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2 WEEKS AGO- I was thrown back into my seat as I slammed the gas. The engine roaring as I ripped down the black top. I looked in my mirror and saw my opponent, left in the dust. They had no chance against me on these streets. As I past the quarter mile marker, I let off the gas and began slowing down. I could feel my heart pumping fast and that adrenaline rush felt so good. I rode up to my team and my best friend came up to my window. "9.23 seconds! That's the fastest you have gone yet!" "Great!" I yelled back before cruising back to my parking spot. I shut the beast down and got out, making sure not to ding the wide swinging door on anything. "Alright, girl, that's the last run tonight. Why don't you go get rest some before we get on the road?" My father said, coming mk up to me. "Okay daddy. Goodnight." "Goodnight, my little speed demon" --------------- So my name's Danielle, but you can call me Danny. I'm a 20 year old female from the state of Texas and for as long as I can remember, I've been a car junkie. When I was 9, I was always in the garage with my dad working on his pride and joy. It was a 1970 dodge charger with a 426 hemi under the hood. For many years, we worked on that car. As I got older, I started doing bigger and bigger jobs involving the car. I remember when I was 15, we finally got it running, and it immediately blew out the muffler with a loud bang! When I turned 18, my dad handed me the keys. Ever since then, I've been building the hell out of it, and now, it's the baddest mother fucker around. However my story gets really weird, really fast. So buckle up. ----------------- "Danny, it's almost midnight. You need to come in to sleep." "Just give me another 30 minutes, Dad. I'm almost done installing the new valve covers I just got in!" "Alright then, just don't lose track of time. I'm going to bed." Dad said, before leaving the garage. 'Finally,' I thought to myself. I felt like I hadn't had any alone time since the races two weeks ago. I got back to work installing the new, fully chrome, valve covers when I heard acar come screeching towards the garage door and then a strange zapping noise that made my ears pop. I looked up from the engine bay and realized I wasn't in my garage anymore. Instead, I was in a very shiny garage with a thousand or more tools. Everything looked like it had never been used at all. My car definitely looked odd in this garage since it was faded and slightly rusted in some spots. I'm a girl of performance instead of looks so I never bothered with it. Before I could continue looking at the strange garage I found myself in, my phone began to ring, and it wasn't a number I recognized. I let it go to voicemail and almost immediately, it called again. I answered it the second time. "Who the hell is this?" "My name is Alex Tesla. I'm sure you're wanting to know what is happening to you right now. If you would please walk thru the door behind you, and I'll explain." I turned around and saw a door that I hadn't noticed before. "How did you get my number, and what's going on?" "Please Danny, walk thru the door and I'll explain everything." The female voice on the other end said before the call went dead. 'Can this day get any weirder?' I asked myself as I put my phone away and went thru the door. What I saw on the other side made me gasp. It was a house, but everything was huge! Everything from the couches to the TV's to the kitchen stove was gigantic. 'Yup. it just got weirder...' As I was looking around, a lady came out of the gigantic living room. As she came up to me, I quickly realized that she was also huge. She towered over me and it nearly scared me to death. I started to back up against the door when she stopped moving towards me. "Danny, I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay. I am just trying to help you." "Where the hell am I and why are you so damn big?!" I said, my voice shaking slightly, giving away my fear more than I wanted to. "You're perfectly safe in my home, sweetie. As far as the size of me and all of this, maybe it's best if you take a seat." The lady said, motioning towards a chair that I hadn't noticed before. It was actually my size so a slowly walked to it and sat down. "So what is going on? What happened to my home. Was I drugged or something? Is this some sort of fucked up hallucination?" I said, then pinched myself for good measure. I looked up at the very tall lady I assumed was this Alex Tesla that called me. "No. Everything is real, believe it or not." She crouched down Infront of me and gently smiled at me. I couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed from her warm expression. "So, as far as the size of everything, that is because you have been transported to a different dimension. I don't know how to tell you this very easily so I'm just going to say it. You were nearly killed, sweetie." I stared at her like she was crazy. "Nearly killed? A different dimension? What are you talking about?" "I'm sure you noticed the screeching sound outside your garage just before you came here? That was a car that had just lost control, and it crashed right into your garage, crushing you in-between the two cars. I grabbed your life essence with a dimensional portal and took you here and brought you back with our advanced medicine and put you in the garage with your car before you awoke." She said to me, taking my hand a squeezing it gently. "Wait. So you're telling me that I'm technically dead in my dimension?" I said, stunned. "I'm afraid so sweetie." I just looked at her a moment before tears started to build in my eyes. "What about my dad?" I choked up. "Oh baby, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." Alex said as she wrapped her arms around me in a huge embrace as I tried not to cry "I'll never be able to see my father again?" I said, sniffling. "I'm afraid not, sweetie." She responded, rubbing my back with her hand. That's when I just lost it and started balling. I was always slightly emotional and if this wasn't a time to get emotional. Alex picked my up and held me as I cried. I didn't pay attention to what she was doing too much until she put a bottle in my mouth. "Shhh baby girl, it's okay. Drink this and it will help." Alex said. So I began drinking. Don't know why it was a bottle, but it definitely wasn't the craziest thing I've experienced today. As I continued to drink the bottle, I started to get tired, and before I knew it, i was asleep. When I woke up, I was in a very comfy bed. However the bed wasn't a normal bed. This one had bars going up way above my head. It looked like a crib and I was a bit unnerved by it. As I got up, I realized that the bed wasn't the only thing off. I felt something thick holding my legs apart, so I looked down and saw two things. One, was my outfit was different. I was now in this pastel pink onesie looking thing. And two, was that under the snaps on the onesie, was a thick diaper! 'Why the FUCK am I in a diaper?' I thought to myself. As if on cue, my bladder told me that I needed to pee, and now. I stoop up and tried to reach the top of the crib bars so I could climb out and get out of this stupid diaper, but the top was still out of my reach. At that point, my bladder couldn't wait any longer, and I began to flood the diaper. I couldn't believe it at all. I was fine one second, and then only a minute later, I was desperately soaking a diaper. Nothing in this stupid world made any sense! I began to cry again as all my emotions started to flood over and Alex came in quickly. "Oh princess, don't cry! I'm here now!" She said, picking me up. "I know all this is so different for you but I promise everything will be okay, baby girl" I leaned into her as I sobbed and couldn't help from feeling comforted by her. After a bit, my cries slowed to just sniffling and Alex sat down on the huge couch with me on her lap. I looked up at her and was reminded how huge she was. "I'm sorry... It's just all that's happened. Me dying and all. -sniffle- and this diaper. Why am I in a diaper?" I said, just now thinking about it again. She looked at me softly as she held me in her lap. She then began to explain the world and how it was different than my world as there were littles, inbetweeners, and Amazon's. She was an Amazon and I was a little apparently. She told me about the natural instincts of Amazon's and how the world wasn't built for littles. With everything so big and dangerous, most littles are just seen as babies that need to be cared for. "So I'm just a baby for you then?" I asked. "While yes, you are my baby girl now, I won't be regressing you or anything else like the cruel things I mentioned some of my kind like to do." She responded with a gentle squeeze that was to reassure me. "But you littles are very small and need extra things like diapers and special care." I started thinking about everything she said and then remembered. "Okay, that makes sense and all. But what about my car and that garage that seemed my size." Alex thought for a moment before answering. "Well. I'm a car enthusiast myself and I thought it would be really nice to have a baby car enthusiast mechanic." "Well as long as I get to keep my car, I guess I'm okay with the whole thing." I said, before thinking how crazy I sounded. "Great! I know we are going to have so much fun together! I can already see it." Alex practically squealed. "So before I set the rules of the house down, would like to see my car?" She smiled down at me and I couldn't help but smile back. "Sure." Alex stood up then, and carried me to a much bigger door that was next to the garage door I came in thru. She opened it and turned the light on. "There it is!" She squealed happily. "Oh my god." Were the only words I could get out. ------------ This crazy idea just popped in my head tonight and I scribbled it down as fast as I could. Let me know what y'all think and I'll keep on writing when I can.

Bettypooh gave me the greatest advice towards my goal of diaper dependancy by simply explaining to me to not worry about my bladder and just let nature take its course. At the beginning of my unpotty training mentally I was frustrated constantly analyzing if I have my bladder sphincters relaxed. Now I simply go potty in my diaper whenever I feel the urge to do so. It could mean that I leak just a little into my padding or flood my diaper. Staying this course takes a lot of patience and preservation and you have to be in it for the long run to see results.

For me having to wear nappies and being incontinent somehow just feels right to me. I slipped back in to nightly bedwetting just like being reunited with a long lost friend. Now six years on and I am never dry at night and couldn't be happier. I have little control over my bladder during the day and wear nappies all the time and honestly couldn't be happier. Some o us are just meant to be this way.

