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I'm done after this.. Fergstar, you make your little pot shots. Ie Tea Party you call them Tea Baggers. I haven't seen anyone on here call the democrats names. You say Romney dosen't support woman's rights LOL.. Think how asinine that is!! He's married, he has a mom, not sure if he has sisters or not! Pretty sure he supports woman. You wanna talk about not supporting woman, more woman are unemployed under BHO You're wrong BHO's policies have driven up the gas prices!! He's for Green technology. He's against coal! He's against the Keystone pipe deal. When Gas Prices went up under Bush, he said we we're going to start offshore drilling, looking at drilling here at home. Guess what Prices dropped!! OPEC Knows if we ever pulled our heads out our ass! If we drilled here enviromental friendly of course. We would have enough oil here, that we could tell them to drown in their oil!! I'M DONE

Hey everyone! So I'm actually very new to this lifestyle. I really want to meet some new people to make feel more at ease about all this fun stuff! I guess I'm just a bit nervous when exploring something different and exciting. I'm 23 and excited to chat! Message me if you please

Though I'll concede you can never see a constitutional amendment that does damage, it's a different story at a state level. These frames are taken from a TED talk video so my apologies if you can't see the actual writing. Though the frames state late January, these are taken from a video that was put out in June, so it's unlikely they've changed since then (with the exception of Lincoln, Nebraska, which now has LGBT status under correct protection). In the white states, you can lose your accomodation (rented) for no reason beyond being LGBT. In the light blue ones, you can't be kicked out for being gay, lesbian or bisexual but you can be for being trans. The dark blue ones are the only states with full protection. In the white states in this other one, you can lose your job just for being LGBT. Pink means you can be fired for being trans. Purple is full protection. Hell, this is a polite way of putting it. You want me to bring up what happened in Anoka-Hennepin, Minnesota? The constitution doesn't seem to be stopping the mobocracy, despite: "No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws." I struggle to see a focus on states' rights as little beyond letting the inmates run the asylum (though I will admit I get that it would piss them off to see an infringement on 'muh rights' to tell other people how to live). You can go ahead and call corporations people, I've little quarrel with that, but states aren't people, and I fail to see the justice in waiting for enough of the illiterati to come round to reality.

What a stupid comment babylin! I believe, if you always see race in everything, dosen't that make you the true racist. Jesse Jackson, and Al Sharpton, are race baiters!!

Not all republicans are racists, but all racists are republicans! Happiness Is Wearing Cotton Diapers

100% agree with term limits.. This is insane that they can stay there till they die.. Byrd, Thurmond, Kennedy!! I always laugh, when they call them selves Public Servants! WTF They become Millionairs, they soak the Tax Payers! The founders had jobs, and we're Public Servants. Nazi Pelosi.. Pass the bill then we'll see what's in it! BS!! It's not so much the people working that are in the Union, as it is the heads of the Unions Benjamin Franklin quote: When the people find they can vote themselves money, that will herald the end of the republic We'll be Greece.. The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people's money." -- Margaret Thatcher That's where were heading!! We might already be there I believe one of the Founders said something like this When the people discover they dp

You care about America's social issues how? Are you somehow benefiting out of free cheese?

One way to fix the broken party system is to set term limits. And cut social programs only help the actual sick, elderly, and truly disabled. I've seen people in wheelchairs working at department stores. Get rid of public unions and have the lazy welfare abusers sweep our streets instead of paying city workers $30 per hour to do it.

Rustypins, don't come in here and post if you don't like it!! We can debate, we're not hurting anyone, so come in here and suggest it gets locked! Damn! Republican.. If we don't like chicken, we don't go to that restraunt. Democrat.. If they don't like chicken, they try to get the place closed down! Sounds like you!

Wow! I saw this thread topic and said to myself, "No good will come of this at all!" Religion and politics! The two things you don't discuss unless you want a knock down drag out fight and lots of very upset people. I'm not going to state my political preference here, but those friends of mine know what it is. If they don't know, all they have to do is drive by my house and see the yard signs. My feeling is, you have the die hard democrats and die hard republicans and die hard tea party people. You could have Adolph Hitler running as President and Benito Mousselini as his Vice President, and if they were running on the democratic ticket, those die hard democrats would vote for them. If they were running on the republican ticket, the die hard republicans would vote for them! Just look at congress! It doesn't matter if a republican or democratic govenor pushed through and gained approval on an issue at the state level. If that same exact issue came up on the federal level, those same govenor's would be against it if it was the brainchild of the opposite party! Whatever the democrats are for, the republicans are automatically against it, and vice versa. It's not about what's good or right for the country anymore! It's all about doing the opposite of whatever the other party is for, just for spite! Yes, for spite! First, it's a sour grapes attitude that their party didn't win the election in the first place! They take the immediate attitude that they will not cooperate with the other party because they didn't win the election and they are sore about it, democrats and republicans! Each party wants their candidate to win the next election, and they feel that if they cooperate on a bipartisan effort, it will look like they agree with the other party and therefore might just lose the next election! Also, those congressmen will incure the rath of those in their own party if thy show any bipartisan effort on any issue! They will be brow beaten and demoted off of any special comittees and not nominated by their party to chair anything. The sad truth is it's party against party, not government working for what's best for the American people. The people who will decide the election are those in the middle who listen to both candidiates, look at the past records and see who has been working in congress for the betterment of the American people and who in congress is just playing politics. It's those in the middle who will decide based on what the candidates say, not based on being a far left or right die hard member of a specific political party. By the way, if this thread gets way out of hand, I suggest it be closed. Politics, as most people know, is a very touchy subject!

