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I'm really sorry for the delay on this one. I'm just trying to make everything perfect, and this doesn't feel perfect yet. But I'm probably as close to perfect as I'm going to get. I know this chapter is really short. I'll try to have a longer one up by next week, okay? Anyway... If you haven't read any Academy Works stories, there are five others in this universe. They are as follows: Academy I (Part 1), Academy B (Part 2), Academy T (Part 3), Academy K (Part 4), and Academy A (Part 5). You don't have to read any of the other stories to enjoy this one, but there are a lot of references and overlap. If you're in this for the long haul, and you want to know about the entire universe, I really do recommend reading this one after the other five. As always, you can support me at this Patreon link. Thank you for all the comments and likes over the past year, and I hope to finish this project soon! ~Mia~ --------------------------------- Academy M By Mia Moore "The just are blind to love, and the lovers are blind to everything else." -The Source Mistake One I flipped through the dossier. Of all the cases they wanted me to start with... "So?" "You're sure she's a candidate?" I asked. Eli nodded. He was the Academy's problem solver, and his first problem was the hardest one. How do we identify the candidates? "Judith Levin, age twenty-eight." "And she's been Touched?" I flipped the page. There was a picture on this one: a brunette with half-closed eyes and a faraway look. "Yep," Eli said, which was all that he had to say. If she'd been Touched and he was able to compile a dossier, that was proof enough. She didn't disappear. "So what am I supposed to do," I said sharply, snapping the folder closed. I entwined my fingers in front of me and leaned forward to meet Eli's gaze. He could intimidate anyone, but not me. I'd been working with him for far too long. "Keep her occupied. She's done her part, but she's still an Arcana. She's dangerous." Sure, keep her occupied. Eli was asking me to babysit God. "Why me?" I asked. That was the real question I wanted answered. "There are a thousand other people working here that could handle this." Eli smiled when he said: "She's into tall women." "Well, shit..." "No one is better than you, Maria," Eli went on. He was goading me, but he wasn't wrong. "Where is she?" I asked, entertaining the offer. "Academy B?" "M," Eli said flatly. "Wait, really?" “——— isn't taking any chances." "I guess not..." I twirled my hair in thought. If keeping Judith in line was really so important, then I might as well take on the extra responsibility. It would give me more leverage at the end of all this. "So you'll do it?" Eli asked. "I'll do it." "Good." And then Eli dropped the stoicism for just a moment to give me a smile. "You've got this." "I'm not worried," I said brightly, without a hint of dishonesty. But I should have been worried. I should have shown an ounce of caution, but my pride never let me make such compromises. Determination and commitment motivated me, and they would motivate me to oblivion. Judith Levin would be my downfall, and that cascade began when I accepted her as my responsibility. She was my first mistake.

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Hi everyone, as promised this post will detail some of my experiences on my diapered cruise honeymoon. The cruise was based out of Seattle WA USA and was 7 days long returning to Seattle. We decided that we didn't want to leave my diapers to chance so rather than trying to find diapers in Seattle, we would pack 30 of my Confidry 24/7's in one of our 2 suitcases. Even though there was some risk in this decision that the bag could get lost or delayed by the airline, we felt it was a low risk especially due to our flying in to Seattle one day early so a delay might not affect us. We drove to the home of my mother in law and sister in law on Thursday afternoon as they live near the airport and could drive us to the airport in the wee hours of Friday morning so could get our flight out. They also take care of our dog when we go away. I have a large handbag in which I keep 2 spare diapers, some wipes in a zip lock sandwich bag and a couple disposal bags. I put on a fresh diaper when getting dressed plus the two spares in my bag so I was confident of getting to Seattle without any issues. We arrived at the airport at 3 am for our 5 am flight. We had to wait until TSA opened the gates at 4 am then wail in line to get through. I saw a few people being ushered through a metal detector to the left of the naked xray scanner and I tried to go that way but a TSA officer directed me back to the scanner. When I went through the scanner I'm sure I was somewhat wet but not soaked. They flagged me for further examination. The officer said I was flagged by the machine and I leaned closer and said I am wearing a diaper quietly to her. She didn't even blink. She simply asked if I'd prefer to be examined in a private setting and I immediately said no, we can do it right here. First, she explained how she would be touching me during the pat down and where. I told her okay and she proceeded to pat my legs and crotch area down in front and then did the same from the back. Then she cleared me to proceed. I changed my diaper at our stop to get our connecting flight. This left me arriving at our hotel in the morning with 1 spare diaper in my bag. Check in wasn't until afternoon so we left our bags at the hotel and went out sightseeing. Our first stop was the weed dispensary for pre rolls and then on to the space needle. Saturday morning we got the shuttle to the pier and went through the embarkation process to get on board. Our luggage was put through the xray machine and then delivered to the room later on in the day. We had asked