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Chapter 15: The next day I awoke with a completely drenched and soggy diaper, which had started to become the norm. I didn’t remember wetting it at any point after Mom changed me before bedtime the night before. My nightly control had completely vanished at that point. I groggily stumbled out of bed, heading for the kitchen with nothing in mind but breakfast, not even considering putting a pair of pants on over my diaper. I had concluded at that point, that walking out with my diaper hanging out, when it was just me and Mom at home, was nothing to worry about and also rather comfortable. So I made my way into the kitchen, surprised to be greeted by Mom, just as she removed a huge bowl from the microwave. “Good morning, Honey.” She picked a spoon from the top drawer and proceeded to place the bowl on my designated spot at the kitchen table. “I’ve made breakfast, come sit down.” I gave her a rather perplexed stares, but did as I was told and was greeted by a huge portion of runny oatmeal. “Mom, what is that?” I normally made my own breakfast and I never ate oatmeal, so I was rather confused by her sudden gesture. “Oatmeal, honey. I thought you should try something new. It’s really healthy and full of fiber.” She proceeded to place a huge glass of white milk next the bowl. “Now, eat and drink up, Dear.” I didn’t want to offend her or say no to something she spent time making, but I didn’t particular like oats and rarely drank plain milk, so this while seemed rather strange, but I did as instructed and started to dig in. The oatmeal tasted rather plain and boring, on top of it being a huge bowl, more than I would normally eat for breakfast and the milk was thick and heavy, clearly whole milk. I fought my way through every last drop and spoonful, my jaws almost cramping up in the end of all the chewing. I’m sure my stomach must have expanded to double its size, as I had never felt that full before in my whole life, but I got through it. “Good job, Honey. You’re such a good boy.” She applauded my effort for finishing and removed the glass and bowl, placing everything into the dishwasher. With a bloated stomach and a soggy diaper, I waddled my way into the living room, placing myself on the couch to catch up on that mornings news. I could hear Mom in the kitchen, talking on the phone for a long time, as I leaned back in the couch trying to focus on the news, but kept having my attention interrupted by a rather familiar pressure and rumbling coming from my lower region. This had started to become habit, as I would often have to relieve my bowels after eating breakfast or make my “morning Poopsies or Messies” as Mom had started to refereeing to it. I wouldn’t be changed out of my nighttime diaper, until I had made my morning mess if possible, Mom had made that clear to avoid wasting too many diapers. I knew what was about to transpire as I got up from the couch and squatted down on the floor and started grunting, farting and pushing until a huge sticky load dropped into the seat of my diaper, making it sag below me and within minute a familiar stench started to make its round in the living room. Bright red in the face from the struggle and with my diaper almost touching the floor, I waddled out the living room, searching for Mom and finding her in the bathroom, finishing putting on her makeup and getting ready for the day. “Mom!” I called out as I entered, getting her attention as she stared at me through the bathroom mirror hanging above the sink. “Oh, Oh. Smells like somebody is in need of a change. I’ll be with you in a second, go find your things, Honey.” She continued applying perfume, as I turned and exited waddling towards my room, diaper sagging deep below my hips. Shortly after I was once again lying flat on my back, feet and bum in the air as another fresh diaper was slid under me, after being wiped down and powdered up. “Uh, Mom. Who was that you were speaking to for so long on the phone earlier.” The diaper was pulled up between my legs. “Oh, that was just something about work, Honey. Nothing to worry about, but it may be good news, I’ll tell you about it tonight. I got to make a quick run to the office this afternoon, but I’ll be back shortly.” She finished sliding the plastic pants back in place. “I trust you to be a big boy, while I’m gone.” She smiled and stood back up. “Pants?” She asked leaving the decision to me, which I responded my shaking my head. “Why even bother?” I thought. “Of course. What a silly question.” She chuckled, before putting the changing supplies back in the top drawer of my dresser and heading out the room. She left to run her errands about half an hour later, but not before checking my diaper, finding it only a little moist and concluded that it would have no problem holding up for the next couple of hours. Her discovery of my moist diaper, actually came as a surprise to me, as I had not notice myself wetting or drippling, within those thirty minutes, after having been changed out of that messy nighttime diaper. The fact that I did not know that I wet myself or simply had not noticed or cared, came as a little bit of a shocker. Either I had been distracted at that moment or I had simply gotten so used to my bladder releasing on its own and constantly being in a moist or soggy diaper, that my mind had simply chosen to ignore the whole thing. Either way I made too sure to make a note of it, as I sat down at my desk and wrote several pages of new content for my article, it was really starting to build up in length and volume and I knew I was on to something that had the potential to turn out really good and be groundbreaking in the field of potty-training and understanding how the whole process feels both mentally and physically. Going into this whole thing, it did have some kind of sexual connecting stemming from my ABDL fetish. But at this point it had turned into something completely different. As I felt a small stream of urine escaped into my diaper, I couldn’t remember the last time that I had drawn a connection between my diapers and anything sexual. I actually couldn’t remember the last time I had experience any sexual tension or gotten any relieve at all. That part of the experiment seemed like a distant memory hidden away somewhere in the back of my mind, between a thick layer of baby powder fog. I got a decent amount of writing done over the next couple of hours, once in a while I would feel the familiar tinkle as a spurt of warm urine would escape into my diaper, make it swell more and more between my legs. But my writing came to a screeching halt, as I was struck by a strong cramp coming from my lower region, I knew exactly what that cramp meant, what was about to transpire and what I had to do for it to not get any worse or turn painful. But Mom had stilled not returned home, meaning what I was about to do, would leave me in a not only soaked, but messy, sticky, squishy and saggy nappy for the foreseeable future, until she would return home to take care of business. I tried to ignore the cramps, focusing my attentions to the computer screen in front of me, but it soon became clear, what I needed to do to relieve the pressure slowly building on my bowels. Confined to my fate, I got up from my desk and paced around the bedroom a few time, before finally giving in and squatted down onto the floor and started to push releasing several farts and grunts in the process, together with a huge spurt of urine, until a heavy solid lump finally dropped into the seat of my diaper and within seconds started spreading a foul stench around the whole bedroom, but at least the stomach cramps were gone. I took a few moments to come to terms with my situation, feeling the soaked diaper sag underneath me, with the warm and mushy lump sagging in the back of my diaper. With nothing else to do, I returned to my desk and carefully took a seat on the chair, trying to avoid spreading the mess too much, but to little avail as the second my bum hit the seat, I could feel the warm, gooey mass spread up the back of the diaper and in-between my legs. A quick spurt of urine added to an already terrible mess, mixing with the poop and making it squish around even more. I tried to return to writing, ignoring the whole MESSY situation that I had gotten myself into, with some success, but as time passed and the content of diaper started to cool, it became more and more uncomfortable to sit around in, not to mention the smell that lingered in the air and the terrible mixture inside my diaper sticking to my skin, as I shifted from side to side, moving positions trying to find some comfort, but to little avail. It soon became impossible to ignore, I was getting no writing done and had to give up, leaving my desk as I started pacing around my room and the rest of the house, trying to find some sort of position, that would make the whole situation a little more comfortable. I could start feeling a stingy or almost burning sensation around my diaper area, every step I took made the mess move around and felt like a thousand little needles pocking against my soft, hairless skin. I felt a small tear roll down my cheek, quickly wiping it away with the front of my t-shirt. This wasn’t fun, the whole experience was extremely uncomfortable and I was fighting and begging for just the smallest form of relieve, as I continued waddling aimlessly around the house, finally coming to a halt in the living room. I needed to distract myself, make my mind focus on something else, other than the burning and uncomfortable mess inside my diaper. Without really thinking I plopped myself down on the floor in front of the TV, splattering the mess inside my diaper even more in the process. There had to be something in the Telly, that could take my mind off of this terrible situation. I started quickly switching through the channels, I was already caught up on today’s news, so that did little to take my minds off things. I finally ended up on some kind of kids show, a young lady, with bright pink hair and a colorful sparkly skirt, was in the middle of telling a story about her farm and asking everybody at home to help her count the animals around the fields. 1 sheep…..2 sheep…..3 sheep. The lady had 3 sheep on her farm. 1 pig……2 pigs……3 pigs…..4 pigs……She had five little piglets living around the farm! Incredibly I started to zone completely out of my current reality completely focused on the screen, forgetting everything about the terrible mess that I was sitting in, as I helped count all the different animals around the funny lady’s farm. She had so many different animals of all shape and sizes. She even had a pink horse, that matched her pink hair, which I found ridiculous knowing full well that pink horses did not exist, but this weird lady had one none the less. My thumb had found its way up my mouth at some point and was not securely placed between my slobbering lips, as I happily sucked away, helping the lady on the screen count her animals out loud between sucks, resulting in a bit of drool escaping between my lips and my thumb, dripping onto the front of my t-shirt. The infantile program actually managed to grab and hold my attention for an extended period of time, allowing me to zone out and forget the terrible feeling and burning sensation, that was slowly growing and spreading all around my diaper area. I was suddenly pulled from my safe space, by the sound of the front door opening. The sudden return to reality sent a minor shockwave through my system, as I once again became aware of the burning sensation that was caused by the cold and sticky mess inside my diaper, as felt my bladder release another flood of urine, which proved to be the last straw for the demolished diaper, as I felt it starting to leak and urine flowing into the seat of my plastic pants, with me having little to no control of stopping it. Mom entered the living room, grocery bags in hand and a computer bag hanging over her shoulder, just as tears started to roll down my face. “Mommy!” seemed like the only appropriate response I could come up with at that time, as our eyes met. She spotted me sitting in the middle of the living room in front of the TV, where the childish program was still running at full volume, my diaper complete and utterly destroyed, with urine splashing around the seat of my plastic pants, my thumb firmly planted between my wet and slobbering lips, as a mix of tears and drool slowly started to drop onto the front of my t-shirt soaking it and forming big wet sticky patterns all over it. She dropped everything in her arms and rushed to my aid, kneeling down next to me and embracing me. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry, I got stuck in traffic. It’s okay, I’m going to me make okay. Calm down, Honey.” She started hushing me, while stroking my hair, as I was gasping for air trying to compose myself. Her embrace and calm tone, was just enough for me to gather what little control I had left, allowing her to help me back to my feet and slowly lead me through the house towards the bathroom, doing her best to avoid having my plastic pants leak everywhere, as I waddled alongside her thumb still securely planted between my lips. She spent forever getting me cleaned up and calmed down, stripping me of everything, throwing the remains of my diaper in the pail and my t-shirt together with the plastic pants straight in the washer, before running a hot bubble bath, where she made sure to wash me thoroughly while humming a soft relaxing nursery rhyme, as I sat in the bathtub almost in a state of shock before she dried me off and had me lay down onto my changing mat and started the process of putting me into a fresh new diaper. The feeling of the baby oil and powder being applied to my skin, had never felt that good. The burning sensation finally went away, as the cold air hit my crotch as powder rained down onto me like fresh falling snow. “I’m so sorry I left you alone for that long, Honey. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” She started while slowly pulling the diaper up between my legs. “It must have been horrible, sitting there for so long in a stinky diaper. I promise you, that won’t happen again.” She started doing the tapes, as a small smirk appeared on her face. “In fact, I got some great news to share with you.” She continued, as another tape was fastened to the front of my diaper. “Remember that long talk I had on the phone earlier.” I didn’t respond but simply just stared up at her, which must have been enough as she continued. “Well, that was my boss at the office. I’ve been telling him how we got a bit of a private personal situation going on at home and how I would like to be able to spent more time around you for a while.” Her smile grew even wider, as she fastened the last tape. “Good news. He’s agreed to let me do most of my work from home this summer, meaning I won’t have to go into the office that often, since it’s never that busy during this period.” She now had a huge smile on her face and seemed ecstatic about this new situation, as she slid a fresh clean pair of sun yellow colored plastic pants up my legs. “So I’ll be staying home with for a while. Until we can figure out a more permanent solution, hopefully sometime after the summer ends. And I was also thinking that we could go visit your grandmamma and the rest of the family down south at one point, now that we got so much free time. You know we haven’t seen them since before Christmas last year, so we may as well take the opportunity.” She was refereeing to her Mom, my Grandma and the extended part of our family that lived several hours drive down south and who we only saw on rare occasions for holidays and such. But that was not important at the moment, what mattered right then and there, was the fact that Mom would be spending most of the summer home with me and be able to continue go through the process of un-training myself and getting used to a life in diapers. The thought of spending the summer home and safe with Mom, actually brought a small smile to my face, as she helped me to my feet and gave me a tight hug. “Everything is going to be alright, Baby. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” She whispered gently into my ear. I took the rest of the afternoon and evening to try and collect myself and recover from the terrible events of that day. My mind seemed scrambled and foggy for most of the night, I didn’t do any more writing that day and ended up just browsing around the web, skipping from video to video on Youtube not finding anything that was able to keep my attention for more than a few minutes. Dinner was just about ready as I entered the kitchen late in the evening, Mom was standing with her back turned to me in full swing working at the stove, as I took my seat at the table. “Mom.” I started while pulling out a chair and before planting my soggy diaper butt onto its seat. “About earlier and what you said about your work.” She was still sanding with her back turned to me, working away. “It’s really no trouble if you have to go to work. I’m fine on my own taking care of myself, you don’t have to worry.” My speech was cut off by a terrible ruckus coming from the kitchen counter, as Mom suddenly started running a blender on full power, drowning out the sound of my voice. After a short while, she finally turned it off and proceeded to turn around with two bowls in her hand, placing on in front of me. The bowl looked to contain a yellow, brownish mush. “It’s potato soup, Honey. Now eat up.” She placed a gigantic glass of milk next to my bowl, before taking a seat herself. I’ve always hated potatoes and it being blended up with several different vegies, didn’t exactly appeal to my appetite, but I slowly started digging in, not wanting to upset Mom and after today’s strain I simply did not have the mental energy to starting discussing her choice of dinner. After a few moments she broke the silence. “About my work, Honey. It’s nothing that you need worry, care or think about at all. It’s all taken care of, it’s something for me to worry about and not for you to rattle your little brain with.” She took a few spoonful of the nasty soup into her mouth and swallowed before continuing. “And about today and how you think, that you’re completely fine to be left all on your own. I’m pretty sure the result of today proved the exact opposite. You got yourself into quite a MESSY situation, sorry to say it.” She let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, but if I could just change myself, if you showed me then-“ I was quickly cut off in the middle of my train of thought. “We already talked about this, honey. Remember? I’ll show you how to do it properly when you’re ready and we have time. But that’s not the case right now and therefor you need someone to keep an eye on you. Unless you liked spending several hours in a nasty, stinky, sticky, messy, drenched diaper.” She was close to finishing her soup now, while I had barely made a dent in my portion. “Also, I saw the look of surprise on your face earlier when I checked you. You didn’t even know, that you wet did you?” Her tone was rather firm, something that I was not really used to at the time. “Well, I.” She took one last spoonful of food and swallowed before cutting in. “Be honest with me, don’t lie. Remember I’m doing this to help you, because you wanted to write this article and go through this process. So be honest with me.” She got up and put her bowl and spoon into the dishwasher, as I was still sitting firmly planted in my seat, trying to work my way through the terrible mush in my bowl, which on top of everything also started slowly going cold. I couldn’t argue with her logic, I wasn’t really looking forward to spending that long in a messy any time soon and on the point of me not knowing that I was wet when she checked me earlier. “Did I truly not know, had I simply forgotten that I had wet and the diaper had just done such a good job of soaking everything up or had I just been so distracted at the time it had happened, that the whole thing simply skipped my mind? Or maybe it was simply such a small accident, that you would barely classify it as wetting yourself.” That had to be the reason I concluded in my head, such a small accident is not really an accident and really nothing to worry about. I started to push my chair back and getting ready to leave the table, but was quickly stopped. “Where do you think, you’re going?” Mom looked at me from the other side of the table. “Oh, I.” She kind of caught me off guard, her tone seemed strict but also caring. “You’ve barely eaten anything or not even close to finishing, please eat up, Honey. It took me forever to make.” The sternness of her voice told me that there was no reason to start arguing, as I planted my soggy butt back down in the seat and continued working my way through the potato soup, which at this point had turned cold, mushy and was sticking to the back of my teeth, tongue and throat making it quiet the battle to struggle through, as my jaws started to cramp and almost lock up, while I fought my way through every bite, drinking plenty of milk to wash down every mouthful, which Mom was quick to prove more of, filling up my glass as soon as it was empty making sure I had plenty of fat dairy to wash down the last few spoonful of soup. “Good job, Honey.” She congratulated me on finishing the last bite, before removing the bowl from the table. I was left completely bloated and battered, finishing my dinner had proved to be a mentally challenging task and on top of everything else that I had happened that day, I felt beaten and broken. I went to bed early that night, completely exhausted and in need of a good long night’s sleep, hoping whatever was coming my way, would not be as bad or challenging I what I had been forced to go through during those last 24 hours.

