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I have been using the bed wetting program for the past three weeks and while I would wet the bed a least four times a week before the program, I have woke up wet every day for the past week. To answer Bettypooh concern, at the end of the program there is a way of re-training yourself not to wet the bed if wanted. If nothing else I look forward the 45 minutes of me time while I listen to program.

Get rid of the EPA and everything will go back to the wonderful idyllc life we all had. Here's a couple examples. http://en.wikipedia....wiki/Love_Canal http://www.greens.or.../078/07-09.html This is how corporations conduct business without any oversight. Hugs, Freta

Yesterday on a bit of an impulse just before coming to see my boyfriend I stopped at our nearest shopping centre. After wondering around the various stores I found the gold banded ring I was looking for and presented it to my boyfriend when I got to his house! Now, we have both talked before about engagement and how because of my personal situation with friends, family and work that it isn't the time for that so I gave it to him has a promise ring I promised I would always be right here by his side forever. And I'm thanking DD (both the person and the website) because it was in the chat room here that I found him (Infer) 10 months ago and since then my life has changed for the better in so many ways! This website is the best with a very supportive community and I just wanted to share my appreiciation and gratitude to everyone here, especially DD and all the mods and admin that keep the site going, Fozzy, ForbiddenFruit, BabySally93 and, of course, Infer I say all of this here as well because even though my family and friends either still don't know or aren't really supportive on me being in a same sex relationship, nearly everyone on here has always been so much more supportive and open minded and full of great advice. so... THANK YOU!

How depressing

I think you had best keep it to yourself. Most parents are not keen on such issues. Most people here will probably tell you to reamain silent. I don't know about the UK but the economy in America is bad. Living with you parents beats paying rent.

You make it sound like a disease

I've never been to an ab nursery, but did have the extreme pleasure of going to Oklahoma and spending 10 days, totally as a baby with my online mommy and some of her friends, and it was totally awesome, for sure it felt like the real thing, they all treated me just like a toddler as if I was just another one of the babies..... p.s. I am currently writing a story and posting it on this site exclusively titled "My Online Mommy / A True Story"