the cruise line about diapers and disposal during all our planning and they said the room stewards would take care of it. We had a room steward that introduced himself and his assistant and asked if we needed our room taken care of twice a day or just once. We told him once was enough for us. I told him our one concern was that the waste basket was not big enough as I generate more on a daily basis because I wore diapers. He was very understanding and said he would take care of it. He brought us a large blue plastic trash bag each day for us and took away the bag from the previous day. It was blue and opaque so very discreet. It was a very convenient arrangement and made our cruise very enjoyable. It is normal to tip your room steward for good service and we asked a couple experienced cruisers we met what they did and they left $25 USD each so we left two fifties for them. My full time diapers were never an issue and I have to say that without them our trip would not have been enjoyable. On the trip through TSA in Seattle I was again flagged for secondary screening at that damn xray machine. The female TSA agent again gave me the option for a private screening which I again declined politely. Her pat down was more thorough but again I was cleared. The only change I'd make on future trips would be packing more diapers rather than less. Our thinking was that 3 diapers per day would be safe so 3 per day X 8 days (7 cruise days plus the day early in Seattle) = 24 diapers giving us 6 extra with the 30 we packed. The reality was I arrived back with 1 diaper for the drive home from our trip. The reality is there are times on a trip where logistically you may choose to change out of a half used diaper because the shore excursion is long enough that you would need to change part way through when a fresh diaper at the start would last until you get back to your room. I gladly sacrificed a half used diaper more than once for the convenience of not having to change in the middle of something. On vacation is not the time for trying to get every last bit of use out of your diaper. Expect to use more than usual. I hope this proves useful to those considering traveling while diapered full time. Hugs, Freta

If this is your first Nikki & Sarah story, you might want to read the previous ones first. Here's a list: Nikki & Sarah - Index thread ------------------------------------------------ Dreams & Reality Part 1 of 5 Mommynatrix: How's the story coming along? Sarah: Getting nowhere. Out of ideas. Mind sending some naughty dreams tonight? Mommynatrix: So u want a kinky sandman? That can b arranged 😛 Sarah: Oh goodie 🙂 Sarah put down her phone and fiddled with the charging cable. She finally got the plug in place and the phone beeped. She put it on the night stand next to the bed and was sorely tempted to just fall onto the bed, wrap the duvet around herself and sleep. It had been a long day and she was dead tired. Giving herself a mental kick in the arse, Sarah shuffled off in the direction of the bathroom. Five minutes later, she was back in the bedroom with freshly brushed teeth and an empty bladder. The latter had actually become more and more important over the last couple of months. She suspected that her wearing diapers more often, and actually using them, had led to a couple of near accidents where she had just barely avoided wetting her bed. She hadn't told Nikki about this since she had a feeling that she'd just end up wearing diapers at night. And as much as she liked wearing them when she was awake, Sarah still felt it was important to herself that she had enough control to not actually need diapers. Pulling down her grey sweatpants and stepping out of them, Sarah sat down on the edge of the bed. She kicked them in the direction of the chair in the corner where they were quickly followed by her sweater. After putting on an extra long t-shirt, Sarah's stiff and sore back almost made her lose her balance and fall off the bed as she struggled to get her socks off. She burrowed in under her duvet and barely had the energy to reach out and turn off the light. Darkness enveloped Sarah like a clammy velvet blanket, she just couldn't find a comfortable position, the duvet quickly grew too warm, but as soon as he lifted it, the cool air that rushed in was too cold. She was Goldilocks in a house with no middle anythings. After having tossed and turned for what felt like hours, Sarah was just exhausted. She was about to give up and resort to one of the industrial-strength sleeping pills she had hidden away for just such an occasion when a bluish-white light filled the room. As she peeked out from under the duvet, Sarah saw that it was coming in through the window and it was quickly growing brighter and brighter. Feeling more annoyed than worried, Sarah threw the duvet aside and went to pull the curtains properly. Before she could reach the window, the light flared brightly, blinding Sarah. When Sarah's eyesight returned, she blinked away the spots to see that she was no longer in her bedroom. She was hanging in a giant metal ring with her arms and legs stretched out. The room was a weird, hazy white that made it hard to see where the walls met the floor. Sarah looked down and saw that her clothes were gone and she was wearing a huge diaper. "What the..." she tried to say, but all she managed was a soundless breath. Sarah tried to yell and pulled frantically at the cuffs that held her arms. The only sound was a barely audible whisper of exhaled air and the cuffs stayed frustratingly firm, even when she threw her entire body back and forth. "Will you please stop that. You're just going to hurt yourself," a voice purred. "Who said that?" Sarah asked soundlessly and looked around. She couldn't see anyone. "It's all going to be all right. I just need you to calm down," the