find them useful and of course it was lovely to speak to you. Should you need an ear at any time to talk about your son’s problem, I’d be only too glad to lend it... you have my number. All the best and good luck. Gwyneth p.s. Darren always looked so damn cute in the purple onesie and matching plastic pants... in some ways it’s a shame he grew out of it all. + Meanwhile, when her husband wasn’t around Diane seemed to take great delight in checking Jason’s newly enforced nappy regime especially when her friends stopped by. There was no escape for the teen because of the twins she constantly had a group of similarly supportive mothers who were battling with kids of their own. She was encouraged by them to bring the boy down a peg or two, even if that hadn’t proved successful with their own kids. They all took some strange delight in seeing Jason struggle with the responsibilities of wearing a nappy and still appearing to be a teenager. Privately they cackled at his miserable misfortune and applauded Diane’s no nonsense approach to dealing with a belligerent bed-wetter. Apart from his family, for Jason there was another problem, his wetting was indeed getting much worse. He hadn’t been to see a doctor because he didn’t want anyone else to know about it and above everything else, hoped it would be, like Diane suggested, just a passing phase. So whenever a doctor’s appointment was raised he would lie and say that he thought he was getting better so no need to bother the local GP. The fact that he actually needed a nappy was pretty soul-destroying and trying to ignore his problem was becoming more and more difficult. Jason hated himself for his constantly leaking cock; making him even more furious was that it was hard to blame anyone else. As a result he became more reclusive and tried to keep himself away from all that was going on by spending what little time he had in his one and only sanctuary, his bedroom. That had been his room since before Diane was on the scene and he held that privacy, no matter how vague, to be his by right... but his step mother had other plans. She’d already invaded his isolation by waltzing in with his freshly laundered clothes... and of course nappies. Any protest from him had been instantly dismissed by being told that “...pants-wetters don’t get privacy”. Buoyed by her friends, and now getting such a kick out of her control over him, she made another decision that he wasn’t going to like. The twins, who up until then had shared their parent’s bedroom, were to be given a room of their own. It was proposed that the twin’s cots would be transferred to the bedroom Richard and William shared, whilst their bunkbeds would be moved in to Jason’s room. It would be a squeeze for the three boys to be together but Diane concluded that the twins and all their paraphernalia would just about fit into her boy’s room. + There was a general argument that none of the kids were happy about. Jason complained about being the eldest he should have privacy and, perhaps unsurprisingly, the two boys objected to sharing their room with a bed-wetter. As no one would be happy about any such arrangement Diane pretended to re-think the situation. She’d already planned what would happen but, discussing the objection between the boys with her husband promised she would come up with a suitable compromise that should settle any dispute. Once told of her decision Howard realised there was no real alternative as the house didn’t have enough space for a different outcome - so agreed to what was planned. So, on a Friday morning, whilst Jason and the boys were all at school, and with the help of a couple of friends, Diane moved the two cribs, changing table and dresser into Jason’s room. “Then I can have all those who require nappies in one place.” She said pleased with her ‘obvious’ solution and quite incidentally her two sons wouldn’t be put out at all. The tantrum Jason threw on discovering what had happened was devastating for him, but his step mum simply pointed out to her husband that it proved he was nothing more than a little spoiled child who insisted on wetting his pants and getting his own way. She was in a fiery mood when she added her damning response to his sulk “Like a two year old”. His room, which has to be said was quite spacious, was now cramped. His single bed, which had been set in the middle of the room with space to walk around, had been pushed up against one wall under the window. The twin’s cots were put side by side opposite with the large chest of drawers, whose extended top (complete with padded foam cover) was used as a changing table and set along the wall just about separated the two different aged bedwetters. Jason’s table and games console had been removed to make way for extra furniture for the twin’s clothes and his own wardrobe was also commandeered for more baby stuff. Every surface now looked (and smelled) like a nursery, with powders, lotions, creams and of course nappies all on view. Worse still were his nappies and plastic covers left on ‘easily accessible’ surfaces same as the twins. Whilst the shelf that contained his few bits and bobs became festooned with the trappings for babies. Jason could hardly contain his anger but his seething was met by his step mother’s complete lack of empathy. “I simply do not have time for your self-aggrandisement the world does not revolve around you and your wet pants,” she screamed at him. “I have enough to do with the twins and the rest of the family to have any more unnecessary worry.” There was a malicious accusation to her tone “Now everything for baby is where it should be and that’s in the same place, so stop being such a selfish, self-centred little brat.” As a child she’d had plenty of practice in bringing down and putting in their place boys who thought they were something special. Jason was not going to fair well against her expertise in this area. His PlayStation was now set up in a little alcove in the living room but was for all to play with. He also had to do homework on the kitchen table, and as that seemed to be in constant use he had to find elsewhere. The garage was cold but if he wanted some privacy, that was the only available but restricted space. His room, although now cramped as well, was the only place he could work. However, it hadn’t helped that whilst arguing with his step mum he’d pissed himself a little. He hoped she hadn’t noticed so had thrown himself down on his bed to not only hide his embarrassment but also to hide guilty tears. + Howard had been shocked on his return from work to find his fifteen year old son crying and in such a state. The boy was so upset he could hardly put words into sentences as he complained and begged for things to be returned as they were. But, as always in these matters, Diane had got in first and explained the problem, and the obvious solution that affected the least amount of people. So, even if Jason didn’t know it, his dad was well aware that it was the only sensible answer so... a done deal. Diane had pointed out that with the twins in another room (as advised by all parental guides) that now they were able to sleep on their own, it would give the adults more time to themselves (and added sensually) a chance to be intimate without waking the babies. Obviously, although she could see Jason’s objections (and rejected them as being unworkable), having nappies, changing table and equipment where needed made perfect sense. “It makes life so much easier and practical with everything in one place to make dealing with wet and stinky nappies stress-free.” Howard had to agree with his wife’s reasoning even if briefly he felt the pain and disruption of his eldest. It had been true that the twin’s things seemed to occupy every surface and although in many ways that would still be the case, having a central point where they could change them and keep their nappies and clothes, as well as see to Jason’s increasing needs, was simply the only solution. Jason tried to compromise with his father and said that he’d rather have Richard and William sharing his room but his tears fell even more when it was pointed out that they didn’t want to share because of the constant smell of wee and baby powder. Any autonomy Jason thought he had was completely eroded. “The sooner you can get over this wetting problem son,” his father sympathised as best he could, “the sooner things might change.” However, Diane had left the idea he was wetting on purpose still as a possibility and that his avoidance of going to the doctor was proof. This was in the back of dad’s mind when he said “Sorry Jason but this is for the best.” Those words were no comfort when he realised that a wet stain had appeared on the front of his school trousers. The thick double briefs he wore for school just not robust enough to take the amount of pee all this tension had produced. It was a defining moment. The sigh of self-pity was loud and long. He had few friends he could talk to, and besides, who would want to talk about a fifteen year old still wetting his pants? He felt imprisoned, isolated and inadequate. He lay there for a good hour crying, resenting his family and trying to work out a way to change things. Alas, the house only had three bedrooms and his was the second largest so had no one to turn to for consolation. It was a done deal, and, as his father had become prone to tell him, he’d just have to ‘...get used to it’. Stuck in his mind was dad’s threat not to let him go on holiday with his mate if he didn’t just buckle down and do as he was told. He hated everyone but there was another revelation, now the twins were in his room a new state-of-the art child mobile/monitor/camera had also been purchased and set up to keep an eye on them. The fact that sound and images of the room would be permanently accessible to Diane meant he’d have no privacy for anything a fifteen year old boy was prone to do. + tbc +

