Fulldiaper

Will, great story, and story line. Thank you for taking your time to grace us with another great chapter.

I'm a neighbor to the South West in South Dakota. Welcome to Daily DIapers.

The problem is the majority of person's wearing diapers, are ABDLTGTB and all the other letters of the alphabet. Person's that have medical issues prefer to refer to them as brief, pants, pads. Some thing can have various descriptors to describe it. The stigma around diapers is related to the smaller variety. Now every healthcare person knows about dignity protocol when it comes to caring for patients in their charge. Family members if they heard someone refer to their parent, grand-parent etc. as a big baby wearing diapers, could potential have a defamatory suite against that facility. So, also for legal reasons they're called other things than "diapers". Long term care someone for convenience and dignity might be place in a brief, but in an assisted living, you have to be able to clothe yourself and generally take care of your own hygiene or you can't have residence in the assisted living as those are the rules. I know because I used to work at both types of facilities.

Tony got setup, diapered/nappied and packaged for Mummy, by Nanny, and Mummy

Great addition. Thank you.

Wow, preparing for total bare diaper domination. I'm looking forward excitedly to see where you take this. Other than a few spelling glitches that could have been resolved by proof reading, Awesome Job Sally.

I would sure hope so. Don't leave us hanging, please.

Me wonders if Sue is sabotaging Joe and I sure hope so. Please keep going, Sally.

Yeah, you go. Thank you for the update, Sally

I do hope there is more to this story? I would like to see where Nanny takes him henceforth?

It is a "diaper", but because of dignity issues, it is designated as an incontinent brief. The reason people that "have" to wear them due to medical or congenital issues don't want their undergarments to be associated with wearing an infants garment as an adult. But, AB/DL's prefer it. I used to tell people at airports I was wearing a brief and some people refer to underwear as briefs also, so it was confusing. When you tell anyone, "I'm wearing a diaper." There's no confusion on their part, however you do get a lot of oh, how sad. After my CABG (open heart surgery) I will be on diuretics for the rest of my life to keep the fluid off my heart, and out of congestive heart failure. If you've ever taken a diuretic, when you have to go, there's no I need to find a bathroom, it's you have to go, SO YOU GO, whether you're standing in front of urinal, or sitting on a toilet, so for convenience I wear a "DIAPER" and I've had people ask me how I can consume so much water when I'm working and never take a break. I have told them about the 6000ml diapers from Bambino, and ABU, and even let some of them feel the thickness through my pants and ass.

As an alternative to Lactulose, you can eat candy with Sorbitol in it for similar results in your diaper. Both are sweeteners, but in larger doses laxatives.

Very nice, I would also like to see where this can go. Please do continue.

Naturally, Fruits and Vegetables are the best way to insure large loads, but supplementing beans, raisin bran, shredded wheat, and steel oatmeal will give a large load also. You can also add miralax, and benefiber to beef up your movements, and thicken the bowel movement up.

If you really want a huge load, mix something like Benefiber in the Prune Juice, and eat four or five burritos

Classic Hitachi reaction in a Nappy/Diaper. Thank you for another great chapter.