Thanks again to the author of the thread "Favorite Unfinished Stories". Your feedback was so kind that it convinced me that I cannot leave the story as it was. I'm sorry that I disappeared here for a while and left the story hanging. I know that frustrates people which is certainly not my intent. I just got sort of burned out on the story after a bit. I've got a couple of things I want to wrap up for Jeff and Michelle before I put this story to bed for good. Once again, thank you to all the people who have wrote supportive comments all along. It sincerely means a lot to me. CJ (aka Crazycat701) We meet up with Michelle and Jeff a few months later, close to her due date now..... Chapter 20 ---------------------------------------------- Fast Forward About 7 1/2 Months... ---------------------------------------------- "Jeff! I'm over here!" Michelle thought to herself that only her directionally impaired husband could get lost in the baby section at a department store. "Hey! Goofus!" Michelle yelled sharply finally corralling my attention, as well as the attention of everyone in the baby section. "Um, a little louder Mitchy. They didn't hear you in Scotland!" "Well, you were wandering around aimlessly and I wanted your opinion on the sheets and blankets we should get for the baby's crib. What do you think about these?" Michelle held up a beautifully sewn comforter with blues and greens and purples that were all very soft colors. The matching sheets, crib bumpers and pillows all were sewn with the same fabric and would appear to have met the goal we both had of creating a gender neutral room for our baby. Michelle and I had learned quite some time ago that we would be having a little girl and we were insistent that whatever we got, we wanted to avoid the color pink. We knew that our families and friends would still try to supply us with onesies and other baby paraphernalia in pink once they learned we were having a baby girl that we decided we wanted to remain as neutral as possible. Neither of us object to pink, mind you, but we both objected to treating girls as frail and weaker right from the beginning and we wanted her to grow up knowing she would have all the opportunities that any boy would have. We were just finishing picking out the last few items we knew we'd need that did not come through the many baby showers Michelle's and my friends had thrown for us. We got a lot of things we had registered for but many people opted for gift cards to our registry store so that we could pick out what we felt were the most crucial items. As we were exiting the last baby aisle, we were confronted with a massive shelf full of diapers. Every brand you could possibly imagine seemed to be here. Michelle and I looked at each other and chuckled. Michelle spoke first. "I guess we should get her some diapers that would actually fit her. I don't think ours are gonna work too well". "Maybe so" I said. "On the other hand, we wouldn't have to change her but once a week if we used ours". Whack! "Ouch. I was just kidding. Don't be so sensitive" I said trying to act all hurt. "I take it back. You're not a doofus. You're a wussy boy" she said grinning. "And you're starting to smell like you need a change. Here. Here are some Huggies. Knock yourself out". She was absolutely beaming as she handed me a jumbo sized bag of Huggies, clearly very proud of herself. "Ha ha ha. You had just as many Cokes at lunch as I did and if I know your bladder, your diaper can't be long for this world either, especially with our little girl doing the cha-cha on it". "Thanks Jeff. I didn't have to pee before but just you saying that made me think about and it and....." she trailed off. Michelle slowly looked down to see if she was leaking onto her pants. Pregnancy had thoroughly destroyed what little bladder control Michelle had retained over the last few months. She often only had seconds from the point of recognition to the point of saturation. Sometimes she would just pee in little spurts. Sometimes she had flooded her diaper so massively that her diaper couldn't contain it all at once and she'd experienced several leaks. She looked up at me with tears starting to form in her eyes as I saw a single dark streak shoot down the inside leg of her green stretch pants. "Oh, Mitchy. Honey. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like that". My heart was breaking for her. Over the last several months we'd both had enough public leaks and encountered some rude comments from passers-by that I knew she was fearful that someone besides me was going to see her. Michelle stepped into my open arms and I hugged her gently as stood there trying to hold back the flood of tears that had followed her other flood. "No, I know Jeff. It's not your fault. Sometimes I just worry that we've taken our fun too far. What if I can't get my control back after the delivery? Lots of mommy magazines report that incontinence usually gets worse after giving birth. What kind of prayer have I got?" "Well, I'm not sure what you mean" I stated rather questioningly. "I mean, we just keep on doing what we're doing. It hasn't been a big deal up to this point so let's not fix it if it isn't, well (I hesitated), broken." "That's what I mean though. I think I am broken. I can't hardly control my bladder at all anymore and I'm not doing all that hot with my backside either. And I'm not just thinking about me, Jeff. You've admitted you've lost a great deal of your control as well. Are we really prepared to raise our daughter when both of us are kinda-sorta-almost-but-not-really incontinent and wearing diapers? What will she think of us? We won't be able to hide it from her forever." I admit, Michelle had a point. Often I felt she worried over little trivial things or obsessed over details that didn't really matter. Somehow, this felt different to me. I hadn't really considered what it would be like explaining to my little girl that mommy and daddy still wear diapers because our bodies don't work right and knowing that at least on some level, that hadn't been entirely true, at least not at the start of this journey. Then it struck me. Regardless of how this journey began, Michelle and I were both largely incontinent now. Even if we decided to leave diapers behind for good, it was doubtful that either of us could do so at this moment without completely embarrassing ourselves on a daily basis. Especially Michelle. "Mitchy, let's slowly work our way over to the bathrooms. If you move slowly enough, your pants are just dark enough that no one should