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If bed wetting really becomes a problem wearing a diaper would most likely be the obvious solution, maybe something you do not want to hear. I do not know if you are a DL or an AB for your avatar says you are just curious. I think interrupting your sleep three times per night will most likely cause more harm in the end and do you no good at all. For instance, you might become so exhausted and fall asleep on the couch or any other circumstance where you

This made me giggle. Thank you to everyone for the kind comments, they really make me happy. Here you go! ========= Part 6I woke up earlier than usual the next morning to an unfamiliar sight. I was cradled in April's arms halfway under the covers, and she was asleep. I looked around as much as I could without moving, I liked looking at April's bedroom. I tried not to move too much because, well, I didn't want to wake a sleeping giant. April always woke up before me and it felt really nice to see her asleep. Her chest moved with a slow rhythm, I could hear her heartbeat easily. I sighed softly and let the pressure on my bladder go, flooding the diaper like I always seemed to need to when I woke up. I snuggled closer into April's arms and gave the giant girl a kiss on her nose. She had a bit of lipstick still on her lips, she must have cleaned up in a hurry before laying down.I tried to remember what happened the previous night, but it was hard to recall. I remembered fighting Lisa over being swaddled, losing, and then everything was a murky haze. I remembered a tiny bit of feeling good, like April came to my rescue, but I couldn't remember much about it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, just enjoying April's breathing, enjoying her warmth, the warmth of her breath, the smell of her hair.. this... this, I honestly didn't mind at all. If the rest of life here with the Amazons was this pleasant, I don't think I'd have any complaints at all.I felt April stir and I turned to face her as her giant green eyes opened slowly."Good morning," I said to her softly and kissed her on the nose again."Aww, sweetie. What a nice way to wake up," she smiled. Then her face darkened and she sat up, grabbing me by the torso and sitting me up, "Kimmy, are you okay? How do you feel?"I was startled by her sudden movement and I felt a little dizzy, "I'm okay - a little sleepy still I think. My diaper is wet.""How do you feel about your diapers?" she asked me."Um, I don't like them? I never have. I wish you had a toilet I could use. Hell, I'd even be happy to pee in one of those stupid potty chairs, anything would beat having to wear diapers," I said frankly."Oh good," she sighed, looking visibly relieved, "I was so scared that Lisa had accidentally damaged your little mind. She added a hypnotic trigger to you, you Littles are incredibly susceptible to hypnosis. You seem to be wired to accept almost any hypnotic trigger, I was afraid she overwrote some of your personality!""That's possible?" I asked, scared, "What did she do to me?""She said you were a nightmare because she let you stay up past your bedtime, yelling and throwing things, so she needed a way to get you to sleep - Kimmy, did you really do all that?"I looked down, suddenly ashamed at my behavior, "She put my dinner in a blender and made me drink from the bottle, and she took the chocolate away from me," I said defensively."Oh," she laughed, "you are a spoiled Little aren't you? It seems like each of you Littles is wired to melt down at a specific time, something about our minutes being longer than yours. Your time," she booped me on the nose, "is 7 PM. You probably don't even realize it's happening to you, but your emotions become incredibly disregulated at that time.""But it wasn't fair," I complained, refusing to cede that I was motivated by anything but the unfairness of the situation, "I like the way you feed me much better, and I like the sippy cup better than the bottle.""Littles," she said as she swept me up into her arms and hugged me close, "don't know what's good for them, my silly little girl. I can feed you that way because we're very careful and