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  1. Just had my doctor visit where I talked to my doctor about wearing diapers all the time I did not say I want to be incontinent I said I have some form of body dysmorphia where my brain body doesn't match my physical body. I want to be able to wear diapers and use them all the time. And I mean it was no surprise insurance wouldn't cover them well actually they didn't really even ask because I didn't really have any problems in the bathroom department. The doctor did ask if I pee and poop in the diapers and I said yes LOL. He also asked if I was wearing one at the moment and I said yes. From the way my doctor acted it seems like he would have been more than happy to say yeah you can wear diapers and here's all the diapers for free if he could. Anyways that's all that happened I got a no we can't do that. And at the very least it's charted somewhere that I want to wear diapers.
  2. I'm curious why my story was removed titled Max's diaper daze?
  3. Max’s Diaper Daze a Daddy Day Care fanfiction I did not write this story I merely commissioned it. Feel free to repost this. It was another busy afternoon at Daddy Day Care. The ordinary suburban home was abuzz with activity, screeching children running about while spraying each other with foam darts from brightly colored NERF weapons. Charlie, a handsome man with a hint of five o’clock shadow, kept one foot in and one foot out of the back door, trying to keep a handle on things. “Woah, Jamie! Watch what you’re doin’ with that! You’re gonna put an eye out or somethin!” Charlie shouted, eyes going wide as a young girl sprinted past carrying a battle-scarred plastic sword. A moment later, Tony sprinted past, dressed head to toe in a spandex Flash outfit. “Slow down! You’re gonna trip and bust your dang head open!” “Relax, would you? What’s the worst that could happen?” Beside him, Phil took a long swing from a bright red can of Coca-Cola. In his late thirties with a gradually receding hairline and dark sunglasses, he seemed completely unperturbed by the chaotic scene. “We’ve got liability insurance, right?” “Yeah, but I don’t want no lawyers going over everything with a magnifying glass!” Charlie sighed, taking a deep breath while glancing up at the nest of paper wasps slowly expanding at the far end of the porch. “We’re here to do this right, not earn ourselves a newspaper headline man.” “You were a market executive, right? You should have that P.R. management in the bag.” Phil turned around to stick his hand for a family-size bag of Fritos. It was at that moment that Charlie noticed the strange expression on Phil’s son, Max, standing beneath a large oak tree that shaded about half the backyard. “Hey, uh…Max is making a face.” “Oh jeez…that’s the face.” Turning around, Phil grimaced as he noticed the far-off stare beneath Max’s raven curls. Max bit his bottom lip, his face turning a pleasing shade of cherry as he seemed to strain. The elastic waistband of a plastic-backed Luvs diaper was clearly visible sticking out of his tight-fitting athleisure pants. “You know the face?” “He’s pooping again?” Charlie asked, taking a few steps forward to be within easy earshot of Max. A moment later, he was greeted with several rude noises from the toddler’s rear. Prrrt. Pbbbblt. Prrrrrsh. “Oh jeez, he is. Should we…take him to the bathroom?” he asked. “No way. He hasn’t gone in a week.” Max’s face turned beet red as he grimaced, lips pulling away from his teeth. Clenching his fists, his pudgy tummy flexed beneath his t-shirt as a small bulge formed in the back of his pants. “It’s gonna be bad.” “He really should be going once a day,” Charlie replied, listening to a few more muddy farts before Max released the vile load into his Luvs. Blort! The seat of his pants ballooned outward, a heavy mass sliding into his disposable potty. A sly smile creeped across his face as he bent down to return to his bright yellow Tonka truck. “Are you gonna do something about that?” “Can you change him again? I just can’t.” Phil had the thousand-yard stare of a soldier neck-deep in the trenches. A dark shade of chartreuse became apparent on his cheeks as he audibly retched. “I really can’t, Charlie.” “Okay, fine, I can do it. Last time he tried to change himself and I had to clean the bathroom, it took an entire bottle of Costco bleach to get it back to something resembling clean.” Charlie shuddered, thinking of spending several hours cleaning bodily fluids off every surface imaginable—including the ceiling. “But you really need to potty-train him.” “He was potty-trained! Then his mother started giving him Lego and Hot Wheels in exchange for going in his diapers just to spite me,” Phil replied with a deep sigh. “Now the kid won’t even look at a potty