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for sure, medical people understand your needs and quite frankly expect you to be dressed accordingly. In my case with my gyno, it is not always in my record for any given procedure, so when I show up in a bra, it sometimes goes with an explanation, but after that I always get encouragement for being brave or doing what is right.

Tena Flex Maxi have wide open sides so you get some good airflow around the diaper. I can wear it almost all day.

I emailed her several times over the next few days, and I received no response. I tried calling her, and that went unanswered. I had to believe she was ignoring me. I decided to give it a break. Hopefully, time would heal. A week later I sent a message “I would like to speak with you. We don’t need to involve diapers.” I dove into my work. I had clients in several cities, and I traveled to see them, so I was out of St. Louis about as much as I was in. I found myself back in San Antonio. After the client meeting, I decided to chance it. I put on normal underwear and drove to Maria Elena’s apartment. I knew where it was because I had shipped the care packages to her there. I parked out front and waited. I just couldn’t bring myself to get rejected at the door. I drove off. A block away I saw a Mexican restaurant. I hadn’t had decent Mexican since my last trip here. I parked and went inside and got a tamale platter. I started to eat. This time the husk (if they had indeed used one to cook it) was already removed. It was as good as I remembered. At least this trip wasn’t a total waste. “Hey, diaper boy. Still eating tamales?” a familiar voice said from behind me. I turned. It was Maria Elena, standing there in a silk jumpsuit looking beautiful as ever. She sat down with me. “What are you doing here?” “Eating tamales?” I joked. “I mean in this restaurant, this neighborhood.” “I was going to try to see you, but I chickened out.” “Oh, too bad. You almost missed me.” “I’m really sorry about St. Louis,” I started. She held up her hands. “Accepted. I just had to do some serious thinking about this whole thing. I know the diaper thing is pretty ingrained in your psyche and I knew I’d never get you away from it. I had to know if I could accept it.” “Well, you don’t have to…” I started. She held up her hand again. “Let me finish. I also knew that I’d be drawn into it. I had to reason it out for myself. I shouldn’t have just ignored you like that, but I needed time.” “And…” I said hopefully. “I’ve worked through it. You finished?” she asked, and I nodded. “Let’s go to my place.” She got in my car, and I drove the block back to her building. We went up to her place. It was a neat little two bedroom in an older building. She walked over to a hall closet. She unzipped the jumpsuit and hung it in the closet. This revealed she was wearing a diaper underneath. “You weren’t expecting me?” I asked. “No, I wear a diaper all the time now. Around the house, usually just the diaper. I keep the jumpsuit and some scrubs in the closet in case I need to answer the door or make a quick run out somewhere. Now you get out of your clothes.” I couldn’t argue with the suggestion. I pulled off my shirt and then dropped my pants revealing my normal underwear. Maria Elena shook her head, “That won’t do.” She led me by the hand into what must have been a guest room/home office combination. One side had a desk with a computer. The other a neatly made bed. She pushed me on it and then reached into a dresser and came out with a diaper. “This is my ersatz changing table. Though most of the time I just do it on the bathroom floor.” She carefully folded my boxers and slid the diaper under me and did it up. “There, that’s better. Let me show you around.” There wasn’t much to see, a small galley kitchen. A small dining area that could seat four closely. The living room. She led me past the guest room. “This is the bath,” she said. I looked in and saw a package of adult wipes on the vanity. She opened a small linen closet and inside was a diaper genie and more diapers stacked neatly. There was a suitcase sitting on top of the toilet. “What’s that?” I asked. “Oh, that’s just to remind me to stay away from it.” “Stay away?” “I can say honestly that I have not used a toilet for three weeks.” “Not at all?” She smiled. “Not at all. I’ve even come to terms with pooping in them. I may not keep that up, but I felt it was an important part of my self-test.” “And did you pass?” “I did.” We went out into living room, and I sat down while she went into the kitchen. “Cerveza?” she asked. “That would be nice.” She came back with two baby bottles full and the dark amber fluid. I took a long draw from one. “These work better than mine.” “Couple of reasons. First, they’re the new high tech bottles designed to give babies less gas. Second, I poked a bigger hole in the nipple.” We talked for a long time. Maria Elena related that she was ready to throw just about everything out when she started to have regrets. She then started doing some research on the internet. Finally, she decided to try the last of the care package diapers. She then came up with her plan. If she could take a month of diaper wearing, she figured she could handle me. She was pretty much through the test period. “Where are you staying?” she asked. “Hilton, though not a suite this time.” “Why don’t we go get your bag, check you out, go to dinner, and then come back here.” It sounded like a plan. I got my stuff. The Hilton graciously decided to not charge me for the last night even though I was past checkout time. The benefits again of spending so much time in Hiltons. We headed to the restaurant. “This is upscale Mexican, not the street food you’ve been eating.” She was right; the restaurant Mixtli was the up and coming cuchina nueva. Everything very well presented as a tasting menu, lots of small courses. Maria Elena explained she ordered diapers. Having had experience with the care packages, she got a case of very heavy ones for home and casual use and lighter breathable ones to wear to work. She said work was the hardest. She had to be careful about wetting and changing, but it was, after all, a hospital, so it wasn’t too hard. “I still remember the shift where I realized I had to poop. I could have just untapped the diaper and used the toilet, but I was determined not to do that. I figured I could hold it to the end of my shift. And I did, but I dumped right as I got to my car. I had to sit in it for the half an hour it took to get home, but I endured. After that, I felt I was ready for anything.” We got back to her house, and she parked me on the sofa while she took my suitcase into the bedroom. After ten minutes she came out wearing the satin romper. I smiled. She led me back to the bedroom and laid out on the bed was the nightie that I usually traveled with. She took taken it out of the bag. It was the one she had worn that night we met. A heavy diaper lay on top of it. “Shall we get you ready.” I got out of my clothes and my wet diaper, and she put the new one on and helped me into the nightie. We returned to the living room and talked more. And then we kissed, long and passionately. The satin of the two nighties sliding on each other and her soft skin. Then she led me back to the bedroom. She carefully untapped the diapers. “We didn’t use these, so I want to be able to put them back on.” Then we got into bed and made love. She retaped my diaper, and I taped hers on, and we slept in each other’s arms. By the time the sun came up, our diapers were wet. She patted my sodden midsection. “You want to change this or do you want to enjoy it for a while.” I opted to wait. She stood up and then bent slightly and strained. The rear of the diaper poofed out. “I’m going to get this changed before I start to stink.” She had indeed come a long way. During breakfast, she asked, “You said you could work from anywhere?” “Yes.” “Like San Antonio?” I had thought about this before. Sure, I’d need more space than her little guest room, but it was possible. “What did you have in mind?” She went to her desk and came back with a real estate listing. It was a four bedroom house in a quaint older neighborhood. “I thought together we could afford it.” “Are you making a proposal?” I asked. “Si.” “You’re an amazingly powerful woman, Maria Elena.” “So?” “Si.” After breakfast, I changed and dressed. Maria Elena put on the jumpsuit, and we drove to look at the house. It was perfect, and after a little negotiation, we had it under contract. I started to make the arrangements to relocate to San Antonio. We also made arrangements for the wedding. I had some family coming in and two good friends from St. Louis. Maria Elena had her family and coworkers. It was going to be a big party in the backyard of our new house. “We’ll hold off setting up the nursery until after the honeymoon,” she suggested. “Anyhow, I’ve got to pick up my gown today.” “I expect you’ll be wearing the ‘bridal diapers.’” “And I expect you’ll be wearing the ‘groomal diapers.’” We laughed. The reception was great. Maria Elena wore the heaviest diaper she could find and covered it with a lace covered pair of plastic pants (for my benefit), and that was hidden well under her voluminous skirt. I had bought my tux with ample room for my diaper as well. Still, we both needed to make a mid-party change. After a brief honeymoon to Cabo, we settled down to married life. We unpacked the nursery and still had fun having two of us playing with things I only had myself before. We wore diapers or toddler or sissy stuff at home usually. Maria put her scrubs on to go to work, but they came off as soon as she got home. Mostly, I worked as I was. I kept a pair of sweats in the closet by the door if I needed to go shopping. We decided to try to wear cloth more, so I stocked up. Since I was home, I took care of running the laundry loads. All in all, it was a happy life, the two of us rolling around in our thick cloth diapers in our perfect home. --END--