we've learned each others' patterns. I wouldn't let Lisa feed you that way even if she wanted to, you might choke. She did the right thing, you were in the wrong. You live in a dangerous world that wasn't built for someone as small and delicate as you, darling. The rules are there for your protection, believe it or not."Inwardly I thought, Just let me go home then, the words burned on my tongue, I wanted to say them so badly but April was so soft and cuddly, and happy.. it would just start a fight."Am I still hypnotized?" I asked cautiously."No sweetie, not hypnotized.. you have a trigger now. Any time someone swaddles you and rocks you, you will go to sleep no matter what, even if you just woke up. You won't be able to control it. Some Littles need triggers like that because they can't cope with how time flows differently here, so they just need a little help. You don't have that problem, and I don't like swaddling - so that trigger will probably never get used again."As I lay on my back in this giant's arms, I felt how deeply she really cared for me.. and I honestly cared for her too."I.. I love you," as soon as the L-word came from my lips, April lit up light a million candles.. but it didn't last, "April," I finished, using her name. She deflated a bit. She still looked happy, but not on top of the world like she was just a moment ago."So close," she smiled sadly. "I love you too, my little Kimmy. I love you more than you'll probably ever realize."She started carrying me out of her bedroom and toward the nursery. I couldn't help but press for some information."If you know I don't like the diapers, why do you make me wear them? Why can't we get a potty chair?""Well one, your bladder is tiny and erratic. We'd have to run to the potty chair at all manner of odd times, and it wouldn't help at all in public. The world just doesn't have reliable potty facilities for Littles. Two, most Littles don't keep control the longer they are here. Even if you could make it to the potty chair every time now, it might not be true in the future. Three, I like changing your diapers. I also think you are very, very cute in diapers. You wear diapers, and I have no plans to change that." She squeezed me tightly as she carried me into the nursery, "Now let's get you dressed and fed. We have things to do today."--I was left in the playpen while April got dressed. After that, she dressed me to go out, and I actually got a pair of shoes. She put me in a daytime diaper and a yellow sundress with white velcro shoes. My hair was put up in pigtails again and the pacifier clipped to the dress."Where are we going?" I asked as she carried me to her car."I have to work today, sweetie. They need a rhythm guitar player and I got the call.""Can I watch you play? I'll be good, I'll sit still and not move.""No, sweetie - it's against this studio's policy. There are a couple in town that allow Littles in, but this studio has a daycare attached to it, so you'll be staying there while I record. It should only be a few hours.""I don't want to go to a daycare, can I stay with Lisa instead?" I pleaded."No, Kimmy," April said as she pushed the pacifier between my lips, the signal that she was done arguing with me over this, "Lisa is at her job. You are going to the daycare and that's all there is to it. Now, I want you to be on your best behavior. Act like a good Little, I know you know how. You are extremely charming when you want to be. Don't try to prove that you're big, don't try to prove that you're an adult - it won't go well for you. Use small words and be happy and your day will be great. If you act up for the daycare like you did for Lisa, they will punish you. I'm trusting you not to end up in a bad spot, sweetie."I pouted a bit as she strapped me into the car seat and considered her words. Lisa actually liked me, these daycare people wouldn't even know me. It was going to be hard, but I had to try my best to be their idea of a "perfect Little". I resented it, but I was glad that April was looking out for me. I sucked the pacifier loudly as the car started and pulled out of the driveway, wishing I had a book to read or something to do during the drive.