Just wanted to quickly thank everyone for following along so far and to keep up with the long breaks that I have been taking from time to time. I've recently started to get my mojo back a bit more and its also super exciting to read every once feedback and thoughts. I love hearing all your different ideas and thought about what is possibly going to happen to our Diaper Clad Patrick and also what you would like to happen in the future. Its all very inspiring and motivating, so please keep it coming and don't hold back and I'll promise that I'll keep the updates more frequent and try taking your thoughts and suggestions into account.

Chapter 14: Luckily the spring holiday was coming up, this meant Mom would be off from work and home for a period, allowing us to get used to the new situation of me using my diaper for all its intended purposes, which wasn’t exactly an easy transition. Mom was handling it pretty well, slowly getting used to the larger cleanup process that was required every time I had decided to soil myself, which in some cases required a trip into the shower, which after a couple of times turned into a bubbled bath in the bathtub instead, which Mom started taking more part in, making sure to give me a thorough washing off with a sponge and using plenty of the special soap and shampoo that arrived with every diaper order, making sure to wash and rinse my hair, which she had also taken to cutting herself one evening after finishing giving me a bath and deciding it had become too long and unruly, resulting in a “high and tight cut” combed to one side, which seemed to reduce my physical appearance by several years, by rounding out my face. A hair removal cream had also been added to our cleaning and changing routine, around once a week she would apply it to my crotch and diaper area, leaving me completely hairless and bare, making for a much easier cleanup process. For me the act of messing myself, was still a work in progress. Every time was a physical struggle, despite my mind being okay with the act of soiling myself, it still took a tremendous amount of pressure and strain to complete the act. The content being pushed out of my bowels wasn’t exactly soft and it would often take minutes of straining, grunting and pushing to allow it to make its way into the seat of my diaper, expanding it and making room for everything that I was forcing into it. Whenever the urge would hit, I would find myself squatting down as low as I would be able to go, hunched over, pushing and grunting, turning bright red, often my thumb would find its way to my mouth and in-between my lips in the middle of the process, it seemed to sooth me, while the seat of my diaper would slowly start to expand, as the mess would make its way into the diaper, splattering around my bum and up the back of the diaper, before I would finally let out a sigh as the pressure would decreases and I would find relieve, feeling empty and content, often finishing off by releasing a flood of urine into the front of my often already soaked diaper. Just like with peeing, it had been awkward to do around Mom in the beginning, but after a couple of times, the thought of embarrassing myself around her, soon faded to the back of my mind. She would have to clean and change me afterwards no matter what, so her seeing me in the middle of the act, really didn’t make a difference. A couple of times, I would simply squat down in the corner or later in the middle of the room, knowing full well she was watching and grinning at me, as I grunted and pushed a huge load into my awaiting diaper, my thumb firmly planted between my slobbering lips. It was never really a pleasant experience, the consistency of my messes and the pure effort it took to push it out, would have me dreading it every time and leave me exhausted and almost gasping for air after every relieve. At the end of the short holiday period aunty Karen dropped by with cousin Jack. We hadn’t really seen each other in a while, I knew Mom had been talking on the phone with Karen from time to time, but other than that, our communication had been slim. I was surprised to see how much Jack had grown in just such a short period, he was still very much a baby but considerably bigger than the last time I saw him. I hugged Karen ad greeted Jack as they entered the living room, completely aware that my soaking diaper was sagging underneath my grey sweatpants. I soon found myself sitting on the floor with Jack, who was in the process of learning to keep himself sitting upright, while I tried keeping him entertained with some of his toys that Karen had brought with them, as her and my Mom would catch up on the different aspect of their lives, until the subject ended up on me. “So, I couldn’t avoid noticing that someone seems to have gotten very used to wearing wet nappies around the house.” She chuckled gesturing towards me, as I rolled a foam ball across the floor towards Jack, waiting for him to roll it back. “Oh indeed, in fact he spends more time wet, than dry at this point. But it’s just not pee that makes his diaper sag anymore, I can assure you of that.” Karen eyes grew wide. “So you mean to tell me.” Mom was quick to cut her off. “Oh yes, he’s become quite a little messer this one. It’s been going on for a little while now.” Karen did could not take her eyes off of me, as a result of Mom’s announcement. I could feel her stare locked on me, but choose to fade it out, keeping their conversation as background noise, while continuing to entertain my cousin. “I can’t even imagine the cleanup that you must go through.” She took a zip of her tea. “Oh trust me, it’s really something. I thought that I was done changing messy diapers many years ago.” Mom let out a light chuckle, as they stared at us both playing on the floor. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. He seems to be slightly constipated if you can call it that. Ever since he started doing his messies in his diaper, he seems to strain himself an awful lot to finish. I was hoping you may have some brilliant new mom advice or trick up your sleeve.” Karen seemed to think for a while, before responding. “Well, normally if Jack is a little blocked up, I would recommend a bit of castor oil or in worse case a light enema. But with Patty here. Have you tried considering changing up his diet? It may simply be that his eating wrong or his digestive system is simply not digesting the food enough, which could lead to the hard stool and slight constipation. I’ve also talked to a few Moms who say that Milk is also a great natural of getting everything moving, the lactose should lube and smooth everything out they say.” Mom gave her a perplexed look. “So what are you saying?” Karen quickly responded. “If I were you, I would simply try changing the complexion and maybe even consistent of the food his eating, less protein and hard to digest food, more light carbs and fats. And if you do insist on him eating heavy meats and such, which he almost have to, he is a grown kid after all. Then give it a quick pulse in a blender, to make it easier for his system to digest. And then a couple of big glasses of fatty milk and you should be golden.” Mom was nodding along the whole time, taking in every piece of information that my aunt was throwing at her. They soon finished their talk and drinks, meaning it was time for Jack and Karen to get going, as my cousin was in need for a feeding and a nap. Karen made a reminder of giving my diaper butt, which had swollen considerably more doing their visit, a firm slap as we hugged and said our goodbyes. With Jack in one arm, she hugged my Mom goodbye, but took a second to give me a quick stare, before addressing her. “One last thing. I don’t mean to intrude or anything. But I couldn’t help to notice his thumb.” Mom looked back at me. “Oh yeah, he’s started to take a liking to it.” She gave me a caring smile, not wanting to upset me, by addressing my new infantile tendency. “You may want to find a replacement for it. Its rather unhygienic, as you never know where they tend to put that thing and he could also end up causing a rash or in worst case and infection by keeping it moist all the time.” She gave me one last smile, before once again hugging my Mom and exiting out the door. “I think someone is in need of a change.” Mom proclaimed as she turned to face me, closing the front door. As I was laying on the changing mat, my feet and bum in the air having my crotch wiped and powdered, I couldn’t help to think of when the whole diaper process first started and how the original plan was for me to start changing my own diapers, when Mom had the chance to teach and show me how to do it properly. That seemed like forever ago and didn’t appear to be something that I would get a chance to do in any near future, as another diaper was pulled between my legs and fastened securely around my waist.

Thanks. I'll try to keep the updates more frequent, it may result in the chapters being a bit short, but rather that than go almost a month between updates. Also the ground work has mostly been laid for the story now and I'm starting to come into the more fun and interesting aspect of the whole thing, which may contain a bit more "action".

Chapter 13: A subject that I had yet to address and had no really taken into consideration, when starting this whole thing, was something that in the back of my mind, I had hoped to avoid, but knew it would come with the territory of wearing diapers and in the be dependent on them. The topic of messing myself and using my diapers for their full intendent purpose, was something that I would come face to face with and have a baptism of fire situation with not long after. The incidence occurred on sunny afternoon, Mom was right summer was slowly getting close and so was my fall into diaper dependency. Just a few days earlier I had awoken one Saturday morning, to no surprise in a soaked nighttime diaper, but for the first time without ever remembering using it. I had wet myself during the night, with no memory or intension of doing so, I had effectively become a bed wetter. The whole situation had actually kind of scared the crap out of, because it proved how far I had actually fallen in my level of bladder control and I kind of panicked when realizing this, spending several minutes sitting in my bed sobbing quietly, until Mom had come in and embraced me, trying to comfort me telling me how everything was going to be alright and not to worry about it. Which she was completely right about, this was exactly what the whole experiment and point of writing my article was all about. But still seeing yourself loose that much control, is a scary experience, but something that would tend to happen every night from then on out. As much as the bedwetting incident had scared me and sent me into a short lived state of panic, what I was about to experience that sunny afternoon would prove to be on a whole other level. We had been out and about for a rather long time that day. Mom had a lot of shopping to do and after visiting several garden stores, clothing shops, Home Depot and supermarkets the trunks of the car was bursting to its limit and we were ready to make our way through the rush-hour traffic and head home, only problem was, the trunk of the car wasn’t the only thing ready to burst. I had been continually having small accident during the whole trip, making the diaper swell between my legs, but nothing it couldn’t handle and after the first three or four stores, I had kind of started to ignore the thought that someone may spot the outline or hear the crinkle of my plastic underwear underneath my sweatpants. And despite my several accidents, the diaper showed no sign of leaking just yet. But I wasn’t bursting to empty my bladder once more into it, I was bursting for a whole other reason. My stomach had started to rumble halfway through our trip and now several hours late, as I was sitting in the backseat of the car, the pressure had gone from a gentle rumble to a full on cramp seizure. My bowels were begging to be allowed to empty themselves and with every passing minute the pressure was becoming greater. “Mom, any chance you could drive a bit faster.” My cry for help got her attention as she stared into the rearview mirror, getting eye contact. “Honey, you know how traffic is this time of day. Beside it’s not like we’re in a hurry. No reason to get a speeding ticket to home a view minutes faster.” I settled back in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but the pressure in my stomach was building with every passing second. I was feeling bloated, gut was cramping, I simply couldn’t could not get comfortable. “MOM!?!” There was clearly distress in my voice. “Settle down, Honey. We’re there in fifteen minutes or so.” There was no way I was going to make it that long and I knew it. “But I really got to go.” My plead for relief was to no avail. “Just go, honey. I’m sure that diaper won’t leak anytime soon. Besides, if it does the plastic pants will keep it contained.” She clearly didn’t understand what I meant. “No, Mom. I really got to GO.” My intentions finally got through, as I saw her staring back in the mirror, first with a surprised glare, but it soon turned more relaxed. “Oh! Well, I’m sorry honey. But I can’t get us home any faster. If you can’t hold it. Then you just have to go. We’ll take care of it, when we get home.” Was she serious, or did she still not understand the severity of my situation and the result of what she was asking me to do? I spent another couple of minutes, tossing back and forth in the back seat, leaning all over the place trying to find some sort of relieve. But there was no relieve, the only way to find it, would be by relieving myself. Mom had been switching her focus between the road and watching me in the mirror the entire time, watching me struggle to find comfort. “Honey, it’s okay. You can go Poo Poo in your diaper. You’ll have to do it soon or later. We’ll get you cleaned up when we get home.” I completely forgot about the discomfort I was in for a second and just took a second to take in the way that she had just addressed me and the thing I was about to do. The traffic and our car wasn’t moving any faster and we weren’t getting any closer to home. I knew what was going to happen and Mom was right, it was something I would have to do sooner or later. I took a short moment to come to terms with what I was about to do and that my fate had been sealed for the time being, before carefully leaning forward in my seat and started to push. This was the first time trying to mess myself and just like it had been with peeing, my body and mind was fighting, what I was trying to force it to do. Once again more than twenty years of pottytraining had to be thrown on the window. My stomach was growling, my bowels cramping, as my whole body tightened, while I leaned forth even further. My face slowly turning a crimson red, as I continued to push, until the mental and physical wall finally broke and I felt a large, lumpy hard mass start to exit my body and entered the already soaked diaper, which I in the process of pushing had started to wet once again. I grunted and pushed, as the mess slowly entered my diaper fighting to find room and expand the back of the diaper, before starting to move up the back and downwards between my legs. It took a huge effort to push the last little bit out and as I finally felt myself being empty, my face was bright red and a few tears were rolling down my cheeks. I almost collapsed back into my seat, completely drained both mentally and physically, resulting in the mess being squished, spread and splattered out even further inside my diaper, which in my already weakened state resulted in a minor mental breakdown as I started sobbing feeling even more tears rolling down my checks, meanwhile without my knowledge or control my thumb slowly found its way to mouth, as I started sucking trying to comfort myself. The stench of my actions quickly started to spread all around the car, adding even further to my embarrassment, resulting in even more tears appearing in my eyes, as I sobbed louder and sucked even harder, feeling the mess spread all around the seat of my diaper. “Oh, Honey! It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t be upset, we’re almost home and we’ll get you out of that nasty thing. You did so good, Baby.” The words of encouragement and comfort from Mom had little to no effect, as I continued to sob while the aroma of my diaper, filled my nostrils. In reality we only had about a 10-minute drive home. But in my mind those 10 minutes felt like an eternity, sitting in the backseat of the car, squishing around in my soaked and messy diaper, unable to regain any emotional control, my face covered in a mix of tears and snot, as I sobbed away, while sucking my spit covered thumb, which I’m not even sure at that moment, I even realized was planted firmly between my lips. It must have been quite a sight to behold, luckily we soon turned the corner and pulled up into the drive way, where Mom was quick to exit the car and open the back door of the car, unfastening my seat belt and take me by the hand, leading me up the driveway towards the front door, as I waddled beside her, trying to avoid having the sticky diaper squish between my legs. Once inside she helped me untie and remove my shoes, before guiding me to the bathroom. My emotional state led me to follow her every instruction, thumb still firmly planted in between my slobbery lips, as she told me to stay put, leaving me alone in the bathroom, before returning moments later, changing mat under her arm, fresh diaper and changing supplies in hand. She placed everything on the floor, before kneeling down in front of me and slid my sweatpants off, instructing me to step out of them, as she gently guided me back down, until my bum hit the changing pad, resulting in the sticky contends inside my diaper, to splatter even more, which in result allowed a few more tears to escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks and onto my t-shirt, which at this point was soaked by the mix of tears, snot and saliva that had been flowing freely from my face during the last fifteen minutes, as a result of my lack of emotional control. I was completely broken at this moment, the feeling, the stench, the humiliation of what I had done. I wanted out, I wanted to be clean, I wanted a fresh diaper, I wanted Mom to make everything alright again. She guided my arms through the holes of my shirt, before pulling it over my head, leaving me sitting in only my plastic pants and completely soiled diaper, before she gently pushed me backwards, as my back met the plastic cover the changing mat, as she slid the plastic pants down my thighs and off my ankles, leaving only the messy diaper left, which was spreading a foul stench all over the bathroom. The stench only got worse, the second the tapes was pulled off and the sticky, messy diaper peeled off my bare skin. “Oh my goodness.” She exclaimed. “You sure did make a mess of yourself, didn’t you” She started producing several wipes and began the process of scrapping and washing every inch of my crotch area, before instructing me to raises myself off the pad, as she finished wiping off my backside, before curling the soiled, destroyed diaper into a ball and tossing it into the diaper pail. She spent several minutes, going over my whole diaper area once more, using several baby wipes, making sure to clean every inch of me twice, as I laid on the changing mat, naked as the day I was born, my eyes red and swollen from the tears I cried earlier. A new diaper was soon slid underneath me, as a thick layer of baby oil and powder was applied to my bare skin. “There we go. All nice and clean, again.” She pulled the diaper up between my legs taping it in place, before producing a fresh pair of baby blue plastic pants, covered in little terry bears. “And a fresh pair of pants, for my special boy.” She was clearly trying to comfort me, as she slid the plastic pants up over my diaper, before rising to her feet, gently grabbing my hands and helping me get off the mat and onto my own two feet. She stared right into my eyes, which clearly still showed signs of distress and regret, as I tried to control my sniffling, trying to avoid having any more fluids leak out my face. “I think someone could use a little rest. Why don’t you go lay down for a while, while I go empty the car and take care of everything.” It wasn’t so much of a question, as a statement, as she was already leading me by the hand out of the bathroom and towards my own room, before I had a chance to answer. Once inside my bedroom, she led me towards my bed, pulling off the covers and gently guiding me to lay down, before placing the cover back on top of me, making sure to make them nice and snug, as she sat on the edge of the bed, stroking my hair. “Mom……I’m sorry.” I whispered underneath my breath. “For what, honey? There is nothing to be sorry or upset about. You did absolutely nothing wrong, you’ve been such a good boy today. We knew this would have to happen sooner or later and you did so well, making messies in your diapi, that’s what they’re there for after all.” She smiled gently, continuing to run her hands through my hair. “In the future, honey. You just make all your poo poo’s in your diaper and I’ll take care of it.” Her stare was locked on me. “But, but, Mom.” I had trouble mustering a full sentence, before she cut in. “Its okay, honey. There is nothing to worry about, everything will be perfectly fine.” She got off the bedside and went to close the curtains, shutting out the sun and light from the room. “You just take a short nap and get some rest. I’ll empty the car and be out in the garden doing some work, if you need anything.” She walked out the room, shutting the door behind her, leaving me alone in my bed. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, but I felt so emotionally drained, that I had trouble putting them all together. The event of the last hours had completely scrambled my mind and I desperately needed to rest and recover, as my eyes slowly closed and my thumbs once again found its way between my lips, soothing me and allowing me to drift off into a deep peaceful sleep.