I would have entered but i dont have a printer , well i do but drivers suck.... in any case, coloring books are better! My official, supper late and not correct submission -> https://imgur.com/a/GLD4S

Sent 20$, its not much but i hope it helps

Stone, flushed and happy, helped Quinn into a protective cloth diaper for bed, trying to at first explain the folds before both of them, too giddy and drowsy to concentrate, allow the normal routine to progress of Stone pinning Quinn into her diaper and velcroing a new cover overtop. They then lay a perfect fit as they drift and spoon together in sleep. * “That is unacceptable!” Dr. Weber rounded on her staff face flushed with rage. Time was ticking down, not only did she need her precious source of valuable data and endless taunts back, but the next scheduled broadcast was fast approaching, and if the Star was missing...She slams the search pattern printouts against her desk. “It cannot be this hard to track a diaper-wearing gangly chimpanzee and her empty-headed scrap-plated gorilla through the Wasteland on foot! Follow the smell of dirty diapers and you’re sure to find them!” “...Doctor,” A low and authoritative voice hummed beside her office door. “Please do try to maintain your temper, this is unbecoming of you.” The Father of the Institute, stood at the door flanked by Weber’s own nursing synths looking none too happy. “I’ve allowed your project...is it even worthy of that term? This...show to go on with the trust that you could handle it, but now look where that has gotten us.” Weber attempts to speak, to explain, but Father silences her with a held up hand. “Please, have a seat, and you are not to say another word until I tell you otherwise. Everyone else? You are dismissed.” The staffers hurry from the room, leaving Father and the synths watching Weber who nervously and weakly nods as she sits down. “Do not get me wrong, Dr.” Father said, circling. “Your work for the Institute has long been recognized. Your failures...overlooked because of your other successes in the past, but now, after this reprehensible mistake, one that has the potential to undermine my entire operation. I think a certain...punishment is in order.” Weber felt the prickles of sweat as Father rests his hip on her desk opening a file. “Day 1.” He began, reading from her notes. “The subject has been retrieved wearing a diaper, used. This element may be injected in her treatments to control the subject and undermine the Brotherhood...Day 15.” He skips ahead. “Subject continues to experience both bowel and releases of bladder in response to dosing. Diaper mass gained significantly from dry weight.” He thumbs farther. “Infantilization of subject continues to draw,” and this he emphasizes, “the largest viewing audience of the Commonwealth.” He closes the folder with a snap. “Do you realize we’re supposed to be a secretive organization? And now, the simple fact that we can’t televise a woman messing herself in an adult diaper will throw shadows of doubt on our legitimacy, our competency. I won’t have it!” He slaps the file down making the doctor flinch. “Not to worry...” He assures taking on a dangerously kind tone. “You have made your level of competency quiet clear. This experimental ‘nursery’ you have allocated so many resources to will not go to waste. It is now yours. Your very synths have been reprogrammed to think that you, Dr., are their helpless charge in need of constant care.” She tries to speak, but one dismissive motion from her leader and her reprogramed synths surge into action. A big pacifier is shoved in her mouth, and she is lifted up, stripped of her clothes while she whimpers and cries for leniency. Father simply straightens and starts for the door only stopping to place the tip of his cane under Weber’s chin. “If you think your Quinn was babied, her experience will be nothing compared to yours.” He left her to go clean up her mess before this got out of hand. * Sun begins to trickle in from cracks in the wood boards around them, Stone still sleeps warm and wrapped around Quinn. It appears her ability to bounce back from a jet hit might not be as quick as others and this has left her sleeping in with a light snore.

Just left a lunch meeting and has I was walking back to my car I messed my diaper, looks like it was a good thing it was at the end of lunch and not during.

this morning like every morning i wake up with a messy and wet diaper.

Best wishes work Hope you get the car sorted!

one word..... superundies... very few leaks if any......

With the warm weather in Florida, I would expect people to wear shorts a lot, and thinner fabrics. Keeping with the subject of this thread, I would expect if you wore the same diaper combo as in your avatar, it might be pretty easy for people to tell you have bulky diapers on under your shorts or thin pants.

Excellent post Even if you discover yourself going to 24/7 wearing, as long as you're not hurting anyone then acceptance will keep you from hurting yourself There is nothing you can't deal with in life, and handling anything begins with accepting what it is, what it does, and in cases like this what you are inside. We can be the greatest people on Earth, but only if we're true to oirselves and only when we've handled our problems well to that point. Accept yourself then move forward to a better (and wetter) life Bettypooh