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diaperedjason.. Pander LOL, LMFAO BHO will go in front of a Hispanic crowd, I'll give you the dream act! Even though I could've done that for 2 years! BHO will go in front of a black crowd, and give them stuff, or he'll say how they've been victimized BHO will go in front of Students and tell them I'll give you free Student loans! BHO will go in front of a military crowd and tell them whatever they wanna hear! BHO would probably come in here, and tell us we can have free diapers! Problem with socialisim is eventually you run out of other people's money.. If you wanna believe the polls go for it!! They're being ran against the 08 Election. Guess what the Magic is gone!! My side has a saying.. The real poll will be on Election day! WE THE PEOPLE Botox, you're right on the money!! We just have to hope there's more people like us, then those watching American Idol. gotdiapers.. Way to show you're a Bigot!! LOL You say NRA is the problem! Thank God for our founders, that they thought that far ahead. You know why they thought like that, if not for them having guns, there would be no America! That's how we had the Revolution. They knew that anything can happen! It's going to be funny when the shit hands the fan, you'll be begging, I'll be going down in a Blaze of Glory. I've never herd once Romeny try to push any religion on us!! I'd much rather have a morman in there, then whatever BHO is!! He's no damn Christian. Actions speak louder then words!! If Obama wins, WE ALL LOSE.. We will be hit again at Home! The radicals know BHO is WEAK!! They saw that in Libya when our Ambassador got killed!!

Some people need to get their facts right about how EVIL Mitt Romney is. He is completely against women's rights. He wants to strip lgbt people of what little rights we already have. HE WANTS TO DESTROY MEDICARE!!!!!! There are actually people who NEED that. He's evil I tell you, EVIL!!!! Obama has gotten a horrid rap.. However he is still a war monger and needs to go, but not if it means Romney.