voice said and in a flash of terrifying insight, Sarah realised that the voice was coming from inside her head. The ring that held Sarah slowly rose up in the air and tilted slightly forward. Sarah looked around, but as far as she could see, there was nothing holding it up. She renewed her struggle, but it still had no effect other than making her wrists sore. There was a whirring sound from across the room as some kind of door opened. As Sarah saw hints of movement in the darkness on the other side of the opening, she tried to scream and get loose, but the ring didn't even move. What emerged from the cavernous opening was human-shaped, but easily twice Sarah's height. It, or rather she, was built like a supermodel, but with dark green skin and softly glowing golden eyes. She had short, snow white hair. She looks like Nikki, except she's green. The alien was dressed in what some oddly detached part of Sarah's mind compared to the skin-tight, silvery spacesuits from 1950s and 60s B-movies. As the alien came closer, Sarah heard the same purring voice inside her head: "Take a breath, little one, and calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." "Who? What? Where? How?" Sarah's mind was a jumble of questions. "Shhh," the voice said. "Slow down." "Who?" Sarah managed to whisper, barely audible Sarah could almost hear the sigh in her head. "Of course we had to pick a world where they still only speak." The alien pressed a button on her armband and part of the floor rose up to form a bench she sat down on. "Can you understand me?" the voice in Sarah's head said slowly. "Nod if you understand." Sarah nodded nervously, her breath still puffing in and out, making her feel dizzy. "Slow your breathing or you're going to pass out." The alien rose and came closer. The ring rose a little to bring the two eye to eye. "You need to relax." She reached out a hand the size of a frying pan to gently stroke Sarah's cheek. The moment she touched her, Sarah felt every muscle in her body relax. She slumped forward, hanging limply as she wet the giant diaper. The alien put one hand under Sarah's butt and the other around her back and as soon as she did, the cuffs that held Sarah's arms and legs loosened. She lifted and held Sarah as if she was a baby and slowly rocked her while her breathing slowed and the dizziness passed. Next, she sat down on the bench and laid Sarah down on her stomach across her lap. She pulled down the diaper and reached behind her for something Sarah couldn't see. "Oh my god," she whispered, "you're going to probe me, aren't you?" "I was going to change you," the alien thought into Sarah's mind, "but since you insist..." Sarah opened her eyes and stared into the gloom. Looking around she found that she was lying across her bed with her butt in the air and her entire duvet bunched up under her hips. "That's it," she murmured to no one in particular. "No more leftover pizza before bedtime."

🧸🧷🧸 PART I THE FIRST ACCIDENT, OF A SECOND DIAPERING "Nah nah nah, uh uh… Where do you think you are going? Do you see your nephew climbing over the gate? You are supposed to ask for help. Seriously, how is a 3 year old more well behaved than you? Now get back in there with all of the other jobless freeloaders." Stephanie laughed, gesturing for her step son to rejoin his two young cousins in the playpen. "Hey! Bella isn't a jobless freeloader. She still gets royalty checks for that Gerber ad she was in last year!" Kate huffed, quickly coming to her daughter's defense. "How bout that, two times already today that a toddler proved they are more of an adult than you. HaHaHa. I really think this baby punishment was the right move Mom. For sure. The playpen is definitely more his speed. You should have seen how stupid he used to make himself look at the clubs." Kate started talking to her mom about her brother like he wasn't right there. "It's not BABY PUNISHMENT, It's regression therapy. And I wouldn't even be doing it, if it wasn't court ordered!" Chris hated that his sister got away Scott free, and he got passed all the blame for burning down the neighbors barn full of antique tractors last summer. "I have to go to the bathroom. And I'm already out here, can I just go?" "How are you ever going to learn to be a respectful young man, if I keep letting you get away with stuff like this?" Stephanie rested her hands on her hips. And sternly glared at her stepson. "Now get back in that playpen and ask for help if you need to make potty." "I need to go to the bafroom!" Bella shouted from the playpen. Okay then, let's go then. Thank you for asking. Who's my big girl!" Kate cooed as she lifted her daughter over the gate, and walked her towards the bathroom. "I'm so proud of you. I bet by the end of the month you will be wearing pig girl undies like your big sister!" "That's not fair! I asked first!" Chris shouted. Angry that the only toilet in the house was now occupied. and, Annoyed that his 3 year old cousin was going to make it out of pull ups before him. "I really need to go!" "Well you actually didn't ask. So let's start with that shall we?" Stephanie said waiving her hands, ushering her stepson back into the playpen. "Stephanie please! I really need to go to the bathroom." Chris sighed after climbing back into the childish play area. "Can I please go first? I will be quick." He pleaded. Already starting to wiggle behind his discomfort. "Are you seriously going to make it three times in an hour, and prove that you can't even hold your wee wee long enough for your cousin to go potty?" Kate huffed, as she lifted Bella onto the toilet, and shut the bathroom door. "Stephanie! Can I just go out back?" Chris urgently asked, dancing on his tippy toes, holding his crotch behind white knuckles. "And give Mrs. Martin another reason to complain to the neighborhood