Hi peeps . so my other half knows about my fetish she is a dominant and im a sub. i told her about my fetish and she enjoys with me i like to be dominated and humiliated by her and spoken to like crap. i find it a big turn on we decided to do some roll play. i wanted the scene that i had a stash of nappies and she was cleaning up and found them so a few weeks ago i was down stairs minding my own business as you do. she shouted me she came down the stairs with handcuffs a pacifier and a nappy . she said in a mean harsh voice whose are these . i denied it and kept on denying it. she said well there for an adult are they yours ? i replied no. never seen them before in my life . i had a guilt ridden face. it felt so real. she grabbed hold of me and said if your going to act like a baby your going to be treated like one. she striped me down to nothing. and said they must be yours . your dick is hard she forced me on the rug on my back lifted my legs up and put the nappy on me. she then put the dummy in my mouth and handcuffed my hands behind my back and gave me corner time. she was laughing at me and told me what i look like. after that she send me to bed and handcuffed me to bed. and when i looked down at my self. she laughed and said you got a nappy on. she then went on to tease me with her pussy and she said see this . your not getting nothing . babies dont get sex and of cause i didn't get noting that night. hope you enjoyed the read we have just brought a changing mat and she thinking of buying me some cloths to go with it

As some of you know, Pudding and I were on vacation last week. And vacations are fun and all, but we had NO writing time! So on the plane ride home we decided to write a short story. This one has been up on our Patreon since last week, but we want to share it with DD as well. Please consider supporting us on our Patreon! We also do commissions now! Enjoy! ~Sophie --------------------------------- Sissy In The Sky With Diapers by: Sophie & Pudding “Oh you’re making too much of a fuss about it, Sunny.” His face still screwed up when I called him that, despite the fact I’d been doing it for over a year now. Sunny just had a much nicer ring to it than Sonnet, and with the way our dynamic had developed it was only a natural progression. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, slinking down into himself, and picking at the tips of his tangerine painted nails and puffed out his similarly glossed lips. It was just a plane full of five hundred people - what was the big deal? “This isn’t fair,” I said again. It was all I’d said for the past hour, until Luna dragged me onto the plane and plopped me down in the window seat. This past year with her was... well, it was an amazing experience. But this was our first vacation together, and she it made clear before we left the house: it would be unlike anything we had ever done. “If it were fair, we wouldn’t be having any fun now would we?” I leaned over and kissed his cheek, using the gesture to slip my hand down the front of his jeans - my jeans, really, that I’d had him wearing for weeks now - and brush my hand over the front of the silken garment I’d coerced him to wear out of the house. He was so damn cute in silk panties, squirming. If he thought this was bad, he had no idea how much more exciting I was going to make it! I always liked dressing like a girl. It was just one of those things. In high school, I hated it. And in college, I was ambivalent. But this past year, since Luna found out... well I had the opportunity to really enjoy it, without the shame and guilt. And the funny thing was, Luna loved it too! She always had a really strong maternal side, eager to take care of the men in her life. We completed each other, as cliche as it was. And I was just so happy. Or rather, happy when I could hide myself behind the walls of my apartment. Days like this, when Luna put her foot down and dressed me up to go outside, I was all nerves... “You look really cute you know, though I think you’d be a lot cuter in what I’m wearing now.” Which meant a lot of things: the strappy little sundress, cute tights, and lace bracelets. It meant a bra that made it look like my poor under-endowed chest was anything other than modest, and it meant something else I was wearing in place of panties. A garment that I had every intention of transposing upon my little pretty boy. “We need to go to the bathroom.” We. Yes. We hadn’t been in the air more than ten minutes and I was already so embarrassed that I wouldn’t look up from my feet. Any smart person would have thought Luna’s comment about my being cute in her clothes was harmless, but it was anything but. And as if fate was on her side, the seatbelt light turned off only a second later. She pulled me out of the seat and I tugged her back to sit down. “You want to make a scene?” she whispered at me, and I looked around to find a few people staring. My stomach sank and I followed my girlfriend shyly to the restroom. I practically skipped. Sunny dragged his feet. It was a good analogy for the way we approached our dynamic - I was attracted to his shyness and pretty face, and he was attracted to my carefree confidence... and my pretty face. I opened the door to the cramped little restroom and shoved him inside roughly enough for anybody around to look up and investigate. Before they could, I’d closed the door behind the two of us and pinned his back to the mirror with the force of my lips alone. Spider and prey. Luna and I were the same height, but on days like this, when I wore her panties and jeans, she always wore heels to give herself the advantage. When we kissed, I had to look up. She held my chin to look at her. I tasted her strawberry lip gloss and my eyes fluttered closed. Wow... It was tight and awkward in the bathroom, tiny and oddly shaped, but neither of us were very big anyway, though I was essentially a girl shaped storm. I unbuttoned the jeans he wore, made sure to pull them down to his thighs, made sure when I did it I was standing behind him and he could see himself in the mirror in my peach colored panties. Be blushed. I bit his neck. This was going to be so much fun. Luna’s teeth sunk into my neck and left a small purple mark. That I belonged to her. She would leave hickeys on my neck whenever she felt possessive, and I could never once stop her. I saw in the mirror as her hand drifted over the waistband of my peach panties and I gasped. Mm... “Luna...” “Miss Luna,” I corrected him, and ran my fingers up the front of his panties when I said it to silence any arguments. Nice and smooth, because I made him tuck the way I learned about online. Smooth like a girl. My fingers pressed and pushed and I whispered in his ear. “You keep saying you’re a boy, Sunny, but I don’t feel anything here at all...” One nice side effect was that when I teased him and taunted him, his taped down boyhood would leak between his legs. And I’d tease him more for “getting wet”. “I am a boy, Miss Luna,” I muttered quietly, less sure of myself every day I spent with her. I could live full time as her sissy boy if I wanted. But the idea of going to work like that terrified me. Or what if my brother found out! No, this was private. Private between me and her, and... 500 passengers on the plan. She pushed between my legs and I whimpered. Her touch always felt amazing. “You don’t feel like a boy to me... maybe you’re just confused, Sunny? Maybe you need help seeing what I see?” I moved my hand up his hips to the cute little pastel top I’d had him wear - androgynous enough without a bra underneath anyway - and I tugged it up up over his tummy, up over his nipples. “When we get to the island, we’re going to get your tummy pierced.” I ran a finger around his navel as I spoke. “And get you some pretty bikini tan lines that no boy would ever have...” “Miss Luna, please don’t... I have a meeting next Monday, if anybody...” My voice trailed off into awkward whines. Was she serious? It was impossible to tell with her. I would wait until either my belly button was pierced or I was on the plane home. A whole week of this... her constant teasing... could she keep this up for that long? “Please, Miss Luna. I’ll be good.” “A good what?” Oh man, was I embarrassed. The boy in the mirror, in his tight panties, his revealing nipples, and round, pink cheeks... I sure didn’t look like a boy... “A good girl, Miss Luna...” “God I love you, you little airhead.” I pulled the top up over his head and dropped it adjacent to the sink, leaving him in only his panties, standing in front the mirror from which he couldn’t escape. “Do you want to wear my dress, Sunny? Do you want to be allowed to wear my dress and walk back out into the plane, walk allllll the way back to our seats where everybody will see and know what a little sissy you are?” My words weren’t malicious. I knew what worked for his long denied and tortured libido. I looked at her eyes, milky brown and shining with excitement. And I was so nervous. Walking back down that aisle, everyone gawking, calling me a sissy girl, and all the humiliation that went along with it. Automatically, before the consequences could form in my mind, I had already agreed. “Yes Miss Luna. Please may I wear your pretty dress, even though everyone will see me?” “Tell me what you like about it. Tell me your favorite things about it.” I was taller than he was with the grace of my heels and I made sure to stand behind him while I spoke, using his body facing the mirror to obscure mine. There were secrets beneath this dress that he needed to be kept from knowing until the dress was off my dainty shoulders and settled down on his. “It’s.. pink and feminine. Unmistakably. And only a girl would wear something like that. I like the straps and the frill at the bottom and how it accentuates your breasts even though I don’t have any and... and it’s yours and I want to dress like you Miss Luna. Please...” He took my breath away, he really did. We always described this as something we did for him, but it would be a bald faced lie to say I didn’t love it. I took his hand with his painted nails that the gate agent had stared at on the way in, and guided it to his borrowed panties. “Just like I showed you, one finger right down between, touch your cunny, Sunny.” To inspire him to do just that, to rub his restrained boyhood like a girl, I began to pull the dress off the top of my head behind him, revealing the bra that he’d soon be wearing. One finger, exactly where she told me to. A special spot where girls liked to be touched. It took me a little while to figure out the right thing to do, but I had months of practice. I pushed and rubbed with only my index finger against the satin, dampened panties. I was so distracted, I never even noticed Luna undressing. The first time he noticed me was when I needed his arm to push through the strap of the bra, but before he could complain about it I directed him to continue his touching. And he did. Eyes fixated on his chest as the padded bra cupped his soft skin and shaped what wasn’t there into the illusion that something was. I tugged taut, made sure he could feel it, clasped the hooks and let it snap against his lower back. Boys didn’t wear bras. Ergo, he wasn’t a boy. His eyes were more interested in his lace cupped chest than they even were in my naked one. So sexy. The dress would be next, and then something very new. Something I’d yet to share with him. My breathing was heavy and uneven. Every few moments, I would close my eyes and imagine Luna on her knees, with her lips around my... I bit my lip and shook my head. I was a girl. Her girl. She would never get on her knees for me, and she would never put her lips on a part of me that I didn’t have. The admission that my manhood was not only locked away, but gone, was… overwhelming. My orange satin panties were dark between my legs. I dropped the dress over his head. I pulled down his borrowed jeans. I left his panties for a moment longer and then tugged those down, too, breaking the spell of his touching with firm words. “You made these so wet, Sunny, soaking wet with Sunny’s cunny hunny, you must be such a girl, girls get wet and the wetter they are the more girly they are. I bet you wanna get even wetter, don’t you?” Even if he could have seen me from his angle, I doubt his unfocused eyes would even have noticed that I was wearing a diaper. A diaper damp and warm with my own arousal. A diaper I’d be making him wear in only a few more moments. “Mm..” Luna took me by the chin and looked into my eyes. I was still shy, but tempered to her words. One strong swing and she could shatter me. And that’s exactly what she did. “Uh huh, wetter, more girly...” I didn’t know how much the fact I had broader hips and bubblier butt would impact the taping job I’d done on myself when I pulled the diaper up his legs. But his thighs were thicker and his waist was enough for it to be a remarkably snug fit. And enough for me to tease him about. “It fits so well, you must be becoming more like me, Sunny, more of a sissy and less of a boy, a cushy bubbly behind and pretty hips for all the boys to stare at.” I knew he liked that. I knew he didn’t have any attraction to guys, but he was thoroughly smitten with the idea of them objectifying him. Wanting to have him. Defile him. I was sparing when I pulled that string because I didn’t want to wear out the note. Besides, I had more to go on now. “You’re so girly and wet that you need this, you need proper panties to soak up all your girlish hunny, don’t you?” A... diaper? I didn’t understand. She was wearing only a moment before, but with some tight wiggling, managed to slip it off her hips. But why was she wearing it at all? Why did she slide it up my legs, and why did she try so hard to pull it into place on me? I didn’t wear diapers. I didn’t need a diaper! On instinct, before the thought even came to my mouth, my hands tried to undo the tapes. It only barely fit anyway. Obviously she made a mistake. I took his hand and moved it from the tapes to down lower. I pushed - helped him feel that he could still touch himself like a girl - and made a very clear distinction. “You’re a lusty little slut, my airheaded little sissy. Far too wet for grown up panties. The wetter you are, the girlier you are. How girly can you be? How much of a sissy will you be for me, Sunny?” I let his hand go. Let him run his course. I was completely naked in front of him. Even after a year, Luna’s body was a work of art. Small and simple. Subtle curves. Almost plain, if she wasn’t so radiant, like an angel. Almost childish, if you couldn’t see past her hairless skin and into her mischievous eyes. Luna made me stop in my tracks when she was fully undressed, and she knew it. Her lips touched mine. Softly. Testing me. Waiting for me to make a decision. Her, or a diaper. What was more important? What did I want to focus on? I kissed her back and touched the soft plastic between my legs. “If you’re not rubbing hard enough for me to hear you crinkle like a a fairy, I’ll stop kissing you.” There was nothing romantic about the plane bathroom. Nothing romantic about the way he pushed me back onto the commode once my kisses had combined enough with his touching and made him passionate and wanton. But it didn’t matter about the venue, because we were the very essence of romance itself. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor and I blushed furiously. I had been grinding my padded crotch into my girlfriend’s knee when it happened. And worse yet, she pushed me off and started getting dressed. “Wait, wait!” I whispered. “Please, Miss Luna, don’t stop now, please!” But she had already pulled on my wet panties and tight jeans. This... this wasn’t fair!! He was still whiny when I pulled him out of the bathroom. While I adored the way the traveler eager to use the restroom looked at us, Sunny looked mortified. Good. In his new dress; the first of many, and his diaper; the first of many, and his bra; a new norm, he was pretty enough to eat up. That would have to wait until we got back to our hotel, though. I sat down in my seat by the window, feeling the stares and whispers of the passengers. Was my dress too short? Had the tights bunched up? Or did I crinkle when I walked? Did they know I was wearing a diaper? Were they laughing at the sissy boy, or the baby sissy boy? I was almost in tears when Luna leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Shh,” she told me. “You’re my good little girl. They don’t matter. You’ll be getting the reward tonight, not them.” Her words warmed my heart and I pushed my face into her chest just as she put her palm on the front of my dress, crinkling the ill-fitted diaper. “And the wetter you are when we get to the hotel, the better the reward.” The wetter I was? Well... I could think of a few ways...