This is just a quick and silly one. It's inspired by those children's books that are built around a repeated phrase... so I guess you can think of it as a bedtime story for Adult Babies. If you like this story visit my blog Babes In Diapers, and maybe consider supporting me on Patreon-- a $5 pledge gets you access to all all my exclusive stories and some other goodies as well. Jane's first inkling that something was wrong came when she was in the underwear section at the department store. There she was browsing through the sexy thongs and sheer cut delicate when she saw them... a line of training panties, complete with lace, ruffles and cartoon designs. "What in the world?" she asked, picking up and studying a pair of soft pink panties with big cartoon love hearts, feeling their soft, padded thickness with her fingers. The seat was loose and baggy-- to hold in messes, she thought with a smile. She checked the label... they were indeed sized for adult women... in fact, this pair was exactly her size. She looked at the underpants in her hands, thinking about how childish it would make her feel to wear such a thing. What self-respecting woman would ever buy something like this? she thought incredulously. "See?" She heard a voice behind her, "I told you they had them!" "Kewl!" another responded, and Jane looked up just in time to see two trendy, college age women taking their own pair of training pants off the rack. "These are so cute!" "I know right? Let's go pay! I can't wait to try them on!" Wide eyed, Jane watched them make their way up to the till. She looked at the panties and stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Something funny's going on..." The next incident happened just a few days later. Jane had just gotten off work, and she trudged down to the subway warily. Her feet ached, and she was grateful when she was able to score a seat. She eased herself down with a sigh next to a woman a couple of years younger than herself, who was occupied with her phone. Jane settled in with a little smile, glad to have a moment to relax a bit before she got home... her feet were sore, and she was absolutely dying to get back to her apartment and sink into a hot bath. She was half aware of the girl next to her shifting a bit in her seat, but Jane hardly noticed... until she heard the girl beginning to grunt softly to herself. Jane wondered idly if she was having some sort of problem, but she didn’t think too much about it... not until she heard the girl let out a major fart that rumbled the seat beneath them. Jane looked over, her mouth open. The girl was leaning to one side, her butt pointed directly towards her, and she was clearly straining. At first Jane thought she was trying to fart again... instead, a wet, crackling splatter emerged from inside her pants. Jane’s eyes bugged comically as she watch, queasy, as the girls pants began to slowly bulge out. The girl farted shamelessly, the bulge in her pants instantly doubling in size. Jane crinkled her nose disapprovingly, a strong, earthy stench beginning to blanket the area. Another noisy toot emerged-- Jane watch, horrified and fascinated, as the pile in the girl’s pants grew larger and larger, until it seemed like her entire seat was bulging and lumpy. “AAAhhh!” the girl sighed, apparently satisfied with her work. Her lip curled with fascinated disgust, Jane watch the girl slowly settle back on her bulging seat with a soft, gooey squish. Jane watched the girl squirm in her seat for a few more minutes, then rose to get off at her stop. “Something funny’s going on,” she said softly to herself. A couple of days later, Jane was relaxing on the couch, watching her favourite sit-com. She drank a coffee and settled in, chuckling at the wacky hi-jinx on screen. The stress and strangeness of the past couple of day were melting away, and she was more than happy to put everything out of mind and just enjoy her show. Everything was going as usual... until about half way through the episode. The beautiful, spunky blond protagonist was in the midst of another one of her wacky schemes, and as usual, her two sidekicks (two equally attractive young women) had been drawn into her web. The girls sat around their spacious New York apartment, their wardrobes far more fashionable and expensive than any of the characters would be able to afford in real life, exchanging witty quips and rapid fire dialogue. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jane sat forward in her seat, unconsciously grinning to herself as the lead character’s hunky boyfriend entered. Tall, muscular, and oh-so-handsome, he was absolutely Jane’s favourite part of the show, and Jane loved to imagine he was her boyfriend, and she enjoyed imagine that he was saying is dialogue directly to her. She watched with anticipation as he entered the apartment, said his greetings, and then turned to his girlfriend and said: “Time for a new diaper yet?” And before she could even answer, he had pulled his stammering girlfriend to her feet and tugged her designer trousers to her knees, revealing a thick, bulky diaper underneath. Jane watched, her jaw on the floor as he reached out and gave her crotch a gentle squeeze, a clear, soggy squish emerging. “Uh huh. Just as I thought: wet,” he said, the protagonist reddening when her friends started to giggle. “What about back here?” he said, taking her by the hand and spinning her around to reveal a big bulging mess in the seat of her pampers. “Ah ha! Just as I thought!” he said, delivering a firm, open palmed swat to the seat of her diaper (much to the amusement of the laugh track, who roared at her blushing embarrassment.) He looked at her friends on the couch, who were tittering and whispering to each other. “Would one of you please go and get her diaper-bag? It’s time for a change,” he said, eliciting cheers from the girls-- and blushes from the heroine, who stuck her thumb in her mouth and slurped childishly. Jane frowned at the TV, watching in disbelief as her favourite TV character laid down in the middle of the living room for a very dirty diaper change from her boyfriend... right there in front of her friends! “Something funny’s going on,” she said to herself with a nod. A couple of days later, Jane was at the mall, browsing through the shops on her way back to work after lunch. Jane tried to take her mind off the crazy week she’d had, to put the bizarre incidents (and strange plot twists on her favourite TV shows) out of her mind. She was glancing through the window at one of the shops when she heard it... somewhere up the mall, there was a strange grinding noise, and when Jane turned towards it, her jaw dropped. Just a handful of meters up the lane, a man was pushing a woman about her age in a stroller. An honest to goodness, adult sized stroller. Jane gaped and nearly laughed, turning to check the reactions of the people around her-- and finding none. Everyone was acting as though it was totally normal. Jane couldn’t help but stare as they got closer-- the scene just kept getting more and more bizarre. Not only was the woman riding in a stroller, she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a massive, bulky pamper... Like she was a giant baby or something! She watched them pass with morbid fascination, noticing a pacifier working in and out of the woman’s mouth as they went past. Shaking her head suspiciously, she said under her breath: “something funny’s going on!” Over the next few days at work, she noticed something strange: a lot of the women at her company were being re-assigned to a special section somewhere in the building. And although everyone else just seemed to accept it, in light of recent events, Jane decided to investigate. Her friend Crystal told her she was being moved to “department 3a3y.” Jane looked it up in the company directory. It was down in the basement and... wait a minute... “Daycare?!” Jane uttered disbelievingly. It has to be a mistake, she thought. She decided to go check it out... so when her lunch break came around, she got onto the elevator and took the long ride all the way down, and when the door hissed open, she strutted confidently down the hallway. The daycare was at the far end, and as her high heels clacked across the tiles, she grew increasingly nervous. Hesitantly, she reached out with shaking fingers, took hold of the handle and pulled open the door. Instantly, she was slapped in the face with the strong, sweet smell of powder and lotion. She shoved the door open, gasping when she saw almost every woman from her department crawling and cavorting on the floor, each one sporting a swollen and thickly padded diaper butt. “Oh my God,” she uttered quietly, bringing her hand to her mouth. There must’ve been almost a dozen of them, all former co-workers-- giggling and simpering as they sipped imaginary tea and played with their Barbies and Teddy Bears. They stretched out on their tummies to colour in their colouring-books, their lacy baby print dresses riding up to reveal the entirety of their gleaming white pampers. Jane looked down when she felt a tug at the hem of her skirt. Glancing downward, she gasped in horror when she spotted her friend Crystal, her gaze dim, her grin vacant, her chin covered with drool, and her backside bulging and crinkling under her short little baby dress... she was wearing diapers! “Crystal!?” She uttered in horror. “UP!” Her former co-worker responded, stretching her arms out towards Jane and bouncing her padded tushy on the floor, her smile utterly devoid of any adult understanding. Instinctively, Jane took a couple of steps back. “Something funny is definitely going on!” she said to herself, seconds before she became aware that Crystal was grunting softly to herself. A catastrophic explosion of a fart emerged, followed by a long slow squish from the seat of her pampers. Jane looked on, her lip curled in disgust, as the seat of Crystal’s diaper bagged and bulged, a dark stain blossoming across the back. “AAAhhh!” She sighed, plopping herself back on her mushy tush with a satisfying squish. “Jane?” her boyfriend called tentatively, shutting the door behind him and slipping his shoes off. “Sweetie, come in here!” she called excitedly from the computer room, “you have to see this!” He took off his jacket and hung it in the closet before trudging through their condo. He found her behind her desk, hunched over her lap top, the desk beside her strewn with papers. “What’s up, princess?” “Check this out,” she said proudly, gesturing to her screen. “Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been noticing a pattern.” “What kind of pattern?” he asked, leaning in closely. “Well, at first, it was just little things... training panties at the department store, or a girl shitting her pants next to me on the train...” “Uh... what?” “Then,” she said, ignoring his question, “a bunch of the girls in my department got reassigned, right? Well, I checked it out, and they’d all been sent to the daycare!” “A lot of companies are doing that now-- in fact, I think we’ve been doing the same thing at my job--” “Ah-ha! That’s what I’m talking about!” Jane exclaimed, turning to the screen and clicking a tab on her browser. “Take a look at this: this woman,” she said, pointing to the well dressed, attractive business woman on the screen, “was the CEO of a Fortune 500 tech firm... six figures a year, private jet, summer house in the south of France. Last week, she suddenly announces her retirement, right? Here she is just two weeks later.” She clicked on another tab-- the savvy looking business woman was replaced with a giggling, adult sized toddler, complete with a short, flower-print dress with a big diaper bulging out from underneath. She gazed into the camera with a pleasant but vacant smile, her chin coated in drool. “Jane...” “And check this out!” she said, clicking over to another tab, “the women’s prison is being closed down-- they’re instituting a new ‘reform school’ policy where ‘the inmates are reduced in status and privilege and re-educated from the beginning...’ just take a look at this picture!” She turned the screen towards him, revealing a scene not unlike the one she’d stumbled upon in the daycare at work, but much bigger, with more staff and obviously more money... not to mention more inmates, at least double what she’d seen in the daycare at work. The expressions on the inmates were placid and vacant as they played with their toys on the floor. “Well...” “And then there’s this,” she said, clicking over to the next tab on her browser. “This is a Fall TV preview-- there are THREE shows about women quitting their jobs to be ‘stay at home Adult Babies.’ Listen to this: ‘Loaded Questions: after she messes her pants during a meeting, a high-powered executive quits her job and moves in with her boyfriend to be a stay at home Adult Baby!’” “Sweetheart, you’re getting agitated,” her boyfriend tried to soothe. “I’m telling you, honey... Something funny’s going on here. It’s like there’s some kind of conspiracy to strip women of their autonomy and turn us all into drooling, diaper pooping Adult Babies!” “Well, nice job, honey,” he said patronizingly, “and speaking of diapers,” he said reaching out to take hold of her hand and pull her into a standing position “isn’t it about time you had a change?” “W-what?” she said hoarsely, shooting him a confused look. But he didn’t wait for an answer... instead, he reached out, took her pants by the waistband, and tugged them down to her knees, revealing an enormous, puffy white diaper. Jane looked down and squealed... how did that get there?! She knew she’d put on panties that morning, she could see them in her mind. But as she stood there, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, there was no mistaking the thick cotton and plastic between her thighs and the her plastic bulge behind her. She was wearing diapers! She stammered, trying to think of something to say... but he reached out and gave her padded crotch a squeeze, and Jane’s stomach went hollow when she felt the sopping wet material squish up against her pussy. “Uh huh, just as I thought. What about back here?” he said, not waiting for an answer before her reached around to give her seat a squeeze. “HEY!?” she cried, her jaw dropping when she felt a warm, mushy load inside squish up against her backside. “Oh yes-- someone’s got a big steaming load back there,” he said with a chuckle. Jane squirmed and blushed awkwardly... how could she have possibly jut sat there in a wet and messy diaper without realizing it? But she didn’t have time to puzzle it out... before she knew it, she was on her back on a blanket in the middle of the floor, her boyfriend tugging her pants off her feet and leaving her with nothing but a massively messy diaper below the waist. She was dizzy, the room was spinning around her, and when her boyfriend crouched down and began to pull the tapes off the front of her diaper, she almost cried out for him to stop-- but the wet and messy diaper was so awful and uncomfortable, Jane really just wanted to be rid of it. So she bit her tongue, allowing her boyfriend to peal down the front panel, revealing a pamper that had been used to capacity, her blush turning crimson when her pee soaked pussy and poop smeared butt came into view. “Phew!” Her boyfriend exclaimed, getting down on the floor next to her, fanning his face, “you certainly used up every inch of this diper, didn’t you honey?” Jane felt her embarrassment overwhelming her, and she actually felt tears welling up in her eyes. But there was no time for self-pity... she shivered when she felt a cool cloth pressed against her crotch, her boyfriend trailing it slowly and firmly down her pussy. Her ankles were grasped and unceremoniously hoisted high in the air above her, and Jane’s lips quivered with embarrassment when she thought about how she must look-- her plump, womanly hiney stuck up in the air in front of her boyfriend-- all smeared with sticky brown poopy. She emitted a yelp when she felt him pass the cold, wet cloth right up between her butt cheeks with an almost casual detachment-- obviously not the first time he’d been in this position. Her tushy was wiped clean with practiced precision, and before she knew it, Jane had a new fresh white diaper pulled up tight between her legs and firmly taped shut. “OK,” he said, patting the front playfully, “time for a nap, I think... then, maybe a little dinner.” “What? I can’t take a nap! I’m busy, and besides, I’m not tir—uumph!” she grunted, shocked speechless when he pushed the fat rubber nipple of a pacifier into her mouth. “Come on, sweetie,” he said, as though she hadn’t spoken, scooping her up and tucking a hand under her bulging, crinkly pamper butt. Gasping, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her cheek on his shoulder, sucking her soother nervously. He carried her out of the room with ease, hefting her down the hallway as easily as he would a real baby... Jane was overcome with intense feelings of childish helplessness-- but there wasn’t any time to worry about it... before she knew it, she was in their bedroom, and as her boyfriend carried her towards the crib that had apparently appeared there sometime after she’d awakened in their bed that morning, there was no doubt where she was going to be spending her nap. He eased her gently down onto the mattress. “Nighty night, kiddo,” he said, sliding the bars into place and effectively trapping her. “See you in an hour or so.” On her knees, Jane scooted over to the edge of the crib and gripped the bars tightly and watched him switch off the light before he left and shut the door behind him. In the dim room, Jane reclined back onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. “Something funny’s going on, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it!” she declared from behind her pacifier, before yawning. “Right-- right after I have a little nap,” she said softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted sweetly to sleep. AdultBaby.XXX