watch? I don't think so!" Stephanie quickly denied. "If you can't hold it, just go. You are literally wearing a toilet!" She laughed. She didn't take as much joy in her step-son's embarrassing penance as her daughter Kate, but she sometimes could help but just laugh at him. "What is taking so long?" Chris was at the bathroom door now. "I'm coming in!" Chris shouted excitedly. as the first little spurt of pee escaped into his pull-up. Only to be met by the firm unbudging weight of a locked handle. "Jesus Chris! Hold on. Bella is a little constipated. I told her not to eat all that cheese." Kate hollered from behind the door. "Just listen to Mom, and go in your diapers. It isn't healthy to hold your pee in this long." Tears were welling in his eyes, as the first battle was lost. "I don't wear diapers, and you know I don't really use them!" Which was true, until about 6 seconds ago. Tears rolled down his face, as he flooded his pull-up. But that wasn't the worst part. "Please! If she's constipated, just take her off the toilet for a minute, and let me use it! I am very very NOT constipated!!!" Chris shouted. Painfully aware that he had very little time before this little accident became much bigger. "Uh-oh. I think he's trying to say he needs to go number 2. I was wondering why he is still doing his little potty dance." Stephanie said. "What do you mean, you were wondering why he is STILL doing his potty dance. Is there a reason he should have stopped? I can only think of one reason someone stops doing a potty dance." Kate was laughing hysterically. "Did he really just pee his pants out there?" "Well he isn't actually wearing pants. But Im pretty sure his pull up is wet. The little balloons disappeared." Chris didn't even notice Stephanie take a few steps towards him. "Ope, yeah definitely three times. I wonder how many other ways we can find for Chris to come in second to a toddler in the 'im a big kid now' game." Chris jumped back as he felt his stepmoms hand prodding his sodden shame. That was it. Being startled like that was too much for his little sphincter. The second battle had been lost... and, the end of the war was hearalded by a thunderous fart, and a desperate moan. "NOOO!!!" Chris screamed. Hearing the lock click, and door swing open just in time for Kate to wittnes the exhibition. "Thanks alo… uhh.. grrmmpf… a lot!" "Why are you just standing there? I thought you still needed to use the…" Kate stopped talking, as she noticed the strained distant look in her step-brothers eyes. his slightly bent knees, and balled fists. "You are not seriously! Oh my God! Get out of my way! I can already smell it!" Chris tried to get to the toilet and at least get some of the mess into the bowl. "Hmmpppfff… hmmppfffff…" he grunted, only making it another step or two before his body decided it wasn't really worth it. He conceded, and decided to just push the rest out, since it was already coming. The relief felt amazing even though he was about to die from embarrassment. "This is all your fault!" He screamed at Kate, tears still pouring down his face. "How is it my fault that you waited to go to the bathroom this long. You are an adult. You should really be able to have a little more control. This is on you little brother. You pooped your pants, not me." Kate snorted. "Hey! What the fuck!?!" Chris shouted at the flash of Kates camera. "Did you just take a picture?" He asked. Trying to pull his Tshirt down far enough now to cover his soiled diaper. "Uh oh! Uncle Chris, It's okay. My mommy said that it's is. She told me that everyone has an accidents sometimes." Kate was able to avoid the question, as bella approached Chris. Who's knees had buckled under the weight of his Shame, sending him to the floor where he tried not to move, and feel the mess squish more. "Yepp. Everyone has them. Even Santa Clause, and Tinkerbelle, and um… well I don't. I don't go poop in my pants anymore. Because I am a big girl." The two women were laughing hysterically at the young girls savage burns, executed from a place of pure innocence and sincerity. "Please tell me you got that on video, and not just a picture. I think we could win the TikTok with that one!" Stephanie wheezed between laughs. "Geez mom. Your skin says you're still in your 30's but sometimes you really show your age. Nobody 'wins' TikTok. But yes. I do have a video." She opened the file, twisting the knife in Chris's wound. Making him hear it all over again. A fucking 3 year old, reminding him that she doesn't poop her pants as he his litterally sitting in the mess he just made. "Oh yeah. That is perfect! too fucking funny!" She laughed, starting the video again, so Stephanie could watch. After a few screenings, the two ladies had found a calm in the storm of laughter. "Maybe you are right Mom. Maybe this is the video that is going to win the tiktock." "You can't! I DO NOT give you my permission to post a video of me!" Chris tried to act as big as one could, when they are looking up at their mom and sister from the ground, sporting a very full pull-up. "Um… conservatorship. I am literally your legal guardian. I can post all the pictures and videos I want. But I tell you what. If you decide that, after you get cleaned up, you want to start acting like a big kid again, and not someone in the tralls of their terrible twos, I promise I won't post them. Deal?" Stephanie said "I promise! I promise I'll be good!" Chris obviously took the deal. Not only would his friends not see him wearing the same pull ups their all their younger siblings were wearing, it got him in the shower, and away from the twos' infuriatingly embarrassing laughter. "Good, after you get yourself cleaned up, come back to the living room. You can clean up the play area, while we get the twins ready for their naps." Stephanie demanded. Knowing