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Urinary Incontinence: To understand what causes this needs some medical knowledge of the urinary excretory process. The two kidneys constantly filter the blood and deposit urine into the bladder every five to fifteen minutes. The bladder, being similar to a balloon, has a muscle on its neck called the internal sphincter which is open, and closes from the sense of urine in the bladder. As more urine is placed into the bladder, it fills yet hasn't expanded. When the bladder is full and not expanded, it signals the brain to close the external sphincter muscle and open the internal sphincter muscle. The brain interprets this as a need to urinate and has about thirty to sixty minutes to handle this. Meanwhile, more urine is being placed into the bladder and the bladder starts to stretch since the external sphincter is closed allowing pressure to build in the bladder. This sends a signal to the brain as a sense of urgency. If one happens to reach a bathroom in time, you can consciously tell your detruser muscle to contract. This is the muscle that causes the bladder to close and will open the external sphincter muscle allowing urine to exit your body. If you however, happen not to get to a bathroom in time, the detruser muscle will contract automatically and you will wet whatever you are wearing. Incontinence will occur when one or more of the processes listed does not work. Usually, the nerve impulses get disturbed before they go to the brain so the internal or external sphincter muscle does not close. Either failing also stops the bladder from expanding so the corresponding symptoms also occur - small bladder with frequent voiding / small bladder with constant weeping urine. Bowel Incontinence The human bowel is the final part of the lower intestine, and consists of two items - the rectum, and the anal canal. Out of these two, the only one under conscious control is the anal canal or the anal sphincter. Most of the time, this muscle is closed. Its action is similar to that on the length of a straw - each part of the neck does not create a seal, but the combination of the length of this does seal. The rectum is constantly being filled by the peristatic action of the digestive tract. If your diet happens to contain to much water, the weak anal sphincter will cause stool to weep. On the other hand, if your diet contains too little water, the peristatic action will cause your rectum to block and impact. This will cause reverse pressure. The anal canal / sphincter can not withhold liquid. Usually, when the rectum gets engorged, a signal is sent to the brain to void. If this signal is correctly intercepted, the reverse will relax the anal sphincter and the rectum will contract and empty. This is due to a physical drop in the pelvic floor muscles. This then causes the anal canal to mimic the peristatic action of the colon while the rectum walls contract. In an incontinent person, the rectum does not store stools. This can be due to hypersensitivity of the rectum walls OR failure of the anal sphincter to create a seal. Another cause of incontinence - also the same for some infants, is an inability to understand the impulse of an expanding rectum. This causes the rectum to contract in sympathy with the colon, therefore the person concerned will void without any notification. Also since an infants diet is mainly liquid, its stools contain a high amount of liquid and are extremly easy to pass a weak sphincter. peristatic action = muscular action of a tube which causes each segment of the tube to contract in turn thus propelling the contents of the tube. Within the human digestive system from the throat to the anus, movement is created by involuntary peristatic action. The Myths Dispelled 1: Reducing water consumption will reduce your need to urinate. FALSE: Reducing water consumption means that your urine will increase in concentration and toxicity so the bladder will contract when any urine is entered. Resultant is that you will wet more often. It also has the secondary effect of forcing your body to absorb more water from your stools and can cause constipation. 2: Laziness is the cause of secondary nocturnal enuresis / bed wetting FALSE: 1.One cause of bed wetting is usually a change in the position of the external sphincter. This occurs either at the start or end of puberty depending exactly on the person concerned. 2.The human sub-conscious mind which is responsible for continence will not place itself or its body in a situation to make it uncomfortable and sacrifice valuable needed regeneration and resting time. 3. Night Diapers / Harassment / Stress / Corrective Action will help in eliminating secondary nocturnal enuresis / bed wetting. FALSE: The pseudo infantile act that the child/adult is performing by wetting during times of rest - as perceived by the child/adult - is usually distressing to the child/adult. Adding to this stress will only increase the problem. Yes- protection is advisable, but only with the consent of the child/adult. Instilling self-confidence allows the associated stress to disapate and the body to relearn control. 4. Medication such as DDAVP will help in eliminating secondary nocturnal enuresis / bed wetting. FALSE: DDAVP and similar work and interfering with the body's natural production of vasopressin. Vasopressin is the chemical within the body that controls water balance. Any medication that adds more of or suppresses something that is naturally created causes the body to conserve its energy and thus eliminate its own production. As a result, a child prescribed vasopressin will temporarily gain nighttime control, but will become dependent on the drug to revert back to the lack of control he/she had before taking the drug. Side effects of altering the body's water balance is constipation/diarrhea, kidney infections, aggressiveness, low self esteem, low concentration levels. Secondary nocturnal enuresis / bed wetting is NOT caused by a body chemical imbalance and does NOT require medical intervention (in most cases). It IS caused by normal growth OR perceived stress, which will self heal without medical intervention. What I suggest is discrete nighttime protection with the child's consent. 5. Kegel exercises will eliminate / reduce urinary incontinence. FALSE: Kegel only exercises the muscles of the pelvic floor and not the three urinary muscles concerned (detruser and two sphincter muscles). This type of exercise will tone up the anal sphincter if it is not already atrophied and one already has some control of that muscle. However, since the anal sphincter was never designed to hold liquid, a simple change in diet is usually more effective. Some of the side effects of anal sphincter strengthening is a build up of gas pressure within the bowels which causes stool to be excreted with the gas when the pressure reaches high enough to expel. Thus, kegel can create bowel incontinence to bowel continent people. Also, the reverse pressure can cause complications across the digestive tract. Thus, kegel should only be used under strict medical supervision when the complete history is known. 6. Holding urine within your bladder will eliminate / reduce incontinence / eliminate nocturnal enuresis / help train bladder control FALSE: All holding urine at strain in the bladder is doing is putting back pressure on the kidneys and can cause the external sphincter to cramp. Back pressure on the kidneys can damage them, and cause potentially fatal chemicals to enter the bloodstream. A cramped external sphincter will either lock closed or open. If it is locked closed, a catheter will have to be introduced to empty the bladder which has the potential of introducing germs into the urinary tract. If the external sphincter is locked open, urinary incontinence will occur for at least the next 12 hours until the muscle relaxes. WARNING - I strongly suggest that those urinary continent people who wish to try this that they don't as it WILL cause damage to your kidneys = fatal agonizing death. 7. Long term incontinence is curable. FALSE: Failure of somewhere along the excretory process allows the muscles to stay open. Since the body is an expert at energy conservation, if signal interruption or muscle damage the two sphincters will stay open. Since they are no longer moving, they do not utilize the blood supply. This causes deposits along the blood vessels concerned eventually reducing and eliminating blood flow to the two sphincters. The two muscles will die. Also, the subconscious will ignore the nerve signal of urine entering the bladder. The detruser might still function to a certain extent but since the sphincters are both open, one will void urine using gravity. as a result, the detruser will only function as a direct stimulation to fear or contraction of the pelvic floor muscles. 8. Biofeedback devices work FALSE: Biofeedback devices, more correctly known as nerve impulse units have little or no effect on the excretory system except to cause the detruser to contract thus emptying the bladder. Invasive surgical techniques have been found successful by implanting artificial external sphincters. However, with these devices, it is extremely important not to allow the bladder to overfill thus avoiding back pressure on the kidneys. 9. Electro-stimulation (introducing electric pulses to stimulate) of nerves / muscles can cure incontinence. FALSE: Yes, it is possible to partly recover function to certain muscles, the sphincters included, but if the original cause of incontinence is not repaired, it does not matter what muscle you have subconscious control of, without the full nervous system working, you will not gain continence. The best result possible is still needing to wear protection and being aware of your need to void but really unable to do anything to prevent it happening. Also, as explained earlier, in a matter of days/weeks, you will be back to being fully unaware of the act. 10. Internal or External Laser Sphincter Surgery (Sphinceroplasty surgery) can cause / cure incontinence FALSE: This is to cut the sphincter so it can open further. The scar tissue that will form does not alter the functionality of the sphincter. Complications from surgery can cause incontinence if nervous damage occurs, but this is rare. Urinary tract infections are more common with this type of surgery. 