Recently there have been a lot of great discussions regarding the desire to wear diapers permanently and diaper dependency. Many of us share these desires and thoughts amongst our community which has led to the twelve month diaper program and mulitiple guides of how to unpotty train oneself. I will share with you my own personal experiences of wearing diapers permanently as I continue towards my desire of diaper dependany. To begin with I do not like the phrase "24/7". In this post I will use words such as "permanent" and "full-time" to describe being diapered. There are no right or wrong choices when it comes to YOUR decision to persue wearing diapers permanently. You are the only person that truly knows what diapers mean to you and how strong those desires are inside of you. Before you decide to wear diapers full-time I recommend you ask yourself some questions. "Why do I want to wear diapers for the rest of my life?" Your mind is telling you that you desire to wear diapers all the time but why do you have these thoughts. Maybe it is as simple as you are experiencing some physical control issues with your bladder or bowels and you want to save yourself from the embarrassment of having an accident in your pants. Are you running to the bathroom all day and you are just tired of the potty marathon? Is it the wetspot that forms in your pants with the untimely sneeze or laughing hysterically? Choosing to wear diapers permanently for a physical reason is why adult diapers were designed and this is a great reason to make the decision to do so. It releives the mental anguish and stress of the potty monster and provides comfort and security. Maybe the reasons are more in your mind. Where diapers provide security for those with control issues they also can provide a secuirty blanket for one's being. Does being padded relieve your anxiety or mental stress? Does being in a diaper all the time take away your worries and fears? Maybe they regress you back to a simplier time and help to relieve the stress of everday life. If wearing a diaper all the time makes you fell better on the inside then put a diaper on and be happy. Is this need fueled by sexual desires? Are you an exhibitionist and seek a constant form of sexual excitement from being in diapers permanently? Maybe the humiliation and degradation of being forced into a diaper drives you to want to wear them all the time. The sexual component of wearing diapers that many of us experience can and does fuel a lot of the desire to put a diaper on and never take it off. Do those desires remain after you have experienced sexual release or do you rip your diaper off and throw it away? For some of us the answer of "why" is complicated and complex. For me personally it is physical, mental, and sexual. Physically I have an over active bladder and sometimes experience anal leakage. Mentally wearing diapers full-time greatly reduces my stress and makes me happy. Sexually, diapers leave me with a constant since of humilaition and helps to actually control my sexual urges. "How will my life be effected with the decision to wear diapers permanently?" Your life WILL change once you decide to put diapers on and leave them on. Some changes will be positive and some will not be so fun. Your attitude towards those changes will be what determines if you stay in diapers or decide to take them off. You wanted to wear diapers full-time and now they are going to become a focal point of your day to day life. Here is an example. Before wearing diapers full-time I would wake up in the morning and simply go potty in the bathroom and be done. The biggest concern for me then was did I leave the seat up. Now you will wake up and make sure your diaper did not leak through the night. If so that becomes your first problem of the day before it has even began. If I feel the urge to pee pee I do so in my diaper of course which will be generally very full from overnight use. Your diaper may leak or it may not leak. Something I hope you do not worry about when going potty in a toilet. Before wearing diapers permanently I did not always shower in the morning but now it is an absolute necessity after spending the night in a used diaper. Next, you go to simply rip the tapes off of your sagging diaper and jump in the shower. But will my children hear that sound? Will your roommate or family member hear that sound? The sound of untaping your diaper is unmistakable unless you work at a packaging company. Now you are in the shower scrubbing your private parts, trying to rid yourself of the stale pee pee smell. I get out and grab a towel. I may be leaking pee pee onto the floor as I do so. Something else to think about and another mess to clean up. Now I am right back into a clean diaper and protective briefs. Is everything all cleaned up? Leaving the bathroom....oh wait a minute, I left my used diaper in the linen closet...but why is it in there? Well obviously so that if one of my children for some reason came into the bathroom they would not be greeted with a used pink Rearz Princess diaper on the bathroom floor. It definately is something that can not be thrown away in the bathroom trash. Getting dressed is now much more complicated since I started wearing diapers permanently. Once I am diapered I almost always wear a pair of GaryWear Active briefs which are essentially my plastic panties made of PUL material. Next comes a pair of Abena fixing pants. Once those are in place I reach inside my diaper and make sure everything is situated. Lastly, I put on my all black onesie with a snap crotch and then finally my work clothes. The days of throwing on a pair of jeans and running out the door are over. I now leave for work trying to focus on relaxing my bladder sphincters to help maintain a constant drip into my diaper. When I first get to work every morning I have a bowel movement. Luckily for me I am one of the first to arrive at work so I simply slip into the private restroom, shimmy my fairly fresh diaper down, and do my business. Because hardly anyone is at work yet I do not have to be so quiet pulling my diaper back up. If I have a bowel movement throughout the day I have to be much more cognizant of the sound I make. I hope this accurately shows you how much my life has changed in just the first fifteen minutes of my day because I chose to wear diapers permanently. Planning and logistics becomes an absolute necessity. The things you do, the people you visit, and even the clothes you wear now will revolve around your diapers. When can I change my diaper? Where will I change my diaper? How will being in a diaper effect what I am doing? How I will I date? How do I explain this to my significant other? These are questions that would you do not have to answer when you wear panties or boxers and this is why your life changes forever. "Am I going to use my diaper as a potty?" A lot of people think in order to be in diapers permanently then you have to use them for their intended purposes but that is not always the case. You can still wear diapers all the time and simply remove or pull them down to take care of business. You still have the comfort and security of the padding between your legs but not the mess. Some may have no choice but to make your diaper your potty because of control issues. For those that do you have a very big decision to make. Are you just going to pee pee in your diaper or poo poo too? This is a very big decision and one that MUST be given a lot of thought. When I first decided to wear diapers permanently I wanted to lose control of both my bladder and bowels. Physically I had less control of my bowels with anal leakage than I experienced with overactive bladder. Mentally I just felt it was something I wanted and needed. Sexually I new I would be excited from the humiliation of knowing I just messed my diaper uncontrollably. I communicated this with my wife and she was adamant that I do not loss full control of my bowels. She said, "What if we were out on a nice dinner date and in the middle of eating you uncontrollably shit your pants?" She said she would be horrified, disgusted, and embarrassed. She also felt that it would be impossible to hide a messy diaper from our children and we both agreed and accepted that I would only try and lose control of my bladder. That choice has made my life a lot easier and wearing diapers full-time much more manageable. What is my life like while unpotty training my bladder. First and foremost you will not start wetting uncontrollably overnight. It takes a lot of mental focus to constantly keep your bladder sphincters as relaxed as possible. Changes to your bladder occur slowly and for me started with a lot of post void dribbling. After a bowel movement I would drip a fair amount of pee pee without out even knowing. After that I began to experience bladder spasms which felt like butterflies swirling around inside of my bladder and at times would have pee pee leaking from my urethra. Urge incontinence sooned followed. At this point I have yet to wet uncontrollably at night. If you decide to use your diaper for all your potty needs it will be almost impossible to hide unless you remian isolated in your house. It does not mean that it is the wrong choice to make but it does mean that a lot more people are going to find out that you wear diapers. You can mitigate how much your mess smells by taking charcoal activated pills or a chlorophyll pill such as Nullo and regulating your diet. Despite taking these steps a messy diaper is still going to have an unmistakably aroma that will not be able to hidden at some point. If your bowel movements are fairly regular that may give you an opportunity to mess your diaper in some privacy. Just remember you may eventually reach a point when you have no control over your bowels and you will fill your diaper uncontrollably no matter who you are with and where you are at. "Who are you going to let know you wear diapers permanently?" Many people believe it is just inevitable that if you decide to wear diapers permanently that everyone will find out. I respectfully disagree with this based off my personal experiences. Work and your family does not need to know assuming you take the necessary steps to be discreet and are always diligent to keep things hidden. I have worn diapers and had diapers around my children now for over ten years. They do not know I wear them. Many people have told me that if they did find out they may not say anything about it. Trust me, that is just not the way my children are. Something would be said to my wife or I if my children found my diapers or if they thought I was wearing diapers. We are just a very open and comfortable family. Despite working a job that makes it hard to change my diaper at times I still have managed to keep the fact I am diapered to myself. Often times I feel as if I want to give in and just tell work as things would seem so much simplier but I have refrained from doing so. If anyone knows, I am unaware. My wife and best friend know everything. My wife and I work together as a team to keep my life in diapers hidden from the family and my best friend is a person I can talk with about anything, including my diapers. Some people may find it easier to let the world know as it does simplfy things as you do not have to be as discreet all the time. Only you can decide what is best in your own personal situation. Wearing diapers permanently is not something you should start on a sudden whim. It takes a lot of time, commitment, planning, and patience particularly when just starting out. The cost of diapers is the biggest reason people do not stay diapered. I am not familiar with cloth diapers but since they are reusable they would of course cut down on cost. Since I only wear disposables I will only speak here from a disposable diaper perspective. I can promise you I budget for about $300 a month for just premium disposable diapers. That cost provides me with at least four premium diapers a day and I rarely ever need more. Take advantage of memberships and holiday deals as much as possible as this will save you a lot of money. You can never have too many diapers since you are going to be wearing them the rest of your life assuming you have a safe place to store them. Aside from diapers you will also have cost with plastic panties and protective briefs. You will need diaper supplies which I buy in bulk to save money. If you are going to be diapered full-time you will use everything so do not be concerned about quantity. For those inexperienced wearing diapers you need to gain the experience so that you can determine what is the best diaper to use. Not all diapers are equal and not all diapers are good for permanent use. Things such as fit, capacity, discreetness, cost, and comfortability are all factors that have to be weighed when preparing to wear diapers the rest of your life. The best diaper for you can very easily not be the best diaper for me. You need to experiment with many diapers both in private and in public before you really truly know what works for you and which diaper is optimal for full-time use. For me, Rearz Princess, Inspire+Incontrol, and ABU Simples are my diapers of choice for daily use. I also love DC Amor and My Diaper Princess diapers but they are not my everyday padding. The best diaper exercise to test which diaper works for you is to get out and walk around in them. Go to the mall. Walk a nature trail. Some diapers will start chaffing you almost immediately and others may not irritate you all day. The ones you are both physically and mentally comfortable wearing are the diapers to wear day to day. You are going to get diaper rash. It is inevitable. What will you use when you do? If you can not answer that question I highly recommend you do not wear diapers full-time. For me I use both Calmoseptine cream and Balmex Multi care Healing ointment. I did not settle for these creams after wearing diapers only once. Remember, if you are going to be diapered permenently your diaper is going right back on after you apply the diaper rash cream. It is absolutely imperative that you find something that will work and work fast. If your diaper rash becomes too severe you are almost guaranteed to remove your diaper. Another thing to expect is fungal infections. Yes, I have been to the doctor wearing a diaper and had to pull the waistband down so she could look at the Ringworm I had. This is not such a big deal, a little jock itch cream and you are on your way. I do not even recommend going to the doctor unless the over the counter medicine does not work. I do not share this to scare anyone away from wearing diapers permanently. I still need to be in diapers and love being in them despite the occasional diaper rash or ringworm. Changing your diaper regulary and applying baby powder and barrier cream liberally almost completely mitigates these problems. After being in diapers so long sometimes you just get lazy and do not take the proper prevention measures and you end up paying for it. The same can be said for diaper leaks. Your diaper is going to leak at some point no matter the steps you take to prevent it. It could be that you were lazy and did not change your diaper when you should have. It could be that you were unable to change your diaper because you were in a meeting or at a family get together. Maybe your little guy was pointed off to the side and that is why. The bottom line is if you can not accept and deal with the potential embarrassment of a diaper leaking then you do not need to be in them all the time. You need to have a leak plan in place. For me I have Leakcon 1, 2, 3, and 4. Leakcon 4- No leaks at this time, my diaper is new or barely used. Leakcon 3- No leaks yet but my diaper is getting full and there is a potential for leaks especially from sitting down (press out leaks) Leakcon 2- I am experiencing an active leak but it is small and contained by my protective briefs or plastic panties. A trip to the restroom is required to determine further actions ie. diaper change, re-situate my wee wee etc. Leakcon 1- Emergency leak situation. Risk of exposure to co-workers or family is imminent and leak needs to be addressed immediately. This leak will almost always require a diaper change and will require a change of pants. In your diaper bag you should ALWAYS have at least one spare set of clothes should you experience Leakcon 1. This includes pants and a shirt or a onesie if you wear them. You should also have a roll of packing or duct tape to repair the occasional diaper failure like a faulty tape or a tear in your diaper. If you can not change your diaper in public then the decision to wear diapers full-time will be very challenging. This does not mean that you have to leave the stall door open and throw your used diaper down onto the floor however. It is actually quite easy to change your diaper when out and about particularly in today's world. More and more family restrooms are available at airports, malls, and amusement parks. Smaller, private restrooms are all over the place to include many gas stations and Starbucks. For the most part, unless you are in a Leakcon 1 emergency situation you have a lot of options that gives you plenty of privacy to change in public. What if you have to go into a multi-stalled bathroom? Can you rip the tapes off without being ashamed? Can you throw your diaper away without being embarrassed? The more you change in public the more confidence you gain. At one time I would have to wait for other people to leave the restroom and then stop and sit on the toilet and wait if someone new came in. Now nothing matters. I walk into the restroom with a spare diaper in hand, go in to any stall regardless of how full the restroom is and change my diaper. When I am finished changing I walk out with my dirty diaper in hand and simply throw it away. Everything is about planning and being prepared. At first it may seem overwhelming and insurmountable but it really is not. Eventually what was unknown becomes routine and what once seemed like a pain in the ass becomes tolerable. For majority of the day you live life normal, simply living it while diapered. Wearing diapers permanently for me was the best decision I have ever made. It has made me a much better person both inside and out. My need to be in diapers no longer controls me as I am in them all the time and my need is met. There are challenges to this lifestyle. To stay diapered you will need to be patient and have a positive attitude. You need to accept that uncomfortable and embarrassing situations will arise due to you being diapered permenently and you need to be prepared for them when they do. I do believe that this decision requires a lot of practice and planning before you become padded for life. The best part about making the choice to wear diapers permanently is that you do not become incontinent or diaper dependant overnight. It takes months or years before signiificant control is lost. This should give you an ample amount of time to help you decide if being diapered permenently is truly what you want. I hope this will help some understand what it is like to wear diapers permanently and please feel free to message me at anytime with individual questions you may have.

