SallyKAT

Hi Treasuresman I'm trying to get back into writing after a long break. I'll start posting here when I have something ready. Sal

Dependence... This story is very well structured. The flashback provides a change of pace, and suits very well the time that Sam sat with nothing to do but sit in his car and worry in the story. So he remembers the past - we really are inside Sam's head! The change in point of view from omni-present narrator to Sam is well done. Poor little Sammy. I don't think there's much of a grown-up future for him with all these strong ladies about! Thanks NewGuy for a great story.

Very good. You've shown very well Sam's internal conflicts and his gradual acceptance that Jess is right to put him back in diapers 24/7 - and the reality that Sam is dancing around: that he not only needs disapers but enjoys wearing them.

Things are progressing ; ) nicely. I like the way Jordan is being introduced into little Sammy's web of 'carers'. Keep up the good work!

Oh. What a shame. I hope the missing work can be found, or (please!) reposted.

Was I dreaming or was there another chaper here, which has now disappeared??

I love the way Sam is beginning to accept that he needs diapers 24/7, and that he needs to do what he's told. Even when he tries to rationalise his position, he concludes that Jess knows what is best for him.

Wonderful. You're an excellent writer. Thank you so much.

Me too...

Keep going regardless! You're an excellent writer and it's a great story.

Thanks! I can't wait for the next chapter!

Yes, thank you. That was a beautifully balanced story.

I'm glad you're back, NewGuy20. I too have enjoyed 'Sam and Jess'. Thank you so much for it! You're an excellent writer. I look forward to more Sam and Jess; I'll now read 'My Last Night of D.R.I.'

I also wet the bed almost every night until I was 15, and about once a week or so after that. I was married at 23, and began wetting the bed again after the birth of our first child, a daughter, when I was 27. I was diagnosed with a spinal condition for which I had been largely asymptomatic until then. The earlier wetting was supposedly partly due to having an (non-sexually) abusive father. I managed with a plastic undersheet and absorbent 'Kylie' items (large absorbent mats under the bottom sheet but above the plastic) until my wetting became nightly and was uncomfortable for my husband. With reluctance, I tried adult undergarments, and for cost and efficiency reasons, I finally began to wear toweling nappies and a plastic 'pilcher' (plastic pants over the toweling). I cried for hours the first night I spent in thses, which my husband had to pin me into. While pregnant again at 29, I began to wet during the day. I was terrified it would become a permanent thing, The urologist said wait and see. After the birth of a healthy son, I was still wetting during the day. I waited for things to improve, did Kegel exercises etc, but it felt like the condition was a relentless stalker, like a zombie after me. As soon as I droppede my concentration, or let my bladder fill too much, I had wet pants to deal with. I had worn daytime pads during the pregnancy, but I drew the line at nappies. Eventually, my husband stepped in. We were going to visit my mum, a three hour drive away. Gerry put a nappy and pilcher on the bed as I came out of the shower, and said we weren't going unless I wore them. More tears, but finally a relaxed drive, a change at mum's, and I have worn daytime protection ever since. Things developed from there, and I now help other people having trouble adjusting to a new life in nappies.