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Chapter 9. Beth and Jane were sitting on the couch watching the news when Peter opened the door. Beth quickly got up and went to him. "Hello." she said. Peter wrapped is arms around Beth and kisses her. "How is my Princess. Did you have a good trip?" "It was good. Just been a long day." Beth replied. "How did the afternoon go with Nana?" Beth looked up at Peter confused at the question. 'Nana? Why is Peter calling her Nana?' "We had a very relaxing time. Didn't we honey?" Jane said, now standing a few feet from the two. Beth turned and looked at Peter's mom. "Uhmm. I guess. Yes, it was good." "Well that's good to hear." Peter slipped off his shoes and picked his briefcase up. "I just need to put this in my office. You go with Nana. I will be out in a minute." Jane held out her hand waiting for Beth to take it. After seeing the interaction between her son and Beth it was very clear to her now what Peter had told her and Kim last week. It was the best course of action for them to take. "Come on honey. You can help me get dinner ready." Beth stood still not really sure what to do. She looked back at Peter and watched him walk away and go into his office. She turned back, looking down at the hand in front of her. "Come on honey. Come with Nana and help." Beth slowly placed her hand in Jane's and the two walked towards the kitchen. Once they arrived in the kitchen Jane let go of Beth's hand. Beth looked up at her. "Do you think that I should call you Nana? I'm sorry that I don't know your first name. It just....It just never came up before." Jane placed her hand on Beth's shoulder. "I think it is for the best dear. It would be nice for Emily to call me Nana just like Sarah. So, it would be really good if you did the same. That way Emily will feel more comfortable. Don't you think?" Beth could see the her point but never thought about what Emily was going to call her. "Uhmmm.. I guess, but it just seems odd for me to call you that." "Oh honey, I would love for you to call me Nana. Come on, give it a try." Beth blinked her eyes a few times. "Uhmm. Okay..... Nana." Jane wrapped Beth in a big hug. "That's great dear. See it's not so bad. We are going to get along great. Now could you be a dear and set the table for me?" Beth stepped back after the hug. "Okay." Jane titled her head. "Okay. What?" Beth felt her face go a little red. "Okay, Nana." "That's my girl. Now, let me show you where everything is." Jane walked over the the cupboard and opened the door. "Here are the plates." She reached in and pulled two glass plates out and handed them to Beth. Then just underneath the glass plates where plastic plates. She took a purple one out and placed it on top of the glass ones Beth was holding. "I will get the placemats." Beth looked down at the purple plastic plate. "Uhmm..is someone else coming for dinner?" Jane grabbed two wicker placemats and one purple plastic place mat with Dora-the- explorer's picture on it. She walked the few steps to the table and placed the 3 place mats on it. She turned to face Beth. "No honey. You have 3 plates there. So it's just the three of us." Beth looked down at the picture of Dora-the-Explorer. "But.. I don't understand why you have this out." Jane took the plates from Beth and set them in their proper places. She then turned back and took Beth's hand. "It's for you honey." Beth again, felt her face turn red. She wasn't sure what to say. "Very funny. I think I'm a little past Dora." Jane smiled. "Oh honey, it's no joke. Peter talked to you about this." "What? What do you mean, Peter talked to me about this?" "You don't remember? The last time you were here. He had this talk with you. I was in the other room and overheard him." Beth turned and started walking out of the kitchen. "I will go talk with him right now. I'm not sure what this is all about." Beth stomped down to Peter's office door and went right in. "Peter! What is going on. Why is your mother putting a stupid Dora-the-Explorer place mat on the table and saying it's for me. I'm a grown woman." Peter turned in his office chair when he heard someone.'A grown woman throwing a little temper tantrum.' He calmly listened to Beth and waited for her to finish her little rant. "Princess we talked about this. I don't see what the big deal is." "What are you talking about? When did you ever say I was going to be sitting at the table with Dora in front of me. Have you gone mad?" Peter crossed his leg over his knee and put his hand up to his chin. "Come over here." Beth walked a few steps closer. "We talked about his already. No one is going to get treated any different around here for the next little while. I told you, I want this to go as smooth as possible. I thought you understood that." Beth took a step back. "When you said no one would get treated any different, I thought you were talking about the girls and I understand that. I also told you that Emily is 13 and some things would have to be different. By the way, what is up with the car seat?" Peter reached out and grabbed Beth's hand, pulling her up next to him. "First, the car seat is the law. There is nothing I can do about that. I assume Kim told you that. So, that is not going to change until she grows. Second, I was talking about the girls, all of them, including you." "I'm 32 years old and I have a child. Do you really think I'm going to let you treat me like a child? What's wrong with you?" Peter smiled and stood up and looked down at Beth. "Princess, if you think I'm going to let my daughter think she is less important than you and Emily, you have another thing coming. Her self esteem is low as it is. Don't you think it would be better for you to lead by example for a little while? Then maybe once everyone is comfortable, we can change things around." "Lead by example? What are you even talking about?" Beth said loudly. Peter took a deep breath. "Listen, Sarah and Emily are going to be going through a lot in the next while. I don't want the girls all stressed over the simple things. They are going to be stressed enough." Beth shook her head. "Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe I should just go back to Winnipeg." Peter pulled Beth in closer. "What? Are you saying you don't love me? You don't want to get married? Is that it?" Beth did want to get married and she did love Peter. "No. I'm not saying that. I love you but...." Peter smiled and pulled Beth in for a hug. "Princess, please just do this for me. I know it might be difficult for you, but think of it as a little holiday. Nana will do everything, so you can just relax. Just trust me. It will be for the best." Beth tried to pull away from Peter but he was holding her tight. With her head just below Peter's chest, she turned her head a little. "I don't know. This just seems crazy to me." "Trust me." Peter loosed his hug and placed his hands under Beth's armpits. With very little effort at all, he picked Beth up and place her on his hip. His hand found its way under Beth's bottom. He bounced her a couple times. "Let's go see if Nana has dinner ready." Beth couldn't believe she was picked up so easily. Peter had done it a few times when she had stayed but that was in the bedroom. Her head was resting on Peter's shoulder. She felt Peter's hand patting her bum. She felt very silly but at he same time very safe. When Peter started to walk towards the office door she said, "Peter put me down. You can't carry me around like this. Your Mom." Peter gave a harder pat to Beth's bottom. "it's seems like I can." He walked out of the office and into the kitchen. "Is dinner ready Mom?" Jane turned and was surprised to see Peter carrying Beth on his hip like she was a five year old. She smiled wide. "In about two minutes." Peter stepped over to where Beth's purple plate was and pulled the chair out. He carefully placed her in the chair and then pushed it up to the table. Beth could feel her face go very red. She felt silly for letting Peter handle her like that and she didn't even put up much of a fight. She looked down at the purple plastic plate and then Jane took it. Beth watched has Jane made a plate for her. When it was placed back in front of her she could see that everything was cut up into small pieces. Something she would have done for Emily a few years ago. Still to embarrassed about the way Peter had carried her into the kitchen, she said nothing and waited for Jane and Peter to sit down. Not much was said during dinner other than Jane telling Beth about the plans for tomorrow. Beth sat in silence mostly, other than a few "Yes" 'no" answers. Beth received some ice-cream for dessert. It was served in a purple plastic bowl. Most likely it came has a matching set with the plate and cup she had drank apple juice from during dinner. Peter lead Beth out to the couch and they sat together after dinner. As Peter watched some news. It wasn't long before Beth felt very tired. She could hardly keep her eyes open and it was only 8pm. Peter noticed Beth almost falling asleep. "Maybe it's time for bed. You can hardly keep your eyes open." Beth had been up early but she didn't think she would be this tired. She wanted to say something but she wasn't herself. She felt like she was in a fog. Peter pulled her up off the couch and picked her up like he had done earlier. He carried his soon to be wife up the stairs and set her on the bed. Peter went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pyjamas that Kim had purchased earlier in the week. Two piece pyjamas that were all a very bright pink. "Do you think you can get changed yourself? Or do you need help?" Peter asked holding the pj's in front of her. Beth tried to open her eyes but she was just so tired. Her head fell back onto the bed and she was out like a light. Peter set the pj's on the bed. He could see she was out. 'Maybe only a half a sleeping pill in her ice cream tomorrow night.' he thought. Peter went about changing Beth into her pyjamas. He has done it may times with Sarah and other than Beth being a bit heavier, Peter had her changed and under the covers in no time. "Sleep tight my love." Peter said, kissing her on the forehead. Peter turned the light out and closed the bedroom door. He made his way back down to talk to his mother. Jane was just finishing up with the dinner dishes. She turned when she heard Peter. "Is Beth in bed?" she asked. "Yes. Out cold." Jane smiled a little. "I wondered when you put that sleeping pill in her ice cream. That little body of hers just couldn't handle a whole one." "I know. Maybe just a half of one from now on. Couple weeks and then we can most likely forget about the pills. She will be getting use to going to bed at this time once she has done it for a couple weeks. All the girls will be in bed at the same time." "Dinner went better than I thought it might." Jane commented. "It did. Have you talked to Kim today?" "Just when she dropped off Beth this morning. But not since." "Okay. I have a question for you." "What's that dear?" "Well, I guess somehow Kim made Emily wet her bed when she took an afternoon nap. I was just thinking, if we have two girls wetting the bed, I think we might as well have three. That way they are all on the same level. Same bedtime, same routine." Jane placed her hands on the kitchen chair. "Well honey, I'm not sure you can just make someone wet the bed. Who knows how Kim did it. Besides, isn't your mattress going to get ruined?" "I'm not worried about the mattress and if I can keep her doing it, I'm sure some protection will be needed. I think it would be better for Sarah. She won't feel so bad about it, if she sees she is not the only one." "You have a point dear. I know it bothers Sarah. We don't need anyone making fun of her or anything. Not that I think Beth would make fun of her. I'm not sure about Emily. She is at that age were that could happen." "So you don't mind a little extra work for a few days?" "No dear. What ever you think is best. Don't worry about me." Peter stepped up and gave Jane a hug. "Thanks Mom. I going to go to some research." "Let me know if you need anything." Peter sat down at his office chair and fired up his laptop. After a few minutes on Google, Peter couldn't believe the things he was seeing. Typing in, 'Make someone wet the bed.' had brought up a whole bunch of things he never could imagine. What got Peter's attention was an article about pressure points. He read the whole article and found out that with some pressure applied to someones foot, in the right spot, could make the person pee. Peter thought it was worth a shot and he also forwarded it to Kim. Kim had been doing the same thing Peter was doing when she received the email from him. She opened the article and read. 'That sounds almost too easy, but it's worth a try. Putting Emily's hand in warm water was what she was going to do, but this seems like it would be much easier and less chance of her waking up.' It was almost he exacted same time, right around 3am when both Peter and Kim woke to try this pressure point on Emily and Beth. Peter had it easy as Beth was still sleeping very soundly from the sleeping pill. Kim had more difficulty has Emily seem to be moving around when she pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed. Kim took her time and exposed Emily's right foot. There was just enough light coming from the hallway for Kim to be able to see. She lightly placed her finger on were the article had said to place it and applied pressure. Emily moved a little and then when still. Kim held her finger on Emily's foot for a good three minutes. She pulled the covers back over Emily and then slowly lifted the sheet at the side. She slipped her hand under the covers and pushed the front of Emily's pull-up. WET. It was wet. Kim couldn't believe it work and worked so well. Peter didn't have to check to see if Beth was wet, he could hear Beth peeing and it sounded like it went on for a long time, as he held pressure on her right foot. He walked back around and got back into bed. He pulled the covers up over himself and smiled.