I apologize in advance, you're in for a heck of a read. When I finished part one, I found that I had typed 11 pages! Yes, 11 pages in 12pt font in a text editor! Yikes. Please enjoy, I'm hoping to make two future chapters (assuming I don't hit burnout) Or at very least, some illustrations of the project. Based on the story "Diapered Gals" by Lady Daisy on Literotica. The inspiration to write a story like this is based on my personal DL (diaper lover) lifestyle. For me, diapers aren't a sexual outlet, but a lot of online stories go straight in that direction. I also enjoy seeing stories that don't evolve AB's (adult babies) as that too isn't part of my lifestyle. Enough about that- Enjoy! T oday was the day. I was moving house, from a small apartment on the west end to a house of my own in a quiet unassuming suburb. Michelle, one of my best friends, was at the apartment with me packing up the last of my things into her car, while I made the last checks around the empty building. "Bedroom? Check. Kitchen? Check. Bathroom? Check." "Who are you talking to?" Michelle's soft voice piped from the doorway, as she entered and looked at me walking about in circles. Michelle was a complete sweetheart of a best friend, average height and build with adorable dimples on each of her rosy cheeks. Her short brown hair was tied back into a small ponytail to keep out of her equally brown eyes while we packed, and like myself, was dressed casually in jeans and a black graphic tee. "Well?" She said, as clearly I didn't respond quickly enough to her; lost in my own little world. "If we don't get going soon Andrea, we're never going to get everything unloaded by nightfall!" She was right of course, as it was already one in the afternoon and we had about an hour's drive ahead of us. I gave her a knowing nod before playfully motioning her out the door as I walked after her. "Yeah, lets hit the road before I regret this whole moving idea, and all the work that goes into it." I said, locking the apartment behind me and heading towards my own car, which was equally full, if not a bit smaller than hers. I looked back one last time with a knowing smile that this look at my old apartment would be my last. Michelle climbed into her SUV, the main reason I had asked her to help, as I got into my tiny red sedan. I adjusted the mirror, ensuring that she was ready to follow, before revving up the engine and heading onto the city streets. I was ready to start my new life somewhere a little more comfortable. *** It was about a half hour into our drive, and the roads had opened up considerably. Where we started driving through crowded streets, we now found ourselves traversing an open highway where there was open space for miles around. Few other cars and trucks dotted the landscape, the occasional person passing on this non-divided highway, but nothing to be excited about. They had their destination, and I had mine. That was, until it hit me. Out of the blue, a black sports car drove straight for me, straight across the yellow line into my lane. I looked in horror, as there was nothing I could do before the driver plowed straight into my car. I braced for impact as our two cars spun straight across the other lane, off the highway. When we hit the trees, everything went black. *** A beeping, quiet at first, but nagging and annoying is the next thing I could process. I felt like everything around me was in a haze, like I was looking through a fogged over window. Instinctively I pulled my hand up to my head, feeling as though I was dragging a cord behind it. "She's awake!" A mystery voice proclaimed. It wasn't Michelle's, in fact it wasn't feminine at all. As my vision started to focus, I saw where I was. In front of me stood a young hospital nurse, dressed in blue scrubs with cute black and blue polka-dot pants and matching bandana atop his head. He was a tall black man, a bit on the heavier side, with dark eyes that looked like deep blue pools of water. He smiled at me as my eyes focused on him, and this time he addressed me personally. "Good morning Miss Verblau, it's good to see you awake. I'm Dave. Do you know where you are?" He asked before taking a small flashlight from his pocket and checking on my eyes. I shook my head at him and he spoke up again. "I'm not surprised, you were in quite a wreck yesterday. You were admitted to Sacred Heart Hospital yesterday afternoon, do you remember anything from your past? Your name perhaps?" As soon as he finished his sentence, he looked over his paperwork, and everything I couldn't explain suddenly made sense. I must have blacked out when that car hit me! But what of Michelle? She was driving behind me, was she okay? And my car, loaded full of half my life, where was it? I looked back up at him inquisitively and spoke up. "I...have a lot of questions." I said, plainly and simply. He looked down at me knowingly, like this is a statement he had had often before. "Your friend Michelle, the one who phoned in the accident is in the waiting area. Now that you're awake and out of intensive care, I'll get her back in here and we'll do an evaluation. It's sometimes best to have a friendly face to jog a patient's memory." I nodded at him before he could even finish his sentence, and Dave quickly left the room. While he stepped out, I had a better look at my surroundings. It was a traditional hospital room in most ways. The walls were painted a sky blue, with the usual hospital materials littered about the walls. The bed was also a soft blue color, the warm blankets wrapped over my lower body, and what looked to be an iv drip alongside the bed. I could assume it was antibiotics and saline, as well as few other monitors hooked up for my heart rate and oxygen levels. For now, I was in a room by myself, which considering I was unconscious, was likely not abnormal. No sooner did Dave leave and he was back with Michelle at his side. She looked relieved, and not worse for wear. It appears that if she was involved in the accident, she was out unscathed. She smiled widely at me in relief, as though she expected me to not yet be awake. Dave quickly took his assessment, then took his leave after bringing Michelle in, and I struggled to find the words. "How are you feeling?" Michelle asked first. She saw my struggle to say much of anything, and like always, knew exactly what to do. "I....I'm fine." I stammered, taking a deep breath from the oxygen tubes in my nose. "My car, the other car-" I didn't get far into the next sentence before Michelle took my hand in hers and calmed me. "It's going to be okay." She said with a relaxed smile, before continuing her explanation. "The damage is bad, and your car will be totaled, but right now it's in a junking lot until you're better. All your stuff is safe. As for the other car..." Her voice trailed off as she started the second part of her tale, starting the next sentence more sternly and solemnly. "The other driver is dead. No official word yet, but the officers said he looked like he was potentially on some pretty strong drugs." "Dead..." My voice trailed off a bit. I felt terrible for what happened, even if it wasn't my fault. I was the lucky one; I would be able to go home soon. All things considered, my body felt fine and I didn't feel any indicators of broken bones. Though I did have a few itchy bandages, one on my leg which felt saturated. I put aside my concerns about the other driver and pulled up the blankets briefly to look at the damage, but quickly fluffed them back down and turned a few shades of red. Michelle immediately recognized my discomfort. "Was it something I said?" She asked, though she pointedly looked down at the blankets that I had pulled tighter around myself. I refused to let her see what I had just seen, but perhaps the nurse from before could shed some light on the situation. "Michelle?" I asked, "Would you mind getting the nurse back here?" She didn't wait for a moment before stepping out of the room to find Dave, or one of the other nurses of the floor. While I was alone again, I pulled up the blankets to get a better look at what I thought I saw. I know that when in the hospital, patents are generally removed from their personal clothing, and given hospital gowns and shoes for the duration of their stay. However, usually in a situation like this, patients either have no undergarments or some sort of cath. That was not the case. These undergarments were far too purple for my tastes. Before I could think on it a moment more, Dave's voice returned to my ears, the nurse closing the door behind him, leaving Michelle in the halls while I spoke to him privately. "Andrea, I see you're in a bit of discomfort." He picks up the clipboard on my bed as he continues explaining the situation, reading over the clipboard for any additional details. "In the accident, you were mildly injured. I know you don't feel it, but you've suffered minor whiplash and damage to a few of your vertebra. Now, fortunately we've been able to pin the damaged vertebra back together, but the nerve damage isn't something we can reverse. We're assuming from a medical standpoint that it will recover, but it will take awhile as well. The bleeding has been controlled, and you have a few stitches from the initial incision-" "So what I'm wearing..." I interrupted, Dave responding in kind. "Ah, you're more interested in that. What you're wearing is a medical diaper. Molicare Super Plus if you'd like me to be exact with the branding. The nerve damage means that you have temporarily have spasms all through your lower body, including your bladder, hence the diaper. We discussed different options, but this is the least invasive method due to its temporary nature. When feeling and sensitivity comes back in those areas, you can retrain your body to become continent again, which according to patients that have gone through similar cases, is not as complicated as you may believe." I didn't respond to that. All I could do was look down over myself. I looked fine. I looked normal. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I was laying in a hospital bed in a hospital gown, it didn't look like anything was wrong with me. Most importantly, I felt perfectly fine, other than the fact that I was in a hospital wearing a gown and a diaper. The reality of what had happened to me had just started to hit home. I didn't cry, nor scream, nor run out of the room, even though everything in my being wanted me to. Instead, all I could do was look back up at Dave and ask one simple question. "Dave? How long until I can go home?" I plainly asked. Somehow, I felt like leaving this hospital would put everything behind me. "Well," Dave responded, as though he seemed like he didn't want to give an exact date or time without a doctor by his side. "I'll have to check with the staff, but you'll be free to leave almost any time. The only thing of importance is that with the grafted bones in your spine, you should avoid staircases for awhile, and we'll only be able to send you home with a few basics, so we'll give you a short list of medical items to purchase before you leave, or on your way out. Is there anything else I can help you with?" I shook my head. There was in fact one more thing on my mind, but Dave was a nice young man, and I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him. I didn't know the first thing about diapers, and quite frankly, didn't want to ask. But as he left, I wish that I had. It was an unfamiliar sensation, a bit of a strange uncontrollable tingle, like the sensation that your foot makes when its asleep. But at the same time, it was kind of numb; likely from the aforementioned nerve damage. I had no control over the sensation, nor the experience that was to follow. I felt my body completely let go and pee at full force. My vagina was entirely soaked in a warm rush of urine, which thanks to gravity, rushed into any space it could find down my buttocks. It was there that I felt the liquid pool inside the diaper between its fibrous insides and my soft skin, before quickly being wicked away into its filling. Soon, all that I was left with was a warm, damp sensation, much like a hot towel, caressing my backside. Much to my relief, the diaper did its job and my hospital gown and bedding were dry. I was relieved, and it wasn't as horrific as I had expected, though maybe part of it was due to the fact that half my sensation was temporarily gone from the area. Moments after Dave left, Michelle returned. "The doctors told me they're going to clear you to leave soon." She said, a smile upon her face at the very thought. "Yeah," I responded. "I'd like to be out of here and recovering in my own bed quite frankly." Michelle looked a bit concerned and pressed her finger against her lip before responding. "Err...Well Andrea...I'm not sure if you remember, I mean it all really did happen fast, we were moving you across the state. There isn't really a bed for you to go home and relax in." I had forgotten! The move! My whole life was packed up in those two cars, and I didn't have anything unpacked in the new place yet. Then again, most of my things were also inside my impounded car. If I was recommended not to use stairs, I'm sure I would also be recommended not to life heavy objects. Clearly my expression spoke for me, as Michelle piped up again, a smile back on her face. "But you know," Michelle began, with a familiar smile. I knew that expression; it meant she already had everything figured out. "I have the office with the spare bed where my sister stays between semesters in college. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you borrowed it until you got back on your feet." "I would really appreciate it." I smiled back, looking up at Michelle and saying the next thought on my mind with renewed energy. "When are we leaving?" "I'll get it figured out with the doctors, but not until tomorrow at least. I didn't empty the car yet, and I'll need to do a quick cleanup on the office before moving you in. I'll see you tomorrow, as soon as I can." She waved at me, and I waved back as she scurried out of the room. If I remember anything about the office from the last time I visited, the office desk and nearby tables were usually littered with coffee cups and empty takeout trays. Best friend or not, Michelle wasn't really the neatest person. It wasn't long after she left that another guest came to my room, closing the door behind them as they entered. Damn, I see why patients in hospitals never sleep! This time it was a woman. A long black-haired woman of what I believed to be some kind of Asian descent. Her eyes were narrow, with decorative black and green makeup, matching her shining green eyes. She too was dressed in traditional scrubs, a plain pink top and argyle pink, black, and white pants. She was of average height, I could tell by her height relation to the sanitizer and latex gloves she put on before approaching me. She approached me and opened a drawer at my bedside before speaking to me. "Hello Andrea, I'm nurse Sabrina. I know Dave was just here, but because you're female, I've been sent to get you cleaned up a bit. Have you been comfortable?" She asked me with a smile similar to a motherly figure. I nodded my head in both understanding and agreement as I looked down to get a glimpse inside the drawer. From where I lay, all I could see was a stack of purple diapers in the drawer, and nothing else. I sighed as I had a feeling where this was going. "I assure you Andrea, I plan to make this as quick and comfortable as possible, and not in the least bit embarrassing, okay? Remember, I'm a medical professional, and my job is to make sure you leave here healthy and infection free, not cause you unneeded embarrassment." I nodded again at her as she pulled closed the curtain around the bed. Even though I was in a private room, it was another level of privacy. She pulled the blankets off to the side and pulled my hospital gown up, leaving my half-naked body exposed, wearing nothing but gray hospital issued socks and a soggy purple diaper. She looked over it for a moment, though at the time, I wasn't sure quite at what. She returned to the drawer for a moment, pulling out a few supplies and setting them aside. The first appeared to be some form of body powder, I didn't recognize the brand. The second was a large jar of Balmex, which I could tell immediately from the smell. I never liked that smell. The third was a large package of adult wipes, and finally she set out a clean Molicare diaper. Like an expert, she popped the four tapes open and carefully rolled me onto my side. She lifted one leg using her shoulder and wiped my buttocks and privates completely clean. The wipes were a bit chill, but the clean sensation felt nice over my half-numb body. She then opened up the jar and applied a healthy layer of Balmex to my skin, followed by a light powdering. She then expertly lay down the diaper and gently rolled my bare body back onto it, snuggly wrapping the diaper along my hips, taping it back shut. All in all, it really was like getting cleaned after a refreshing bath. "There." She said, smiling at me as she was proud of her work. She nimbly rolled up the used items and tossed them in the biohazard bin near the door, putting the diapering supplies back into the drawer before throwing the gloves away. "Thanks." I said, uncertain of what reaction most people gave the men and women who changed diapers for others. The last time I had worn diapers I couldn't have been older than two, and certainly I didn't thank anyone then. She smiled back at me in response. "Of course, it's all to keep you comfortable and from developing any kind of infections. If you have any questions, or you think you need another cleanup before myself or one of my coworkers comes, just call, okay?" I nodded and thanked her again as she took her leave. I looked over at the clock, and though it was early in the afternoon, I had nothing better to do but close my eyes and return to sleep. * * * The day had arrived. Two days after the accident, the hospital had cleared me to go home. I was given my own clothes back, but I wore of Michelle's old college lounge pants. Unfortunately my jeans were far too tight to fit much less hide the shape of the diapers I was now wearing, so I had them stuffed into a bag. At least once I got back to Michelle's, I could just wear pajama pants without question. Dave had me set up in a wheelchair, standard hospital procedure for discharge patients. He had rolled the of us down into the main room, where we waited for Michelle on the other side of a large glass window. The hotel always had a very classy waiting room, spacious and surrounded on two sides with massive glass windows. The floor was a sparkling black tile with white flecks, and the furniture matched that. Black countertops and table tops for the reception area, and navy blue padded couches in the waiting areas. We needn't wait long before I pointed out Michelle's SUV. Like I assumed, the SUV looked just as perfect as when we had left my old apartment. It looked as though Michelle cleared out some of my boxes, which she likely stored in her garage. She stepped out of the car as Dave pushed me out to meet her. The three of us politely said our goodbyes and thank yous, and off we went. Fortunately, Michelle lived near the hospital and, much to my relief, we didn't need to take any major highways. We didn't talk much on the ride; she had nothing to say, and I didn't mind the silent trip for once. It wasn't more than a half hour before her little blue house came into view. Michelle lived in a small middle-class neighborhood in a semi-rural subdivision. Like many of the homes in the area, they're small little one floor homes. We always assumed the entire subdivision was made up of small pre-fabricated homes, but over the past fifty years, some were demolished, others renovated, and others left perfectly as is. Michelle lived in one of the updated ones, where the size of the home was still the same, but everything on the outside and inside was updated into the modern generation. She pulled into the driveway of the little house, parking just outside her garage. The garden full of ornate copper sculptures and well-trimmed bushes, coupled with freshly mowed grass like a traditional well-kept suburban home. She opened up the car door and helped me to my feet, leading me up the short cement walk into the