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Trying out the new TotalDry Overnight briefs from Bambino (https://bambinodiapers.com/totaldry-overnight-briefs) The fit is nice. Form-fitting, and not too bulky. Two big tapes on each side, and Bambino's usual tape landing strip for refastenablity. Extra tall leak guards to allow time for absorption of big leaks. Will night-test the second one tonight, but my daytime test has gone great so far. Wore one out, without a diaper cover, and it stayed in place without sagging or bunching up, and kept me dry while running errands and having lunch. To be clear: This is not a 16 hour flood diaper like my beloved Bellissimos, but at about a buck a brief with above average absorbency this could be a great option for day-use, bedwetting, or normal incontinence at night. Night-time test went very well! Kept me dry for 9 hours on a medication-assisted night where I would not have gotten up for anything. Seemed like it could take a little more; but since it wasn't an extended-wear brief I went ahead and changed. A very good diaper!

A Permament Commitment to Diapers By: Daphne, DDD Doctor of Diaper Discipline Bob squirmed, writhed and struggled against his restraints as Amy and Dr. Daphne carried him to the not-soinviting hospital bed arranged just for him. The mattress and pillow were encased in smooth white rubber and numerous white nylon restraint straps were draped across the sheet in a ready position. The girls kept a firm grip on his straitjacket sleeves and crotch-straps as they half-dragged, half-carried him, and then lifted their very uncooperative patient into position to hoist him onto the bed. The short new strap connecting his ankle cuffs and the wet bulk of the thick diapers thru his crotch made kicking ineffective. Bob's only defense was to go limp so that he was more difficult to lift but the girls let him slump into a sitting position with his diapered and rubber-pantied bottom on the floor and his strait-jacketed torso propped against the bed. As the two women maneuvred for position, Sob's eyes leveled onto the shelves of the treatment cart parked next to the bed. There were a variety of medications and preparation items there; from diuretics to bulk laxatives, and feeding solutions and tranquilizers. Then he saw the same force-feeding bag and tubing that he had seen Amy use on a young woman just minutes ago. He wouldn't let her use it on him! He grunted and whined thru his gag in an attempt to command a real stop to these indignities. At the whimpering, the doctor remarked, "It doesn't look like our pat ient approves of the course of treatment we have prepared. But I'm sure he can be persuaded to cooperate." And, holding him firmly at the nape of the neck, she pushed him forward until his jacketed upper body was folded over, & then she leaned a knee heavily into his back to trap him there. Bob's now front-folded arms and the bulk of his diaper on his tummy squeezed the air right out of him. He wheezed into his thick, rubber-nippled gag, gulping for breath as the fight oozed out of him under the increasing pressure of the woman's weight. The doctor pulled a rubber restraint helmet over Bob's head; zipped it snug from the top of the head to the back of the neck and pulled in the strap that anchored the collar firmly in place. In the process, she had unfastened the strap to Bob's gag, but quickly rebuckled it outside the rubber helmet. The helmet was designed to quiet violent patients obviously. It was heavily padded over the eyes and ears and provided a solid armor for the gag. He was deaf, dumb, blind and disoriented. The two women now simply attached a strap to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled firmly, leading him to his knees, then his feet and meekly over to the bed again. He had no choice but to follow where his head led him. Any disobedience resulted in a sharp yank of the helmet and immediate compliance. He was urged to position his padded and sealed posterior right in the middle of the rubbersheet bed. Then, with practiced efficiency 8 precision the two securely strapped him to the bed. First, his ankle cuff items were attached to the strap at the foot of the bed to hold his ankles spread to make later access to his incontinent pants easy. Then, he was pulled back by the helmet strap until his head was anchored on the soft rubber cushioned pillow. A waist strap and chest strap completed the operation. All he could do now was to squirm and bit against these most eff- ective hospital restraints. There was no defense for whatever punishment was to come. Daphne stood back and imitated a motion of dusting her hands off while exclaiming,-Amy, he's your patient from here on. I see the medications I ordered are on the cart and ready to go. There are some notes on administering my latest bladder and bowel incontinence therapy. I've increased the dosages especially for Bob's treatment. I'll check on his progress once a day. I'm sure he's never had such personalized care from such a capable nurse. You better get started; it will take you at least an hour to get your boy properly prepared for the night." With that she left the private room and pulled the door closed behind her leaving Amy to care for her now-helpless charge. She wasted no time in starting her boyfriend's treatment. She was going to have complete control of his bodily functions. Dr. Daphne's notes called for a forced feeding of Metrimucal bulk with a doze of feminine stool softener and a strong laxative to be mixed in a half quart of juice. She then the mixed the stuff together and poured it into a forcefeed cylinder with a plunger on one end and a tube on the other. She simply attached the .:._ tube to her unseeing, unhearing, and unknowing patient's gag and started to inject the mass slowly into his mouth. Bob now felt the rubber nipple in his mouth start to swell and suddenly a sweet-tasting paste erupted from the tip of the probe in his mouth. He instinctively swallowed, which collapsed the nipple forcing more of the gooey mass into his mouth. He swallowed again. Amy kept pumping and in near panic, he was swallowing again and again until at length he'd been fed the whole thing. Thank goodness that was over, he thought, as the tube was removed from his mouth. Her patient's bowels would enjoy that laxative-laced load sometime the next morning. Amy thought, as she turned her attention to the next step in his preparation. Now to just change his wet pants and put him in a diaper that would last the whole night. Amy deftly slipped a puddle pad of flannel covered rubber under her patient's padded posterior, stripped down his well-soaked rubber panties & unpinned his diapers. She plopped the soggy mass into a diaper pail on the bottom shelf of the cart. Working so quickly, she sponge-bathed his loins & then applied a coating of shaving creme to him. With practiced detachment, she shaved Bob's tummy, crotch, and man hood clean as a whistle. Bob's