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I cut a bunch of the "feel wet cold spots" out of some pullups and stuck them in my diaper once.

Channelling my Sally Field (from Smokey and the Bandit)... These cheeks here (pointing at my face). The facial includes a neck and shoulder message. My old hair salon was somewhat of a man spa.

I've worn a diaper to a facial treatment. They let you get undressed and under the covers so I took off everything but the diaper.

I'm almost certainly diapered. Often I also wear a onesie or other little-ish clothes with it.

I wore a diaper during colonoscopy prep all the way up to the point where the put me on the table to take me into the procedure.

The letter I got said that there was an injunction against their operating while the case progresses. This is a bad sign even if they are still fighting.

I worked from home for a year. My office was on the lowest floor of our three level townhouse (most of the living space was on the second floor). My office also had a bathtub so I'd often do some "planning" in the bubble bath, scrawling notes with my bath crayons on the tiles. The rest of the time I spent in a t-shirt and diaper. Periodically, my wife (who worked in an office) would let me know she was bringing someone home and I should put pants on.

Try the A+D. Still stinks.

I love the original Dr. Boudreaux's Butt Paste that comes in the jars. Love slathering it up in my crack and all over.

So if I play Draft Kings, I don't have to wear a diaper? Only if you want to.

Never went to a fire diapered, but I was diapered up when I got a panicked call that they needed a paramedic for a call on I-95. I had just messed my diaper so did a quick clean up and put another on just in case and met them at the on-ramp (not far from my apartment) to make it to the call.

I'm getting ready to fly away for the weekend and this cartoon came to mind...

