justforfun

I really enjoy these. It's a very different perspective, and well written. Keep it up!

Well, he's being condemned to not be able to walk... but he's not really expected to crawl much. I'll accept a yellow card on this one. Agree with the comment on spreadeagled for a long time not being viable. I actually thought about that, but in my Covid-muddled mind I shrugged and moved on. As far as being monitored I thought about making a comment about the baby monitor that was added... but I didn't. Perhaps in the re-write. Edited to add: Hey, I did put a comment in there! I had been laying in that position since 9 am, and I was thirsty and hungry, and my diaper was about to leak, but I figured I’d address the most important needs first. “That’s a good point, Jenn. When we keep patients in restraints, we need to keep moving them to avoid bed sores and other issues. Let’s reposition him.” Also, "competent mistress" is, as they say, doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence. Abby is incredibly cruel, but I don't think she is an experienced mistress or really at all aware of what's considered wise in these ways. She is not doing this as a "scene". After all, she just did non-consensual surgery on the poor guy. Frankly I'm not sure that the risks of leaving him alone upstairs is really something she's concerned about. Completely agree here, and one of the advantages of posting chapters over time is that input from the group can be considered, allowing the author to correct mid-course if things are going off the rails, or "ret-con" something to fix an error. In this case, though, I wrote the complete story, so opportunities for changes are pretty minimal. I definitely appreciate the feedback and dialog, as it's something that I'll keep in mind for next time. I also started another story that has a much longer arc, and I've already tweaked something there based on your feedback. So thank you!

As I surrender myself to her love, my identity begins to shift and transform. Like mist dissipating in the warmth of the morning sun, the boundaries of my self starts to blur and fade. My essence, once contained within the vessel of my being, now flows freely into her, a river merging with the vast ocean of her soul. Of course, I waited as long as I could, but the suppository Abby had inserted was not to be denied. Of course, my delay meant that I heard the guests chatting below as I arched my back and released the foul mess into my diaper, trying to keep my grunts as quiet as possible as I tried to not alert the guests to my situation. Soon, I had no choice but to gently lower my now very full and smelling diaper to the bed. It was awful. It felt like days before I finally heard the sounds of guests departing, and soon after the bedroom door opened. Abby’s face immediately contorted into disgust. “Oh Jenn,” she called in a sing-song voice, “you have a diaper to change…” and she shut the door. A few minutes later Jenn entered, her face making a similar contortion as the smell hit. “That pill really worked, huh?” She looked at me, clearly imagining the task and not looking forward to it. Eventually, she concluded that it had to be done, and she had to do it. Her face set, she went to the bathroom. The next few minutes were pleasant for no one. The disgusting mess was soon confined to a garbage bag, double-bagged, and then put outside, and soon only a lingering shadow of a bad smell remained. “I think we BOTH need this,” I said as Jenn sat on the bed and I placed my head in her lap, eager to re-experience the zen state I experienced when I was at her breast. The calm, close contact experience wasn’t sexual, but it was very intimate, and it was fast becoming my anchor of sanity in this insane situation I found myself in. The next few days were much the same. I was never allowed to leave the bed, but I was kept clean, bandages were changed, diapers were changed, and every few hours Jenn and I had what I was quickly starting to consider our quality time as I was fed and had time to suck at her breasts. At some point, I figured out that there must be something in the bottles that I was being fed because I was way too calm. There was no way I should be as relaxed as I was being kept restrained in a bed and having had surgery done on me. At some point, a few days in, I was aware that there were people delivering things and working downstairs. Jenn had put my noise-canceling earbuds in and put on an audiobook for me, so the occasional banging and the smell of paint was the only hint I had that the warning Abby had given me about not calling out or making any noise was serious if I didn’t want to anyone to find me like this. So I enjoyed the audiobook, knowing that every few hours Jenn would come to feed me. She wouldn’t tell me anything about what was happening though. I waited. When Jenn came up the stairs at the end of the day, she was clearly exhausted. Wearing her grungy work clothes, she was carrying two bottles as she plopped on the bed in her usual position, arranging the pillows so she could sit up. I tried to ask her what was going on, but she wouldn’t answer, only telling me that it was almost done, just a little to finish up tomorrow, and maybe I’d be able to see it tomorrow. The scent of her sweat enveloped me as she lifted her shirt, and I was a little surprised as she opened up the cup which was clearly a new nursing bra. With a smile, she guided my head in, and when she gently placed her shirt back down I was immersed in her scent and touch, lost to the rest of the world. After some time she pulled me gently away and switched breasts. I had started to nod off when I felt the nipple of the bottle on my lips, and I continued the same sucking motion, now drawing the familiar vanilla shake taste. Soon, two bottles were down, and she was sitting up and getting herself back together. She looked down at me as she adjusted her boob in the bra. “It’s nice getting this time with you. I hope you like it. Abby is downstairs still working, so you were my excuse to get away.” “Of course, I like being with you," I said, and then proceeded to let out a wet belch, which she dabbed at with a white cloth that was on her shoulder, “but what is happening? You can’t keep me here like this.” She paused. “You’re right, I can’t keep you like this, but things will become clearer tomorrow, I think.” She kissed my forehead. “I’ll be back in a few hours. You want the TV remote?” For the first time in several days, I could control something in my environment, and I gleefully clicked on the TV and started looking for something to watch, rather studiously ignoring that Jenn was efficiently changing my diaper. Whatever was in the shakes, though, soon blurred my mind and the TV turned into noise and colors and then black as my eyes closed. In the middle of the night, Jenn came in, and I again sucked at her breasts, a mix of dreams and reality as night came and went. - This story is copyright by me, justforfun, and no rights are given to re-publish this story anywhere other than Daily Diapers unless you get my explicit permission.