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I just pushed a big girl doodoo in the seat of my Crinklz diaper. Then I put a onesie swimsuit on over it to hold the poop close to my bottom. My diaper is only a little wet with peepee, so I will have to sit in my doodoo for a while until my diaper is wet enough to change. It feels wonderful.

https://apple.news/Agj4QL39qQsSFcANQZ4XggQ Why You Might Want To Stock Up on Adult Diapers for Socially Distant Hangs Given that we’re the midst of a pandemic that shows no signs of slowing, one of the only safe things to expect is that this summer stands to be much different than any before it for a number of reasons, not least of which is the ways we interact with one another. By now, you may have ventured out into the world to take a socially distant walk with a friend, have a picnic, or even hike alone, breathing in fresh air while trying to remember what real life is like. And if you were out there long enough, you may have noticed one MAJOR inconvenience: a lack of public bathrooms. This is a big enough issue that portable urinals like Travel John are flying off the shelves, becoming an unsuspecting new quarantine It-item. (Seriously, Google searches for “portable urinal” have been on a steady increase since March.) And that, friends, leads me to wonder: Will wearing adult diapers become as ubiquitous as wearing face masks (or, rather, as ubiquitous as wearing face masks should be) during the next phase of social distancing? Because even if public bathrooms near you are available, safety concerns exists around using them: Thanks to the horror that is toilet plumes, we’ve learned that COVID-19 can spread through the air through aerosolized droplets of fecal matter. Closing the lid when you flush is a fix, but trusting other people to do the same is iffy. Hence, a backup plan of wearing adult diapers. To be clear, in raising the notion of wearing adult diapers for socially distant hangs this summer, I’m not advocating for casually doing your business during an outdoor seated dinner…or ever. Consider it as more of a Plan C (not even a Plan that allows you to hydrate confidently during a big day out when you’re not sure when you’ll be able to hit up a restroom. Because, for vulva-owners especially, not peeing when you need is connected with adverse health effects: UTIs can commonly occur due to the fact that the urethra is so short, which means you’d be wise to not hold it—whether while wearing an adult diaper or not. “Bacteria from the skin surrounding the urethra and the outside environment, in general, has a shorter distance to travel to get into the bladder and cause infection,” says board-certified OB/GYN and fertility specialist Lucky Sekhon, MD. “Bladder infections can also be provoked or induced by lack of hydration flushing the bladder clear, and holding one’s urine for too long, which leads to the accumulation of stagnant urine, where bacteria can proliferate.” To summarize, hydration is still incredibly important and holding in urine can be detrimental for your health. Furthermore, wearing adult diapers can help with common incontinence issues—women are twice as likely to have bladder control problems compared to men—connected with pregnancy, childbirth, and menopause. So, if you’re ready to give wearing adult diapers a shot (or at least have an emergency Plan C stash of them in your picnic bag), try TENA stretch ultra briefs ($38) or Unique Wellness Absorbant Underwear ($20). That these may become a hot commodity, or even a #lewk, is certainly a bold claim, but I think we can all agree that it coming to fruition would hardly be the most bonkers to happen this year.

How is everyone holding up between covid, the economy and other struggles? I'm doing good. I'm an indoor-cat anyway so being on lockdown doesn't bother me. Money is really tight and sales are down understandably, but Mom and I are scraping by. Spring allergies are giving way, but now it's all hot and steamy out (complain, complain, complain.) Diaper supply is good, though out of pull-ups so wearing washable trainers during the day until I can afford to restock. How's you?

@spoonchicken OK, where do I start........ I've been to the Doctors at least twice since June 1st. I was checked earlier in the month, found to be holding fluid, and given Dyazide: Been using diapers 24/7 for at least 2 months now, and was told that I could Stop the Dyazide last week. At the last Doctor's Visit, was "released" from lockdown, and told that I could "socially distance" with my Mom/Stepdad/Dad/Stepmom at 6 Foot Distance, and that I could be near them, but I CANNOT ride the Harley Davidson, because I would have to "Touch" my stepdad while behind him on the cycle. Also, he would help me MOUNT the machine, so I would HAVE to touch him to do that...... I also was told that my landlord will NOT Charge me any more A/C Electric Fees IF I can get the Doctor to write a letter that says that it is "Medically Necessary." This would save me $90/year ($45 x 2 Units) and would NEGATE about $154 in current charges, as I paid for some of the fee last year. This means, NO MORE Fees for these, and I DO need BOTH as my place is probably 1500 Sq Ft. The landlord will also replace my aging shower bench, which is made outta wood and foam, with a Polycarbonate Resin Bench, made of HARD plastic Resin: The old one is MOLDED and is filling with Water and black junk and is waterlogged.......allergies may be happening due to that. I have been able to figure out that My Asthma/coughing is controllable through the use of Duoneb/Xopenex and Symbicourt and Omeprazole: I just have to take them every day - so that's Good. The Doctor has resubmitted my diaper Script to the State for reauthorization: Everything is IN, I just have to wait for the approval - lets hope that the State don't play "Cheeeeep Cheeep" with that The Doctor agrees with the reasons for them, and the diaper type, (Plastic Backed Megamaxes) so I should be OK, but I'm nervous for some reason! I have a Wheelchair Evaluation in progress, so I am going to try to replace my 2014 chair with a better unit, better back and better incontinence cushion. That will happen over the next few months I would imagine - I also continue to receive PT and Aquatic PT, but COVID-19 is LIMITING capacity at the Aquatic Center and my Church, so it'll be a while for that to resume, but PT has continued since April 1. My EMOTIONS are on "supersensitive" lately: I restarted my Depression meds: I MISS my younger brother so bad, and have NOT seen him or other family besides my bro and one stepmom since the 8th of May - I "Lost it" pretty bad a few weeks ago, and then 2 weeks ago, thought I was having chest pains, and the doctor checked me, and said that it was "hyperventilation syndrome" Meanwhile: I keep in contact with my Mom and Dad by phone, as well as others: Its hard when you are so CLOSE to your family, but I will NOT put THEM or myself at risk, and with COVID-19 Resurging, I don't see me being able to do much - If my Doctor is RIGHT, this thing will come back in NOVEMBER (around Thanksgiving) Oh, Hell, that would SUCK!! @DailyDi I want to thank EVERYONE here at DD - I think I would have gone CRAAZY already if it hadn't been for all the good people here - You all are TOP NOTCH, and I **WILL** make another donation in July - Thank You for helping US get through this heck - and for allowing us an "escape from the loonies" hehehehe @spoonchicken I feel for ya - all MY struggles are minimal compared to yours - Hang in there man - It only shows that there are situations that are challenges, and there is always someone in a worse-off position then I am - I wish you all the best, my friend Can we go back to NORMAL yet, if there is such a thing? Brian