Part 8 - I Do Not Like It, Not One Little Bit "Excuse me?" Melody put her hands on her hips, glaring down at the increasingly nervous Sarah. "You're really going that stand there in your diaper, which I put you in - that you begged me to put you in, as my little recording verifies - after you wet yourself in front of me, and tell me you aren't a baby?" "No, I'm not!" Sarah did her best to match Melody's tone of authority, digging back into her history of babysitting, but it was that very past, not to mention her attire, that made it difficult. "I'm older than you, Melody, as you well know, and this is my house. You have no right to be here if I don't want you here, and if you're going to act like this, then I want you to leave! You've been nothing but a monster since you walked in that door!" Frustratingly, Melody ignored most of that speech, despite how difficult it had been for Sarah to find the courage to make it. "You really want me to think you aren't a baby? Would you care to explain WHY you had those diapers, then? And don't tell me they aren't yours. They were in your closet, along with Goodnites. There were used ones in the bathroom by your bedroom. Your mother sent you a text that seemed to think it was very likely that you'd had an accident. You called me, and treated me like, a baby on a daily basis just for wetting my bed, and it sure seems like you do a lot more than that. And you expect me to treat you like an adult? Or even like you're anywhere close to my age? You, little missy, are a baby, and you don't deserve to be treated like anything other than a baby." Sarah stared icily at Melody, wishing she could legitimately refute any of the teenager's arguments, and feeling even more annoyed that she couldn't. "Well... Well, fuck you! Who asked you to get involved? I..." Sarah cut herself off with a yelp as Melody grabbed her by the ear, dragging her out of the kitchen. "Stop it!" she whined. "Let me go, you little bitch! This is my house, you can't..!" She stopped again, this time by Melody letting go of her, and grabbing a bar of soap instead. "Don't you dare!" Melody shoved her against the wall, holding her in place with one hand as the other shoved the bar of soap into her protesting mouth. Sarah managed an unhappy, shocked, "Mmph!" before Melody started pushing the bar in and out of her mouth, working it around, filling her pouting mouth with suds. "You were going to get this anyway for being such a brat and telling me no," Melody told her. "But after that little outburst, you're going into time-out, too, young lady!" Sarah mumbled, her tongue already starting to burn slightly, bubbly saliva starting to drip from the corners of her mouth onto her bare chest. "Your mouth is going to be squeaky clean after this, isn't it? Nothing even resembling a curse word. And no more saying no to your babysitter, right? Right?!" Sarah nodded, sniffling. "Pwease, stop!" she managed to blurt out around the still thrusting soap. Even after everything else that day, it was almost impossible for her to accept the fact that she was being given such a childish punishment. "I be good giwl!" Melody gave the soap a couple more good twists, then stopped, leaving the bar between Sarah's teeth. She pulled Sarah away from the wall and pushed her toward the door with a firm smack on the back of her diaper, leading her that way to her mother's room, and the corner there. "You keep your nose there," Melody ordered, "and that soap in your mouth. Since you're being a naughty girl, you don't get to play makeover. But I'm going to do it myself, and watching you in the mirror, so if you move one inch, you'll be sorry. Understand?" Sarah nodded forlornly. Melody gave her one final thwack across her padded backside, then walked away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. This was ridiculous, but what could Sarah do? She wasn't sure if Melody was bluffing about further punishment or not, but she was starting to doubt it. She seemed all too happy to continue treating Sarah like some errant child. As Sarah stood there, squirming, mouth sore and tingling, she could hear Melody rummaging through the make-up on her mother's vanity, not sounding like she was concerned with being careful at all. She could hear things bumping and falling over as the girl worked, appraising each with, "Not bad," or, "This is awful! Why would she have this?" It certainly didn't sound like she was paying attention to anything other than wreaking more havoc. Sarah started to turn her head to verify that, but stopped, afraid she'd find Melody staring straight at her. Instead, she started moving her hand up slowly, inching its way toward the bar of soap sticking out from it. She paused every few seconds, waiting for the inevitable clearing of the throat that would tell her to stop it, but it never came. She had to fight a sigh of relief as she took the soap out, though she quickly realized that didn't solve her problems. Her mouth was still full of suds that she didn't want to swallow, but had nothing else she could do with, and she had nowhere to put the soap, meaning she'd have to keep holding it in front of herself, unless she wanted to risk Melody taking a quick peek at her and seeing her hand at her side, still clutching it. But, holding it like that would probably make her suspicious, and she'd come to check things out. She wrinkled her nose, wanting to whine and stomp her feet at the injustice of it, but forcing herself to keep still. The moment of relief had been nice, but the risk of extending it too long was too great, so she had to open her mouth back up and slide the soap back in, gingerly biting down just enough to ensure it wouldn't slide out. Her mouth was really starting to sting now, and she couldn't help wondering if Melody had used the wrong kind of soap, if she was getting poisoned, or killing off her taste buds, by doing this. She knew it sounded silly, but she had no idea what ingesting soap - or keeping it in her mouth for extended periods of time - could do! "Mewody, pwease, can I take dis out now? I'ww stay in cownew!" "No. Be quiet, you're being punished." Sarah whimpered. "But it huwts!" "Then you should stop talking so I don't extend your punishment." Melody then ignored her muffled whining and went back to whatever she was doing. Sarah fidgeted, tears starting to come to her eyes yet again. This wasn't fair! She'd never done this to Melody! Of course, Melody had been a relatively well-behaved kid, and had certainly never swore, at least in Sarah's earshot, but even if she had, Sarah was pretty sure she'd never have made her go through this. Sure, she'd had some other things she'd done, but not this. In fact, Sarah was sure Melody was blowing the whole thing way out of proportion, that she'd already gotten more than enough revenge for Sarah's transgressions. Of course, she couldn't tell her so right then, nor did she think that the girl would be open to hearing that once this punishment was over. But still, what had Sarah really done that was this bad? Making her go outside was probably the worst, and she hadn't even made her go all the way to the playground. After that, it was mostly just diapering her, and making her pee in them. That was mostly it. Was that really worth all of this? She was still sulking over that when Melody came over and turned her around, extracting the soap. "Oh, you look grumpy!" she observed. "It's a good thing you're going down for your nap now!" Sarah started to open her mouth, to tell Melody that she just needed to get over what Sarah, in her misguided youth, had done to her. "Sarah, I still have the soap right here. I can tell you're not in a good mood, but if you say one thing to me I don't like, I will put it right back into your mouth and march you to the living room, and you can stay there until your mommy gets home. Is that how you want to greet her?" Sarah shook her head with a pout, unhappy at being so easily seen through, and dismissed. "Now, let's see if you need a change now." Sarah stood by, not having the strength to object to another embarrassing check, knowing it would happen either way. "Look at you!" Melody exclaimed at finding her still dry and clean. "You'll be into Pull-Ups in no time at all!" She led Sarah back out of her mother's room, past the vanity, which was in even worse shape than Sarah had feared. All the bottle and tubes were strewn around, like she'd heard, some of them open and spilling out their contents, but the mirror was a mess, too, covered in streaks of various colored lipsticks and eyeliners. It sent a bolt of anger through her, only to be quickly quenched by Melody calmly mentioning, "By the way, I saw you take the soap out. Your punishment for that is coming later." That was enough to remind her of her new status, and she quietly toddled her way to the bathroom, where Melody helped her rinse out her mouth, then dried her torso off with her towel. "What a messy baby you are!" she observed, moving the towel up to Sarah's chin. "Does your mommy put you in a bib when she feeds you?" Sarah didn't rise to the bait, suddenly worn out by the whole thing. She was outmatched, overpowered. She trudged to her bedroom, still smelling strongly of baby powder, diapers still covering the floor, and let herself get tucked in. Melody took the bow out of her hair and put it back in the box before picking the whole box up and heading out of the room, shutting the door behind her, leaving Sarah alone in the darkness. Sarah hadn't planned on sleeping - she hadn't taken a nap in years - but rather to stay up and use her privacy to think of a way out of this mess, to get the upper hand on Melody and at least make her leave. If she could do a little more, she couldn't say that she would mind. She'd love to have the girl clean up the house, since she was the one who'd wrecked it, and she had to admit that she'd feel a certain sense of satisfaction, watching her do it while in a diaper. But that was a long shot, she knew. But as she laid there, room mostly black around her, the cloudy day keeping all but the smallest bit of light from sneaking in around her heavy curtains, she felt herself yawn, her eyelids growing heavy. It was probably just because it was dark, she thought, though it had been a long day so far. If she just closed her eyes for a minute, maybe that would help her concentrate, and maybe get rid of the fogginess that had plagued her mind most of the day. She would just take a quick little nap, and then it would be time to get to work... Her eyes snapped open. She couldn't let herself fall asleep! What if she wet herself? She couldn't imagine what Melody would say when she checked her after the nap - like she had no doubt the girl would do - and found that. She might try to claim she'd had to, that she'd been awake and fully conscious when it happened, but that was only barely a better option, and she wasn't sure Melody wouldn't see through it. She had a feeling Melody suspected she was a bedwetter, but she didn't want to confirm it for her. No, she was going to have to stay awake. She reached upward, towards her light switch, trying to flip it on, even though she knew she couldn't reach it lying like she was. With a groan, she rolled over onto her stomach, inching toward the edge of her mattress, fingers brushing up and down on the wall, searching. She could have stood up, but she was feeling too tired for that now. If she could just get the light on, it would help wake her up, and then she'd be all right. That's all she had to do. Her fingertip tapped against the edge of the wall plate, then slowly slid down the wall, flopping down to the side of the bed as she collapsed, fast asleep.

Guess you missed the memo! Little Prince Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid said that Romney was not the face of Mormonism! That should help you out somewhat since its coming from a Left Wing Democrat! And I definitely don't want a President sending my tax dollars to a country who says we are the "enemy" just to please them.

