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I know it isn't funny to you but I wrote a story about this sort of thing about 10 years ago. The biggest difference was that the guy in my story got his behind botoxed as well. It had been reported to me back then by several medical professional types that the injection of botox into the urethral sphincter would probably also cause impotence since that is where the nerves that control erectile function are closely contained and hence the inability to block urine.

After doing the trivial math as well, I instantly had alarm bells ringing in my head. That was not something to be admitting to in a public forum. Sounds like incriminating evidence to me. Any contact (actual or virtual) with a minor is bad mojo in an environment such as this. That's why it is for 18+ year old people. People over 18 with the legal ability to have such discussions and interactions. I, for one and many others will agree, will never tolerate a minor in chat. I have left rooms because (reportedly) minors were present. As a matter of fact, I hope this thread gets locked/deleted as it is not the sort of thing I want to be seen represented in a positive light!

At the club they spent the first hour mingling, letting everyone know the show would be in an hour. Destiny looked around in hopes of catching a glimpse of Robert but he wasn't there. She was also self concious of her diaper showing at the top of dress's back slit. Her garter belt was too low to offer much in the way of covering it no matter how she tugged and twisted. One brave fellow had the nerve to actually speak to her, "Nice nappy! Mind if I feel it?" Ling caught him under the chin with a very pointed finger nail, "Not unless I get to change you into a girl first." With that, he melted back into the throng of people dancing and mingling. Destiny was very glad that Ling was around. She possessed a certain air of authority about her that was seldom challenged. I dare say the police would find her hard to get the upper hand on. Susan liked to sit back and watch Ling work. Despite Ling's tough exterior, she was actually the more protective and more nurturing of Destiny. They had been at the club for 30 minutes, drinking and mingling, and still no sign of Robert. She began to wonder what could possibly be the theme for the show without him. She wouldn't have long to wait. Ling and Susan shuffled through the mass of bodies with Destiny in tow toward the now familiar special room. She was watching to see if any other shows were being performed as they walked down the crowded hall. The first show was a rather large person, obviously a man, dressed in black and white latex as a French maid. His black bloomers looked quite uncomfortable and he was quite unsteady on his spike heels. His makeup was way over the top as well. His cheeks were brilliant red and his lips were almost clown like. Despite that, he seemed to be enjoying himself and his mistress, who had him on his hands and knees, licking her boots. Oh well, to each their own. The next window was more interesting even though it frightened Destiny. A very beautiful woman was strapped across a saw horse. Her long hair dangled along the floor as she wriggled under the crop of a very muscular man with a black hood. He would strike her several times to which she would scowl and bite her lip. Afterwards, he would drag the handle of the crop across her privates and shove it in her face. She would smile and lick at it as if it were life giving water! Oddly, Destiny was aroused by the sight. Then they entered the room Destiny was dreaded. She was to be the star of the next side show. She still had no idea what her part would be but she knew it was going to be interesting to watch and she probably wasn't going to like it. Destiny was moved to the every present padded table and arms were tied together over her head. Her legs were put into stirrups her skirt was lifted. She didn't feel too wet yet. "Excellent," said Susan, "The wetness strips have not changed yet." Then the dreaded feeding gag was fitted just as the lights faded out the crowd on the other side of the window. This time it was feed to her from a much higher IV pole and it spilled into her mouth much faster than she was used to. She swallowed as fast as she could but it soon overwhelmed her. She gulped and gulped until she could take no more. Just as she felt about to burst, it stopped. Ling touched her stomach, "She looks pregnant!" Susan's eyes grew wider, "OH MY GOSH! She does. I guess a gallon of special sause has to go somewhere on a skinny thing like Destiny." Ling thought a moment, "You know, I haven't see a belly that big since we gave that sissy the four quart enema!" Susan laughed, "Remind me never to do that again!" Destiny tried not to look at the wall. She knew people were watching her being force fed and most likely wetting herself. Yes, she was wetting herself all right! Her behind was now soaked. Susan confirmed the humiliation. "Ling, I see the strips disappearing. She's wetting pretty heavily," said Susan, "I can see her crotch getting soggier and see it spread down her behind!" Ling walked around to observe from the side, careful not to obstruct the view. They pushed the wheeled table closer to the window. Then each of them turned a crank that lifted Destiny's legs higher and higher until her behind was no longer on the table at all. Ling smiled, "It won't be long now until she leaks out of this one." Susan slid a second diaper under Destiny and unfastened the garters as Ling perforated the one she was already wearing. Liquid dripped out of it as Ling fastened the second diaper around her already soaked bottom. Her garter belt was refitted over the second diaper. Then they let her legs back down and as her behind contacted the table, she felt how warm and damp her bottom had gotten. She felt as if she was wetting a steady stream now. "I think it is time we danced," said Susan, "Shall we leave her here or take her with?" Ling cocked her head to one side and put a finger to her lip, "I think she needs to be about. Let her legs free and I'll remove the gag and hand bindings." When they were finished, the lights were again turned down and it was wall to wall people. Everyone was looking in astonishment. Some, both guys and gals, were pressed up against the glass as they tried to see more. Susan helped Destiny up off the table. Her stomach was very heavy and bloated. She burped a very loud belch from all the air she gulped while trying to keep up with the flow of the bag. She took a few steps and became more aware of her heavy, wet bottom and the swelled padding between her legs. She swayed a bit from the weight as well as the alcohol she'd consumed the hour before. As they exited the room, the hallway, with no room to move, erupted in spontaneous applause. Destiny blushed and Ling and Susan waved. Someone, young woman, cupped a hand to Ling's ear and said something. Destiny didn't know what was said but Ling pulled Destiny to her, turned her back to them and pulled her dress up. Ling allowed the woman to touch Destiny's very wet and soggy behind. Susan used her very authoritative voice, "If you will clear the hall, we will allow you touch Destiny's diaper! Thank you!" OH MY! Destiny was literally the side show freak!