without bribes I can’t afford to pay.” “Alright, I’ll handle it.” Magnani loafers tapping lightly against the brick walkway, Charlie padded up to Max and tugged back the waistband of his Luvs to inspect the damage. He wrinkled his nose as the distinct, sickly-sweet smell of a full diaper assaulted his nose. A huge log was nestled up against Max’s bottom, curled in the back of his diaper like a reticulated python. “Oh jeez. Let’s get your diaper changed, little man.” Max whined, keeping hold of his Tonka as Charlie took his hand and escorted him to the designated changing room. The toddler walked with a pronounced waddle, obviously weighed down by the voluptuous load in his Luvs. Charlie had to half-drag him the last few feet to the commercial grade changing table, a hulking piece of furniture with a step stool at one end. “So, why aren’t you pooping every day, buddy?” Charlie asked. “Um…I dunno,” Max replied, diaper sagging in his pants as he ascended up and onto the changing table. He turned around, plopping down with a wet squelch on the vinyl changing mat. Charlie tugged down his pants, exposing Barney’s smiling face just above the yellow-tinted padding. There was a firm and prominent bulge from his seat, the Luvs barely managing to contain the load. “I just didn’t hafta go before.” “Do you want to keep wearing diapers or use the big boy potty?” Charlie assembled the necessary supplies off to the side before setting to work. Separating the sticky tapes from the landing strip, he allowed Max’s bloated diaper to fall open. “Phew! What was Phil feeding you, little man?” Max shot Charlie a grin with several missing teeth as he used what little clean padding remained to scrape the worst of the sticky mess off Max’s bottom. It was like cleaning up after the otter exhibit at the zoo, the smelly muck caked around the toddler’s prince parts. Warming the Pampers wipes before setting to work, Max began by cleaning around his taint and balls. “No, I want to wear diapees. I like goin’ poopies on Barney.” “Well, do you like making big poopies?” Once a few brown-stained wipes had accumulated in a pile beneath Max’s bottom, he rolled the old Luvs up for disposal. Completely stuffed with an enormous load of pee-pee and poopies, it made a satisfying squack as it landed in the bottom of the Diaper Genie. “I love making big poopies, but I don’t like my tummy hurting,” Max replied. Once Charlie was confident that Max was clean enough that his fresh diaper would catch everything left behind, he unfolded a thick Luvs diaper and slid it under the toddler’s chubby bottom. “Uh oh!” he suddenly exclaimed, as an ominous growl came from his gut. “Uh oh?” Charlie asked, a moment before he noticed the redness spreading around Max’s cheeks. Like a groundhog peeking out of its den, he noticed that another firm log was already crowning from the toddler’s bottom. There was a sharp crackle as Charlie brought the diaper into place, just in time to contain the second load. “Uh oh, Max! You had to go again?” “Uh…hnng…huh…mrmph!” Max grunted, his bladder releasing as well as he destroyed his freshly changed diaper. The toddler seemed to relish in blasting Barney’s smiling face with pee-pee as the hissing intensified. Blort! Pssssssshhhhhh! “I hadda make big poopies!” “You really had to go!” Charlie raised an eyebrow, watching Max’s Luvs expand as he grunted, strained, and farted into his crinkly diaper. Like a Captain Planet villain, the toddler wasn’t satisfied until he’d caked every inch of his Luvs with waste. “All done, little man?” “Y-yeah,” Max said, letting out a final, bubbly fart. He giggled as Charlie set to work for a second time, this time more of a challenge because the mess had spread nearly waistband-to-waistband in his Luvs. Working only with wipes, Charlie set to work, paying extra attention to the toddler’s prince parts to ensure they were clean. “Wow! Those are cold,” Max remarked, as Charlie wrapped his balls in a wet wipe. “Oh, sorry little man. Let me warm the next one up for you,” Charlie replied, using one hand to keep the toddler suspended by the ankles. “How’s this?” he asked, stroking another wipe across the toddler’s silky-smooth bottom. “Much better,” Max replied with a toothy grin. “You know you should be pooping once a day.” Charlie slid a wipe between the toddler’s cheeks to ensure he was clean before adding his vile Luvs to the growing pile of dirty diapers that had accumulated from the day’s changes. “But if you like big poopies, we can give you fiber supplements that would help make them pretty big.” “I dunno,” Max replied, idly kicking his feet while Charlie massaged viscous baby oil into his delicate skin. Sliding a fresh Luvs under his bottom, Charlie activated the leak guards before applying a dusting of sweet-smelling