front door. The home was cleaner than I remembered seeing it last. Michelle must have worked night and day to get it back to this level. Like I said before, she's known to be quite a bit of a slob. Her living room was relatively neat, save for the piles of pillows and blankets that covered her favorite easy chair. The mossy green carpet was free of stains and complimented the warm brown walls. I walked past the couch and coffee table as Michelle led me down the hall to the left. She stepped ahead of me before stopping and pushing open the door to one of the rooms. "Well, this is the place! What do you think?" She said excitedly as she stepped back and gave me space to look over the room. The office was nicely renovated from a bedroom into a small spare room and office hybrid. The walls were a nice shade of mint green, complimenting the dark green carpet, and dark brown blackout-shade curtains covering the large single window. To the right of the room sat a black computer desk, complete with desktop and printer, also well cleaned, though the ringed stains of coffee mugs were distinctly burned into the tabletop forever. To the left was the twin sized bed and nightstand, a matching black coloration with another shade of green on its leaf printed comforter. Everything seemed pretty normal until I continued looking around the room and spotted the dresser to my direct left. On top of it sat an open case of diapers, with a variety of creams, powders, and wipes by brands I had never heard of before. Clearly, Michelle had done her homework before I got here. "It's wonderful Michelle, you've more than outdone yourself." I told her, smiling as I turned around and gave her a hug. She smiled back at me, squeezing me tightly for a moment before letting go. "I'll go get the two boxes of clothes I put in the garage, okay?" I nodded in agreement and sat myself down on the bed as she left. I kicked back and relaxed for a moment as she brought the boxes inside. As before, I thanked Michelle for her help as she plopped them down. "Really, it isn't any trouble." She said. "I know if it was the other way around, you'd do the same for me." She was right of course; if she was in an accident, I'd more than happily house her until she could get back on her feet "In that case." I began, "Would you mind handing me some of my clothes? The doctors didn't want me lifting or bending like that with my damaged spine. You know, the whole lack of pain sensitivity thing." "Stay where you are!" She said, nearly interrupting me with her enthusiasm. "I've got you covered, I'll pass em up." She finished as she kneeled on the floor alongside me, opening up the boxes, and handing out shirts, one by one. Around then, it hit me again. I hadn't thought about it much since I completely voided my bladder at the hospital, but suddenly I felt the urge to pee. It came on quickly, and I realized the sensation, but by the time I did it was too late. There was no way in hell I would have been able to make it to a toilet in time, much less stop myself. Every effort I tried to slow or stop the stream did nothing. It rushed out quickly like a faucet, dousing my entire diaper in warm water. The warmth spread from between my legs up the front and back as it pooled inside my diaper. But then the unthinkable happened. I started to feel the warm liquid stream down one of my legs. I looked down in horror and was completely mortified. It wasn't bad enough that I was wetting my pants without realizing it, nor was it bad enough that I was wearing a diaper to keep others from knowing I was wetting my pants, but the diaper leaaked and now my urine was making a dark spot on the crotch of my pants as well as down the leg. I froze in horror and must have turned a dozen shades darker as I looked down at Michelle. She knew. "Stay right there Andrea, I know what to do." Michelle said, surprisingly calm about the situation as she got up and walked out of the room. How did she know what to do? She acted like this wasn't a first for her. Michelle didn't have kids, and I couldn't think of any ageing family memebers she would have taken care of. Michelle came back into the room with a towel over her arm, and some kind of large navy-blue pad in the other. She lay the pad down on the floor and set the towel underneath me. "Now slowly and carefully...lay down here, okay?" Michelle said, motioning towards the pad as she got back to her feet. She took my hands to help me move and position myself, and I followed her words, the embarrassment stuck to my face as I looked over towards her. I am so so sorry..." I said, looking a bit frustrated at her, but all Michelle did was smile. "It's okay." She assured me. "This isn't my first go around if you haven't guessed." She responded. I didn't completely understand what she meant, but I assumed that maybe there was another friend or family member that had a similar situation in the past. "Did the staff teach you how to properly change yourself? I think that's why it leaked." She asked me extremely plainly and a bit bluntly, though considering the situation that just unfolded, it was quite appropriate. "No," I responded. "Not really anyways. I clearly don't think I have a good handle on it." That was putting it simply. By my flushed cheeks and soaked pants, saying I didn't have a handle on it was a serious understatement. But Michelle didn't pry much farther before taking charge a bit. "In that case, she responded, let me show you how it's done." She stood up for a moment, grabbing an armful of products off the dresser. She carefully peeled off my wet pants, balling them up and throwing them to the side. I turned more shades of red, not because I was exposed around Michelle, she had seen me naked before, but instead because I was laying on her floor in a drenched and leaking diaper. She smiled at me before speaking again. "You don't have to watch if it make you uncomfortable, but I want to do it right for you, okay?" I didn't really know how to respond at the time, though I decided I should watch her to learn how it was done. She carefully peeled open the tabs of the diaper and lifted my legs up to pull the diaper out. My spine didn't seem to mind the motion, so I didn't stop her. She didn't stop there, taking a few wipes and cleaning off all my skin, from my buttocks and vaginal areas, to down my thigh and leg where I had initially leaked. She unfolded a brand new Molicare and slipped it in place where she removed the last diaper from, if not a bit higher. She then used a different set of lotions and powders, as these distinctly smelled of soft cocoa butter, nothing like that strong disgusting Destin from the hospital. Confident of her work, she lay my legs back down, split around the diaper and folded the plastic material over my waist, fastening it much tighter and better fitting than I had. "And that Andrea, is how it's done." She said proudly, and without another word, picked up my balled up pants and the dirty diaper and walked away. She left my laying on her floor in nothing but a diaper, a tee shirt, and a pair of striped socks. I sat up trying to comprehend that as well. It didn't feel right, but also didn't feel wrong. At least, it didn't feel wrong until my uncontrollable bladder felt that it wasn't done with its previous actions, and gave me another warm, yet small squirt into the crotch of my new diaper. Great. I sat up at that point and found a new pair of pants to wear, carefully pulling them on. They didn't fit quite right, but at least I could close the button in the front. Unlike the lounge pants that I had ruined, these pants did nothing to hide the massive bulge I felt between my legs and over my backside. I also couldn't pull these pants any higher, the top lip of my diaper peeking over my pants with no way to push it back in. "We might need to get you some new pants for a little while." I looked back towards the door and saw Michelle leaning against the door frame, shaking her head at me. It was time I asked. "Alright, I'll bite. Michelle, how do you know so much about diapers and how to take care of someone wearing them? I wanted to ask before, but it just kind of caught me completely off guard." I asked her, giving her a curious expression as she walked into the room and sat down on the desk chair. "Well," She began, as though she was about to tell a story. Her voice trailed off and instead of continuing, she unbuttoned her high-waisted pants and worked off her belt. She pulled her shirt upwards slightly to reveal just how high her pants sit on her hips and started to slide her pants off, revealing something that I didn't expect. Instead of the undergarments one would expect to see on a person taking off their pants, Michelle sat in front of me with her pants around her knees and a white diaper with blue tapes around her waist. It sagged very slightly on her hips with a yellow stripe that was starting to turn a distinct shade of blue "It never came up." She continued. "I've been incontinent most of my life, but it's sometimes controllable. I wear swim diapers, and sometimes pull up pants that look like briefs if we're going out somewhere awesome, but if I know I'm not going to be able to reach a bathroom in a reasonable time, diapers it is." She didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed by her predicament and smiles at me. "I don't think any less of you, and I hope you don't think any less of me either." Michelle finished off as she stood back up and started to work her pants back on. Admittedly, I was a bit jealous. She knew just what to wear to make me none the wiser to her diaper wearing. "No! Of course not!" I said quickly as I started to feel better. "Michelle, you're my best friend. What you wear under your clothes doesn't make you any less my friend. And...well, it is super helpful that someone knows how to put one of these on." I patted my backside, indicating the diapers on my hip. "You know what that means, right?" Michelle excitedly asked as she stood back up and took both my hands in hers. A wide smile spread across her face as she pulled me back up onto my own feet. "What?" "It's time to go shopping!" Michelle grinned excitedly and pulled the both of us to the door.