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"Don't look so frightened, little one," said Vincent, "You will not come to any harm that Mistress Susan and Mistress Ling would not already subject you to. I merely wish to document it and make it more widely known." Destiny's mind raced. What if people she knew... or once knew saw her in a video, being spanked, changed and wetting herself? She shuddered to think about what they'd say about her. Still in Robert's arms, she didn't think she'd mind as much as long as it ended in her sexual gratification. Robert looked at Ling and Susan, "May I take Destiny back to the dance floor for a bit?" Ling waved Robert off and smiled, "Surely you have earned it. Keep everyone out of her diapers while you are out there." Robert stood and took Destiny's hand as he straightened her outfit and escorted her out of the room. The crowd had mostly dispersed and Destiny was glad of that. One forward woman placed a slip of paper in Robert's hand right in front her! He accepted it and dropped it in the trash as soon as he had a chance. "Sorry about that, Destiny," Robert said into her ear, "It is just one of those hazards of the life. You'll get used to it because it will happen to you as well." Out on the dance floor they went. She was jazzed up at finally having some fun and tried to forget about all the events of a few minutes ago. The public display and spanking were all but dull memories. After several songs were played and danced to, Destiny was feeling a bit worn. She and Robert had a seat at a vacant table and proceeded to chat. A steady stream of people passed by and winked at her or him or both of them. A few sent drinks over and even one bold fellow sat right down and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Jack. That was quite a show you two put on," said Jack, "Do you do private parties?" Robert sternly told him that the show was just a show, "Look, fellow, we come here for fun. The show is over so be about your own business. OK?" Robert, not being a small guy, didn't even have to raise his voice to run Jack away. Robert decided they'd had enough and escorted Destiny back to the room. As they left, one woman stepped up to Destiny. "Are you being held against your will?" asked the woman holding Destiny from following Robert, "Because if you are, I can help. They do not have the right if you are being forced to do this. Nobody should be confined to diapers or other torment against there will." It was then and there that Destiny realized that she'd started out as a captive but now accepted this and knew it was were she belong, "Are you mad? I freely do this and much more. It is just a scene. Get a life, you troublemaker!" With that, the woman allowed Destiny to pass, even before Robert had a chance to intercede. They returned to the room to find Ling and Susan putting on another show. They watched for a bit as Ling pleasured Susan orally through the viewing window. Destiny felt her diaper grow heavier as her bladder dumped one of her several drinks of the evening. Susan and Ling's show ended and Robert knocked before entering with Destiny. Ling and Susan were still kissing as they sat on the table. Destiny sat on the couch as Robert approached the ladies and told them about the encounter with the activist woman in the club. Ling picked up a phone, "Carmi? Ling here. Robert said she's at it again. Show our uninvited guest the door please." Ling and Susan continued speaking with Robert a bit more before the conversation turned toward Destiny. Susan smiled and walked over to take Destiny's hand, "Darling Destiny! Robert told us how you handled yourself with that evil woman. We are so proud of you! Do you really feel that way?" Destiny knew in her heart that she did not want to leave and could only shake her head 'yes' as a tear rolled down her cheek. Ling and Susan both hugged her as she felt the padding in her diaper swell with the warmth of uncontrollable flow of her bladder contents. Shortly afterwards they left for home. Destiny, still a bit tipsy, was fastened into her seat and given a pacifier for the ride home. She was asleep before they left the parking lot. The next thing she remembered was waking up the next morning with a bit of a hangover and a very soaked, very thick diaper and a feeding bag attached to her mouth. She instinctively sucked at the fluid and the comforting feeling that came with familiar surroundings. Several days after the club night, Destiny realized she no longer felt her bladder fill or empty but only realized that she was constantly wetting. She truly would be in diapers from now on. Even when she was given a bath or shower, she was always dribbling. She was now spanked on a fairly regular schedule which ended in her being rubbed to a climax by one of the ladies. She'd become so used to it that the mere sight of a paddle or other spanking instrument made her wet with desire. A few weeks after the club night, Vincent arrived with film gear and a few hands to help. One woman and one man. They setup lights and cameras in the play room and in Destiny's room. Ling allowed them a small area in a spare bedroom to base out out of and to edit the hours of tape. Destiny was taped 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Her mic was always live. They shot everything from her pleasuring Susan and Ling to her bathroom visits to keep from soiling her diapers. After three days, Destiny had learned to ignore the camera and extra people in the house. So much so that she asked Mistress Ling for a spanking. "Mistress Ling, may I pleasure you so that you may find it fitting to spank me?" asked Destiny, with obvious desire for the pleasure she'd receive after her taste of the paddle or whip. "How bold of you child," smiled Ling with her answer, "You may pleasure me. If I'm sufficiently pleased I will indeed discipline you with the crop." After two solid weeks of being recorded day and night, Vincent proclaimed he had enough for a full DVD. He and his team packed up and left. Destiny had no real sense of time except that they now went to the club once a month after Destiny had been diapered and confined to her crib for several days in a row. She knew that when she was cleaned up and put in a disposable, they were going to the club. Tonight Destiny was dressed in a tight sleeveless black dress with an open back. Despite her protests, the top waistband of her disposable was visible at the base of the plunge. The length was also quite short. If she sat down or bent over, her diaper would be clearly visible. She swallowed hard and followed the ladies to the car. Another night out and another show must go on!