Ok guys, here's the next chapter. A little surprise at the end of it. I hope you like it. As always any comment is very much appreciated don't be shy. Enjoy! Chapter 3 Thomas opened his eyes. The dark room around him was dimly lit by the sunlight filtrating from the window. He could distinguish the silhouettes of the changing table, the toybox, and lastly the ones of the tall wooden bars of the crib he was kept in. His immediate thought was questioning if he was dreaming, if anything of what had happened in the last few hours had been real. But the dull pain he felt radiating from his bottom quickly reminded him of his ordeal last night. Helena had spanked him until he was almost unconscious, before carrying him in the crib and leaving him there, crying himself to sleep. Mindful of what she was capable of, Thomas couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of what she had in store from him that day. He truly had fucked up when he tried to run, he should have waited for a better occasion, but now Helena would have been more watchful for any escape attempts. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” he said to himself, pounding the mattress of the crib with his fists. But he could still manage to escape! He would have lulled her in a false sense of security, and at the first occasion he would have found another amazon or the police and told everything to them! Soon, he was distracted from his thoughts of escape by the growing pressure in his bladder. Groaning, but not seeing any other solution, he tried to relax and let go, but the years of potty training combined with the burning pain in his butt prevented him from focusing. With shaky legs he managed to get up. As soon as he got on his feet, he felt the stools in his diapers rolling down from his reddened buttocks to the bottom of his diapers. No wonder he was suffering so much, Helena had kept him in that diaper all night long! It would have been a miracle if he didn’t get a rash, he thought, tears already clouding his sight, as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. It was difficult, but imagining that he was peeing outside like he used to do when he was drunk, helped him and he was soon rewarded by a slight trickle, which then became a full stream of urine pouring down from his diminished hairless dick, raining down into the padding of his diaper, mixing with the solid stools in a disgusting oozy muck. “Oh god, that’s so gross…” he thought, swaying his diapered waist back and forth to let the last drips of urine dribble down. While he was doing that, he noticed a little red light had appeared on the farthest wall of the crib. Curious, he waddled towards the dim source of light and in the darkness, he was able to distinguish a metallic object attached to the railing of the crib. The object looked like a white metallic box with a monitor on it, it also had several buttons and what seemed to be a red warning light that had become pulsating. Before he was able to compute a single thought about that strange thing, Thomas was suddenly blinded by the sunlight flooding room, as the curtains opened wide on their own. Scared and confused, the little boy couldn’t help but falling on his butt with a loud squelching sound, covering his eyes with his hands. When his eyes got used to the sunlight, he began lifting his gaze. He could see some blurred shapes moving around him, and he was hearing strange snapping sounds. Thomas’s jaw dropped as he witnessed four robotic arms springing from under the crib. Each arm was long and sinuous, like a tentacle, and they all ended with gloved hands which were rapidly opening and closing, producing that ominous snapping sound. He barely had time to acknowledge what was happening around him, when the screen suddenly came to life, and inside it the smiling face of Helena made its appearance. “Hi sweetie, good morning!” Thomas heard her slightly distorted voice coming from the metallic box. “Mama had chores to do outside, so I’ve decided to let you sleep since you were so tired last night…” “Tired?! You almost spanked me unconscious!” Thomas angrily thought clenching his fists, but dared say nothing. “Anyway, I’ll be home for lunch, you have a very busy afternoon so you better rest up and prepare for it” she continued “I’m leaving you with the Automatic Nanny 3000, it’s the best model, so don’t worry about anything!” she kept on saying, smiling. “Oh, and one last thing! I’ve set the model on ‘super strict mode’ so you’d better behave, just relax and enjoy your morning! I’ll see you in a few hours, love you!” she concluded, before the screen turned dark with a zap. Immediately after Helena stopped speaking, the metallic arms sprung forward and grabbed Thomas by his ankles and wrists, swiftly immobilizing him. The poor boy was too scared to even try to move, as he was lifted up and laid down on his back. His weak attempt to move were rapidly discouraged by the metallic contraptions tightening their grip on him as he tried to struggle. He saw to more gloved hands emerging from underneath the crib, as the machine efficiently raised his legs and started the process of changing his diaper. Thomas closed his eyes and tried to stay still and manage the growing sensation of fear and impotence that was raising inside him. The silver lining was that those things were doing a good job, he felt moist tissues being generously applied to wipe his messy and irritated bottom and he sneezed when a cloud of baby powder was dumped on his butt and groin, before he was sealed in another waddler diaper. When the outfit’s crotch snap was clicked shut, the hands gently lifted him and set him on a sitting position. His butt cheeks screamed in protest when they came in contact with the rustling dry padding of the diaper, but he was happy to be changed nonetheless. Thomas timidly tried to stand up, since the arms had retracted, but as soon as he tried, he immediately saw them reacting to him movement, coming menacingly close to him. Assuming he was supposed to sit, he waited. A few seconds passed, then a pair of arms retracted under the crib. They came out immediately, holding a baby bottle and placed it on Thomas lap. “Ughhh, milk…” he thought taking a sniff at the bottle. He never had been fond of milk, the smell nauseated him, but he didn’t need to have a huge imagination to picture what would have happened if he didn’t comply… Always watching warily the set of hands menacingly hovering above him, he took a tentative sip. It was milk, but he had a strange aftertaste to it, much sweeter than the milk he remembered drinking when he was a kid. As soon as he started drinking, the monitor lit up one more time. “Hello my little friends, I am Marry!” said a childish voice “And I am Barry!” added a second more girly one. “And we are going to go on a fantastic adventure!” cheered the two voices together “What the f…” Thought Thomas, seeing two colourful cartoonish figures appear on the screen “Helena is trying to fry my mind using some programs they use on littles. But I’m an Amazon, it won’t work on me!” he thought, trying to convince himself. Unfortunately, a few minutes spent watching the screen had him already hooked on the show. It was strange, but he could swear he was perceiving some peculiar coloured patterns appearing in some parts of the screen, shifting and moving at random. “No, no I’ve got to look away from it!!” his mind screamed trying to turn his head, but the mechanical hands were already above him, immobilizing his neck and keeping him steadily sat facing the monitor. “On the next episode : Barry is visiting princess Apricot magic castle, coming right after a short break!” the voices coming from the screen chimed. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “So, are you sure it’s not a problem for you? I know you’re pretty busy these days with the portals having problems, I don’t want to cause any trouble…” Thomas heard Helena’s voice coming from and indistinct point in front of him, followed by a distinct “click” sound. He took a moment to shake himself awake and gain awareness of his surroundings. The crib he was kept in had disappeared, and he was now sitting in the ample living room of Helena’s apartment. Helena was walking through the room while speaking to somebody at the phone. Thomas tried to rise on his feet, surprised by the sudden change in location, when he quickly discovered that he was kept in place by a five-point harness strap tethered on his shoulders that ran downwards to his crotch. In front of him, was a large plastic tray that had been just hooked in place. Helena had put him in a highchair! “Fuck…! let me out!” he complained, trying to push the tray away and flailing his legs in the air. But it was no use. The sturdy highchair barely seemed to acknowledge his efforts. The only thing he manage to obtain was to attract the amazon girl’s attention. “Ok...Thank you very much! You’re doing me a huge favour, see you this afternoon…Bye!” said Helena, hastily concluding her conversation to tend to the struggling little tied in her living room. “Good to see you sweetie. Looks like you snapped out of your daydreaming.” She cooed coming close to him and cupping his face in her hands. “Did you enjoy your naptime?” Thomas tried to wince away from her touch, but the infantile garment he was locked in didn’t allow any freedom of movement. He was forced to let her stroke his puffy cheeks, making him turn crimson red in shame and arousal. No matter what she had done to him, her touch still managed to upset him in the most embarrassing of ways. “Did…did I sleep throughout the morning?” he asked. He remembered waking up at some point, but his memories after that were very fuzzy, like if he had fallen asleep almost immediately. “Yeah, you were veeery tired” she giggled “Mommy had to pick you up and dress you, and you slept through the whole thing”. Just now Thomas noticed he was now dressed in a light green romper and a T-shirt. His thighs were spread apart by a much thicker diaper than he had worn before. “What did you put me in?” he asked feeling the bulky crinkly mass encircling his waist and cushioning his bottom. “It’s a crawler diaper” Helena answered retrieving a bottle of milk and jar of baby food from the kitchen and placing the on the tray in front of the still struggling Thomas. “It’s designed to hold your poops and pees for several hours, the commercial says even days. And you’re going to need it today because we’re not coming back home until the evening, and I won’t be around to change your butt” “Where are you taking me?” he asked “You know you can’t keep me like this! Somebody will ask questions, and what explanation are you going to give?” he snapped. “Mind your tone baby. I won’t hesitate to pull you over my knee and spank you like last night” The threat had the desired effect, and Thomas quickly shut up. “To answer your question, I’m taking you to the Little Footsteps research facility. I perfectly know I have to declare your adoption and have you registered and chipped. But I have to come up with a reasonable explanation about how I found you first, since all the portals are closed right now and there’s a scarcity of littles.” She started explaining. “Chip me? Like a pet? I didn’t even know they chipped littles! Helena please you don’t can’t do that!” “But” she continued ignoring his pleas “Fortunately I have a friend who works as a researcher who can help us. In there the littles are registered with just a serial number. We will modify the credentials of one of the chips implanted on one of the discarded littles and put it in you. No harm, no foul! You will result in the system and I could simply say that I adopted you from that research facility and changed your serial number into an actual name.” The use of the term “discarded littles” made chills crawl up Thomas spine. He had to remember that his life as a little wasn’t worth that much. Helena was practically able to do anything she wanted with him, and there was nothing he could do about it. “Look…” he said closing his eyes for a moment and trying to keep his cool “I get that you think I am…Uhhmphh!” he gurgled, his mouth suddenly filled by a spoonful of amorphous and tasteless baby food. “What the…Umhhp!” he tried to talk again, but the amazon girl was ready and as soon he opened his mouth, she swiftly poured another spoonful of baby food in it. “Baby needs to have lunch, we are in a hurry.” She calmly explained holding the spoon near the boy’s disgusted face. “It’s disgusting!” Thomas protested grimacing as he swallowed the vile goop “What is it?” “Little food. It’s what you’re having from now on. Maybe if you’re good enough Mama could let you eat grown up food every once in a while. But now it’s not the case since you’ve been very naught last night. Now open up, or Mommy will spank” Frightened to get another beating, Thomas submissively opened his mouth and let Helena force another spoonful in it. His bottom lip was quivering and frustration was driving him on the verge of tears. “Helena” he started to say between each spoonful “I know I haven’t demonstrated to be mature. But I can change! I promise you I can change! I’ll start studying more! Please give me a chance! There must be something I could do to change your mind!” he pleaded. “Hmmm…” Helena mumbled thoughtfully as she was scraping the last remains from the now empty jar of baby food “Maybe if you are able demonstrate me that you can get to the end of your studies, I will let you grow up!” she finally said smiling after some minutes of silence. Thomas couldn’t believe his ears, “Really?” he said gulping down the last bit of mush Helena fed to him “Would you let me grow up then? But I can’t do any exams like this!” “Hmm…I already passed those exams, I’ll ask you the questions. I’ll let you have the books and the material to study, if you promise to be a good boy and behave.” She said “And...you’ll have to do something more for me…” “Anything!” blurted out Thomas, he would have done anything to get himself out of that nightmare. “One of the last subjects I have left to do is Advanced Medical English” explained Helena scoffing “A useless thing to study but the professor is taking it very seriously, and has assigned us to complete a whole textbook of stupid exercises before allowing us to attempt the exam…You are going to do all my exercises for me!” she concluded with a smile. “Well…I suppose I could do that” Thomas said, if those exercises were as easy as she said, he would have been able to do them without any problems. “Good boy!” she cooed wiping his face with a moist tissue “Now we need to move because we are late for our appointment” and having said that, she removed the highchair tray and started unbuckling him. “Wait, are you still going to chip me? We have a deal now!” “Sweetie, until you prove me wrong, you are my baby and I will treat you as I see fit” she said picking him up “Oh, and I know I still can’t trust you while outside, so…” She produced again that hated pacifier “No please Helena I’ll be good I pr..Mhhphh” he tried to say before the inflatable nipple started expanding in his mouth. There went his chance to call help once he was outside that house. Nobody would pay attention to a little, even if he started attracting people’s attention, he couldn’t manage to escape her without his speech. He had to wait for a better occasion. “You’re going to love your new car seat honey, mommy bought