Jason decided he needed to get out of the house for a while. He headed over to the campus proper, found a men's room, and sat down on the toilet, thinking. Did Kristin really mean it when she said she’d let him get control back and have unlocked access? Why was he even thinking about this? This was all stupid, but he couldn’t see returning to working in the dining hall and scraping together money for his tuition, even if that was possible. He wandered aimlessly across campus. A girl walked toward him on the sidewalk. His eyes focused on her large breasts and his stomach rumbled. He snapped out of it. This is how warped his life had come, that he equated tits with being fed. He looked at her, and she smiled. She’d probably be repulsed if she knew what he had been thinking. He decided to sit by the student union and force himself to look at girls and try not to think about whether they would feed him or change his diaper. He found it hard. He also found that none of them caused the attraction he had for Kristin. For the next few nights, he slept in the crib. He allowed Kristin to nurse him and take care of him but he needed to sort things out about their relationship. She tried snuggling up with him but decided to let him have his alone time. He talked to some of the other “babies.” He found out his situation was not uncommon. Some had learned to hate their situation and their mommies, and others were just disillusioned. After a week, Kathy called him into the office and inquired if everything was OK. Had Kristin mentioned to her that he was having problems? Was Kathy going to recommend some other drastic action, like force feeding or drugs to make him incontinent? But she seemed cool. She just let him know that they had obtained a scholarship for him and that they were working on an internship for him for the summer. It was back to being the “too good to be true” reality. He dressed for dinner one Friday night. They were serving filet mignon in the dining room. Here was something that he had hardly even heard of before coming to the sorority. He was eating top notch steak not the mystery meat from the dormitory dining hall. He sipped a glass of fine cabernet to go with it, something he wouldn’t even be allowed to partake in, let alone afford outside. And finally, as he was finishing off his potato, he looked at Kristin. She smiled at him and his wine-softened insides melted. Deciding to skip the dessert course, he stood and held out his hand to her. They retreated to their room and he nursed basking in the comfort of sucking the sweet, warm milk from her breast. He proceeded to remove the rest of her clothes. Jason decided he could tough out the next years in the sorority. If Kristin kept her word and he was allowed the toilet outside the house, he could deal with being diapered and even having to use them inside the house. He decided he enjoyed the nursing and was quite bonded to her now. Sleeping cuddled up to her made it all worthwhile. When Thanksgiving came, he had regained enough control that with forcing himself to use the toilet periodically, he could make it through without wetting or soiling himself. Kristin had found some Depend product that was more like regular underwear that provided him some backup. Things went fine at home. He was back to normal underwear for Christmas break meaning he wouldn’t have to explain why he didn’t have any in the laundry when he went back home. It was nice seeing his family but he longed for Kristin and the comforts of the house. He can’t remember the last time he had his mother’s signature dish: “Kraft Mac and Cheese.” All too soon, he was back at college, in diapers, in the rooms he shared with Kristin. He was genuinely glad to see her again. He felt he could gut this out for the next three and a half years. One day, while they were in the room at the house, Kristin came to him. “My friend Emily is getting married on President’s Day weekend. Do you want to come with me?” “Where is it and when?” “Back where I grew up. The wedding is on Saturday, but I have some events on Friday, so I’ll probably go up on Thursday.” Jason looked at his schedule. “I have an exam on Friday morning,” he said. Kristin thought about this a second. “No problem. You can fly out Friday afternoon. One of my parents can pick you up. I’ll pack all your stuff in my bag, so you can bring your laptop or whatever you want to have with you on the plane.” Jason couldn’t think of any reason this wouldn’t work. A few weeks passed and he found himself in a house-provided limousine heading for the airport. He went through security hoping the diaper wouldn’t cause any issues. He made it through and to the gate and looked at his boarding pass. Seat 1A. Holy crap. He’d never flown first class before. The flight attendant offered him a drink, but he only asked for a coke. On arrival, he walked into the terminal and found an older but quite attractive woman holding a small cardboard sign with his name written on it. Then he realized that he must be looking at Kristin’s mother. “Mrs. Wood?” he inquired. “Yes, you must be Jason,” she said, smiling. “I’ve got the car waiting outside.” They got into another limo. “Kristin is out with the rest of the bridesmaids getting their hair done. You can hang out with me until she is done. There’s a bachelorette party tonight, but Kristin thought you might want to accompany the groom and his friends to their party.” “That sounds like fun,” Jason admitted. After a time, they arrived at a large house. Of course, it would be. Everything associated with Kristin appeared bigger than life. “My husband will be home soon. But, I bet after the trip you’ll need your diaper changed.” Jason froze. Her mother knew about the diapers. Sensing his apprehension, she continued. “Don’t worry. I know all about Delta Phi. I am one myself.” “Oh,” was all Jason could manage. She led him up to a room with a changing table and patted it. This one had steps leading up to it, which made getting on it easier. “When in Rome,” he thought to himself. He let Kristin’s mother clean him up. She then went to a closet and pulled out one of his rompers. I guess he’d be wearing that around the house. “Kristin chose this for you to wear,” she said, holding it up. “It's very cute.” Jason allowed himself to be changed into the outfit. She then sat in a chair on the other side of the room. You’re probably thirsty, too,” she said, unbuttoning her shirt. This couldn’t be happening, he thought. It’s OK,” she said. I’ve got plenty.” He allowed himself to be guided to her nipple. This was a different experience from doing it with Kristin but not unpleasant. He had just started when a man’s voice called up, “Honey, I’m home.” “Up here, Jim,” she called out. Jason looked over to see a man in a business suit enter the room. “Hey, save some for me,” he said. “I’ve got plenty,” Kristin’s mother said. “OK, let me get this monkey suit off while you finish.” He proceeded to take off his suit jacket laying it carefully on another chair in the room. He pulled off his tie and set that aside and then his dress shirt. Finally, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. To Jason’s surprise, he was diapered. His eyes grew wide, and he stopped nursing. “Jim and I were in Delta Phi together. Then we got married. We’ve been carrying on ever since.” “And you still are his mommy?” Jason said with a surprise. “Of course, for most members, Delta Phi is a lifetime bond.” Jason felt like a lightning bolt had struck him. He had assumed that this baby game ended when they moved out of the sorority house, but it became evident that Kristin’s father was still a baby. Just then, Kristin appeared. “I see you’ve met both my parents.” At this point, her father was moving to reach his wife’s breast. “Let me show you to our room.” Jason followed her to the room. “Your mother changed my diaper,” he admitted. “That’s good.” “And she nursed me,” he said sheepishly. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. He reddened. “It’s OK.” “Your father is a baby?” “Of course. They were Delta Phi and got married right after graduation.” “I didn’t know…” he started. “Didn’t know it kept going after college.” “Well, it doesn’t have to. But for couples who end up getting married, it’s the usual way. You don’t want to do it?” “I hadn’t even thought about marriage.” Kristin pouted. “I mean, I do love you and thought maybe one day, if I stuck it out until graduation, I’d be OK.” “You’re going to be OK.” “Anyhow, I’ve got to get dressed for the bachelorette party. The best man is coming by to pick you up to go to the bachelor party.” “What am I going to wear?” he said. “I picked that outfit for you.” She smiled and then realized his confusion. “Don’t worry, the others are all Delta Phi as well.” Sure enough, another young man in toddler attire soon appeared to take me to the party. “I’m Nate, by the way. Delta Phi at Princeton.” I introduced myself. “So is everybody at the stag going to be Delta Phi?” I asked. “Of course, we wouldn’t dress like this otherwise.” Our car soon arrived at a building with a discreet sign that said “Delphi Club,” Rather than pulling to the front door we proceeded to a side entrance. A uniformed man met us let us in. “Delphi?” I asked. “It’s an exclusive club for Delta Phi alums. You go in the front door, and you’d think it was any exclusive membership club. In the side, you get into some restricted spaces.” “Sort of like the Sorority house,” I observed. “Exactly. Except people don’t live here. Well, they do have some rooms for out-of-town DPs that have come to visit. There are Delphi clubs all over the country, and even in cities like London and Paris.” My head started swimming. I heard that Delta Phis had a lot of influence, but I was now realizing its magnitude in the world beyond college campuses. We entered a room with similarly attired young men and I was introduced around as Kristin’s friend. A scantily clad woman popped up to me and asked if I wanted a drink. I paused. While I had enjoyed wine in the house dining room I never had ordered a mixed drink. Sensing my indecision, she cupped her breasts in her hands, “This or something from the bar?” “Maybe a bit later,” I said. Was she really offering what I thought? Nate came and clapped me on the back. “Having a good time? If you want that kind of drink, don’t wait too long. The groom may suck them all dry before long.” He pointed at a man nursing from another of the girls. “That’s Luke, he’s the groom. Let’s go to the bar.” I explained that I’d never really drank other than wine at the house and some purloined beers back in high school. He explained that it was OK in the club, don’t over do it. He ordered me a Moscow Mule, and it wasn’t bad. I chatted with a number of the guys, mostly about our lives in Delta Phi and our mommies. Unlike some of the grumblings I heard from other babies at the house, these seemed wholly happy with the life. One of the girls would come by from time to time and offer drinks. I had one fetch me another mule. After a while, one slid right up against me and smiled. “Ready for that drink? You said ‘maybe later’.” I realized she was the first one to have offered. “I was saving some for you.” She pushed me onto a chair. I finally figured I had to try. She got in my lap and lowered the shoulder of her gown and raised the nipple to my lips. I hugged her as I nursed. It was interesting, but my mind wandered to Kristin. I finished and thanked her. She tapped me on the nose and said “You’re cute.” Then she bounded away. The party broke up, and not too inebriated, Nate drove me back to Kristin’s house. Kristin was already in bed and I curled in next to her. “Have a good time?” she asked. “Yes.” I thought for a minute. “Your parents don’t have a problem with us sleeping together?” I asked. “Of course, not. We’re Delta Phi.” I slept well, and when I woke up, I found my tux laid out with a note from Kristin telling me that the limo would pick me up at three, and in the interim, I was free. I went to the kitchen, and Kristin’s father sat there reading the paper and drinking coffee. “Coffee?” he said. I agreed. He called for a woman and asked her to bring me coffee. “Anything else? She does a great omelet?” I settled on a cheese omelet and the woman disappeared and returned with the coffee. “So, are you doing well in Delta Phi?” he asked. “Yes, The whole thing is like a fairy tale. And Kristin is a wonderful girl.” “Glad to hear that. Yes, she is. Not everybody can adjust to being Delta Phi. It takes a strong-willed woman and a committed baby.” “I’m realizing that now. I do know some at the house that are not coping well. It was rough at first for me.” We talked a bit more about my studies and what I’d be interested in. We spoke about my upbringing and how I was scraping even to get to college. He finally went to a desk and produced a card. “Here’s my personal contact info. If there is anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask. I know how it is. I came out of a lower-class family as well. I smiled. Later in the day, I got showered, shaved, and into the tux. The limo arrived and took me to a large church. Inside, Nate came and welcomed me and I met the groom again. We were directed to a side room off the altar. “This is the time for Luke to be nervous,” he quipped. Soon we were called to our places at the front of the church. The music started, and a progression of bridesmaids came down the aisle. All dressed quite impressively. I saw Kristin enter, her dress accenting her breasts. My stomach rumbled. “Later,” I said to myself. She smiled at me while taking her position. The wedding march started, and the bride, who was quite beautiful, was escorted down the aisle by a man I presumed to be her father. I looked at her, but my eyes kept returning to Kristin. She was stealing glances back to me as well. Soon, the ceremony was over, and groomsmen paired up with bridesmaids as we left the church. Nate and Kristin joined arms as I waited my turn. A shorter girl was paired with me and I took her by the arm. Outside the church, Kristin dragged Nate over to us and said “OK, Chelsea, I’ll trade you now.” She pushed Nate toward the girl and pulled me away. We headed off to the reception. All through this, I was regarding Kristin. I basked in her glow when closed and longed for her when we were separated. Soon, the party would be over, and we’d be home in bed. Could we make love in her parent’s house. I suppose it was allowed or even expected. I thought about what Kristin’s father had said to me about him helping. We had an afternoon flight, so this could be doable. Early the next morning I shared my plans with him over coffee. He agreed to help. As his wife and Kristin appeared for breakfast, her father made a convincing explanation that he wanted to show me his office. He suggested that we all meet for lunch right before we headed to the airport. We returned to the Delphi club, this time through the front door and were escorted to a private dining room. After ordering a glass of wine and taking a few sips for courage, I slid my chair back and announced I had something to say to Kristin. I knelt down before Kristin, took her hand, and asked, “Will you marry me?” She smiled and asked back, “Are you sure?” “I am. We don’t have to do it right away if you don’t want. We can wait until graduation. But I am certain this is what I want. Even staying Delta Phi forever. It doesn’t seem to have harmed your father.” “Yes, I will marry you. It’s what I’ve hoped for,” she replied. I retrieved the small box from my pocket and opened it. Kristin’s eyes grew wide. “How did you?” Then she realized that this shopping was what her father and I were doing this morning. “Dad!” she blushed. I slid the ring on her finger and kissed her. I sailed through the rest of my college days, living the life at the sorority and doing influential internships in the summer. I landed an incredible job with references from several Delta Phis. Kristin and I made planes for the wedding and life was good. A bit wet below the waist, but good.

