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After far too long (Sorry!) finally, an update to the story. It has been about three months since I last worked on this story and I wanted to apologise for the long break. I mentioned the reasons for it a little earlier in this thread and whilst I'm still struggling with a lot of things, I still love writing and I still love this story and providing a small amount of entertainment for all of you who read the story! I will do my best to make sure updates are faster and hopefully my renewed interest in writing continues. I am more open to commissions as well at the moment so if anyone is interested in having a story written for them send me a message and we can discuss it. I hope you all enjoy the first part of the next chapter and, as always, any compliments, criticisms or complaints are welcomed in the comments Enjoy... Chapter 21 – Sleepovers The short waddle to the car was a strange experience for Nick. He felt quite uncomfortable as he awkwardly walked away from the elevator but at the same time he couldn’t help but giggle a little at what he had done. He knew how infantile it had been, how he had embarrassed himself on purpose to shut the annoying people up and yet he felt strangely proud of it. He was too timid to speak up and just tell the women to shut up, messing his nappy in such a way had seemed like the best method of stopping them from talking. Sarah was lost in thought on the way back to the car. She could hardly believe what her husband had done, it was hard for Sarah to know whether she should find what Nick had done funny or whether she should be angry that her husband had been so obvious and rude. The two women in the elevator were certainly annoying Sarah as much as they were annoying Nick but she almost felt like she should chastise her husband for being so rude. She certainly didn’t want to encourage that kind of behaviour; she didn’t mind Nick being embarrassed but she didn’t want to be embarrassed by him! As they reached the car Sarah opened the backdoor and awkwardly helped to lift Nick into the enlarged child seat. She looked around and saw that they were practically alone in that area of the car park and, from the smell, she was very grateful of that fact. Nick’s stinky mess would certainly be no secret to anyone passing nearby. Nick gently lowered himself into the seat and grimaced as he felt the hot and sticky mess spread even further around his nappy. The soaked and dirty padding had taken a beating and Nick was grudgingly impressed that it had managed to hold everything. Neither Sarah nor Nick said anything as Sarah buckled her husband into the seat. The elation of a victory was slipping away now and as Sarah closed the door and walked around to the driving seat. The air in the car quickly began to sour and Nick recoiled slightly from his own smell. Every slight shift in his weight coated a new area of his nappy in his excrement and he felt intensely uncomfortable. He was rather forcefully reminded of how much of a toddler he was acting, of how much his stock and confidence had fallen. Sarah quickly filled the boot of the car with all the shopping she had done, Nick craned his head around and looked at his wife who was had that clear expression on her face of someone who had smelt a very unpleasant smell. The driver’s door opened and, a second later, Sarah stepped into the car. Without a word she turned the engine on and reversed out of the parking spot. Sarah drove down out of the multi-storey car park in silence, her only concession being to wind down her window to let some fresh air in. It hadn’t taken long for the smell of the very used nappy to fill the air and the pungent odour soon seemed to almost be choking the occupants of the vehicle. Nick, sat helplessly in his car seat, could only blush in silence as the smell of his nappy enveloped him and his wife. He felt himself tear up through humiliation but he willed himself to not cry, he couldn’t get the image out of his head of a toddler with a dirty nappy needing a change. He didn’t want to start wailing like a baby and proving that this demeaning treatment was necessary. The car slowed as it reached the exit of the car park. There was a very bored man in a little booth in front of the barrier that collected the tickets of people leaving the car park. The man was on the older side and looked like he was approaching retirement, slumped forward with his head propped up with his hands, the man looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Nick empathised with that feeling as the car rolled to a stop in front of the window. “Ticket.” The older man said in a bored voice. Nick cringed and tried to sink into his raised car seat. He was certain he was very clearly visible, if the car park attendant even glanced his way he would get quite the surprise. Sarah handed the ticket to the attendant with a smile. She acted as if any mother with a toddler in the back would act. Sarah watched as the attendant took the ticket and fed it into a machine which quickly flashed up how much she owed. “That’ll be…” The man started in the same bored tone of voice as before. The man’s eyes slowly opened wide and his jaw dropped. The furrowed brow revealed a man trying to work out what he was looking at in the back seat of the car. Nick watched as the ticket inspector did a quick double take. Nick quickly looked down, he knew that even though his nappy was hidden under his shorts that the smell wasn’t and neither was the obvious car seat he was strapped into. “I think it is £3, isn’t it?” Sarah asked. She rooted around in her purse for spare change and pretended that she didn’t notice that the man was staring at her infantilised husband. “Y-Yes Ma’am.” The attendant said softly, unable to take his eyes off of Nick. Sarah held out the money to hand it to the employee but found the older gentleman was so distracted that he didn’t even notice. She couldn’t help but smile at the shocked look on his face as she followed his gaze to her humiliated husband. “Sorry about him. He had an accident and we need to get him home.” Sarah said casually but loudly. She saw Nick visibly wince out of the corner of her eye but didn’t react. The man was still just staring open-mouthed at Nick, he gave no indication as to having heard Sarah as he continued his unabashed staring. Sarah found it quite amusing but was becoming increasingly aware of traffic building up behind her, plus the smell was getting overbearing and she really wanted to get home and get Nicky out of the disgusting nappy he was sitting in. “Ahem!” Sarah loudly and dramatically cleared