you the last model, and it has cute butterflies painted on it!” Thomas let out a muffled groan as he was carried outside, that would have been a long car ride…. - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thomas had been right, the ride was long and boring, and he was forced to endure it tightly secured to a ridiculous infantile car seat. He couldn’t even properly watch outside the car window since he was too short. Helena kept him occupied hooking a huge bottle of milk to his pacifier before she started to drive and told him that she would have punished him if the bottle had been full when they arrived. Because of that he spent a good half an hour trying to gurgle the nauseous milky concoction down, while Helena was smiling satisfied at him through the rearview mirror. The Little Footsteps research centre was one of the top facilities of the entire Catalon and its main building was a colossal dome made of reinforced glass block. The way it reflected the afternoon sunlight made it seem a glittering diamond, and during the sunset it would have turned into a red sun. Surrounding the main building, other smaller departments were scattered around a complex inner-road system. The entire research facility was situated near the St. Howie Pediatric Hospital, for amazon children and littles as well. Thomas had been there before when he was a kid, but he had never got close enough to truly realize the magnificence of that building. Once Helena had him tightly strapped in a stroller, she led him through the massive parking lot, to the main entrance. The centre was very crowded, Thomas could see lots of amazons in labcoats and business suits walking down the area. At first, he tried to attract the attention of some of them, spelling the words “Help me” as clearly as he could around the pacifier gag, but all he got in return were smiles and waving of hands as the people passed by. Not even Helena had managed to understand him, since she was still walking and pushing the stroller as nothing had happened, humming happily. The inside of the building was even bigger than Thomas had expected. The structure was organized in concentric levels. He could see a myriad of amazons walking on the glass floors of the superior levels. At the centre and at the perimeter of the ample room numerous elevators were going up and down, sliding smoothly in transparent tubes. The thing that struck him after acknowledging the complexity of the building, was the scarcity of littles. He could see some of them strapped in a stroller like he was, or tethered to a leash led by their Amazon owners, but he surely had expected to see more of them. Helena pushed the stroller into one of the transparent lifts and Thomas was astounded when he saw that not only the building floors arrived to one hundred, but it also should have had a bigger underground structure, since the elevator showed another set of floors numbers that reached the -150ieth. Helena confidently pushed the 85 button and they were rapidly but gently lifted to the said floor. Once the doors opened, a woman came forward to greet them. Thomas had always been the kind of guy who was very easily intimidated by women, he was aware of his weakness and he usually tried to control it as well as he could, but he couldn’t avoid letting a spurt of urine into his diaper when he saw her. Standing in front of them was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Much taller of the average amazon woman, she enhanced that trait wearing black high heels and a long black dress that made her slender figure stand out. The face and the body posture exuded confidence and authority. Her beautiful delicate pearled-skinned face was crowned by auburn wavy hair. But what had Thomas writhe, shaking in his infantile bonds from head to toe were her eyes. The pure golden colour of her irises seemed to shine with its own light, piercing through everything they were pointing at. “Amanda!” Helena greeted the new woman with an affection that only a long past relationship could explain. “Hello Helena!” the shunning looking woman politely smiled back “My how you’ve grown, it seems like ages since we last met” “Yeah, I know, next time you come over to my parents you should totally text me, it would be nice saying hi to you again!” “I will certainly do so” answered Amanda, she then came forward, “And this is your very special little you told me about huh?” she said with a smile, leaning towards the stroller. That was too much for the poor Thomas, his emotions seemed to totally overcome his attempts of control, as he tried to sink deeper into the stroller, his face growing redder and redder, terribly scared and attracted at the same time by that woman. “Yes he is! I was hoping you could give me a hand with him. And how’s Melody by the way?” “Oh you know, adjusting. She’s in her playpen in my office right now, luckily with her new collar and the cameras I am able to monitor her even while I’m working. Here, let me show you…” She explained as she led their way inside a spacious study. Amanda’s office had a huge bookshelf filled with any sort of book about human and little biology, a large glass desk stood in front of the door, with a comfortable leathery office chair behind it, and under the desk Thomas saw a mesh playpen with what looked like a little girl dressed in only a massive diaper kept inside. The girl had long brown hair, a physique tending to the chubby side and despite looking like a woman she appeared to have no breasts protruding from her chest. A second look at her revealed she had all her teeth missing, drool was running from her mouth on the scattered toys she was playing with. In her face was printed a look of absolute defeat and submission. Thomas shivered thinking about what would have been living like her. Kept in a playpen under her owner’s desk. Feeling that woman’s eyes and her domineering presence along with that magnetic gaze looming over you all day long, as you were forced to crawl at her feet messing and peeing helplessly in your diaper. “Hello Melody!” Helena cooed approaching the playpen and starting to tickle the poor girl’s chin, causing the metal tag on the collar she was wearing to dangle back and forth. “She has been behaving better lately. She rarely speaks without permission anymore, but the crawler diapers are going to stay for a long time.” Amanda explained, giving a severe glance to her captive little, who despite the ticking, seemed tremble in response. “Unfortunately, I have recently been promoted and I will have to move my office to the lower levels. And no littles are allowed there stably, so I’ll have to enroll her in a daycare starting tomorrow.” “I’m sure she will do great, she’s so cuute!” Helena replied, now fully assaulting Melody with tickles, causing the poor little to lose her balance and fall on her back, defenceless, her diaper now in full display, flailing her chubby arms and legs helplessly to try and regain the sitting position, not to avail. “Anyway we’d better get moving. I reserved us a room in the lower levels. Unfortunately it’s a very busy day for me and I don’t have much time” said Amanda looking at her phone. Once they got on the elevator again, Thomas saw the tall amazon sliding a magnetic card on the monitor, and setting the destination to the -80ieth floor. As they descended, he saw the environment quickly change. The sunlight was rapidly replaced by the artificial neon glow as they quickly arrived in the underground level of the complex. After passing through a series of corridors that had Thomas swiftly lose his sense of direction they arrived in front of a metallic double door, with a writing on it that spelled “Littles experimentation – nurseries, play area, monitoring wards”. Thomas’s blood turned cold as he red that, and with all his might he started thrashing against his bonds, in a desperate attempt to avoid crossing that door that was coming closer and closer. Once past it they arrived in a long corridor, but Amanda took them to a side door that led in what seemed a small doctor’s room. The room was cold and it appeared to not have been used in days. Inside there was a small wooden desk, a cupboard containing various medical equipment and at the centre of the room, a small examination table with high metal bars around it. “You can put him in the crib right now. We will have to do a full medical evaluation before we register him” said Amanda sitting behind the desk and started unfolding various paper modules in front of her. Thomas was picked up and deposited inside the crib, now the impediment that his diaper was causing on his movement became clear to him. That thing was too thick to stand on! He hadn’t noticed before, but that diaper had some sort of hard plastic part built inside it that effectively spread his legs apart, not allowing him enough base to get on his feet. He tried a couple of times but the only result he got was falling on his back like a overturned turtle, between the giggles of Helena who promptly put him back on a sitting position. “Ok let’s get it started” said Amanda once apparently done with the paperwork, putting latex gloves on and walking towards the crib. Thomas let out muffled sounds of fear and embarrassment as he felt the hands of the woman removing his clothes and leaving him in only his diaper. The room was colder that he expected, and he started shivering when his t-shirt came off. “Seems like the nanites have worked well…he is very proportioned…and the rejuvenation process seems to have worked well…” Amanda started saying in a more professional tone as she examined every inch of Thomas’s now soft and hairless skin. The little boy felt like a doll, absolutely impotent as he was turned his side, then face down and finally on his belly by that woman’s giant hands. “Mhhmpff” he started mumbling in protest as he was set on his back once again and started feeling Amanda removing his diaper, exposing his reddened butt to the cold air. “My my… someone has decided to be a naughty boy huh?” she said smiling to Helena, who smiled back in return, as she let her gloved fingers softly brush on Thomas’s bottom, causing the little boy to produce an outraged muffled sound of protest. “Has he had any problems after the regression? Vomit? diarrhea? Anything?” asked Amanda now feeling the boy’s belly. Thomas groaned as he felt her hands digging in her skin, feeling his bowels contract under her touch. He had always hated when doctors did that, he never managed to properly relax. “No vomit, no diarrhea…” answered Helena thoughtfully “But I didn’t ask him properly…” she said, dubious. In response to that, Amanda deflated Thomas’s pacifier. The little boy took a moment to stretch his aching jaw, before letting out a feeble “Please…” “You might want to think again before speaking. You won’t like to know how naughty babies are punished here” she firmly cut him off, causing him to whine in fear, “Now answer the question please, I don’t like repeating myself” “I..I had muscle pain all over my body…” Thomas stammered, now more scared than ever, wracking his brain to find other information that could be useful to that woman. “Good enough” she said leaving him lying naked in the crib to retrieve some more medical devices from the cupboard. Thomas saw her approach him one more time holding an electronic rectal thermometer. He barely had the time to react before Amanda in an experienced way clutched his neck with one hand, pressing his face on the crib mattress, raising his bottom in the air with the other free hand. He let out a whimper when he felt the cold thermometer entering his most private place, he was struggling more and more to keep his emotions in check, and ended up sobbing silently for the rest of the medical examination. “Apart from a mild case of diaper rash he seems perfectly healthy” said Amanda, now back sitting on the desk. She turned her pc on and started typing. Thomas watched the two amazons through the bars of the crib, still shivering, hoping that awful examination was over. “Now we will implant the chip, and we will update the last data once it is active” said Amanda retrieving an object that worryingly resembled a gun from the cupboard and coming once again towards him. Thomas tried to crawl away as far as he could, but there was not really any place he could hide, trapped in that crib. “I need you to please hold him still Helena. With the state his bottom is, he’s not going to like this one bit” ordered Amanda, cocking the strange gun. “NO please don’t do it!” screamed Thomas, now really terrorized, as he was gripped and forced to lay on his hands and knees by Helena. “Do you think we should plug him?” she asked Amanda, completely ignoring him “It would be better, he will probably scream” was the woman’s calm answer “No you can’t do this! Pl..Mhhpphhh!” he tried to speak before a Helena’s giant hand invaded his sight from behind him and put the hated pacifier inside his mouth, inflating it. At this point Thomas was shaking, tears were already raining down his cheeks and his face had become red in a perfect example of a child’s tantrum, as he felt the gun coming in contact with his now oversensitive butt cheek. “It’s going to be okay honey, it will be just one pinch. Count to three” he heard Helena saying above him. “One….” Thomas started wriggling desperately in attempt to escape, but Helena had him effectively pinned down. “Two…” “Mhhphhhhfftffff” he moaned feeling the gun’s pressure increasing. “Three!” Thomas screamed around the pacifier as the piercing pain hit him, emitting a long, muffled howl. He was sure that if he hadn’t been gagged, he would have let out every single swear he had known his whole life. It was like a glowing ember had been placed on his skin. He continued to cry and writhe in agony as Helena picked him up and held him close to her chest. Stroking his hair and rocking him in attempt to comfort him. “Shhh baby, you have been very good… it’s all done now…Shhh” she whispered in his ear, cradling his angry bottom in her hand. “Ok, you can rediaper him now, we are all set to proceed” said Amanda, without even looking away from the screen of her pc, as she started typing again. One he had calmed down a bit, the still sobbing Thomas was gently laid down on the crib mattress by Helena who immediately started slowly rediapering him, trying her best not to touch the little boy’s bottom. The pain and the humiliated experience had completely drained every fight out of Thomas, who simply laid there passively, allowing Helena to grab his ankles and lift his lower half, sliding the crawler diaper under him. “All done, there are just the last two things I thought you might want to change” said Amanda as soon as she finished typing. “Oh, right? And what would they be?” asked Helena curious “As your new little you can decide to give him the name written on the certificate of adoption, you also get to decide if he’s registered as a girl or a boy and therefore how he’ll be treated accordingly” Thomas’s red and cloudy eyes widened, as he saw Helena looking down at him, a malicious smirk appearing on her face. “A new name and the possibility to decide if I’m going to have a little boy or a girl? Mhhh…I wonder…” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now it's your turn to decide help me out to choose if Helena will change poor Thomas's name and gender. And which name and gender would you pick. I hope to get your suggestion!