hips squirmed and strained against the restrains as the humiliating procedure was perpetrated. His only consolation was the stimulating massage his nurse gave him as she gently worked a coating of diaper rash ointment over every curve of his hips and loins and deep into every crease of his buttocks and crotch. This was followed by a cupped hand fonling- of his buttocks and crotch and tool until it swelled to attention. Just as he started to instinctively thrust his hips toward gratification the greasy massage stopped abruptly his member was firmly pinched between forefinger and thumb quickly suppressing the pleasure response. Fresh diapers were slipped under his bottom and his member was tucked well down as the heavy padding was pulled tightly up between his outstrapped thighs and spread over his tummy. The diapers were trip- le thick and included an extra soaker pad down the middle from front to rear. The bulk between his thighs was enormous. Amy pinned the padding as snug as she could, compressing his tummy and groin as if he were wearing a girdle. Then she rolled up the rubber panties again, with some difficulty, as they had to stretch a bit over their substantially increased bulk. The straight jacket crotch straps were recinched the package was complete. Bob looked like his diaper-filled rubber pants had been inflated. There was no doubt he could wet many times before he would be in danger of leaking and no question that he would get no opportunity to change his pants until morning, no matter how uncomfortable. Amy admired her handiwork for a moment, then read the doctor's notes for the next instructions. With the earlier load of bowel-stimulating bulk well into his system and the night diapering complete, it was time to administer the bladder-stimulating fluids. With practiced efficiency the nurse poured a quart of fruit juice into the force-feeding bag and she added doses of diuretic and a sleeping medication to spice up the fluid. It was a simple matter to attach the tube to Bob's feeding gag and start a gentle flow. She watched her patient start to swallow as his mouth helplessly filled. She stopped the flow several times to let his stomach adjust, but she eventually forced every drop into her squirming victim before removing the tubing. Bob's senses were spinning as the sleeping medication took effect. HIs girl had now trapped him in a living nightmare, as he had been tricked into committing himself as a patient in an asylum. He had even signed a paper authorizing this bizarre course•of things. All hecould do was lie helplessly restrained, silenced, and humiliatingly diapered and rubber-pantied as his girlfriend, Amy, the inventive nurse that she was administered fluids and bulk that he just knew were destined to erupt in his diapers. As he drifted in to a deep sleep he felt Amy carefully checking restraints and diapers and rubber pants, making sure that everything would hold for the night. The next thing Bob realized was that he was shaken awake and juice immediately began to flow thru his feeding gag. He was still helmeted and in restraints and could do nothing but su bmit to the treatments admistered. His enormous bundle of night diapers was now thoroughly soaked; bottom crotch, and tummy. He must have wet uncontrollably numerous times in his sleep. He had never done thtit before and the thought of loss of control ran a shiver through him. With the helmet still in place all he could tell was that a nurse, maybe Amy, was pulling down his rubber pants and taking off his sodden diapers. He was quickly rediapered & then sealed up in fresh rubber panties. Then a force-feeding was performed, first a puree of a mix that tasted good. This must be breakfast, but with the helmet on he couldn't be sure. After a brief rest a second feeding ofthe slippery Metrimucal bulk was forced thru the gag. The dosage was huge. When, at length, it was over, his stomach felt terribly bloated & to make matters worse a slow drip of medicated juice was turned on as a chaser and it just seemed to make his new feeding continue to swell in his tummy so Bob squirmed in discomfort and moaned thru his gag to try to signal for some relief, no matter how slight. HIs pleas seemed to be answered as the nurse proceeded to adjust him to a more comfortable position. She spread his ankle cuffs pulling his legs in a new much wider position and then she loosened his upper body restraints enough to twist him on his side. His arms were loosened and then re-secured by crossing them high over his chest with his hands draped over his opposite shoulders and the straps crisscrossed over his back, pulled around & under his arms and strapped in front again. Not a bad arrangement, if you do have to waear a straitjacket. Then things took a sudden turn for the worse for the nurse began to roughly tighten the jacket down the back from midway . down to the waist. PUlling firmly on the straps, she compressed his tummy as severely as if she had corseted him. His overstuffed insides were pressed down toward his lower torso so much his lower abdomen developed a pronounced corset bulge inside his snug diapers and this caused a new and uncomfortable pressure on his bowels. That would not subside. He was now strapped back onto the bed, as before, then the whole bed started to hum and vibrate. The nurse manipulated the controls until Bob's knees were bent and raised slightly and then raised his upper body to an almost vertical sitting position. Normally, that would have been fine, but his restraints were cleverly adjusted to make him unusually uncomfortable in a very diabolical way. His compressed abdomen put real pressure on his bowels and his uprite sitting stance focused all the pressure down on his anus. His slightly raised and widespread legs forced his buttocks into a relaxed position. And worse yet, the chest and strap for the waist held the weight of his body up so his diapered and rubber-pantied bottom was suspended several inches above the rubbersheet mattress. His positioning was just as effective as if he had been put on a bed pan for his morning consitution. Bob knew that could mean only one thing; this was one of Amy's tricks. She was going to try to make him soil his own diaper. The idea was repulsive to him. Wetting his pants was not an unpleasant sensation. But, he had no intention of finding out what it was like to have a bowel movement load his diaper and incontinent pants. He repeated to himself over and over "I won't mess my diapers, I won't." Bob's resistance didn't seem to work; it just focussed his attention on the building pressure in his colon. He usually did his movement every morning so he already had a normal load in his rectum. The Metrimucal bulk feeding the night before had already packed his bowels with an additional double load and made extra slippery by a feminine stool softener. The stimulation of his huge breakfast and the strong laxative administered the night before had started his tummy