19.) Her Dizzy Day "Hello there, Velvet." The voice belonged to the one person very few people at the table ever wanted to be addressed by, and his hand came down on the boy’s shoulder as he spoke. "Bring your baba, we're going to have a little talk. Nothing serious, child, just hoping to see how you're adapting here." I looked back at the other girls with a frown. The bottle was only half gone. Colette wasn't around - she never was at mealtimes. What was this? Just a conversation? He wasn't my doctor... and the last time we'd had a little altercation, I probably pissed him off some. I bit my cheek and put the bottle back between my lips. This was going to suck... "There's a good girl, I see you're already learning some manners. Come now, this won't take long, you'll be back with your baby friends before lunch is over." He led the boy, holding his shoulder, to his office and closed the door behind the two of them. Velvet continued to drink the milk. "How are you fitting in, precious one? Making some friends?" "Yeah, I guess." Now wasn't the moment I wanted to piss him off. The haze of the milk would hit in a couple minutes. I'd fought him off once before, and I could do it again. But it wasn't something I wanted to test. I just needed to get through today so I could work on Colette's project. "Thank you for asking." "I see that you've been ordered some unusual variances in your dietary menu." He was thumbing through some pages on a clipboard, frowning, thoughtfully. "At first I thought it must have been a clerical error, some kind of oversight. A girl of your age loves her milk, doesn't she? You do, don't you?" "...it's fine." A clerical error? What was he talking about? Colette had the power to change my meals whenever she wanted. It was her right. Sure, it might not make sense to Marlow, but it wasn't his call. I kept sipping the bottle. Three quarters of it was gone. Ugh. Ten minutes, tops... "I'm wondering if perhaps Doctor Clement's judgement might be somewhat impaired, to be allowing you substitutions and, as of tomorrow... solid food." He drew his words out, took his time flipping through pages, wasted no energy at all processing what needed to be told. He knew the milk would start to affect the boy shortly, and he'd be more direct once it had. I shrugged my shoulders. The bottle was nearly gone, but I took it out to speak. "She's my doctor - I trust whatever decisions she's making." It was the best I could do. Act oblivious. Why else would I be getting meals? Obviously because I was cooperating. I needed to leave. I quickly sucked down the last of the bottle and stood quietly. My stomach felt sick. "Sit back down, child. You're not dismissed." He watched Velvet, carefully. "I'm sure you must realize the ramifications of playing favorites here, Velvet. All our patients must be treated with equal care, to ensure the best possible results." "I didn't know I was being treated special," I said honestly. I did, but I was a fantastic liar. "I think because I cooperate more than the other girls - that's what Miss Colette told me, anyway..." I looked a little afraid. Like I was a child. My stomach still grumbled. I was trying to stay focused. "After being in trouble last night, I wanna be a good girl..." "Well, that's excellent to hear. Tomorrow is Doctor Clement's day off, and I'll be tending to your needs in her absence. I think I have a splendid reward for being such a good girl." He wasn't stupid. Arrogant, yes. Not stupid. He read through the boys lies. He knew that he and Colette were up to something — that damn woman was far too attached to the patients. Thankfully, after tomorrow, Velvet wouldn't be interested in helping anybody. I gave him a hard look. He couldn't change my doses. Right? And hypnosis wasn't every day. I could wait for Colette to get back in the office. But things were starting to get blurry and I shuffled quietly on the carpet. Stupid milk... stupid milk... "I'm going to take a little blood from you today, just to ensure you're right where you ought to be." He approached the steel side table to the gurney and started to prepare for the blood sample, while the boy watched his alligator-skin shoes carefully. There would be two needles today — a blood test, and a shot. Nothing serious or long lasting in the shot, just something to enhance the boy’s haze. Something more direct than the milk. Until tomorrow, when the preparations were ready, Velvet would be a giggling idiot. "You might feel a little pinch." I ached. I sat on the table with a little pout and the man took blood from me. Then he stuck me with another needle and I shuffled off the table, bandaged and dizzy. He opened the door and let me back out into the room. I rubbed my arm where the bandaid was. At least I got out of there before the milk really kicked in... The milk would take its toll around the same time as the shot, making it remarkably difficult to tell that the shot had done anything — only now instead of producing a milk haze that lasted an hour or two, the boy would be in a much more surreal state at least until morning. Giggly. Happy. Oblivious Compliant. Essentially, kept out of the way. "Come with me," Colette said, taking my hand. I was covered in fingerpaints again. I wasn't drawing on paper, though, I was drawing on Annie. Annie was drawing on me. I got up from the floor and stumbled after Colette. And I blinked. "Oh! Oh, I gots drawings..." I hurried off to my room. "Velvet!" She sighed and followed me. I started fumbling through my drawers. This was quite unlike the boy — he was usually on the tail-end of the milk by now, and serene and calm and taking back control of himself. This was like he'd only just had the milk. I followed him to the drawer, looking just how covered in paint he was, and he sang in an airy voice while looking for the picture. "Velvet. We need to have our afternoon meeting, remember?" "I got papers, though! Ideas about the headset thing..." I looked around, pouting. "... where are they? I had 'em right here... just this one here..." I pointed to the spot on the desk. They weren't there, though. Nothing was. I hadn't written literally anything descriptive on them. Just numbers to help keep things in my head. To anyone, it would look like very precise childish ramblings. Not even a code. Not discernible in any way. Literally just math. But my math... "Did you put them somewhere else?" I was patient, and calm, and took time with the boy. But he was still acting very out of character, and I couldn't help but frown. He'd gotten paint all over the drawers, too, and I was starting to have my concerns. "Where was the last place you had them?" "...here... right here... before lyin' down, I put 'em here..." But they weren't there. "Maybe Annie..." I pouted a little. It wasn't like her to take stuff. And she helped me make them! Oh right, the colors. Gosh if someone tried to figure them out they'd think the colors meant something. I couldn't help laughing at it, giggling like a child. "Did you have your milk late today, Velvet? I didn't get any orderly reports to indicate that you did." This was not like him at all. Yes, all our patients eventually crossed their event horizon, stopped seeing boy in denial and started to see girl in progress. But even for Velvet, this wasn't fitting to the timeline. I rubbed my temple. "Nuh uh... had milk right when the lighty thing was on, and... oh, I drew a pitture on Annie's arm, wan see? Come on it's got a sun and then there's this one flower, and-" "Velvet, sweetie... I think we need to go in my office for a bit.” I pouted. "...otay..." She took me by the hand, getting paint on herself, and led the way. This made very little sense — the schedule and timeline were all wrong. I would expect to see this level of immersion after... months, maybe. And even then, he was less like Velvet and more like... Annie. I closed the door behind the two of us and he jumped on the sofa, bouncing on his diapered behind with a satisfied grin. "How has your day been so far, darling? Would you like to tell me about it?" Something had to have happened… "Um. Uh huh... I made those drawings. Um, with numbers.” I was rocking back and forth on the sofa. Everything was foggy and my head was light and I couldn't stop giggling. "Um, and then lunch, and my baba..." I never called it that. Marlow called it that. So I guess I started? Oh right, Marlow! "And Mr. Marlow said he thinks you are putting me on bad food and he gots something to give me... but he didn't give me nuffin, just took blood from my arm." I showed her my arm, the bandage. "Marlow, huh?" Listening to the way Velvet was talking, it was becoming abundantly clear that something was amiss here. Marlow had taken blood? Why? Velvet was not his patient. "Well, princess, you know, everybody has their own special food needs, and that's okay. You're not in any trouble at all — I think Doctor Marlow was just a little bit confused. He's an icky boy, and boys are dumb, aren't they?" "Uh huh! 'Cept Roger!" I smiled up at Colette, and then I missed Roger, and then I pouted, and then I laid down on the couch. My arm itched where Marlow took blood. I scratched the bandaid a little bit. Then I looked up at the ceiling and kicked my feet. "Roger does sound like a very nice exception to the rule. How about you tell me about him?" Basically, more or less, I needed him distracted. He scratched at the bandaid, and I pulled my chair alongside the sofa, waiting for him to start his story before I carefully peeled it back to check on the blood-test site. There had to have been something given to him, but even if there was, Marlow wouldn't be dumb enough to make a second injection site. He'd use the same hole. "...he's big. Like super tall! And got big arms like my whole body, and he picks me up at stupid times, but not like in a baby way, like in a cute way, and kisses me like a sunset, and we like to lay on the couch, and he's got a daughter, but she's nice to me, but her momma hates me 'cause I think I made her momma and her dad not love each other anymore..." "Well, you know, my thoughts on that are if that maybe they didn't love each other in the first place, and only thought they did." One injection site. But there was swelling, slight puffiness, typical of an injection of a medication. What had he given Velvet, though? I thought about the agents we had available on hand. "Maybe you just helped Roger to realize what love really meant to him, Velvet?" "Maybe. I think so. I mean, that's what I think. 'Cause he's happier with me and he says he aways yelled lots with his wife. I think that's why his daughter likes me too, 'cause at least her dad and momma aren't yelling..." I broke up a family and put it back together again all at the same time. How awesome was I? "...I'm a little sleepy, Miss Colette..." I didn't recognize the agent. I hated that I didn't recognize it. The stuff used in the milk wasn't suitable for injection, and the symptoms didn't match up inherently anyway. But Marlow had given the boy something, and I was going to have to go to the pharmacology wing and pore over the logs in order to find out what. Worst of all, this would set back the progress by at least two days, because I wouldn't be here tomorrow and I'd planned to give him a task to work on. Fuck fuck fuck. "Okay, darling, you've been a very good girl. Want me to put you down for a nap?" I had no choice but to treat him like Annie for now. "Do you need a change?" "Nuh uh..." But I did. I was messy. I hadn't really noticed, and it didn't really smell because it was mostly water from the enema. But I wasn't clean. I wasn't dry. She changed me anyway, and she soon learned that she shouldn't trust me with comments about my diaper. Honestly, though - I think I was just too tired to care. When I woke up, in my own bed, I was feeling no better. Not sleepy, but still dizzy. Everything was funny and I couldn't think right. I sat down at the table, the overhead light blinking. I couldn't do another bottle like this.