Ever since before I knew they made diapers for adults. Been riding longer than I've been driving. Had all sorts of Jap bikes from pure dirt to dualsport to street nakeds. I don't like those all plasticy bikes with gawdy paint and bumble bee motors with redlines well north of 12,000 RPM! Currently own a liter naked bike. They are more stealthy than crotch rockets, cheaper, easier to work on and just as fast in all but the 150mph+ range where some of the slick body work starts making a differnece.

"Well, I think that was sufficient," said Ling softly, "Now you can give her what she needs." Robert pulled Destiny back to his lap, kissed her and began to build her desire back to a level that even she had not expected. The blood was flowing and the juices were sizzling. Despite her recent spanking at the hands of this man, she was very turned on and very close to exploding. "I think she likes it, Ling," commented Susan, "Perhaps she should always be spanked before we allow her a small release. What do you think?" "I approve," chimed in Ling, "Quite appropriate for a little diaper girl such as we have in Destiny. Quite appropriate indeed." Destiny heard next to none of what was said even though she guessed most of it. It didn't matter because now she was about to have a glorious and much anticipated orgasm. It was something she'd have done much more for if asked. Her bottom was soaked but her body was electrified by the touch of this gentle yet firm master of manipulation. His magic fingers lingered then fleeted away, returned and retreated. A shiver went down her spine and it happened. Her breath was taken away by the ever expanding feelings that pulsated and shuddered through her body. Her limbs went numb and she wilted into Robert's arms. As she again focused her eyes on the surroundings, the lights grew dimmer and the people in the hall could be seen, clapping and cheering. A few held up OK signs with their hands. Women hastily scribbled their numbers on any scrap of paper and pressed them against the glass. One man, towering and solid features, stoicly gave the thumbs up before he turned to leave. Ling looked as Susan, "He was here again. I think he likes the shows we sponsor." "I saw that," replied Susan, "Perhaps he has an interest in common. Should we arrange a meeting?" "It can't hurt," continued Ling, "But I do not want to take another man into training so soon. We've barely gotten Destiny to the point we can take her out in public. Agreed?" Without another word, Susan kissed Ling and stood to seek the tall man with the chiseled features. While she was gone, Robert patted Destiny's head. Her hair was just now long enough to reach the nape of her neck. She thought it thicker than before but that's probably because she had none for so long. Then the door opened and Susan returned, "Ling, this is the gentleman from the hall. I'd like to introduce Mr. Vincent as the man that can provide us with a larger venue." "What exactly is your larger venue, Mr. Vincent?" questioned Ling. "DVD's and web cams to be more precise," answered the strong voiced man, "I'm a producer of erotica with very narrow interests that I think will have a wider appeal. Your shows always seem to be the biggest in the hall and I certainly enjoy them." "So, you make porn?" asked Ling. "Not just porn, Susan, hear him out," commented Susan, "I think he has a great idea." "Not just porn," added Vincent, "Erotica. I'm not about the graphic money shot. I prefer to have a theme and expand on it. To show the nuiances of something like this diaper S&M you've got going on here. I think a much greater audience will appreciate this once I've made a few test scenes. Interested in making a fringe fetish mainstream? There's money, which I know you don't consider, and a chance to make this one a star." Destiny looked around as he pointed to her on that last statement. She was going to be in a DVD in diapers? OH NO! Now the world would see her wet herself and be spanked... and the other, very private thing."