Apologize for the lack of updates. I ran into a serious case of writers block, combined with a lack of motivation due to a very stressful job situation and overall life period. I'm hoping I can get back to writing and find the motivation to keep the updates more frequent. Hope you enjoy this next short installation and please keep the comments and feedback coming, it does give me a little extra push to know that people are actually reading and some even waiting for new chapters Chapter 12: Our eyes met, as I turned the corner walking up the driveway and she got out and slammed the car door shut. “Oh hey, Honey. Right on time.” Her stare quickly scanned me up and down. “Oh my, that’s a sagging wet diaper, if I ever saw one.” She may as well just have announced my secret underwear to the entire neighborhood. Luckily nobody was around to hear her statement, but it did worry me. “If she was able to tell I was wearing a wet diaper, in mere seconds. Then I may not have done such a good job of hiding it, on my trips as I thought I did. And did anyone actually notice?” We headed inside together and quickly through our clothes to the side and headed straight for my bedroom to go through our routine of quickly getting me into a fresh diaper, before Mom had to rush back to work. “Mom, was it really that obvious that I was wearing a diaper before.” I asked as I was laying on my bed, legs spread apart, bum in the air, having a new diaper placed underneath me. “Well, maybe it’s just because I know what to look for. But it was sagging a bit between your legs.” She responded, while fastening the tapes of the diaper, before pulling the plastic pants back into place. As she was getting ready to leave for work once again, she must have spotted a concerned or worried expression on my face, because she made a quick pause to go give me a hug. “Don’t worry about the sagging diaper, honey. I’m sure nobody noticed. And I promise we’ll find a solution, to make it a bit easier for you to go outside, without it being too obvious.” Her words kind of made me feel better and brought a small smile to my face, before we sat our goodbyes and she left to finished her day at work and I went and threw myself on the couch, deciding that my adventure to the park, was enough action for the time being. During the next period of time, I would venture out of the house from time to time. One sunny day I went park to the park for another stroll around, another I made a quick run to the store on behalf of Mom. Though I was constantly aware of my diaper and the chance of somebody spotting it or me revealing myself, I slowly became more and more comfortable being around the public, but the constant fear was there, making the whole process of leaving the house, very tiresome. My bladder capacity would continue to decrease during this time. Slowly it became normal to wake up in the middle of the night, needing to go to the bathroom, before simply letting go, wetting and soaking myself, before quickly falling back to sleep. This process soon became second nature and nights with uninterrupted sleep, became less and less frequent. During the day time, I would start to note almost a constant pressure on my bladder, the feeling of needing to go, would be with me at almost any time. The best way to describe it would be like describing the feeling you would feel, if you had drunk several glasses of water and had been holding your pee for the longest time, knowing that the slightest slip of tension or distraction would result in the barrier breaking and you making a real mess of yourself. I started to notice that I would slip up from time to time. In case of a sneeze, hiccup, a violent laughter or anything of that nature. I would actually lose control at those moments and genuinely wet myself, without forcing myself or meaning to do it. One evening I waddled into the living room, the sagging diaper clearly visibly underneath my sweatpants. Mom was in the middle of watching television and my call of “Mom” seemed to annoy her slightly as it forced her attention away from the screen, but despite my disturbance she turned with a caring look. “Yeah honey, what is it.” You could tell by her tone, that she tried not to seem to annoyed by my interruption. “I’m really wet, could you maybe have time to give me a chance.” The request had been rather normal to me, something that I simply asked without realizing how ridiculous it must have sounded coming out of the mouth of a kid in his twenties. “Oh sweetie, I’m right in the middle of something, can’t you wait half an hour?” I bowed my head almost in shame, sorry that I had to interrupt her, to take care of my infantile problem, but know fully that another wetting, would certainly result in a huge leak and terrible mess. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m not sure I can, its really wet.” She sighed, but also gave me a quick smirk. “Okay then, go grab your stuff and on the way back, please go into the hallway closet and grab the changing mat.” I stared at her with a confused look. “On my way back? The changing mat?” She leaned back in the couch. “Just do it honey, you’ll see what I’m talking about.” I simply couldn’t figure out what she was planning, why should I bring all my supplies into the living room and what changing mat was she talking about? The questions kept spinning in my head, as I waddled back to my room, producing a fresh diaper from the drawer, making sure to bring powder, wipes, oil and even a fresh pair of plastic pants with me, before heading back towards the living room, but coming to a screeching halt, as I passed by the hallway closet. As I opened the door, to the dimply lit closet, the whole confusion about “the changing mat” quickly disappeared as I was greeted by a huge foam mat, which appeared to be covered in a white plastic shell brightly decorated with infantile building blocks, teddy bears, bottles and pacifiers. Making it look almost identical to some of my decorative plastic pants and even almost resembling some of the motives on my diaper. A cascade of question entered my mind, but I had no time to even think them through, as I heard a call from the living room, asking if “everything was alright.” “Yeah, Mom. I’m coming now.” I responded before grabbing a firm hold of the big foam mat and continued to carry everything back to the living room, where Mom had already gotten up from the couch, expecting my return. “Oh good, you found it. Just put it down on the floor, if we’re quick, we can get it done during commercials.” She grabbed the changing supplies from my arms, before I had a chance to respond, as she placed the mat on the floor in the center of the room, in front of the TV. “Mom, where did you get.” I didn’t get a chance to finish my question, before she cut me off. “The changing mat? Oh, it came with your last diaper delivery. Isn’t it just cute? And so practical, now we don’t have to go back to your room every time you need a chance and your bed doesn’t have to play the role of changing station anymore, meaning we may start considering getting you a new mattress or maybe a whole new bed, one that doesn’t reek of urine.” She gently padded the mat. “Now, lay down for me, sweet.” My eyes blew wide open. “You’re going to chance me here!?” She gently grabbed my hand, guiding me down to my knees next to her on the floor. “Of course, Silly. As I said its much more convenient for the both of us and it doesn’t really matter where I change you. A diaper change is a diaper change. Now lay down please.” She gently pushed be back onto the mat, which crinkled underneath me, the same way the rubber sheets on my bed crinkled, as I sank into the foam of the mat, while Mom had already started the process of pulling down my pants, exposing the rubber pants and drenched diaper underneath. “You sure did make a mess out of this one.” She proclaimed, while continuing the process of slipping of my plastic pants and un-taping the diaper. “Anymore and it would have fallen right off, it sure is heavy.” I wasn’t sure if she expected a response and I’m not sure if I would have been able to come up with one, I one still speechless by the new changing mat that was laying underneath me and by the fact that I was having my diaper changed on the floor in the middle of the living room. “We also got to start thinking about fixing you a new wardrobe honey. Summer is slowly coming, you won’t be able to wear sweatpants forever and I’m not sure any of your old shorts will fit over your diaper. I could look into ordering you some new, that is unless you would like to waddle around in just your diaper all summer long.” She chuckled while sprinkling power all over my crotch, before pulling the diaper up between my thighs and fastening the tapes. “There we go, all nice and dry.” She finished off by pulling the plastic pants back in place and wrapping up the used diaper. “All done!” she proclaimed raising to her feet, shifting her attention back to the TV screen. “And just in time. Would you mind cleaning up and throw the old diaper in the pail, honey.” I slowly got up from the changing mat, hearing it crinkle as I did, together with the crinkle coming from my diaper and plastic pants. “Yeah, sure thing, Mom.” I gathered everything in my arms and got ready to leave, only to be stopped in my tracks. “Looks like, we won’t be needing to spent money on a new wardrobe after all.” I heard her chuckle, wondering what she meant, until it occurred on me. I had not put my pants back on after being changed, instead waddling out the living room, in just my diaper and plastic pants, my arms filled with changing supply’s and a used diaper. “Oh, I.” I stammered. “I’m only joking honey. If it’s more comfortable, you don’t have to wear anything over. But I’ll figure out something, so you’ll have something to wear when going out and about this summer.” She turned back to the TV ending the conversation and leaving me to take everything back to my room, dropping the used diaper in the pail on the way, before putting the power, whips and baby oil back in the drawer and leaving my new changing mat next to the dresser. I turned to face myself in the mirror, still only wearing a t-shirt, plastic pants and my diaper underneath. I chuckled to myself at the reflection staring back to me, as I felt a light dripple escape into my padded underwear. No doubt the changing mat would be seeing a lot of action in the future.

Chapter 11: The next day would prove to be different. I was awoken early, not by the sun shining in through my window, it had barely risen when I came out of my slumber. No what awoke me, was the fact that my sheet had been removed my body, the cold air sent a shiver up my spine as I groggily opened my eyes to be greeted by my Mom, in the middle of laying everything out that she would need for a quick diaper change. As my mind cleared, I could tell that my plastic pants had been pulled down to my ankles as she had clearly done a diaper check, before I awoke. Of course since I had used the diaper before going to sleep last night, she had found it rather wet. “Oh, good morning honey.” She spotted my now woken state, as I tried to dry the sleep from my eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to give a quick change, before I leave for work, that should last you until I get home later today.” She explained her reasoning for waking me this early in the morning, as she proceeded to rip the tapes open on the old diaper, quickly using a couple of wet wipes to wipe me down, before pulling the old diaper out from under me and putting a new one in its place, making sure to apply plenty of powder and even rubbing some oil around my crotch, before tightly taping a new diaper in place and sliding my plastic pants back up my legs. She really expected me to wear the same diaper, until she got home from work later that day? It would appear so, because before I knew it she had left my room, taking the used diaper with her and within minutes I heard the front door slam and she was gone. With nothing else to do and still dead tired, I tried to collect myself and simply laid back down and managed to fall asleep once more, waking up several hours later, with the sun shining through the window right into my face and with a desperate urge to pee. I swung my legs out over the side of my bed, taking a second to compose myself and somehow maintain my waken state, before without much hesitation or struggle let loose a river of warm urine into the awaiting padding of my dry diaper, which managed to soak up every single drop, swelling around my crotch and turning nice and warm in the process. A few seconds after the last drop had left my body it dawned on me. “I would have to stay in this diaper, until Mom got home from work several hours later!” Coming to term with my situation, I threw on some sweats and went to grab something to eat. A cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal later I placed myself on the couch and turned on the television, flipping through the different channels, while gobbling down on my breakfast. As usual the coffee quickly took effect, caffeine has always worked as a diuretic on me and it didn’t take long after I finished consuming my meal, before I let another gush of pee escape into the diaper. Sitting there in an already rather soaked diaper, that I knew I had to stay in for the next several hours, I couldn’t help but think back to my teenage years and even years before that. I’m not exactly sure, when my fascination with diapers and everything else revolving around being an ABDL really started. But I do remember as a young child, packing towels inside my underwear to simulate the feeling of wearing a diaper, dreaming and fantasying about one day getting to wear diapers again. As I got older the feelings only continued to grow, I promised myself that the day I got my own place, the first thing I would do would be ordering a ton of diapers and lock myself away for a month. But since I went straight from high school to college which was placed close to my childhood home, I never got my own place and kept living with my Mom for all those years. My experience with diapers had been short, something I’d only had the chance and courage to do, if she had been out of town for a couple of days. The fact that I was now sitting in the living room, having just finished my breakfast and already wet my diaper twice since getting out of bed, a diaper that my Mom PUT me in. This whole situation just seemed unbelievable and was something that I would have killed to experience when I was younger. The day past rather uneventful, the hours slowly passed as I spent time browsing the web, writing a bit on my article and doing some light cleaning around the house. It was the first time I had spent that long in the same diaper and throughout the day, I managed to used it to its max capacity, when Mom finally arrived home from work in the afternoon, I was itching to get changed into a new dry diaper. I lost count how many times I used the diaper that day, in the past couple of weeks I had begun having more frequent but smaller wettings throughout the day, but I did not that the diaper was at its breaking point, when Mom finally did open the front door and entered the house. I greeted her almost like a toddler waiting for his Mommy to get home, as I waddled through the house and met her in the kitchen, where she was in the middle of putting away her purse. Even with my sweats on, the swollen and soggy diaper was unmistakable and she noticed right away as she laid her eyes upon me. “Looks like somebody is just BURSTING for a fresh diaper, right honey?” I didn’t have to answer her question, my waddle and diaper outline answered the question all on its own. “Go grab your things, I’ll be in shortly.” She instructed, as I turned around and followed orders waddling my way back to my room and started finding everything needed for a change into a fresh, dry diaper. “You sure soaked this one, right to its breaking point.” Mom made a note of the state of my diaper, as she pulled it from under me and started the job of cleaning me up. “Yeah, well. Guess that’s what happen, when I have to stay in the same diaper for that long. I think it would be a lot easier, for me to just to change myself when needed during the day.” There I was pleading my case of being allowed to change my own diaper, as my legs were raised in the air and a fresh diaper was slid under my bum. Not really in a position to argue. “We’ve talked about this, honey. Until we’re sure you’re able to keep proper track of when you need a change and how to probably put on your diaper, making sure it doesn’t leak. It’s simply better that I’m in charge of the changing for the moment.” She folded the front of the diaper up between my legs and fastened the first piece of tape. “But continuing like we’ve done today, is certainly not going to work in the long run. Not only will you end up leaking all over the place at one point, you’re also in danger of getting a serious diaper rash, when staying in the same one for too long. So I’ll tell you what.” She applied the second piece of tape and started pulling my plastic pants into place. “From now on or at least until we can find another solution, I’ll use my lunch break at work, to make the quick trip home and give you a quick change in the middle of the day. I should have plenty of time for that, as long as it traffic is not too bad.” She made a quick adjustment to the plastic pants, making sure the whole diaper was covered before helping me to my feet. “It’ll be a bit of extra work, but I’m sure we can figure it out.” She ended with a gentle smile. “Or I could just change MYSELF. You really don’t have to drive back and forth for that, Mom.” I gave it one last ditch effort. “Pish, posh. It’s no trouble really. Anything for my little boy.” She turned and gathered the used diaper, before leaving the room. And that’s how we got into our new routine. On week days, Mom would wake me up every morning and change me out of my nighttime diaper, which I would often had wet before falling asleep the night before and sometime awoken during the night to use it again. Then she would leave for work, leaving me alone to spend the day, before making a quick homerun around none during her lunch break to give me a quick change into a fresh diaper, replacing the one I’d been wearing since she left in the morning, which would often be rather soaked. The new diaper would then last me until she once again arrived home from work later in the day. We quickly fell into this routine and as the days and even weeks past, the thought of my Mom changing my diaper got less and less embarrassing, once again returning to the idea of, if you do something enough at one point it’s going to lose its mystic, its aura, what made it special and simply become part of your day and just that, a routine. Something I noticed during this period of time was that my bladder capacity seemed to have slowly shrunken in capacity, if that is even a thing. During the day I would experience multiple wetting, sometime feeling the need to 3 or even 4 time in the span of only an hour. These wetting were often smaller, some of them simply a light dripple, but the volume added up, resulting in an almost constantly wet diaper. It never took long after Mom changed me into a fresh one, before I would have a smaller “accident” leaving me wet all over again. Waking up in the middle of the night, with the need to use the restroom, also started to become a nightly occurrence. Often Mom would change me into a fresh diaper a couple of hours before I would head to bed, meaning my diaper would already be damp when my head hit the pillow. But despite having emptied my bladder before hitting the sack, I would often wake up in the middle of the night, hours before the first rays of sunlight would be expected to shine through my window, by a slight pressure on my lower region, a pressure that I had become very familiar and after some night of experiencing this, it simply became a habit for me of only coming to the edge of waking up, before simply letting go and releasing whatever was left inside my bladder, into the awaiting padding of my diaper, before dozing off to sleep again. The combination of all of this proved to me that I was making progress and actually faster than I had initially expected, but it seemed that knowing that the new diapers and plastic pants made it damn near impossible for me to have any leak accidents, made me relax more in the deeper parts of my brain and allowed my body to take more control and almost run on auto mode, whenever the urge to urinate hit me. The downside of the new diapers and accompanying plastic pants, was the sheer volume, size and sound they tended to generate, whenever I would move around. They were rather hard to hide, even with a loose fitting pair of sweatpants, you were still able to spot a slight diaper outline, which would only get more noticeable, as the diaper would swell more and more with every use and overall there were no way of hiding the sound of the plastic crinkling. As a result of this, I had mostly stayed inside since we had taken the new diapers into use, only venturing outside on a few occasion to either go to the drive through or just take a quick trip to the gas station, both place where I could either avoid leaving the car or simply make get in and out quickly, before anyone would have a chance to notice my “special” underwear. Of course that wasn’t a long term solution, after all I was planning on spending almost 2 years in diapers and locking myself away in the house for simply not an option, I knew that and knew at some point I would have to get over my fear of moving around in public, with the constant chance of someone noticing what I was wearing. One day I simply had enough of hiding, the easiest way of ripping off a bandaid is in one swift motion. So on a mild spring day, after being alone in the house for a couple of hours, trying to build up the courage, I finally decided to tear of my imaginary bandaid. I put on the loosest sweatpants I could find, a rather long loose fitting t-shirt and a longer jacket on top of it and set out on a small adventure. The plan was to take the bus a few stops down town, walk a quick round of the town park and then return back home, the whole thing should not take more than one or two hours at the most. The bus stop was only a few minutes’ walk from the house, but it seemed like the longest walk of my life. To me my diaper was painfully obvious and I was aware of every time I took a misstep and the plastic pants made the slightest crinkle, but as I past a couple of teens on the sidewalk, they didn’t seem to notice at all, putting me slightly more at ease. There we only a few people waiting as I arrived at the bus stop. I made sure to keep a certain distance and not move too much, avoiding any unwanted crinkle as the bus pulled up a few short minutes later. Getting onboard proved to be a challenge, I made the mistake of being the last one to jump on and after having paid, I now had to make my way down through the bus, passing several people on the way, while searching for a seat. Luckily I found two vacant seats next to each, which I made my comfort zone. Nobody had seemed to notice the slight bulk of my pants or the sound coming from my crotch area. Maybe I was good a hiding it, maybe the sound of the bus engine had drowned out the noise or maybe it was simply not something people were looking for and simply did not care about. The ride to the city park only took about 15 minute, due to the traffic being light, with only a few stops along the way, when the bus pulled over, I jumped up from my seat and quickly exited, creating some room between me and anyone nearby. Despite nobody noticing me on the bus, my heart was still racing a million miles an hour, as I started my slow and careful walk into main park area, which luckily proved to be rather empty, due to most people being at work during that point of the day. Following the path around the park, I passed by what appeared to be a kindergarten class out on tour, luckily they were so distracted by each other and everything around them, that they paid little to no attention to me. I also managed to pass an elderly couple with no reaction from them at all, until I arrived at a vacant bench, where I decided to take a break and relax for a few minutes. It was a rather beautiful spring day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, not a cloud in the sky. So far my adventure was going rather well, nobody had paid me any particular attention and even as a young mother with a baby in a stroller approached and sat down at the far end of the bench, I felt rather relaxed. So relaxed in fact, that within seconds I felt a familiar warmth spreading around my crotch, as the floodgate opened and I soaked my diaper right then and there. As I was sitting there in my freshly soaked diaper, the young woman had started feeding the small child from a jar of newly opened baby food, which was quiet a show to say the least, with food going everywhere but the child’s mouth. The scene caught my attention for several minutes, as I felt a certain sense of jealously, but also connection to the baby in the stroller. “Maybe it was also sitting in a wet diaper, waiting for its mother to change it?” Which reminded me, that I had to get going, unless I wanted to miss Mom’s pit stop at home and my change of a fresh diaper. As I stood up, I could feel the diaper sagging between my legs, the bulk had obviously gotten bigger and the sagging also resulted in a slight waddle. Luckily I didn’t bump into anyone on my way through and out of the park and I also got to the bus stop, just as the bus arrived, which luckily also proved to be rather empty. Despite being out in public in a wet and sagging diaper, I felt rather relaxed and content about my whole situation and I also let out a few more drops into the diaper on the bus ride home, where I arrived just as Mom pulled into the driveway.