😀 Oh yeah, I completely do not deny the trope-y and unrealistic nature of the story! Non-consensual stories are pretty limited given that non-consensual is... well... it's fantasy at best. I wouldn't say it *can't* happen in the real world, but, well... it was written to the requirements and terms of the contest. So yeah, I accept and embrace the comments like these. Completely agree. Thanks for reading and commenting. (Also, I agree pace could be slower. I wrote this all this weekend when I was down with Covid... so, there you go.)

With trembling hands, she reaches out, her heart buoyed by the whispers of friends and the wisdom of those who have walked this path before. They speak of love's true nature —acceptance, empathy, and the strength to see beyond the surface. Encouraged by their faith and guided by a newfound resolve, she steps forward, her fears dissolving into the ether. Morning dawned. I woke. I went to sit up and… couldn’t. I was still in the restraints… sort of. There were what looked like casts on my hands. The casts had D-rings that were clipped to the strap that went over my waist. I had on a white diaper. I had been changed, but the yellowing on the front of this one… wait, I had wet in my sleep? Looking further down, there were bandages on my feet. What the hell? “Jenn?” I called out. No answer. “Jenn?” A little louder. A creak of the guest bed, and some feet walking down the hall. Jenn entered. She was wearing a negligee, and I could see her large breasts and white underwear clearly through the sheer white fabric. I started to get excited, which was all the more pronounced when she sat next to me and squeezed my diaper. “Did you just wet?” she asked me, prodding the yellow area. “Uh, no… it was wet when I woke.” Her smile expanded. “Well, I guess it’s working then.” “What’s working?” I asked with trepidation in my voice. Abby’s head appeared in the door. Her pajamas were less revealing but still didn’t leave much to the imagination. I had never seen her like this before. “Well, I guess it’s time to tell him. Congratulations, you’re now dependent on Jenn. She’ll need to clothe you, and feed you, and change your diapers.” “What? What do you mean she has to do that? Just let me up already! This has gone far enough!” I started to yell, trying to sit up while jerking against the restraints, but Jenn put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me back down. “Relax Greg. Listen.” Jenn’s voice was calming, and loving. “Look, I’ve known you were doing this for a while. I know about that suitcase, and I know about the other diapers in the attic. I am… very hurt… that you wouldn’t share that with me. And when I came home and saw you there, I got angry. I thought about divorce.” She paused, thoughtful. “It was Abby that convinced me that we should stay together. I think you truly do love me, and I know I love you, so it would break my heart to separate. But, Abby convinced me that we needed to make a change. A big change.” Abby took over. “So, last night we made a few changes.” Her cat-playing-with-the-mouse smile was back. “First, and easiest to undo, is your hands. I wanted to amputate, but your wife convinced me that we should just put them in casts for a few weeks. So, no use of your hands.” “Second,” she continued, moving down to my feet and examining the bandages, I inserted several titanium bearings into your foot. I got the idea from a patient that came in… someone had shot him with a BB gun years ago, and it had migrated so it was right under his heel. Poor guy couldn’t walk for all the pain from the single BB. So, I inserted a few into your feet. Once the incisions heal in a few days you’ll probably be able to stand for a short time, but I think a lot of crawling and strollers are in your future!” “And last, of course… this is permanent.” “WHAT?” I shouted. “What did you do to me?!?!” “Well, my current rotation is a surgery rotation with a urological focus. Mostly I’m trying to dig out cancers and not make the patient incontinent. It’s a hell of a lot easier when all you want to do is make them incontinent! A snip snip here, a snip snip there, and suddenly the muscles that make you potty trained… well… your diaper is wet. You should get used to that.” She smirked. “You’re a…” I wanted to say ‘monster’ but that didn’t sound right. “You’re insane. You did surgery on me? Without my permission? Without even telling me??” I was aghast. “Well, I do take my Hippocratic oath very seriously, and, honestly, I’m a very good doctor. My attending tells me he would rather have me do some of the tricky stuff because I have better hands than he does.” Her self-satisfied air seemed out of place as I contemplated what she had done to me. “But while I do my best as a Doctor, this is my sister. And you, Greg, were not fit for her. You’re not good enough for her. You have no job, you’re a lousy cook, and you don’t satisfy her in bed, but for some reason she still loves you. So I did this for her. Hate me for it, I don’t care because it’s not like you liked me before, but you now need her, and you have no choice.” As I tried to struggle again and sputter a retort, Abby left the room. Jenn looked at me, a kind and caring look for the first time since this had started a day ago. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “I do love you, Greg. This is what I want, and I’ll always be here for you.” She sat up with a smile. “And one more thing. Sit up.” One more thing? But I sat up and she hopped up on the bed. She gently pulled me back, and I found my head lying on her lap. Abby returned. She was holding, I was dismayed to see, a large baby bottle, which she handed to Jenn. “You haven’t eaten for a long time,” she said, “so have this shake.” She saw my look. “Don’t worry, it’s Ensure, not formula. This time.” She ducked back out again, and Jenn cradled my head to her chest and brought the nipple to my lips. Honestly, I was starving. I took the nipple into my mouth and waited. “Nuphingsumingoup,” I said around the nipple, as I waited. “You have to suck on it. Pretend you’re playing with my nipples.” Ah. I did like sucking on Jenn’s nipples, and I tried again, giving a suck. A little came out. I tried again. “Try with your tongue, baby.” I tried rolling my tongue around the nipple and didn’t get anything even when I sucked. Then I ran my tongue along the nipple and suddenly got a squirt. I did it again and got another squirt. After a minute or so I figured out the motion with my tongue, almost like a wave, I thought and managed to get a good supply of the liquid into my mouth. It took a lot of effort, but as hungry as I was I went at it with gusto. Soon I realized I was sucking air. “Was that good?” “Um. It was OK. Tasted like a vanilla milkshake. I’m still hungry though.” Jenn smiled down at me. She pulled open the negligee and suddenly her breast… her nipple… was right there. “While I ask Abby to bring another, why don’t you practice a little more?” Well, that wasn’t so bad. Soon I was making the same tongue motion on her nipple, and I could feel her getting flushed. I heard a ding, and she adjusted, moving me to her other breast, where I went back to work. Her smell, her touch, her hand on my head… after the last day I lost myself in her smell and softness. Everything felt like it would be ok. There was another ding, and I felt her breast being carefully extracted from my mouth as another bottle nipple was inserted, and my tongue tasted the vanilla milkshake again. After a few minutes, I got air again. -- “Kristin said yes!” I heard Abby telling Jenn as they stood outside the master bedroom where I was still locked in the restraints on the bed. “That’s great. When can she come over?” “She and Danny can both come this evening. They’ll come for a drink after dinner and we can talk about plans.” “Uh, Jenn? What plans is Abby talking about?” I had a bad feeling about this. “And who are Kristin and Danny?” Jenn and Abby stepped around the corner. “Oh, you’re awake. Good. We need to change your bandages… and you…” Abby said as she gathered some supplies. “What’s going on?” I asked again. “Kristin is a friend of mine that I met in college. Her boyfriend Dan… Danny… happens to be an Adult Baby. I always thought that he was… well, she’s a good friend, and his input will be useful.” “But I don’t want anyone to see me like this! What the hell!” Abby was removing the bandages on my foot, looking carefully at the incisions, and came away happy. “Don’t worry, you’ll stay up here, and they won’t come up. As long as you’re quiet, we’re going to imply that this is a surprise for you.” “What’s a surprise for me.” She finished replacing the second bandage. “It’s a surprise. Ok, Jenn, the diaper is all yours.” Jenn appeared with another diaper. This one looked thicker, and I didn’t think I had any other plain white diapers. As Jenn went through the machinations of cleaning and replacing the wet diaper with a dry one, Abby returned and without any warning stuck a gloved finger up my butt. “What the hell, Abby?” I yelled, as I tried to sit up and watched Abby strip off the glove. “You haven’t pooped your diaper yet. That will help.” Jenn gently cooed and patted me as she brought the diaper up between my legs and fastened it. It was thick, definitely thicker than anything I had. They had gotten me new diapers. “It’s funny,” Abby said. “Jenn wanted to know if I was going to make you poop your diaper without control, as she put it… well, no,” she said with a smile on her face. “I think it’s better to have a choice, right? I mean, it’s not your choice. Jenn can decide whether she helps you get to the toilet, or just lets you poop your diaper.” I gave a hopeful look to Jenn. “Can I…” Abby interrupted with a laugh. “Not today, of course. You’re staying in that bed for a few more days until everything is healed. Today you poop in your diaper.” As I lay there, Abby helped Jenn change the bedsheet under me and adjust my arms and legs a little. The straps were left a little longer. I still couldn’t get out of bed, but at least I could adjust the position of my limbs a little. Soon, they were finished in the room. Abby left, and Jenn hopped up on the bed. She bared a breast and I relaxed into her chest. As before, her smell and touch calmed me, and I felt my fear and anxiety about the situation I was in melt away. After a few minutes, there was a ding and her nipple was replaced by a bottle, with the same vanilla taste as before. After I had emptied two bottles and sucked on her breasts for a while, I was sleepy, and she let me doze off. - This story is copyright by me, justforfun, and no rights are given to re-publish this story anywhere other than Daily Diapers unless you get my explicit permission.