growling and churning with ever increasing contractions. The tight strapping and upright position of his torso focussed the building pressure down on his distended rectum and his straining anus. A wave of strong contractions gripped him with cramps. He desperately now squeezed his buttocks trying to hold back. BEads of sweat formed inside his rubber helmet and he gasped a grunted into his gag as he fought back trying to avoid the most humiliating of accidents. The contractions continued without respite. He could hardly catch his breath as they came harder faster. HIs clenched buttocks quickly tired and his bottom cheeks relaxed and spread defenselessly. His suspt ended bottom sagged gently into the hungrily awaiting absorbent cloth diapers and water proof rubber panties encasing his shuddering loins. Bob repeated to himself in hopeless despair as another contraction gripped him, "I wont.. uggh... do a movement. I ...mm mmm. do a ammm... ugghh." His bowels exploaded and his anus offered no resistance as a warm soft smooth mass erupted from his rectum. The movement quickly filled the seat of his diapers and noticeably stretched his rubber panties over the rapidly expanding bulge, with grunting and a gasping, Cob continued his enervating contractions until the massive movement had literally packed his diapered seat and crotch full with a huge 1etrimucal load and his distended bladder had collapsed soaking and warming his tummy with a hot yellow stream. Bob was devastated and totally humil7"-- by this helpless loss of control of his most private bodily functions. All he could do was remain helmeted and restrained with the degrading evidence of his helpless situation contained in his soaked soiled and fully displayed diapers and rubber pants. Suddenly, he felt his ankle cuffs being released. Than goodness, he was going to get his pants changed. But wait, oh no His ankles and legs were pulled together strapped as close as possible, squeez,;- ing together the crotch of his most unpleasant pants. Then the nurse fumbled with the chest and then the waist straps loosening each about six inches. "Oh, my gosh: No, no no She is going to make my sit in my soiled pants, no no." he whined into his gag as his bottom settled firmly into the warm mass in the seat of his pants. It was awful, humiliation overwhelmed his senses as all he could do now was experi• ence sitting in his own fluids complete in hisown thick adult diapers and totally sealed in the awful rubber incontinent pants. As Bob sat helpless in his soiled and soaked pants all he could do was wish for a diaper change soon, from anyone who would help. Help was some time in coming. So finally a nurse and a nurse aide released him from his bed restraints & led him into the tub and shower room. Humiliation flared aaain as he had to waddle along with the disgusting and uncomfortable mass in his sagging diapers and rubber pants. His helmet strap was attached high to a shower head to hold him still as his rubber pants were peeled down and his diaper unpinned, and the mass dropped to the shower stall floor. A hand held a shower nozzle and washed him off from the waist down. Then one of the nurses dried him off and led him away by the helmet strap. He was diapered and rubber pantied again. Thickly padded leather booties were pulled up his legs and buckled high on his thighs. He experienced short-lived relief as his strait jacket was removed. It was so quickly replaced by a high-collared, heavily padded jacket with over stuffed sleeves and thumbless mittens. The nurses easily izipped the jacket snug up the back and secured the zipper tab with a small padlock attached to the back of the collar. Suddenly the zipper on his rubber helmet was pulled up and the gag strap was released. Bob's eyes blinked from the light as the helmet was peeled off his head. Amy kissed him on the cheek and said "It looks like you got the royal treatment this morning. If it will help you do your movements in the diaper, I'll ask the girls to repeat the routine every day." Bob started to sputter a protest, but Amy took a firm grasp of his lower jaw and forced a large rubber feeding nipple into his mouth. The nipple depressed his tongue and pushed well back into his mouth. A form-fitting rubber shield sealed over his mouth and chin as she held it firmly against his face. Amy immediately started squeezing the trigger on the quart sized feeding bottle and with quite a bit of gasping and of gulping, Bob swallowed all of the fluid to his nurse's satisfaction. As the mouth-filling nipple was withdrawn, Amy expalined, "That should keep your bladder busy and encourage you to use your diapers more frequently. You see, the doctor and I are going to keep you on a good high-fluid, high bulk diet during your course of treatment. As a result, you'll be emptying your bladder and moving your bowels quite frequently. But don't be alarmed. You will be allowed to use your daipers & rubber pants around the clock, night & day for all your eliminations. That depilatory cream you used on me -- it's only fitting that you receive my special attentions in return. You know how I adore patients in incontinent pants and you look so cute and helpless in them. So, it's a strict diaper and rubber panty routine for you Bob darling! Of course, I don't expect you to be totally thrilled with that, but I'll just have to insist on cooperation. So here at the asylum there will be no problem keeping you prperly restrained as you are now. Of course, the padded cells like this one are totally sound proof so you won't disturb the other residents. And then, since you are my very private patient there may be special rewards for cooperation." With that remark, Amy hugged her stunned boyfriend and suggestively she pressed herlush leotard-encased body against his as she smothered his lips with a long penetrating kiss. Then she abruptly turned off her affection and quickly left the padded cell, locking the door behind her. Bob was left alone, his senses reeeling with the bittersweet taste of the passions inflamed in him by his Amy and the discomfort of his diapers and restraints. AS days, and then weeks, passed, Amy treated Bob to the many experiences the special asylum had to offer its most special patients. There were energy draining sessions in the whirlpool tubs. There were exhilerating showers with rapidly alternating warm and cold streams. He got plenty of exercise on bicycle and rowing machines. He spent lots of time strapped in his wheelchair in the day room. He even enjoyed several sessions in a wet pack but most importantly, he was always thickly diapered and rubber-pantied & restrained so that tampering with his incontinent pants was impossible. And as soon as Amy's firm words were announced, he used his diapers for all of his eliminations. He was working on wetting every hour or two and doing a movement twice a day. He really could not resist the urges to void whenever they came. AFter all what good would