I'm sorry about the lack of updates, once again this Covid 19 chaos is effecting my everyday life a great deal and it hard finding time for everything. But I truly love reading you guys feedback and guesses on where the story may go. Please continue posting your ideas, some of them may actually make it into the story Chapter 10: I spent most of the night tossing and turning, waking up several times during the night. The crinkle of the plastic sheets, plastic pants and the plastic on the diaper, made a terrible ruckus with my every move. Combine that with the feeling of having a large pillow or cloud between your legs, which also started turning cold and soggy the further the night progress, despite me even letting loose another flood of warm urine at one point during one of my many awoken disturbances, a flood which the diaper appeared to handle and contain perfectly, despite it swelling to almost double size. At some pint during the long night, I must finally have found a comfortable sleeping position and drifted on into a deep slumber, because the next thing I knew, the sun was shining through my bedroom window and morning had arrived. I rolled out of bed and placed my feet on the cold hardwood floor, before standing up but almost falling back over, as the sheer size of the diaper between my legs, almost caused me to lose my balance. I remembered wetting it at one point during the night and gently slid my hand down past the elastic waistband of my plastic pants and placed a palm on the front of the diaper, trying to inspect the damage. I was swollen, rather cold and a little soggy, but the outside was dry as a dessert. In other words, no leaks. The new diaper had done its job and contained everything that I had thrown at it since last night. I threw on some sweat pants and with a rather heavy waddle, made my way out the room and towards the kitchen. I was the middle of pouring myself a cop of coffee and plating some breakfast, when I heard my Mom step up behind me. She must have been sitting in the living room, but the next thing I knew she was right behind me with both her hands gently placed on my shoulder and spinning me around to face her. “How’s my boy doing this morning, you sleep well honey?” Before I had a time to think over an answer, she already had my sweatpants partially pulled own exposing my plastic pants underneath, which within seconds was also partially around my knees leaving my soggy diaper fully exposed. “Oh, you must have had a good night sleep, this diaper certainly wasn’t this soggy when you went to bed.” She chuckled while padding the front of my plastic underwear. “But its holding up nice, no leaky spots from what I can see.” She pulled my plastic pants back up over the diaper. “Its full, but should be able to take a little more. We’ll get you changed after breakfast, that way if you have to do your morning Pee Pee’s then you can do it in that one, instead of wasting a fresh new diaper.” As that sentence left her lips, she already had my sweatpants pulled back in place and was halfway out the kitchen. “Change me after breakfast? Morning PEE PEE’S!?” Had she gone completely mad? I kind of expected Mom to demand on changing me again this morning, that was a battle I knew was coming and that I was ready to take, to gain back my independence. But the way she just exposed me completely, checking my diaper without asking and the way she was addressing me. That was a new level of humiliation and something I was certainly prepared for. I finished plating my breakfast and sat down at the kitchen table, while slowly digging my way through and taking small zips of my coffee. Shockingly enough my Mom’s prediction turned out to be right, as it didn’t take long for the coffee to do its trick making my bladder ache and forcing me to let loose another stream of urine into the already maxed out diaper, which I was sure were bound to leak, but to my shock and awe, did exactly was it was designed to due and soaked up every little drop of urine, disbursing it around not only my groin area, but also the back and sides of the diaper. I finished my breakfast, in a warm and snuggly wet diaper, a situation that I had to take a few minutes to just sit and take in, before leaving my cup and plate in the sink to head into the living room to announce that I was finished and that I “WOULD LIKE TO HAVE MY DIAPER CHANGED!?” Another challenge that I had not predicted and that I was dreading to face. Since Mom insisted on doing the “changing”, at least for the moment. I had to muster up the courage and swallow my pride to actually make her aware that I needed one, unless I would have to face an even bigger embarrassment and wait for her to do another diaper check and discover on her own and there was no way I was ready to let that happen. I waddled my way into the living room, finding her sitting on the couch, in the middle of watching the morning news, as I approached the couch, positioning myself next to it, trying to get her attention, without making it too obvious. “Oh, there you are honey. You all finished?” She was half paying attention to me and half paying attention to the TV. “Ye,yeah Mom, I’m all done. Could you maybe. Like, I’m kinda ready. Could you please?” I tried mustering up the courage to ask the dreaded question, but she cut me off before I had the time. “You already to get changed? Lovely, I think it would be best if you went and took a shower first, that way you can also take care of what you need to take care of, before we put you in a new fresh diaper. Since I haven’t seen you do “THAT” in one of them before. Are you doing that yet? She was clearly referring the too act of messing myself, which I was yet to do. Up until that point, I had simply made sure to use the toilet for going number 2, in-between changes, to avoid having to do it in my diaper. I knew the challenge and nightmare of messing my diaper was something I had to face at some point, but it wasn’t something that I was ready for just yet. “No, Mom. I’m not doing that just yet.” I turned around. “I’m going to jump in the shower, then.” I started making my way out the room. “I’ll be right up, when you’re done, honey.” She sent me on my way, before returning to watching the news. The fact that she did not insist of helping me shower or anything like that, actually made me let out a sigh of relief, as I entered the bathroom and started to strip, sliding off my sweatpants, followed by the plastic pants and finally by ripping the tapes off the diaper, which resulted in it dropping to the floor with a huge soggy THUD. I curled it into a ball and threw it in the diaper pail, before reliving myself on the toilet, feeling blessed that I was yet to do that into a diaper, but also dreading the day that I had to face that obstacle, but also feeling rather excited by the thought. After a quick shower, where I made sure to scrub my diaper area and crotch thoroughly, I dried myself off and headed across the hallway to my bedroom, where to my surprise Mom was already standing by, diaper and plastic pants in hand. “I thought we should try the blue once today; they are just so darn cute. Come on, lay down for me.” She was referring to the pair of baby blue infantile decorated plastic pants, that she was holding in her hand, as she instructed me to lay down on my bed, just like the night before. Compared to the night before, this diapering seemed to just fly by, as Mom did a quick and swift job, of scooting the diaper under my butt and sprinkling powder all over my crotch area, before pulling the thick diaper up between my legs and with no trouble at all snugly secured it in place with a piece of tape on each side. Before I knew it I was all snug and tightly secured into a new fresh diaper. I allowed my eyes to wonder down my body, gazing down upon the little teddy bears that was smiling back at me from my infantile underwear, before I was instructed to stand up and step into the body blue plastic pants, that Mom was holding open for me, before she gently slid them up my legs and on top of the diaper, making sure to cover every square inch, before giving my crotch a gentle pat. “There you go honey, all nice and secure. No nasty accidents around here.” She smiled at me and with nothing else to do, I gently smiled back to her, once again feeling rather defeated and humiliated, but happy that the whole ordeal had gone by so quickly this time. Mom excited the room, allowing me to put on some sweats and a t-shirt for the day, before throwing myself in front of my computer, partially to do some writing for my article and partially to just brows some forums and pass the time. Once again I have to note, how easy it is to get used to something new. I didn’t take long for me to start ignoring the fact, that I was basically sitting on what felt like a pillow, while browsing and doing my writing and the safety and security of knowing that these new diapers, combined the with the plastic pants on top, allowed for absolutely no leakage, made it easy for me to simply let loose and flood the absorbent padding as soon as the feeling hit me, which it did twice in the time that I was focused on the action going on, on my computer screen. Around none I allowed myself a break, I had gotten a lot of writing done and even had some time to find some new hypnotic files online, that I wanted to give a listen while sleeping. On top of that I had read through some earlier article published for “Mommy Mag” just to get a feeling of how the flow and writing style were supposed to be. I deserved a treat and I got up to go fetch something from the fridge, noting how heavy and swollen the diaper once again felt hanging around my waist, but at the same time it felt warm and pleasant and more importantly my chair was dry with no leakage in sight. “Hi Honey, how’s the writing going?” I was greeted by my Mom upon entering the kitchen. “Oh its fine, got a lot done today.” I headed straight for the fridge and found myself a tasty treat in the form of a chocolate bar. As I turned around to head back to my room, I damn near bumped into her and before I knew it, she had her hand in my sweats with a palm firmly placed on the front of my diaper. “Only a little wet.” She announced, before removing her hand. “Mom, I’m fine with keeping track of my wetness on my own, you don’t have to check me all the time.” There was a slight irritation in my voice, which she seemed to pick up on. “I know honey, I just wanted to be sure. But I’ll let you keep track on it from now on. Just PROMISE to tell me, when you need a changing, can’t have my boy running around with a diaper rash can’t I?” A light chuckle escaped her lips, as she passed me and headed for the living room. I headed back to my room, chocolate bar in hand and feeling rather proud of myself, having been allowed to keep track of the wetness of my diaper, all by myself……Not even considering that may not be something, you should be proud of in your early 20’s. The day past and as it did, my diaper continued to swell and in the end, I had to ask Mom for another change and used the opportunity to relieve myself on the toilet, before I was once again put into a fresh a new diaper, this time she seemed to do an even quicker job than before. Seemed like it didn’t take her long to remember how to change her son into a fresh white diaper. That diaper turned out to be the one that I was wearing when I went to sleep that night, after another evening on the couch and after having decided that it could last me through the night. I slept soundly that night, my new hypnotic files playing in my headphone, my diaper, plastic pants and sheets crinkling with my every move.