I think the mainland thing was just something I whipped up early on to have some Little characters who were somehow unaware of all the diapering going on in the world, since I figured in a combination of all possible diaper fantasies, there's tons where people have no idea what they're getting themselves into.

God dam if this isn't me, only I don't have a keeper... *sighs* I love this whole style the gentleness and everything me want bad.... ??

I thought for sure it was going to be "Old Man Jenkins".

*****Chapter 2***** I walked in to the apartment hanging her keys on the hook by the door. Lexi and Kimberly were in the kitchen making drinks and what I assume was Lexi's boyfriend was sitting on the couch. He was a good looking guy, about 5"10, short black hair and skinny. If I had to guess he probably weighted about 145 pounds soaking wet. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a black polo shirt. If you compare that to Kimberly, who has long blond hair, 6"2 about 160 pounds of solid muscle they looked very different. I didn't want to interrupt Lexi and Kimberly in the kitchen so I went over to introduce myself to this stranger in my apartment. "Hi, I am Liv" as I put out my hand to introduce myself. "Hi Liv. I am Kash" the unknown man now named Kash said. "Please tell me your last name isn't register" I joked. "That would be hysterical if it was" I could tell that Kash didn't appreciate my joke due to his contorted face but I thought it was funny. Kash recovered quickly and shook his head. "No, thank goodness not." Kash replied. Lexi and Kimberly were walking over to the couch as we were talking and I felt a firm swat on my butt that I wasn't expecting. "Hey!!" I exclaimed. It didn't hurt so much as it was surprising. "Be nice to our guest Liv." Lexi scolded me. "Sorry Kash. Lexi here thinks she is a comedian and her jokes often fall flat" "It's all good. It is nice to meet you Liv" Kash responded. "I will second that Liv's jokes can fall flat sometimes. I have witnessed it on occasion" Kimberly laughing said. "Liv, did you get the wine on your way home?" Lexi asked? "Shit, I forgot. I can go get it real quick" I replied. "Don't worry about it. Kimberly and Kash brought some beers and we have leftover beers as well. If we get low there is always the Maker's Mark in the freezer" Lexi sat down on the couch facing Kash while Kimberly sat next to Kash on the other couch. I looked around wondering if Lexi had made me a drink but I did not see one. "What are you guys drinking?" I asked. "And where is mine?" "Tropicalia" Lexi replied. And you walked in after we were done pouring. Go grab yourself one" she replied. I got up and walked over to the kitchen and grabbed another Tropicalia out of the fridge. I reached in to the freezer to grab a frozen beer mug because all beer should be drunk from a frosty mug but there were none. "Lexi, what happened to the frosty mugs" I asked with probably a little annoyance in my tone. "We must of used them all. Just grab a mug out of the cupboard and we can put some more in the freezer tonight" Lexi responded. It was the little things in life that I liked. Like a fucking frosty mug. And the reason we didn't have any was because there were only three left this morning and there were 3 people drinking beers on our couches. Total bullshit. Lexi doesn't even care if she is drinking from a frosty mug. It was bad enough she had Kimberly and Mr. Register over but now I don't even get a mug. "Whatever" I mumbled as I reached in to grab a glass from the shelf above me. "Excuse me for a second" I heard Lexi tell Kimberly and Kash as she got up from the couch and walked in to the kitchen. "What's the problem Liv" Lexi whispered to me. "Nothing." I whispered back with a curt tone. "It sure doesn't sound like it. You have been here for 3 minutes and you made fun of Kash and are pouting about the mug" she whispered back at me. "It's fine. Just forget about it and let me pour my beer" I flippantly responded. "Listen, I don't know what is wrong. We can talk about it when they leave. But check your attitude please." "Fine" I said. I finished pouring my beer and we both walked back over to the couch and sat down. "Cheers everyone" Lexi said as she raised her glass. We all cheersed and sat back down. "So Lexi, how long have you and Liv been together" Kash asked. "Somewhere around two years. We met sophmore year, started dating junior year and we are both finishing up this year" "That's awesome" Kash said. "How did you guys meet" "In a women' s study class" Lexi said. "We sat next to each other and really hit it off" "But we didn't really start dating until the beginning of the next year" I said. "What was the hold up?" Kash asked. "Liv had to figure out she liked women" Lexi said. "I was curious about that" Zach said. "How did you know Liv liked women" I hated this question. How did you know that you were attracted to Kimberly. How did your mom and dad know they were attracted to each other. It is no different. I took a long pull on my beer. "All women in a women's study course are gay. Didn't you know?" I mockingly said. The room went silent. I probably shouldn't of said it but it is what it is. I was not endearing myself to Kash and I honestly didn't care. That was an ignorant question. Kimberly looked upset, Lexi looked pissed, and Kash looked embarrassed. 5 minutes in to our get together and this was turning out really well. "I am so sorry Liv. Kash didn't mean anything by it. Right Kash" Kimberly said in a surprisingly stern tone. "Yes Liv. I am so sorry. I meant no disrespect." Kash sheepishly said. "No one meant anything bad. This was just another failed attemtp by Liv at making a joke." Lexi said. "Olivia, can you and I please have a private chat in the bedroom...... now please" What the hell was that. She sounded like my mother calling me in to the bedroom like that. Lexi got up and looked at me to follow. I was trying to decide if I was going to put up with this. Kash was ignorant and I was not a child. I took another sip of my beer and just stood there for what felt like a minute but in reality it was only 3 or 4 seconds. "You will not like what is going to happen if I have to ask you again" Lexi said. Lexi looked pissed. I got up and walked in to the bedroom behind Lexi. I shut the door and looked at her. "Olivia, what in the world is your problem?" Lexi demanded. "It was a stupid and ignorant question" I said. "And the way you responded was stupid and childish." "It was not!" I retorted. "Really. That is your response. You're going to walk out there and apologize for the way you're acting." "I will most certainly not. I am not a child and I will not be treated like one" I looked at Lexi and saw her getting more and more upset. "If you don't go out there and apologize I will drag you out there, put you over my knee, and spank you in front of both of them....for real. This won't be like the other times where we are playing around." "This isn't fair. I didn't do anything wrong" I whined. "It was a dumb question. However, the way you responded is unacceptable." "The way you spoke to me out there was unacceptable. I am not a toddler" "When you stop acting like one then you I will stop treating you like one. Now come on" Lexi grabbed me by the ear and marched me back outside to the living room. As we walked in I noticed that Kash was very startled and Kimberly was very pissed. At the very least, it was heartening to know that Kimberly was pissed at Kash too. "Olivia has something she wants to say" Lexi announced. I stood there quiet thinking this through. She had spanked me in front of Kimberly before but she wasn't serious, and was trying to embarass me. Here she was threatening to give me a real spanking which we had never done. The most we had done before was she gave me a few swats on my butt. Damnit, I didn't want to do this. But I wasn't going to risk Lexi following through with it. "I am sorry for the way I acted" I mumbled. "Speak clearly and with some sincerity Olivia" Lexi scolded me. "I am sorry for the way I acted" I repeated, more clearly this time. "And please forgive me as it wont' happen again" Lexi said. "And please forgive me as it won't happen again" I said. Lexi let go of my ear and we sat down on the couch. "Liv, I am very sorry. Kash should know better shouldn't you?" Kimberly said. "Yes. I am so sorry Liv. I didn't mean anything by it." Kash said. "Let's just forget it happened" I said. "No. It is not ok. There will be consequences" Kimberly said. "But let's jus t continue the evening and have fun" What did she mean there will be consequences? Kash looked embarrassed. "So now that you know how we met, how did you all meet" Lexi said. "We met online" Kimberly said. "Cool" Lexi and I responded almost simultaneously. "Yea it is great. You get all the ice breaker stuff out of the way and make sure that we have similar interests" Kimberly responded. "Doesn't that take away some of the enjoyment of getting to know someone" I asked. "That is still there. But it is nice because at least you have a baseline" Kimberly said. "Cool" I said The rest of the night went pretty well all things considering. We had dinner and were now sitting back on the couch. "What do you all want to do tonight Kash asked. "Lets play a game" Lexi said. "That sounds boring" I said. "I like games. What game do you have in mind Lex?" Kimberly asked. "Lets play hotseat" Lexi responded. "That sounds fun" Kimberly responded. This sounded really lame. I was definitely not drunk enough for this. Lexi went in to the freezer and grabbed the bourbon and some shot glasses. The way the game worked was each person asked the player in the hot seat a question. The person