how much Chris hated picking up after himself, let alone a bunch of sticky Rugrats. "Yes mam, I'll be right back down… can I have… a clean pull-up to change into please." Chris nearly choked on the words. But he wanted to be as sincere as possible, until he found a way to delete that video. "I'll bring one up. Just hurry on, and go. You smell absolutely dreadful. Just… hurry up." Stephanie nasally honked, pinching her nose shut, as she helped Chris to his feet with her other hand. "Wow… did you see that attitude change. If I knew making him shit himself was the key to making him more obedient, I would have pumped his breakfast full of laxatives weeks ago. Heck… years ago!" Kate laughed. divulging her morning mischief to her mother, as soon as Chris was out of earshot. "Oh Kate… you didnt!" Stephanie tried to act like she didn't think it was the funniest thing she had heard all week. "I mean… you can't argue results. Do you still have any more laxatives left? In the shower Chris kept wishing he would wake up. But he knew in his heart of hearts that he wasnt dreaming. The nightmare that just unfolded was very much his real life. For the next 32 months anyway. He tried to not let his repulsion to being under the thumb of those two blonde bimbos fester. He knew he had to stay on their good side, as much as he hated it. He let the water run cold as he thought about all the stupid decisions that led him to this point… To be continued… Act II The flashback, and a New Deal

Chapter one A soft spring sun promised a beautiful summer. The kids were back outside after the long winter. It was still chilly but the direct rays of the sun were lovely and the coats had been left at home. Quietly two boys were busy with each other, with their sleeves rolled up, hidden behind a garden house where they sat out of sight of the house, sheltered from the wind and unwanted looks. “Well, then we're blood brothers now.” Dries said, pressing his bloodied wrist against Jasper's. They looked at each other with joy. It was Dries who had taken the lead in the whole thing, but Jasper was happy to go along with it. They had been best friends for a long time and shared all the joys and sorrows. If they weren't at Dries' house, they could be found two blocks away at Jasper's house or on the playground between the two families. Often an extra place was covered at the table if Jasper or Dries lingered in one of the two houses. When Jasper or Dries went on holiday, and they couldn't see each other for more than three days, they both felt a big knot in their stomach because of the loss. “Now that we are blood brothers, we should never keep secrets from each other and share everything.” Dries continued. “And if you reveal a secret to someone else, your hand falls off.” he also said. Dries meant what he said, but Jasper wasn't so sure about the latter. But it made no difference to him, he would never betray the trust of his best friend. It had been Dries who had made the whole thing up. He had read about it in a book about how they used to do it and brought it up to Jasper. He wanted to become blood brothers and Jasper went along with it. At Dries's request, Jasper had brought a pocket knife from his big brother and together they hid behind Dries's garden house. Dries had thought out the ritual completely. First ask the great spirits to be witnesses. Then they vowed about what it meant to be blood brothers. “I swear I will protect my blood brother from now on. I will share all my love and all my grief with him. I swear that I will always protect him. My secret is his secret, and his will be mine. I swear I will never do anything to betray my blood brother's trust.” Then they blessed the knife. “O great spirits, behold this knife with which we shall seal our bond.” Dries said, holding the knife up in the direction of the sun. Dries took the knife and cut his forearm with it. Not that it mattered much. The knife was rather blunt and there was no more than a scratch showing a small drop of blood in two places. Dries decided that was adequate. It was painful enough, and nothing Dries had read about it said how much blood it took. Jasper repeated the ritual to himself and offered his wrist to Dries, after which he placed his on it. “Well, then we're blood brothers now.” Jasper wiped the knife on his pants, closed the knife and put it back in his pocket. The two friends sat down next to each other and both sucked on their wounds to wipe off the blood. “I'm glad we're blood brothers now.” Dries said. Jasper nodded convincingly yes. He had never been much of a talker, but that wasn't a problem for their friendship. They understood each other. “Dries, come and eat!” called Kathy, Dries' mother. Quickly Dries and Jasper rushed to Dries' house. “Ah, are you there Jasper?” Kathy said. “Does your mum know?” Jasper nodded quickly yes, he had indeed shouted something like that to his mother this afternoon before he left. “Slide on Jasper, I'll send your mum a message. Which of your two mums is home?” Kathy then continued. “Mommy Helga is home.” said Jasper. “Mommy Celine has to work today.” Kathy quickly took her cell phone and sent a message to Helga. << Your piggy gets his food here today. 😉 >> and Helga's answer came quickly. <<Thank you, send that monkey of yours here tomorrow, and he will get his ration here.