Chapter 9: Sitting there on the edge of my bed, my senses was on high alert as adrenaline was rushing through my veins. Every inhale and exhale, every beat of my heart and the footstep of my Mom, which got closer and closer, I could hear all of it as I sat there, waiting for her to come and change my diaper, which I knew I had wet a couple of times earlier in the day. As her footsteps got closer, time seemed to slow down as I sat there, waiting and waiting, until finally the door to my bedroom was slowly pushed open, as Mom poked her head through the opening, a relaxed, caring and forgiving smile on her face, which also reflected in her eyes and the tone of her voice. “You all ready, honey?” She stepped inside, slowly approaching me. “Mom, really, I’m okay with changing myself. As I said, the new diapers shoulder be easier, with them only having to tapes and all.” The same argument as I had tried in the kitchen earlier, clearly still didn’t have any validation, as she continued to get closer. She seemed to completely ignore my wasted attempt of talking my way out of what was about to happen, as she went to my dresser and opened the designated top diaper drawer and started pulling out everything she would need for the awaiting process. Producing a bottle of power, wipes and a fresh new color full diaper, she stopped for a second before addressing me. “Which plastic pants would you prefer?” The idea of having to pick out a pair of plastic pants to go over my diaper, seemed so distant for me, that I seemed to have trouble formulate an answer, before Mom answered her own question. “I’ll think we’ll go with the see-through once for now, that way we can also see if the wetness indicator actually works.” She produced a pair of transparent plastic pants from the drawer, gathered everything and then made the finale few steps towards me, placing everything onto the bed next to me. She made it sound like, I wasn’t perfectly capable of keeping track of the wetness of my own diaper and the indicator being an absolute must to avoid any accidental leakages. But there was no time to dwell further into that statement, as a mix of my ABDL dreams and my worst nightmare was about to take place. “Pants off, please.” Her command went for deaf ears, I’m pretty sure I heard her completely fine, but the whole situation had sent my central nervous system and brain into a state of shock, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to react, I was simply to slow to follow through, before Mom lost patient with me. “Okay then, lay back down, honey.” She placed her palm on my chest and gently guided me backwards, until my head and back hit the mattress, which resulted in the plastic sheet crinkling underneath my weight. “Now, let’s see here.” She proceeds to unbutton my pants and wiggle them downwards off my hips and off the swollen, wet diaper, leaving them hanging around my ankles. “We may have a problem with the new diapers, Honey. Your pants are already awfully tight around the old once, I’m not sure they are going to fit over the new once.” She placed a light palm on the front of my moist diaper, sending chills down my spine. “Or maybe it’s just because you wet this one, so much. Wow, you really did a job on it. Good thing we were going to change you anyway or this may have resulted in another unfortunate leak.” She slowly moved her hand across the diaper and proceed to grab and rip the tape on the right side, before quickly switching to the left side and in one swift moment ripped that one to. The old air hit me instantly as the diaper was lifted from on top of my crotch and opened up, revealing my “manhood” and leaving me exposed right there in front of my Mom, naked as the day I was born. “Yeah, it’s completely soaked through, this could not have handle another single drop. Bum up.” It was hard figuring out, if the small talk was directed at me or if she was just thinking out loud, but her instruction resulted in an imitate reaction, as I lifted my hips, allowing her to slide the used diaper out from under me. As she was busy folding up the used diaper, the situation finally hit me, as my hands shot down to my crotch, trying to cover up the best I could, desperately trying to avoid the embarrassment of lying there naked in front of my Mom. She lets the used diaper drop to the floor and pulled out a few wipes and started the process of washing me off, completely ignoring the fact, that I was trying to cover up, simply pushing my hands away. “You’re keeping a good hygiene honey, but you’re starting to turn a little bit red. We need to keep an eye on that, don’t want you developing a diaper rash, now would we?” I didn’t understand how she could be so casual about all of this, how could she not find it weird or even uncomfortable to see her twenty something son, laying bare ass naked in front of her? But that was another question, I never had the time to find an answer to, as the next thing I knew she was picking up a brand new diaper, unfolding it in her hands and with a quick “Up.” Command, made me raise my hips off the bed, allowing her to slide it under my bottom. It didn’t take long to notice that this diaper was clearly thicker, it felt like my ass was laying on a pillow or an inflated cloud. Powder started sprinkling down onto my still naked crotch, before quickly being patted in by Mom’s gently, soft palms, before she grabbed a hold of the front of the diaper and started wiggling it up between my thighs, making sure to make it nice and snug, before folding the front up, finally covering up my crotch area. As I heard the opening and following closing of the tapes on each side, it was obvious that this diaper was different. The way it fit and almost hugged my waist and crotch, the clear size and volume difference compared to my previous plastic underwear and of course the bright decorated outer shell, complete with bears, pacifiers, rattles and bottles and the much discussed wetness indicator. This was truly something else. Lost in my own thought about my new plastic shell, I didn’t even notice Mom sliding my pants off my ankles and quickly replacing them with the see through plastic pants, as she slid them up my legs and thighs. “Stand up for me please, honey.” I did as I was told, with a gentle assist from Mom, as the plastic pants was still stuck around my thighs. Just as I got up, she gave them one last yank, bringing them up and over the diaper and up to my hips and waist, before making sure everything was safely tucked inside, leaving me standing there, ready for inspection. She took at short step backwards, taking a second to admire her handy work. “It’s a miracle, a perfect fit, I wasn’t sure about your size, when I ordered everything, but seems I got it just right.” She continued to give me the elevator stare, as I stood in front of her, my legs in a wide stance due to the sheer size and volume of the diaper between my legs. “But I’m sorry, Honey.” She chuckled. “Even in dry condition, there is no way, that your jeans are going to fit over those diapers.” She bent down, picking up the used diaper she just changed me out of. “But we’ll find a solution to that problem also. For now, throw on some sweatpants and when you’re ready just come down stairs, I’ll start making dinner.” She turned and walked out of my room, leaving me alone in my new diaper and plastic pants, still in a state of shock, as I turned and walked or more like waddled over to the full length mirror that occupied one wall of the room. There was no hiding the sheer size and volume of this diaper, despite it being in mint condition, with no wetness to it at all, it was clear that this diaper was no meant to be discreet or hidden in anyway. The way it pushed my legs apart and the puff in the back and front, rounded out my whole crotch area and the transparent plastic pants, meant that the colorful and childish design of the diaper itself, was on full display. Speaking of the plastic pants, as I made my way to the dresser to pick up a pair of sweatpants that hopefully would fit over the massive diaper, the plastic pants made a crinkle with every single step I took. The diaper on its own made noise, but the plastic pants were on a whole another level. Luckily I managed to slide some sweats over the diaper, but a quick glance in the mirror, revealed that the diaper was still pretty obvious. The rounding around the hips and crotch, together with the volume in the back and front, combined with a slightly wider stance was all a clear indication that something was off and was something you would normally see on a small child, toddler or even infant. Confined to my new wardrobe, I let out a sigh and finally headed out the room and towards the kitchen, where the smell of food hit my nostrils. Upon entering I was instructed to help set the table, which I waddled around and did to the best of my ability, with a clear and distinct crinkle following my every step and move. “By the way.” Mom broke the silence, as we both enjoyed the food in front of us. “I briefly described your article to the diaper company and they seemed rather interested and asked if it would be possible for you to give them a few mentions, throughout it. Just for publicity. It may spread the word to more people around the city and even the country, that there is a company specializing in these sort of product. It’s one of the reason, why they gave me such a good offer. So before bed tonight, could you please write something in your notes about them so you don’t forget?” She took another mouthful and washed it down with a glass of water. “Uh, yeah sure, Mom.” Compared to everything else that happened in the last few hours, describing in my article how I ended up in this sort of infantile diaper and plastic pants, didn’t seem like a big deal and we both carried on eating, before clearing the table and retreating to the living room As the night progressed we lost ourselves in guessing along to another generic TV gameshow, as we usually did. The sun set outside and evening turned to night, when the distinct feeling of a full bladder hit me like lightning from a clear blue sky. The new diaper was about to be put to the test, as with little to no effort I relaxed my lower abdomen and unleashed a flood of warm urine into the awaiting padding. The diaper instantly started soaked up the stream of urine, that poured out of my body, as I felt the diaper started to swell around my crotch. Surprisingly the diaper did an amazing job, soaking up the pee as fast as I could let it out, as it continued to swell, spreading my legs further and further apart. As the stream stopped, the diaper finished it job, soaked up the last few drops and if it wasn’t for the warm feeling around my groin, I would have never known that I had just emptied my bladder, as the diaper didn’t feel especially moist or wet. About an hour later I announced that I would be retreating to my bedroom to do some writing on my article and afterwards go straight to bed. As I got up to leave, I could feel the heaviness of the diaper beneath me and my waddle had gotten even more obvious due to the diaper having expended upon soaking up my last wetting. “Hold on one second.” I turned around, to see my Mom get up from the couch and walk towards me. “Just going to do a quick check.” Before I even had time to ask her, “what she needed to check?” She had her hands on the edge of my pants and with a quick tug, brought them down just enough to expose my plastic pants covered diaper. “uh, would you look at that.” She proclaimed, placing a light palm on the front of the diaper. “Well, you clearly used it and the wetness indicator actually seems to be working.” Referee to some of the childish starts running up and down the diaper being partially faded. “But, there doesn’t seem to be any reason to change you yet, you’re fine wearing this to bed tonight.” She quickly pulled my pants back up and gave me a smile. “Sleep tight, Honey and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned back around to return to the couch and her tv-show. Once again I was left at a loss for words, as I simply turned and waddled my way back to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Sitting down at my desk and firing up my computer, I went into writing overdrive sparing no details in the describing the events of the day and of course making sure to mention the company, that played a part in all of it going down. Putting words down on paper seemed like a kind of therapy that night, I was still having trouble processing everything that had happened, the shock, the panic, the embarrassment and a few hundred other feelings all mixed together. You would think being an ABDL that this was a dream come true and I would be lying if I said I had never fantasied about the events of that day unfolding in my head a million times. But having it actually happen in real life, laying their naked in front of my Mom, as she stood over me looking down, unfolding fresh diaper and placing it under me, taping it up and sealing me inside the colorful plastic cover. Having her due a literal diaper check, without my approval. All of this seemed like the wildest fantasy for any Adult Baby. But as they say “be careful, what you wish for.” I had not felt any pleasure during those moments and the thoughts of it potentially happening again, send shivers down my spine. As I typed out the last sentences, I felt another slight pressure builder in my bladder and once again let loose into my diaper. Compare to the earlier wetting this was nothing special and the diaper did a quick job of absorbing every last drop, as I got up and headed to bed. Completely emotionally drained from the happenings of the day.

Chapter 8: To my surprise when I opened my eyes the next time, it was morning on the following day. The sun was shining through my window, you could hear the faint singing of birds outside, spring was coming and the nightmare of the day before, seemed like a distant memory. I spent a few minutes just lying there, enjoying sun shining in on my face, listening to the sound of the birds and after a few minutes, let loose a river of pee into my thirsty diaper, which began to swell around my groin, soaking up my fresh morning urine, as the padding turned warm and soggy. I allowed myself a few minutes to relax and enjoy the moment, the mental terror of the day before, slowly faded and I was ready to reset and start a new day, as I slowly rolled out of bed and threw on a t-shirt, before waddling out my room and towards the kitchen, as the result of the heavy, soaked diaper between my legs. After pouring myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, I retreated to the living from and plopped down on the couch, turning on the morning news, while digging into my breakfast. With nothing really planned that day, I was in no hurry and enjoyed my slow morning. After finishing my coffee and cereal, I feel back onto the couch, pulling a large duvet on top of me and settling in while the news continued to play on the screen. Laying there I contemplated the if I should include, what had happened the day before into my article. On one hand it was one of the most embarrassing thing to ever have happened to me and something that I would love to just forget and put behind me. On the other it was a clear look into, what it would take to reach the goal I was going for, something like this could and potentially would happen again and it was something that I would have to deal with. After all, it’s something that all parents would had to deal with, when trying to potty-train their child. As the thoughts raced through my head and with the tv in the background, I felt my eyes get heavy and with nothing really planned for the day, there wasn’t anything stopping me from taking a quick nap on the couch, to help me recover mentally from the day before. As my eyes started to close and my mind went blank, the feeling of a full bladder hit me and without a second thought, I relaxed my bladder and felt a flood of urine run into my already soaked diaper, as I went to sleep. I awoke with a set, dazed and confused. “what time was it, how long had I been sleeping?” something was off, something felt wrong, something felt…. WET!? I shoot up from the couch and quickly realized what had happened. You guessed it, my already soaked diaper had not been able to absorbed my pre-nap wetting and had leaked out onto the fabric off the couch. I stood there, my diaper swollen, soaked, yellow and hanging low from my hips and just stared at the wet spot that had appeared on the couch. “How had I not noticed my diaper leaking, before falling asleep?” The thought was racing through my head and panic was slowly setting in. I needed to fix this. I needed to clean the couch. I needed to remove my mess, before Mom got home. But first and most importantly, I needed a dry diaper. Waddling through the kitchen, heading for my room and my changing supplies, I passed by the big clock on the kitchen wall. Luckily I had only been out for a few hours, Mom would not be home for another 3, which gave me plenty of time to clean up the mess I made. I quickly went through the process of changing myself, making sure to inspect the used diaper before taking it off. There didn’t seem to be any problem with the tapes of placement of the diaper itself, which lead me to conclude, that I had simply hit the limit of how much my diapers could take and wet right through it, something I made sure to note and would have to be aware of in the future, I thought as I ripped open the tape and cleaned myself, before applying a new dry, crinkly, white diaper. I made sure to grab every cleaning supply imaginable from under the kitchen sink and spend the next hour scrubbing, rubbing and drying the couch, trying to remove any trace of my accident. But even after all that work, the spot was still visible and when Mom got home a couple of hours late, I had to confess that despite being a fully grown adult, I had done something that would more suit a naughty toddler and had an accident on the furniture and even tried to cover it up afterwards. “We got to find a solution for this, Honey.” She let out a sigh, while inspecting the damage done to the couch. “luckily, I think the spot is going to go away, when it has time to dry. But we can’t have you going around leaking everywhere. You’re going to ruin all the furniture and your clothes.” She spoke to me in a soft tone, as I was left staring into the ground, embarrassed by my accident, but equally embarrassed by the ongoing conversation. She gently placed a hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes “We’ll find a solution, don’t worry. There’s just going to be a couple of hurdles that you did not predict, when your started this project and this is one of them, but we’ll find a solution and I’m going to help.” The gentle tone of her voice and calm stare, made me feel a lot more relaxed about the situation, as I let out a faint “Thank you, Mom.” And gave her a smile back. The rest of the evening and the following days, passed by rather uneventful. I decided to include my embarrassing experience in the article and also made sure, to make a note of the “couch accident”. With those two events still lingering in my mind, I became quite aware if keeping track and keep an eye on my diaper every time I used it. Making sure to not let it overflow or leak, while also paying extra attention every time I diapered myself, trying to do everything I could, to avoid another humiliating accident or leak. Everything was actually going pretty well. For the next couple of days, I avoided having any accidental leaks and was doing a pretty good job of diapering myself every day. I thought everything was fine, until one day when Mom arrived home from work a bit late. As I heard the door open, her voice echoed through the house “Honey, would you mind coming down and giving me a hand!?”. I quickly got up from my desk, just in the middle of writing a new column for my article, but the sound of her voice made me drop everything and quickly make my way to the kitchen to greet her. I arrived just in time to see her stagger through the front door with a huge box in her hands. I quickly rushed over and grabbed the box out of her arms, before she had time to drop it. It was rather heavy, but I managed to stumbled backwards and gently place it on the kitchen table in the center of the room. “Wow, Mom. That’s a serious package, what’s in it?” She started putting her purse away and turned her eyes towards me. “Oh you’ll see, grab a knife in the drawer and find out.” She continued undressing, hanging her coat and putting her boots away, as I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer as instructed and started slicing open the top of the box, separating the heavy duty tape that kept it closed. Putting the knife down, I continued to rip open the top of the box, finally revealing the contents on the inside. The sight that met me, as my eyes scanned the inside of the box, left me speechless and rather confused. The next thing I knew, my Mom was standing behind me, with a hand on each of my shoulder, looking into the box with me. “Now, before we continue, I need to tell you that I may have borrowed your company credit card from your wallet to buy this and also make a monthly subscription for more supplies.” I was still rather confused. “Mom, what is it?” Was the only sentence I could muster, as I look dumbfound into the cardboard box. “Well, this is.” She reached into the box, pulling out one of the big packages from inside of it. “Is your NEW diapers.” What she was holding was a huge package of diapers. 30 in one package to be exact. But it wasn’t the amount of diapers in the package that caught my eyes, a large amount was to be expected. No what caught my eyes and which my gaze stayed locked on, was the decoration on the package of diapers. All over the plastic coverage was an array of childish cartoons and figures, spanning from teddy bears holding bottles and pacifiers. To rattles, alphabet blocks and the occasional childlike sun and moon. My eyes continued to shifts back and forth between the package in Moms hands and the box, which looked to contain 2 more packages of diapers, resulting in a total of 90, baby printed diapers. I think she could spot my confused look, so without I could even utter a word, she spoke. “Remember how we talked about, finding a solution for your accidental leakages? Well this is it!” she smiled before continuing. “I went online and stumbled across a store that specializes in diapers for older children and adults, who for one reason or the other, needs some heavy duty protection. These are twice as absorbent as the once you are using now and they even got a build in wetness indicator. So whenever you wet, the little drawing will start to disappear, making it much easier to keep track on the state of your diaper.” Her smile and demeanor seemed so relaxed and confident, like she could see nothing wrong in the decoration of the diapers and its packaging. “But, Mom.” I spoke. “Why do they have to be decorated like that?”. She put the package down. “Because.” She ripped the top of it open and proceeded to pull out one of the large printed diapers, allowing me to have a closer look at all the infantile drawings and design that covered it. “These are the only once with the wetness indicator and on top of that, they only use one tape of each side to fasten, making it much easier to put you. And to be fair, when I contacted the store, they gave me a great offer on them, which included a monthly subscription where they deliver to our doorstep each month, so we don’t have to worry about running out and they even included a few other things in my order, since we are going to become loyal customers.” She placed the diaper back down on the table and started to reach back into the cardboard box, searching for something. “What other things?” I was both rather nervous, but also curious about, what else she may have been able to find on her shopping spree. “Well, let’s see.” She started pulling a couple of things out the box, while continuing. “Looks like they sent us a large supply of wipes. Baby oil and several bottles of powder.” As she talked she lined everything up on the kitchen table on display. “Oh and also some soap and shampoo.” She placed a couple of large bottles on the table. The sticker on each of them read “Mama soap, for Mommie’s special boy or girl. Prevents stench and with a new sweet baby scent.” As if that wasn’t enough she continued to reach into the box and this time pulled out 7 large flat packages in see through plastic. It didn’t take long for my brain to figure out exactly what it was, as I spoke “Mom!?” But I was quickly caught off. “Look at these, don’t they just look perfect, exactly what we need to prevent anymore nasty leaks and accidents. She started laying all packages out on the table, inspecting each one and quickly confirmed my suspicion as she spoke. “They are plastic pants, honey. To go over your new diapers, so in case you still manage to leak, these will contain it. And LOOK they even matches your new diapers.” She wasn’t kidding, each pair of plastic pants were decorated with childish and almost infantile cartoons and symbols, all in an array of color spanning from light blue, to bright green and sunny yellow, with a few of them in transparent plastic. The box finally seemed to be empty, but I was left in a state of confusion and maybe even shock. This had suddenly spun a bit out of control. Don’t get me wrong, being an ABDL I knew that all this stuff excited, but I never knew that a shop in our area actually sold it and never in my wildest fantasies, did I expect my Mom to buy it for me, let alone a monthly subscription. The thought of having to wear such infantile and childlike diapers and plastic pants around her and the rest of my family for that matter, was almost too much to bear. But if I thought that I had been pushed to my limit at that point, I was in for a whole surprise, with the words that left my Mom’s moth next. “Oh it’s just the cuties isn’t it and they even promised to include something different each month, almost like a goodie bag. The diapers and plastic pants are just what we were looking for and I’m sure everything else is also going to come in handy.” She started gathering everything up and handed it to me. “Now would please go put everything in its place and I’ll be right in to change you into a fresh diaper, I’m guessing you need one by now.” “HOLD UP!” My heart started to race and my brain went absolutely haywire. Did she just say “put me into a new diapers!?. As in, SHE, my MOM, was going to change me? A state of panic took over, a million question started to pop into my brain. “Mom, what do you mean, change me?” She was still getting everything together. “Yes, honey. I’ve decided that to avoid any accidents and also just to make sure you know, how to put these diapers one, you know with only two tapes and all. Then I’m going to be helping you with diaper changes for a little while. Just until we know, that everything works and we won’t have to worry about any more embarrassing little accidents.” She gave me a kind smile, the calm in her voice, made it seemed like there was nothing weird or abnormal about the sentence she just uttered, to her grown up son. “Mom, you can’t be serious. Its fine, I’m okay putting it on myself, in fact two tapes instead of four is just going to make the whole thing a whole lot easier.” I tried to brush the whole situation off, but to no avail. “Oh honey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m happy to help you and it would also be a huge help and relieve for me, to know that all these new things actually fit and works and that I don’t have to worry about you leaking everywhere anymore. There’s no need to be afraid, it’s not like I haven’t changed your diapers before. She chuckled. “Yeah, but.” I knew the battle was lost, I had no comeback. “hush now, please go put everything in its place and I’ll be right with you.” Embarrassed, shocked and defeated, the battle was lost and I turned around, holding all my new supplies in my arms and started making the slow walk towards my room, where I started putting everything away, filling my diaper drawer with a fresh supply of the new colorful diapers and equally colorful plastic pants. Before coming to term with my fate and sat down on my bed, waiting for my Mom to come and change me into a fresh diaper, for the first time in over 20 years.