I know not everyone follows all threads, so before you jump the gun and assume, do a bit of research. Bringing up the OP's profile, then clicking on her topics would have easily yielded the answer you seek. Such as this one: http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=34529&hl=

Quit being dramatic, it's blatantly obvious, by her talking about how strong her relationship is, that she's talking about a boyfriend.

Sam rolled over the next morning in bed, seeing his wife standing in the bathroom, her eyes fixated on the mirror as she touched up her eyeshadow. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he saw he was awake a full 20 minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Sam's groggy mind slowly began putting the pieces together of what had happened the previous night. It felt like a dream, but he knew it was all too real. He sighed sitting up in bed. Not only was his diaper soaked as usual, but he had a strong erection pressing up against the cool, damp, swollen padding that currently surrounded him. Satisfied with her makeup, Jess switched off the light in the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind her as she walked into the bedroom. Sam knew he probably wouldn't make it to the bathroom today, but he wondered why Jess had to shut the door behind her the way she did. It was as if she was cementing his fate, closing the door to her realm - a place where he could no longer go. Of course, Sam knew that most of that was just his groggy imagination. "How'd you sleep?" she asked. "Uh... good I guess." said Sam, yawning again. "Shelby and Jordan should be here in 15 minutes. Come on, lets get you changed now that you're up." she said, pulling the covers off him. Sam groaned, burying his face in the pillow and curling up into the fetal position. He just wanted 5 more minutes to sleep. "Come on, honey. You've gotta get up sometime." Sam sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and slowly standing up. He could feel the small tent in the front of his damp diaper. He could only HOPE it wouldn't be with him all day. Jess pulled out a clean diaper from the package atop the dresser. Sam just stared at the garment in her hands as she began unfolding it in front of him... lost in a sleepy trance, he just stared at the soft, comfy prison that he would be confined in all day. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a 'prison' exactly, he thought. But still no fun. "Well? What are you waiting for? Lay down." said Jess, noticing Sam was still standing. Sam laid down on the towel in front of her. Jess began rolling up his t shirt to expose his belly. "I'm impressed." she said with a small smirk. "What?" asked Sam. She glanced down at the tent in the front of his diaper, then looked back at him. "You really went to town on yourself last night. But after all that, you still wake up excited this morning." she said, shaking her head. Sam blushed, recalling more of what happened the previous night. "If you cooperate and you're a good boy for Shelby today, we might have to put some of that energy to good use this weekend." she said, smirking again. "This weekend?" asked Sam, sounding a little disappointed. "Yeah, if you're lucky. Why? You think you'll be able to keep your hands to yourself that long?" "Um... uh, yeah, sure." said Sam, sounding a little nervous. Jess smiled. "Wow, you certainly are excited about something." she said, kneading the front of his damp diaper with her hand. Sam gasped in ecstasy. Through his thick, wet diaper, he could barely feel her hands... but it was so sensual.... especially knowing that he himself couldn't have done that. "Okay... lets clean you up." she said, ripping open his diaper and pulling it back. The cool air took some getting used to, but not as much as the ice cold baby wipes Jess was using on his damp, erect penis. She grabbed him by the ankles, lifting him off his used diaper. He grabbed his knees. She slid it out from under him and folded it up. Powdering his bottom, she was quick to slip a new clean diaper underneath. He sat his butt down on it. Jess sighed, seeing his erection still standing tall. "Okay... I'll help you out this one time. But I expect you to focus today at work. I want a good report from Shelby, okay?" Sam nodded, eager for a little relief. Jess walked over to the dresser, pulling another disposable diaper from its package and unfolding it. She knelt down in front of Sam, wrapping the crinkling garment around his penis. She thrust it up and down in a pumping motion. Sam had hoped for actual sex, or for Jess to use her hand, but her grip remained firm through the thick padding. He squirmed a little, feeling the open diaper under his butt shifting a little. He began panting just before he came, shooting his load right into the diaper. Jess slowly lifted the diaper off of him as his erection subsided. She folded the diaper and set it right next to Sam's other wet diaper on the floor. After powdering his balls a little, she pulled the diaper closed and taped it snugly shut. He smiled. Jess stood up, taking both of Sam's used diaper and tossing them into his metal diaper genie. The doorbell rang. "Thats probably Shleby and Jordan." she said as she clean up her hands with a baby wipe. With that, she walked out of the bathroom. Sam climbed back onto the bed. He could hear the women's voices in the other room but he paid no attention. He was fairly surprised Jess had been so generous to first thing in the morning... if she kept this up, he'd probably be fine with keeping his hands to himself. Laying on the bed in his fresh clean diaper, staring at the ceiling, Sam felt more confident than ever about the day of work ahead. He heard Jess shout at him as she walked out the front door. "Bye Sam! I love you, behave yourself today." she shouted. "I love you too!" he shouted back. Sam got off the bed and plugged in his laptop. He was still a little groggy but it was nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix. The only problem was the women in the kitchen. He should have been used to them by now... but he wasn't looking forward to parading around in front of them in nothing but his diaper and a t shirt. He did it all the time but, somehow, he never got used to it. Yesterday he figured that he'd be on his own at work from now on with the newfound freedom of his pull ups. But now... now he'd probably be watched even more closely than before. He suddenly wondered if Jess had mentioned anything to them about what happened yesterday... about ANYTHING that happened yesterday. He had no way of knowing... but he figured he couldn't be paranoid. He had no control over it anyway. The only thing to do would be to face them. He walked out into the kitchen, being careful to pull the front of his shirt down to hide his diaper. It usually worked okay, but as a result his diapered butt was usually more prominent. "Morning, Sam." said Jordan. "Hey." he