>> they had known each other since their children started school, but they got on well. While Kathy was exchanging messages with his mom, Jasper took an extra plate and cutlery and put them on the table. Dries meanwhile took another glass and the five of them quickly sat down at the table. Heleen, Dries' big sister, and their father were also there. “Oh Dries and Jasper. Your hands are still dirty. Are you coming to the tap? I'll help.” Heleen was thirteen, five years older than Dries and Jasper. She was such an overly caring type of sister who was very protective of Dries. Having Jasper around only made her happier, because it meant she had two 'victims' for her good intentions instead of one. Jasper and Dries usually let her do it. It could be useful if they needed help for something, but sometimes this mothering was quite disturbing. The time at the table was filled with conversation. After dinner, Dries and Jasper continued to play inside. Dries took the Lego from his room and in the living room they started to build a castle that hopefully could withstand the attack of a dragon. Jasper used to ask if they couldn't just go and play in Dries' room, but that was never allowed. After a while, Jasper stopped asking. Different house, different rules, he thought quietly. After an hour of building, Kathy's cell phone rang. <<That piggy of mine can go to the stable. It's early morning training for him and he has to get up early. Are you sending him? Grtz Helga>> Kathy immediately turned to the boys. “Come Jasper, it's time to go to sleep sends your mother. Better at home in your own bed than here. Right?” “Of course,” Jasper replied sadly. On the one hand, he would have liked to have played a little longer. (the castle was not finished yet) and on the other hand he really wanted to spend the night with Dries. He had asked that several times, but it had never happened. There had always been a reason. (It's school tomorrow, there's training tomorrow, Dries is tired from last night and should definitely sleep well now,... ) Reason after reason every invitation or proposal was declined and it never happened. Finally, Jasper had given up asking. “Hey Jasper. Put on your coat and shoes and go home. Your mama is waiting.” urged Kathy Dries said goodbye to Jasper as he put on his things. “Come on Dries. Leave upstairs now. Then you can go straight to bed as well.” Dries' mom finished as she quickly helped Jasper tie his shoelaces. Kathy checked on the street whether Jasper was crossing properly, after which she went inside to put her son to bed. Jasper came home in a good mood. “Nice play at Dries?” Helga asked her son as he came in. Jasper nodded cheerfully yes. “I'm always sad when it's over.” Helga took Jasper upstairs to get him ready for bed. Pyjamas, brushing teeth, toilet and finally a story. Jasper can of course already read himself, but being read to (with mummy who does those loverly voices) makes it even more fun. Chapter two A week later, Dries and Jasper were again sitting behind the garden house in the afternoon. "Remember last week?" Dries asked Jasper. Jasper looked up at Dries in surprise. He remembered what they had done here last week, something important that he would not forget easily. A blood oath is something for life. Jasper believed in sharing the whole message with joy and sorrow, keeping no secrets from each other. But why did Dries have to sit and shift so uncomfortably? Jasper became worried that something bad was happening. “Remember when we swore we weren't going to keep any secrets from each other?” Dries continued, blushing slightly. “Of course I remember that Dries. You and me. We are blood brothers. You can tell me anything and I swore I would never tell anyone else." Jasper replied. Jasper didn't have to hesitate about his answer. He meant it with all his heart. Dries looked sharply in all directions to make sure no one was around. When Jasper saw what he was doing, he looked nervously around the corner of the garden house, but no one was there either. "Come here." whispered Dries quietly. Jasper moved his buttocks a bit and came forward with his ear to be able to understand Dries. Jasper was afraid of what was about to come. Dries had never been so ashamed to say something. "I still do pee in bed at night and you promised not to tell anyone." Dries whispered urgently and hurriedly into Jasper's ear. Jasper looked in surprise at Dries. Was he still wetting the bed? Babies only did that, didn't they? Jasper wasn't sure what to do with this information. He was going to keep it to himself, Dries was his best friend, after all, but what was he supposed to do with it? Why had Dries said that? All these questions were running through Jasper's mind. Dries looked anxiously back at Jasper, waiting for an answer. The silence, short as it was, was painful and made him fear the worst. "Now that you know that, you can sleep here." Dries added quietly. That turned the dime in the right direction for Jasper. "Really, can I sleep over? Yay! at last!" exclaimed Jasper. "I'm going to ask your mum if she sends a message to mine to ask if that's allowed." Jasper chattered away. Forgetting the bed-wetting, the two children rushed in to get their parents' permission. "Mommy, can Jasper sleep here?" Dries asked. Dries's mom thougth for a moment. They had to get up early tomorrow to visit grandpa and grandma, so it wasn't really a good idea. But it was the first time that Dries had asked a friend to spend the night. She knew why, he was ashamed of wetting the bed. It didn't really work out, but she didn't want to discourage the first step. "that's fine for me, but we're also going to ask Jasper's mum first." Kathy said. "Know Jasper that you have to go home quickly tomorrow morning, because we are leaving. Go on playing, I'll send a message to your mom." << Hey, my monkey has asked your pig to spend the night here. Is that possible? Greetings Kathy>> << That's good for me. Does my pig know about your monkey's problem? Greetings Helga>> <<I don't know. I'll talk to them soon. K>> <<Are you going to send my piggy home afterwards? Then I give him a bag with some sleeping stuff. H>> <<Okay, that's good. I've got a spare pillow and sheets here, he don't have to bring that. K>> << That's good, how long can he stay? H.