ALRIGHT we are back in the saddle! Ready for some new quality Frosty content?! This Intermission was originally going to be Patreon exclusive, but it took a few turns we didn't expect. Now I feel like excluding it would be a disservice to the story, so everyone gets it! On another note, please consider supporting us on Patreon because we are very nice people and write wonderful things. Also the entire Intermission is already on there. After the Intermission ends, Small Frosty Pt. 2 will continue in a new thread. Thanks again for all the support and kind words~ Small Frosty: Intermission by: Sophie & Pudding 35.) "Wendesday, we really need to talk." Friday dinners were common with Ginger, but today she was... upset? Or annoyed? It was hard to tell. Usually Ginger had her emotions under control, but today wasn't the case. So I sat down on the edge of the sofa and looked up at her with her arms crossed. What was going on? "I checked up on the work you did this week." Oh no... "You really need to focus on your work, Wendy, I'm paying you for this and the quality of your work is very..." And here came the word, the word that adults didn't give any power to, but which was the end of the world to children. Or adults on their way to becoming children, rapidly. "Disappointing." "I know! I'm sorry! I..." I looked toward the kitchen, where my fiancé was preparing dinner, and lowered my voice. "I had trouble staying awake on Monday, because of our fight, remember? And Wednesday..." I shook my head. "I barely even remember Wednesday. But I stayed home sick..." And today, I'd fallen asleep again. My cheeks went pink. "I'm not mad, Wednesday." She put one hand on the girl’s knee, which was spread ever so slightly from the added bulk of her pull-up, a sensation she didn't consciously notice anymore, and used a very maternal voice. "I want you to be honest with Gingie, okay? Do you think it's fair to do such a poor job?" "I'm sorry, I really am..." I was already in my pajamas. Remy insisted I change before dinner, even though I knew Ginger was coming over. She took a seat beside me and rested her hand on my knee, giving me a look I didn't like. Nervousness, or... or disappointment? I didn't like that I'd disappointed her... "I'm gonna try twice as hard next week, I swear. I'll work an extra day to catch up, no pay or anything!" "How about next week, you stay home? You could focus on listening to test clips for Gingie’s project, okay? Maybe you could write some papers on it, too? Wouldn't that be nice?" I shook my head. "I have work to do. And I still need money for our wedding." I'd only taken the job in the first place to push ahead our wedding plans. We'd been limbo for a year already and we hadn't even set a date. I was determined to get married next year, no matter what. "I'm sorry about this week, but it won't be like that again." "I'm just not sure..." Ginger sighed and pretended to think. "If you're happy to take on some homework, testing a few more files for me during the day, maybe I might be able to keep you on?" Keep me on? Did she mean I couldn't work there anymore? I shook my head and turned to Ginger with renewed motivation. "Yes! Of course! Anything, I'm sorry! I can do better, you'll see!" Ginger and I were friends - I knew that was the only reason I was keeping my job. This past week was a mess. I'd barely done anything I still got paid for it. It wasn't fair to her. "Alright, I expect you to take this seriously, Wednesday. Two hours each day on your listening reviews, and then I want to see much harder work ethic in the office. Am I clear?" Ginger grabbed her by the chin to look her in the eye. "This is your last chance, though, okay?" I pulled back and glared at Ginger with frustration. But a sinking feeling in me... I couldn't make it go away. So I nodded and mumbled something under my breath, then climbed up from the sofa and went to find Remy in the kitchen. "Why the long face, Frosty?" When I didn't get a response, I turned around from my place chopping vegetables for dinner, and saw her right there, right in front of me, quiet as a mouse. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," I muttered, kicking my feet against the tiled floor. "I think I'm just not doing well at work and Ginger's upset with me. I dunno... I don't want to upset her." Everything had been going well for a few days now. I didn't like the change in status quo. "Well, if you think she's upset with you, maybe you could do something to make it up to her? She did give you a job, right? Maybe you could..." I thought for a moment of things appropriate for my fiancée to be doing for another woman, and an idea came out of the ether, but one that made perfect sense to me. "Maybe you could draw her a picture?" "A picture?" I looked skeptically at Remy and crossed my arms. "What could Ginger possibly want with one of my poorly drawn pictures?" I had made one apology card before - that was for Remy when we got into that fight last week. But that was part of his... Daddy thing. I remembered the pull-up between my legs and shifted from one foot to the other. "Don't play little girl with me right now. Not while we have company." "Frosty, Ginger is a psychologist, remember? I bet she'd read way more into a picture as an apology than anything you could say or write, and she collects art, too, haven't you seen her apartment?" Yeah, maybe it was a bit little girl, but that was purely coincidence! I'd only been to her apartment once before, and I wasn't really paying attention to the art on the walls. But maybe he was right... psychologically, maybe pictures meant more than words. They took effort, at least. I was never huge on psychology, but this one seemed to make sense. Though I wasn't very happy about it. "Fine. I'll be in the den." Alright," I ruffled her hair with one hand, absently, and smiled at her. "I'm proud of you!" I called out as she stomped away, and then smiled to myself even though she didn’t respond. She really was so much better nowadays...