I get a case of megamax on regular schecule form Northshore Care. I've got the timing down pretty well, but still every once and a while I'll push the "ship it now" button when I'm running low.

Jason ran up to their shared room with Kristin right behind him. She guided him to her bed and he just curled up in a ball. Kristin curled herself around him and stroked his hair as he gently sobbed. “I’m sorry, Jason. I shouldn’t have done this.” Jason remained silent. After a bit he stirred. He thought he had regained his composure, but as he tried to extricate himself from Kristin’s embrace, he found that poop was escaping from his body. He started to cry again. Kristin led him to the table and started cleaning him up. She decided she better give him a liberal coating of butt paste. No sense in making this worse with a rash. He seemed to respond to the rubbing of his buttocks. She gently turned him and massaged his scrotum and then set to work on his penis. He groaned slightly and came and she cleaned that up as well. She got him back into a diaper. “What am I going to tell my folks at holiday time?” he said. He figured school breaks would be a respite from babyhood but now he’d need to be diapered. How was he going to explain that? “I’m going to stop listening to Kathy,” Kristin said at last. “We’ll just have to take things as they come. When the shots wear off, I won’t get you any more. And I’ll lock you up either.” Jason felt a little better about that. “Come, let’s get dressed for dinner.” Jason went down for dinner and took comfort in the wine served. A glass of white with his salad and red with his meat. After, Kristin took him back upstairs and breastfed him. She started to massage his member and then moved to get his clothes off. He pulled back slightly as he realized what was about to happen. “What if I… you know…” he said afraid me might pee or worse during what was to follow. “I’ll put a pad down on the bed to protect it. If it happens, it happens. I’ll, “ she started. “We’ll,” she corrected. “Deal with it.” They made love and after Kristin put a diaper back on him and they fell asleep intertwined. The next day Jason made his way to classes. He had to go get changed after his second class. Later he got curious and went into a mens’ room and slid down the diaper in the stall. While he couldn’t stop poop from coming if his body felt it had to, he could proactively push it out. For the first time since joining the sorority, he dumped a load into the toilet. He vowed to keep trying to do this. Sure enough, things did get easier. Yes, he still largely had no control, but he was able to proactively force himself to go on the toilet when out of the house. Kristin didn’t seem to mind. She also didn’t seem to mind the few times he’d wet on her in the course of making love. He looked forward to the days when he’d have control back. Hell, he dreamed of the day after graduation, where he would be released from diapers. He dreamed of marrying Kristin and having a normal life together.