her throat. The car park attendant finally snapped back to reality. He shook his head slightly and turned to face Sarah again, his mouth was still hanging open partially and he looked from Sarah’s face to her hand full of money. It seemed to take him a few seconds to remember who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. “Oh… Yes… £3. Thank you, ma’am.” He slowly said as he accepted the money and pressed the button to lift the barrier. As Sarah thanked him and drove past the open barrier Nick could feel the attendant staring at him until they were all the way out of sight and down the road. Nick breathed a deep sigh of relief as the car hurried down the road. He knew it wouldn’t be too long until he got home, it wouldn’t be a moment too soon either as the nappy that Nick was sitting in was absolutely gross. The little bumps in the road all caused the mess to spread further and with every inch of clean skin getting covered it made Nick feel worse and worse. By the time the car pulled into the driveway, Nick was desperate to get out of the car and out of his underwear. He was shocked he hadn’t leaked since it felt like his entire nappy area was coated in his own excrement, he was very grateful that the nappy had held up though because he knew that if it didn’t it would only lead to more issues for him. “Come on then.” Sarah said as she unbuckled her husband from the large child seat and gingerly helped him to step out of the car. Nick noticed that she seemed hesitant to touch him and he could hardly blame her, he felt disgusting. As he stood up, Nick felt his nappy stick to him unpleasantly. He grimaced as he took a couple of wide-legged steps towards the house, Nick had no idea if neighbours were watching his walk of shame since his mind was totally preoccupied with getting himself up to his bedroom for a change. A clean and dry nappy at that moment sounded like heaven. As soon as Sarah turned the key in the lock of the front door, Nick pushed it open and awkwardly headed up the stairs. “Go to your room and wait for me.” Sarah said authoritatively as she turned to go out to the car and bring in the shopping. “Where else am I going to go…” Nick muttered under his breath as he stomped up the stairs. In Nick’s mind it was true. Where else was he going to go? The thought never entered his mind that he would head to the bathroom or clean himself up, it wasn’t even an option to Nick to clean himself up. He never considered that he didn’t really require his wife for everything, he just obediently trooped up to his bedroom and stood in the middle of the childish space. His legs were rather tired from walking around the shopping centre but he avoided sitting down, he did not want to make the mess any worse. The smell was awful. Nick could barely stand his own stench and waddled over to the far side of the room to throw the window open. The fresh air tasted delicious to the messy man as he waited for Sarah to put the shopping away and come upstairs. He quietly cursed under his breath when a couple of minutes passed and he was still left sticking his head out of the window and gulping as much fresh air as possible. “Come on…” Nick said a little louder than he had planned. What could be taking Sarah so long? Nick reached back with one of his hands and gently touched the rear of his shorts. He grimaced when he felt the lumpy mess that was coating his bottom. When Nick prodded his finger against his padded area he felt the bulging backside and quickly withdrew his hand. “I know, Jack…” Nick suddenly stopped his self-examination has he heard Sarah’s voice just outside the front door. She was talking in a hushed voice but it still carried upstairs. Nick presumed she hadn’t noticed that he had opened the bedroom window and so thought she was alone. Nick waddled closer to the window and carefully peered out, he tried to silence the crinkling that accompanied him as he looked down at his wife. Sarah was sat on the porch with her mobile phone held against her head. She was looking out towards the car and giggling as she talked to someone. Nick felt an innate naughtiness at eavesdropping on his wife but turned his head so his ear pointed down and listened to the conversation below. “I know!” Sarah said with a barely audible giggle. Nick frowned in frustration, every time the wind rustled the trees or a car passed by he found the conversation below was drowned out and he strained even harder to hear the conversation. “No, he needed to go badly for a long time but held it all the way back to the elevator.” Sarah continued, “Then, just when I thought he would get back to the car, he messed himself right in front of these two annoying women. It was actually quite cute, like he was sticking up for me after one bumped into me.” Nick couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter slightly at Sarah saying he was cute, though the embarrassing scene from that morning being shared with other people caused him some trepidation. Nick knew she was talking to Jack again which was one of the main reasons he felt the need to eavesdrop. Without a second thought, Nick relaxed his bladder and felt a warm liquid spread around his nappy. He hoped he wouldn’t leak but he wasn’t going to take the blame if he did, Sarah should have been straight up here and changing him! “Oh no, I’m fine. Just got shoved into a corner a little bit.” Sarah continued, “Not on purpose or anything, just a couple of loud assholes.” There was a pause where Nick assumed Jack was talking. The silence was broken a few seconds later by Sarah’s high pitched laugh. “You should have seen their faces!” Sarah said through the giggles, “They had looks on their faces like… Well, like someone had just pooped in front of them!” Nick scowled as his wife broke into a renewed fit of laughter. He couldn’t believe his wife would be broadcasting his embarrassing life to other people so brazenly and publicly. “It’s the day after tomorrow that we have our plans isn’t it?” Sarah asked when her laughter had died down. Nick’s eyes flew wide as he wondered what his wife could be planning. Whatever it was, if it involved Jack, Nick knew it wouldn’t be a nice surprise for him. Absentmindedly, Nick reached back and tried to scratch his rear. The messy nappy was starting to get exceedingly itchy now and Nick was frustrated that he couldn’t stop the irritation. “What have I got planned for Nick that day?” Sarah said, clearly repeating something Jack had asked, “Oh that is all planned. Nick will…” Right at that moment a truck drove by in the otherwise quiet street and drowned out the rest of the sentence. Nick cursed this