@Brown Owl, I looked into the DMCA notice, but part of the problem is you need to put your real name and such out there as part of the legal process, and you need to know who you're addressing it to. The DMCA process seems to be much more relevant to corporations rather than individuals. Also, the Bents (appear to be) in Australia or such, so the US justice system doesn't seem to be able to do much. I could go after Amazon for selling the story, but... well, that will cost a lot of money, also likely result in doxxing myself, and probably net me a big fat nothing. They get away with it because calling them on it isn't worth it for any individual. I don't see any real options other than naming and shaming them as often and as publicly as possible so that everyone knows what slime they are. Which sucks.

Yet when she arrives, her eyes widen with shock, for my true form is unveiled—a visage both wondrous and strange. Doubt clouds her gaze, her heart caught in a tempest of uncertainty. Can this be love, she wonders, or merely an illusion spun from the threads of destiny? She stands at the precipice of decision, her soul wavering between fear and the promise of a love profound and eternal. In this moment of revelation, we are both laid bare, our fates hanging in the balance, waiting for the courage to embrace the unknown and find solace in each other's arms." “WHAT.” “THE.” “FUCK.” My wife stood at the door, a look of horror and confusion spreading across her face. “Are you OK up there?” A voice I recognized came up the stairs from the kitchen. “Jenn?” I looked at her and whispered. “Please come in and close the door. Please. Quickly. Before she comes up.” She moved slowly, coming into the room and closing the door. As the door clicked shut, I thought that maybe I could still get past this with just some embarrassment. Continuing to move slowly, she sat down on the chair across from the bed. “Can, you, um, help me, please? The uh, keys are on the bureau. If you can help me I can clean this up.” I spoke quietly while attempting to sound confident as if it wasn’t a big deal. She just sat there. Staring at me. Thinking. “Please, Jenn? The keys?” She paused. She looked at the keys. She looked at me. “You said that you didn’t do this anymore. You said that when we were married you put it behind you.” She paused. “You lied to me.” I was silent. I didn’t know what to say. I pulled on the ice lock again, hoping it might release early. It didn’t. “You said that you would be looking for a new job.” She looked heartbroken. “You lied to me.” “You said that you loved me” she continued, looking at me sadly, a tear forming. “I don’t know if you lied to me.” I pulled on the arm held by the ice lock. Jenn looked at it, her shoulders low. “Is that how you get free? What is it.” I nodded slowly. “Yes. It’s an ice lock.” “It melts and then you can get out? So you expected to have all this hidden before I got home this evening.” She looked at me. I nodded. “How much time before you can get loose?” “I’m not sure. An hour or so. But you can unlock everything using the keys over there.” She rose and walked over to the keys. She saw the suitcase and walked over there. She started rummaging through it, moving some of the diapers, clothing, and other things around to see what was there. She paused, and a half smile crossed her face. She pulled another leather strap out of the suitcase, along with a bag of locks. Fiddling with the locks and keys, she opened the locks. “I think I need time to think about what to do here.” She placed the strap on the bed and looked at how I was fastened. Taking a few locks, she locked the cuffs, and then locked the strap to the bed and my wrist cuff, ensuring that even when the ice lock melted I wasn’t going anywhere. “Um, honey? Could you let me go so we can talk?” She smiled and kissed my forehead. “No. Abby and I are going to have lunch like we planned. You can wait here.” She squeezed my diaper, which was, I realized, a little wet. She looked at me. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just divorce you.” Holy crap, what. “Because… I really do love you, and we promised to be together forever. And I’m sorry I screwed up, but I want to talk to you about it. I love you.” She continued to look at me for a moment, then turned to the door. I was half expecting to see Abby with her ear to the door as Jen opened it, went through it, and closed it without another word. Soon the garage door opened, closed, and I was alone again. I wish I could say that I spent the next three hours escaping from the restraints and coming up with a well-reasoned set of discussion points that would convince my wife that I may have made a mistake, but I was a wonderful husband worthy of her love and trust. Hah. I thrashed briefly in my restraints but I knew they weren’t going to break. I lay there, thinking about whose fault this was. I blamed her for coming home early. I blamed her sister for showing up unannounced. I blamed the porn on the internet for getting me interested in self-bondage. And finally, I blamed myself. And then I cried for a long time. And then I slept. --- “He’s sleeping like a baby.” Abby’s voice had a sneer to it, and as I opened my eyes I saw her holding her phone, obviously taking a picture. I struggled in the restraints, but as before I wasn’t going anywhere. “Hey, delete that!” Abby just laughed and took another. Sitting down on the side of the bed next to me, she squeezed the diaper. “Well, Jen was right. You really are wearing a pink diaper. And it’s wet.” She looked me in the eyes. “Hope you like it.” “Hey, don’t you touch me! Where’s Jen?” I struggled away from her touch. Her smile was that of a cat about to educate a mouse in the ways of being food. “Jen… your wife… for now… is really, really upset. She sees this as a major breach of trust. I see this as an… opportunity… to help you change your relationship with her.” She smiled the cat smile. “In a positive way, of course. I think it will be good for you both.” I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that. “What do you mean?” She leaned over and tousled my hair. “Oh, don’t worry. There are really no choices you need to make here so make yourself comfortable. I’m going to be the bad guy here because you and Jen will need to love each other.” “So, here’s the deal. You told her you loved her and wanted to be with her forever. She wants to love you but doesn’t trust you. She feels you don’t need her for anything, be it money, comfort, or love.” She put her hand on my now sodden diaper. “Looks like you look elsewhere for love, eh?” As she massaged the diaper, my back arched as I leaned into her hand. She stopped massaging me suddenly. “I bet you’re as puny in that diaper as your 4-foot-tall body would suggest. I bet Jen barely notices when you’re in, eh? Does she have to help you?” “I’m 5 feet tall.” Yeah, I’m short. I know. I’ve always been short. Abby picks on me all the time, never letting me live down that I’m shorter than her fifth-grade nephew. And Jen had never complained about me. I