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I just looked it up on google. I stand corrected Fur 2,000,000 would you do a instructional survival guide like survivorman

Right - those are the ones I found online ages ago (not a US site - my mistake). Never bought any though - I retired instead!

Thanks, but I was hoping for some washable ideas.

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I too made the decision to wear diapers permanently six months ago. Please do not hesitate to message me with any questions or advice.

If you feel insulted by what someone says when it's done without malice, it's definitely time for you to reconsider your position, even only if to re-affirm it. It never hurts to re-ask questions to yourself to be sure you haven't erred If your position is indeed valid, then you've lost nothing, but if the new questions reveal errors, it's foolish to continue with your current position Anything provable to an individual must also be provable to a group of individuals, and indeed to all individuals before such proof can be deemed truly sufficient to verify your claim. Otherwise your proof, even to a single individual, becomes questionable in it's veracity. This is why I honestly understand why a person may be agnostic, as my own beliefs and those of anyone else cannot be unquestionably proven beyond even just a reasonable level of doubt, much less any more exacting standards, whether it be on an individual or world-wide basis Bettypooh

That's cool Txdiaperd , so many of our younger generations know nothing about hard work . I bailed hay once when I was 12 ,the bails where a little wet and had to weigh as much as me . God that was some of the hardest work I ever can remember, my whole body ached the next day, fingers and all but I went to work the next day ,they kept me mostly in the loft that day it was a little easyer but I didn't want to give up however by the next day we where through and my hay bailing days where over . I stuck to mowing grass after that .