I've had a few messages asking if this story was still alive and if I was planning to write more of it and trust me, the story is still going, but sadly the Covid19 chaos, have been effecting my everyday life and put a lot of stress on me, so my time and energy have not been spent on writing. My country is now almost on a complete lockdown, school, bars and most shops are now closed and I'm expecting my place of employment to close down too. But hey, maybe that will give me 14 days with a lot of free time on my hand And speaking of which. Here ya go: Chapter 7: To avoid another argument and scolding, I did as I was told and started bringing the damn bag with me every time I left the house. I made sure to leave it in the car, when going out shopping or doing anything else outside the house. It seemed stupid and pointless, but I knew Mom had made up her made and another discussion would simply lead to another lose on my behalf. But one day the bag did come into play. Having been sent to the store one afternoon to do some basic grocery shopping, which included buying more power, oil and wipes for myself, I was making my way out the supermarket, well knowingly that I has used my diaper not only on the way to the store, but also while browsing through the aisles, trying to find everything on my shopping list. Both wettings had seemed rather small and was quickly absorbed into the soft padding of my plastic underwear, which is why as I was leaving the store and hit by the feeling of a full bladder once again, I did not think a second about and as I was making my way across the parking lot towards the car, I went through the process that had become almost second nature and simply held my breath for a brief moment, allowing my muscles to relax and my bladder to let loose. Within seconds of my bladder letting go, I was hit with a feeling I knew too well. Not the feeling of my diaper soaking up the warm urine, that had already happened. Not the feeling of my bladder emptying and my diaper swelling up around my groin, that had already happened. The feeling that hit me, was the feeling of my pants soaking. The feeling of warm urine leaking out the side of my diaper and slowly running down my leg. Without a second thought and without even having a quick look at the damage I had caused, as soon as the flow of urine stopped, I set out in an all-out sprint. I could see the car; it was only a few 100 meters away. I did not have time to see if anyone had seen me standing there in the middle of the parking lot, pissing myself so badly, that my diaper had leaked. The only thing on my mind, was getting to the safety of the car. I reached it within seconds and while gasping for air I threw the grocery bag into the front seat, before throwing myself after it, landing with a splat on the seat and slamming the door behind me. My heartbeat was through the roof, I was gasping for air, on the verge of a mental breakdown as I looked down myself, my pants completely soaked from the crotch and down both legs. If anyone had seen me, it would have been very clear, what had happened to me. My eyes started to swell up, on the verge of tears, I tried to compose myself, trying to take deep breath, trying to get my breathing, body and emotions under control. I was edging on a complete panic attack, as I was hyperventilating in the front seat of the car. My aspect of time disappeared for that moment. I don’t know how long I was sitting in the front seat, trying to calm myself, trying to avoid going completely hysteric and having a full blown breakdown right then and there. But the reality of my soaked pants turning old and irritating my skin, brought me back. Using the sleeve of my shirt, I whipped the snot and few tears away from my face, tried taking in a deep breath and compose myself, before awkwardly sliding between the two front seats and into the backseat, where my diaper bag was located. Opening up the bag, I damn near threw all the content onto the back seat and started the process of removing my soaked jeans, tossing and turning in the back of the car, trying to peel them off my legs, exposing my soaked diaper, while praying that nobody would pass by the car at that moment and see me, now sitting naked in the backseat surrounded by everything you would need to change a baby out of their spoiled diaper and into a fresh new one. Cleaning myself and putting on a new diaper and pants in the backseat wasn’t easy and it didn’t turn out great or pretty. But after tossing and turning for what seemed like half an hour, I was finally back in a dry diaper and more importantly a dry pair of pants. I threw the soaked diaper and jeans into a plastic bag and dumped it onto the floor of the car, before slithering back into the front seat and fired up the engine, wanting to get home as quick as possible, hoping for this nightmare to end as I reached the safety of home. I felt like I was dreaming on the way home, everything felt so surreal and I believe I was still in a state of emotional shock, as I arrived in the driveway and headed straight inside, not even bothering to bring the groceries, my diaper bag or used diaper and spoiled jeans with me. Upon entering the house, I almost bumped into Mom who was in the middle of cleaning up. “Hey Honey, how did it go.” Noticing the lack of groceries with me, she gave me a confused look. “Where are the groceries and your diaper bag. Are you okay?” the motherly and concerned tone in her voice, must have tricked something in my brain as I completely broke down, then and there. Tears rolling down my face, completely unable to control my emotions, as snot and saliva started to flow from my nose and mouth. “Oh honey, it’s okay.” She quickly embraced me, allowing my face to be buried into her chest, as I continued to cry my eyes out, gasping for air between my cries. “Sh,sh,sssshhh. It’s okay honey, it’s okay. Did you have a big accident, is that what happened?” She could already tell, what had happened, due to the fact that I was wearing different pants, despite me being unable to explain the situation, due to hyperventilating. The result of my unstable emotional state, resulted in a complete lack of body control, as I flooded my diaper, while embracing my Mom and as a result of a terrible diaper job in the back of the car, once again leaked and sent a warm flow of urine running down my legs and onto the floor. “Oh honey, look at you. You’re a real mess, you’re leaking all over the floor.” Despite me now standing in a puddle of urine, she did not let go, allowing me to sob into her chest, until my breathing finally slowed and I started to calm down, as I regained my ability to breath and speak. “I’m so, so sorry. I leaked at the store and had to change in the car and it was just, it was just, it was just so HARD.” I was on the verge of breaking down again and she quickly caught that. “its’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’ll get everything from the car and take care of all of this. Just go to your room, try to calm down and clean yourself up.” While still gasping for air and sniffing heavily, trying to stop snot from running down my face, I let go of my Mom and so did she, as we went in separate directions passing each other, her heading to the car and me heading straight to my room. Entering the safety of my bedroom, I ripped off my pants, shirt, socks and tore the diaper off almost in a fit of rage, curling it all together, while walked straight towards the bathroom, naked as the day I was born. In there I hurled the diaper into the diaper pail and threw all my clothes into the washing machine, slamming the door on it, as hard as I could. While showing off, tears once again started running down my face, as I leaned against the wall. The day had been so humiliating, the loss of control and being unable to fix anything by myself, had been a real tipping point. Luckily nobody had seen me embarrass and wetting myself in the middle of the carpark and despite wetting all over the floor and making a real mess, Mom had not seemed mad or angry with me. After showing in what seemed like forever, scrubbing every part of my body, trying to wash of the embarrassment, I went back to my bedroom and diapered myself once again, taking really good care to make sure the diaper was on perfectly, not wanting to have the embarrassment of the day repeat itself anytime in the near future. Afterwards I let my head hit the pillow, planning to just take a quick nap, trying to rest up and forget everything that just happened. As my eyes got heavy and I sank into a deep comfortable sleep.

Chapter 6: “Really, Patrick. That seriously just happened? Did you really just pee all over your uncle and aunts couch and floor. What happened!? Did you fail to put the diaper on correctly again or did you simply use it too much?” My Mom wasn’t exactly shouting at me, but her tone was hard and direct, as she tried to understand, what had just happened and or why I would let something like that happen. Her scolding continued as we drove through time, until she finally stopped to catch her breath, allowing me to break in. “I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just, I didn’t think it through. I thought the diaper would be able to hold, I only wet it a little on the way there and I’m just I did a good job, when putting it on.” I was trying to come up with excuses, trying to come up with some sort of explanation for this embarrassing accident. “Well, it clearly did not hold or you once again failed to put it in properly, I’m guessing those are also the two common reasons for me having to wash your sheet, almost every second day.” She sounded annoyed, but also disappointed. “I’M SORRY, OKAY!?” I was almost at my limit, this had been so embarrassing and now Mom was blaming me for not knowing when I needed to change to change into a new diaper or even knowing how to put it on properly and on top of everything else, the wet pants I was wearing were turning cold and rather uncomfortable to wear. I had hit a new low and I think Mom was able to tell, as her tone shifted. “Listen, you need to be more careful in the future. You can’t be going around leaking and ruining your own clothes and other people’s furniture. We’ve already hit a point, where I think we’re forced to buy you a new mattress at some point. I know listening to once Mother, especially at your age, isn’t always the cool thing to do, but you got to remember, that when it comes to this kind of subject, I actually do know best. After all, I did make all the decisions last time you were in diapers.” She did have a point, it did not want to admit it, but she was right, I needed to be more careful. If this had happened anywhere else out and about, it could have been a whole lot more embarrassing. “It’s up to you, I’m not going to force you, but as I told you earlier, you may want to start bringing some changing supplies and maybe a spare pair of pants with you in the future. If you had listened to me earlier and did so, we would have been able to fix this problem and would not have had to leave early. So what you do you, am I right?” There was no arguing with her, I responded with a slight nod of my head as we turned the corner and drove down our street. A change of cloth and change of diaper, could have solved all of this. Even if I wanted to admit it or not, this time “Mom knew best.” Upon arriving home, I bolted inside the house and made a direct sprint towards the bathroom, throwing my soaked pants on the tile floor and exposing the diaper into the pail, I needed a shower, not only to wash the pee smell away, but also to wash the embarrassment off. I’m not ashamed to say, that while standing in the shower, I had a minor breakdown and let out a few tears. I did not mean to leak onto the floor and the couch, I did not mean to soak my pants and humiliate myself. It was simply an accident. After having collected my thoughts and washed myself clean, I head to my room and went into my “new” diaper drawer, collecting everything I needed, before changing into a fresh nappy, making sure to do the best job possible of putting it on, wanting to prove to my Mom, that I was fully capable of handling my own diaper changes. Later that night, we were sitting in the living room, watching TV as always, but the episode and embarrassment of the day, had not been brought up again. As I was hit with an all too familiar feeling in my lower region. Panic set in, as I feared that letting loose would have the same result as it did earlier. But calming myself and with a bit of sweat running down my forehead, I managed to go into my “happy place” slowing down and eventually holding my breath, allow a flood of urine to escape my body and soaking into the waiting arms of my diaper, which to my pleasant surprise held up and soaked up every drop of wee, as it slowly swelled under my pants and around my groin. That night, despite the crinkling coming from not only my diaper, but also my waterproof sheet, I quickly drifted off to sleep, the hypnotic recording quietly whispering in my ears and completely drained by the embarrassment of the day, I feel into a deep and undisturbed sleep. A few days passed. I stayed mostly secluded in my room, the embarrassment of the weekend, still haunting in the back of my mind. I did some writing for my article, I even decided to include the episode, contemplating if it should be in the final version or not. Mom informed me by text one afternoon that she would be home a bit late, wanting to drop by my aunt for a quick visit. I was fine not having to see neither my aunt or uncle for a while, after almost ruining their couch and splashing their floor. When Mom did arrive home late in the evening, she called me from the living room. Entering the living room, I found her sitting on the couch, but what caught my eye was a big blue bag sitting on the living room table. The rather large square bag, was equipped with several pockets, zippers and a long over the shoulder strap. But most noticeable was the baby blue color and the decoration, which become more clear, the closer I got to the table. The blue outside was plastered with different infant motives, including bottles, rattles, pacifiers and letter blocks. I stood a few meters away from the table admiring the thing, before my thought process was interrupted by my Mom’s voice. “Isn’t it cute. Your Aunt was given two at her baby shower and never bothered to return this one. But she said you could borrow it for some time.” I stared at the bag and then at her dumbfound. “It’s a DIAPER BAG, Mom.” I blurted out. “It’s YOUR diaper bag. To be exact. Remember that we agreed that you should start having some changing supplies with you, when out and about. This is perfect, I’m sure it’s going to be able hold everything you need on a day to day basis.” I could not believe my ears, was she being serious? “I can’t carry that thing around, Mom. It’s a baby bag.” I was in a state of confusion and on the verge of panic. “I’m not saying you need to carry it with you. Just keep it in the car or whatever, it’s just for storage. A place to keep things, that you may need from time to time. Doesn’t that sound like a good idea.” Once again I had to agree with her. I needed somewhere to keep everything, now that she insisted on me having to have a change of clothes and spare diapers with me, when leaving the house. The idea of having everything in one place, wasn’t that stupid. “But why does it have to look like that, Mom!?” I was sounding like a small child, thinking he was too old or too cool for still needing such a babyish diaper bag. In reality a normal backpack could also do the job and be way more discreet. “Don’t complain, your aunt was very kind to let you borrow this. You should call and thank her at some point. Its plenty big and is able to hold everything you need. I think it’s perfect. Now why don’t you take it too your room and pack everything you think, you may need in the future inside of it, I’ll make dinner in the meantime and then we can keep it at the front door, so we don’t forget it in the future, when going out.” Without any further complaints, I picked up the diaper bag, which was now MY diaper bag. I knew there was nothing I could say or do, to make her change her mind, as I walked out the living room, heading straight for my bedroom with heavy steps. I had lost that discussion. I threw the bag onto my bed, the waterproof crinkly loudly as it hit. Going into my drawer I first found a pair of pants, that I knew would fit over my diaper. Next I picked up a new bottle of powder and a fresh box of wipes, which I had started using recently to help make changing and cleaning myself, fast and easier. Next I went into my diaper drawer and produced a brand new white crinkly diaper. I brought everything to my bed and started placing it inside the bag. To no surprise, the bag could easily contain everything, with plenty room to spare. I placed the pants in the bottom, the diaper on top and placed the wipes and powder in a separate compartment on the side of the bag and zipped it closed. As instructed I left the bag at the front door, on my way to the kitchen, where Mom was nearly done making dinner. Without a word, I helped prepare the table and as I sat down to eat, the feeling of my bladder being full hit me once again. As Mom placed a full plate of food in front of me, I held my breath and let loose, flooding the front of my diaper, feeling the urine soak up, all over the front and even into the back. The stream stopped as I picked up my knife and fork and started to dig in.