cornstarch powder. Charlie put on the best understanding look that he could manage. “I get it, little man. You only go once a week because your dad doesn’t like changing your diapers, right?” he asked. “Yeah! Mommy likes when I make poopies, but Daddy hates it.” He grabbed hold of a toddler-appropriate puzzle toy and began flipping through the colors while Charlie snugly fastened a fresh diaper around his waist. Carefully centering the sticky tapes on each side of Barney’s head, he made sure the fit was even before rubbing each tape a few times with his thumb. “Well, how about this? You start pooping in your diapers once a day, and any time that you need a change, you can just come across the street and I’ll handle it. Sound good?” he asked, sliding Max’s pants back on and bringing his t-shirt back down. “Yeah, that sounds good to me!” Max giggled, skittering down the stairs and back onto the deep-pile carpet. The familiar odor of diaper rash cream tinged with a hint of the meaty odor of stale diapers diffused through the air as Max waddled away, his Luvs-clad bottom fully exposed beneath his t-shirt. Charlie took a moment to empty a can of air freshener before heading out into the living room. Feeling relieved, Charlie took a seat in a weathered leather armchair in the corner of the room. He kicked a few broken crayons out of the way before closing his eyes for just a moment. Crossing his leather loafers, he almost managed to unwind from the extraordinary effort of changing Max’s diaper—but was rudely interrupted by a muddy fart. Charlie cracked an eye open. Max was standing a few feet away, playing with a neon pink Barbie Dreamhouse. While sliding one of the battered dolls up to the penthouse using the hand-pulled elevator, a pleased expression suddenly overtook his face. Prrrrbt. Pbbbblt. Prrrrrsh. “Are you goin’ stinky?” Charlie asked, watching Max bear down and brace his weight against the plastic structure. The toddler rose to his tiptoes and grunted, raven curls swaying across his forehead as stress wrinkles bunched up around his chin. “Hnng…I’m going poopies…mrmph…on Barney!” Max groaned, as a visible bulge formed in the back of his Luvs. The thick plastic shell crinkled as the leg cuffs pulled away from his inner thighs, exposing a distinct brown tint visible through the leak guards. “Guh!”” “Go stinky then. I’ll change you when you’re done.” Charlie kept an eye on the toddler as he did his business, Max deepening his squat as his seat became totally packed. He was impressed that such an enormous mess could fit inside such a diminutive body. Each wet fart spread the chocolate stain further across the snow-white padding, until Max’s Luvs looked ready to burst. “All done?” he asked once the toddler sighed with relief. “Yeah, all done.” Max swayed his hips from side to side and playfully giggled. “It looks like I have a tail, hehe!” “Well, let’s see what the damage is.” Charlie gave the bulge in Max’s seat a firm smush to see how full his diaper really was. While the bulge somewhat flattened as the mess was squished against his bottom, the back remained quite bulgy. “Wow! You made a really big poopy, huh?” Max nodded, blushing with a mixture of pride and embarrassment at having his mucky Luvs on full display. His thighs were forced several inches apart by the bloated diaper, each step causing the swollen padding to visibly jiggle. “Y-yeah…Barney’s all stinky and icky!” “Well, I think this is the perfect opportunity to show Phil exactly how it’s done. What do you think?” Seeing Max’s approving nod, Charlie headed out to join him on the back porch. Several Velcro-tipped NERF darts hung off Phil’s shirt, while what appeared to be red Kool-Aid had been spilled all over his khaki shorts. “What is it this time? Hopefully, no one got into the Tide Pods again.” “Naw, man. I just really need to show you how to change a diaper.” Charlie gestured for him to follow him inside. Stepping inside, Phil immediately recoiled at the noticeable odor of Max’s full diaper radiating through the room. “It’s not that bad. Look—let me grab you my emergency kit.” Sprinting over to the bathroom, Charlie grabbed a Hello Kitty diaper bag overflowing with enough supplies to change an entire daycare. He reached into the side pocket and came up with a pair of latex gloves and a small jar of Vicks VapoRub. “That’s great and all, but I don’t have a stuffy nose,” Phil replied with a wary scowl. “Just put a schmear beneath your nose. It really cuts down on the smell.” Unrolling a flexible vinyl changing mat, Charlie spread it across the floor while a few kids gathered around to observe the diaper-changing process. “Make sure to have a changing mat handy. Can you hop onto it, Max?” Charlie asked. Max nodded, plopping his packed Luvs down with a muffled splorch. Charlie unfurled a fresh diaper, smoothing out the wings before setting the toddler down on it. “Now, you want to make sure you have a clean diaper down there to catch any ‘accidents.’ Otherwise, you might end up gettin’ a little golden fountain right up in your face.” Popping open a turquoise plastic tub of Pampers wipes, Charlie tugged several free, keeping them handy as he undid the sticky tapes. Only slightly flinching at confronting the enormous load packed inside the bloated Luvs, Charlie used the mostly clean front as a large wipe to get the worst of the mess off Max’s bottom. “Always make sure to use the diaper first. That way, you won’t exhaust your supply of wipes every single change.” “That is so gross,” Phil remarked, in surprisingly good spirits with two enormous globs of VapoRub situated beneath his nostrils. He watched as Charlie finished with the old diaper, folding it into a neat ball for disposal. “How do you keep so composed while you’re face-first in the trenches? It’s like one of the swamps of Dagobah.” “You do what you need to do, man.” Charlie raised the clean diaper up, just in time to catch a spurt of pee. The thirsty padding easily absorbed it as Phil breathed an audible sigh of relief. Max giggled, clearly amused by the situation as he fiddled with an Optimus Prime action figure he’d grabbed from off to the side. “See what I mean about the fresh diaper?” “Okay, I get it now.” Phil nodded as Charlie coated the toddler’s rear with a thick dusting of baby powder. He ran his fingertips lightly around Max’s prince parts to ensure all his crevices and folds were coated with a thick layer. “Is the baby powder really necessary?” “It helps prevent diaper rash. Plus, it’ll help with the smell, even if it’s just a small improvement.” After squirting a little baby oil across Max’s rosy cheeks, Charlie brought the front up and snugly fastened the front tapes, using Barney’s face as a guide. “Try and get a nice, even tape job. Use the cartoon character on the landing strip as a reference point.” “Huh, I never thought about that. Maybe that’s why I kept dealing with so many leaks.” Phil’s eyes lit up as he watched Charlie perform a minute adjustment to keep the tapes centered. Then, Charlie lifted the toddler up, running his hand along the leg cuffs to ensure they formed a tight seal. “You’ve really got this down to a science.” “I’ve changed a lot of diapers,” Charlie replied matter-of-factly. Setting Max down, he tossed Phil the balled-up diaper like a softball. “Go and toss that for me, would you? And empty the Diaper Genie while you’re at it. I think it’s about to burst.” “Ugh, why couldn’t you have done that!” Phil grumbled under his breath as he walked away, trying not to grip the soiled diaper too tightly. Charlie sighed with relief as he stood up and ripped his gloves off. “We really need to potty-train these kids,” he said, voice trailing off. “But I don’t gotta get potty-trained, right?” Max asked, looking up at Charlie with soft hazel eyes. He looked quite cute in his Barney Luvs, the thirty padding already slightly damp. “I like not having to stop playing to use the potty. It’s so fun to watch all my yucky Luvs get eaten by the diapee pail!” “No, you don’t have to.” Charlie watched Phil step back in, bearing a bloated stinky sausage packed with dirty Huggies, Luvs, and Pull-Ups. He was obviously straining under the weight, sweat beading on his forehead. “Yo Phil. Anytime that your kid needs a poopy diaper change and you don’t have the stomach, just have him come over to my house, okay?” “Y-yeah…I’ll do that!” Phil replied, vanishing out the front door. Max waddled off with a bright grin, clearly enjoying the thick disposable potty taped around his bottom. Collapsing back into his armchair, Charlie sighed and squirted Purell onto his hands. While providing childcare involving a constant barrage of unpleasant stimuli, there was nothing more rewarding than a child’s smile…
  4. Not sure how to respond to this so I will respond in joking fashion if you know a way to get multiple sclerosis and you're holding out on us feel free to share. not sure why you guys want me to waste money on cheap diapers
  5. Okay so let's say I talked to a therapist and they agree that diapers would help my mental conditions whatever that is. Why shouldn't the insurance I'm already on be able to pay for them? I just don't really see a difference between this and something else that I need like eyeglasses just in a little different fashion. I mean I might not physically need diapers but maybe mentally I do. At least that's kind of what I'm getting at. And it's still the same I mean to be completely honest I highly doubt anything is going to come of this. But I don't know I don't see any harm in asking.