I have log ago accepted I am a life long DL. I became one when I was about 4 to 5 years old because I was diapered at night for bedwetting. When I was growing up as a teen, there was no internet so I had no idea there were others who also likes wearing diapers. It really helps to know there are thousands of people who like wearing diapers. That doesn't mean I have to always feel good about it even though I accept it. I've said many times that a person should have a good healthy balance between their AB/DL lifestyle and the real world. Diapers may be on my mind a lot at times, but I actually wear only a few days a week and not for that long at a time. I have a regular life outside of diapers and consider them as just one of my many interests, kind of like a hobby. It can help people be accepting of themselves if they keep a few things in mind: 1. There are thousands of normal people all over the world who like wearing diapers. Clergymen, Police Officers, Teachers, Doctors, Military Men and Women, Construction Workers, Lawyers, Politicians, Store Clerks, people from all walks of life. 2. It's really not any different from other sexual kinks. Some people have a rubber fetish, a foot fetish, are into bondage, whips and chains, domination or other kinks. Diapers are just another kink to many. 3. It could be considered a vice, but wearing a diaper is not as bad as doing drugs, raping women, getting drunk all the time, and there are a lot worse things. 4. You don't have to have your life revolve around diapers. They will always be a part of you, deep down ingrained in your mind but just like anything, too much can be detrimental. You don't always have to like how you feel about diapers. Sometimes you will be thrilled and in Heaven when you are having diaper fun, then later you may feel disgusted at yourself for doing it. That's normal, especially after sex or masturbation. The diaper urges go away and you think, "I'm a disgusting person, wearing and wetting diapers at my age". After a few days the interest will come back and you won't feel so down on yourself. 5. Keep it in perspective. You know you don't need or have to wear diapers but you enjoy it at times. It's not the total of who you are as a person, just one part of you overall. You're still the same person who has a good job, friends, maybe wife and kids and lots of hobbies and interests. It's not really any different than the sexual play some couples do before sex. "You be the school teacher and I'll be the naughty boy", or "Wear that skimpy French Maid outfit tonight!" You have no idea what your friends do behind their own doors. It may be a lot more kinky than wearing diapers. Just remember the fetish will probably always be with you. You don't always have to like it but there are times you will love it! It can be a bit of a love hate relationship and you have to deal with it. Accepting who you are and your interest in diapers is one step, but remember that diapers are just a small part of who you are over all. Your still the great person you have always been. You just happen to share a secret with thousands of others just like you.