mean, I’m proportional I think. It’s not like I’ve measured it. “That’s not saying much. How a six-foot girl ended up with a useless pipsqueak like you…” “She’s not six feet. She’s five-ten.” Abby gave me a wry glance. “Well, anyway, here’s what I convinced her to do. I’m going to make you dependent on her. She won’t have to trust you because you’re going to need her for her comfort, for her love, and even to change your diaper. Won’t that be nice?” I looked at her, horrified. I tried to think of what to say. She was crazy. There was a loud bang downstairs. Abby looked at me. “I think my sister needs a caregiver right now. She had several margaritas…” She got up and went downstairs. This time I pulled on the restraints with all my strength and did my best to try to get free. The cuffs and straps, though, didn’t yield, and in the end, I was still right where Abby left me. It was a smiling Abby and red-eyed Jen who showed up a little later. Jen was clearly still feeling the margaritas. Abby helped her sit on the chair next to me and then sat beside her. “Ok, let’s get the stuff ordered. I’ll pay for it. Let’s see when we can get everything.” She started paging through her phone. “Iodine, swabs, sterile field, gloves… oh yeah, need that… look at this, Abby, this one connects to HDMI… he can watch it himself! Oh yeah, need those…” After several minutes she finally seemed like she had everything. “Alright, let’s see about delivery time.” She looked up at me. “Damn, Amazon is fucking amazing. We can have most of this stuff here by 10 pm. Let me see what we’re missing.” Jen just put her head on Abby’s shoulder and watched. I decided that staying quiet was probably the best thing for me, so I just watched nervously. A few minutes later and, with a big smile, she said, “Buy!”. She looked up at me. “I had no idea that this stuff was available online. Usually, it takes three levels of signatures, prescriptions, doctor’s sign-offs, and written care plans to get this stuff, but boom, here you just put a credit card in, select what you want, and wait until it shows up at your front door.” She had a look of glee. “Our nurses really need to try this!” I nervously looked at her. “So… can you tell me what’s happening? And my shoulders hurt.” I had been laying in that position since 9 am, and I was thirsty and hungry, and my diaper was about to leak, but I figured I’d address the most important needs first. “That’s a good point, Jenn. When we keep patients in restraints, we need to keep moving them to avoid bed sores and other issues. Let’s reposition him.” She paused. “But I think he needs a diaper change first, and it’s probably easier if we do it with his hands there. C’mon sis, this is all you. Residents don’t change diapers. That’s for nurses. And moms, of course.” She gave her sister a hand up from the chair. I watched the sisters walk to the suitcase and pull out another diaper. I didn’t have a huge selection, but what I did have were thick and effective. Abby told Jen something, who went to the bathroom, while Abby turned around holding a thick pink diaper. “Glad you like pink. It suits you. Probably a good thing we can’t do anything about that tonight, but, you know maybe in the future…” She laughed as I cringed. Abby returned, carrying a washcloth. Abby guided Jen in opening the new diaper, putting it under me, and releasing the tapes. “Oh, it IS just as small as I thought it would be!” As the cold air hit my groin I shrank, not helping any claim of “proportional” that I might seek to argue. Again, I stayed silent as Abby guided Jen in washing me down, the cold washcloth doing an efficient job of wiping me down in Jen’s hand. Soon the wet princess diaper was slid out from under me, and the dry pink diaper was pulled up between my legs. “I hated changing diapers,” Abby said, as Abby showed Jenn how to position the tabs and make sure that the leak guards were well seated. “We had to learn, of course, in my first rotation in geriatrics, but I almost always managed to get someone else to do it. Diapering YOU, though,” she said, patting the front of the pink diaper, “could ALMOST get me to think it might be fun! You know, certain patients were so annoying that the nurses would put them in diapers just because they deserved it. Just like you, Greg!” Abby went to the suitcase and dug around, looking at the contents. Soon, she returned with a long leather strap. “I think this will work. Let’s put this at his waist level, and then we can attach his wrists to it.” Soon, exactly that happened, and I found first one arm, and then the other, being moved from being outstretched over my head to my waist. With the two of them holding me, there was no chance to fight it, and soon I was secured again. With no choice but to lay there, Jen and Abby left, turning off the light and closing the door. Having slept a bunch during the day, and rather fearful of what was to come, I listened in trepidation to voices downstairs, the doorbell ring, someone left in the car and returned sometime later… There was a lot of activity. The only activity I was participating in was making my diaper wetter. It was dark outside when the door opened again and Jenn and Abby entered carrying several boxes and bags. Taking two bandages, Abby fashioned a blindfold, and I listened to them prepare in darkness. I felt fingers touch my mouth and I accepted two pills being popped in. Not sure if the fingers were Abby’s or Jenn’s fingers, I didn’t bite them. “Have some water,” said Abby. I should have bitten them, but I accepted the cup at my lips and quenched my thirst. The preparations continued in mostly silence, and soon I felt floaty. Detached. I couldn’t follow the voices or the movement. Everything just felt… nice. I relaxed. It didn’t seem to matter that they were strapping my feet down. I giggled as I felt a few little pricks on my feet, and then some more… something happened. I don’t know. It felt nice. It didn’t matter. I was still giggling as my diaper was opened. I tried to make a joke about paying for it as they handled my penis, but there was a cold, and then pricks, and then a numb, and then a… I don’t know. A funny feeling. Like they were ticking my tummy from the inside. I giggled. They were saying things, but for all I knew they were harvesting my organs. I was given another pill, and then another glass of water. And then something happened to my hands. It was funny. - This story is copyright by me, justforfun, and no rights are given to re-publish this story anywhere other than Daily Diapers unless you get my explicit permission. In the past I've put stories here and people have stolen them. People who have accounts on this site are profiting off stories that other people contribute by selling them on their own sites and even on Amazon. To the unethical thief Rosalie Bent, and the other unethical thiefs out there, a hearty "FUCK YOU". For context, https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/89164-what-can-i-do-about-theft-of-stories-from-here/ Please do not support them in any way, and pass the word.