in the hot seat had to answer honestly and if they refused to answer they would take a drink. "Ok who starts" Kimberly asked. "I will go first" Todd said. "Great. Lets start out easy for the first round" Kimberly said. "Do you drool in your sleep?" "Who is your favorite, mom or dad" Lexi asked? "Have you ever kept a library book?" I asked. "No, I don't drool in my sleep. I am defintely a momma's boy, and I have returned all my library books." Kash responded. "I can attest to the fact that he is definitely a momma's boy" Kimberly lamented. "How so?" Lexi asked. "When you scold him or reprimand him he immediately becomes sheepish like a child who got in trouble" "I do not!!!" Kash said at a pitch too high to take him seriously. "It's ok baby. It's cute." Kimberly said. "Ok who's next?" Lexi asked. "I will go" Kimberly said. I wasn't really in to the game. I needed to come up with a question and couldn't think of anything good. I pulled up my phone and googled questions for hotseat. I found a website with 400 plus questions that were supposed to be fun. This should help. "What is the most childish thing you still do" Lexi asked. "What's the sexist body part on a guy" Kash asked. "What's the kinkiest thing you have ever done" I asked. Kimberly looked at Kash and smiled when I asked my question. She raised her eyebrows at him and he shook his head slightly trying not to be too obvious but making it obvious in doing so. "Nice nonverbal communication over there guys" I said. "Liv....I thought we were taking it easy on the first round" Lexi said. "You guys wanted to play the game. Let's play. Besides if Kimberly doesn't want to answer the question all she has to do is take a drink.......and know she is a chicken." I jokingly said. "No. Liv is right. And her turn is coming up so all good" Kimberly responded. "The most childish thing I still do is I sometimes like to sleep in an adult onesie. I think the sexist body part is the butt. The kinkiest thing I have ever done is one time I put my boyfriend over my knee, spanked him, and then put him in the corner in a spreader bar for 4 hours" Kimberly said. "That was Kash wasn't it!!" I exclaimed Kimberly didn't say a word. Kash looked like a deer in headlights. I was giggling like a little school girl. This was actually beginning to get fun. "Kimberly, how could I not know about this" Lexi inquired. "I thought we told each other everything." Kimberly looked at Lexi and smiled. "Well you know now" Kimberly said. "I guess we know what she means by there will be consequences" I said. "Liv, cut it out ok. Or do you want to talk about the consequences for your bratty behavior earlier" Lexi said. "I didn't realize Kimberly had so many good ideas" I raised my shot of bourbon "To new revelations" I said. Everyone raised their glasses and we all took a shot. I poured everyone a new s hot. If I could read the room I would say Kimberly was having fun. Kash was embarrassed. Lexi was definitely having fun and to me this was just now getting interesting. "I guess I am up" I said. "What's the most embarrassing thing you have done" Kash asked. "What's your kinkiest thing you have ever done" Lexi asked? "What's your wildest fantasy that you have been to ashamed to admit" Fuck. None of these I wanted to answer. "I don't suppose I can drink" I asked. "No way" everyone said in unison. "Fine." I responded. I took my shot to my lips and tipped it back. "When I was a freshmen I got so drunk I peed myself while sleeping. I didn't realize it until I woke up the next morning to my roomate screaming at me that the dorm room smelled like pee. The whole room started erupting in laughter. "You're lucky Liv. I would put you in diapers at night for the rest of the rest of the semester." Kimberly said. "How did I not know this" Lexi said. "Should I be worried about tonight? Maybe I should keep you in those training pants tonight" Lexi said. "If I had known you need them I would brought some diapers." Kimberly said "And what training pants?". "I am sure you have some just lying around Kimberly" I said. "I actually do. They are pink with princess on it." Kimberly said. "Perhaps next time I will bring some for you to try out" "Please do" Lexi said. "Or at least tell me where I can order some. And to answer your question I thought it would be fun to put Liv in training pants today. A little fun thing that only I knew about and embarrassed her. I didn't think she was going to act like a toddler in the process" "What!! I don't need any diapers. I didn't even want to wear these stupid pants you put me in this morning. This is so ridiculous." "Oh can someone not take it" Kimberly said in a mocking tone. "Poor baby. Perhaps I should bring over a pacifier too" "Whatever. I still have 2 two more questions to answer. The kinkiest thing I ever did funny enough also involved a spreader bar. Lexi put me in the spreader bar and then handcuffed my hands behind my back. She then rubbed me all over with her finger and tongue. Then to top it off she got a magic wand and gave me 3 orgasms." I said. "She made such a mess. I wish I had one of those diapers at that point." Lexi responded. "Not funny Lex" I said. "Anyone else have any funny commentary or should I continue" I asked. No one responded so I went to the last final question. "My wildest fantasy just involves me being completely dominated. I don't want to make any decisions and just let Lexi do whatever she wants." "Really now?" Lexi said. "Yea. I mean I am scared about it. But I also like it when you push me. For example, I like some of the bondage we do. I like the playful swats on the butt you do. They all just let me be submissive. I also like the idea that you can do whatever you want and push me on it" "Really! This could be fun" Lexi said. "I did not take you to be so submissive" Kimberly said. "Me neither" said Kash. I looked at my shot, picked it up and drank it. "Might want to slow down there Liv" Lexi said. "Are you my mother now?" I belligerently said. Lexi leaned in so no one else could hear her and she whispered "This is your last warning" Alarm bells started going off in my head. The night was still early and she was clearly not happy. "Ok. my turn. What do you guys have?" Lexi said. "What is your biggest turn on?" I asked. "Embarrassing moment" Kash asked. "Secret Crush" Kimberly said. "My biggest turn on is when I get to dominate Liv. Embarrassing moment was when I passed gas in the middle of class and everyone looked at me. I pass on the last question." Lexi put her shot to her lips and drank. "Wait wait wait" I said. I was slurring my lips a little bit because I was drunk but this was bullshit. No one else got a pass. "I think you should let it go Liv" Lexi said. "No way" I said. "No one else got to let it go" "Fine. I have a secret crush on Kimberly" Lexi said. The room fell silent. This was obviously new information to Kimberly as well as me. Holy shit. "How long?" I said getting a little jealous. "Relax Liv. I love you and I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. But Kimberly is pretty cute too" Lexi said. "It would never work out Lex. We both are too dominant in our relationships" Lexi said. "Besides I prefer men" Kash looked relieved. I was relieved but this was still this was new information. "Well here is to new revelations all around" I said. I took my shot raised it up and before anyone else do the same I tossed it back. I went to stand up to pour another shot but I fell back down on the couch. "Someone looks to be having a good time" Kash said. "I haven't seen her this drunk ever" Lexi replied. "Yea this isn't normally like her" Kimberly said. "Should we keep on playing or should we call it a night?" Kimberly asked. "Nah. She wants to get drunk that is on her" Lexi said. "I am right here guys. Will someone give me another shot please" I asked. "Sure" Kimberly responded. I saw Lexi give her a look but Kimberly handed me a shot regardless. "If I get peed on tonight I am going to be so mad" Lexi said. "Oh my god guys. That hasn't happened since my freshmen year" I responded. I took the drink and shot it back. Then I fell asleep.

Few minutes ago. Wet but not soaked. In a Mega Max so I'm staying in my mess longer as I didn't mess on Sunday.

until it heals, you could use a water hose, just be ready to run when your neighbors catch you in their yard pantsless?

I heard the most ridiculous thing today. Apparently some company started making diapers for babies. With cute prints and everything! Totally absurd - diapers are for grown ups!

Then you mist DESPISE the Millennials and Z's. THEY are the ones actually doing it: PACKING the bars and beaches WITHOUT MASKS from what the news reports say. What is that about a "disease vector"? Actions speak louder than words

I mostly agree with you. I use a NKJV and ESB as my main bibles, but also have an NIV. These are mainly stylistic considerations as I enjoy the majestic tone of the NKJV. I wouldnt say that paraphases are not 'real bibles' but I do think that sometimes they can leave the meaning a little strained or diluted. I've never understood the KJV-only movement. That sounds like just another conspiracy theory by people susceptible to them. I engaged with a number of them online at one stage and discovered one interesting fact - MOST of them dont actually go to church. So their claims become even less credible by virtue of their (non) actions.

There are several threads discussing all this stuff down in the Writer's/Critiques subforum if you want to dive into some of this stuff. One thing I'm sure of - no matter how many countries have been discussed on a given planet, we're talking about a dimension - which is by no means limited to one planet.