There were no real disposbles availble for most of my teen years. I made my own out of towels. There were plastic pants available in the better pharmacies around with rather crude "pads" inside them. There were some flat adult diapers in the Sears catalog. I ordered these when I went to college. Amusingly when I picked them up in the store, the rather young clerk insisted on opening the outer (opaque) packaging to "make sure they were OK." I think she was genuinly curious when she saw adult diapers. That was back in the days when I was mortified that things like that would happen. A while later I would likely have engaged her in conversation about them.

Edit the first post in the thread and there's a place to change the title.

There was a stretch when I wore no conventional underwear. I'd wear Victoria's Secret second skin satin briefs or thongs (though my wife took the briefs for her own warddrobe), or some days of the week panties to wear when I didn't wear a diaper.

I got the same one, but unfortunately these appear to actually be marketted to women. The men's side of the site are a bit tamer. Years ago, while shopping for a Christmas present for my wife, the clerk decided I needed to apply for a Victoria's Secret credit card (oddly, I seemed to be the only male shopping there they offered this to). This meant that all the stuff came under my name. I got an offer for a free bathing suit fitting which my wife suggested I NOT try to utilize.

No, that's a different school story. I was talking about the one called "Summer School" and it's sequel "The Three Musketeers' Senior Year" I don't see the original story kicking around here, but the sequel is available. Here's the original story on my site: https://willnotwill.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Summer-School.pdf r

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I was wearing the NSC megamax tie-dye diapers for a couple of case orders but I've gone back to black now. That and the NSC Supreme Lite polkadots, these are the only "prints" that aren't juvenile I've seen.

