First of all, congratulations on these results regarding your incontinence. I'm surprised how much it resembles the incontinence my stent causes. I hope the negative points you mentioned will eventually disappear. I have many questions about the aspects of incontinence that prevent me from opting for surgery and made me decide to continue using of a stent instead. I hope you are willing to answer them. They may be of interest for others as well. Have you had any regrets or doubts about your decision ? If so, why and when?  Is the realization that you are incontinent for life what you expected it to be? Or is it better/worse? What limitations have you experienced due to incontinence?  How has incontinence affected your social interactions and behavior?  How are you sleeping now that you are incontinent? Would you say that incontinence has improved your quality of life or happiness in general? This surprised me. Changing pull-ups means you also have to take off your shoes and pants. Do you prefer to wear pull-ups for discretion?  This would be a big problem for me. When you go to the toilet you always have to take a large bag with you and where do you leave the wet diapers? This becomes difficult, especially when visiting friends or family. How do you deal with that?

Huh? What? Katherine couldn’t even BEGIN to process what her boss just said. Go home with her? What, was she crazy? Just plain stupid? Or both? Anya only had power over her while they were on the clock, what she did after was her own decision. “What? No!” Katherine responded defiantly, again forgetting the new order. 

She left the room and came back with a glass of water and a couple aspirin tablets. She smiled and offered it to him, standing and watching to make sure he took them properly. She then patted his head and left him to nap. Unfortunately for Timmy, Anya was vigilant, and she checked in on him every half an hour! When, after the second hour had passed, he had soiled himself, she gently shook him. "Timmy... Wake up... We've got to get you changed." She murmured softly. "You can't lay in your own mess like that, you'll get a rash..." she stated and tried to rouse him. 

Francine smiled and kissed her cheek before taking her to the table. She sat her in a high chair, carefully buckling her in just for fun, as another excuse to touch that diaper. When she was situated, Francine got her a nice big piece of the treat, with some ice cream on top and everything!

Anya looked down at her and tilted her head. "Come now Kitten. You're coming home with me, so that I can make sure you don't develop a rash from sitting in that diaper all night until I can change you."