Well, there's certain limitations and problems on both extremes. Something like The Message and The Living Bible certainly assist in helping readers better comprehend the original text through modern language, but they're too loosely paraphrased to be considered a proper Bible in and of themselves, let alone the word of God. Being TOO modern/paraphrased can present just as much of error in translation and understanding as being "too old" and written in a near-indecipherable old English. However, I don't know anyone who proclaims a superiority of paraphrased Bibles, compared to the many super-fundamentalist "King James Only" movements. The middle ground is best, a literal translation that's still readable, modern English but not paraphrased. That's why NIV is my preferred translation. I would recommend that people have a KJV for its historical significance and I'd recommend that people have a paraphrased Bible as a study aid, but I would never recommend either as a primary Bible.

I am enjoying a wet and messy Abena M4 right now at 4:12 am. I ordered more yesterday from Northshore. These are a good all purpose diaper for me; i.e. discreet enough for day-time and absorbent for night-time. No leaks when I just got up a half hour ago, and no press-out leaks as I sit here.

Chapter 23: Best Served Cold Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. For once in the past few days, the alarm-clock woke me up in the morning before Mom did. I sat up in bed as quickly as I could to smack the snooze button on the alarm clock. Another five minutes in bed would be great. As I collapsed back onto the mattress, I felt the cold, clammy squishiness of the diaper against my bottom. Oh great. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that I had wet the diaper, but still, the fact that I had been wearing the diaper had been completely out of my mind until I felt it as I laid down in bed again. I slid my hand beneath my pajama pants to feel the diaper. Beneath the plastic lining of it around my crotch, the diaper was squishy yet clumpy, as the absorbent gel had broken apart overnight. The diaper also didn’t feel all that full, unlike how the pull-ups did after I used them. There wasn’t even the slightest sensation of moisture on the outside of the diaper. I could have probably peed in it one or two more times before it reached the point of overflowing. When I had pressed the snooze button, I had been looking forward to getting a few more minutes of sleep, but now all I wanted was for Mom to come in and change me. The thought of wearing pull-ups had never been so appealing to me before. Mom opened the door to the bedroom a minute later. No doubt she had heard the alarm going off as well. I kept my eyes closed. I knew what was going to happen as soon as I opened them. It was a conversation I wasn’t eager to have. I opened my eyes when the sound of Mom’s footsteps told me that she was right next to my bed. “Did you sleep well last night?” “Yes.” “And you didn’t wake up at all in the middle of the night?” “Nope.” “And how did the diaper do? Did you have an accident?” To wet the diaper was one thing. To verbally admit it to my mother was something else. “I don’t know,” I replied, breaking off eye contact with her. “I’ll need to check then.” Mom pulled my sheets off of me so that the top of my pajama pants were in view. She then tugged the top of my pajamas down slightly, just enough to see the obvious wet spot. “See, isn’t this so much better than having to wake up to a wet bed in the middle of the night?” I didn’t respond. Admitting that Mom was right about having me wear a diaper to bed was not something that I wanted to do. But she did have a point. I didn’t feel nearly as tired as I had during the previous mornings this week. “Come on,” Mom said, putting my pajamas back in place. “Let’s get you off of the bed so that I could get the changing mat in place. “Mommy, I need to be changed too,” Emilia whined from her crib. Ugh, just another thing I have in common with my sister now. Once I had gotten up, Mom tossed the covers over to the corner of the bed and placed the change mat in the middle of it. I crawled dutifully onto the middle of the mat. “Sweetie, you need to slide over so we could make room for your sister as well,” Mom said. “But...” “No buts. It would be quicker to change you both at once.” Emilia was aware that my bedwetting had restarted, but she hadn’t seen me in a diaper yet, something I had been hoping to avoid. I moved over to the side of the mat as Mom scooped Emilia up out of her crib and laid her down next to me. Mom pulled off my pajama pants completed, leaving the wet diaper almost completely exposed. Only the very top portion of it was hidden by my t-shirt. Mom did the same for Emilia, and now we were both laying on the bed, each with just a t-shirt and a diaper on. As Mom grabbed wipes and a clean pull-up for Emilia, my sister turned her head to take a look at my diaper. “My diaper looks cuter,” she said. Thanks a lot, sis. I turned my head to the side so that Emilia couldn’t see how badly I was blushing. “Don’t tease your sister, Emilia. Diapers for kids your sister’s age don’t come with cute designs.” It made sense. Younger kids might be able to be tricked into feeling good about wearing a pull-up or diaper if it came with interesting designs on it. That trick wouldn’t be nearly as effective for teenagers. The four tapes on the diaper came off with several loud rips. I shivered involuntarily as Mom pressed the cold baby wipes against my skin. Even though the wipes were cold, they felt incredibly good as the yucky residue from peeing in the diaper got wiped off. I couldn’t decide how I was supposed to feel. The humiliation of having my mother change me was still there, though it wasn’t as bad now that she had been doing it for five days in a row. Part of me felt relieved. Relieved that I wasn’t waking up super tired. Relieved that I didn’t have to wake up and change the sheets in the middle of the night. But that’s just it. To acknowledge the feeling of relief was to acknowledge that there was something that I should be receiving relief from. In that sense, the relief I was feeling was just a band-aid incapable of covering the larger issue – that I no longer had total control over my bladder during the day and apparently now had no semblance of control over it at night. I didn’t want to receive relief from my problems. I wanted them to go away altogether. But to do that, I needed answers. I needed to know why my body had suddenly begun to behave the way that it had and what I could do to try to fix it. Doing any research at home was out of the question since Mom closely monitored all my internet activities. Mom wasn’t likely to take me to a doctor and going to the school nurse would get back to her. I could try to use one of the computers in the library. Even though the library wasn’t heavily used by students, there was still the risk of someone noticing, but with how desperate I now was for any sort of answers, it now felt like it would be worth it. When she finished with the wipes, Mom handed me a towel and I went off to the bathroom to shower and think through my plans for when I got to school. --- I was dressed – or rather not dressed – the same way as with each of the previous school days this week. You would think that it would just make more sense for me to get my complete school outfit on while I got dressed after the shower, but Mom hadn’t relented on her insistence that she be able to see my pull-up at all times when I’m at home, meaning that I wasn’t going to be allowed to put my jeans on until right before I was about to head out the door to get on the bus. That Emilia was dressed the same way as me wasn’t at all comforting. I was her older sister. It had been my job to get her potty trained, and now Mom seemed set on treating me as if I’m a toddler as well. The resentment I’d been feeling toward Emilia over how she had tattled to Mom about my accident — the whole reason I’m in this mess right now — had been simmering all week. I knew better than to lash out at my younger sister overtly, but I wouldn’t turn down a discrete opportunity to get back at her. Emilia did a bit of a wiggle dance as she ate her cereal. I knew what that meant. Her bladder was telling her that it was time to go potty, and she was trying to put it off as long as possible. A week ago, when I had been responsible for Emilia’s potty training, I would have reminded her that she needed to go sit on the toilet. But that wasn’t my problem now. I wouldn’t even have to change her if she did wet her pull-up. So why should I care? After a few minutes, where Emilia’s squirming had continued to increase, she jumped off of her chair all of the sudden and took a few quick steps toward the bathroom. It was too little, too late. Emilia paused and tried to squeeze her legs together. I knew right away what that meant. “Mom,” I shouted down the hallway, trying hard to keep a note of glee out of my voice. “Emilia just had an accident.” I should have felt bad, but I didn’t. It was her fault that Mom still had me wearing pull-ups. Emilia plopped down on the floor and started to cry. I didn’t do anything to comfort her. Instead, I tuned out the noise as I finished my bowl of cereal. --- Since we shared the same schedule, Samantha, Desi, and I all had our morning study period together. Having a time where we could chit-chat together in the middle of the school day was normally great, but now I needed an excuse to get away from them if I was to go to the library to do some research about my bladder problems. I waited a few minutes into the period for when my friends had already gotten settled down into their comfy chairs in one of the study lounges. “Hey, I need to go over to the library to look for some books for my history project. Do either of you want to come?” Desi shook her head. Samantha gave me a look like I was crazy. The library was pretty empty. The school was more than thirty-years-old so it was a holdover from a time when students weren’t likely to have access to every bit of information imaginable on their smartphones or laptops. Only one of the eight computers in the library lab was in use. With small screens, they were relics of another era. I don’t think any of them ran on anything newer than Windows XP. I looked for a computer that another student had failed to log out of. I didn’t want any of the things I was about to search for to show up under my student ID. I took a seat at one on the far end that had been left turned on. With a wall right behind me, it was unlikely that someone would come by and be able to see what I was doing on the computer. I began by opening up a web browser and pretending to do some homework related searches. As I opened up another search tab, I was at a loss as to what I should type. There must be a medical term to describe what I’m experiencing, but I had no idea what it would be. My fingers froze above the keyboard. Did I dare type it out? I took a look around the room. No one was near me. But what should I type? I hesitated, and then rapidly typed out “14 and beginning to pee myself.” The search resulted in a flurry of article titles, most of which had a word I didn’t recognize. Incontinence? I did another search, this time just for that word by itself. Google linked to a definition right away – “Lack of voluntary control over urination or defecation.” That fit what I was dealing with. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of losing control over doing number two. I guess I should be glad it was only my bladder that was causing me problems. I felt a lot better knowing that there was a name for the problem I was dealing with. Now I just needed to find out what could be done to regain control of my bladder. I typed “fixing incontinence” into the search bar. Pills, surgeries, diets, implants, exercises. The amount of potential causes and solutions to my bladder issues left me overwhelmed. I closed those browser tabs, my nerves finally having gotten the better of me. I wasn’t much better off than when I had started. I now knew that the issue I was dealing with was called incontinence, but the reasons for why it might have started and what could be done to treat it were so varied that I had no clue for where I should even begin. Before leaving the library, I grabbed the first book I could find on George H.W. Bush to back up the cover story I’d given my friends about my trip to the library. Desi and Samantha were both flipping through their phones when I returned to the study lounge. I’m guessing not much actually studying had occurred while I was away at the library. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Desi asked. “Yep.” Desi nudged Samantha gently with her foot. “Hey, we need to get started on our project as well.” “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time,” Samantha replied. I hoped Lisa was also on top of the project. We hadn’t discussed the assignment since it had been given earlier this week. “Hey,” Desi said, with the tone of just having remembered something important. “Halloween is less than a week away. We need to plan for trick-or-treating.” I had to hold back the urge to glare at her. This wasn’t something I wanted reminding of. “I’m sorry,” Desi said. “I forgot that your Mom doesn’t like trick-or-treating.” “It’s not that she doesn’t like it,” I replied. “It’s just that she decided that once I turned thirteen that I was too old to go out trick-or-treating anymore.” “That’s not cool,” Samantha said. “I know. Mom doesn’t even give candy to kids if they look like they were old enough to be in high school.” It had been a tradition for us to all go trick-or-treating together. Samantha’s neighborhood was the best in terms of how much candy was given out. But for the past two years, Samantha and Desi had to go trick-or-treating without me. “Wait,” Samantha said. “We don’t have to go trick-or-treating to have fun on Halloween. We’re in high school now. We could go to the school’s Halloween party instead.” “I don’t know how Mom is going to feel about it.” “But this was a high school party, not trick or treating,” Desi said. “So I’m sure she’ll let you come.” “I don’t even have any idea of what I’d be dressing up as.” “It’s still almost a week away, so you’ll have plenty of time to figure something out,” Desi said. I nodded in agreement. Being able to dress up again for Halloween did sound like a bunch of fun, but getting Mom to sign off on it was going to be a challenge.