Later in the day, Jason did take comfort in the fact that since he didn’t have to work in the dining hall, he had more free time. He strolled around the campus and then realized he had to pee. Locked in the diaper, he had little choice. He paused and let his midsection grow warm. He decided to walk back to the house. He went to his room but Kristin wasn’t there. He wandered around the house but was unable to find her. He ran into Val and Suzi in the commons. “Have you seen Kristin?” he asked. “Not in a while,” Suzi said. “What’s up?” “Oh, nothing really. I just need a change and I’m locked up in this thing.” “I’ll take care of it,” Val volunteered. She led him to the communal changing room, where she opened the diaper and changed him. “It would be nice to have this thing unlocked so I could change, but I guess they don’t trust me.” “I guess so,” Val said. He went up to his room and got some of his assignments and after an hour Kristin came in. “How’s your day been?” she asked. “OK. I was wet and locked in the diaper, but Val was able to take care of me.” “Oh, sorry about that,” Kristin said. “Let me get you back into regular diapers.” Kristin changed him again. He noticed that he had wet the new diaper though he didn’t really recall doing it. “Do you want to eat in the commons or in the main hall tonight?” He thought about it. In the main dining room he could have a glass a wine, but he’d have to wear at least a jacket. “Let’s dress up,” he said. “Good, why don’t you try on your tux.” Why not he shrugged. He went in and got everything out. He put the shirt on and fumbled with the studs and cufflinks. He had never worn anything like this before. He didn’t have the funds to take a girl to the prom. He went to Kristin and she just smiled and did them up for him. She let him step into the trousers and pull up the suspenders. She put the cummerbund around him and he put on the jacket. She picked up the bow tie. It wasn’t a clip on and it took her a couple of tries to get it right but soon she had it right. “Now, you can help me.” He followed her into her room, and she shucked out of the casual clothes she had on. She went to the dresser and pulled at a pair of satin panties and a bra. He was starting to realize what it was that had interested him to begin with. She got out a long satin dress and put it on. She turned her back to him and asked her to zip it up. He did, and she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. He about melted. She was beautiful. She turned and held out her arms. “What do you think?” You look fabulous. She came and kissed him. “I never made it to the prom,” he admitted. “Well, let this be your prom.” They made their way down to the dining room. Many people spoke highly of their formal attire as they entered. Jason just looked at the girl on his arm. She was stunning in that dress. Maybe he could make this work. The thought was only interrupted by the fact that he needed to wet his diaper. Seated, the waiter brought them two glasses of sparkling wine. “For a formal occasion, you need Champagne,” he said. This also was a new experience for him. He had several more glasses of wine over the course of dinner and he seemed to float back up to their room afterward. She went to her room and asked him, “Unzip me.” He ran his hands over the silk fabric up to the zipper and slowly took it down. She turned and lowered the dress to the floor. Then she helped him out of his jacket and pants. They stood there, bodies pressed together for a second. And then she took down his diaper and they got into bed. Things went better the next day. After a night in bed with Kristin, he felt better. After classes, he returned to the house, and Cathy met the two of them. “I got you an appointment with Dr. Swan this afternoon.” “Great,” said Kristin. “What kind of Doctor,” Jason inquired. “Medical, don’t worry.” They made their way just off campus to an office building and found the door that said Elizabeth Swan, MD, Specialty Medical Care. The two checked in with the receptionist and were directed to an examining room. A pair of women entered, and one introduced herself. “Jason, Kristin, I’m Dr. Swan.” Jason was still not sure why they were there and which one of them was getting medical care. That was quickly answered, “Jason, can you take off your clothes and get on the table.” Jason was a bit nervous. He was wearing a diaper, of course. He’d not exposed it to anybody yet. Sensing his problem, the doctor answered. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen it before. I’m a Delta Phi myself.” This explained it, Jason thought. They sent them to alumni. He got his clothes off, save for the diaper, and got on the table. As he lay there, the doctor called out to the nurse, 172 pounds. Jason wondered how she knew, then saw the readout on the wall. The table was a scale. He thought back to the pediatrician he went to as a child. The baby room had such a scale but a lot smaller. She took his blood pressure and listened to his chest, and did all the normal doctor poking and prodding. Then she asked Kristin to remove his diaper. A bit more nervous now, the doctor set to examining that point. “Just a little irritation here. You should try a cream.” She grabbed a container and opened it. She rubbed a bit on his crotch area and then handed the rest to Kristin. “Dr. Boudreaux Butt Paste” it said with a smiling baby on the label. Jason felt a little embarrassed. For every step forward, there was always something to remind him of his virtual baby status. That was reinforced when the doctor pushed a probe into his rear. A rectal thermometer. He couldn’t remember when he had his temperature taken like this. A few seconds later, it beeped. “Normal,” the doctor pronounced. She then wheeled over