stroke of bad luck as the truck drove past and, try as he might, he couldn’t hear anything Sarah said. “… No doubt Nick will be learning some new things.” Sarah finished mischievously when the trucks noise died away. Nick scowled in frustration. He was now intensely curious as to the plans for him but he knew he couldn’t ask about them, if Sarah knew he had been eavesdropping he knew he would not like the consequences. “Anyway, I will speak to you soon. I need to go upstairs and sort out Mr. Messy Pants.” Sarah said with a laugh. Knowing that she would soon be up to check on him, Nick slowly and quietly closed the window and moved back towards the changing table. It was not long until he started to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and as the bedroom door opened, Nick sighed in relief. No matter what was planned for him, at least he would get out of this disaster of a diaper! Sarah hummed a happy tune as she lifted Nick up wordlessly and deposited him on the changing table. As Nick sat on the edge of the table before lying down he instinctively winced a little but, with his nappy already in such a state, he barely even noticed the squashing of his rear and the further expansion of the mess covering his backside. Nick laid back and Sarah quickly pulled off his clothes to reveal the scene of destruction that was Nick’s underwear. “Woah… Going to need a hazmat suit for this one!” Sarah joked. Nick failed to see the humour in this situation and as he watched Sarah laugh he contemplated complaining that if she had changed him promptly like a good mommy would that he wouldn’t be in such a way. Of course, there was no way he could say anything like that and basically admitting he needed Sarah to change him. Even if he could physically do it himself he knew, even if he didn’t want to admit it, that he was mentally incapable of changing himself. There was just no way he would allow himself to risk Sarah’s wrath even if it meant being more comfortable. Sarah opened the nappy and grimaced when she saw the contents. Grabbing a handful of wipes, she began the process of cleaning her husband. As much as Sarah loved the control, messy nappies were not particularly fun to change. It took several minutes of wiping to make any progress and the smell in the room was undeniably bad. At this point Nick had been in his messy pants for so long that the smell had disappeared into the background a little bit. He didn’t realise it but he was getting used to the smell of his own bowel movements. “There we go…” Sarah finally said five minutes later as she inspected Nick’s backside, “Looks like that is all of it.” She dumped the wipes and used diaper in the trashcan near the door and quickly pulled out a new nappy. In a well-practiced routine, Sarah lifted Nick’s legs and placed the new plastic disposable underneath him. Lowering him down she pulled the front of the nappy up over Nick’s tool, which she noted with some satisfaction had begun to stiffen a little, and taped the infantile underwear tightly and securely around his waist. Sarah lifted Nick off of the change table having barely said a single word to him. Nick was actually pleased for the silence since he was sure the only comments he would have received would have been negative. He would like to have heard about the plans for him regarding Sarah’s meet up with Jack, but Nick couldn’t ask about it without revealing he had been eavesdropping. Sarah walked Nick over towards his makeshift crib and lifted him into the baby bed before promptly lifting the rails up leaving Nick, naked except for his new nappy, locked into his little cell. Nick wasn’t surprised that he was being expected to nap bearing in mind it had been normal for the last few days and, to Nick’s slight annoyance, he found himself yawning as his body expected sleep. Once Nick was safely in the crib, Sarah turned to exit the room. The only words she said was that she would see him in an hour leaving Nick completely in the dark about future plans. When Sarah closed the door behind her, Nick was left laying alone and as he closed his eyes his mind wandered to what might be coming in his near future. --- Nick wasn’t sure how long had passed when he was awoken by the sound of his bedroom door opening. Judging by the sun outside it hadn’t been very long but his naps rarely were. He slowly sat up in the bed accompanied by the crinkling which had been following him everywhere since this ordeal had begun. Rubbing his eyes, Nick looked through the bars as Sarah came walking across the room. “Gosh, this room stinks.” Sarah said quietly as she reached the bars, “We are going to have to sort out your nappy bin.” Nick didn’t reply as he waited for the side of his crib to be lowered. Rubbing his eyes and yawning again, Nick jumped when he suddenly felt a hand on the bottom of his nappy, the hand prodded and pushed the padding against his body. “Hmm, wet already?” Sarah’s voice had a combination of surprise and condescension as she looked through the bars at her sleepy husband, “Asleep for only an hour but already wetting yourself.” Nick looked down at his nappy that was indeed wet, he did a kind of mental shrug. There was nothing he could do about it after all, he had trouble staying dry at night, that was how this whole thing started. If he was to be in nappies all the time he wished she would stop acting so surprised when he used them. As Sarah stepped on the release lever and slowly allowed the bars to descend she worked hard to keep a completely straight face. As usual, her husband’s lack of control proved to be exciting for her. His growing reliance on his nappies and on her was just what she had hoped would happen, she felt a growing swell of power every time she found Nick in a used nappy. Nick slowly scooted over to the edge of the toddler bed and dropped to his feet. He stood unsteadily for a few seconds before Sarah came back with an afternoon outfit for him to wear. “I think this would look absolutely adorable on you!” Sarah exclaimed as she brought the clothes over. Nick remained silent but couldn’t disagree more. What he was looking at was an outfit he had seen toddlers wear but never something for an adult, the fact this even existed was a shock to Nick. The outfit was like a toddler’s sailor outfit but, just like everything else, sized up for a fully grown adult. The shirt was navy blue with thin white stripes going across it horizontally, the shorts were white and small with a picture of an anchor on the rear end and the clothes were completed by a little sailor’s cap with a strap that seemed designed to keep it strapped to the head