it do, he was never without diapers, anyway; Amy and the nursing staff saw to that Besides, the discomfort of holding back always reached the point where the relief of letting go was its own reward. He was beginning to lose control of his bladder from the high fluid intake. By now he was always wetting at night in his sleep. And by day he had no problem streaming into his diapers at the slightest urge & without the least inhibition. The sensations of wetting his pants was not unpleasant anymore. Soiling his pants was another matter, however; he really dislikdd the sensation. Un fortuneately for him his Metrimucal feedings forced him to answer nature's call. He felt packed almost constantly. Worst, he found he was beginning to lose all his bowel control-This did make his tummy feel better. With Bob's daily routine under total control, Amy pressed her advantage. She was going to convince Bob to become her permanent patient and to agree to marry her. With his wealthy estate, they obviously could live so comfortably and she could make the correct arrangments to continue his special care at home. She applied a rather persuasive technique to help Bob to make up his mind. At every opportunity she applied vigorous stimulation to his manhood, especially by massaging the crotch of his diapers and rubber pants and her favorite routine was to restrain him with his arms crossed behind his back to help him thrust his hips forward. She usually added a helment and gag, as well to eliminate any protests and to let her patient concentrate on his sensations without any distractions. Uith practiced skill it was an easy matter to knead and stroke Bob's manhood to stiff attention. She then would pump and squeeze for a prolonged session. Thru soaked diapers, her ministrations were even more effective; often driving him to thrust & twist his hips involuntarily as he reached peak after peak. But, she did maintain control and rarely permitted climax, unless it was a reward for his good behaviour; like soiling without resistence, or agreeing to her now escalating demands for a permanent commitment. By now a full month had passed since Bob had been tricked into committing himself to the asylum and the bizarre course of treatment at Amy's hands. He was bending to her strong will. HIs submission was becoming more complete with each unrelieved stimulation of his manhood and every humiliating rise of his diapers and pants. Amy had him prepared to submit to her final demand, marriage. The next morning Bob was force-fed his usual breakfast of bulk and a fluid by one of the attending nurses on his case. He easily felt bloated and full as he did after every break fast. He knew it wouldn't be long until he would have a building urge for an elimination. The nurse released him from the wheel chair where he had been strapped for feeding and led him towward his padded cell where he was usually kept until he completed his morning eliminations. But this morning, the routine was different. A second nurse joined the first and together they stripped him and redressed him in a less than comfortable outfit. One new restraint jacket was put on first. Once it was on, both of his wrists were pulled up in back and shaped into a double hammerlock. Another feeding gag with a much larger mouth-filling nipple plug was rocked between his teeth and forced into his mouth. The device was held in place with a molded rubber guard over his lower face and a stiff rubber collar. His lower legs and feet were zipped in restraint booties with pointed toes & they certainly weren't for walking. Finally, hes now wet diapers were changed but this turned out for the worse too. His bottom was positioned on thickweight diapers and he was strapped down to the treatment table. The new rings at the tips of his booties were attached to spparate traction ropes his legs were hauled up in a V above his waist until his bottom was suspenpended about six inches above the diapers. One of the nurses held a three inch thick cloth soaker pad that had two strategically located holes, front and back. In the front hole she positioned rubber coated foam rubber sleeve with a soft pliable hole through the middle and held it in place with two tabs. These snapped to the soaker. & In the back she attached a more alarming device. It was an inflatable rubber plug with a good one inch diameter shaft and a balloon that expanded to three inches in diameter when she tested it. The rubber-glaved nurse took just a minute to lubricate Bob & the rubber accessories with a liberal coating of KY jelly. Bob squirmed & twisted R. jerked against his restraint system as the plug was pressed firmly into place, the soaker pulled up thru his legs and his manhood poked thru a sleeve until the tip peeked out the other side of the clutching donut hole. A squeeze bulb was easily and temporarily attached to inflate the plug balloon. Bob gasped into his gag with each rectum filling pump as the balloon was inflated to its maximum dimensions. The soaker pad and diabolical rubber attachments in place, the 2 nurses lowered his legs, pinned on superthick diapers and swallowed the whole bundle in extra heavy, thick waist and thigh-banded, asylum style brown rubber sanitary pants. The new changing complete, the patient was pulled to his feet and hustled into the adjoining padded cell where he was strapped to a special pedestal with a padded seat. As his heavily diapered bottom was pressed down on the seat the horrible inflated plug was driven deeper into his rectum. Instinctively he fought with his legs to raise himself off the seat and relieve the new pressure. With the neck and waist straps in place the two nurses got Bob bottom-centered and then pulled his bootied feet up under the seat with 2 feathers. His weight was now fully on the cushion, thus compressing his diapered seat and holding the plug deeply in place. AS quickly as they had assaulted him, the two nurses departed, leaving their patient in the padded cell to silently experience the distractions of the bizarre rubber plug and the natural experience now commanding the full attention of his senses. After some time, Amy appeared. She dragged her patient Bob, pressing his face against her lush breasts that pressed from her nurse's uniform and cooed, "How's my darling doing? Oh, the way you are squirming on your seat you must be enjoying yourself. Bob was squirming, all right, but he wasn't enjoying his predicament at all and Amy knew it. She tormented her victim by describing for him how he must be feeling:" Those diapers and rubber pants sure are something quite special, aren't they? They are thick enough to soak up a whole day's fluid and the heavy underpants are the best we have for extended sessions. We've never had them leak, yet. Doesn't that sound cozy? Bob muttered through his gag and squirmed on the pedestal again. Bending down, Amy cupped her hand on the rubber covered bulge in the front of his diapers and began administering her