11. Diaper usage cause urinary tract infections. FALSE: Urinary tract infections, and or infections within the urinary system are caused by bacterial introduction into the urinary system. Urine itself to the person is sterile, and as a result, it constantly cleans and sterilizes the urinary system. Bacterium are introduced by poor hygiene standards - IE introduction feces into the tract by poor cleaning / wiping the incorrect direction OR introduction of third party implement into the urinary system - usually a catheter etc without observing proper cleaning processes. (See also No5 in relation to back pressure on the kidneys) 12. Diaper usage / incontinence can cause kidney stones. FALSE: Kidney stones are created by a build up of calcium deposits within the kidneys. The main cause of this is a lack of enough water within the diet. Calcium is one of the elements in urine, and is normally in weak enough concentrations to be totally dissolved in the urine. However, low water content urine means high concentration of elements which can crystallize and form stones within the kidney/bladder. Since the kidney/bladder is only designed to handle liquids, solid or semi-solid substance is similar to sand to the urinary system. This will cause damage to all organs concerned and also pain. Since the kidneys function are central to the functionality of the body, damage to those organs can be fatal. 13. Newborn babies ARE incontinent. FALSE: The average newborn child has a fully functioning excretory system. What they do not have is the mental ability to understand what or how to react to their bladder or bowel needs. As a result, they fuss just before voiding. Most babies are placed in diapers and encouraged either by praise after the event OR ignorance before the event to void in diapers. Correspondingly, a newborn associates, due to no other knowledge, that they are supposed to use diapers for their eliminations. This is one of the earliest things that they learn, and why, in most cases, reversing this training is so difficult. 14. Bowel continence is achievable FALSE : This will surprise most. The anal sphincter can't hold back liquid, so if you are on a liquid only diet, you will be bowel incontinent. As a result, those people, who pride themselves as being 'not an infant since they do not mess their diapers' is only due to diet, nothing else. 15. Gall Bladder Removal (cholecystectomy) causes bowel incontinence FALSE: There is no direct correlation to a cholecystectomy (gall bladder removal surgery) and fecal incontinence UNLESS there were associated complications. Most cholecystectomy surgeries are currently preformed laparoscopicly (via keyhole surgery) and as such, complications are rare. Normal temporary side effects of laparoscopic surgery can include indigestion etc or in extreme cases, an over active or over sensitive bladder or bowels. This oversensitivity is caused by residual saline solution within the bladder / bowels rather than bowel / bladder damage. However, there is about 1% of operations that cause other problems which may involve the surgeon to access the gall bladder via an alternative route. Some incontinence may be caused by such, but this is normally a temporary effect which clears up over a few weeks. What you may be referring to as fecal incontinence could be diarrhea, which about 15% of patients suffer from until their digestive system adjusts to a new diet. 16. Surgical Intervention can cause incontinence - bowel and/or bladder TRUE and FALSE: For surgery to effect continence, the surgeon needs to cut the spinal cord above the sacral vertebrae. This has also the side effect of eliminating any sexual control. However, surgery can sever the nerve group that controls the detruser. As a result, this part of your eliminations would revert to automated behavior - ie you would wet when your bladder started to fill. As you would be diaper dependent 24/7, your anal sphincter would follow suit. However, trying to find a surgeon willing to do this would be near on impossible. 17. Tasers / Electronic Devices / Acupuncture can effect continence TRUE: It is possible to use an electronic device (hair removal device / muscle stimulation device etc) to overload the impulses that your bladder nerves are constantly sending to your brain. However, since this will affect all nerve impulse from your bladder and surrounding tissue, you also may loose sexual function and/or feeling. Summary: For correct safe operation of the human body and the urinary system, do not reduce your water intake. The industry norm is a minimum of eight glasses a day or 2.9 liters a day, but I suggest that you use the calculator or similar on the link below to calculate your own body needs. http://www.csgnetwork.com/humanh2owater.html http://www.bloodindex.org/Human_Water_Requ..._Calculator.php Side note Please don't be discouraged by the information here. Cases described above are the extreme. I put this together to try and answer the questions that keep being asked on this board. For your own safety and peace of mind, anything discussed here or any other questions should be addressed to a competent medical practitioner who is familiar with your history. Anything else is not being true or fair to yourself.

Hello friends. @Pudding (of Sophie and Pudding fame) said a dirty thing in my Discord chat and it lit my brain on fire. And just like Chapter None in Breaking the Girl, when one of these fantasies grabs ahold of me, it's hard to move forward until I write it down. So here is the tale of Lana and Kara in a brand-new fictional world inspired by a passing Discord comment. I call this world "Keepers" or "The Keeper Universe" or "Owned at First Sight", and I'm having more fun than I expected in writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Keeper's Pet I held the bell of my collar with one hand as I snuck toward the kitchen. Lana was busy watching some show on the TV, this was my chance. She had moved the cookie jar - the one with the heavy lid - on top of the refrigerator... and the good cookies were in it, the chocolate cookies with the chocolate filling. She knew those were my favorite, and she put them up there on purpose just because I ate like twenty of them yesterday and got sick. But I wouldn't do that two days in a row! I just wanted one! I had sat at her feet and laid my head on her knees and whined up at her the way she loves... but I couldn't get her attention while she was watching that stupid show about tiny houses. I hated reality TV and would complain any time Lana put it on... I wasn't allowed to leave the room most of the time however, I had to watch what she wanted to watch. But not tonight. Tonight I roamed free and Lana was distracted. And that meant cookies. I didn't let go of the bell until I was standing on the chair in front of the refrigerator. This was incredibly risky, either of our two roommates would rat me out in a heartbeat, they loved seeing me punished. Celia especially, the sadistic little bitch... but Celia hadn't gotten up yet and Marcie was out. So it was just the two of us... honestly, it was sort of a surprise that I wasn't pinned to a wall with her tongue down my throat, but she could have that any time and this episode of her show was apparently special. The finale or something. I shifted carefully as I reached for the cookie jar, trying to make sure I didn't crinkle too loudly. Lana bought these particular diapers because they were the loudest and I didn't even have the muffling effect of a onesie or a skirt - my diaper was fully exposed, all I had on was a croptop that read "Cutest Pet NA". Thankfully the diaper crinkled a little less when it was wet. And it was quite wet. The lid of the cookie jar was heavy, and it was difficult to keep everything in mind - the diaper from crinkling, the chair from wobbling, the cookie jar lid from falling, the bell from jingling. I held my breath as I set the lid aside and reached in, grabbing a cookie. I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth but didn't chew - the crunch might be too loud - and grabbed another before putting the lid back. It didn't feel right when I pulled my hand away, however - the lid scraped along my fingernails. I winced in discomfort, climbing down from the chair carefully before sitting in it to enjoy my prize. I ate the cookies quickly but quietly, wishing I had time for a glass of milk... but if I got caught with cookies and milk... I shuddered at the thought. When I was done, I snuck out of the kitchen, still holding the bell and waddling, down the hallway that separated the three bedrooms from the living room... I was going to sneak down the hall and sit back down at Lana's feet and she'd never know... But she was waiting for me in the hallway. Lana was a bit tall for a girl, 5'10", and her athletic pursuits left her with a lot more muscle mass than me. I was small, 5'3", and slender. Her size combined with her stature, further combined with my instincts and I was doomed. I yelped in surprise and fell to my knees, the bell on my collar jingling furiously. "What exactly are you doing, pretty girl?" she asked in that oh-so-sweet voice that meant I was in trouble. A tingle went down my spine. I couldn't resist her and she knew it. She reveled in it. I'd try, every so often - I didn't ask for these instincts, I had to fight them at least a little... I had made it all the way to twenty-six, I had thought I was one of the Keepers, not the other... but I just hadn't met the right person. "Nothing, ma'am," I whimpered, placing my palms on the ground, shivering. I was used to the temperature - I never wore clothes, they weren't expected of "my kind"... my body temperature rose the day I underwent the change... clothes were uncomfortable now, as much as I hated to admit it. "Nothing?" she asked sharply, "So you're going to add lying to your list of misdeeds today?" Before I could sink myself further, she knelt down and grabbed my right hand and held it up. My eyes widened when I saw it. The polish was scratched off my index finger and middle finger. She had me in an asymmetric pattern this week, pastel shades, pink and green and blue... but a green and a blue were scratched and showed the pale nail beneath. Ruined. "Oh no," I whispered, quivering in her grasp. I pulled my hand away, clutching it to my chest. I backed away, scooting on my knees before I stood to run, the bell on the collar jingling. She let me get three steps before her command split the air. "Sit." I dropped to the ground immediately, my soggy, puffy diaper