Chapter 12 I was getting a reputation around our town of the diapered diner owner. Every day it seemed I learned more-and-more about my previous Mommy; Maggie. People coming into the diner didn't look on me with disdain, or disgust, but more as pity for what happened to me. I was caught off guard by the kindness of my staff, the bank staff, and the general population. I also had full reign on the house Maggie and I lived in for all those many years. I still slept in my crib most nights, but I had to start changing my own diapers, which I didn't mind, but I missed the love and attention that was paid to me when my Mommy's would do it. I occasionally saw Ellie, and Eric and they were cordial to me, but quite distant. Every once in awhile I would think I recognized someone in the diner when I was there as one of the women that assisted Maggie in my detoilet training, and body restructure, but I couldn't be sure one hundred percent, so I just kept my mouth shut. I did enjoy the diner, the staff and I really got close. One of the waitresses name Rachel had just come back from maternity leave after having a miscarriage and losing her baby. Her engorged breasts at times had me salivating, and drooling imagining that I was latched on and suckling at her teat, but it was only a fantasy of mine. One day Rachel asked to talk to me in the office. I setup a meeting to meet with Rachel. She came into the office almost in tears, and said, "I really appreciate the job I have, and everything you've done for me, but I think I may have to leave for another job." I was dumbfounded and asked, "Why?:" She said, "I have a job offer making substantially more money as a wet nurse." I thought, "I wonder if I match her, if I could hire for the same duties?" I said, "What if I match the offer, and offered you another position working with me?" Rachel stopped crying, and starting drying her eyes, and said, "Would I be working here at the diner?" I said, "No, you would be working at another location.", all the while choosing my words carefully. She said, "Would I be a wet nurse?" with a sly little smile. I knew I was busted, and came clean and exposed all my fantasies to her, then started bawling. Rachel consoled me holding me and smothering me her engorged breasts, and said, "I've seen the way you look at my tits, and frankly it turns me on to think of a man, or baby suckling them dry." I was right about being busted, but it wasn't a bad thing. I told Rachel that I would hire her at the same rate she was offered, but then she dropped a bombshell on me. She didn't get an offer, she was confronting me. I thought, "Oh no" a sexual harassment lawsuit is all I need. Then I rationalized, all I did was look. I never acted on my thoughts or feelings, so I was curious to find out her motivation. So, being quite blunt, I asked, "So, this was a trap?" Rachel stood up and nearly dropped me on the floor, and got really upset, and said, "No, I really wanted to be a Mommy, and when I lost my baby I still have full breasts that ache all the time from being so full. I want to feel them being drained lovingly, and I knew that you were experienced in breastfeeding because you told us all when you explained how you inherited the diner." I thought, "How could you, but then I thought, how can I?" So, I discussed a full time position as my wet nurse for a salary of forty-five thousand dollars a year. She looked at me and said, "I would have done it for nothing, but I accept your offer." I was soon to find out how much Rachel really wanted to be a Mommy on her first day. She rang the doorbell, and as I answered I saw this ravishing beauty standing there in tight one-piece catsuit with her bulging breasts. As I invited her in it was then I noticed her shapely, round assets. As she walked past me, she groped my crotch, and asked, "Is Mommy's baby wet?" I almost shot a load there. The demure, and shy woman at the diner was nowhere to be found. This was a young vibrant, sexy woman that was taking charge, whether I wanted her to or not, but my little head was loving the power exchange. Then as quick as she groped my crotch she maneuvered around and I felt her hand on my ass and asking, "Are you poopy, baby boy?" That was too much and I felt myself climaxing in my diapers, and my knees getting weak, and my breath quickening, and so did Rachel. She knew exactly what she was doing, "Going for a raise." and not money either. She held me until I finished pumping my diaper full of cum. Then as if on cue she said, "No diaper change until that diaper is completely full, and soaking wet, then Auntie Rachel will feed the baby. To be continued.

When you use a tunnel plug make sure you use plenty of lube, and a previous poster stated if the feces is too thick, and firm it will plug the plug. Taking a laxative will thin it out, but you still have to pass the hard plug to get the flow moving into your diaper. Once it does move it will continue unless you sit down and block it. WARNING, leaving the plug in for an extended time will affect your ability to retain a bowel movement, so DON'T try and fart after removing the plug.

