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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.