  6. did you both miss the part where I said my friend gets crinkles on insurance? The exact same insurance I get. State issued insurance. Not saying I would get prescribed diapers but he is able to get crinkles. well I am a long ways off from surgery. Not even sure if that's really what I even want. maybe just being able to wear diapers 24/7 would be enough for me. Also thanks for the tip I will tell the doctor I do not intend to cause myself any harm. And I'm not going to do anything like perform surgery or anything on myself. It's interesting you mentioned wanting daily diapers to have a medical doctor and mental health professional. Not sure how it's done over there where you live but in America they wouldn't be able to really do much. in America a doctor couldn't prescribe anything or really tell you anything more than go and talk to your regular doctor if they were on a forum. And even then that might be too much.
  7. I have a friend who got insurance to cover crinklz. I wonder why you think a doctor would think that? Not that it's any of your business but I do have plenty of documentation on health issues of the mental kind. And at the moment I'm looking at getting a psychological evaluation to see if I qualify for certain services. And I wouldn't mind talking to a psychologist about this. But of course you wouldn't be telling me this if you didn't already have a doctorate in Psychology and understanding of the medical field in the United States. not really sure what loosinb control is a slow process and the weather have to do in common. But I'm not outside in 115 degree weather anyways. It's called getting an Uber or at most waiting 5 minutes for a bus.
  8. So I'm going to be talking to my doctor about wanting to be incontinent. I've been wearing diapers for a long time when I can afford them. And that's also something I'm going to bring up. I'm also looking for some ways that I can get diapers so I can wear them for a whole month without it costing me like $400 to $700. Which I cannot afford on government benefits. Does anyone have any tips or advice or anything? I talked to my therapist and I'm probably going to talk to her again about it. There was a bit of a misunderstanding she thought I wanted to quit wearing diapers. So yeah just wondering if anyone has any advice?
  9. So I'm going to be getting a story commissioned involving the Daddy Day Care characters and that 6-year-old Max getting a messy diaper changed. I'm wondering if anyone knows of any other good websites besides this one where I could post that story? I will definitely be posting it here as long as it is allowed.
  10. I guess this is not what I was thinking. I will leave this let's close this. I'm not going to answer other things.
  11. Maybe I misunderstood I'm not sure. I was just expecting questions in the thread. And I guess I was more expecting real world questions not stuff like is he going to get a bottle and stuff like that.
  12. So I'm kind of doing an experiment. So first off I'm hoping this is okay. I was told stories about kids as long as they're not sexual are okay so I'm hoping a kind of roleplay type thing as long as it's not sexual is okay. Secondly this role play is open to anyone and basically I'm role playing like I run a daycare and have a 6 year old that wears diapers and I changed his diaper. So feel free to ask questions stuff like that. Oh also please keep covid related questions out of the role play. Those will be ignored if they are asked. In this role play covid isn't a thing. Once again hopefully this is okay if it isn't delete this. Thanks So I run a daycare out of my house. I am a lady in my 40s. And I have 8 kids aged 2 years old to 8 years old. And I recently got a six-year-old and to my surprise the six-year-old was still in diapers. On one hand yes he should be potty trained but on the other I don't really see what the big fuss is. I mean yes I had to check his diaper because he didn't tell me if he needed a change. I mean yes he wears bigger diapers I didn't know they made size 7 Huggies diapers. But the Lion King characters are cute on them. And yeah I mean he's bigger bigger private areas he makes bigger poops. But I mean it's still manageable. Today was actually the first time I changed a messy diaper of his. Since I run a daycare out of my house I just changed the kids on the floor I make sure they are on a mat and just in front of everyone. The six-year-old in question doesn't seem to care that people watch him get a diaper change I guess it must be normal for him. Some of the kids did have comments said he must have really had to go to the bathroom. I told them that they would probably make the same size poop. Anyways so I got him cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. Hilariously enough his poopy diaper would not fit in the Diaper Genie so I had to throw it in the trash. I will probably see if I can get some other kind of diaper pail or something. I might add some more details in the future or when I changed him again there might be some more stuff that comes up. Anyways I open it up to you for questions what do you think?
  13. did you even read my original post? Please private message me a video that meets my criteria.
  14. So I am wondering what website I can go to that I can watch diaper changes? I mean actual diaper changes with poop and pee with someone else changing the person not with the person changing themselves. A lot of the stuff I see just doesn't seem to be for me like I don't care about looking at people wearing diapers pooping and peeing in them that's okay but it's like I want to see the diaper change itself. And I just can't seem to find any good places.
  15. Yeah it's a well-known artist furry artist Colt3n also it was released on April fools of 2020. April 1st 2020
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