of whatever unfortunate soul would have to be in it. Nick allowed himself to be placed into the clothes without complaint. The way Nick saw it, as long as they were staying at home, who cared what he was wearing over his nappy. He assumed after the torment of the morning that they wouldn’t be heading out again. Remembering the morning before his nap, Nick was suddenly reminded of the phone conversation he had eavesdropped on. Nick tried to think of a way he could bring it up with his wife to talk about but there didn’t seem to be a good way for the topic to come up. Nick had slowly slipped to the point where he knew he was no longer an equal partner in the relationship, he feared making Sarah angry or upset when she had so much power over him. Nick followed his wife downstairs and into the living room where he saw the playpen set up for him. Sarah held the gate open and, with a sigh of resignation, Nick walked into the fenced in area and sat down on the cushion in the middle of the space. He looked around at the various toys and activities with a sceptical eye, he hoped he wouldn’t have to be in here long because these infantile activities were beyond boring for him. “I have a special treat for you.” Sarah said with a smile down at her adorable husband. Nick looked up in interest. He was unsure if he should look forward to any surprises his wife had for them when they were almost always bad. He couldn’t help being hopeful though. “You have been pretty good recently. The way you tried to protect me in the elevator today, although it was misguided, was really sweet.” Sarah smiled and turned towards the couch, “I bet the toys and things in there are pretty boring for you aren’t they?” Nick nodded his head quickly. He would do anything for something that could occupy his time. “Well then, why don’t you have an afternoon with this.” Sarah said. She walked over to the table and picked up her laptop and carried it over to the playpen. With a big smile she opened the gate and placed it carefully inside. Nick looked at it in awe. It had been so long since he had been given access to a computer that he had started to believe he would never be able to use one again. He eagerly crawled over to it, his large padded rear swaying as he scurried across the carpet. “I will be doing dinner in a few hours.” Sarah said as she closed the playpen and started walking towards the kitchen, “You can do whatever you like with the laptop until then.” Nick didn’t know where to start. It had been so long since he had been allowed on a computer that he had a long list of what he wanted to do. He started by loading up the internet and browsing some of his online forums. He caught up on everything he had missed in the world, it was amazing how much time he had to devote to just catching up on current events. He had never even noticed that with everything that had happened in the last few weeks, he had completely lost track of all the things he normally took an interest in. Games, music and especially sports had barely crossed his mind since this all began, now he had a chance to catch up on everything he had missed. Once he had finished checking his usual online hangouts, Nick was shocked to see that he only had half an hour of computer time left. He wondered what he should do before his time with the laptop was taken away. Then his mind went to the one place all male’s minds tend to go when bored and with internet access. Porn. Nick turned so that the screen faced away from the doorway to the kitchen where his wife was. It served the dual purpose of hiding what he was looking at from his wife and also allowing him some warning for when she was coming in to the room. He knew he shouldn’t look at this stuff and he was fairly sure he wouldn’t be able to pleasure himself without being caught but he was so starved sexually, he couldn’t help himself. Heading to the search bar he started typing “adult” and then stopped in confusion. The search bar showed a drop down menu that autocompleted recent searches from this laptop that started with the word “adult.” Nick looked around the room conspiratorially as if expecting someone to jump out at him. The room was silent, the only sounds in the house came from the kitchen and the occasional clang of a pot or pan. Nick looked back at the screen and read the search terms that had been made from this computer recently. “Adult Baby”, “Adult Baby Pictures”, “Adult Baby Stories” and “Adult Baby Forums.” Nick recognised the “Adult Baby” term. He had seen it on the television, it was a label for those adults who liked parading around in nappies and playing baby games. George had talked with Nick about it a little bit since he seemed to enjoy it. He had been very curious about the world his wife had forced him into but he had no way to research it. Finally, he had a way to look through the window. Scrolling down to “Adult Baby Forums”, Nick clicked and was taken to a page full of search results for forums full of people who liked to wear nappies. Nick was shocked at how many existed, this lifestyle seemed to be more popular than he had expected, it looked like there were thousands of people enjoying it. It was quite confusing to Nick how anyone could want to wear nappies or act like babies, after the last few weeks he would have given anything to never have to act that way again. Seeing a link that was a different colour from the rest which indicated that the link had been visited, Nick clicked on the same link and was taken to a very active forum. He scrolled up and down the page quickly to see all kinds of topics ranging from people who wanted to make themselves incontinent to people arguing over which nappy was the best. There was even a section for family and friends to ask questions about this lifestyle. Nick found all of the information overwhelming and he found himself becoming increasingly resentful that people were actively asking for the horrible life he had. It was just something he could not understand at all. Just before Nick was planning to leave the forum and look elsewhere he found his eyes drawn to the top right of the page. Nick saw a name and a picture that made him pause. The name was “MummySarah” and the picture was of a woman in leather bondage gear. Nick realised that Sarah must have set her profile on this website to log in automatically and forgotten about it, or at least assumed Nick wouldn’t find it. Nick bit his lip. He knew that he shouldn’t look at what his wife was posting or messages she had sent but the curiosity was difficult to ignore. He looked around again and was satisfied he was still alone. This would be snooping, almost