be able to easily tell you've had an accident. You push the cart and I'll walk right behind you to block the view as best I can. Whaddya say?" "I'm serious, Jeff" she said insistently. "We have to figure out what we're gonna do about this". "I know Mitchy, I know. But we're not gonna figure it out standing here at this moment with both of us in desperate need of a change waiting for someone to come by and laugh at us either. Let's see if one of those unisex bathrooms is open and we can both go in together and get changed. Ok?' I leaned down and kissed her on her forehead as I simultaneously patted her behind with my right hand. "And I think we should go soon cuz you're getting kinda squish..." Whack! "Yah, I deserved that" I said rubbing my arm. But at least Michelle's tears had stopped and she was fighting the urge to laugh at me and what I had said. I love it when she does that because it just entices me even further to try to make her smile. Of course the risk is that when she's feeling vulnerable like this, I either risk pushing it too far and hurting her feelings or getting whacked again if she decides she doesn't want to let me win. In this instance, I opted for self-deprecation.... literally. Just as she looked up, I pushed as hard as I could and my bottom made a single farting sound as I filled my diaper to its capacity. It made that muffled, sort of crackling noise that often accompanies a rather good sized messy accident. Michelle gasped then quickly covered her mouth and nose with both hands and looked at me with the widest eyes possible. My reply..... "My compliments to the chef". That got her. She was now doubling over in laughter. The other couple in the diaper aisle was glaring at us as though we'd broken some secret taboo of absolutely no laughter while purchasing baby-waste-containment vehicles. If only they knew... Michelle quickly enacted our plan and began pushing our cart towards the restrooms trying to take as small of steps as possible while still going as fast as she could. I fell in step behind her to minimize the chances of someone seeing her accident. Of course, while we're walking, Michelle could not resist making a joke at my expense. "Jeff, you sure you shouldn't be up front and me blocking your behind? I mean, you probably look like you've got a whole cake stuffed in your pants". "One more, Michelle. One more" I warned. "One more what?" she asked all innocently. "One more jab at me or my, um, 'current condition', and I'm stealing this cart away from you and yelling as loud as I can as I run away, 'Look at the woman that peed her pants'!" "You wouldn't dare!" she said defiantly. "Look at the womphhhhhhh...." was all I could get out before her hands shot up and smothered my mouth. "All right I believe you. Now shut up!" "Not gonna do that again are ya?" I said smugly. "Hmmphh" was all I got back in return. Finally we made it to the unisex bathroom we'd been aiming for and luckily enough it was unoccupied. This bathroom had enough room for us to lay out the oversized baby-changing pad we'd purchased months ago to make changing in public restrooms easier. We both had mastered the art of changing wet diapers while standing up in small spaces but changing a messy diaper was another matter entirely. Honestly, I probably would not have chosen the strategy I did to cheer up Michelle if we hadn't been at this particular store. Having changed ourselves here before, I knew I could get away with filling my diaper and not have to stay in it for very long before I could get changed. "You wanna go first since you're messy?" MIchelle asked. "No, my diaper is containing the smell pretty well for now. Let's get you all sorted out first and then we'll figure out what to do with me. If we change me first, we have to smell it longer." "I like where your heads at" Michelle said grinning. "Not so stupid as I thought. Maybe our girl has a chance after all." Michelle slipped out of her shoes and pulled down her green stretch pants. The accident was still plenty noticeable so Michelle sighed when she handed me her pants as she laid down upon the changing mat. I undid the tapes on her Secure X-Plus diaper and rolled it into itself before beginning to wipe her down. Once I was finished cleaning her I asked, "Do you need to go again cuz this is the time to do it. We've got a long drive with traffic ahead". "No" she replied. "I should be ok. New diaper please!" she said smiling. I unfolded a new diaper and had her lift her bottom up so I could slide the back panel underneath her butt. She gently lowered herself back down on the diaper and wiggled her hips as though she were snuggling into it. Before pulling up the front panel, I began to gently stroke her labia which immediately caused her to start purring. Michelle was so close to her due date and had gotten so large and so uncomfortable that typical intercourse had become impossible. Consequently, I relished finding times like these when she may not be expecting it to stimulate her a little as she told me that it still felt good to her. Before long she was starting to whimper and make some of the cute little almost hiccup-like noises she makes when she gets excited. Not more than a couple minutes in, Michelle, now breathless, asked me to stop as her back was beginning to hurt. I pulled the diaper up snugly and worked the tapes around her beautifully pregnant, distended belly. I can't remember when I've seen anything so beautiful or perfect in my life. Michelle then had me lay down on the mat as she unbuttoned my jeans and had me wriggle out of them enough so she could help me clean up my mess. As she undid the tapes on my diaper the unfortunate smell from my little attempt at humor hit us both like a shockwave. "Oh, God, Jeff. Did you eat a skunk?" Michelle asked. Of course I just laughed cuz I still thought it was funny. "I know, I know... my compliments to the chef" she repeated before I could say it again. What seemed like half a package of wipes later, I felt clean and fresh. "New diaper, please!" I said to Michelle. "You're a dork." she said dryly. "I know. I love you, too." To be continued.... (just a couple more chapters to go, folks)

Damn, that's hot. I have always liked this idea in the context of diapers. Having someone pee into my diaper while I am wearing it has gotten me excited many times. Never been able to try it though. I also might be willing to try swallowing the urine directly from the spicket sort of speak. I think that is worth a try.

Love being peed in and on Everything about pee is good