>> << I'll send him back between nine and ten am. My in-laws are expecting us tomorrow afternoon. K>> << That's good, I'll see him coming.>> After the messages were exchanged, Kathy, Dries' mother, went looking for her son and Jasper. "I've just exchanged a few messages with Helga. Jasper, it's good for her too, your mom allows you to sleep here." "Yippee!" the two boys shouted in unison. They were really looking forward to it. Dries was a bit worried about how the evening would go. He had told Jasper that he wet the bed, but not everything that went with it. "Jasper, there is something else I have to tell you about Dries." Dries blushed because he immediately knew what was coming. "Dries just told me that he wets the bed at night." Jasper told Kathy. Kathy smiled. "That is indeed true. Did he also tell you that there is nothing he can do about it?" "No, not yet, what do you mean?" Jasper then asked. "For some children, the wetting goes away quickly on its own, while for others it takes longer. That is quite normal. There are many children who wet the bed, but no one knows about it because no one says anything about it. In your class there are probably be two or three other children besides Dries who also wet the bed." "I didn't know that, I thought only very young children did that." said Jasper carefully, not wanting to offend his best friend. "Of course not. Some big kids, even bigger than you, have that problem too." Dries' mother assured Jasper. Dries looked a bit puzzled. He didn't like his mother discussing his 'nocturnal problem' with anyone else, even if it was his best friend. Assured that Jasper had understood that Dries could not help it, and Dries assured that he really had nothing to be ashamed of, she sent both children to Jasper's house so that they could collect his things. Armed with pyjamas, a cuddly toy, toothbrush, toothpaste and a change of clothes for the next day, Jasper and Dries returned to Dries' house. "take those things upstairs right away. I'll help you make your bed." said Kathy. Jasper followed Dries carefully upstairs. He had never been upstairs before and did a curious look around the room. He saw the boxes of toys, a desk with his schoolwork, the bed, bedside table and two large closets. "Wow, so big and beautiful." Jasper said as he slowly turned around and then sat down on the bed. "Why was I never allowed to come here?" he asked, feeling with his hand on the mattress that strange thing that made such a strange noise. "So you wouldn't feel the plastic over the mattress." said Dries with red jaws. "It protects the mattress in case I wet the sheets. You would have known that I wet the bed." "That's all right, don't worry about it." Jasper said. "I'm so glad I can stay with you now." Dries' mum came in with a folding bed and a set of sheets. "Here Jasper, will you put your pillow in the pillowcase?" she asked, fiddling with mattress protectors and sheets herself. A few minutes later the bed was nicely set up. Dries displayed Jasper's stuffed animal nicely on the headboard and afterwards they went downstairs towards the living room. With everything in order now, the boys set to work on the Lego castle where they had been working on the week before. There were still a few walls to go and a tower that had to be built as high as possible. That way, the catapult would be able to protect the castle from the dragon. After dinner the boys worked and played for a while, until it was time to go to bed. "Here Jasper. Take your pyjamas and go to the bathroom. Dries, which pyjamas do you want?" Jasper went to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. While he was busy brushing his teeth, he heard the toilet flush next to the bathroom. A little later Dries came in in his pyjamas and grabbed his toothbrush. He had apparently changed into his pyjamas in his room. Jasper went to the toilet and then to Dries' room. Dries' mum was already waiting with a story book in her hands. Jasper's eyes started to sparkle. He loved stories. "We are waiting for Dries, and when he's ready we'll start." Dries came out of the bathroom a little later and settled on the other side of his mum. Kathy opened the book and started. "The Knight Princess. Once upon a time there was a princess, who was stronger and tougher than…" The boys enjoyed the story from start to finish. They each got another 'good night kiss' and the lights went out. Jasper tossed and turned in his bed. It wasn't just him, another room, another bed. And now he was also curious about Dries' bed-wetting. What would that look like? Jasper's head was full with questions, but he didn't dare ask them. It's because Dries' dad had been very strict. If he had to come upstairs to the bedroom once because they were being too noisy, this would also be the last sleepover. And Jasper hoped there would be many more could follow after this first one. It took a while before he found his peace, but Dries's calm breathing was somewhat contagious and eventually he too also fell asleep. Jasper woke up to the light coming through the curtains. At home he always had to lie down until it was eight o'clock, but here he didn't see a clock anywhere. Carefully he tried to look at Dries to see if he was awake yet. Because the guest bed was so much lower, he couldn't see anything. Carefully he tried to sit up, but the bed made a terrible noise when he moved. Jasper so stopped and lay still. He thought that the noise of that bed would certainly wake Dries' parents, and he didn't want that. He wanted to behave as well as possible so that he could certainly do more sleepovers. Jasper remained lying there for another five minutes (according to his feelings). "Dries, are you awake?" he asked finally Jasper listened for a moment as he whispered, but heard nothing. Maybe he was not whispering loud enough. "Dries, are you