This story was written for @kasarberang's 4th story non-con-test. I do have to say that this is fantasy. It was written specifically to the terms of the contest, and contains actions, themes, and ideas that I in no way support, condone, or suggest in real life. Read at your own risk. "In the embrace of stillness, I find myself tethered to this sacred ground, a captive of my own heart's desire. Here I remain, suspended in time, waiting for the gentle touch of fate to guide my true love to me. Until she arrives, illuminating the shadows of my soul and revealing the depths that lie within, I cannot take flight. It is her presence alone that can set me free, transforming my quiet longing into a vibrant reality; I belong to her, and she shall claim me as her own, entwining our destinies as one." Oh. Shit. The garage door was opening. I pulled at my wrist, but I knew the ice lock had at least another hour. Shit shit shit. I kept pulling, trying to think of a way to escape the bondage that I had put myself in, but I had been pretty thorough. The cuffs were locked to the straps, and I couldn’t release the cuff itself with my hand in it. The cuffs on my wrists and ankles held fast, and until that ice lock melted I couldn’t release the cuffs on my wrists. I heard the door downstairs open, and close. I heard her call from downstairs. “Honey, are you there?” Maybe she had just forgotten something, and if I was quiet she’d assume I was out exercising or something, grab what she needed, and then leave. Maybe. I tried to use my restrained hand to pull some of the top sheet, which was off to the side, over me. Maybe I could at least cover the diaper I was wearing. I could barely reach the sheet, though, and efforts to pull it were fruitless. I was still just laying there, my choice of the last Princess Pink diaper from the sample pack I had coming back to haunt me in a big way. I tried to sit up and could see the suitcase open on the other side of the room, the items I had hidden away mockingly highlighted in a beam of sun through a window. “Honey?” I could hear her coming up the stairs. “My sister is here! Are you in the shower?” Her sister was here? My mind froze. The worst case had gone from embarrassment in front of my wife to far, far worse. Her sister didn’t like me. No, it was way beyond, “didn’t like”. Her sister despised me. Her sister thought that my wife could have done much, much better than me, and did everything she could to point out all my weaknesses, faults, and misdeeds as loudly and often as she could to anyone who would listen, seemingly ignoring the fact that my wife and I have been married for five years and are very happy together. She was, frankly, a bitch, and her consistent criticism of me had definitely driven a wedge between the siblings. So why was she here now? If her sister came in and saw me like this, it was game over. I needed to try to minimize the damage. And minimizing the damage meant that only my wife saw me like this. “Ah, Jenn? Could you come into the bedroom? Just you?” “You’re in the bedroom, Greg?” “Yeah. Please come in. Just you.” The door opened.

There are some things that are so clearly written by AI... Is there (or should there be) a forum policy on this? Filling the pages with AI generated junk seems counterproductive to me. Soon we'd just end up having machines talking to machines. Why bother?