squelching under me as I did. I never stood a chance. She'd been conditioning me for years, ever since that day... I had really thought I was a Keeper, not a Pet. Nobody knew for sure, some people went their whole lives without finding a match, in that vanilla limbo. I thought I would too, or that I would find the Pet that pleased me, that tickled me and excited me. Being a Keeper was so glamorous. The TV shows were always about the Keepers - sure the Pets were there too, but there was no such thing as a Pet without a Keeper - but the Keeper was always the star, and everyone wanted to be one. I had run into her in the grocery store, in the soda aisle. I had been mature then, my blonde hair in smooth waves, my makeup just so, my cold shoulder sweater exposing the perfect amount of skin, contrasting beautifully with the short shorts that showed every inch of my legs. I was hot and I knew it. I was mature, I was responsible, I had a great job, and I was on the lookout for a Pet. Size didn't matter, there were lots of short Keepers. And there she was. Long brown hair spilling over her shoulders, a cream top with a low-cut neck exposing her cleavage, a pair of comfortable, loose jeans beneath them. Sneakers to my chunky wedges. She was stylish and sure, but she was the kind of girl I would normally pass by... until our eyes met. I had wanted a soda from the top shelf, and I was reaching when she plucked it and handed it to me. And our gazes locked. And we knew. We knew in that moment who was who. And I knew that I wasn't a Keeper at all. She pulled my basket from me gently and set it down on the ground, setting hers next to it. Then she took me by the wrist and walked me out of the store... and there was nothing I could do to resist. The attraction of a new Bond was too intense, my brain was barely functioning. I had fuzzed out. When her eyes bore into mine, it was like I just stopped thinking. My whole body felt warm and tingly, like I was overheating. When I came to, I was in the trunk of her hatchback, my shorts and sweater gone, my shoes gone. I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine on a plastic mat in nothing but my panties and bra. And I knew. The blood test was quick, and I was registered... we had bonded, and I belonged to Lana. "Good girl," she praised, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. "But you weren't a good girl just a bit ago, were you?" I wanted her with every fibre of my being. It was the Bond. I wanted her hands on me. When she took charge, when she took control, it's all I wanted. To submit, to be hers. To be a good girl. A person unfamiliar with the Bond would think I resented it, that I wanted to escape... but that's not how the Bond works. I loved my Keeper with every bit of me. Any thoughts of having a Pet of my own vanished that day, the day I became hers. And she loved me. The Bond changed us both, she'd do anything to protect me, to care for me, to keep me safe. I was more vulnerable now, less safe. She would own me and protect me. Forever. "No, ma'am," I whispered. "What were you doing, Pet? Be a good girl now." She was working the conditioning hard, I didn't stand a chance. She closed those three steps in one and hovered over me. "I took two cookies, ma'am," I confessed, quivering in her shadow. "And... I scratched my nail polish on the lid of the cookie jar... " Without another word, she wrapped a hand around my wrist, and I did the stupidest thing I could. I resisted. I yanked my hand away and pulled back, scooting away from her. "No," I complained. I knew where I was headed, I knew what was in store for me. But it was Sunday! I wasn't supposed to be confined today! I was supposed to have free reign and stretch my legs and relax and... "Kara," she snapped, causing me to sit up straight at attention instantly. "You are a Pet. You belong to me. I am your Keeper. You WILL submit to me, you will do everything I want and you will like it. Your every waking moment belongs to me. Your diapered bottom belongs to me. Your body, your mind, and your soul all belong to me. You- " I fuzzed out. It was too much. The world got shaky and everything went white as the stream of domination spilled from her lips. As she leaned in closer, the scent of her shampoo in my nostrils, that firm tone in my ears... and my vision got blurry and white around the edges. It was always like this, every time. She had the keys to my mind and could shut me down just by talking. Every Keeper could do that to their Pet and we were certainly no different. When I came to, we were in the living room.. and I was in my cage, my hands poking through the bars just as she was locking them in place. "Lana," I whined, "I want out!" She reached in through the hole in the top of the cage, the one she used to give me treats or pettings and stroked my curled hair. She curled it every morning, part of our grooming routine. She doted on me, she gave me tons of attention. She needed my submission just as much as I needed her dominance. We grew grey and ill if we were apart too long, it was just the way of things. "You ruined your nails, you naughty girl," she scolded even as she scritched behind my left ear. She was just a few millimeters from the spot... I cocked my head and she found it, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I felt the diaper grow warm between my legs and smiled. That was common for Pets - attention made us lose control. "We're going to fix your nails, let them dry, and then I'm going to take you to the bedroom." "Hey," Celia yawned as she strolled through the living room and plopped down on the couch. "I thought Sunday was her roaming day? Aren't her legs going to cramp?" The Kara of old, before I had fuzzed that first time, would have been horrified at this. I was kneeling in a cage, my hands poking out of the front and locked in place while Lana calmly painted my nails, my diaper was wet and obvious... I would have died of embarrassment. But being embarrassed about this would be like being embarrassed about breathing. It just was. And it was like this everywhere. We had gotten this cage at a local petstore just recently - the effects of the Bond were well understood even if the cause wasn't. "Someone was stealing cookies," Lana explained as she drew the loaded polish brush lightly across my nails. "Someone obviously didn't want to roam today." "Lana," I whined again. "I do want to roam, I'll be good... I just really wanted a cookie!" "Then why didn't you ask for a cookie, sweet pet?" she teased. "I think we're going to put on your kitten mittens when this is dry." "No!" I cried. I couldn't do anything with the mittens on, my hands would be completely useless. Two padded paws. Adorable, but useless. "Wow," Celia laughed. "Someone's been saying that word a lot lately, you'd think she likes being punished." I shot her a glare. Celia had sandy-blonde hair in a chin-length cut and was happy to lounge around in her pajamas, a pair of fleecy pants and a t-shirt about some video game. I may have been a Pet, I may have been helpless before Lana, but I was not helpless to Celia. And I didn't appreciate her teasing. "Oh she does," Lana chuckled. "You can feel when your Pet enjoys something. It's... nice. And Kara is a glutton for punishment. She loves the attention, she loves the feel of my hands on her... even when they're spanking." A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt a new heat rising inside the diaper. She had this effect on me, especially when I was restrained. I had never imagined that anyone, anything could make me feel as good as Lana did. As good as being owned by her did. "I hope I get a Pet that cute," Celia giggled. "Watching you with her is... nice. I want one." "I hope you find your Keeper," I snapped at her from behind the bars. Celia was Lana's best friend, she hadn't liked me at all at first, those first weeks when Lana brought me home... she enjoyed living off of Lana selling all my belongings, that was for sure - but that was all she wanted. She had grown warmer as the years passed and was quite fond of me. I generally liked her too, but she tended to pile on if I was in trouble. We got along great when I was out of the cage. Unfortunately the cage was a fixture in the living room for a reason. Right next to Lana's chair, so she could reach in and pet me whenever she wanted. "Oh, she's feisty today," Celia laughed outright. "When was the last time you fucked her?" My cheeks burned crimson at this. It was one thing for Lana to talk that way, it was another for Celia to say it! I started to protest, but Lana cut me off. "Two days. But we're going to fix that, aren't we, Kara-pet? Right after we get your nails pretty and dried and your kitten mittens on. We'll take you back and... well... I think you're going to cum a few times in that wet diaper before we really get started." I could feel that brain-fuzz descending again as she took my mind with her words. I was helpless before her. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Good morning, all! So, "It's Just a Party" that I posted a short while back did better than I anticipated. It was my first time writing a story that was more fetish-heavy than others. As I mentioned previously, I'm considering making a series of short (or shorter) stories, and compiling them into something that could be purchased through Kindle. This next story is something I'm not finished with yet. The plan is to release a new chapter once a week (kind of like how our favorite TV shows make us wait ). It's another story idea that I had initially written an intro for many, many years ago, and just never got around to writing. Some chapters will be shorter than others, but I hope you enjoy it. Here's Chapter 1: Chapter 1 You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I’m a bit of a computer geek, although you wouldn’t know it at first glance. Physically, I don’t exactly fit the bill of “geek”; I’m a little over five feet, am “fit” with just a few curves, and developed rather nicely during puberty. While most guys approach me with the “Hey, let’s do it” routine, I’m far too socially awkward to play those kind of games. That’s not to say I haven’t been intimate with someone before, but that was a long time ago, and honestly, the person I did it with was extremely boring. He had no mystery to him, no sense of humor, and at one point turned down sex for a midnight release of some lame video game that sucked. I was looking for someone with a lot more spice to them. A little geeky, a little dorky, and a whole lot of privacy. As for my computer skills, I’m not really sure how I learned to do what I do. At a young age, I was fascinated with computers, and growing up with the Internet's evolution, I found myself more and more glued to the computer screen, wanting to crack every code, access every file, and find out every little thing about whichever interesting person I’d “meet” next. I've got a knack for putting pieces together with very little information and I love researching things. Now before you judge me and tell me I’m an awful woman for “being one of those criminal hackers,” just keep in mind that I don’t steal anyone’s money or identity, and I don’t try to get into big corporate web sites and ruin their day. I’m just curious, to a fault, and I know that some people have a tendency to hide things about themselves that they may not want others to see. Something about that knowledge drives me to sometimes do ridiculous things. This is the story about how I found Michael Johansen, also known as IttyBittyBabyBear84. At least, by the online community he’s part of, anyway. How I first met Michael was a complete accident. He works at the local computer store, Roman’s RAM & More, and it just so happened that I needed new thermal paste to keep my PC cool. Sure, I could’ve ordered it online, but even with 2 day shipping, it would’ve taken all weekend to get to my place. Me being my normal, awkward self, didn’t think to call ahead to ask if they had it. The inside of the store was extremely organized. PC monitors were in their own area, and so were printers, hard drives, graphics cards, RAM. Just about everything had one of those anti-theft spider devices wrapped snugly around them, and for good reason. This stuff wasn’t cheap! Still, they had a lot to offer, and I could see an older woman in the store with a gentleman about 5’7” with black hair, and a clean-shaven baby face. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at me with his blue eyes, quietly saying, “Hi, I’ll be right with you, ma’am,” with a genuine smile. His eyes practically pled to be released from his current conversation, and I was about to find out why. His current customer kept pointing to what I presumed to be her laptop on the counter between the two, occasionally scoffing or throwing her hands in the air. I casually walked by and headed towards where I thought the thermal paste would be, eavesdropping like a pro the entire time. “This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” the woman complained, “what do you mean you won’t fix this for free?!” “As I explained before,” the man calmly replied, “we aren’t the manufacturer of the computer. I specifically remember selling you this computer a few years ago and offering you the extended service plan through us so that if this happened, we’d be able to fix it for free, and you declined, as I showed you on the receipt 10 minutes ago.” “Whatever,” the woman yelled, “I want this fixed, and I want it fixed now.” “I can fix it for you if you’d like, but it will take a couple of days for the power supply to get here. There isn’t a compatible power supply for this particular laptop in stock right now. I can order it this morning if you wa-” “That isn’t now, is it? And let me guess, you people are gonna charge me an arm and a leg, huh?!” “Well, your replacement power supply is...let’s see...ah, I found one for only $59.99. When I get it here, it’ll take a few hours to get done since there are other folks ahead of you getting their stuff fixed.” “Oh, that’s just great. And how much is that gonna cost me?” This woman was downright awful. Her emphasis on words made me want to slap her each time she did it, but I kept my mouth shut for a little longer, since the man was being so nice. I had to give him credit, too. He was handling it much better than I would’ve been! “$150.00. I can take 10 percent off since we didn’t have that power supply in stock today.” “Highway robbery! So it’ll be $200 to fix this piece of crap that you people sold me!?” “If you want it fixed sooner than later, then yes. Or, as I also mentioned earlier, you can call the number on the sticker beneath your laptop and tell them what’s going on. Just keep in mind they’ll make you ship your computer out, and that could also take quite a bit of time for them to fix and return to you.” “Ugh, and there’s nothing you can do to help me?!” The man sighed, his brow furrowing as he tried his best to keep his composure. Something about seeing this baby-faced employee (whom at the time I didn’t know was Michael) getting upset made me want to help him. I walked back towards the two, listening to the woman as she continued belittling the man and the store. Now remember, I’m pretty socially awkward, and this means that sometimes I tend to have no filter, especially when someone is annoying me. “Lady,” I huffed, “he just told you how he can help you, and I’m sure he told you a thousand times before I got here. Pay the man and let him fix your shit, or call the manufacturer.” “Would you mind your own business?” the woman barked at me. “Okay, two things: One, your ‘business’ can be heard from across the street. And two, stop using emphasis on unnecessary words. You’re making me want to box my own ears.” She looked utterly defeated, stammering and fumbling over her next response. Michael’s eyes widened, as if astonished by my sass, not knowing I was actually very anxious and anticipated a potential shouting match with this awful human being. “Which one is it, lady? You gonna let the man help you or what?” “Who are you?” she huffed. “Just a nobody who really hates people like you. Keep it up and I’ll record the rest of this conversation and show the whole town how ridiculous you’re acting. I’m sure it’ll be great explaining that during your next candle party.” That was it. I’d verbally cut her down. The woman quietly scoffed some more, looking at Michael, hoping for some intervention. Michael backed away, however, probably not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. After a few awkward seconds of silence, the woman picked up her laptop and quietly walked out the door, realizing her utter bitchery with every step. “Um…” Michael quietly said, his cheeks red as he scratched the back of his head. “Guess I came in at the right time. Sorry,” I took a deep breath, “I don’t usually do that, but she was just-” “-awful, I know. 30 minutes, I’ve been dealing with her, and I’ve already been having a bad day. Thank you. You said exactly what I was thinking.” “Hey, I’m like your knight in shining armor! Erica to the rescue! I’m Erica, by the way.” I said with a shrug. “Michael. Can’t say I’ve ever met someone so noble before!” he joked, making us both laugh. Not only cute, but funny to boot! And my odd behavior hadn’t scared him away! “So, Erica. Um, what can I help you with?” Michael asked. “Well, I need thermal paste. My rig is overheating and it looks like it just needs a new coat.” “You have a rig?” he asked, surprised. “Hells yeah, I have a rig!” I exclaimed. The two of us talked for quite some time about our rigs (for those of you who don’t know what these are, they’re just computers...on steroids...and cost lots and lots of money. I won’t bore you all with the details of the conversation, but I will tell you that something in the way Michael’s interaction with me gave me the indication that he took a liking to me; the look in his eyes, the shyness in his smile, the way his little baby-faced cheeks lit up when he realized how passionate we both were about our computers. I had no complaints on my end, and honestly, I found it to be quite amusing and adorable. After our nerd session, Michael walked me to where the thermal paste was, looking intently until he found it. “Aha! Right here. Just a little over five bucks.” Michael crouched down, reaching for the thermal paste. A little more about me: I think a man’s ass is amazing. No, that doesn’t mean all men’s asses are amazing. There are some that just aren’t attractive, and there are also some guys who are so douchey that their nice ass doesn’t seem deserved. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Michael’s butt, and found...and heard...something interesting. The back of his shirt looked like it had become untucked. His dark blue jeans outlined his firm rear, but at the top of his waistband, I swore I saw something thick and white. A diaper? I thought. No, that must be the top of his boxers. And then a light rustling, crinkling sound could be heard. It was definitely a diaper! Was he incontinent? Poor guy! Michael appeared to try covering this up with a few coughs, and as he stood back up, he pulled his shirt down, his cheeks a bit red. I think he almost anticipated that I’d ask about what I heard, but he didn’t see me checking him out, and I simply played dumb. I took the thermal paste from him and smiled, walking over to the cash register. Michael, on the other hand, stayed in place for a bit, adjusting his shirt and pulling up his jeans a little before heading over. “I hope this works!” I said, trying to ease any suspicion or potential tension. “Yeah, it should! But, please come back if it doesn’t.” Michael offered, making me smile. “You’re just too sweet!” I said as I handed him the cash. He quickly rung me out before placing my item in a small plastic bag, along with the receipt. And still, I couldn’t help but grow more curious about the diaper. This made my brain start asking more questions: Did he get into an accident? Was he sick? Did his significant other know? Did he even have a significant other? Something about quickly had me fixated on finding the answers. “Here you go, Erica. And again, thanks a lot for your help today with that woman.” “You’re very welcome. Glad I could help!” I smiled, looking around the counter. “Oh! Do you have a business card or something? I figure I’ll call you first if something doesn’t work out.” “Oh, sure! Here. Call me or email me, or just come in. I’ll be happy to help.” Michael gave me another shy smile as he handed me the card. I took the card and thanked him, exiting the store. Yeah, I’m sly like that. Examining the card, I saw that it had his full name and title, email address, and phone number. Apparently, he was the Assistant Manager of the store. I would use this information to satiate my curiosity, and let me tell you: things got pretty interesting from there!