Thank you didldum for the heads up on chapter numbering. Hang on boys and girls, and keep your tray tables in the upright, and locked position as the ride is starting. Chapter 11 After multiple surgeries over a few months in and out of the surgical room I came out into the ICU. Waking up to a nurse changing me, and she said, "Oh you're awake. I need to let the doctor know." I tried to speak, but I had some type of tube in my throat that prevented me from talking, and the nurse said, "Don't try and talk until we remove the intubation tube, hon." I laid there trying to piece together anything, and was drawing a total, and complete blank. Then the female doctor that was talking to me before the surgery was standing over my bed, and she said, "Nurse, can we remove this tube, and DC it for now?" The nurse replied to the doctor, "Right away doctor." Then the nurse started to prepare to remove the tube. The doctor asked the nurse, "Has he been well hydrated?" The nurse replied, "He's going through a brief about every two hours, doctor." Then the doctor said, "OK, we'll stint the urethra and catheterize him to get him out the diapers." The nurse replied, "Yes, Doctor." Then the doctor said, "Since we didn't have any previous pictures of you, we took an educated guess reconstructing your face, and body back to it's previous adult state." About that time my new Mommy walked in and said, "Michael, we have some legal documents to go over with you. Are you up to it?" The nurse was preparing to remove the intubation tube. As she did, I nodded to Mommy. Mommy said, "Since you were married to Maggie, or your previous Mommy, you are now the owner of eighty-six seat diner worth a little over four-million dollars u.s." After I picked up my jaw off the floor, I attempted to speak. My voice was deep, but quite scratchy, and said, "Are you f***ing kidding me?" The whole room started laughing, and in unison said, "We're in the presence of a millionaire." Mommy said, "We just need to sign some paperwork, and everything that was Maggie's, will be yours. Diner, Bank Account, house, and vehicles." I didn't know what to say, but I was curious what the doctor told me about my reconstructive surgery. I asked to see a mirror, and the nurse handed me one. I had a stone face, chiseled chin, but bald as a newborn. I really didn't recognize the person in the mirror, but it was better than I was by leaps and bounds. I learned my new Mommy's name was Alice, and she worked for the Department of Health and Human Services as a social worker. I would be living with her until we could legally transfer all property, and assets from Maggie's name into mine. Alice said, "What are you going to do, Michael?" Honestly, I drew a blank, but since I was incontinent, and had to wear diapers, my first thought was hiring another sane, competent caretaker. The doctor said, "If you're wondering about anything else, we were able to repair your anal sphincter, but not completely. You will have an urge to move your bowels, but you will need to be in the vicinity of a bathroom, or wear diapers for the rest of your life. We stinted your sphincter in the urethra and you don't void, but you do drip, so absorbent underwear, or diapers will be required for that also. But, we are making strides in repairing damaged or destroyed muscles with stem cells, so keep faith, and we will continue to update you, Michael." Life with Alice was night and day from with Maggie. Alice kept encouraging me to use the bathroom every fifteen or twenty minutes to keep from wetting, or soiling my diaper, but usually I failed, and she lovingly changed me into a clean diaper. It was ninety-days before all the legal documents were completed, and I decided to visit the diner, and introduce myself. I entered the diner, and the staff started whispering, and could hear, "that's out diapered new boss." I blushed and said, "Yes, I am your diapered boss. Maggie rendered me incontinent, but Alice has had doctors perform multiple surgeries to give me back acceptable looks, and some dignity." Gale, the head chef, and short order cook came over and gave me a huge hug. The rest of the staff, and waitresses did the same thing. I was so overwhelmed with emotion, I started crying. I was consoled, and I felt someone patting my butt, which shocked me, but also calmed me down. I noticed that my entire staff was all female. Not one male employee. To be continued...

Thank you didldum.

Thanks, everyone...all two people. I have been brainstorming, or in my case farting to keep it going. I have the concept of the next two chapters and have started putting them to into the story line.