spying, on his wife but he had to see what she had been saying to people. There may be clues as to what she has planned in the future, maybe it will hold the key to Nick regaining his independence. Nick clicked on the name and looked at previous posts made from the account. Most were innocuous, she seemed to have made some friends on the website and a lot of the posts were just her asking for advice on some small stuff and contributing to other threads. His wife’s introductory post was very interesting though. “Hi everyone, new here and new to the scene.” Sarah’s post began, “I have a bit of a strange situation at home. My husband lost his job and started wetting the bed on the same day. I wouldn’t have minded so much except he didn’t clean up after himself and left it for me to find. As a result, I started putting him in nappies. To cut a long story short we have quickly ended up in a position where I am in complete control. My husband no longer uses the toilet and he relies on me for everything. Looking forward to getting to know you.” Nick blushed as he read the post and realised that his wife was telling strangers about their strange home life. He scrolled through the posts and saw a bunch of welcoming posts and posts from fellow people into the ABDL scene. Nick found himself shocked at the sheer amount of information that Sarah had happily handed over. He felt betrayed that Sarah would go behind his back and tell a bunch of strangers his most intimate secrets. It was all quite interesting for Nick but none of it helped him out all that much. Nick was looking for information about what might be coming, for the most part the information Sarah was sharing was just what she had already done or comments on other people’s posts. Nick was just about to leave the website when he heard the computer make a notification noise along with a pop up that said “QueenMistress has sent you a new message.” Nick suddenly realised his wife’s inbox on the website had a bunch of personal correspondence and he had a chance to read what she wouldn’t tell the rest of the forum. There could be clues about where this was all going, perhaps a message or some indication about what the end game was for this seemingly never ending punishment. Clicking on the little envelope icon, Nick saw a whole bunch of messages and began scrolling through them. A surprising number of them appeared to be from desperate guys asking Sarah to be their Mummy. Nick scowled at these people for trying to pick up his wife and he quickly scrolled past them. The next messages were a back and forth between Sarah and “QueenMistress”, Nick clicked on the conversation with a slightly shaking hand and started to read the long list of replies the two had exchanged. The first messages were basic messages about getting to know each other but Nick quickly noticed the mood of the posts changed when this Mistress started asking Sarah about Nick. Sarah told this anonymous person all the details and stories of what had happened and the two of them shared some jokes about the situation. It was as Nick hurried past the jokes at his expense that he saw the Mistress had begun to give Sarah advice for where to go from here. Nick’s wide eyes scanned the messages quickly as he saw all kinds of ideas being shared between the two of them. He saw one post where the Mistress asked Sarah for a picture, Nick was glad that none had been taken until he scrolled down and found Sarah had sent this woman a picture of Nick asleep in his crib! His nappy was wet and exposed and was now online. Nick felt himself shaking through a combination of anger and fear. How exposed was he? Where had Sarah been sharing information about him and how could she do that without his permission? In a rage, Nick started typing an expletive laden response to MistressQueen’s last message where he was giving her a stern telling off and making it clear that she should never contact Sarah again. His hand was just hovering over the send button when he suddenly heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. Nick froze and felt his nappy suddenly warm up again as his bladder reacted to the shock by emptying itself. “What do you think you are doing?” Sarah’s voice was stern, it was sharp and it was full of warning. “I… I…” Nick was really angry but under the withering stare of Sarah he started to wilt. His finger still hovered over the send button. “Snooping through my personal mail!” Sarah said with anger as she opened the gate of the playpen, “I give you one little treat and this is how you repay it?” “Why are you talking to people about me online!?” Nick shouted back. Tears formed in his eyes as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. “What Mummy does and doesn’t do is none of your business.” Sarah hissed back through gritted teeth, “As you probably noticed, you are far from the only person in the world who wears nappies. I was just looking for some advice. I repeat, it is none of your business, baby.” “And you meeting with Jack again is none of my business too, right?” Nick quietly said in an accusing manor. He immediately regretted saying anything. He had exposed that he had listened in on the conversation his wife and Jack shared. He was angry, but letting Sarah know that he had been listening to her private conversations hardly made this situation better. “Eavesdropping on me too!” Sarah shouted angrily, “This is the thanks I get for giving you a little freedom is it?” “It’s not fair!” Nick shouted. He kicked the floor with his foot as he shouted and looked for all the world like a toddler having a tantrum. “I’ll tell you what isn’t fair… What isn’t fair is making me have to watch you 24/7 to stop you doing this kind of stuff.” Sarah hissed back at her husband, “You are treated like you precisely because of this disrespectful behaviour. I thought you were getting better but you appear to have learned nothing.” Sarah took a large and menacing stride towards Nick. She was livid that Nick would break her trust like this. Nick panicked as he saw his wife advancing and he jerked backwards. As he did so, his finger dropped on to the send button and a second later there was a notification that a message had been sent. The hateful message that Nick had typed in rage now travelled through the tubes connecting the internet together and will have arrived on its recipient’s computer seconds later. “What did you just send?” Sarah asked her husband with a note of warning in her voice. “Erm…” Nick replied. Sarah walked up to Nick and picked the laptop to see the horrible message Nick had just sent to one of Sarah’s online friends. Nick