Hello all! ^^ I would like to take the time and tell you a little about myself. I am a 34 y/o healthy, continent male (no history of bladder/bowel issues) that has had an interest in diapers from a very early age. I was around 7 years old when I “borrowed” a plastic backed Pampers diaper from my 2 year old cousin’s diaper bag. The babysitter was my aunt; who is the coolest person ever and knows about my “interests” in diapers. I unfolded it and put it in my underwear. I walked around in it and heard the crinkle and wished I could wear diapers all the time as well instead of my “big boy” undies. Of course, there is a whole lot more to my story but this is a very brief summary to keep from boring you all. I’ve had 24/7 stretches (for up to 6 months) in the past but had to stop due to financial/personal reasons when I was in college. Now, here I am at 34 years old and still wanting to be back in diapers for good. The desire isn’t going away and I’m tired of fighting it. It’s what makes me whole so that’s just the way it is and is going to be for now on. Over the years, my desire to become diaper dependent has not waned in the slightest and no matter how many times I place it on the back burner - they’ve always been there. So I’ve decided to go through with this. I also have a girlfriend, who I love with all my heart who completely supports me in becoming diaper dependent and she actually prefers me in them! I call her “mommy” most of the time which she loves. Having said all of this, she was vaguely familiar with the AB/DL community before we started dating ~7 mo ago. She supports me and loves me for who I am. This is very hard to come by especially since there’s no clear cut answer as to why someone would have the desire to become incontinent and how much our community is misunderstood. I have slight AB tendencies, but I’m not an exhibitionist or advertise the fact I wear diapers out in public. That’s not for me and please DO NOT post anything about ‘showing your diaper off’ etc. I have a very respectful job and conduct myself in a very professional manner dealing with well over 50 clients on average per day in a clinical setting. The bottom line: I value discretion and privacy to maintain my dignity. If (inevitably) my diaper rides up the back exposing it a bit, then 99% of people will assume it's a medical condition and mind their own business. The other 1% can ....well you get the point. **I have a onesie so I will wear it often at work** Reading the other forum posts has given me a lot of insight and motivation to push forward in my journey to diaper dependence. For now, I am only untraining my bladder, so I will try to retain my bowel control. From what I’ve read, some people have experienced a decline in their bowel control during their bladder untraining adventures. This makes perfect sense considering the nerves that are responsible for both bladder and bowel control are interlinked. ie; if you weaken one neural pathway, then there is a natural weakening/desensitization of the other. I will, of course document and report any changes in both my bladder and bowel control. Another thing of note is masturbation. I’m abstaining from it due to risk of exercising the muscles by accident. I have also fallen victim to the feeling you get after you’ve “done the deed” and don’t want to put another diaper on. It’s just not worth it and the fact that it increases DHT in men is more than enough to keep me from doing it. I have a full head of hair and plan to keep it! ^^ I will keep my diaper area shaved clean at all times for obvious reasons. My Current Continence Level A brief note about my current continence level. I am currently completely continent in both bladder and bowels. I wake up completely dry every night, but I love wetting my diaper prior to bed and sleeping in it overnight and waking up pretending I soaked it in my sleep. Eventually, I hope this will happen for real! ^^ If there is any advantage I have coming into this journey, I would have to say that from years of wearing diapers often and the 24/7 stretches in the past - that I notice once I have a diaper on, that I can wet anywhere at anytime with very minimal effort or thought at the slightest urge. Along with many other people and I’m no exception, the hardest position for me to initiate wetting is in a position when my urethra is kinked - esp while driving. It’s weird because in the past, I had “good” days and “bad” days. If I was fluid-loaded, I clenched up and/or it was hard to start peeing. If I sipped fluids throughout the day (3 big gulps of water in 10-15 min intervals) along with practicing the “reverse kegel” of keeping the bladder muscles relaxed as much as possible; then I’ll go immediately without issue. I’ve noticed if I’ve worn 24/7 for a brief period of time (like 1-2 days) and haven't exercised control of my bladder muscles - that I get frequent urges throughout the day (about every 30 min - 1 hr) and will continue for 4-5 days afterwards. This is good news in my book because it means that the muscles are weakening faster than they can gain strength back. ^^ IMO, these constant urges that come about of being out of diapers after a 24/7 shift is enough to motivate me to put a diaper back on. No having to rush to the restroom and interrupt my day at work (medical setting). My current stock of diapers are 2 cases of the Abena M4’s Plastic Backed and one case of the Tena Active Fit Maxi (great discreet daytime diaper!). I plan to keep at least an extra case on hand at all times for those instances when I slack off in ordering diapers, which is few and far between but it happens. To sum all this up: -I’m always diapered 24/7 from this point onward -Keep the bladder muscles relaxed and practice reverse kegeling after I wet -Stay well hydrated throughout the day to practice uncontrolled wetting and 16 oz of water before bed -Keeping bed adequately protected with quality mattress protector and trust my diapers -Listen to hypnosis recording; preferably before bed (this is optional and to help my subconscious adjust) -Expect WEEKLY UPDATES from here on out documenting any changes I experience in my continence, unless I come up with something to mention or ask about that pertains to my personal situation. So that’s it for my gameplan. If anyone has any questions, suggestions, or anything you feel I left out; please feel free to ask them here! I will try my best to answer in a timely manner as I work full time and life just gets in the way. Thank you very much for reading my post and here’s to a new life of being padded 24/7! ^^

As this is my first story, poorly written and unedited, I debated whether to post this or not. In the end, I decided to go ahead and post it. All criticism is appreciated. Thank you for reading, and, please, try to enjoy. -- I was having serious doubts about this. It went against everything I tried to be. Everything that an independent Little should try to be. Mature, a word that usually described me, was not applicable here. A baby stared back at me from the standing mirror. My costume was infantile. A cutesy, poofy, pumpkin outfit. My legs were bare, as the costume acted more like a onesie. Matching booties adorned my feet. My hair, usually a bob cut, was done up in short pigtails. I looked, for all intents and purposes, like an adopted Little ready to go trick-or-treating with her Mommy. That was the point, though. I wasn't really adopted, and my parents were still related to me by blood. I was ready to go trick-or-treating, however. Eighteen year olds didn't go trick-or-treating, though. Especially not eighteen year old, independent Littles. But, that wasn't to be the case this year. I wanted to do something festive for Halloween. I didn't want to go to some crazy party. I didn't want to watch horror movies at home, with my best friend, for the fourth year in a row. I didn't want to go to the school-sponsored dance. I did like candy, though. When my best friend, Leah, suggested her silly, almost-demeaning idea, I was initially all for it. We couldn't trick-or-treat, because we were too old. Adopted Littles could go trick-or-treating. I was a Little, and Leah was an Amazon. If we went trick-or-treating, acting like an adopted Little and her Amazon, we could definitely get away with a haul of candy. And, we'd be going across town, to make sure that we wouldn't see anyone we knew. It made sense at the time. It made sense, until I put on the costume Leah picked out. A pumpkin. At least it's more festive than a princess costume, or something else. I had been prepared, but it was much more humiliating in person. The costume itself was bad enough. The babyish hairstyle was pushing it too. The worst part was the diaper, that she insisted I wear underneath the costume. I made a fuss about it. Letting my emotions get the better of me was something I didn't let happen often, but a diaper was too much. It had bad connotations to Littles, even in a country as progressive as ours. But, Leah calmed me down. To fool people, she said, the costume had to be really authentic. It did make sense. However, despite my apprehension, I did intend on making use of the costume. Candy was much more important than my pride. "Where's your costume?" I stopped looking in the mirror, and turned to Leah, as she walked into the room. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, normal clothing. "I'm wearing it. I'm a Mommy." "Please. I thought you were supposed to be my babysitter?" "Mommy sounds cuter, though." "Leah, we're like the same age. No one's gonna believe you're my mommy." "There's tons of 'Mommys' and cute Littles, who've fallen in love at our age, Giselle." "I guess." "Plus, no one's gonna care about me. How old I am, or what costume I'm wearing. All they're gonna care about is the cutie in the stroller. Now let's get going, we don't want to keep you up past your bedtime." She winked at me, before swiftly taking me into her arms. "Bedtime? It's only five o'clock. I don't normally go to sleep until eleven." "Cute, babied Littles usually go to bed at eight." I rolled my eyes. This was already too much, and we hadn't even gotten out of the door. I really wanted to back out. I didn't mind her carrying me much, she's picked me up and carried me many times before. I did mind the teasing. The mature thing was not to react, though. I knew she didn't mean anything by it. I stayed silent as we moved towards the front door of her house. "I feel like you're gonna go baby crazy." I said. Leah shook her head. "I'm sorry for teasing you, Giselle. I promise I'm not catching baby fever or anything. Even if I was, I doubt I'd want my best friend." Even if she was, it'd be nonpermanent. It was hard to just snatch an unwilling Little in our country. It'd be embarassing, sure, especially with the position I put myself into, but nonpermanent. I took solace in her words, though. "I slipped your phone into your diaper-bag." It took me a second to register what she said, and another to spit out my question. "Diaper-bag?" "Yes, adopted Littles have diaper-bags, right? If you're gonna pretend to be adopted, you need all the accessories." "Where did you even get one?" "Spare, from when my cousin stays over. Just like everything else." "Everything else?" "Yep. The diaper you're wearing, and the two in the bag, are hers. The stroller, pacifier and bottles too." That was a lot to process. I really hadn't thought about what tonight would entail. My lust of candy blinded me. She must've seen my reaction, as she just stood in the entranceway, waiting for my response. "A stroller?" I finally eaked out. "Yes. You don't espect me to carry you, a diaperbag, and your candy pail all night, do you?" "I didn't expect any of it!" I didn't mean to yell, but I was getting flustered. It was getting too humiliating. Neither of us said anything for a moment. Quietly, I said. "I think I don't wanna go out." "Aw, c'mon Giselle." She said. "I don't wanna force you or anything, but think about this. No one's gonna know it's you. We're going all the way across town. No one we go to school with lives over there. No one will find out. It's going to be embarassing, still, but think of all the candy. Think of how fun it'll be. Way more fun than staying at home watching B-rated horror movies, right?" She was right, but- "Candy. Halloween. Candy." "I guess." "Then it's settled." Leah bent down and picked up the diaperbag, with me in hand, and then left the house. I was worried about this part, due to the high chance of someone we knew seeing us, but I was in the car in seconds. She buckled me into the carseat, that was a permanent fixture of the backseat of her car. It was plain, black, and comfortable. A necessity for all Little passengers, she needed to have one in the car to drive me around. It got a lot of use. She picked me up and drove me home from school every day. She placed the diaperbag on the floor, before getting into the driver's seat. The car started, the radio was turned on to some generic pop station, and we were off. Leah and I talked briefly about class, but her attention was focused on the road. Without a phone, I was got bored quickly. I wanted to worry more about tonight's events, but that wasn't exactly good conversation. For the twenty minutes it took to get across town, I listlessly stared out the window and hummed along to the radio. By the time we were parked in a community center parking lot, my nervousness had increased. Butterflies weren't just fluttering but flinging themselves around in my stomach. Candy. Halloween. Festive. Repeated over and over again in my mind. Leah didn't immediately take me out of the car. Instead, the trunk was opened, and Leah got something out. I guessed that it was the stroller, as I hadn't seen it yet. After a moment, Leah walked to my door and opened it. I was unbuckled, picked up, and deposited in a pink monstrosity. The canopy was bright pink. The tray in front of me was bright pink. The eight point harness was bright pink as well. The cushioning around me was a muted pink. From what I could tell, the rest of the device was the same shade of pink as the cushioning. The seat faced forward, making me unable to see Leah. It did make me visible to everyone we would pass by. Leah moved to the side of the stroller, and leaned down to talk to me. "Are you ready?" "As I'll ever be." "Alright then, let's get trick-or-treating." This neighborhood had a good number of trick-or-treaters. The parking lot was packed with cars, and there seemed to be some tents and booths set up in a section of it. I didn't know what they were for, and there wasn't a lot indicating their purpose. Lots of mothers, probably in their thirties or older, and lots of Littles. Some normal Amazonian children were running around, but not many. Most were probably accompanying their mothers and Little siblings. Leah pushed me towards a two-story, yellow house. Despite it not being dark yet, the porchlight was on. It didn't have much of a porch, with just two steps leading up to the door. She pushed the doorbell, and waited. Only a couple seconds went by before an older woman, probably in her mid-fifties, opened the door. She didn't say anything, but looked at me expectantly. Leah looked down at me. "C'mon sweetie. I know you're shy, but you want some candy, don't you?" It took me a second to register what she meant. I blushed, and said. "Trick-or-treat." "That'sa girl." Leah held out the candy pail, which she must've been holding on to. The woman threw a few Amazon-sized pieces of candy in the bucket. "Now what do we say to the nice lady?" "Thank you, Miss." The lady responded with a "Happy Halloween" and we departed towards the next house. It went much the same way. Eventually, I got into the swing of things, and my candypail increasingly got filled with candy. The embarassment didn't fade, but I managed. We were doing something festive. We were getting candy doing it. I could deal with looking like a baby for a night. When we walked up to the fifteenth house, Leah stopped, which meant I stopped too. "What's wrong, Leah?" I tried to look around, but the harness limited my movement and the canopy restricted my view. She leaned down to whisper to me. "I don't want you to get upset, but I just remembered something that I wanted you to try." That didn't sound good. "Yeah?" "One second." She disappeared momentarily, and then came back into view. Next thing I knew, she was waving a pacifier in front of me. "Oh no. No. What'd even be the point?" I asked. "To make you look cuter? More candy, maybe? Look at it. It matches." She was right. It was a jack-o-lantern styled pacifier. Orange, green, with black eyes and a black mouth. I really didn't want to be sucking on a pacifier, though. "Didn't you say it was your cousins?" "Yep." "Isn't it weird that it matches me?" "Not really. She has a pacifier for every holiday. I picked the pumpkin costume out with this in mind, too." That was a good enough, excuse, but still. "Just try it. Cute Littles get more candy." She was right. "If I didn't know better, I would swear you were easing me into this, trying to really turn me into your baby." I sighed. Another concern popped into my head. "Isn't that unsanitary?" "Don't worry. I washed it. You really think I'm that bad of a Mommy?" She smiled jokingly. I groaned. "Ok, ok. Babysitter." With no good excuses, I reluctantly accepted the pacifier into my mouth. I gave it a test suck, but it was kinda hard and uncomfortable. "Cute. Very authentic. Try to keep it in, ok?" Leah finally rolled me up to the house. It was the same style as the previous nine, but it was a different color. Blue, this time. A man opened the door. "Trick-or-treat." I tried to say, but the pacifier muffled what I said. It came out sounding lispy and babyish. The man dropped a few pieces of candy in the candypail. He smiled at me as I thanked him. "Is she yours?" He asked Leah. "You seem awfully young." It took her a second to respond. Probably deciding what to say. "No, I'm just babysitting her, while her parents stay at home." I was glad she chose that answer, as I absolutely did not want to call my best friend "Mommy." "Well, that's good for them to get some alone time. My wife's out with ours, right now. Anyway, I won't keep you guys. Have a Happy Halloween." We returned the farewell, and then headed towards the next house. This repeated, until we did a full circuit of the block. By this point, the sun was getting low in the sky. We had been trick-or-treating for at least an hour. I wasn't even walking, but even I was getting a bit tired. Tired of being embarassed, but also tired of the repetition. Even Leah seemed to be lagging a little, even if it was barely noticeable. We stopped at the corner of the block. "Do you want to rest for a minute?" I let the pacifier drop from my mouth. "Yeah." "Here." Leah audibly fiddled with the bag behind me. A baby-bottle was hung in front of me. "Something to drink. You have to be thirsty." She was right. I was a bit thirsty. It was a huge bottle, though, and I doubted that I was that thirsty. I took it from Leah. Even both my hands didn't completely wrap around the bottle. I examined the bottle. A clear liquid was contained inside. Water, obviously. I put the nipple into my mouth. It was a struggle to get the water to flow through it. I had to tip my head back, and suck in a certain rythm. Even then, the bottle didn't drain very fast. It felt like an eternity to drink just half of the bottle. I looked at Leah, who had sat down in front of the stroller to rest. I popped my lips from the bottle's nipple. "Are we about done?" "Well, the candypail is only half-full." said Leah. "Only half?" She nodded. We had been around only