Hi :-) Proper enema equipment won't get clogget, don't worry. I would recommend you to buy classical enema bag. It is most comfortable way of administering enema when you do it alone. Enema can have really powerful purifying effect for your body. Some people say, it is actually very healthy to perform enema from time to time. You don't need anything special to make enema work. I would maybe skip epsom salt or anything at first. Just plain filtered water (please avoid tap water, it's not worth the risk) is enough. The key for messy effect is not in solution, but in holding water inside for at least 10 minutes. If you will use plain water without any salt, your body will also absorb some part of it, which will result in urge to pee as a bonus! :-) Water for enema should be a bit warmer than your body - when you touch the water by your elbow, it should feel warm, but not too hot. If you are beginner, then 0.5 litre of water will probably be enough for first attempt. Amounts up to 4 litres are said to be safe. Be sure to stop water immediately if you would feel any pressure during the process. You can change possition and allow water to spread in your intestines. When pressure stopped, you can start the water again. If you would feel any pain, stop the session! You can administer enema anytime (as long as you don't have any contraindication for it, e.g. rectal bleeding, gastrointestinal tract disease or something like that). Best time, although, is in the morning before breakfast - the purifying effect will be best at this time. It is recommended to skip meat and greasy or highly processed food after enema - at least if you want to promote it's purifying effect. Whole procedure of administering enema can be found for example here: https://www.nursingtimes.net/clinical-archive/gastroenterology/how-to-administer-an-enema/203226.article Hope it helps :-)

I'm the same, I'm in diapers full time but I wear briefs over the top. Helps to keep diapers from sagging and becoming more noticeable