I trained myself to wet when sleeping about two decades ago. I may or may not wake up needing to urinate a little, but never very much. I trained myself that if I needed to go, it was ok to just release while sleeping. I don't need a wet diaper before I sleep to wet. In fact, perfectly dry clothes will work just fine. Wet or dry, diapered or not, nighttime or a short daytime doze on a car ride, there is a reasonable chance I'll wake up wet. Based on things I wrote at the time, it took about a year of actual focused effort (drinks, alarms, hypnosis, and whatever else I could think of) before I considered myself a bed-wetter, although it wasn't consistent or well established at that point. Sometime over the next 5-7 years it became very well ingrained, to the point that I was unable to re-train myself back to not wetting the bed.

Some more possible questions... If I fall asleep during the day, I will wet (never-always) For protection it home I wear (always disposable - always reusable) For protection away from home I wear (always disposable - always reusable) I have had at least one accident while asleep while diapered at home I have had at least one accident while asleep while not diapered at home I have had at least one accident while asleep while diapered not at home I have had at least one accident while asleep while not diapered not at home I have had at least one accident while asleep during the day I wear diapers when traveling on plane, train, etc (never - sometimes -usually- always) Ensuring I have diapers to wear when travelling is a part of my travel planning I'll add more if I can think of them

Chastity with diapers is fun! There are a bunch of resources on the web, and you'll probably get better answers elsewhere as to the general details. Two reasonable places to start are https://denyingthumper.com/male-chastity-basics/ and https://www.malechastityjournal.com/caging-your-man/. Start slow, and have realistic expectations. Most of the chastity thing is a mental game, as there is no device that is escape proof. This might be useful for your partner: https://happy-marriage.neocities.org/introduction#start As far as chastity with diapers, which is relevant for this site, it depends on how much you do of each. I am a bedwetter, and wear cloth diapers at night. This leads to hygiene challenges, so I need to unlock daily to ensure a good wash. Good hygiene is key. Short cages are definately better. Like, the length of the head, not the shaft. This keeps things in place, and makes erections more manageble and less painful, ironically. It also means that when you pee, the pee goes into the center of the diaper, which is a side benefit for us male bedwetters. Start wearing the cage without diapers at first so that you can keep an eye on things. Start a few hours at a time and build time. Then, once you're sure that the device you have fits well, add diapers.

If you've been lurking a long time, you may have seen my posts before, but in case not, I'll point you to this thread, which I think had some thoughful insight. Here's my input: To answer your question directly, the impacts on my daily life were what I expected for about the first 10 years (~2000 to ~2010), which included meeting my wife and getting married, at about the age you are now. The positives and negatives were pretty predictable. In ~2011, though, my daughter was born. The addition of another person wearing diapers into the family changed a lot more than I expected, in ways that I had no way to predict a decade before that. There were a lot of highs and lows, and for a while I definitely had buyer's remorse on my, by that time, ancient decision. I've since come to terms with it, though, and I often wonder if I'd make the same decision then if I knew what I know now. In some ways, if forced me to become much more comfortable with who I am. On the other hand, it's caused huge amounts of stress, logistical issues, and so much else. comme ci comme ça.

When I had knee surgery I just asked the nurse during the pre-op consult what I should do. They suggested doing whatever I'm comfortable with, and suggested bringing "what I needed" from home if it would make me more comfortable. They've dealt with this many times before. Just ask.

Congrats on the milestone, and thanks for sharing your very entertaining stories, which are always well written. Here's to another five more soggy years, and many more.

I would speculate (with absolutely no data, mind you) that the the most important part of the training is convincing your mind that it's ok to wet, rather than waking. I remember listening to a number of hypnosis files that weren't so much "YOU WILL WET THE BED", but more, "It's ok, and not a big deal, so don't worry about if you do wet, or don't wet. It's all good". This goes to the same comments about being sure of no leaks, and so on, before being comfortable enough to allow the sleeping brain to let it go. A related part of that is the setting of a-randomly timed alarm (somewhere in the 2-4am range), where I would wake, immediately pee in whatever position I was in, then turn off the alarm and go back to sleep. Eventually I became less and less conscious of the waking, until I was just wetting and the alarm wasn't necessary. I was just thinking of a fun little electronics project... an 'anti-no-bedetting-alarm'. Modify a bedwetting alarm such that if it is _not_ wet by a random time, the alarm goes off and you have to wet to turn it off. I bet it wouldn't be too long until one started wetting before the alarm went off so that you didn't get woken up. ...Or maybe you'd just wet whenever you heard an alarm. *Shrug* who knows.