special, arousing massage. "There we go. That's right. Just push forward and I'll help you firm things up. Isn't it wonderful how the slippery rubber sleeve keeps your shaft at attention? But, it isn't snug enough or long enough to let you spoil the fun with a premature climax. And with your little swollen head sticking out you can even wet your diapers. Oh, be a big boy and stop groaning and moaning! I know it's hard to wet when your manhood is at attention. When your bladder is swollen to it's fullest the discomfort will deflate your penis just enough to allow a half of a stream to flow. And, as soon as you have finished flooding, you are sure to start squirming again. You now do know how hard it is to sit still in soggy clothing. With any luck at all your soft little rubber sleeve will have you worked back up to attention before you can possibly get comfortable and sit still.There, that should be enough massaging for now. You look like you could use a dose of fluids to help cool you off." With that she withdrew her hand fromhis swollen rubber encased crotch and turned to the treatment cart she had brought to the cell with her. With clinical detachment, she now produced a large graduated elastic feeding bag and urgently hung it on a hook above Bob's head. She filled it with a quart of fluid and added a dose of liquid diuretic to spice up the mix and, restrained as he was, Bob could not avoid her as she attached the thin feeding tube to the front of his gag. Amy adjusted the flow and Bob started swallowing as fast as he could. The huge rubber nipple filling his mouth had pin holes all over it, and it was leaking everywhere. But not a drop dribbled out of his mouth because the molded rubber faced covering sealed his lips very effectively. Bob just kept swallowing as he listened to Amy continue her unnerving description of his condition. "I forgot to ask you how you like the inflatable rubber plug. But I see you already know how to sit firmly on it to get the maximum benefit. We use that plug to keep incontinent patients from haccidentally eliminating. You're always soiling your diapers so I felt you would enjoy wearing it for a new change today. Of course by now your insides must be stuffed with matter. During the rest of the day your breakfast feeding certainly pack the rest of your system too. I'm sure that the churning insides will become more uncomfortable than they are now. But don't worry, you won't go. You won't be able to evacuate at all with that plug in you. Enjoy!" The sweet nurse patted his diapered and rubber-covered rear and she planted a wet kiss on his cheek. With that she turned and minced to the door leaving Bob to his unbelievable predica meet. There was never a dull moment for him, sitting on the punishment pedestal. Repeatedly his bladder filled to a painful level until he flooded the diaper cloth. His innards ached with their heavy packing and his bottom clutched.at the awful rubber plug. He could never stop squirming for long because the soft slippery rubber sleeve kept working his manhood to unbelievable and unrelieved peaks again and again. The super thick diapers sponged up all the fluid and the horrible rubber casing sealed in everything. So, strapped on his pedestal seat all the patient could do was stew in his own juices, literally. As the day wore on, Bob grew more and more desperate. He would do anything for relief, anything! If Amy would only release him, he would promise to do anything she asked. The devilish designing nurse had known her boy very well. Peeking into the padded cell she could see Bob had gone beyond his limit. The torment in his mind, the pressure on his innards and the uncomfortable moisture had driven him beyond clear thinking to desperation. NOw was the time. She stepped into the cell to complete the plan she had started when she had tricked him into committing him self to the asylum. It was an easy matter to get Bob to sign a complete set of documents. The marriage license and certificate were easy. After all he had pursued her to start the relationship. The conservatorship of his huge estate only got signed affter she had sweetly suggested his one alternative was to remain in the asylum for further treatment. Finally, he signed several conditional commitment papers calling for immediate re-entry to the asylum if he failed to demonstrate a proper mental competence by wearing diapers and rubber pants. He was to do this 24 hours a day to keep himself sanitary in his obvious state of total incontinence. There was no problem getting her assisting doctor to witness the documents and get them notarized. Bobs' fate was sealed romantically, financially and medically as sure as he sat on the hideous pedestal. It took two hours for the first two nurses to get the now pathetically defeated patient cleaned up not to mention out. They prepared him for a release and the trip home with Amy. And did they prepare him well! Dr. Daphne had provided the outfit especially for the occasion. In fact she personally presented Bob to Amy in the private back lobby. There he stood encased in a striking creation of leather and rubber, from head to toe. HIs legs were laced into rubber boots, & his torse was compressed into a sleek corset. His arms were folded in half and laced into sheaths attached to the corset. His entire head was encased in a tight farm-fitting helmet that had a cutout for his eyes and nose but completely covered his mouth. But Amy noticed little of this. She stood transfixed and delighted staring at the most bizarre diapers and rubber pants she had ever seen in her nursing days. Bob's loins were padded with diapers but they were fitted and contoured complete with a neat crease between pear-shaped bottom buttocks and a massive rod of manhood standing at attention. The rubber pants were made of thick natural-colored rubber that was molded to the same bizarre shape as the padding. Dr. Daphne thrust Bob into Amy's waiting arms with the comment, "It's every bride's dream to own a display of manhood like that. He's all yours, and he loves every minute of it!" Amy patted his rubber casing as she kissed his masked mouth. And he pressed against her with pent-up passion. Finally he was going to have her tonight. It would be on her terms he knew, but finally he would have his relief. He resolved he would just have to pay the -consequences later. He had no doubt that his bride would see to that with her nursing skills. Amy whispered, "Bob, honey, I am so happy! Now you are my husband, lover AND mypatient, to care for every day all day. You are so cute in diapers and rubber pants. You are also progressing so well with your bladder & incontinence training that you will be a joy to care for. I've had a special treatment room set up at home. You'll just love it." "Now," she smiled,"Let's go home and relieve your obvious problem you have got right up front!" THE END -- {but not the conclusion of the rubber and diaper adventures of Daphne, Amy and Bob.}