mumbled, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?" asked Shelby. "Uh, yeah, fine." "Thats good... you wanna set down your cup there and we'll check your diaper real quick?" she said, walking into the kitchen. "Um, Jess just changed me like a few minutes ago before she left." "Thats good... let me just roll up your shirt here." she said, taking him by the hand and forcing him to release his grasp on the t shirt. She then lifted up his shirt and slipped her two fingers into the leg band of his diaper. Sam sighed. He hated that she would just ignore him like that. He'd been in this diaper for 5 minutes. He didn't need to be checked. He couldn't help but notice Jordan was standing there watching the whole thing. She seemed almost fascinated by the process, standing there with her arms crossed in a pair of baggy athletic shorts, her black hair pulled back into a pony tail. The check took only a few seconds but time seemed to stand still. He just looked at Jordan. Why was his diaper check so darn interesting to her? For a moment, they made eye contact. She looked at him awkwardly before turning away. "Okay, looks like you're all dry." said Shelby. "See? I told you." said Sam. "Can't be too careful, now turn around real quick. Lets check in back." she said with a friendly smile. "Uh... I think I'd know if I, you know, had one of those accidents." said Sam, rolling his eyes. "Sam, this doesn't have to be that difficult. It never surprises me how you're able to turn a 5 second diaper check into a 30 second ordeal. Now turn around please." said Shelby. Sam did as he was told, rolling his eyes again as he felt her lifting his shirt and pulling back the elastic waistband of his diaper. "Now this is the second day this week that I've taken off work because Jess said she needed someone to watch you. This isn't my ideal day off but I'm doing it for Jess. I think the least you can do is have a good attitude." Sam said nothing. He wanted to tell Shelby that he didn't need her here. That he'd be just fine on his own. Although, after yesterday... he knew that wasn't entirely true. "Okay, you're free to go." she said, patting his diapered butt. "Thanks." he said sarcastically before grabbing his cup of coffee and walking back into the bedroom. Logging on to his office network, Sam sat down in front of his computer. He tried to forget about Shelby. If nothing else, he figured he'd be better able to focus on work today... knowing he was fully protected in case anything happened. Sipping his coffee, Sam tried to burry his head in the charts, graphs, and statistics he saw before him. He moved through each screen with such ease. He truly felt like working at home made him more productive for some reason. The only problem was that his hands sometimes cramped up while he was typing. He stretched his arms for a moment, then took the mouse in his hand, using it to navigate through each screen. His other hand came to rest on his bare thigh, just a few inches from his diaper. He wasn't sure how long he'd been on the computer. Maybe an hour? Maybe even two? He was in the zone. But sure enough, he was abruptly interrupted as the bedroom door swung open. There stood Shelby. "Hey sweetie, hows the working coming?" she asked. "Uh... fine." said Sam, turning his head back toward the computer screen. He could see Shelby slowly approaching him out the corner of his eye. "Sam, I think for today it might be better if you... didn't have your hands in your lap." she said gently grabbing his hand by the wrist, lifting it up, and setting it on the small desk in front of him. He looked up at her, not entirely sure of what she was suggesting. "Jess tells me your hands wander sometimes." Sam's heart sank, thinking now that she might know EVERYTHING that had happened to him the previous night. He just sat there. His mouth was open but he couldn't find any words. He was just... speechless. "Hows your diaper?" she asked. "F-f-fine." he stuttered. "Fine isn't an answer. Come on. Stand up real quick." she said. Sam did as he was told, submissive and still totally embarrassed that she might know something about his... wandering hands. A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind as she slid her finger into his diaper. He barely even noticed as she placed her hands on his shoulders, motioning for him to turn around. He finally began to calm down, feeling her pull back the elastics on his diapered rear end. He just stood there as she turned and walked out of the room. It wasn't until the door shut behind him that he breathed a sigh of relief. A little pee dribbled out into his diaper. He'd been so nervous. He didn't think that Jess could have told her ANYTHING that would embarrass him at this point... but this embarrassed him a little. Had she told Shelby to check his hands? Had she told her that he masturbated in his diaper? He couldn't bare to think about it. He back down at his computer and threw himself back into his work. He managed to distract himself but it wasn't long before the rest of his coffee started catching up with him. Without even thinking about it, he released the warm stream into his diaper as he clicked "send" on an email he had just finished typing up. He felt himself getting just a little excited in his warm, swollen diaper. He tried to ignore it and he pulled up another chart with some statistics on his screen. He took a deep breath. Eventually, it went away. He was relieved. He couldn't bare to think of Shelby walking into the room and seeing a giant tent in the front of his diaper. Before long, the bedroom door swung open again. But it was Jordan standing there. "Hey." she said, walking into the room. "Whats up?" he asked. "Nothing. Shelby told me to come check your diaper." she said. "Oh, okay." said Sam. His heart began pounding as she walked over to him. "Uh... I'm wet." said Sam timidly, not wanting to go through the whole ordeal of a diaper check with this woman he barely knew. "Oh... okay. Thats okay... um.... Hey Shelby! He's wet!" she shouted. "Then change him! I'm on the phone with work." shouted Shelby Jordan looked at Sam. "Okay, well, you heard her. Lets see, where do you usually do this?" "Um... over here." said Sam, walking instinctively over to the towel on the floor. "Okay.... okay then, why don't you lay down and get comfortable there." she said, walking over to the dresser and awkwardly pulling a diaper from its package before slowly unfolding it. The diaper change seemed to go excruciatingly slow. First she slowly peeled the tapes away, then gently pulled his diaper back. Grabbing his legs was awkward and she seemed to take forever wiping him, even spending a little too much time on his bare butt in the process. Then came the powder. She shook on a generous amount but, unlike Jess or Shelby, she made no effort to rub it into his skin. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he set his butt down on the new, clean diaper. She slowly pulled it up around him and taped him up. The only silver lining was that he was way too nervous to get excited by any of it. "Okay... I did it! Does it feel okay?" she asked. "Yeah, fine." "You sure? Not too tight?" she asked. "Yeah. Fine." "Come here for a second." she said taking his hand and leading him into the living room. "Everything go okay in there?" asked Shelby. "Yeah, um, could you check his diaper and make sure I did it right?" asked Jordan. "Sure." smiled Shelby. She slipped her fingers into the leg band around his thigh, sliding them down between his legs. "Perfect. Looks like you got a great fit. Feel okay, Sam?" "Fine." said Sam. "Well congratulations, Jordan. You just changed your first diaper without any help." said Shelby. Jordan smiled. With that, Sam retreated back to the bedroom. He got right back to work, once again losing track of time... his mind lost in thought as each new screen of facts and figures seemed to fade right into the next one. He was interrupted from his trance when his bedroom door opened up again. "Check time." said Shelby. He sighed again as he stood up. Just as he did, he felt a small cramp in his stomach. It wasn't hunger. He knew the feeling all too well. Shelby slid her fingers into his diaper once again. Sam, without having to be asked, turned around for her. He was all dry and proud to display a clean diaper to her. "Okay... so Jordan and I both decided we're tired of ordering pizza. There's a place with great burgers just down the street. So we're going there for lunch. We just gotta find you some pants." she said, sliding open Sam's dresser and sifting through it. "Um, you know, I've still got some work to do. You guys should go without me." said Sam. "Whats the matter? Don't they give you a lunch break?" "Um, well, yeah they do I just um..." "Come on Sam, grab a burger with us. Don't be such a stiff." said Jordan. Sam instantly looked behind him. He hadn't noticed Jordan standing there in the doorway. His hair stood on end. 'Don't be such a stiff?' What was that supposed to mean? Shelby smiled ever so slightly, pulling a pair of sweat pants from the drawer. He couldn't figure out if it was a reference to the previous night or if he was just being paranoid. Shelby knelt down, holding open Sam's pants. Lost in thought, Sam just stepped into them without argument as he felt her pull them up around his waist. He was just glad to have his diaper covered. "Okay, put on your shoes and we'll head out." Sam instantly realized that he hadn't agreed to this outing, even though he'd allowed Shelby to slip his pants on him. "Seriously, you guys should go without me. I'll be fine." said Sam. "Okay, okay. We'll compromise. We'll get the food to go." said Shelby. "Well, okay, I'll stay here." said Sam. "Um, no you won't. I'm sorry Sam, but I'm not sure how Jess would feel with us giving you 30 minutes of alone time on today of all days." Sam bit his lip again. More innuendo. And in front of Jordan. Did she know too? It all embarrassed him to the bone. "W-w-what are you talking about?" said Sam, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant. "I think you and your busy hands know exactly what I'm talking about." said Shelby smiling. The nervous feeling in Sam's stomach seemed to move downward for a moment. The feeling in his tummy wasn't going away. "Now come on, go put your shoes on and lets go." said Shelby as she turned to walk out of the bedroom. "Um, wait." said Sam, causing Shelby to stop and turn back to look at him. "Um... can I... use the bathroom before we go?" asked Sam apprehensively. He was desperate. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Not today." she said. "What?!" asked Sam indignantly. "You heard me. Jess hasn't exactly been impressed by your bathroom habits as of lately. So for today at least, if you have to go, you can use your diaper. And you're all clean and dry last I checked so you'll be fine." "So you're making me use my... my..." "Your diaper? Yes. Now go put your shoes on and lets go." said Shelby. Sam was speechless once again. He had no idea what to say. He thought for sure Shelby would let him use the bathroom. He felt nervous... wondering if the incident yesterday would be his last time to use the bathroom. 'Did Jess tell her that the bathroom was off limits for him?' he wondered. 'Or was it just a command decision that Shelby made to keep the bathroom clean?' "SAM... I said lets go." said Shelby in a stern tone of voice, snapping Sam out of his trance. Sam obeyed. There was nothing else he could do. He sat down on the couch, slipping on his shoes and tying them. Shelby grabbed his diaper bag and slung it around her shoulder as they walked out the door. As they walked out to Shelby's car in the parking lot, Sam was managing to stay in control. The feeling in his stomach wasn't so bad and, if he could just stay seated, he'd probably be able to hold on. He felt so resentful of Shelby at the moment but he knew that she probably thought that he just had to pee. And, after all, untaping him would be a lot of work for him just to go pee. Sam rolled his eyes as Shelby placed his diaper bag on the back seat, right next to him... an ever-present reminder of his accidents that followed him every time he left the house. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Sam bit his lip as a faint trickle of pee went into his diaper. Well, he was sort of in control. But a little pee wouldn't matter. For some reason, sitting in the back of Shelby's car on the warm leather seats in the hot summer sun and the warmth in his diaper, he couldn't help but feel his erection pressing up against the inside of his thick, padded diaper. But he didn't dare touch himself. The good news was that it was barely visible through his navy blue sweatpants. They pulled into the restaurant parking lot. After parking the car, Shelby and Jordan climbed out but Sam remained in his seat, not bothering to even take off his seatbelt. He didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to remain planted in his seat. Besides, he figured with a few minutes of alone time he might be able to have a moment to touch his diaper, to readjust, and maybe even massage himself a little. But Shelby must have been reading his mind. His car door swung open and there she stood, hands poised on her hips, looking as assertive as ever. "Come on, lets go." she said. "Uh, can I wait here?" he asked. "Nope. I told Jess I'd keep an eye on you today. We shouldn't be more than 10 minutes. Now come on." she said, reaching over his waist and unbuckling his seatbelt. Shelby took Sam by the hand as climbed out of the back of the car and stood up. "Are you wet?" she asked. "Um, not really." said Sam, trying to be truthful. Sam flinched as Shelby yanked his sweatpants down to his knees. He looked around to see if anyone could see them. A large pickup truck parked right next to them would block anyone's view from