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Would wearing a long catheter attached to a bag be practical in the shower? Like hang or sit the collection bag outside the shower? 🤔

It's been cold here. We hit with a windchill of 14F today and it felt warm compared to the single digits and the minus digits we had earlier this week. We're supposed to get more snow too.

Lots of excellent replies. I find sometimes the cut of the diaper or pullup just doesn't work with my particular body shape. I'd recommend trying different diaper- a lot are available as samples- so you can experiment and see if different cuts or types/ brands of diapers make a difference. I wear waterproof panties over top of my diapers, especially when I'm wearing cloth-backed disposables- along with a onesie, and that helps with diaper sag when my diaper gets very wet and needs changed.

A lot of prices everywhere have been going up. (thanks inflation *sarcasm* 😑) Rearz Daydreamer diapers are $119 for a case of 36 but their Safari diapers are $99 for a case of 36. But Rearz have always been on the expensive side. Nice diapers, but pricey. Northshore Megamax is $124 for a case of 40.

I hear tofu is a good source of protein, but that's coming from Dr. Google so who knows how reliable it is.

Yikes! That doctor should be reported to a liscensing board. The only time I could see some of the things the doctor asked being okay only if they were relevant to the patient's problems. Like asking about sexual health/ sexual history- only if the patient is having problems emotionally coping or accepting a health problem related to sex, such as a diagnosis of a sexuall transmitted disease or infection, or if he's struggling with some sexual problems like erectile dysfunction and wants mental/emotional help coping with it. As for getting up at night to pee- again, only acceptable if it is relevant to a patient's problems. If a patient is having health problems and needs mental/ emotional help adjusting to said health problems, like incontinence, etc.

I usually write in third person in a blend of limited and omniscient point of view. It's not a conscious choice; it's just what feels natural to me. The last time I wrote in first person was years ago when I co-authored a story with Personalias, Of Leopards and Their Spots. We talked about and chose first person because we felt it was easier to blend our narrative voices and our writing styles together that way. Even friends who know us well had trouble telling who wrote what scene. I can write in first person, I just naturally default to third. I read novels of a variety of points of view. I've read novels that successfully blend and balance third and first person narratives and other novels that have been a jarring, confusing mess and disaster. I think second person POV is hard to pull off successfully and I generally avoid it both as a writer and a reader. It just doesn't appeal to me. The only exception was for WB Daddy's A Little Legal Issue, which I read for the diabolical plot twists and humiliation WB is so good at.

Possum? I haven't heard of them eating through ceilings- but maybe they do? Termites? Yuck, I hope you don't have termites, they're horrible.

If you've been wearing 24/7 for a prolonged period of time, your body may have gotten used to going in a diaper and accepted going in a diaper as normal, just like going to the bathroom and that could be why your ability to retain waste has gotten shorter. But if you have any worries or concerns about your body- especially if the accidents seem to be a very recent and sudden development- it's best to see your doctor. Just to make sure everything is fine. A sudden onset of incontinence issues can be an indication of potential serious health problems, even in a healthy young adult. So it's always best to get something checked out just to be safe!

I write...honestly, whenever I can squeeze the time in- usually when I come home from work for an hour or two. Sometimes all evening if life is calm and I'm lucky. I had hoped to get a lot of writing done over the Christmas break, but then I got sick and that torpeodoed my writing plans. 😑 Sometimes if work is very busy and stressful, when I come home I just wanna chill and don't have the spoons for writing.

The Romans were fun. So were the Greeks- if memory serves, they were pretty prolific with their pornographic pottery of both the heterosexual and homosexual varieties.

It's a bananna cleaner...but only for men. Sorry ladies, no banana cleaners for us. 😂 So, would any men out there use that to clean their banana?

The ancients were just as sexual and dirty-minded as people today. I think they just didn't have as many means of viewing it as we do today- no internet, no video, no photographs. But they did have art- everything from sexual illustrations in dynastic China of women with bound feet to ancient Egyptian graffiti, the 18th dynasty (New Kingdom) of the female pharaoh Hatshepsut getting down and dirty with her boy-toy/ lover Senenmut.