Stumbled on an interesting in depth review of the Tranquility ATN in youtube...

WOW... I Love these! Through the 80's into early 2000's I enjoyed using Stayfree Maxipads classic shape and Always dri-weave maxipads as diaper lining stuffers. I still have a bunch that I use sparingly since they no longer make them. Search those pads were discontinued, I've been looking for an alternate felt it just is so hot. Thankfully these Total Dry pads seems to have replicated the softness of the maxipads I adored!

I always preferred going in my diaper. That's what they are for. So toting around a big mess in your diaper is no surprise. That's why you wear diapers. I enjoyed big load in my pants. So I try to stay as messy as long as I possibly can. It doesn't bother me. And if I get a little stinky, oh well I've got a load in my pants what do you expect. But the longer it stays in the better I like it.

Hailey cradle Kayla like a new born. " your so cute , I love you, " Hailey cooed as she cradle Kayla. " I'm happy Sarah decided to give you to us. I like having another baby in the house espically since my Evan getting so big he starting preschool soon. So you get to spend all day with me until we decide to put you in daycare. But your two little for that" Hailey said as she fed Kayla the bottle. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

Your wish is my command! Sunday afternoon tea in the garden is one of those delightful English customs that I had learned to treasure. It was the one day in the week when I could be sure of reconnecting with my family, and since it was also Imelda's day off I could have them all to myself. Recently things had got even better; Peter had been posted to Fleet Headquarters at Northwood, and that meant that he and Juliet were no more than a few miles away, and could join us. They brought ten-year-old Sally along, of course, which made excellent company for my eight-year-old twins Katherine and Elizabeth, and allowed the adults to have some conversation. Matt and Peter disappeared off to the garage where Matt was eternally restoring an ancient sports car. There was much to talk about. My shift from being a supermodel to being the principal of a model agency had gone very smoothly; Julian had done all the real work and I had taken over most of poor Marguerite's role, hopefully without developing those virago traits that had been her trademark. Regular office hours meant that I had more time for the family. The change of name from Marguerite's to my family name of "Grace" had also helped to ease the atmosphere. At the same time Peter had been quietly informed that his next posting would allow him to hoist his pennant as a Commodore and had opened the road to eventual flag rank. There was much family news to discuss as well. Juliet told me with quiet pride that Sally was now officially dry, after having been so for a month, while Vickie's daughter Caroline was still in nappies at night, but dry most mornings. I congratulated the bashful, smiling Sally, whose gentle nature and quiet elegance made me quite envious. I could only report that Katherine has had a dry night this week, and Elizabeth had had two. Juliet nodded and wished me the best of luck with them. The twins didn't look quite so pleased. They were in pull-ups, not so much to avoid an accident on the lawn as to make their guest feel at home, and now here she was in pants while they still wore the stigma of babyhood. Time was certainly moving on. At Gran's funeral last spring the children's pew had been a line of well-padded bottoms, now there was a sign at least that the curse of the family was coming to its end - for this generation at least. I thought of Gran; I often did because I missed her wisdom. I had bemoaned the fact that Sally was so gentle and obedient while my twins were like tiger cats. Her reply shook me; "Well, they do take after you, my dear!" I gathered my wits to protest, but then she went on, "Juliet has always taken after the Tarr side, as has Sally: gentle, cautious, responsible, trustworthy," - and as dull as ditchwater I thought - "while you and Holly and the twins are plainly Sinclairs; better suited to the deck of a pirate ship". I swallowed that politely. It may have been right. When being interviewed by an insufferably arrogant BBC presenter the previous month I had had a sudden temptation to fire a full broadside at her and follow up with a cutlass charge. Black Jack Sinclair's blood still ran in my veins, and I began to see my daughters differently; their indefatigable rebelliousness and general insouciance was a strength. A bloody nuisance at times, but a strength nonetheless. Juliet had brought a holdall with her, but had given no indication of what it contained. Now, as she pulled back the zip, all was revealed; a mass of terry towelling. "Sally won't be needing these any more." she said, "So I thought of you... and the girls." I gave her my number three smile. "That's so kind, but my girls..." I didn't get the rest of it out. Amongst my daughters' feline characteristics was a great curiosity. "What are they Mum?" came a chorus. Gradually a plan took shape. I was not above a little leg-pull with my children. "Don't you know?" I replied, "Come and look!". I pulled one of the nappies out of the bag and unfolded it. It was huge and square, and in remarkably good condition. The twins gazed on open-mouthed. "They're nappies. The old traditional kind. Don't you remember them? You wore them from time to time when you were small." It went down like a pork pie at a bar-mitzvah. Kate plucked up her courage and reached out a hand to touch the soft terry towelling, rubbed it gently between her fingers and muttered: "Weird!" Liz protested that it was the wrong shape. I told her that it was folded before being put on. Her eyebrows posed a question, and so I kite-folded it on the lawn. "Your bottom goes here!" I indicated, "and the sides come round and are fastened with safety pins.. Liz recoiled. "It's still a funny shape!" she protested, although she was familiar with the idea of washable nappies, having often worn the PUL kind whenever I could get a housemaid prepared to wash them. "But they hold a lot" I said, "Much more than the others, and there were never any leaks because the baby ...oops! plastic....pants seal more effectively around the legs". I looked into the bag again. I could always rely on Juliet to think of things. There they were. Several pairs of plain pants in various colours, and another pair, covered, with frills. I could hardly believe it; I thought they went out of fashion years ago. I pulled them out and laid them on top of the folded nappy. The girls leaned