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Gertrude almost peed herself. “Ah! I’ll get it. You go on. I wanna surprise you with the cookies.” She reached for the coat, but Josef already picked it up. In the dark, far from the lantern, he didn’t notice the coat bottom was wet. She stepped in front of the pantry door. Soon as he hung the coat up, she grabbed his arm and tugged. “Come on. One of the cats or dogs probably knocked it over. They’re all in for the night cuz it’s cold.” “Someone left the pantry open.” He easily shouldered her aside with his much bigger body. A metal pot clanged into another one, followed by a scuttling noise. They both froze and looked at each other. Gertrude forced a smile. “Milky! I bet it’s Milky. Dumb cat, into the pantry again. You know how that cat is. Always getting into things. Knocking stuff over. Maybe she saw a mouse.” “The pantry should’ve been shut.” “I left it open when I got the wash basin out. It’s late. I’m tired. Sue me.” Gertrude ducked under his arm, shut the pantry door, and leaned back against it. “Now, are we going to d wine and cookies or not?” “Aren’t you going to let the cat out?” “Um. Yes. After you get moving. You’re holding up production.” Josef smiled in amusement. He grabbed the knob and pulled the door hard, knocking Gertrude out of the way. She stumbled, heart in her throat as he stuck his head into the pantry. He was sure to find Magda. Would he take her outside and shoot her? What had she been thinking, dragging her into the house like that? Stupid, careless- “I don’t see the cat. There’s nothing in here.” “Krampus! There he goes! It’s Krampus, not Milky. Hard to see a black cat in the dark!” Gertrude blurted though nothing ran out of the closet. “I suppose so.” Josef stepped back. He yawned, then looked in the dark pantry once more, where the lantern’s flickering light didn’t reach. Where Magda hid. Gertrude held her breath, fear squeezing her heart. Josef shrugged his big shoulders and shut the pantry door. “Alright, I’m heading up.” He took a swig from the wine bottle. “I’m getting the cookies. I’ll be up in a minute.” Gertrude waited until Josefl left and she heard his big feet on the squeaky steps. She grabbed the lantern and tiptoed to the pantry. Even with the lantern in hand, she didn’t see Magda right away. “He’s back in bed. The coast is clear.” She whispered. Even then, Magda didn’t respond right away. Gertrude thought she might be paralyzed with fear. “It’s safe. I promise. But he won’t wait for long- he thinks I’m coming up soon.” Magda’s head popped up from the same hiding place as before. “I thought he was going to find me. I ducked down some more when I heard him by the door. The bag hit a stack of pots.” She whispered as she slipped past Gertrude and tiptoed to the door. Gertrude followed. She tried to hand Magda the lantern, but Magda shook her head. “People will see it. Too dangerous.” She tightened the scarf around her neck and slid the old mittens on. Gertrude opened the big door for her. Magda hesitated at the screen door, about to step out into the Christmas cold. She whirled around and quickly hugged Gertrude. Just like she used to as a child. For a moment, Gertrude was swept back to childhood. They were kids again- Magda sneaking out of the house after playing with her and Heidi. Except these adult games had deadly consequences. After a moment, Gertrude hugged her back. Magda pulled away. “The world’s falling apart, but we’ll always be friends.” Gertrude repeated a long forgotten childhood promise. Magda smiled faintly, then headed out into the winter night. Gertrude didn’t know if Magda believed her or not. She stood at the door and watched Magda go. Magda huddled into the scarf and coat against the December wind. Snow still fell; soon it would cover her tracks. Gertrude didn’t feel like she was losing a friend or being left behind. Her heart filled with a warm glow she hadn’t felt in a long time. She’d lost Heidi, but she’d saved Magda. Lost her sister but saved a friend. She was sure Heidi was smiling down from heaven. Hope even in the darkest of times...maybe that was the gift the Christ child brought into the world. She didn’t know where Magda was headed, though she had a guess. She thought of Magda’s uncle who’d fled to America. Magda had lost everything in Germany. Part of her kin lived on in America. Surely Magda was headed there. Gertrude didn’t know if she’d make it or not. She didn’t know what the future would bring, for either of them. They’d each face their futures on their own, but they’d have each other in their hearts. Gertrude had her sister in her heart, as well. That love, that strength, would get them through whatever daybreak brought. ~The End~

So true, take in small steps, I have been un-training for a few years now. You have to have complete faith in your diapers at all times, yes you will have leaks here and there but you need to feel comfortable that your diapers are now your bathroom. For me the daytime wetting took the longest to overcome, but once that step was taken then bed wetting soon followed and that was than followed by no control over my bowels. I now wet and mess when ever my body needs to release.

As a dominant mommy I much prefer a grown little one to a baby. It's more fun to change the diapers on someone that is beyond the point of typical diaper-wearing age. There is more a chance to embarrass him/her when I can point out they still haven't finished potty training like the other children have.

Maybe get a locking footed sleeper and wear very thick, obvious diapers that make you waddle while locked in the sleeper?

Just remember, a wet diaper is not a full diaper and it is a shame to waste a perfectly good but wet diaper.

I'm a cis-female who's in a relationship with a t-girl. Frankly, she's the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Got the 'gold star' too I identify as being 'in a lesbian relationship', but also as being 'bisexual'. I'm wary of using that word though, as it seems to have been co-opted by teenage girls who don't really have romantic feelings for women at all. I mostly say I'm 'queer'. Honestly I've met quite a few bi/lesbian girls in the ABDL community, people I am fairly certain ARE biologically female. Weird, that.

To those who haven't read the entire thread (or at least the starting page) please do so before commenting Most if not all the questions and answers about the legitimacy and scope of this thread are there The OP did not and was not denigrating TG's, and such bashing behavior will not be tolerated in this forum which is for the LGBTQI among us (including moi). In short, if you can't be nice to those of us who are different from the mainstream then post it elsewhere- NOT here. Else you'll bring out the bitch side of me and you won't like the results of that Bettypooh TG Moderator

/waves Gold star lesbian here. Greetings!