the restaurant. And luckily, Jordan happened to be standing two feet away watching the whole thing. Sam barely noticed Shelby sliding her finger into his diaper. He was too busy looking around for any bystander who might see them while walking by. "Okay, you're fine. Just a little damp." she said, sliding his pants back up around his waist and taking his hand. As the three of them began the long walk from the back of the parking lot towards the restaurant, Sam felt annoyed. He was certain now that Shelby was intent on watching him like a hawk, determined to stop him from laying a hand on his diaper, even for a split second. He couldn't tell if she was now leading him by the hand as if to belittle him, or merely because she wanted to ensure at least ONE of his hands was occupied. Worse yet, the feeling in his stomach now began to get worse. But this wasn't his fault. He'd asked to use the bathroom. He told her that he had to go. He tried to get her to allow him to stay in the car. None of this was his fault, he thought to himself. He knew if he could sit down in the restaurant he'd probably be okay... he'd be able to hold it for a while longer. But why even bother? As of right now, there was ONE thing he could do that felt good. ONE thing he could do to make himself more comfortable. And Shelby had brought it on herself. If she was going to treat him like a baby, he figured he might as well oblige her. Who knows? It might even get her to turn around and just drive home. He took a deep breath and squeezed Shelby's hand. He stopped abruptly prompting her to turn around. Without a moment's hesitation, he bent his knees and let out a slight grunt, filling his diaper with a loud, wet fart. He grunted again, forcing more poop out into the seat of his diaper. He sighed, feeling much better... quite satisfied with himself. Making eye contact with Shelby, who was still holding his hand, the look on her face was one of both surprise and disgust. "Oops." said Sam. "Wow... right here in public, Sam? Seriously?" "I asked to use the bathroom." he said. "You're disgusting." she said. Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Is everything okay?" asked Jordan, walking back to see what was going on. "Yeah... fine. Sam just... made a mess in his diaper." said Shelby with a sigh. "Oh, wow. You mean just now?" asked Jordan. "Yep. Okay, Sam. You wanna poop your pants? Fine by me. You'll be the one waiting while we order our food." said Shelby, turning and walking towards the restaurant with her hand still firmly grasping his. As Sam was pulled towards the restaurant, he instantly regretted his decision. He wouldn't be getting out of this. What was going to happen? Was Shelby really going to take him into a restaurant in his current state? Would she really go that far just to embarrass him? His heart began pounding as they drew closer to the building, the warm mess in his pants shifting as he walked. They stopped at a small bench no more than 10 feet from the entrance to the restaurant. "Okay, I'll go in and order. You can sit right here and wait." she said, pushing Sam back by his shoulders onto the bench. Caught off guard, Sam lost his balance. He braced himself on the armrest of the bench, but his rear end slowly came to rest on the seat, forcing the mess in his diaper up between his cheeks and across his butt. "Why don't you keep and eye on him Jordan?" "Okay, sure." she said. They sat in silence for a minute or two. As gross as the feeling was... Sam found it a little arousing. He hated to admit to himself... but the feeling of a messy diaper could sometimes be a little sensual. "At least you're protected." said Jordan, breaking the silence between them. Sam said nothing. He didn't want to dignify it with a response. "I mean, Jess said you were in these pull ups or whatever yesterday. She said they weren't as absorbent as... what you wear now. So, in a way, you're really kind of lucky that you had better... protection, you know?" said Jordan. "Look, could you just stop talking?" said Sam. "Sam, I'm trying to be nice. Shelby is not in a real good mood right now in case you haven't noticed. I mean seriously, you couldn't hold it for a few minutes? Do you even have any control over when you go... you know??" "Look this isn't my fault. I told her I had to go." whined Sam. "Yeah. You told us. But Jess says you have a habit of not flushing the toilet sometimes.... and peeing on the seat? I hate to say it Sam but, talking to her, sometimes it sounds like diapers are really the best option for you." Sam sighed. He didn't say anything. After another minute, Shelby returned to the bench. "Okay, good news. Our order is in and the food should be out in 15 minutes. Also, I asked if they had a family restroom inside and they said they didn't. But they said the library across the street DOES. So we're gonna swing back by the car, grab his diaper bag, change him, and then come back and grab our food. Sound good? Normally, I'd just wait until we got home but 15 minutes is way to long to let Sam here sit in a dirty diaper. If he got a rash, Jess would kill me." "Okay." said Jordan. With that, the three of them set off for the car. The mess in Sam's pants slid around yet again as he got off the bench. The feeling of what he'd done followed him with each step. If nothing else, he was glad to be getting changed. Opening the car, Shelby grabbed the diaper bag out of the back seat. She closed the door, then locked it. "Wait, can't we just drive over there?" asked Sam. "Its just across the street and its a beautiful day. Besides, we've got some time to kill before lunch is ready. Come on." Sam didn't argue, even when Shelby took his hand again. He didn't know why she insisted on leading him around like that. The library wasn't far but walking all that way was the last thing Sam wanted to do. As they walked through the parking lot, he released another dribble of pee. It trickled over his balls before meeting the mess in the middle of his diaper. Sam cringed as they walked into the library. He wasn't looking forward to being in an enclosed space with people. One middle aged woman stared at Sam as he walked past her. He briefly made eye contact before turning away. She must have known what he'd done, he thought. As they approached a young blonde librarian, Sam wanted to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else. "Excuse me, are the family restrooms on this floor?" asked Jordan. "Yes, down that hall and to the right." answered the woman. "Thanks." smiled Jordan. Sam was so glad that Jordan had been the one to ask the question. He was terrified that the librarian might smell him if he'd been any closer. He was relieved when they finally entered the bathroom. Jordan closed the door and turned the lock behind her. "Okay, Jordan why don't you help sam step out of those pants and... we'll see what we're dealing with here." said Shelby. In the corner of the room, there was a