Maybe they figure if your butt smells good, it will make your diaper smell good? I always thought that's what baby powder was for.

I definitely think porn addiction is a thing, and too much porn (like many other things in life) isn't healthy. There's a saying- all good things in moderation. If it starts to take over and interfere with one's life then I'd say it's a problem for them. But for those who want to indulge in it here and there- it's up for them to decide the amount that's right for them.

I have a sinus infection. So my new year's party will probably be just...staying home. 😆 I always stay home for new year's, but I'm usually snockered. Though from the family Christmas party, I learned the wine "sweet bitch" is really tasty and comes in a cute bottle! I had a glass or two. One of my uncles drank most of the bottle (along with 2 other bottles lol). I'd make a joke about him being a secret alcoholic but we've had 2 deaths in the family this year, which is why I haven't been writing much. Sitting in a corner quietly and getting drunk off his ass was probably my uncle's way of coping.

I got Demon Slayer coloring books, a Harry Potter blanket, and some BTS pins.

A very padded Merry Christmas to you and yours!

I'd recommend a nice thick diaper so you feel confident and safe from leaks. Maybe a pair of waterproof pants over top for added protection. Or cloth diapers if you'd like to try those. For hypnosis tapes, you can find a lot on warp my mind. I recommend Mind Master, EMG, or Sarnoga but that's my personal preference. You can try a wide variety and fine a file that you like best.

The joke was everyone but Sonja knows what Azrael did to Reila- the whole turning her into a giant baby thing. Nicky is a sweetie. He likes to see the good in people and he believes in second chances. Pretty much the polar opposite of Azrael.

Congratulations on getting your own space! Moving is a lot of work, and adulting and work suck. But the rewards are well worth it! Enjoy your new space and all the time you get to be Little!

I always watch A Christmas Story on Christmas Eve with some relatives. Later on usually by myself I then watch The Power Puff Girls: The Fight Before Christmas. (The old school original powerpuff girls because nostalgia)