watched Sarah with trepidation. He saw her grip on the laptop tighten and her knuckles go white, she even began shaking slightly. Nick had never seen Sarah so upset. He was terrified. “Go to your nursery.” Sarah said barely above a whisper, “Go up there and stay there.” Nick stood up and quickly started following Sarah’s instructions. His crinkling bottom waddled over towards the stairs where he paused to look back at Sarah. “Your punishment will come later. GET TO YOUR NURSERY!” Sarah screamed the last bit causing Nick to yelp and almost run up the stairs and into the nursery. He closed the door, ran over to the crib and huddled behind his blanket. He didn’t know what was coming but he was sure he had just made his life a lot worse. Just as Sarah was giving him some responsibility he had screwed it up again. Sarah was seething. Putting the laptop down, Sarah tried to get her rage under control. She walked to the phone and dialled Kirsty’s number. “Hello?” Kirsty said as she answered the phone. “Hi, it’s Sarah.” Sarah said stiffly, “Is it still fine for Nick to spend the night at yours the day after tomorrow?” “Yeah it’s fine, George is looking forward to it.” Kirsty replied, “What’s up? You sound angry?” “I’ll be fine.” Sarah replied tersely, “I want you to give Nick the full works. No sissy stuff, but I want him to be punished.” Sarah hung up the phone before Kirsty could reply. Walking back into the kitchen, Kirsty at least felt slightly better knowing that Nick would very much regret what he had done soon enough. ---

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(author's note: only a small story I'm afraid) Peaches blinked away the sleep, but didn't act disobediently as she was sat in front of the vanity mirror today. Even though she would never have chosen this, she couldn't deny that a part of her - deep down - felt a little bit like a spoiled and special princess. Of course, other parts of her rebelled. She looked over her short pink toddler dress in the reflection, and blushed. It made it rather clear what kind of adult Little she was, and what her home-life was like. Very few people would even talk to her like an adult again, particularly not the larger folk. And she was rather trapped in their society's world now. It was getting hard to believe that she had even ever been an adult. The giantess behind picked up the enormous hairbrush, and began firmly combing out her night tangles. Peaches winced and blushed, but sat fairly still. She'd had months to get used to this, and she knew full well that the hairbrush would be used on her bottom if she was 'a naughty girl.' She kept her squirming to a minimum, and was 'good.' Good girls didn't get spanked after all. At least, not as much. She even felt a bit guilty about the times she had been or thought naughty, even though that logically she knew that she shouldn't. But it was hard not to, being a fraction of the size of the Amazon giants, in their society where they saw adult Littles as needing to be taken care of, like children. She'd been bathed, she'd been spanked, and she'd been put to stand with her nose in the corner, then apologize for her behaviour. The adult in her had been trained out. It was getting hard to believe that there was anything but this life for her. And she was getting pretty good at being a toddler. She had five stars from daycare this week. Her littles-ballet group was performing monthly on the stage in the park, to a crowd of hundreds every second Sunday. She even had two regular playgroup friends - the other little 'girl' next door, and another girl from daycare whose 'Mommy' somehow knew her Mommy. There was even a boy who Mommy might let her start playing with, though she was much more careful and supervising of that - and Peaches' life was all supervised now days. Of course, that might have included supervised bathroom trips, if she was allowed to use one. Her reflection clearly showed the thick diaper beneath her very short dress. The final insult about what Amazons thought of littles. Quite a few betweeners presumed that she must need them if she was wearing them too, and had partaken in overly embarrassing discussion and changing of her diapers. She squirmed about on the thick thirsty padding of her diaper, just glad that it was dry, and clean. There was no way to even describe being made to use a diaper for the uncleanest of purposes as an adult. But the amazons were simply sure that littles needed it, and it often became a self-fulfilling prediction when a little was given no other choice. After that, it became a regular part of life for littles, with many humiliating checks and comments. It was impossible to feel like a grownup with all that. But littles "just weren't really grownups", as giants and giantesses like her Mommy would say. Peaches went obediently still as her Mommy finished up her hair, attaching a bow, and then pulling up the pink dress off over her head. Unfortunately the woman only replaced it with a pink t-shirt, and Peaches winced. She hated it when people could actually properly fully see her diaper - and she had a playdate today! Sure, everybody saw hefty glimpses of it beneath her short dresses, or even the full outline when she was doing ballet - but she at least usually had a leotard or something over it, and could pretend that she had some dignity. Now Mommy wanted to broadcast to the world that Peaches was just a baby. Perhaps her playmate had been acting up, and needed the reminder. Well, Peaches would do as her Mommy expected, she would be the best possible baby today as she suckled on her bottle of expressed breastmilk. She didn't want to get in trouble herself, and also wanted to remind her friend of what they were. The girl would only get herself in trouble otherwise, with likely spankings, enemas, and maybe even another trip to one of those strange etiquette schools, where many littles learned for good how to be babies. Peaches still remembered her one week spent at one, when Mommy had needed to go overseas for travel. She still remembered how teenage Amazons a fraction of her age yet several times her size had so easily put her into a crib at night, and had changed her diapers in the morning, increasingly cooing at her like the baby she felt like. Yes. What had Peaches been thinking all morning? She was definitely just a baby, and did not want to go back to one of those places. She stretched out on her back, and began suckling on her milk bottle, intending to be the best baby when her friend arrived today. Perhaps they could play ponies and rattle toys, it was how a baby like her should be spending her days after all.