Chapter 5: They say if you do something enough, it soon becomes habit, boring and in some cases almost second nature. I would not say that wearing diapers became boring, I loved every minutes of my new life and after having gotten over the mental wall, of wearing and using around my Mom, the whole experience became a lot more pleasant and relaxing. Being able to sit casually in the couch, watching someone on TV and just letting go right then and there, was simply amazing. I did have a couple of close calls with leaks, but always managed to stop myself or leave the room, before they became apparent or turned into serious accidents. The new process of having to tell Mom, every time I leaked on my bed, often during my morning wetting, took a bit of time getting used to and was rather embarrassing in the beginning. But Mom was right, she was better at taking care of the wet sheets and managed to keep the smell of urine out of them and the waterproof sheets, also managed to do their job, stopping me from ruining my mattress even further, than I already had. One thing that did change over time, was the connection between the diapers and my “sexual activity”. In the beginning most wetting, changing's and most of the nights laying in my bed, would end with me doing some serious rubbing on the outside of my diapers. The feeling of the heat around my crotch, the sound of the plastic and the overall thought of the diaper, was enough to set me off. That changed at some point and soon the connection between the diapers and my sexuality slowly started to fade. After all, if the sound, feeling and thought of the diapers, could keep setting me off, then I would be forced to walk around in a constant orgasmic ecstasy. The diapers became more of an everyday thing and sexual arousal no longer, came from only that. I managed to do a lot of writing, during my day’s home alone. Everything from longer pieces, that reminded more of diary entries, to just random thoughts and things I may have experience that day. Everything went down on paper, it had to be shortened down and rewritten a million times before it was ready to publish, but when the two years had passed, I wanted to have as much material as possible. I wanted and needed this article to be my big break. To say I got plenty of material for my article, a couple of weeks later would be an understatement. One weekend it was decided that Mom and me would go visit my uncle, aunt and cousin Jack. The communication with all three of them, had been very limited since starting my project and this would be the first time getting together with them, since they agreed to participate. My Mom’ sister lived with her husband and son only about a 30-minute drive across town, so Saturday morning we started getting ready to leave for the day. Grabbing on the essentials, I was in the middle of putting on my shoes, when my mom addressed them. “You’re making sure to bring changing supplies, right?”. I stopped my actions and looked up at her, as she was in middle of finding the car keys in her handbag. “Nah, don’t think I’ll need it. It’ll be fine.” I answered casually, finishing tying my shoes. “You sure? I mean, if you do flood or leak, you’ll be dead in the water. Its rather normal to bring extra supplies with you, when you’re going anywhere with a diaper child.” “I’m good.” My answer was short and shift, completely ignoring the fact that she just called me a “diaper child”. We made our way out the house and jumped in the car and was on our way. The drive itself rather uneventful. It was a pretty day outside, slowly coming out of winter and heading towards spring. The clouds even parted for a moment, to allow the sun to shine through, as we made our way across time, listening to the radio. As the radio played, I stared out the window watching the houses, trees and traffic pass by, when a slight pressure hit my bladder. Without any real concern or thought, I did what I had do before and held my breath for a second, before a slow and steady stream slowly escaped into my diaper, warming the area around my crotch, but disappearing as soon as it had arrived, thanks to the absorbency of my underwear, which quickly soaked up every single drop. We arrived in my uncle and aunt’s driveway shortly thereafter and upon knocking on the door was greeted by my uncle Rob. “Hey Susan long time no see and heya Pat.” He embraced my Mom, before giving me a quick brofist, calling me by the nickname he came up with ages ago, before inviting us inside. After having dropped off our jackets and shoes, we continued into the living room to find my aunt Karen sitting on the living room couch, her top partially pulled down, with one breast exposed in the middle of feeding cousin Jack, who was resting in her lap, while gently sucking her exposed nipple. “Oh hello you two, it’ll just be a second we’re nearly done.” We greeted her, before taking a seat in the couch arrangement. My eyes were glued to my cousin, who was suckling almost in a hypnotic rhythm. A few moments later, Rob appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray containing coffee and everything that goes with it. As my Mom helped him set everything up on the living room table, my Aunt slowly finished up feeding jack, covering herself back up, before moving him across her shoulder, giving him a few gentle pats on the back, which resulted in a light burp that was accompanied by a small amount of spit up, which was caught on a white cloth, that she had flung across her shoulder. She quickly cleaned everything up and with Jack sitting on her lap, poured herself a cup of tea and got comfortable. We quickly feel into talking, discussing everything that had happened since we last saw each other, trying to catch up on the lives of one another. We enjoyed plenty of coffee, tea and cookies during the next 1 hour, until the ongoing conversation was stopped as my Aunt announced “Uh,Uh, smells like someone have had a little accident.” All eyes turned to Jack, who was sitting on my Aunts lap, a silly smile covering his face, as a bit of drool escaped his mouth and rolled onto his already soaked bib. “Are you sure about that, Karen? For all we know, it may be Pat over here, who is responsible for the smell.” All eyes suddenly shifted to be, as I turned burning red with embarrassment. “Is that so? Pat, did you make a boom, boom in your nappy?” My Aunt followed up, fight to hold back her laugh. My face continued to increase in color, this attention was rather unwanted and completely unexpected. “We’re just kidding, Champ. Relax, we’re just messing with ya.” Rob got off the couch and scooped Jack off Karen’s lap, before continuing “I’ll just take this guy for a change and then I think it’s time for a nap.” He chuckled to himself, as he and Jack left the room. A few seconds later, my Aunts eyes returned to me. “But seriously Patrick, how is everything going? We’ve started to receive the payment from the magazine, but how is everything going with you? I heard to crinkle your way in here, so where are you at in the process?” I slowly started to explain the situation to my her, trying to describe where I was at, at the moment. While doing so Rob returned, having changed and put Jack down for a nap, he sat down beside my Aunt and listened in on my story and recollection of how the experiment had been going leading up to that point. As I finished, Karen took a sip of her tea and started “That’s good to hear that you’re making progress. You know we were rather skeptical in the beginning, but after your explanation and after everything you just told us. It is turning into a rather interesting process to be a part of.” “Yeah, and the money aren’t that bad either.” Rob bust out, before letting out a loud laugh. The conversation soon turned back to the subject that was discussed before the smell of Jack’s dirty accident had interrupted us and we continued drinking our drinks and passing conversation. As the conversation carried on into the next out, I found myself zoning out for a second, as a familiar pressure was slowly building around my lower region, without any real thought or hesitation I went through the motions of holding my breath for a moment, allowing my muscles to relax and the pressure to disappear and be replaced by a flood of urine soaking through my diaper. “Oh, is that really happening!?” I was brought back into the conversation, by the sound of my Aunts voice echoing through the room. “Patrick, what are you doing!?” My Mom’s voice followed close behind, as my eyes shut open, as they all three stared at me. I quickly panned down and realized that not only was I leaking, I was soaking my pants and dripping onto the couch, with no way of stopping or controlling the flow of urine, I shot up from the couch and stood helpless in the center of the room as the last pee ran down my legs and drippled onto the floor. “I’ll go get a towel!” My Aunt ran out the room, as my Uncle just stared at me “Jesus Pat, what happened?” I just stood dumbfound for a moment, before My aunt returned a threw a towel onto the couch, trying to pat it dry, before throwing a cloth onto the floor whipping up my mess. “Did you guys bring changing supplies and a change of cloth?” she asked finishing cleaning up the floor. “No we did not, because someone said he didn’t need it.” The sarcasm and irony in my Mom’s voice was clear. “We best get going, he’s going to get cold and sick if he stays like that for too long.” She got up from the couch and walked past me. “Yeah, sadly I don’t think we have anything that you guys can use, better get home and get changed.” My uncle continued, before also getting up. “I’m so sorry.” I mumbled under my breath. “It’s okay, Champ. Accidents happens, it’s happened with Jack plenty of times, the couch is used to it. Just be more careful next time.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, before guiding me out the living room. “He can sit on this in the car, that way he won’t ruin the seat.” My Aunt handed my Mom another towel as I slowly finished putting on my jacket and shoes, burning with embarrassment, but also extremely uncomfortable, as my wet pants clung to my legs and groin. With my head hanging low, we sat out goodbye’s and made the short walk to the car, my Mom stopping me from entering before having placed the towel on my seat.

I just wanted to say thank you so much for your interested. I find your thoughts and comments a lot of fun to read and take a few of your ideas into consideration as I move the story forward. I know this is kinda a slow burner, so please be patience, the action will pick up, but I want it to move at a nice pace and not rush into the good parts, just for the sake of getting to them. This is also why some of the writing takes time. As some of the more "boring" parts, takes a bit longer to write, as they aren't that fun to write. But slowly we¨re getting there

Chapter 4: Things were moving forward, “slow and steady wins the race” I kept telling myself as I continued to become more comfortable wearing my new underwear. During the next period I ventured out of the house a few more time, trying to get used to wearing diapers around other people. Short trips to the store, trips to the drive-in, just small adventures around time, slowly but sure I was building the confidence to be around people, without the constant fear of them finding out about my plastic underwear. I’d also started becoming more comfortable around my Mom, venturing out of the comfort of my room to join her in the living room for several nights of watching television on the couch and generally just helping out keeping the house clean and neat. I also managed to break through another mental challenge during this period and finally forced myself to use my diaper, while being around my Mom. This line was crossed one night, as we both were sitting on the couching watching some unremembered gameshow. We were both distracted by the noise of the show going on, on the television when an all too familiar feeling hit me or more specifically hit my bladder. My first reaction was to get up and retreat to the safety of my room, to relieve myself, but I managed to stop my initial reaction, before even getting up from the couch. “I’m going to have to do this, sooner or late. I should not think about using the diaper and if I don’t think about it, then I should not think or worry about, who is around when I do so.” The thoughts were racing through my head, as my mother’s eyes was still glued to the screen. “Just let go, just let go, just let go, just let……..go.” The words repeated in my mind, as my breathing slowed down and I leaned back I in the couch, trying to loosen every muscle in my body, while trying to forget that my Mom was sitting only a meter away from me. “Let go, let go, let GO!” My bladder suddenly let loose like never before and flooded my diaper, as my breathing came to a sudden hold. With no way of stopping I was soaking my diaper, right there in the couch, sitting next to my mother, who at this time had turned her attention away from the light of the television screen, properly due to my heavy and intense breathing. My mind went completely blank, as I continued to flood my diaper, until my bladder was empty and I regained control of my body and mind. I let out a sigh and collapsed back into the couch. “You’re not leaking, are you?” The question came from out of nowhere and my eyes flung open and shifted to my mother, who was staring at me from the other end of the couch. “Is your diaper holding up, it would really be a shame for you to leak onto the couch. Your bed and madras is already pretty damaged and I would really hate for you to do the same to the other furniture in the house.” I was dumbfounded by her statement; how did she know about my morning leaks? “No,no, I think I’m holding up.” The words escaped my mouth, like a small child embarrassed by his accident, trying to apologize for doing something wrong, as my stare shifted to the floor, avoided eye contact with Mom. “That’s good, just wanted to make sure. We’ll find a way to save your bed and also try to avoid any leaks in the future, don’t worry.” She focused her stare back towards the TV, leaving me to sit in embarrassment and blushing bright red. That night another huge line was crossed and I made sure to make a point out of wetting myself, while around my Mom several times for the next couple of days, soon it had me feeling quiet relaxed about the whole scenario. Then coming home from the store one day, after having been out on a quick shopping trip per request from my Mom, her comment about finding a way to “save my bed” suddenly made a lot more sense. After throwing the groceries in the fridge I headed towards my room, to change my rather soaked diaper, that I had wet on my way to the store and once again while standing in line at the checkout counter. One thing I had notice at this point was, that after you wet your diaper the first time, the feeling of it being all warm and soggy around your crotch, works almost as a trigger of relaxation resulting in the next wetting to come much easier and natural. Entering my room, I headed to my closet to pick up a new diaper and my changing supplies, only to find them GONE. After a few moments of utter confusion, I let out an automatic and to myself rather surprising yell. “MOM, have you seen my….” I stopped myself, before the last word escaped my lips, just as Mom walked through the door. “Your diapers? Yeah I put them in your dresser, where your underwear used to be.” Used to be? That statement caught me off guard and I look at her with a perplexed stare. “I hope you don’t mind, it just seemed more fitting. I put your underwear in a box down the basement, since I didn’t expect you to need them for a while and it made a lot of room for your diapers in the drawer.” She stared at me with a loving and caring smile. “I also took the liberty of getting you a waterproof cover for your mattress. That should save what’s left of it, maybe we can get you a new one at some point. But in the future, if you do leak on your sheets, please tell me. We need to same sure the sheets are cleaned right, when those short of accidents happens.” Without another word, she turned around and left the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me alone with my thoughts. Too sum up what just happened. My underwear was gone and the space they usually occupied, had now become a diaper draw. No scratch that, it had become MY diaper drawer. As I went to open it, I found all of my leftover diapers, plus the oil and powder. After taking in the sight for a few minutes, I picked up my needed supplies and threw everything onto my bed, which to my surprise crinkled as the powder bottle hit it. Running my hand across it, I found the mattress to be covered in a protective layer of plastic, almost the same as you would find on the outside of my diapers. As I placed myself onto the bed and went through the process of removing, cleaning and diapering myself, the plastic cover shifted and crinkled with my every move. “This is sure, going to be easy to sleep on.” I mumbled sarcastically to myself, as I finished taping up the diaper around my waist. And was I ever right in that statement. That night after dinner, where I actually managed to wet myself while still at the table, finishing what was left on my plate, which was another huge victory in my mind, I found myself lying in bed. The sound of my diaper crinkling with my every shift, combined with the crinkle of the plastic sheet almost with every breath I took, made an outrages amount of noise in my bedroom. Luckily with the hypnotic file blasting through my headphones at maximum volume, I managed to doze off, despite the ruckus made by my every move.

Chapter 3: The next morning, I awoke to the familiar feeling of a full bladder and the sound of crinkles from my underwear. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my whole body and slowly let go, allowing my bladder to empty into the thirsty diaper around my crotch. Only to realize that an all too familiar wetness was spreading under and around me. “FUCK!”. Another unsuccessful diapering, had once again resulted in a leak and another set of wet sheets. Annoyed and irritate I went through the process of removing my bedding, throwing everything in the washer, before going through my morning routine of showering and changing into a new diaper, praying for this one to hold up. Mom had apparently left early that morning to take care of some chores and shopping, once again leaving me to spent the major part of the day alone. I spent the majority of that day writing, reading some ABDL fiction and finding different articles about potty-training and also some ABDL articles about un-potty-training. I soaked through my diaper and had to change, before Mom arrived home late in the afternoon, interrupting me in the middle of watching the news, to summon me to the kitchen. When I entered the room, Mom was in the middle of unpacking the groceries and pointed to the dinner table. “There ya go, Honey. Powder and I also got you some baby oil, in case you feel your skin getting irritated. Can’t have you getting a diaper rash, can we?” I went to grab the power and oil, not sure how to respond, until my eyes caught a big box standing on the floor, leading me to bust out “What’s that Mom?”. She turned towards me, her eyes going to the box sitting in the middle of the kitchen. “That’s also something I picked up for you.” She went and opened the top of the box, continuing to talk, as she started to pull out the content. “It’s a diaper pail for the bathroom. I’m sorry to say it, but throwing your used diaper in the wastebasket, doesn’t really work in the long run. It’s already starting to smell pretty bad in there. So I bought this and put it on your credit card.” She finished unboxing the large container. “It got the biggest one they had, since your diapers are a bit…Bigger than usual.” Once again she had me lost for words, resulting in me responding with a short “thank you.” Not sure what exactly to think at that very moment. I was instructed to take the diaper pail into the bathroom, as she continued to unpack and later that night after having dinner and soaking my diaper a few more times in my room, I had the “honor” of using it for the first time and was rather impressed of how simple it was and Mom was right, it did wonders sealing the smell of my used diapers inside. At the same time, I also found myself applying the baby powder to my crotch for the first time, while changing into the diaper, that would last me until the next morning. The smell of the power was strong, but pleasant and triggered some hidden or forgotten memories and feelings in my brain, as I sprinkled it across my crotch, before pulling a new diaper up between my legs, making sure to tape it nice and snug. Now, what I learned over the next week was, Mom was right, not only about the diaper pail, which was totally worth the money, doing its job and kept the bathroom odor free. But the powder also came in handy, as it did make the experience of being “stuck” in diaper more pleasant, helping keeping my skin dry and also helping to control the stench of urine that would sometimes follow me around the house. Even the baby oil got added to my diapering routine by the end of the week, as I did start to notice some light skin irritation around my crotch. I also realized that keeping my diaper area, hairless was a must to make the process of washing myself faster and easier. The impact of going back to diapers, was starting to have an effect on the way I was living my day to day life and I was only a few weeks in, in my process of going back to a time where I really needed them.