How quaint. Little boy thinks he's in charge. I DID state what I'd do with the money. You politicized it and I simply shed light on the other side of the debate you were defaming, much like you are attempting to malign my character and heritage. Notice I've refrained from your tactics.

The first story I put up on WetSet.net was about a guy that was boxtoxed by his nurse/wife into thinking he had a heart attack or stroke due to over working so he would slow down. I thought Bo was a suitably male sounding name and just adopted it. It has nothing to do with anything else except that one story... as much as I've been tempted to reintroduce it into another story.

Yeah, it was a typo. I was typing quickly and didn't proof it too well. I fixed it now. The point is the same: Real gambling can't get away with the same thing a state-sanctioned rip-off can. Still it was no reason for him to go into sever name calling mode.

I think it is just a sport brief or something. If it is a diaper, it is a belted undergarment but I don't think so.

Ouch! A little testie aren't you! I'm guessing you are a bitter soul. The actual numbers are immaterial as nobody here will ever win. Statistically speaking, if you bought every possible number, you'd spend 2-3 times the advertised payout or 5-6 times the real payout. Severly poor odds. I have personally (PERSONALLY=seen it, heard it with my own eyes and ears) watched people do the things I stated. Period. Fact. Not open for debate. You are the one using tranferance to infer I said those things about you. I was actually referring to some of my own family instances I've witnessed. A cousin sold my mom his food stamps. Mom bought them because she thought it would "help" him get back on his feet. Instead, she just enabled him to continue a downward spiral that will end with him either homeless or in prison or even dead. You can bet that if a Casino calls something a $100,000,000 jackpot, they better have a check for a cool 100 mil on hand and not some lame ass annuity or lump sum of approximately 1/2. I don't play the lottery but I do gamble on occassion. I have much better odds of winning at a slot machine and getting more per dollar played than with lottery tickets. I can drink all night on $20 at the $5 blackjack table! The lottery would be so much different if it was run to the same standards as a REAL gaming establishment. You also don't understand a rhetorical question either. I know the answer to each and every question I asked and THAT is why I don't play the lottery. And last, I can get into the "spirit" of the lottery and did post what I'd do with it but I don't play and didn't comment on the subject until you ranted about how great it was going to be. The cold hard facts are still the facts. Statistically, you will never win and not playing is a better investment. Put your money in lottery tickets and Nigerian bank scams and Russian mob deals and I'll put mine in the bank. Let's see who's a millionaire first.

This is a very private affair, just few 1,000 of us so far means you are 1 in 6,000,000,000. While the odds are horrible (you've got a better chance of winning the lootery "intentional pun") but we have the internet and 1,000's of us have found each other, virtually.

I watched it live and commented on it then. To me, it signified how low someone would stoop for money. It was supposed to be a sad statement even though I laughed when I saw it.