I'm Jude. I've always had an interest in wetting diapers. I've played with it on and off for years. But I heeded advice of many who have gone 24/7 and knew it would ruin the little bit of fun, every now and then, for me. On 10/7/16 I came down with a high fever that lasted until 11/7/16. I was hospitalized and even sent to Mayo and they never figured out what caused the high fever. The illness caused a lot of damage to my neurological system, muscles, liver, kidneys and bladder. At first I was completely incontinent. I've worked my way back to being mostly continent during the day but still incontinent at night. I hid this from everyone but finally talked to my doctor on Tuesday. She was great and told me to where the protection that I needed as a form of confidence and strength. That and she is confident I will regain control as my body continues to heal. Releif! That is what I felt, releif. I was so tired of fighting this battle. So I went straight to the drugstore and bought what I needed. I'm supposed to be peeing every two hours during the day and setting the alarm to pee once during the night in an effort to retrain my bladder. But that lasted a day. It just felt so good to let go and not plan my life around this. So I've been wearing pull ups during the day and overnight Tenas with a booster at night. Not even my underpaid gets wet! It will probably get old and I will try to retrain but for now, I just love that I can be in the middle of a conversation with a friend and it happens, and I don't have to make some stupid excuse and run away to find a bathroom. The same with overnight wetting. I wake up soaked but everything else is dry. I don't like sleeping wet so I usually get up and change to dry and then I cuddle back into bed and slip peacefully back into sleep. (No changing PJs or sheets) And when I wake up in the morning I don't have to worry about weather I will make it to the bathroom on time or not. I just get up , feed the dog (which she thinks should always be a priority over everything) and then go to the bathroom by which time, I'm soaked again, and take my shower. I'm free! I want to yell it from the mountain tops! But I guess coming here and telling people who are so accepting will have to do for now. My son has been my caregiver during my illness and I managed to hide it from him but I'm going to tell him today. I don't want everyone to know but with him living here with me for now, I don't want to hide it anymore. The next part I say with no judgement of anyone else. I've also ordered cloth because I find it ecologically more responsible. The are cute and with little baby patterns on them and I'm excited to get them!

Yay Gobphus! I'm sorry to hear you've had such a dry streak as of late. Any idea why? It seemed like last year you were definitely a wetter boy.

February 25, 2017: During the night I woke up

It's kind of a tricky thing. Since I stay in my diapers longer than most there is the possibility of some mixing. Not much but when I've out of the house most of the day (golfing, at the library or on the boat) it can become a problem but not much. I've had very

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Waking up wetting, staying relaxed, and just letting it happen without interference or judgement is a very deep emotional experience, akin to some spiritual and therapeutic practices of letting go. After waking up wetting in the wee hours of Saturday morning, I spent 12 hours the next day at a sort of meditative retreat. I was struck by the similarity between how I felt while wetting and the sort of state that the leaders were describing as the goal of the practice. Who knew that bedwetting could be so profound an experience?

January 7, 2017:

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Class droned on, and I had to pee again, so I just zoned out and wet myself.

Viewpoint 2 Angel - formally Angela - tried to re-find the confident energy she'd had yesterday. When she'd planned to escape from her forced baby lifestyle, and get back to things like non-embarrassing adult underwear, her job selling stocks, and getting to control her own credit card. It didn't sound so good now, when she thought of it like that, but she was sure it was better than this. Wasn't it? Yes - of course! She didn't have to use diapers in that life. She'd tried to convince herself not to surrender to this forced second childhood. To flare up some of her sense of maturity beyond just the indignant fuming beneath the surface. Amazon culture was so wrong about what littles were! Of course, their size and ability to enforce their views made them a reality in the end. Angela was going to find that adult part of herself again, she'd told herself. She'd been so sure of her escape plans. So sure that when she visited her playmate Peaches - she wasn't even sure if that was her real name - the other girl would be overwhelming keen to similarly join in. Yet somehow, her Mommy had picked today to remind her of what a baby she was. She'd awoken to a very messy diaper, after Mommy had insisted on the need for a suppository the night before. It had been bad enough having to get to sleep in it, but waking up and tossing and turning for a further two hours had only reminded her of how much she wasn't really an adult now. She'd seen littles like herself back when she'd been getting by as a sneaky but free adult. In strollers and sucking on pacifiers with startled looks on her faces. She'd never believed them of having any chance of getting back to regular adult life, so how could she believe it for herself? Thrashing in her crib for the morning hours in her messy diaper? Then Mommy had given her breakfast before changing her. There was no highchair or bottle for her this morning though - at least not straight away - instead Mommy had put her right on the nipple. Angela's mouth had been forced over the gross enormous nipple, while Mommy's squeezing cupping of her dirty diaper reminded her of how much of a baby she was. Angela couldn't even bite - a Little's teeth couldn't pierce a Giant's skin - instead she'd just had to suckle, like the baby which she was trying to convince herself that she wasn't. Then during her highchair feeding, she'd