Ah, this update is much later than planned because life never goes as planned and I always underestimate how much time something will take. "Oh I can get this done super quick, won't take long!" Then it ends up taking 2-3 times as long as I think it would. 😅 But-finally- here it is! We've got 2-3 updates left before this story comes to a close! I've had a lot of fun writing this one and I hope people have been having as much fun reading it. ********************************************** “Geeze. This is so awkward. I feel like I’ve never breastfed before.” Sonja switched Reila from arm to arm like tossed baggage while she struggled with her sweater and nursing bra. Emma Jean gave her some helpful hints and instructions to help her get situated. Reila was helpless to stop her impending milky doom. In fact, a small part of her wanted it. Her stomach just wanted food and listening to the other babies feed started to make her impatient. Her body took over with a mind of its own, some hidden infantile instincts awakening. Confusion filled her at the sensations and feelings coursing through her traitorous body. She wanted nursies? What the fuck was wrong with her? Before she could think any further, one of Mommy’s boobs was shoved in her face. No way in hell was she doing this! She’d bite the demented bitch’s boobs! Even if she had no teethies yet, she could still pinch the nipple. She wanted a bottle and babyfood like a big girl! Reila glared up at Mommy, defiance on her scowling face. Her heart stopped. Mommy gazed down at her with tender affection as she guided REila’s head toward her waiting nipple. A drop of milk glistened on the cherry tip. Something raw and primal awakened in the core of her being. Rational thought shut off. The sweet scent filled her nostrils. Drool dribbled down her chin. She was pure infantile instinct as she took Mommy’s nipple into her mouth and sucked like she’d been doing it her entire life. Warm sweet breastmilk flooded her senses and made her taste buds come alive. Never had she tasted anything so divine, so filling and delicious. “Wow, you were really hungry. Poor baby. I had no idea.” With her free hand, Sonja lightly ran a fingertip down Reila’s button nose. A loud fart ripped through the room along with the overwhelming stench of a freshly shat diaper. None of the babies cried. All seven of them- Nicky and Jacky suckling from Az, Junior and Lynee nursing from Jill, Rachel and Jax suckling from Emma Jean, and Reila nursing from Sonja- contentedly drank, filling their bellies with milk. “Ah, I do so love the holidays when family comes together. Nursing all my babies is hard when I’m by myself.” Jill smiled down at Junior and Lynne with their slurpy suckles. “But I love it when they’re small like this. Nursing is great bonding time for a mom with her babies.” “This certainly makes me appreciate just having one baby. But Rachie is more trouble than all of yours combined. She certainly poops enough for six babies. Especially with all of her diaper explosions.” Emma Jean laughed. “Why do I feel like Reila is going to be the same?” Sonja kept her attention on her baby. All of the caregivers laughed as if at a fine joke. “Oh, I’m sure of it, dearie!” Emma Jean giggled. “They’re two peas in a pod!” Reila enjoyed the creamy milk so much that not even the mocking ring of Azrael’s laughter could bother her. She never felt her dry padding grow wet. Who cared? It’s not like she knew hot to potty like a big girl. Her diapey would keep her safe. She was snuggly warm in Mommy’s arms and love. Why would she want to ruin that by getting up to potty? A warm baby haze fueled by milk washed over her. Thinking was hard; it was so much better to just float along in her fuzzy feelings. Sonja didn’t get the joke but she laughed anyway. She enjoyed the camaraderie of the other females. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so accepted, so part of the group. Maybe communal breastfeeding did more than strengthen the bond between mommy and baby? She could never see herself nursing the other babies like Emma Jean and Azrael did, but she could get used to nursing her own baby around the others. And soon she’d be an actual member of the family! She admired the ring on her finger. Finally her heart’s desire- a real man and a helpmate. Hans accepted her baby as his own and wanted to be her daddy. Her old nightmare life in America had been so bitter. Now it was overflowing with sweetness. She got her prince charming and her happily ever after. And she’d keep them by being a good mommy and a good wife. She hoped she could pick up some pointers from Emma Jean and Jill. They knew what they were doing, had their act together. As a new mother, Sonja felt like she was all over the place. Maybe part of that was uprooting her life, assimilating into a new culture and language. It all felt so easy, almost supernatural. LIke it was meant to be. She giggled. “Oh, Riley-baby. We’re so lucky!” Finally Emma Jean noticed the increased stench in the room. “Who poopied now? It wasn’t Rachie or Jax depositing another load. Yet.” “It was Lynnie. Junior shouldn’t be too far behind.” Jill said. At that, Junior whined softly before letting out a series of farts. His diaper ballooned out with a mass of poopy lumps. Lynne farted again, her diaper visibly expanding as she added more mess to it. Neither one stopped nursing. Sonja’s words popped Reila’s content little bubble. Big girl thought came rushing back. Still she suckled, the stench of multiple messy diapers not bothering her. Lucky? Yeah, right! Cursed was more like it. With those words, Reila knew her mother was well and truly lost to her. Reila should have cried, broke down sobbing as the last embers of hope, of escape, turned to ash. She was beyond