I know, right? Part 5After April left, Lisa and I played. We actually had a lot of fun, we played hide and seek.. which was really surreal with an actual giant looking for you and chasing you. Every round ended up with me curled up in her arms, laughing from being tickled. It wasn't exactly fair, crinkling gave away my position several times. We listened to some music, she had pretty good taste. She taught me a couple of songs and we sang together. The tracks where I knew April was playing in the background felt special to me. She threw me on April's bed a few times, flying through the air was a lot of fun. It was a carefree afternoon, and it was probably the most fun I'd had since I got here.Lisa got physically worn out before I did, so she decided we should go back to watching movies.. so we rounded out the evening with an animated film. The only downside was that I had to nurse a bottle during the movie, she would pause it any time I stopped drinking."Well, little Kimmy," she said, setting the bottle on the end table and squeezing her arms around me as I sat in her lap, "that's the end of the movie and the end of the bottle. How about some dinner?"The blood drained from my face as I felt the worst possible sensation.. my bowels were cramping."Kimmy, are you okay?" Lisa sounded worried. She stood me up and turned me around on her lap, facing her. Before I could stop myself, I had done the unthinkable. This was not the first time this had happened to me since I arrived in this dimension, but it was still unspeakably awful. I started crying from sheer embarrassment. It wasn't fair, I barely had any warning, it was like that the first time too.. it was like that every time. Heavy sobs wracked my body as Lisa scrambled to figure out what was wrong.. when the smell hit her."Oh, you... I can't believe you waited for your mommy to leave to do that.. oh man," she carried me at arms length to the nursery and laid me down on the changing table. She popped the pacifier that hung from the shortalls in my mouth, but it didn't look like she had the heart to pump the shield to inflate the nipple and really silence me. I sucked on the nipple and shut my eyes tight as I tried to pretend that I wasn't there, that none of this was happening. That I hadn't just messed myself and I was about to be cleaned up by a giant woman and fastened into another diaper... but that's what was happening.I was finally calming down as Lisa finished taping the clean diaper on me and snapped my shortalls back together. She picked me up and held me tight, and said calmly, "Shhh, it's okay - it happens, everything is okay. You are taken care of."I had to suffer through those hiccupping sobs as she stroked my back, carrying me to the kitchen."I'm not mad at you, Kimmy," Lisa said softly as she lowered me into the high chair, "You didn't do it on purpose. You're a Little, you can't control when you go. It's not your fault."The words stung as she reminded me of my status in this world."Now let's see, what do we have for dinner.. oh, looks like leftover chicken. Where's the blender?"My mouth dropped open and the pacifier fell from my lips - she was going to blend my food and spoonfeed me?! Before I could stop myself, I heard my voice call out."No!" I heard myself say. Lisa whirled to look at me, I didn't have much choice but to double down, "April lets me-""Your mommy," Lisa corrected me, a slight edge to her voice."Lets me," I continued, not correcting myself, "eat bites of food, she feeds me bites with a fork.""I don't think so," Lisa said as she dumped a portion of chicken into the blender and filled a bottle with apple juice, "All the books say that Littles your size-""And I get to drink from a sippy cup at dinner not a bottle!" Oops. I had done it now. Lisa was mad."What the hell, Kimmy? We were getting along so well and all of a sudden you're throwing a tantrum," she looked up at the clock, "Ohhh... I see, I messed up."I looked up and saw it was 7:30... she was blaming all of my feelings on being tired, which felt incredibly unfair."Let's just have dinner quickly and go to bed," she said as she put the bottle on the tray and started warming up the blended chicken in the microwave. I did some deep breathing to try and calm down, but I was really upset and the fact that she was blaming it all on me being cranky and not taking any ownership of the fact that she was taking away things that I had earned bothered me immensely.Lisa sat down at the table in front of me and blew on a small bite of chicken. She held it to my face but I turned my head."Kimmy," she sighed, "Look, I'm sorry that I missed your bedtime. We were having too much fun. I've really enjoyed tonight. Eat this for me and you can still have some of the Littles' Chocolate."I grudgingly took the bite and realized how