Thank you for the feedback and interest guys. I'll try to keep the updates regular, but some time real life takes priority or I just hit a writers block, so please be patient with me. But here you go Chapter 2: Slowly opening up my eyes the next morning, two things quickly hit me. 1. I’ve been sleeping on my stomach; which I don’t think I’ve ever done before. 2. I really got to use the restroom. “Well, I’m wearing a diaper for a reason.” I thought to myself, as I repeated the process from the day before, of closing my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply and trying to relax. Sadly, the result was the same, as the night before, with nothing happening. Shifting myself to my back, to take some of the pressure off my crotch area, I repeated the process and after several deep breaths, I was meet by a tickle and warm sensation spreading around my crotch and diaper area. As the stream stopped, I laid frozen for a few minutes, enjoying the experience and taking in my situation. I slowly moved my hands down under my covers, down along my body until they finally met the warm soft crinkly covers of my diapers. “Oh for FUCK SAKE!” I exclaimed loudly, as the next thing my hands touched was a wet spot on my bedsheet. I shut out of bed and yanked the covers away to reveal several small wet patches on my sheets, where my diaper had been. Once again I had leaked, thanks to a bad diapering job. I quickly stripped the sheets of my bed, while cursing the damn diaper and proceeded to throw everything in the washer, before stripping myself of the failed diaper and jumping in the shower. Afterwards I once again proceeded to diaper myself, being really careful with the tapes and place of the diaper, hoping the third time would be charm, before carrying on with my day. Later in the afternoon I was hit by the urge to use the diaper again and standing in the center of my bedroom one more, this time it seemed to do its job and held everything in. The sense of a warm diaper around my ground instantly turned me on and I proceeded to rub myself through the diaper, reaching what may have been the best orgasm in my life and afterwards spent a few more hours in the moist diaper, even wetting it one more time with success, before finally changing to a fresh one, throwing the old one in the bathroom waste bin, just as Mom arrived home. Several days past in that sort of manner. I would slowly become more comfortable wetting my diaper, often with a 50/50 success in regards to leaks, due to my inability to figure out how to properly diaper myself, but luckily I only wet in the seclusion of my room, which I had been spending almost all my time in since going back to diapers. This was mainly due to the awkwardness of being around my Mom while wearing my new underwear. So I spent most days alone in my room, playing computer, watching TV and writing small bits and pieces, of what would hopefully be my groundbreaking article, often I would only come out to eat or to go change in the bathroom. This was all fine. In my mind I was slowly easing into my new lifestyle, I took everything in a slow pace, this was going to be an adjustment and it would take time to get used to. But then I suddenly got thrown into the deep end. The weekend had arrived, which posed a few challenges. My Mom was going to be home the whole day, so avoiding her would prove to be damn near impossible. But that wasn’t the biggest hurdle that I was about to have to jump. My Mom was yelling for me from the kitchen, as I carefully “waddled” my way to the kitchen, so figure out what was up. “Oh there you are, would you mind driving to the store really quick, I seem to have forgot to buy coffee.” That sentence made my heart skip a beat. GO OUT, in PUBLIC, in my DIAPER!? I knew this was something I would have to get used to at some point, but the reality of that being at that second hit me hard. “Uh, sure Mom.” I stammered as I turned around and headed back to my room. In almost a state of panic, I started to look for pant, which would be able to hide my diaper bulge. At this point my selection of pants, had almost been cut in half, as I had learned that many jeans were not made to fit over an adult sized diaper. I decided on a loose pair of sweatpants and made my way towards the garage, picking up the car keys on the way and soon drove out of the driveway on the way to the store, my heart racing a million miles per hour. Arriving at the store a few moments later, I was on the verge of having a heart attack, as my ticker was almost beating out of my chest. I knew this was something that I had to get over and a challenge that I was forced to was. Still it took several minutes and a lot of deep breaths, before I finally opened the door and exited the car, making my way across the parking lot and into the supermarket. Luckily it turned out to be nearly empty, as I entered through the entrance. “Okay, get in, get out. Nice and easy.” I thought to myself. The question was, do I move slowly trying to avoid having my diaper crinkle too loudly or do I just go for it, hoping to move fast enough for people not to notice the sound of my plastic underwear? “Sprint it is.” I thought, as I picked up my pace, almost running through the aisles, knowing the exact route to my target shelf. I quickly paced by an elderly couple, they didn’t notice me at all, as I turned the corner and arrived at coffee shelf. I stopped for a moment, almost having to catch my breath as my eyes wandered the shelfs, searching for the correct brand. I quickly stopped it and grabbed a glass off the shelf, but stopped dead in my track just as I was about to turn around and make my way towards the exit. A very familiar pressure was pushing on my bladder, feeling I knew very well. I stood frozen, as I surveyed my surroundings. Not a person in sight. “I’ve come this far, got to get past this sooner or later.” The thoughts were bouncing around my head, did I dare, was I ready? My brain apparently made up its own mind, as it took over control and my body let loose. What started as a trickle, quickly turned into a fountain as I flooded my diaper right there in the coffee aisle. “Please don’t leak, please don’t leak.” I was praying that I had done a good job in diapering myself and that my plastic underwear would hold together. After what seemed like hours, but may only have been a minute, the stream stopped and I was left out of breath, standing alone in the middle of the supermarket in a soaked diaper. I quickly inspected my pants and found them, DRY!. “Thank god.” I thought, as I once again looked around, finding myself alone. “That was easier than expected.” I mumbled to myself, as I slowly turned around and started to make way towards the check out, my waddle a bit heavier and my pace a lot slower, than when I entered. I reached the same elderly couple that I had passed by moment before, slowly picking up my pace, while trying to now draw attention to myself, my slight waddle or the crinkle coming from my pants. I greeted the middle age woman sitting at the checkout, as I placed the coffee on the register, quickly paying before heading straight for the exit. Finally, back in the car, I exhaled deeply, trying to slow down my heartrate. “Wow!” I let out a scream, happy and satisfied with the outcome of my adventure, a milestone had been passed and it felt amazing! With my diaper still warm between my legs, I made the quick drive home and entered the house proud of my courage and adventure. I put the coffee on the kitchen table together with the keys and made my way towards my room, but was stopped by the sound of my Mom calling me into the living room. Stepping into the living room, I found her sitting on the couch. “Thank you honey, everything went smooth?” She smiled at me. “Yeah, nice and easy, no problem.” I responded, smiling back at her. “And judging by the swelling between your legs, I assume you had quit an adventure.” She chuckled, gesturing towards my diaper area. “Oh yeah, that.” I blushed, almost unable to get my words out. “I wanted to talk to you about that, you may start using some powder…BABY powder that is, just to keep the moisture away from your skin and it would also help hide the smell, that’s bound to appear at some point. If you leave the company card on the table, I could swing by the shop tomorrow and by you some.” I was left stunned for a second, not really sure how to respond to that. “Oh, uhm, yeah, that would be great thanks, Mom”. “No problem.” She turned her attention back to the TV, as I backed out of the room, making sure to leave my credit card on the kitchen table, before heading to my room. This day gave me a lot of material for my article and I made sure to put it all down in writing, before turning in for the night.

Thank you for your feedback guys. I've decided to continue with the story and concept and have updated my first post with chapter 0 and 1. Please leave your thoughts and comments and please note that english is not my first language, so some spelling or grammatical errors may occur from time to time.

So this is my first time, trying to write any kind of story revolving around ABDL and also one of the first time I've ever tried sticking my nose into creative writing at all. This is basically a preview. I would like some feedback on my writing style and also if this is an "story idea and concept" that people would like to see me put some time and effort into. To zero and back Chapter 0: ” You GOT to be joking!” My mother stared back at me with a dumbfound look on her face. “You can’t be serious, about such an idea!?” Her eyes didn’t flinch, as she just stared right at me, with a blank expression. “Mom, seriously, it’s a great idea and it’s NEVER been done before. And the people at the magazine already signed off on it. They think its brilliant! This could be my big break!” I could easily tell, that my attempts at convincing her, had little to no effect. “So let me get this straight.” Taking a zip of her coffee, she learned forward in the couch, staring even harder at me, from the other side of the living room table. “The biggest child and parent’s magazine in the country, “Mommy Mag” has agreed for you to write a parenting guide on potty-training, by first unpotty-training yourself and then training yourself again, alongside your baby cousin!? And how long did they give you to write this article?” “Two years.” I mumbled, trying to break free of her locked stare. “So what, one year to unlearn everything and then when your cousin turns three, you got one year to learn everything again alongside him and write this damn thing!?”. “Pretty much.” Her eyes did not flinch, she had barely blinked since the conversation started. “And what does the deal include.” She took another sip of her coffee. This was my shot, my one opening to sell her on the idea. “They have agreed to take care of all expenses, WHATEVER that may include, also I would be under full time contract the full 2 years, but will not have to meet into the office to work on the article. And Mom, the salary is great and when the 2 years are up, if the article gets printed, I’m guaranteed to have my contract renewed and is free to work on whatever I feel like afterward. It’s a great deal and I really think this could be my big shot, at making it in the business.” That last part wasn’t a lie, I truly did believe that this could be my chance of making it big in the journalism business. Ever since getting my degree almost a year ago, nothing had really gone my way and 12 months after finishing school, I was still living at home with my mom and had, little to no luck at getting my foot in the door anywhere. That was one of the reasons of this project of my, but there was another, one that nobody and especially my mom needed to know about. I’m an ABDL which stands for adultbaby diaper lover, it’s a kind of fetish that has its roots in ageplay and regression often revolving around wearing and using diapers. So basically being able to wear and use diapers and combine it with my work, which may lead to something bigger, while getting PAID to do so, was the ultimate dream come true. But first, I had to convince my mother, since I was living under her roof and this would come to affect her day and life. “And what does your aunt Karen and uncle Rob think of this?” “They are pretty cool with it, I’ve already ran the idea by them and it’s not like it’s really going to affect them. Especially not until cousin Jack turns two and then it’s still limited how big a part of it, he and they are going to play. I’m the test subject, Jack is only playing the role of control test, so I’ll have some routines to follow, while training myself back up.” She took another zip of her coffee cup, still looking skeptical, but her stare had lightened. “I still can’t believe, that my sister agreed to this.” She exhaled deeply. “And how exactly are you planning on….UNtraining yourself?”. “Well...” I hesitated for a second. “I’ve been reading a lot about it on the internet, there are actually a lot of information on the subject, believe it or not. In reality, it’s like un-training any other muscle and there’s also hypnosis and stuff, that should help with the process.” She continued to stare into her cup, not giving me a second look as she spoke. “Well Patrick, you’ve seem to have already made up your mind. And you’re an adult, it’s not like I can stop you and you seem to have done your research. If this is want you think you NEED to do, to get your career going and if you promise to take good care of yourself.” My eyes lit up, as she looked back up at me. “Then go for it,” JACKPOT! Chapter 1: After a rather quiet, but especially awkward dinner, I found myself sitting in front of my laptop, armed with my company credit card and ready to begin my project. Seeking out diapers was my first priority, it didn’t take me long to find a local site that sold incontinent product and offered express shipping. I ordered a case of plain white adult diapers, in medium thickness and capacity and continued on to the second target on my “to do list”. I had been looking at hypnotic ABDL files for a while. Most of them seemed too good to be true, offering complete incontinent and mental regression. But at one point I stumbled upon a webpage that didn’t promise too much and actually sported some great review of their files. One file offered help to induce urinary incontinent, making the listener more open to the thought of becoming less bladder control aware and accepting this fact. Another offered the same but included bowel incontinence. But the one I had my eyes on, offered both of these, plus included ties to mental regression and acceptance. Linking the thought of becoming incontinent, with the thought of being a toddler or infant. Mentioning allowing the user to not be embarrassed by the idea of wearing and using diapers, because that is what babies would do and making “giving up control” easier, as this train of thought and connection between the two grew stronger. That was all I needed to read and within seconds the file was ordered and arrived in my email inbox. That would be all, I would need for now and I put my trusted company card away and decided to call it a night. But not before transferring the hypnotic file to my phone, so I could listen to it while I slept. Laying in my bed, I plugged my headset in and played the file, which sadly turned out to be a disappointment. The field proved to be some sort of subliminal message, just a random mix of radio scatter and sounds bites. The only noticeable feature, was a faint sound of a nursery lullaby appearing from time to time. But still I found the simple thought of the promised effect and what awaited me in the near future arousing and jacked myself to a major orgasm, before falling asleep, the file still playing in my ears. I woke up the next morning refreshed and excited. Luckily Mom had left for work, when I got up so awkward encounter ruined the morning as I had breakfast and started my day. I did not achieve a lot that day, as I constantly found myself checking the driveway waiting for the delivery of my diaper order. But I did manager to kill some time in front of my laptop and after much thought came up with a name for my article. “To zero and back” I said to myself as a wrote the headline on the word document. That name seemed fitting, as I would be going back to zero potty training and then back again afterwards. The mere thought of that, got me excited. Finally, the doorbell sounded and I sprang across the house. Opening the door, I was greeted by a UPS driver, holding a large cardboard box in his arms. Quickly signing for the order and sending him on his way, I ran back across the house and into my room, throwing the box onto my bed before ripping it open. Inside I found exactly what I ordered. A shipment of plain white diapers, enough to surely last me a while. At least in the beginning. Now came the part I had been waiting for. Time to put on, what hopefully was my first of many diapers for a long time. I ripped one of the diapers out of the box and sniffed it. No apparent smell hit, to my disappointment, so I quickly continued to open the diaper and spread it out on my before, taking a second to admire it, before slowly unbuttoning my jeans and letting them drop down around my ankles, before stepping out of them. Next I removed my underwear, realizing this may be the last time in a while, that I wore such a pair of boxerbriefs. I turned around and placed my bum on the diaper, it felt thinner than expected, but still the feeling of the soft padding, sent chills down my spine, as I laid back and put the front up between my legs. Next came the tapes, which proved to be quite a challenge, as each side sported 2 pieces of sticky material. It took a lot of fiddling and several on and off attempts but finally I had all four pieces of tape attached and the diaper secured around my waist. After standing up and walking over to my bedroom mirror to inspect myself, it became clear that “secured” may have been an overstatement. The diapers were hanging rather loose and slightly crocket around my hips. It took 5 more minutes of fiddling and opening and reapplying the tapes, before I ended up with a semi acceptable result. There I stood, dressed in nothing but my t-shirt and a crinkly white diaper. This was a dream come true, but the dream quickly ended as I heard the front door open and my Mom enter the house. I panicked and quickly ran to pick up my pants, we may have had the talk and this may be a dream come true, but I was nowhere near ready to let my Mom see me, in just a diaper. The pants proved to be a challenge to put on, the diaper was thicker than expected and it took quiet a lot of effort to force my pants up and over the diaper, but I managed to close them around my waist and went to greet my Mom. As I entered the kitchen to meet her, I became aware of the crinkle that followed my every step, as a result of the diaper moving around my hips. I slowed my movement, careful not to walk to fast, as a mean to dampen the noise of my new underwear. “Oh there you are, so how has your day been?” My Mom was busy unpacking the groceries as I entered. “Fine I guess, I’ve got a bit of writing done and I even came up with a title for my article.” I picked up a grocery bag from the table and start unloading it into the cabinet. My Mom stood quiet for a moment, staring down at me, as I was kneeling in front of the cabinet. “So, how does it feel?”. I looked up at her with a confused look. “What do you mean?” I folded up the bag and stood back up. “How does it feel being back in diapers?” My mouth dropped for a second. “How did you know?” My response triggered a chuckle from her. “It pretty hard not to notice, that crinkle is pretty hard to ignore, also its peaking up from the back of your pants when you squat down and when you entered, you were waddling almost like a toddler trying to hide it.” She continued to chuckle, as she put the bags away. “Guess it’s something we both have to get used to. It’s not like you can sneak around for the next 2 years, trying to hide it.” At this point my face was burning bright red, this was one of the things I hadn’t thought about, but she was right. I spent the next few hours “hiding” in my room, trying to avoid awkward diaper contact with my Mom, until the time came for my bladder to declare itself “full”. “This is it.” I mumbled to myself, as I stood up from my desk. Standing in the center of my room, I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. Nothing. I took a deep breath, exhaled and relaxed. Again, nothing. This was proving to be quite a challenge, and this whole untraining concept, may be harder than expected. Once again I took a deep breath, held it, exhaled and FINALLY. I felt a warm flow spread around my crotch, as the diaper flooded and consumed the urine flowing from my body. The warmth continued to spread across the front of the diaper, slowly making its way towards the back and… DOWN MY LEG!? I opened my eyes, just in time to catch the first drops of liquid, roll my thigh and onto the floor. “SHIT!” I mumbled loudly. The flow of urine stopped, but it was clear that my diaper had leaked and I had managed to make a mess on the floor. “Guess I didn’t do such a good job after all.” I thought, as I stood there contemplating my situation. I quickly made my way to the bathroom. First to rip off the “failed” diaper and wash myself off with a cloth, before grapping a roll of paper and run back to my room for a quick clean up. With the mess taken care off, I dropped the used diaper in the bathroom waste bin and soon found myself back in my room, fresh diaper in hand and ready to give it another try. Once again I placed the diaper on my bed and started placing it around my hips. AND once again I found myself having to fiddle with the tapes for several minutes, applying and reapplying them, before I ended up with an acceptable result. At this time, Mom was yelling that dinner was ready, so I threw my pants back on and slowly snuck my way to join her. Nothing particular happened for the rest of the night, as we both tried avoiding starting any awkward conversation during dinner, before I quickly snuck my way back to the safety of my room, where I spent the rest of the night, until it was time for bed. Laying in my bed that night, the hypnotic file playing through my headset. I quickly discovered that falling asleep wearing my new underwear would prove to be a challenge. The extra padding between my legs, made laying on my side rather difficult, not to mention the loud crinkle that followed my every movement and the extreme heat that was generated around my groin. But finally after much tossing and turning, I drifted off to sleep. 1 day down, 729 to go.

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So, I've been lurking on this forum for many years and finally decieded to come out of the shadows. Hi! My name is PamperDk, I'm 22 years old and a VERY active Adult Baby and Diaper Lover. I came to this forum, to read stories and maybe even write a few of my own While also looking for people, to discuss this very stange fetish that we call "ABDL" with Glad to be here

LOL yeah.....Well lets see. I have been lurking about this site for a long time and finally got a profile I'm 19 and from Denmark, I'm a AB....And this point i live by myself, so my AB side fills a lot at this point. Would say i wear diapers maybe 18 hours a day, almost all the time when I'm home and sometime public. Well, that's kinda a short introduction to me