Thank you again all my loyal readers....counts on one hand. I appreciate all your comments, and support. Chapter 10 These treatments became a daily ritual, day-after-day, week-after-week, into months. By the time Mommies was finished wetting and pooping my diapers wasn't in my control any more. I didn't know when it was happening, until I felt the moisture or wetness, or a sticky, smelly mess in the seat of my diaper. Mommy got really good at doing spot diaper checks to make sure I didn't get a diaper rash. I was thankful for that. Ellie and Eric became good friends, and Eric and I played together while Ellie, and Mommy discussed adult things. Eric, and I would happily soak our diapers watching Barney, Sesame Street, and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood while the adults, as Mommy, and Ellie said, "Were talking." Eric, and I knew when each other was doing a stinky, or wetting by the faces we made when we discovered that we had just voided our bowels, or bladder helplessly into our diapers. Mommy, and Ellie one day started touching each other, and it started getting seriously hot between the two women. Eric, and I knew they were getting intimate, but all we cared about was the television, our toys, and using our diapers for our Mommy's. Ellie, removed her blouse, and Mommy lip locked on her nipple. Eric looked on as his Mommy, was nursing my Mommy. Ellie started massaging Mommy's engorged breasts, and expressing milk from those magnificent boobies that I so loved suckling at for hours on end knowing that when I did I would be pooping in my diaper. Mommy's booby milk was a great laxative, and as I nursed, I would loose control of my bowels in my diaper as Mommy caressed, and patted my stinky bottom. Also, while I would suckle Mommy, my pee-pee would soak my diaper, and Mommy would finish off my diaper with a manual hand release, but it usually wasn't necessary as when I pee-peed, and poop-pooed my diaper, I would feel a deep feeling building from my toes, and working its way up my calves, into my thigh, up into my groin, and spurting into my diaper with a force equal to a fire hose it felt like. This was due to all the conditioning Mommy, and her Dominant Women friends had been imprinting on my brain. I would be waddling with Mommy pee-pee, and poo-poo my diaper and have a knee bending, mind blowing orgasm without any control. Mommy would know that I fully used my diaper. Many times she would stop, hold me up, and massage the load in my diaper, before finding a family restroom to change me into a clean diaper lovingly. People around might see me, but it just looked like a special needs baby was having a spasm orgasm. Some women that Mommy knew when we were around them knew exactly what had happened in my diaper, and many would offer to help, or give Mommy a break and change my diaper for her. At first I was blushing, and embarrassed by these Women showing me such intimate attention, wiping my pee-pee, scrotum, and poopy hole. Some of these women were impressed with how well training I was in using my diaper, and coo, and talk baby talk to me, when they changed my diaper. Some would also offer me their booby, which Mommy usually didn't allow, but there were a few occasions she did, and some of these Women's booby had so much milk that I thought I was going to drown, but I managed to drink it, but I did drool and dribble quit a bit on my lips, and cheek, which caused these Women to coo me even more saying," Such a hungry baby boy. Drink it all up so you can fill more diapers for us baby boy." Amazingly, I didn't have a choice in that at all. I couldn't hold anything inside willingly anymore. When it wanted out, it just flowed, or squeezed into my diaper effortlessly on my part, but these Women loved to pat my diapered rear with it was loaded, or my diaper was soaked. On a few occasions while we were out shopping with Mommy a strange Woman came over to me and asked me if I was OK? I looked at Mommy, but this woman said, "Talk me baby." I looked at her, and almost as if on cue, my bladder, and bowels emptied into my diaper, and of course my tremendous orgasm started building, until right in front of this woman I screamed as I loaded my diaper with a sticky number three deposit. Mommy said, "He so loves filling his diapers completely with his pee, and poop, but also his cum." The lady that asked me if I was OK, said, "Is he special needs?" Mommy said, "No, he was a normal man, until my friends and I turned him into what you see before today." He has been conditioned to pee, and poop in his diapers, like a toddler, or new born, and when he has done both of those, he has been conditioned to climax as you just witnessed. He has absolutely no control of it, and I love him that way. The woman said, "I'm a social worker for the State, and I think I will have to have him taken into custody, and you arrested for kidnapping, and torture." She then had Mommy arrested, and incarcerated. I went to live with this Woman and she was no different than Mommy, except she took great pleasure in treating me like baby all the time. She even introduced me to a doctor friend that helped me sleep every time I went to see her. She had a soothing voice, and when she talked to me I listened intently, and wanted to please any Woman orally, and suckle at their breast, but also on their clit, and lick their vagina, and finger their ass while eating them out. My new Mommy loved to nurse me on her clit, and make my face all sticky sweet with her juices. The doctor scheduled me for some more surgery, and the day came, and she said, "OK baby count backwards from 100 to 1." I think I got to 90 before everything went black. To be continued...