good I had it with April. It was a struggle to get through the bowl and the bottle. I felt incredible relief when it was all gone and Lisa went to get the chocolate from the fridge. Maybe the chocolate would make me feel better.. I remembered how good it was.It was better than I remembered. I sucked at the bottle happily, feeling the chocolate fill my mouth. It was better than any dessert I had ever had back home, better than the best cheesecake, better than the best anything. And Lisa took it away from me after just a few sucks."Lisa!" I wailed."Kimmy, this was for if you were good tonight. You were good until dinner, and then you were throwing tantrums - so you only get a little bit. You should be glad I gave you as much as I did.""That's not fair!" I yelled at her. I really, really wanted more of that chocolate. I reached for the bottle, but she put it back in the fridge."I think you're too wound up for a normal bedtime, we're going to try a thing I read about in the books," she walked out of the room. I shook the highchair tray impotently, trapped. I picked up the empty juice bottle and threw it. Lisa walked back in with a backpack and laid out a fluffy yellow blanket on the floor, and set down a set of Little-sized headphones... I didn't like the look of that."Lisa, I'm sorry - I'll go to bed nicely, I don't think-""Shh, the book says that Littles your size really like this, that you'll sleep better than you ever have before. They recommend doing this for all Littles your size and smaller."Lisa unbuttoned the shortalls and removed my shirt before releasing the tray, when she did she picked me up and pulled the shortalls off of me. She started to lay me down on the blanket but I fought hard to get up, pleading, "Please Lisa, don't do this. I'm sorry. I'll be good," but Lisa silently laid me down and held me there with one hand, naked on the blanket except for my diaper. She folded one side of the blanket over me, then the other, then folded the bottom up and rolled me over, and before I could do anything, I was completely trapped. I couldn't move an inch. The blanket was wrapped tightly and I couldn't move at all.I started to cry as she put the headphones over my ears."Shhh, everything's okay," she called softly to me, she really didn't think she was harming me at all... she thought she was helping. She picked my cocooned self up off the ground and held me in her arms, switching on the headphones. Soft noises started coming from the earpieces with whispering hidden underneath them. I fought as hard as I could, I had seen the hypnosis kits on the Littles Shopping Network, and I really, really wanted no part of this. Lisa just rocked me, my face turned inward toward her, my head resting on her arm as she rocked from side to side, carrying me into the living room.--I woke up as April peeled the blanket from me, I was beyond groggy but so happy to see her.. her mouth was moving but it took a while for the sound to register, she sounded upset. Did I do something wrong?I was laying in April's arms, looking out I saw Lisa, who was sitting on the couch. The clock behind her said 11.. she never put me to bed, she held me in her lap for hours."You can't just add hypnotic triggers to someone else's Little, Lisa. It's not right," April held me close and I hugged her arm, "I won't tell you what you can and can't do with your own Little, but I don't want Kimmy's mind tampered with. She's very smart for a Little.""I'm so sorry, April - I... I was just following the book, I thought I was helping. I thought you'd like to be able to just swaddle her up and have her go to sleep every time without fighting... she is really, really hard to deal with if you miss her bedtime.""Your heart was in the right place but please, ask before you do anything like that again, I want to be able to trust you with my Kimmy, you're my best friend! I don't agree with all the books, Kimmy has already proven to me that they're not always right.""I am so, so sorry," Lisa sniffled and I felt bad for her, "I would never do anything to hurt Kimmy, you're right - there's something special about the love you can give to a Little."April softened a bit at that and said, "I forgive you, you didn't know. I can show you some different books you might find interesting, some ideas that are a little more modern..."Lisa stood, she kissed me on the head, and headed for the door, "I think I'd like that. I.. I really enjoyed tonight. I had a really nice time with Kimmy. You're right, she's something special."After the door was closed, I felt April carrying me back to the nursery.. I felt.. well, drugged, honestly. I had trouble holding my head up and my limbs felt like they each weighed a ton. In my daze, I felt April change me and zip me up into a footed sleeper, and carry me out of the nursery.