forward, gazing at them intently. Then Kate reached out and touched a finger inside the leg hole. She felt for moment, and drew back sharply. For a moment I saw the headline "Baby Pants Bite Child!" and my smile must have given something away. Both recoiled with expressions of loathing. I was quite enjoying the game, when Juliet butted in. "Sally used to wear them when dressing up" she said, "She always looked so cute in them, under a little short dress. . The frills just showed at the bottom, and so people could see that she was safely nappied, and could be trusted on the sofa or the lap. Very girly, very cute." "Daddy liked them," Sally contributed, "He liked me to sit on his lap while he told me a story." Yes, I thought, Peter loved to dandle me on his knee when I was nappied. It got a bit much when I was older, but with all that padding in between us it was acceptable. Rather nice in fact. I knew, from our play sessions, how Matt would react; he had always been turned on by me wearing a nappy and frilly pants. The twins were obviously not convinced. They drew closer together for mutual protection. "Are they for us?" came a worried query. "Could be." I replied, carefully being non-committal, "I wouldn't normally let you wear them because they are a bit too good for you. They are quite expensive." That touched a nerve. The girls were very clothes-conscious, as might be expected of the daughters of a fashion icon. "And besides, Matt might not approve." Not much, I thought, as I remembered the effect it had on Matt when I had worn such pants. "He thinks frills are much too grown-up for you." That tickled other nerves. They were always being told that things were too grown-up for them, and it was like a red rag to a bull. I noticed Liz's hand creep towards the leg of her pull-up. Perhaps I had overdone the frightening bit, but it gave me an idea. "Liz, come here, Darling." I took her hand and drew her to me. I lifted the back of her skirt and the evidence was plain to see; her pull-up had done its best and was starting to leak down her legs. "Oh Dear! How Sad! Never Mind! Soon have you fixed!" Before she could protest I had her dress up and the pull-up down to her ankles so she couldn't run away. I couldn't blame her; I had suggested that she wear a pull-up so Sally wouldn't be humiliated; I had expected Sally to be wearing some protection as it was the custom when visiting each other's houses. I didn't know that Sally had been pronounced dry so recently, and I hadn't nagged the girls to go to the toilet regularly during the afternoon - it was Sunday, after all, and we all wanted some rest. I had just let them play, and if an accident happened, well, it happened; the pull-ups were "free ones" in the custom of the family and there would be no blame or retribution if they were used, the child was considered to have a baby's licence to wet without penalty. Juliet passed me some baby wipes - true to form, she had put everything in the changing bag - and came and knelt opposite me while I wiped my reluctant daughter down. After we removed the sodden pull-up by tearing it down the sides Juliet reached behind Liz for the nappy we had just folded and gave me a wink. I hadn't nappied a child standing since - I don't know when. Reaching back I could remember it being done to me by Peter and Juliet, when I had been in one of my fractious moods (most of the time, in fact) and I knew how it was performed. Liz, obviously, did not. She just stood there while I finished wiping her, then without hesitation, Juliet passed the front of the nappy between her legs where I took hold of the corner, and, with our hands on the corners, we lifted it up between Liz's legs and brought the corners together on each side of her waist. Liz was too surprised to protest until Sally passed the safety pins, but by then it was too late; Liz was snugly wrapped in the soft towelling and could only stagger while she tried to retain her balance by putting her hands on our shoulders. With the pins locked down we were almost there, and Sally, now fully turned Quisling, completed her transition to the other side of the nappy pin by scrunching up the pants and pushing them against Liz's shins, uttering the magic words "Dressing up!" Liz instinctively took a step forward into the pants and Sally swiftly pulled them up her legs to her waist, where Juliet and I tucked in any stray bits of nappy, and made sure the leg elastics were pushed well up. It all took only a few moments, and a surprised child waddled away. She made a brief attempt to push the nappy down, as I had been expecting, but stopped when I uttered a sharp "No!", and gave up trying to remove it - years of discipline was paying off - so she pulled the hem of her dress down to cover as much of the bulging pants as possible. She almost succeeded, but there was still a pillow visible between her legs, and a line of lace at the back. She looked incredibly cute, and Juliet and I praised her, while she even gained the appreciation of Sally who told her how lovely she looked. Red-faced, disbelieving, and close to crying, she looked from one of us to the other and in desperate appeal to her sister, who was keeping a safe distance from the proceedings. Bang on cue, Matt and Peter emerged from the garage still talking cars. Liz waddled towards Matt uttering an urgent appeal to the higher court. Matt wasn't even listening as he picked her up and gave her a big hug, patted her on the bottom and laughed. "Wherever did you get these from?" he asked, "They're so pretty!" I explained that Liz had had a little accident and it was easier than going back to the house to change her. Held in her father's arms, and holding him around his neck Liz began to look less unhappy. She wound her legs around his waist, inadvertently revealing a second row of lace, and buried her embarrassment in his shoulder. She knew her man, and was beginning to play the situation up. Kate looked on with a calculating look. They competed assiduously for Matt's affection, and it was apparent that Liz had played a blinder. Juliet and I exchanged winks. I was still shaking with suppressed laughter when I went back to the holdall to zip it up. Kate walked over quite slowly, and stood there carefully shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her fingers had curled up inside the hem of her skirt and were playing with the leg elastics of her pull-on. I followed her gaze, and saw that Liz was now sitting in her father's lap, gazing up at his face with big round eyes while he was talking to her. She had plainly stolen pole position. "Mum," said Kate quietly, "Are there any more of those frilly ones in there?"