Like the band Queen said, "Another one bites the dust." or wears a diaper.--+

Some thing tells me Jane is playing him to make him more compliant, but I can't wait for your next installment. Thank you for your contribution.

Thanks again to my loyal readers. I am really honored by your patronage. Chapter 9 These treatments continued for days, weeks, into months. Then after a little over a year of the anal, and penis, I was 100% completely, totally diaper compliant dependent on Mommy for everything, all the time. I never knew when I was going to pee, or poop as it just happened normally, and naturally. I knew that I would always be wearing diapers, or risk soiling, and wetting myself. Mommy and I were baby, and Mommy for ever, and ever. Mommy changed me lovingly, and with such compassion, our passion for each other grew to the point that Mommy and I were nearly one. She could just know by familiarity with my bodily functions, time of day, and the diet I had in the past few days, prior to today, tomorrow, and each day. She had me on a diet of baby food, breast milk, and fruits and vegetables. Mommy said, "We'll need to switch you to cloth diapers baby, with disposable stuffers for when I make stinkies to make Mommy's task of changing baby easier." I had know idea what she was saying to me, but I really liked her talking, and smiling at me any time she did. I giggled, and felt all warm and fuzzy, or that might have been the urine, and feces in my diaper, I couldn't tell the difference. I also noticed that each time my diaper was soaking wet with pee-pee, and poo-poo, my pee-pee would get real sensitive and white juice would come out into my diaper also. Mommy was always proud of me, and she always said so at my diaper changing times. She would usually open my diaper for a change, and close it, and massage the front and back of my diaper until more sticky white mess emptied into my the front of my diaper. Many times after this I would drift off to sleep, and dream of Mommy, and being her perfect baby boy. I knew I had to be her perfect baby boy, but not any reason why. I had to obey Mommy, I had to please Mommy, I had to be Mommy's complete diaper dependent baby boy. Mommy started taking me out where ever she was going with me thickly diapered. There was no doubt to anyone that looked at my mid-section that I was thickly diapered. Mommy took me to Ellie's home, and a special place where there were only women. Most of them, but not all were the women that were at the drug store for my coming out party last year. But there were also doctors, and specialist women. Some of the doctors were surgeons. Those women scared me, but I didn't know why. One of the women in a long white coat started talking Mommy, and me. Mommy was smiling, so I was happy, then the woman in the coat started touching me. She took instruments and poked my arm, stomach, legs, neck, and other parts of my body. Then she picked me up, and placed me on a cold stainless steel table, and went to a cabinet and opened it up, and retrieved a syringe, and vile. She sank the needle into the vile, and filled the syringe with some fluid. Then she sat it down, and returned to me. She flipped me over on my stomach. Then I felt straps being pulled over my back, waist, and legs. Finally one across my neck. She pulled snug. So snuck I couldn't wiggle or move an inch if my life depended on it. Then I felt my rubber pants and diaper being pulled down to where the strap was on my knees, and then I felt a really sharp pain in my right buttocks, and then one in my left buttocks. When I came to I was in a bright white room with bandages all over my face that I could feel. I could also feel my body wrapped tightly also, along with the usual diaper, and rubber pants which were really soaking wet, and I could feel a bowel movement loading into the seat, and just like every other time, my body started shuttering, and my pee-pee started getting really sensitive, and my body started jerking, and tensing up. This was different this time. As I kept filling my diaper with feces, I was building to something I had never experienced before, but I was going to be experiencing now every time my diaper was wet, and stinky for Mommy. I kept jerking, and tensing up to the point that my back started arching until I was nearly doing a perfect inverted pushup. My head, and feet were all that were on the ground. I kept until I was pumping large volumes of semen into my diaper like I was urinating. I could feel the heat, and stickiness I could feel every bit of energy being drained through my ejaculate into my diaper. When I finished climaxing I collapsed into a deep sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but this scene repeated over-and-over so many times I couldn't count. Each time, the climaxes got more and more intense, deep, and longer lasting with even more volume of semen. Many of the times Mommy was not there, but the lady in the long white coat was. She kept talking to me, but I didn't know what she was saying. Each time she touched me more-and-more, and also I could feel my body changing each time I woke up, but didn't know what was happening. Then one day Mommy was there, the woman in the white coat, and more women. Each one approached me, and started stuffing their breasts in my mouth forcing me to drain each side of each woman. I drank so much breast milk it started just flowing out of me in the form of pee-pee, and loose poopy stools into my diaper, and like the previous times I started bucking, arching, and climaxing over-and-over again. Each time it took more and more energy away from me till I was a helpless ball of goo on the table in front of these women. That didn't stop them though. They kept shoving their milk full breasts in my mouth, and I automatically suckled, and drained every last one of them. Then the women slowly moved away front my view and a large full length mirror appeared in my vision, and what I saw surprised me, but I wasn't alarmed for some reason. What I saw before was an over grown, large adult sized baby. He had chubby cheeks, and all kinds of baby fat from his face to his toes. Hie buttocks were plump, and round, soft and supple looking. Then I felt the woman in the white coat she started diapering me. The person in the mirror... was ME. I had been completely transformed into an overgrown big baby, and I looked the part now. The lady in the white coat flipped over onto my stomach, and my buttocks were huge, round and full. With my diaper, and rubber pants on it looked like I had already peed, and pooped in my diaper when it was even clean. I attempted to stand up, and I slid off the table onto the floor. My legs didn't support my weight, and I landed on my thickly diapered ass. I knew some how I had to crawl. I tried to get up on all fours and just slid into the floor, so I scooted just like a newborn would. Each pull was like someone draining all my energy. It took everything I had to move even a short distance. Mommy was across the room with the other ladies coaxing me to move toward them. So, I kept scooting on my tummy, and diapered mid-section toward the women. Then I felt someone patting my thick diapered bottom urging me on forward to the women. I could feel my diaper getting wet, and my bowels releasing into my diaper. As this started happening again. Now my body since I wasn't on my back started dry humping with my diaper getting wetter, and filling with effluence. I kept bucking feeling a powerful orgasm building into a crescendo of climax into my diaper. The woman behind me kept patting, pushing, and pressing into the back of diaper shifting the mess that was being deposited. My diaper kept filling, with more-and-more poop until the back of my diaper was ballooning up to meet the woman's hand each time she pressed down more excrement kept filling my diaper until my mess was meeting her hand before she could pat my butt forcing her hand to constantly shift the mess toward the front of my diaper. Now my dry hump was humping the mess in my diaper. It kept getting thicker, and thicker, but my pants and diaper didn't leak a bit of the mess. I was only feet away from the women when they all bared their breasts the climax started, kept building, rising, ebbing forward to my diaper. I started bucking up and down, and side to side. I started pumping so much semen into my diaper I blew it out all over the tile floor, myself and everyone in my proximity. I then slept deeply. To be continued...