Incontrol carries the plastic version: https://incontroldiapers.com/tena-slip-maxi-european-incontinence-briefs/ They are my go-to diapers for traveling... I wear them on planes, etc, because they are thin enough to be discreet in public, reasonably comfortable, and able to take a full bladder hit if I fall asleep... I actually like the Ultima's better, but they are rarely available here in the States. I stock up when they are available... https://incontroldiapers.com/tena-slip-active-ultima-incontinence-briefs/

I trained myself back to sleep wetting about 20 years ago. It does sound like my experience is at least a little unusual, in that the fully-generalized sleep wetting resulted from the untraining. While I was mostly focused on wetting at night, what developed was a tendency to wet myself whenever I'm sleeping... diapered or not, including during naps on the couch/plane/etc. It didn't happen all at once, of course, but I learned through experience that my wetting is not limited to night, or only while diapered. I'm not sure why the "scope creep" occurred; while I was working to untrain myself I tried many, many things all at once (random alarm timing, many different hypnosis files, diapered and non-diapered wetting, and so on), so I'm not sure what lead to general sleep wetting, if there was only one thing. The training has also resisted several significant attempts to re-train, so whatever I did to myself all those years ago, it worked.

Echoing this. The bedwetting itself won't lead to daytime problems, but whatever is causing it, ranging from a UTI to Type II Diabetes, might. You should definitely see a doctor.

I just have to say how much I appreciate your writing! It's not often that I'm literally laughing out loud while reading!

I think you were asking Stroller, but I'm going to chime in anyway. Depending on your needs, there are a _lot_ of options. I know this thread is not about this, so I'll try to end with something on-topic. For night time, I find nothing works as well as pinned pre-folds. I have a stack of mostly Leakmaster pre-folds, but there are some other random diapers mixed in the stack and they are all similar. An important suggestion is to not get thick 'night' diapers, but use several thinner diapers. They are both easier to fold into something comfortable, as well as being much easier to wash and dry, which keeps the smells out. Plastic pants of course. For day time (when I might fall asleep in front of the TV, or naps, or such) I use cloth pullons. I have Kins and Leakmaster variants, and I usually use PUL pants. Again, thinner versions with an insert are easier to get clean and dry. I've tried pocket diapers, but they are more bulky and annoying than I like for day use and they don't have the side protection I need at night, so they are rarely used. To make this somewhat on topic... my personal strong preference, and what got me into diapers, is disposables (which is surprising because I was raised in the 70's and I know my mother used cloth on me.) My wife is the one that insists, for environmental reasons, on my use of cloth... so there is a low-grade grumbling if I make an excuse to wear a disposable, when in her opinion I should be wearing a re-usable. So I have to wear a diaper, but not one that, well, scratches the particular itch, if you know what I mean.

I can see that if one was traveling for leisure, it could be a fun quest to find new and interesting local diapers, shops that sell them, and so on. When I'm traveling, though, it's usually for business, and there is not time (and I don't have the energy) to spend on that. When traveling for leisure I'm with my family and I'm not given the time to track down diapers! Someday I hope to perhaps be able to take a trip where I was able to make time for diaper-related activities... but the lack of that time today is what makes it a downside...

Over the years, I've gone through highs and lows about how I feel about the decision I made to train myself back to sleep-wetting. The low was definitely a few years ago, when my daughter graduated from diapers, and I... didn't. From a mental health point of view, I was not in a good space. Though I only trained myself as far as sleep wetting, not 24/7, I agree that the traveling aspect is the most challenging. It's not the wearing itself, it's the carrying, acquiring, and otherwise managing the logistics of making sure that I have supplies, particularly when I'm on a trip with many stops over a longer period. I can imagine how much more challenging it would be from someone 24/7 dependent. Related to that... I use cloth at home, and have found a system that never* leaks and is (relatively) comfortable for me. When traveling I use disposables, which leads to a much higher probability of leaks, particularly when I'm trying to use whatever products I can find in some random country. Plastic pants, underpads, and other 'stuff' to help mitigate leaks takes even more space in luggage, and makes everything that much more annoying. Lastly, it is annoying how wearing a diaper interferes with intimacy. When I've already put a diaper on for the evening, things are very unlikely to happen, and certainly once it's wet any opportunities vanish. Making time for each other requires more planning, so that I don't happen to have a diaper already on when we're in the mood, but I don't wait too long for her to come to bed and fall asleep unprotected... *knock on wood...

Well, I can unequivocally tell you that the story of mine that they are selling is stolen. I did not give them, or anyone, permission to reprint it. I'll also note that the Bents are listed as editors on the Amazon listing, not just publishers, so they are a little more culpable than just "someone gave me a story to publish". They are in the "seriously slimy bad people" bucket, and I would like to find a way to make it very uncomfortable for them to continue to profit from their illegal activities. I have sent a note to them and have not heard back. I have also sent a message to Amazon, although I'm not sure I'm using the right path there. It's not something I'm dropping.

I chose 'other' because I have have gotten to the point of being unable to train myself out of sleep wetting - it's permanent, and I'm (sort of) happy with with that. I think that I would give it up if I could. My experience with that, and the realization that despite real efforts to re-train I will likely need to wear a diaper whenever I sleep for the rest of my life, means that I definitely wouldn't want to be fully incontinent. Realistically, just being a sleep-wetter means that I am in diapers quite a bit even when I'm awake, which 'scratches the itch', so to speak.