tears at this point. After meeting the grand poobah of the North Pole, the fat bearded bastard himself, she knew her fate was sealed. She was a baby. She was not potty trained; she needed her diapers. She didn’t have teeth; what did a nursing infant need teeth for? She was helpless; she needed her Mommy to survive. That cold truth terrified her more than Azrael looming over her with a pair of pliers, ready to pluck out her teeth. The events of the day had broken Reila down and stripped away her anger and denial. Primal fear was all she had left. Her unrelenting selfishness and anger at the world was a way to protect herself. Push people away and put up a wall so they could not hurt her. But now she needed Mommy. Needed family to care for her every need. She couldn’t take care of herself anymore. Hell, she could barely control her body. Reila looked up at Sonja. Her eyes were full of love. Right now, she was the center of Mommy’s world. It made her believe, even if only for a second, that they could have a happily ever after. The overwhelming desire to return that love, to have that deep mother-baby bond, birthed a stunning revelation in her brain. It was so obvious, so simple, Reila would have felt stupid if she wasn’t so stunned. Relationships were a two way street. To feel and be so close to someone, you had to be vulnerable. Let your walls down and open your heart. Normally she would have gagged at such sentimental garbage. Now, there was no normal in her world. It was destroyed. She was an eighteen year old infant suckling Mommy’s milk. For the first time in a long, long time, a sense of peace and safety filled her heart and soul while she filled her belly with milk from a warm breast. If being a baby was what it took to get this amazing sense of security and love then so be it. She was a big baby. Emotion swelled in her chest. Was this how Nicky felt as Az gazed down at him? She wanted to return that love. This was what she had secretly been yearning for deep down. How to show Mommy she loved her back? Reila’s lips parted in a wide gummy smile, milk dribbling down her chin, cheeks, and Mommy’s bare breast. “Princess.” Sonja cooed softly. “Now this is my favorite side of you. So sweet. I wish you were like this all the time. Azrael is so lucky with Nicky.” She wiped the spilled milk away with a pink burper cloth. “Each baby is special. They have their own personalities. My JJ is a hyperactive menace. Jax is a fuss-button, Lynnie is my girly girl, Junior is my dare devil and Jacky is my sweet, quiet one.” Jill said. She shifted her weight and Junior whined softly in protest as he finished suckling. Emma Jean paid equal attention to both Rachel and Jax. “We’re the lucky ones, Sonja. We got feisty baby girls to raise and turn into upstanding ladies anyone would be proud of. It’s certainly a challenge but the rewards are greater. Az has it easy, so she doesn’t get the chance to refine her parenting skills and grow.” Sonja smiled at that. Azrael snorted. “While you hens cluck and preen, I’m going to change Jacky. He just pooped again.” She stood up. Her long burgundy skirt swished with her movements. The black fur hem ghosted over the floor, her hooves clopping on the polished wood. Nicky and Jacky east lay over a shoulder covered with a burp cloth in case of spit up. She gently patted their back, burping them so they wouldn’t get sour stomachs later. Nicky’s green velvet skirt hid his enormous, soggy diaper but Jacky’s blue skirt flipped up. His monstrous diaper was on display, pink plastic discolored and sagging from the weight of urine and feces. Lumps prodded out from multiple messes, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Jacky and Nicky burped at the same time. They looked at each other over Az’s shoulders and burst into giggles. Jacky’s feet wiggled but Nicky’s hung limp. Both took turns batting at the small bells on her horns. As Az walked past the other mommies and babies, Nickly leaned in and murmured to Jacky, his cheek resting on one of Az’s curling horns. “I called it. I saw it in the magic snowglobe. Just like Grandpa Klaus taught me! I knew there was some good in Reila. No one else saw it. But I did! And look! She’s accepting her fate! She can be redeemed. It wasn’t too late. Only Grandpa and Auntie Emma Jean believed me.” He pointed to Reila, who was too busy nursing to pay the girly boys any attention. Jacky nodded with a glance at Reila. He stuffed a fist in his mouth and slobbered all over it. “I believe you. I just don’t know how you saw it. Jax hates her. I told him how she called you a crippled tard. And you know how he feels about stuff like that.” His blue eyes danced with the promised retribution Jax planned for Reila. “Jacky!” Nicky gasped. “No. We need to let it go. She didn’t really mean it. She’s just all messed up and lashing out so she went after the most obvious insults. She wanted to hurt me so she wouldn’t feel her own hurt. Besides, Az already got her back. She pulled all her teeth out.” Jacky looked sad. “Do you think Reila is sorry? Well?” He prodded when Nicky didn’t answer. They were near the door now. “No.” Nicky said softly. Jacky nodded sharply to emphasize his point. He didn’t want to hurt Nicky any further so he dropped the issue. But the hurt Nicky tried to hide only increased Jacky’s dislike of Reila. Once Jax got started, there was no stopping him. And Jacky would help his brother if he could. No one picked on his best friend and got away with it! Jacky looked up and saw his mommy Jill watching him. “Bye Mommy! Wub yew! Gonna gets a clean diapey and we habbin a tea parties!” He blew her a kiss. Jill blew one back but the skeptical look never left her face. She always knew, could somehow sense, when her babies were up to something.