a machine. “I’ll need a sample,” she said. Jason wasn’t sure what sample she was referring to. The doctor set to massage his penis until he became erect gently. She then slid a metal tube with wires on it over it. The machine itself continued the message with a slight tingling sensation. Jason felt an ache within him and realized what sort of sample this thing was trying to obtain. His breath quickened, and suddenly, he convulsed into the thing. A second later, it quietly ceased activity. As he laid back, he realized he’d just been milked. The doctor, meanwhile, asked Kristin how things had been going so far, and Kristin painted an idyllic picture. After a minute, the doctor asked Kristin if she could leave the room. “I just want to let you know that whatever you can say to me is OK and will be held confidentially. You don’t have to worry about the sorority coming back at you for anything thing you tell me. I sense you might be having some problems adjusting to house life.” Jason sighed. “Well, it started out rosy enough. But I have to say having to poop in diapers is pretty disgusting.” The doctor just nodded. “And nursing?” “It was OK at first. I thought it was just intimate foreplay, but now I realize it’s bigger than that. I kind of rebelled and they force fed me as a result.” The doctor just nodded. She had known about that. Jason sensed she wanted him to continue. “I think I got over it. Kristin explained all what she went through to lactate.” “And how do you feel about your mommy?” the doctor asked. Jason noted the use of mommy rather than Kristin. “I’m happy with her. She is very kind and beautiful.” “So if you could change anything, what would it be?” “Well, being locked in the diapers is a bit inconvenient. I mean, Kristin and I can’t be together all the time. Just a couple of days ago, I came home wet and locked in. I was lucky one of the other mommy’s offered to change me. The doctor just nodded again. “Perhaps we have a solution to that.” The doctor picked up a phone and asked Kristin to be sent back in. “I think Jason is having a little issue with the locking cover,” the doctor explained to Kristin. Jason thought that this may be a positive thing. Would she relent and let him go without it. “Have you considered making him incontinent?” Jason grew dizzy. It took him a second to comprehend what was being said. “You mean, make it so I wet uncontrollably?” “Yes, effectively. We have a couple of methods, but the one to try initially would be injections. It’s the same thing as Botox. We inject it into your sphincter. It’s temporary, about three or four months. Anyhow, there’d be no reason to lock you into the diapers. You’d have to wear them anyhow.” Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It would be nice not to be locked up, but to lose control. “That’s crazy?” he said reflexively. “What do you think, Kristin?” the doctor asked. “Well, it sounds like a workable solution to the problem. Would you like to try it, Jason?” she asked him. He was still trying to come to grips with it. “It’s only temporary at this point,” the doctor said. “You should try it.” Jason still hadn’t said anything. After a prolonged silence Kristin just said, “Let’s go for it.” Jason was still stunned as the doctor explained the procedure. She sent the nurse to get things ready in another room. “The first part is the worst. We will have to thread a small device into your ureter so that we can inject directly into the sphincter.” Jason had to come to grips with that. “Ureter?” “Your pee hole,” Kristin said with a giggle. Jason didn’t like the sound of this. The doctor took Jason, still naked, into the next room. He laid down on the table while the nurse put a drape over him with a hole she fished his member out of. The nurse set to cleaning it with some sort of orange liquid. The doctor produced a long tube. She placed some goo on the first section of it. “This is a lubricant but it also has lidocaine in it to deaden the feeling. Ready?” Jason had no clue what was happening, so he just nodded. The doctor grabbed his penis with one and started the tube up his pee hole. It was an odd sensation. She was watching something on a screen and then realized this thing must have a camera in him. She got to a stopping point. “I’m going to do the injections now. Here’s one at 12 o’clock.” He felt a small burn deep inside him. He then saw the picture turn. “3 o’clock.” The doctor gave him four shots in total and then removed the device. Now, if you can, please roll over. This next phase is easier. Not knowing quite what was going on he flipped over on his stomach. He felt the nurse wiping around his butthole. Then it occurred to him. “No! Not there, too?” he cried. Kristin moved over beside him and started stroking his back. “There, there, baby. It will just take a second.” And that it did. The doctor immediately started on the injections, which were much more exposed. And then it was over. “You better get a diaper on him,” the nurse said. Kristin pulled one from her bag and did him up. They went back to the other room, and Jason got dressed. The doctor came in one last time and gave Kristin the jar of Butt Paste and each of them a business card. “I think you’re both doing well, but if you have any questions, just give me a call.” They left the office and started to walk to the house. Then Jason felt it. His diaper was getting wetter, and he couldn’t control it. He stopped and started to cry. Kristin pulled him into a close embrace and kissed him hard, her tongue exploring his mouth. After a few seconds of this, she pulled back slightly. “Are you OK? We can make out more until you get some composure back.” Jason fought back the tears. “Let’s just get home.”

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