I've posted about this before, so I'm not going to say much other than this.

I too am a side sleeper and I've tried placing booster pads at the sides and it works, though it does take some getting used to. Also, taping the sides with packing or other tape will cut down on leaks also. Using a vinyl or rubber pant over

Right away is my experience. My wife would also say the same.

Me and my teddy!!!!!

i dont mind or care if i poop in public, it just happens, or if im in the mood to

It all "depends." One day just an AB. Next day a DL. But must wear (MW) 24/7.

Hey, if you can't get through the night without a change, you are wearing the wrong diaper.

Here is a current picture of me for rose.....

I mess my diapers when ever the need comes, weather in private or public.

When I'm out in public I normally wear a cloth diaper and good plastic pants because I too think it's Rude to inflict yourself on others. I've had more than my fair share public Diaper fillings so because I know that paper diapers always leak and always smell I Rarely use them. I use flat fold pin on cotton diapers and I know how to fold and pin these diapers on there IS NO SMELL when I do poop in public. It's not rocket science, just experience.

Absolutely love it, best feeling ever. It's fun, safe and doesn't hurt anyone.

I live in fredericksburg if you ever wanna hang out. I won't be able to do anything abdl in public for the most part but if I get to meet ya than you could vist me and my girlfriend at my house one day. She is also an abdl. If nothing else we can talk about it. I am extremely comfortable about wearing diapers now but a few years ago I could not say that. Been interested in them about my whole life for reasons I still 100% can't explain but I really learned to be comfortable so if you ever wanna meet up and talk just to get more comfortable with the lifestyle let me know. Will give you my email address. This winter I will be on break from college so could meet up sometime in late december or in january.