OK, I detest the lottery but for absolutely none of the reasons you espouse. First, the ones buying the tickets are often the ones least able to afford it. The guy in front of me needs a bath, shoes, less beer and should have bought food with his food stamps instead of selling them for 1/2 as much cash. Second, the ones standing in line, trying to decide how to spend the last $2 they just won on the last $20 worth of tickets and holding up the line at my local market really piss me off. Pick a damn ticket and lose your money and get the hell out of my way. I've got milk and gas to pay for. Third, how come they get to say it is a $300 million jackpot when its only a lump sum of $180 million? If you use this logic, I've got a $500,000 house (after all the mortgage payments add up over 30 years!) but it has a lump sump pay out of well under half that. Lastly, why do you get so much better odds in Las Vegas and why do states have such a hard time actually using the money for the reason they got the law passed for? I could care less about the lottery since I don't play. I've been to Las Vegas, I gambled and won a little. At least it was a fair game of chance. The lottery is not honest and would be illegal if it weren't run by the state. Period.

If I won the lottery, I'd not reveal my identity and then set up a corporation to handle my money because I don't want it to run out. Then I'd buy a private jet, a yacht, a small island (like Sir Richard Branson) and I'd travel around the world by boat, plane, motorcycle and car for the rest of my life. I would spend my days scubadiving, motorcycling and racing around my private track! My family would hate me if they found out but I wouldn't pay off their debts, buy them house nor most anything else since it'd ruin them. I'd give them all a nice car, and a pension so they don't have to eat dog food in their old age. I'm a firm believer that people should do useful work as I believe the idle rich are useless. I just need to do some research on it myself. Maybe I'd endow a college scholarship in my name for absorbent materials research and another in behavioral studies, primarily the sexual attachment to non-sexual items. Finally, I would make a big budget, Hollywood style drama movie with a diaper theme. If Brokeback Mountain can win awards, I can hire Dana Delaney and Robert DeNiro (both already wore a diaper in a TV show/movie) to be the stars! I'd get this topic out there without it being in people's faces and let it sink in for a while.

If it is feared you have apnea, it is serious enough you should not be screwing around. If you are not comfortable in diapers with the chance of exposure, I'd bypass the opportunity in favor of your health. If you truly think you need them, then express your concerns to someone at the facility prior to showing up. They have probably already seen it all. Carry on!

Give this a try then. It is more natural and, hopefully, less stressful on the body. First drink plenty of fluids, preferably just water, the whole day. Get your kidneys flowing nearly clear urine. Second, get yourself some dandelion extract. If not available, eat a dandelion salad. Dandelion used to be called pissthebed for a reason. It contains potassium and is a mild diuretic. Have it for supper. Third, take a single melatonin pill. This is the substance that helps you fall asleep if you are ready to sleep. Alternatively you could try valerian tablets. It is a mild natural sedative that will calm you down. Nothing too strong. This might help set your body up for a nocturnal accident. Additionally, if that doesn't do the trick, try putting warm water (just about 100F/38C) in your diaper just before bed. Sometimes it is easier to pee in an already wet diaper.

I'd be a timber wolf. Top of the local food chain and I'd have friends.

True. I was a board user long before I cared about chat here. I write stories so I'm more into reading and writing more lengthy things. Glad to see you branch out, Dubie.

I'd have to say that the public knowing about diapers for other than babies and incontinents is at some very low threshold, just below their awareness. Things like Jackass Show and the America's Top Model stunts just make people laugh. They don't take it seriously. As for Lost having the scenes, take it for what it was worth, they considered it the lowest someone would sink to and still do something for money. I wouldn't say that anyone saw that in a positive light. In my humble opinion, I think the best neutral representation of this fetish (it is, regardless of the non-technical name you wish to associate with) was in the CSI episode that recently re-aired, King Baby. I still would not take anything I've seen to date as "acceptance" of the diapering fetishes. I would say that one of us is in a position to push the envelope and/or others have followed or have taken the chance to stretch the nappy even farther.

If you have the urge to spill your nappy to the world, don't pursue a job in a confidential field! There is not one single person I know that I have told. I'll take this to my (hopefully very far in the future) grave. I wouldn't tell someone intimate details of my sex life and this ranks up there with it.

Well, the girl on the home page looked young and one of his exchanged links was for a place advertising yummy 6 year olds. I'm guessing I'll never visit again even if it was free. However, if you don't like the way he does business, you are free to cancel your subscription. Money talks, everything else is BS.

Yeah, I saw it and posted an hour and a half before you did, Lost Diapers! http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=2412 It was a lame show and that was the only high point of the show after seeing the whole show.