one block, but it felt like we were getting a lot of candy. I sorta wanted to call it good. We've had some festivity, and we got some candy. Then, I thought for a moment. Half of a pail full of Amazon-sized candy would be more than enough for me. Leah, on the other hand, wouldn't get hardly any candy. She'd be better off buying some at a convenience store. The whole idea was for us both to get a load of candy, and to do it in a festive manner. We'd have to keep going, then. "Alright, let me finish drinking this, and then let's keep trick-or-treating." While I drank the other half of the bottle, Leah stood and grabbed something else out of diaperbag. "Here, another bottle. Just in case you get thirsty later." She placed it next to me in the stroller, and took the other bottle once it had been emptied. We then took off towards the next block. It was much like the first block. Same style of house, and same demographic. The affinity of Amazons for Littles made sure that our candypail was full by the time we visited every house. Embarassment was still a problem, but that might have contributed to our haul. Amazons love humiliated, embarassed Littles, after all. Either that, the Amazons of this neighborhood were just expectionally generous, or I forgot how fast candy accumulates when trick-or-treating. Despite taking only another hour, the moon replaced the sun by the time we had finished. The bottle that Leah had left with me was empty. I had suckled on it inbetween houses. It was a lot of water, but it kept my mind focused on something other than the situation and candy. I was definitely not thirsty now. I had a slight urge to pee, but it could wait until I got back to Leah's house and out of this costume. We had been out here two hours, though, meaning it was probably around seven o'clock. Leah and I both normally ate around this time. We would probably be leaving soon, as there wasn't a whole lot of real food here. "Do you want to visit the booths in the parking lot?" Leah asked. "I was wondering what those were for?" "The community center here holds a fair on Halloween, as well as other holidays." She said. "Do you want to go?" "Not really. I was hoping we could get some food." "They have food at the fair." "Well-" My stomach audibly growled. Hunger was winning out over my other need. "That settles it, then. Unless you really want to go somewhere else?" I didn't. I didn't want to go to the fair either, but I could handle being humiliated for some food. There was no argument from me, as Leah pushed us towards the booths and tents. The small area of parking lot that made up the fairgrounds was packed with people. I could hardly see the booths and tents through the crowd. Leah seemed to know where to go, however. We eventually stopped at the end of a line. A delicious smell wafted through the air. The pressure on my bladder was increasing, but the idea of food took my mind off it. I definitely wanted whatever this booth was selling before we left. By the time we got to the front of the line, I was starving. Even if it was, as I discovered, just generic fair-food. Leah ordered for both of us. A Little-sized corndog and some home-made chips in a basket for me, and an Amazon-sized version of the same thing for herself. She handed me both baskets to carry. Hers dwarfed mine. Holding on tight to both baskets, I felt Leah begin to push the stroller again. We moved towards the edge of the parking lot, and away from the fair. Leah stopped us in a grassy area by the road. The food was delicious, as fair food usually is. It was greasy, hot, and filling. I scarfed mine down quickly. Leah was only half-way through her corndog and chips by the time my basket was empty. While basking in the afterglow of fullness, I remembered my other need. I had to pee, and I had to pee really bad. Littles have never been renowned for their bladder control, and I was no exception. When I had to pee bad, I had to go right then. I'd already held it for a few hours, which was a pretty big feat. "Leah." "Yeah?" She popped a chip into her mouth. "I need to go to the bathroom." She raised one of her eyebrows questioningly. "Why not just use your diaper? That's what it's there for." "Leah!" I fidgeted. "This isn't a joke. I'm not a baby, I need a restroom." Despite being best friends for most of our lives, I don't think Leah had ever seen me this desparate. I was usually very careful about my toilet needs. "And I'm not joking either. Wouldn't it be weird to see a Little, just seconds ago diapered, using the toilet?" "No one would know! Please, Leah, take me to the restroom." I was getting really desparate. "I'm sure someone would hear the tapes being ripped off. It's a crowded event, with one bathroom." I thought about it, and I guess she wasn't wrong. "It'd kinda defeat the whole point of this, if someone found out that you aren't an adopted Little." I don't know if it was just that I agreed with her, or if my bladder just gave out. A warm, wet sensation spread across my privates and my butt. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my face turned to a deep shade of red. That was the most embarassing thing that had ever happened to me. Wearing a diaper already had bad enough connotations to most independent Littles, but basically being forced to use it too? I wanted to curl up and die. I wanted to be changed more, though. "Leah," My voice was soft, and waivering. "I want out of this diaper, please." "Alright, just one second." She popped the last of her food into her mouth, before grabbing my basket and putting it in hers. She held onto it, as she started to push the stroller towards the community center. The whole way there, I could feel the wet, slick feeling of my piss-filled diaper. I felt like everyone was staring at me. They knew what I'd done. They knew what I was, and what I felt like. A puny, dumb, babied Little. The curling up and dying almost sounded nicer than a change. Leah deposited our trash in the trashcan outside of the community center's restrooms. She wheeled me into the restroom. I had expected it to be very crowded, but it seemed to be empty. I almost protested to her about earlier, but decided against it. There was no way she could've known, and, with the amount of people mulling around, even I assumed it was going to be crowded. Three stalls occupied the rightside of the room, while the left wall had two changing stations. Seemingly unconcerned for my wants, we headed towards the changing stations. "Leah." I whined. "Take me to one of the stalls." "No." I knew she already had some reason lined up to deny me privacy. I sighed. "Why not?" "If someone came in, it'd be suspicious." "Of course. Fine." I acquiesced. She unbuckled me and lifted me out of the stroller, before placing me on the changing table. In just seconds, she had me out of my pumpkin costume. I was now naked, except for my wet diaper and an undershirt, that I luckily decided to wear under the costume. While this bothered me, I didn't care too much. All I wanted was to be out of this diaper, and if I had to be nearly naked, then so be it. She placed the costume off to the side, before gently pushing me onto my back. Leah untaped the diaper, exposing my crotch to cold air. I wasn't particularly upset at Leah seeing me naked. We'd been nude around eachother before. The diaper was slide out from under me, and Leah quickly got to work cleaning me up. I felt a lot better because of that. I did not feel any better, when the door to the restroom opened. A woman walked in, carrying a Little girl about my age and a diaperbag in her arms. The girl was dressed in a witch's costume. I was not very pleased that both of them were getting a great view of my naked bottom. My face turned the same shade of red from earlier. The woman carried her Little to the next changing table, and got to work. I couldn't see anything, unlike them, but I could hear her working. Leah began to get a new diaper out for me, when the woman spoke. "Is she new?" "I'm sorry?" Leah froze, leaving me with nothing on still. "Was she just adopted?" The woman motioned towards me. "Oh, uh, yes. She was just adopted a couple of weeks ago." "I could tell. They're always so blushy when they're new." Leah nodded, still ignoring my bare form. "My Elodie was the same way at first. Is she yours?" "No. I'm just babysitting." Leah started paying attention to me again, and a new diaper was slipped under me. I was quite thankful. "That's awfully nice of you. Taking her out Trick-or-Treating, and letting Mommy and Daddy get some rest." Leah smiled in response, while she finished up. The woman must've noticed that Leah was done, as she then said. "Sorry to bother you two, dears. Happy Halloween, have a nice night." I was placed back into the stroller, and we left the restroom. It was late now. By my guess, it was around seven thirty. The crowds were dissipating, and the parking lot was much emptier. "Ready to go home?" "Of course." It wasn't long before we were back at Leah's house, and I was out of that pumpkin costume. I was back in normal clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans. A dumb, b-rated, horror movie played on the the television, as I unwound from the rather unpleasant night. The candpail was sat between me and Leah, and we both picked at it for the occasional piece of candy. Being in a constant state of embarassment was much more tiring than I would've though. As I popped an over-sized piece of candy into my mouth, I wondered if tonight was worth it. The candy was good, but we could've just bought some at the store. Then, we could've been watching a silly horror movie three hours earlier. It was festive, though. In the end, I decided it didn't matter. I was duped into doing it, by both Leah and myself, but I got some free candy in a festive manner. It was as happy of a Halloween as I could hope for.