been made to recite her 'favourite' song from her morning kids cartoons show. It always involved a lot of bouncing and required forced giggling, and the state of her messy diaper on the hard highchair surface hadn't been reason to change today. Full with oats and prunes, she had played with her pink plastic princess doll in the bath. It had gone on for quite a while, as Mommy had cleaned every nook and cranny of her, head to toe. It was hard to feel like an adult after that. And then, as a final handicap, her adoptive 'Mommy' hadn't given her pants or a dress today. Instead she was just in a t-shirt and diaper, which would show everybody when she 'went to the bathroom'! She'd heard her Mommy saying something on the phone to Peaches' Mommy, and then they'd been off, nothing more to cover her diaper. She'd had to politely greet her host when they'd arrived on the porch, getting a smile and kiss from Peach's Mommy, as well as a pat on her exposed diapered backside and a comment about how she was such a good girl. Peaches, it turned out, had been wearing a similar outfit, making it even harder to perceive themselves as anything but two diaper-wearing babies as they sat there banging their rattles on the floor, while Peaches' Mommy sat looking on and knitting. Her hopes of feeling like an adult again today were feeling incredibly foolish. Instead she felt more like a baby than ever. Peaches rolled around a bit on her back and grabbed at her toes, making surrendered giggles and motions. Angel had refused to play with her at some point, and then had received the ultimate humiliation - a spanking from the supervising 'adult'. It was bad enough being spanked by her own Mommy, but a playmate's parent? While a guest in their home? It rather sealed the deal of her new permanent state as a baby for Angel. And the first thing she did for her quiet lay-down time-out to the side was stop holding back the galleon of pee which had been building up since that morning. The indignant adult part of herself retreated back down to a normal level for littles, as she was reminded of what a baby she was. It had only been a few hours since she'd spent an entire night in a soiled diaper, and now she was already wet again. She tried to begin getting comfortable, supposing that this was just what being a 'good baby girl' - a little in diapers - was like.

Hello all! Having just joined the community I felt it was probably a good idea to give you all a bit of background information about me. For quite a long time I have been fighting a more or less serious incontinence problem due to a chronic healt issue. After a plethora of medical tests and examinations, the bottom line I got was, more or less, "Hmm, you have a problem..." and a disability pension. Since I'm often bedridden for days at a time, I was of course unable to hide the truth for my immediate surroundings. Yet for years I only told about the incontinence problem when I really had no way around it. One reason for this is that I have a rather down-to-earth and easily verifiable, yet unrelated, secondary health issue. It prevents me from using most types of incontinence aids, except diapers and, in principle, indwelling catheters(!) At the time I didn't know many people in the local disability community, and to say I wasn't happy about the idea of having to wear diapers would be an understatement. Over time most of my close friends learned about my incontinence one way or the other, and, to my surprise, they pretty much all thought none of it. Most said I should just do what I needed to do when I needed to do it, and ignore any naysayers I might meet. That many of my friends have health issues of their own probably have something to do with this though. Old habits are hard to break though, and I still tend to just stay at home on the days, when I'm 'only' fighting my weak bladder. Lots of precious time have been wasted this way. This past December was not one of my best, and at New Years Eve I had had enough. So I made a New Years resolution that this year I will turn everything relating to incontinence upside down. I will try to learn living with the problem instead of fighting and hiding it. Part of this 'coping process' is to seek out 'the opposition' (Ie. you people!) and learn from your attitudes toward the issue. Maybe I can even do my own tiny part and in due time make diapers more socially acceptable. (Nah...?) At the very least I hope that if I cannot avoid them, then I might as well try to get a positive outlook on the ins and outs of wearing diapers. Everyone claims it helps talking about an unavoidable problem, yet I have found the discussion on many of the incontinence boards to be somewhat ... uptight. It is obviously OK to talk for weeks about selecting the new power chair or how to best use intermittent catheters, but diapers? At this point I should probably say that I believe I am in general a very open minded person. I have of course known about the AB/DL community for years, and I cannot say that I mind in the least. My only real issue with the AB/DL mindset is when some IMHO misguided individuals abuse companies and organisations, who would rather not have to deal with it. Something entirely different: Whenever you read something I wrote, then please keep in mind that English is not my language of birth, far from it in fact. An unpleasant side effect of this is that I tend to use language and expressions 'borrowed' from TV and similar sources, often not in the context for which they were meant. So if you ever feel offended or insulted by something I wrote, please consider giving me the benefit of the doubt and ask if I knew what I just wrote. Normally I do not deliberately do or say something, which I suspect would offend or insult others. The other side of the coin is that I believe it is virtually impossible to offend me, having been on the 'net for more than 15 years. My online virtual hide is made from a very tough chrome/vanadium alloy, so do your worst! At most you may get me to simply ignore you. Well, I better stop here before I bore you all to sleep. I will drop in from time to time and see if I can perhaps shake a world view or two once in a while. A belated happy new year to all. HPD.