Well, you would be the FIRST person who claims to read the 1611 version who actually does. everyone else actually reads the revised version of 150 years later. But, I still dont see the point in struggling to read a Bible that is NOT written in English that is even remotely easy to read. And it is NOT easily readable and unless you know what the words really mean you can actually get the wrong meaning eg 1 Cor 13... is that a chapter on 'generosity'? exactly. The point of the Word of God is to be 'taken internally' and if you cannot easily read it or read it at all, the value is lost. The entire purpose of Bible translations is to make it accessible to the common man. Ironically, that was the purpose of the KJV so that people could read it in their own language instead of Latin. But 'common tongue' is a moving target.

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Welcome to believe what you wish. It is written in English and is readable.

@Autiesaurus I just saw this thread, and I wanted to let everyone know that wanting to become incontinent is a dream of many, but there are always those who feel that it would be FUN or EXCITING to do that. However, you would have to understand that you are giving up control of bodily functions that you have been trained to use in the toilet. If there are people who still strive to be incontinent by choice, they should always do it carefully and SAFELY - with that said: I think that what you should do is just wear diapers as much as you can, and just keep well hydrated - Eventually, you'll have no choice but to pee, and when you do, just relax and let it happen. Trying to "force your muscles" can hurt you, because you are trying to "Undo" what your body thinks is normal. You should simply decide that you are just gonna wear 24/7, and when you pee, just let it happen in the diaper, or if poop, let it happen. After you start peeing or pooping IN your diapers LONG enough, your body will eventually just let go, once you establish a pattern, you can just keep using diapers: You are then going to eventually just pee/poop whenever, and you will find that you will probably NEED them, because you are used to just releasing when you feel that you have anything to release. In a way, this is a "learning behavior" because you are changing the way you are dealing with your potty habits - However once you do get to the point of "needing" diapers 24/7, then you will most likely have "learned incontinence." Eventually, when you feel the need to pee, you will (after a while) be able to just relax, and release what you are holding back - You just want to make sure that whatever diaper you are using can HANDLE the liquid and solids. Holding so long that you have NO CHOICE than to release, will cause you to flood the heck out of whatever diaper you are wearing, and possibly leak on you, and then you would have wet clothes or furniture. In order to protect yourself, a good pair of Plastic/Vinyl pants (such as Garywear Active Briefs) should be used, so that whatever you have IN the diaper, does not get all over whatever you wear or sit on. YOU NEED a GOOD DIAPER and PROTECTION - TRUST ME! I don't think there is any "faster way" to become incontinent: The "ways" that I have heard could be harmful to you, and whatever you do, you should NOT harm your body - People who WISH to be incontinent are different then those that are TRULY incontinent: The ends are the same, but the ways you get there are different. If you are truly incontinent like me, you have NO CONTROL or very limited control, and could release anything that you have in your bladder or bowels when you first feel it. If you WISH to be incontinent, this is a thought, and a WISH: You should not do anything to your body that would forever harm you: If you keep using diapers, you may lose the ability to hold it over time, and THIS WOULD NOT HARM you - The problem is, that once you decide to become incontinent, and go 24/7, you WILL EVENTUALLY LOSE the control you still have over time, because your body now will not know to hold it back anymore, because you have taught your body that it can release at any time, because the diaper is the place where it now will deposit pee and poop. Finally, if you are trying to go 24/7 by "learning incontinence," you would have to use diapers all the time. If you decided that you wanted to retain yourself to use the potty, it will be HARDER to do - You would, in essence, be doing what your parents did for you when you were originally trained. So, if you INDEED want to become incontinent by choice, please be careful and mindful, and safe while doing it - Doing it the wrong way can be harmful to your health! Good Luck! Brian

Hmmmm so do I Thanks! :) Micheal woke up and stretched his arms wide. He looked around his bedroom. To his left were the high crib bars, to his right and empty space where Bill slept, and beyond it, the sun shining through his curtains. It was morning. He snuggled back into the blanket and reached under the covers, luxuriating in the soft footed pjs buttoned snugly over his, now thankfully much thicker, diaper. He had been so excited when he was finally 'made' to accept onesies, rompers and footed pyjamas, as part of his regular non work outfits. They were all designed to make it easier for any 'caretaker' to check or change him and more difficult for him to remove them without help, while identifying his status. On top of that, they were both adorable and embarrassing to see himself in. Next step was to get some with straps. He lay back down and closed his eyes. Despite it being morning and a work day, it was far from his job to get up when he should. In fact, he could be punished for it, and it would show a level of responsibility he didn't want people knowing he had. "So," Bill said, "Do you need a diaper change?" He put on an innocent face. "Well of course I don't know, Daddy. How could I ever tell?" Bill held up a sheet. "If you had an accident today and can't tell, it be the 10th time this month, so you'd set any testing back six months. "In that case, go shower, and come back and check later," he smiled. Bill laughed and pulled up the crib bars on his side of the bead. It was fine if he was sleeping with someone else to keep him safe, but the laws clearly stated that whenever Michael slept alone, he needed bars to keep him from falling, all as justified by the reports Bill had written. He walked off to the shower, leaving his boyfriend smiling in the bed. Bill returned a few minutes later. He unwrapped his towel and hung it on the door. "So do you need a change?" Micheal was staring. "Well?" "Oh sorry Daddy I didn't hear you. Bill laughed. "Did you fill your pampers diaper boy?" He rolled his eyes and forced a shocked expression. "No of course not Daddy, how could you say such a thing! I don't even need them, I'm a big boy!" Bill lowered the crib bars and picked Michael up into his arms. The answer became obvious as soon as he moved the blankets away and a strong, pungent smell hit his nose, but he didn't stop there. Moving deliberately slowly, he turned him over his lap, padded behind in the air. He opened the back of Micheal's onsie, showing his diaper, once smooth and printed with blue rabbits, now lumpy and brown stained. He sniffed it, then clamped his hand down and began to squeeze. Micheal moaned and cringed as the slimy mush was pushed into him. "Daddy why!?" he asked. Bill smacked his bottom twice then went back to rubbing. "Ohh! Someone had an accident! I'll have to record that! And you couldn't event tell and argued! Bad!" He spanked Michael hard. "Stinky little diaper boy." "Hey! Names are mean!" came the reply of the boy grabbing onto his dominant's leg. "That's not nice daddy. And I'm pretty sure you don't need to check 10 different ways." "And calling me daddy certainly isn't appropriate, diaper boy. You aren't at that level, and someone might think that you are actually enjoying this." "Mhmmm. Imagine that, Daddy." "One more argument and you might need a spanking." "How much time do we have?" Bill looked at the clock on the table beside their bed. "We have about twenty minutes before the inspector is here. If we skip your diaper change we can fit in a good spanking." "Ummm... the inspector isn't coming Daddy, you're wrong." "What?" "You said one more argument..." "Oh right. Bad baby!" He spanked Michael hard, who grunted in reply. He opened a drawer in their beside table and pulled out a long, wooden paddle with holes in it. "Oww Daddy that one hurts!" "No more whining! You were the one who wanted a spanking." He raised the paddle and brought it crashing down. Micheal jumped and squirmed. He continued spanking, making sure to alternate between hitting the mess in his diaper and the back of his thighs, bringing out alternating groans and whelps from his charge. He stopped spanking, put the paddle down and began to rub the back of the diaper with his hand. "You know, it is almost a shame when we use the paddle becuase I don't get to feel your pretty little bum." "See that's what I think too," Michael said. "Too bad." He brought the paddle up and gave one more, loud smack, causing Micheal to shout, then sat him on his lap and began bouncing.

I just got home from work, and I was put into a Northshore supreme.

I am wearing a Northshore Go Supreme which is my first really good pull up, and it feels so much better than a store brand. Not having to worry as much about the integrity of my pull up actually gave me the first decent night of sleep in two weeks.

That's the goal I'm working towards. I've been wearing 24/7 for almost two years now, but only in the last week or so have I gotten serious about training, keeping my sphincter relaxed at all times, etc. I can already tell it's starting to work. I get signals from my bladder that I have to go, but then I try and I'm completely empty, so I'm thinking I'm working my way towards OAB.

I hear so many incontinent stories and although I know it is not an option being incontinent I would love to be anally incontinent to feel and see and know what it's like not to be able to control. I have had control of myself all my life. I have never wet a bed that I can remember, or have been forced to wear diapers. Diapers to me was a choice of cleaning my panties extra good or messing a diaper and discarding it after fun time. I don't wish incontinence on anyone. I would just like to have that learning experience of not feeling it. I feel it oh too good and usually a good poop is a good orgasm. Hugs everyone and please enjoy messing.

? Thanks. Sometimes I feel this is a vastly under-read and under appreciated story.