That particular subject is bad since most of the "Articles" I read about it didn't even have all the correct information. The event in question in Seattle was Rainfurrest. Sadly what none of the articles wrote included one valuable piece of information (Which was e-mailed to all attendees) that an individual had contacted Rainfurrest stating he was going to sabotage the convention and later took credit for the entire thing, worse the same prick contacted all other venues and told them about what happened (Excluding he was the one responsible) which made it impossible for Rainfurrest to find a new place to hold the convention and later sent out an E-mail stating that due to not being able to find a new venue that they would be cancelling the convention indefinitely. How do I know all of this.. I was an attendee of that one and the one before it. We heard about what had happened (in part) during closing ceremonies and that it had happened late at night/early morning.. no witnesses that it was anyone actually part of the convention.. Convenient eh? I am certain that individual had help though as a list of what had been done was extensive (Soiled diapers thrown into the pool, keep in mind diaperfurs wear diapers on the OUTSIDE of their fursuits, so soiling them would be unlikely, I recall other damages, but that one stood out at the time) and of course to my knowledge the staff never mentioned the threatened sabotage to any attendees before the event. It was only afterwards they realized it wasn't just someone just hating on the fandom, to little, to late. Had they warned everyone beforehand it likely never would have happened. Sadly all this hate has been a thing against furries for quite awhile and that old CSI episode really didn't help as it made furries out to all be sex crazed lunatics. ( Not that things like that don't happen, but those are a vast minority of the fandom, CSI just made it look like it was how furries were).   Sorry for the rant, but this is a sore subject to me as I see it misrepresented far to often.

@Spanky So I LOVE Tykables. Just a heads up. Str8up is actually NRU (A Euro diaper) and retailed by Tykables in the US. So the cut, fit, and absorption is different. I personally find them much more comfortable to day use and the cut of the tykables much preferred for night use. Regardless. I think you will find you breaking down one of the best accidents (pun not intended) that you have had in some time.

Aurora let Castile get her buckled into the car seat and relaxed in the comfy seat she looked around seeing mostly people she knew until she saw Roy coming but then heard Castile and tried to be calm. She smiled as Castile talked about getting good seats to the dolphin show she loved dolphins and couldn’t wait to see them   outside of the manor Savannah rang the bell to the gate. She was a tall snow leopard with light blue eyes and long black hair. She applied to be a caretaker and they called her for the job and today was the day she was set to start. She nervously adjusted her dress hoping no one could see her own padding underneath but she did have to admit the manor was absolutely stunning and huge and couldn’t wait to start working

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