I have had the diaper itch as well and I think its just from wearing a wet diaper too long?

The initial idea for this story came into my head while reading BabySofia's Exchanged, Chapter 2, specifically the scene in the store and the discussion about Little ages being related to size.

Why do I feel like daycare will have a few incidents in it...or maybe that is wishful thinking. I am glad she wasn't harmed but the daycare folks might swaddle her or will that be nixed by April. It is interesting the borderline rebellion and acceptance Kimmy goes through while in the dimension, almost like she can't decide if life is better or not. April is also very tolerant of her asking questions. I look forward to more !!

You know you are old when you stop throwing stones and start passing them!

There is always the possibility of reverse causality. Your friend may know or suspect that you are a DL and be trying to tempt you into confirming this.

I usually wake up in a soaked diaper and my wife just comments on hiw wet it is. Some mornings I wake up in a wet and messy diaper, so much in fact it is hard to roll over. My wife just pats my butt and says how full it is, then tells me to go clean up.

Ok a little review. I purchased 2 pairs, one with the Tykables trade mark print, and one plain. About the print. As I expected you roll your pants up to reveal the inside print for going out, a munchie, and generally enjoying that voyeuristic side. I picked the lightest print they offer, and it really does not jump out. Its very subtle. I will pick a brighter print next time. Going out with family, work, ect, just roll them up the opposite way and bingo, normal looking jeans. This obviously means they are long. First so you can make that choice to show the AB side or to go neutral. And second, how could they possibly make every length and every size for the community. In consideration of this they do tend to stay rolled up better then normal jeans due to the heavy duty snaps. However I ordered Adult diaper pins that can be worn on the side when pattern is showing or easily covered up on the inside using the snaps for no pattern showing. In the future I will buy another pair or two and go with a pattern each time, since it can be concealed and adds diversity. Comfort is outstanding. They are loose where they need to be, have an have elastic waster band. No more popping your jeans over your padded butt. Just pull them out and up. With Tykables diapers they are a perfect match, but work well with super thick ones Like Rear Princess as well. The snaps are a lot of fun .What can you do with them? How about be changed by a Mommy or Daddy, Having diaper sex, changing with out removing your pants, hiking with the ability to drop the legs and re-button quickly, partially un-snap for ventilation, partially un-snap for voyeuristic endeavors, use with a onsie or with out, cover up less or more. The Jeans are so dynamic, there is no end to the ideas we can come up with. They will come undone if you squat down or do a lot of exercise. Usually just one pops off, no big deal. However, if you unbutton a couple for ventilation others will pop just sitting down. Simply walking is never an issue. Order on the large side to help with this.( I do have fat legs FYI) Construction and styling. VERY heavy denim with serious metal snaps! Thread work, button covers, everything is of exceptional quality. at 75.00-85.00 you are getting a serious set of jeans, pricing is fair for such elaborate construction and small volume. My wife hates AB stuff, but commented on how it looks like they velcro down the sides.( of course its snaps) but she was looking closely. AND she commented on how nice they looked anyways. To a woman, they look like 100.00+ designed jeans. Cool. Overall this is simply an amazing new development in the AB/ DL world with our own specifically style and engineered pants. I just hope they do short for the summer! Maybe unique shirts and onsies you can where on a daily basis. Sure, the jeans are practical and comfortable, but its also about proudly showing off your AB side in non-offending ways that other AB/ DLs will recognize. We have talked for years about designs that would stand out to other AB/DLs, and here it is.

Soft, absolutely. The mess may be terrible, but have you ever tried to push a hard log into a diaper? You are literally fighting the resistance of your diaper to poop in your diaper and you can hurt yourself straining against it. I would much prefer something soft, a pudding-like consistency, that just fills and shapes to the inside of your diaper and bottom. Best poop in the world coming out and filling up

The hawk, never once losing sight of its prey, dive-bombed towards the falling little mouse. Fievel felt his fall suddenly stop, this time the hawk catching his shirt again and beginning to carry him back to its nest. Fievel’s bowels moved once again as he continued to fill his diaper, which by this point was very, very heavy. Fievel then saw another ledge and another opportunity for escape. He squirmed, eventually wriggling his way out of his shirt and using it to swing over to the ledge. He made it, but immediately lost his footing, sliding and tumbling down the mountainside and eventually landing on the desert floor again. Fievel wiped his eyes, panting and still sobbing. His diaper was so wet and full, it squished against his butt whenever he took a step. He pooped again when he heard the hawk, thus adding to the several layers of waste his pants now held, and began to run again. He felt the hawk’s talons brush against his diaper as he ran, this time without any idea where he could go. He squeaked fearfully as he heard the echoing shriek of the hawk right behind him, as it snagged the lower portion of fabric on little Fievel’s diaper. He felt the poop beginning to leak out of the top of his diaper, a few blotches of the waste spilling out and splattering to the ground. When the diaper tore, Fievel was once again struck with fear as he found himself falling towards another hole! He landed, bruised and battered, his diaper’s contents spilling out as the filthy underwear now clung to his body from the sticky poop. He froze, hearing something in front of him. A menacing…rattling sound…like a hundred baby rattles… It was then that the poor little mouse was faced with a gigantic Rattlesnake! He screamed, pooping and peeing in his pants simultaneously as the snake lunged, its mouth wide open and ready to swallow little Fievel whole. Fievel scrambled from the hole, only to be ambushed by the hawk. This time, its talon gripped the frontal padding of his diaper, which leaked when it was squeezed due to the lake’s worth of pee that had pumped into it from the little mouse’s bladder. Once again, the hawk carried the squirming, sobbing little mouse to its nest, dropping him on his diaper, which amazingly was still in one piece. Fievel crawled back against the side of the nest, as the hawk bent forward, its beak gripping his diaper. Fievel kicked and screamed. “Go away!!! Mama!!” The little mouse kicked, reaching into his diaper and throwing a small wad of poop into the hawk’s face. The hawk sputtered and squawked, its wings wiping the excrement from its face as a small portion of it was swept into its mouth. It was made apparent at that moment, that hawks do not enjoy the taste of poop. The hawk flew upward, the strong gust of wind from its wings blowing poor little Fievel over the edge. As Fievel fell, he saw a cluster of bright lights below him, and knew he was either in for even more danger, or possibly salvation. I realize theres a great deal of poop in this story, so for those of you who dislike it, I apologize.