long broad counter with some short railings on the side. It must have been a changing station. But it looked nothing like the small, flimsy plastic tables that folded out of the walls in most public bathrooms. It was huge. About 5 feet long at least. Sam's heart started pounding as he watched Shelby unloading the contents of his diaper bag: first the baby wipes, then the powder, the diaper rash cream, and finally a new clean folded diaper. Jordan slid his pants down to his ankles and he slowly stepped out of them. "Okay Sam, come here." said Shelby. Sam wasn't sure why but there was something so demeaning... so infantile... about being changed there. She began unfolding the new diaper as he approached her. She set it down on the long countertop. "Okay, turn around for me." she said. Sam did as he was told. She lifted his shirt and gently pulled the elastics back on his diaper. Sam cringed as she poked and prodded at the back of his diaper, spreading the mess around. "Okay... you are one stinky boy. Looks like we got our work cut out for this. Jordan, come here. I hate to say it but I'm gonna need all the help I can get. Lets get you up here, Sam. Come on." Sam put one hand on the railing, getting read to boost himself up. Just as Sam was contemplating how he could climb up onto the table, he felt Shelby grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up. It caught him by surprise at first, but he used what little leverage he had to lift himself at the same time. His butt came to rest on the firm countertop, the mess in his diaper spreading this time to the base of his balls and the cold tile giving him goosebumps against his bare thighs. His bare legs dangled at least two feet off the floor. He was surprised she was able to lift him up like that so effortlessly. She must have had more upper body strength than he thought. But then again, she'd worked with Jess as a nurse, so helping full grown men around wasn't new to her. Despite the fact that he was a full grown man and the changing table - or changing counter- was exceptionally large... he couldn't help but feel so small. "Okay, lay back." said Shelby. Sam did as he was told. Shelby then pulled a small plastic strap across his waist and buckled it into the other strap on the countertop. "Now I know you're probably not gonna roll off but this will just help to keep you from shifting around too much while we change ya. It'll just make things a little easier." she said. Sam couldn't believe it. He felt so confined, so helpless laying there on the cold tile countertop, strapped, wearing only his t shirt and poopy diaper. Before he had so much as another second to contemplate his surroundings, Shelby untapped his diaper. RIP, RIP, RIP.... the tearing open of the tapes seemed to echo through the bathroom. Sam closed his eyes as she pulled open his diaper. The cool air flooded in. "Okay, we'll lift his legs up like this." said Shelby grabbing him by the ankles. "Okay, okay." said Jordan. "Can you help me out here and grab his legs for me there." said Shelby. "Sure." Sam had been ready to grab his legs, his eyes still closed. But to his surprise, he felt Jordan grabbing his ankles and holding them up. He didn't have to do anything. He felt Shelby wiping his butt with the damp portion of his used diaper. Then came the baby wipes. After walking around in a messy diaper for so long, nothing felt better than those cool refreshing wipes. She must have been wiping for 5 minutes. But it wasn't as bad as most messy diaper changes he'd experienced because he didn't even have to hold up his own legs. That was the biggest pain of all and really, his ONLY responsibility during diaper changes in the past. Today, he just had to hold still... which wasn't exactly difficult since he was strapped to the table. Jordan's firm, warm hands held him up. Apparently, she had some upper body strength too. As embarassing as the whole thing was, Sam was actually starting to feel better, both mentally and physically. As he felt Shelby run the last few wipes through his butt crack, he finally felt clean. Completely and totally clean. He couldn't help but smile a little as he felt the ice cold diaper rash cream being rubbed into his skin. Even the smell of the diaper rash cream was southing... but it was the aroma of the baby powder being shook onto his bottom and then his balls that was the best part. Shelby rubbed the powder into his rear end before sliding the diaper underneath him. Jordan slowly lowered him onto the diaper, releasing his legs from her grasp. It felt so strange for Sam to be up off the ground while he was being changed, his legs dangling over the side of the countertop. He slowly opened his eyes again, feeling blinded by the stark florescent lights on the ceiling as he felt his new diaper being pulled up around his genitals and taped firmly in place. With that, Shelby unbuckled him. He sat up on the table but his feet still didn't touch the ground. As Shelby took his dirty diaper and disposed of it in a specially marked garbage bin, Sam slid down off the changing table. Still in only a diaper and a t shirt, Sam picked up his pants which were neatly folded and stepped back into them. Dropping the tube of rash cream on the floor, Shelby bent down to pick it up. As she did, Sam couldn't help but notice the red frilly waistband of her panties peeking up above her jeans. He couldn't help but contemplate how different they were. He was in diapers now... and probably for good. Underneath her clothes, under Jess' clothes, under all women's clothes... was something sexy, stylish... something fashionable. Under his clothes.... something else. Not a matter of style but necessity. It was his protection, his bathroom. But he was no longer allowed to touch himself there. His diaper made that difficult enough already. This short outing had been a strange one for Sam. It wasn't his first messy diaper by any means. But it was a wakeup call. He'd be in diapers for the long haul. The reality of it felt overwhelming... even though it had been a long time coming. He missed Jess. He just wanted to hug her... to be in her arms. He just wanted to go home. The three of them left the library. When he'd gone in, the idea of the change had been unbearably embarrassing for him. But leaving now, he was glad that they hadn't waited. Things could be worse. He could STILL be in a poopy diaper. As strange as it was, his clean and dry diaper leant him a sort of confidence. If anyone smelled him, they would only get a whiff of clean, fresh baby powder... nothing more. He was even starting to feel hungry for lunch.

Some quarter century ago I saw a newsclip on WPRI-TV Providence, RI Ch 12 that showed how toilet-trained preschool children were induced to urinate for medical samples by rubbing the abdominal area

There are plenty of videos on various sites that you can watch and learn from.

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