Rehabilitating Cathy - Part 17 Shopping "Here, Cathy," said Melissa, proffering a stack of colorful catalogs, "These are the mail order catalogs I told you about. There are all sorts of dresses here to pick from. When you're ready to make your order Jessica and I can take your measurements." "Thanks, Melissa," smiled Cathy, "Maybe you can help me decide what to get. You've been to the prom before and know what will work and what won't." "Sure," nodded Melissa, "We can spend some time on it tonight after dinner between working on Math and History." "It's a date," said Cathy, "Your cell or ours?" "Yours," said Melissa, "Mary studies German in our cell with two other girls every week. They have a quiz every week and this is the night they study for it." "OK," nodded Cathy, "I'll tell Jessica at lunch time." "K," said Melissa, heading down the hall to her next class, "later." That evening Jessica, Melissa, and Cathy convened in Jessica and Cathy's cell to work on homework. After polishing off their history homework they turned to the dress catalogs. "This one is really cute," gushed Cathy, showing pointing to a picture. "Yes, but there's no room under that skirt for a diaper, my dear, so you are not going to be wearing that one while you're a guest of Ms Williams and her merry maids," said Melissa. "Here, take a look at this one," said Jessica. "Oooh, that's nice," said Cathy. The frilly look. I love all of those lacy petticoats." "Here's a retro item," said Melissa, "You can be Miss Scarlett with this modern interpretation of hoop skirt!" "Oh, dahlin', I'd be delahted to dance with y'all," lisped Cathy, to gales of laughter from the other two. "The only problem," continued Cathy, after the laughter had subsided, "is that Brad and I wouldn't be able to get very close with the hoop skirt. It's great for hiding the diapers, but I'm not sure it's good for this dance." "Yeah, you're right," agreed Melissa. "You know, I wonder what the girls wore under those hoop skirts back in the day. They must have been murder to get in and out of. How did they go to the bathroom?" "Who knows," giggled Jessica, "maybe they wore diapers under them back then." "Sure, maybe," agreed Cathy. After considerable leafing through the catalogs they settled on a powder blue cocktail dress with lots of petticoats and a skirt that ended a tiny bit above the knee. They spent time measuring Cathy according to the instructions in the catalog and filling out the form, which Cathy then included in a letter to her parents along with a request for them to order the dress and bring it on their next visit. Holms and Williams "Well," said Williams, "what is the news on our little nest of spies?" Holms said, "We know that they are working very slowly and methodically. We've been watching their email and web traffic for quite some time now and it's clear that they are freelancers, not sent in by any organization. We are convinced that they are developing a body of material to use to publicize in order to embarass New Beginnings. We are also sure, based on the state of their internal discussions, that they are still many months away from being ready to act." "So what are you planning to do?" asked Williams. "We have many options. We are ready to pounce on them whenever we want to shut them down. For now we will continue to monitor them closely. When there is some precipitating event we will close them down, but until then they are quite useful to us." "How is that?" "Phyllis Mallory is quite adept at worming her way into the trust of girls here. For instance, she's managed to get all three members of the Tough Titties whom she counsels to trust her. That includes Sally Warren, the second-in-command, so we are getting a tremendous amount of valuable information from the bugs in Mallory's office. In addition, Sally's information has found us a couple of entrepreneurs in your organization who have been doing some things that they have neglected to report to their supervisors." "Oh, really?" said the warden, "Well, get me some details and I'll make sure that you have some 'willing' staff volunteers for the R&D center." "My girls are preparing a written report with all of the details now," said Holms, "you'll have it within a week. Now let's see the data mining results you bragged about in your email the other day." "Oh, I love this!" exclaimed the warden. "Let me show you this spreadsheet. It is the log data from the training devices in two cellmates over a weekend." "Why over a weekend?" asked Holms. "No classes or formal activities during the weekend, in general, so girls who are in training are generally left attached to their beds in their cells. We feed them in their cells and change them on the portable system." "OK, so this is two days of data for two girls who have been stationary on their beds?" "Well, actually about two and a half," explained Williams, "since they start at last change on Friday and aren't let up until first change on Monday. But the important point is that the two girls are lying in their cots continuously for the entire period of time." "OK, I got it. So what am I seeing?" "This sheet has just the starts of the training sessions for the two girls. The first column is the full timestamp, date and time down to the second. The second column is the ID of the girl. The third column is the trigger event for the training session. For instance, 031 is the most common trigger event and it represents a wet diaper. You won't see 030 because we didn't have that turned on, but if you did that would signal a cycle triggered by a timer. Here's 042, which is a soiled diaper. And there are no 067s, but if there were one it would signal a cycle triggered manually by one of the staff." "I see," nodded Holms, "and what is it that I should notice?" "Well, look at the start times for these two cycles." "OK. They are about thirty seconds apart." "Right. Now look at the next two records," continued Williams. "Also quite close together," said Holms. "And the next two?" "Almost simultaneous." "The pattern continues almost perfectly for the full sixty hours. If one girl triggers a training cycle, whether it's for a wet diaper or a poopy one, her cellmate triggers a cycle within a minute." "Holy shit!" exclaimed Holms, "And that was without any oral communication or any physical contact between the two girls at all?" "That's right. Completely without any signs of coordination. If you look carefully you can see that one ID is the leader about 75% of the time, but regardless of which girl goes first, the other joins her very shortly afterwards." "Amazing. It's like the two are lovers, completely in sync." "Precisely. When one wets herself, the other follows suit within a minute." "How do they do it?" asked Holms, "Is it as simple as hearing?" "I think so," nodded Williams, "but I'd love to try an experiment where I cover the ears and eyes of one girl but not the other." "That sounds like a lot of fun," said Holms. "But I bet it only works for girls who are lovers," said Williams. Prom The night of the Meridon prom had arrived. Cathy was excited because she was going to be able to dance with Brad for the first time in nearly two years. Cathy and Jessica were in their cell getting ready for the evening. "Gosh, Jess," exclaimed Cathy, "you look dangerous in that dress. Every boy at the prom will be so excited just looking at you that he won't be able to stand up straight for fear of embarassing himself!" "Stop it, Cathy!" blushed Jessica, "It's just a little black dress, nothing special." "Yes," teased Cathy, "it's a very little black dress. If the skirt were any shorter it would be a little black belt. Maybe you could take up karate!" Jessica snorted with laughter. "And if the top were any tighter it would be a little black paint job," finished Cathy. "Stop that!" giggled Jessica, "you're making me wet my pants. I don't want to take a chance of ruining this dress by having too many changes before the party." "Hah!" exclaimed Cathy. "I'm so jealous of you in your thin diapers and short tight dress. Come on, help me get into this damn thing. I can't figure out how to get all of the petticoats on." "OK, here, Cathy, first put on the garter belt. You have to let out the straps so they go over your diapers. That's it. Now pull up the stockings and clip each one. To get them even I do one, then I do the opposite one. Then I do one in between the two on one side, then the matching one on the other side. Then the other leg." Cathy and Jessica bent over, adjusting the complicated web of the garter belt and the seamed black silk stockings. "OK, now turn around and let me hook the bra in back," said Jessica. Cathy obeyed. "OK, now hold up your arms," said Jessica, "and I'll pull the first petticoat down. Now the next one. And now the last one. Right, that's the ticket. All we have to do now is get the dress down over you and you'll be in business. Hands up!" With the the powder blue dress settled snugly Cathy looked at her reflection in the little excuse for a mirror that occupied the center of the rear wall of their cell. "How do I look?" asked Cathy. "Luscious," enthused Jessica. "Can you see my diapers under this skirt?" asked Cathy. "Not if you stand upright. I wouldn't bend over to pick up your handkerchief, however, milady. Here, let me help you with your pumps." Several hours later the two girls tottered back to the cell, high heeled shoes wobbling slightly. Both girls were giggling as they came in through the cell door. "I thought for sure your boyfriend and you were having orgasms on the dance floor," said Jessica, "You shouldn't have been grinding so blatantly." "We did," said Cathy, blushing. "I felt him coming and I was so hot all I had to do was wet myself and I had a tremendous big O." "I can't believe he came," tsked Jessica. "I'd have seen a big stain on his pants if he'd come." "He wore a condom, silly!" said Cathy. "Shit, how clever!" exclaimed Jessica. "I wish Joe and I had thought of that. We had to restrain ourselves, since if he'd made a mess on himself I'd have been immediately sent back to the cell on a dolly." "Here, let me help you off with your shoes," said Cathy, "then you can help me with mine and with my damn petticoats. And then last change. I can't wait - I'm so wet I could practically swim to the changing room." "Wasn't Elizabeth silly looking?" said Jessica as they worked on removing their party clothes and getting ready for last change. "Yeah," agreed Cathy, "Mary told me that Liz was all dressed up in her little black dress, thin diapers and all, on her way to the prom when one of the matrons gave her three demerits and had her put in thick diapers right then and there." "Yeah, that didn't work. The hem of the skirt couldn't cover the bottom of the diapers, so she just looked terrible out on the dance floor," said Jessica. "Well, good for her, she didn't let it crimp her style. She and her girlfriend didn't seem to let it stop them." "So true. Though the matrons did have to separate them a couple of times. I thought they were going to lie down on the floor and go at it right then and there once." "I felt sorry for Tamara, though," said Cathy, "How did she end up gagged and with her hands in mittens for the prom, do you know?" "I heard from one of the matrons that she pooped in Cauchy's class yesterday," said Jessica. "That figures," said Cathy, "that bitch." With that the two cellmates set off for the line in front of the changing room to wait for their turn for last change. Twenty minutes or so later the cell door opened and Cathy appeared, strapped to a dolly pushed by her cellmate Jessica. "I guess the matrons did notice when Brad came," said Jessica, "I'm sorry. They told me when they pushed you out of the changing room that the sentence is only for two weeks, so be grateful for small mercies." "Mmmmph!" Cathy protested, twisting her upper body impotently. New Blood A matron pushed a young woman on a dolly down a Meridon cell hallway. She came up to a door and opened it with a wave of her ID bracelet in front of the sensor. She pushed the girl, a tall slim blonde with angular features, into the room and positioned her in the middle of the floor facing the door. The matron then pinned an envelope to the girl's pink and white striped dress at the location of the nipple of her left breast. The girl blushed brighly and shook her head, chewing noisily on the gag in her mouth. "OK, Florence," said the matron as she moved to the door, "don't go anywhere. And don't worry if you need the girl's room ... your special underwear will take care of all of your little needs." "Mmmmph!" vocalized Florence, loudly. It didn't sound like she was complaining, but it wasn't quite clear what she was trying to communicate. Several hours later the girl on the dolly started awake as the door to the cell opened. In walked Cathy Philips, dressed in her own pink and white striped dress and carrying an armful of schoolbooks. "Hi!" exclaimed Cathy, "you must be my new cellmate. Welcome to Meridon. I'm Cathy Philips, your cellmate. I'm sorry you won't be able to tell me about yourself for a couple of weeks, but I'm happy to meet you. It's been getting lonely in this cell for the last several weeks." Cathy put the books down on the desk already piled with signs of habitation and unpinned the envelope from Florence's dress. Cathy took a folded sheet of paper out of the envelope and glanced at it. "I see that your name is Florence Mueller," said Cathy, "your class schedule is very similar to mine, which will help the first couple of weeks when you can't get around on your own. I'll push you around from class to class for the first week while you're on the dolly. After that you'll be able to get around on your own some. You have Miss Mallory as your guidance counselor. Have you met her yet?" Florence nodded and mmmphed. "That's good," Cathy said, "She's very nice and you can trust her, not like a lot of the other twats who work here." "That's interesting," Cathy said, looking up from the paper and staring at her new cellmate with renewed interest, "it says here that you're not American, you're German. I wonder how you ended up here in Meridon. I'm sure you'll tell me once you're let out of the gag in a couple of weeks." Florence looked at her curiously, bright blue eyes following Cathy as she moved around the cell talking and explaining life at Meridon to her new cellmate. Holms and Williams "Well, the fake ID bracelet has a new home," said Holms to Williams, sitting at the conference table in Williams' office. "Someone used it and got caught?" asked Williams. "No, it hasn't been used yet. But Phyllis Mallory has earned a lot of trust from the Tough Titties members she advises. Sally Warren has told her the whole story of the Cauchy escapade. Mallory then asked Sally to give her the ID for safekeeping," reported Holms. "So she turned it in to your staff, then?" asked Williams. "Nope, she has it hidden in the locked drawer of her desk where she keeps the notes that she plans to use to take down New Beginnings." "What did she tell Sally Warren?" "That she can keep it safe because no one will search her office. And that if the Tough Titties want to dispose of it, that Mallory can turn it in to the adminstration without getting into any trouble. And that she'll give it back to them whenever they want." "Very generous of her. What has she said to her co-conspirators about it?" asked the warden. "That they will use it to crack into our systems when they are done with their information gathering work and use it to allow them to download a ton of incriminating information from our databases." "Oh, my," exclaimed Williams, "this can't be good."