This afternoon, not long after work. I've been partaking of messy diapers almost every day thanks to needing to take fiber supplements. I was put on them by a doctor temporarily, but if I can continue to take them afterwords, I will! Every day has been a super soft load that fills the entire back of my diaper, and its wonderful. (I can live with the cleanup)

I was when I was 10 Forced to wear a diaper that is how I became the diaper lover I am today! And possibly the AB.

i have it saved as well, and don't have additional text to add to what you have.

The Home Chapter 8 Once again, Chris waddled hand in hand with Sonia along the dark hallway. Chris was thinking. He recalled not long ago walking with another woman along a hallway. The woman was the state sales manager of the company Chris worked for. As they walked, Chris was explaining the strategy and marketing plan he had produced to revive one of the firm's slower selling products. They moved on to costings, and the sales manager suggested a good-sized budget to cover the program. Chris had felt very pleased, shook hands with the woman and went about the rest of the day's business in good spirits. Now, here he was, not too much later, walking along a hallway with another woman. They came to the Acivity Director's door and turned to enter another hallway. 'Still dry, Chris?' asked Sonia, interrupting his thoughts. Chris put his hand to the crotch of his shortalls and pressed the bulk between his legs. It felt perfectly dry. 'Yes,' he replied. 'Good boy!' responded Sonia. Chris grinned with pleasure. He often peed a little after a change, and he felt proud of himself. Then a dark cloud crossed his mind. He'd just been thinking how proud he was to have his marketing program funded, and now he was feeling exactly the same way about keeping his diaper dry for a few minutes. He was having trouble reconciling the two situations. He was a 38 year old man. OK, he didn't have a job any more, and he didn't drive like other adults, or wear a business suit, but... 'Hold on, Chris,' said Sonia as they reached a door at the end of the hall. 'I'll just tidy you up a bit.' Sonia turned Chris to face her, and adjusted the straps over his shoulders. Chris felt his diaper being pulled up tighter. 'There we are,' said Sonia. 'We don't want your diaper sagging under your bottom.' Chris felt the flattened bulk behind him, then put one hand to the taut cotton covering the smooth, bulging vee of his crotch. He had a mental picture of how he must look. That picture alternated in his mind with his image of himself dressed for work, in his well-cut suit and tie. He found it hard to make sense of the two images. He turned to Sonia, who smiled at him. 'You look very smart, honey,' she said. The words echoed exactly the same phrase Alice had used when Chris had dressed up a bit for a corporate photo. He felt better. If Sonia agreed with Alice, it must be good, he thought. I must look smart. Sonia brushed Chris's hair across his forehead. 'Your hair, honey. It's lovely but it's very long. In 4 the girls put their hair up or wear a ponytail or pigtails for safety. I think I've got a rubber band here somewhere,' Sonia said, fishing around in a pocket. 'Here it is. Stand still.' Chris stood as Sonia gathered his hair back and created a wavy blonde pony tail. From habit, she set it a little higher on the back of Chris's head than the usual male ponytail, but she was pleased with the result. 'I'd like to put a nice ribbon around that,' she said, 'But you'd probably say "I'm a boy"', she told Chris with a laugh. 'I am a boy,' said Chris, but the phrase sounded oddly irrelevant. He had just been changed along with a girl into the same diapers and was wearing the same clothing, thought Chris. There was nothing much male about Chris at the moment but his bare little genitals, thickly covered by his diaper. Chris put his hand to his crotch again. All he felt was the smooth front of his shortalls, stretching over his diaper. He couldn't feel his private parts at all. The door opened and a young woman emerged. She was dressed in dusty dark blue overalls, and her boyishly cut brown hair framed a friendly, freckled face with minimal makeup. 'Hi Sonia,' said the woman. She looked at Chris and smiled. 'Here's a pretty new face,' she said. 'Who's this little sweetie, Sonia?' 'This is Chris,' said Sonia. 'Chris, this is Terri. She's a nurse, in spite of the workman's clothing. She'll be looking after you in group 4 with Angela.' Terri gave Sonia a brief, questioning look. 'Well, I'm sure she'll make some new friends there,' she said. 'I must rush,' she added to Sonia. 'Bye Chris!' she said, smiling again at him and headed along the hall. 'She said she,' complained Chris, looking at Sonia. 'Oh, she just made a mistake,' said Sonia. 'But you would make a very pretty little girl, just as easily as a handsome little boy.' 'I'm not little,' objected Chris, though he had to look up at Sonia as he said it. Sonia opened the door to the bright light of the outdoors, and Chris forgot his complaints as he looked around the Home's spacious rear garden. Apart from some play equipment on the wide lawn, he saw a brightly painted shed. Two girls in paint-splattered shortalls were carrying painted chairs out of the shed, and setting them in rows on the sunny lawn. The girls looked up as Sonia led Chris towards the shed. 'Group 4,' announced Sonia as they got closer. To be continued.

Both though I do want to be spanked while diapered. I currenlty do some self spankings when I get a chance. Though not the same when another does the spankings.

I've actually experienced a couple of different forms of bowel incontinence. When my intestine ruptured and I had a colostomy for about a year and half, I still felt my bowels moving before my bag would fill. Mostly it just felt like a lot of pressure and then it would happen. After they put me back together, I had no control for quite awhile because the muscles hadn't been used in so long (and no one thought to tell me to do kegals before the reversal surgery to get them working again). The sensation felt like it always had, pressure, then needing to go to the bathroom. The difference was that there was nothing I could do to stop it from going into my diapers. I mostly got control back over the years, but I do still have occasional bowel incontinence (and regular bladder incontinence) because of a spinal injury a few years ago that caused some nerve damage. And it's still the same way. Sometimes, I get the urge and simply can't hold it. There is sometimes conscious pushing on my part, because once it's already too late, you might as well finish quickly instead of waiting for your body to get it out on its own. It's not always pleasant to be messy, but more comfortable than having it stuck halfway (and it's going to happen anyway so there's no point in trying to hold it when you're going to need to change regardless).

I don't really have a singular moment. Mine is a series of moments spread out across my life from childhood until now. When I was 4 or 5 my mom put a diaper on me to try and shame me out of having accidents while I was playing by myself... it backfired completely and I loved it, but I never actually bought or stole diapers as a kid or teenager. It was just a thing I would daydream about sometimes. When I got older I got into pants wetting as a kink and that led to me experimenting with diapers as an adult. For the longest time I would just wear and wet one to get off occasionally, whenever the urge struck, until earlier this year when I just inexplicably got the urge to wear a diaper under my clothes one day... and I loved it! I felt like I had a sexy, kinky little secret that no one else knew about. ❤️ I had known about the abdl kink/community forever but wanted nothing to do with it up until that point (actually, truth be told, I had a lot of negative and hostile phobic beliefs about the AB community,) but once I realized that I was probably a DL I joined this forum and ADISC to read peoples' stories and hopefully meet some like-minded people. I'm mostly on Tumblr now, but I still pop back in from time to time. ^^

On more than one occasion my wife has straddled me and wet my diapers. Yes, it's unbelievably hot. She's also a fan of wetting her diapers while my face is pressed against them.