awake?" followed again, this time a bit louder. Now Dries must have heard it. Jasper did indeed hear movement in Dries' bed. Dries turned around and everything rustled. There was also a low murmur coming from the bed but is wasn't clear enough to be understood. "Dries, louder, I didn't understand you." Jasper said now more than he whispered to Dries. "Yes, what is is, is it time already?" said Dries again. "Are you still asleep?" Jasper asked Dries. Quietly, Jasper began to see his mistake. But Dries was awake now and they started to play. Not much later (or so it felt) Dries' mum came in and it was really time to get up. Kathy had a busy schedule and urged the children to hurry. "Jasper, go downstairs and start eating. Helga will pick you up in half an hour. Dries has to come with us, we are going to visit his grandparents." Heleen was already eating at the table downstairs. "Sit down. I'll make you a sandwich. What do you want on it?" she asked Jasper. Jasper chose the strange blue and white crackling spread. He had only eaten it once before and thought it tasted good. While Heleen was busy smearing, the rest of the family also came down. Dries even had already all his clothes on! Jasper was just nibbling the last of his sandwich when his mother came to the door. "Go and get changed quickly Jasper, we will leave then too." Kathy said. In no time at all Jasper was upstairs and in his clothes. He quickly said goodbye to the family and walked home with his mother. There was a quick honk and wave as Dries drove by with his family. "Can Dries come and stay overnight next week?" Jasper asked his mother longingly as he watched the car pull out of the streat. Chapter 3 The next school day was started with making plans for the following weekend. The family was going on a day trip to a nearby forest and Dries was going along. Jasper knew the perfect secret spot to build a camp, and no one else would be able to find it in the play forest. Jasper was sure of it. During the lesson, they made a minute-by-minute plan on a scrap of paper from Dries when the teacher called them to order. When the construction plans for the camp were taken away the next day at school, Jasper and Dries were furious. All their ideas gone! On the third day of school they lost their list of materials and on the fourth day of school, to their surprise, the map they had made of the area around the camp was taken away. Did their teacher really not understand where the priorities lay? All the work they had done for the past week was thinly redone on Friday afternoon during playtime. "At least now they have no reason to take away our work." Dries growled between his teeth. Jasper nodded softly. He was redrawing the map with the tip of his tongue between his lips. "Jasper. That's your calligraphy book you got there. What are you doing now!" a weary teacher bellowed over the heads of the two children. All week they had been more busy with each other than with the lessons. "Why didn't you just ask for some paper? Give me that notebook here." Disappointed, Jasper handed over his calligraphy. All their work for nothing again. But as determined the children wanted to make their preparations, so unpredictable is the weather. When Dries rang Jasper's doorbell from under his umbrella in the morning, instead of the promised spring sunshine, there were clouds, rain and a lot of wind. The forest was closed because the risk of trees or branches falling was too high due to the stormy weather, so the trip was therefore cancelled. They discussed the craziest punishments they could give the weatherman while playing a board game called Hotel. In the end, they came up with a fake marriage proposal between their teacher and the weatherman. In the end, they were the ones who ruined their weekend. The board game was alternated with electric racing cars, Monopoly, making a bed, Playmobil, normal cars and a game called Gold Diggers. The only strange moment was when Dries made his bed. As usual, the careless Dries scattered and threw everything around, for example he bounced his cuddly toy off the ceiling into the bed. He aimed his toothbrush and toothpaste from three metres at the sink and remained at one-half metres and thirty cm from the target respectively. But just as he picked up his pyjamas and was about to throw them at the bed, he changed his mind. Cautiously, he walked to his pillow and carefully slid his pyjamas under his pillow like the nice package they were. Then the clean clothes for the next day flew towards the chair. Jasper looked surprised for a moment, wondering where this break in Dries 'normal' behaviour had come from. But soon his attention shifted to the next activity and the moment was forgotten. A couple of hours and one figuratively exploded house later, the boys were lying paralysed in their seats, on the verge of boredom. "Come and slide on you snot noses." Gert, Jasper's big brother came in and, as always, immediately asserted himself. He always wanted the best seat on the couch. And that was exactly where Jasper was sitting. Jasper knew he had to leave Gert his spot, but on one or another way, Jasper always seemed to sit in Gert's 'best spot'. Jasper rolled out of the seat and quickly scrambled out of the way towards Dries so to avoid being crushed under Gert. The 'move on' was the only warning he received and Jasper knew he had to hurry if he didn't want to face any consequences, big or small, from his brother. Gert was twice as old, twice as strong, twice as heavy,... He enjoyed the power he had over these two 'little buggers.' or 'snot noses' as he sometimes puts it. Clicking on Helga, Jasper's mum, would help for a short while, but later that day or the day after, Gert would always make it clear why clicking was an 'unwanted behavior' and what the consequences were. For Gert, this 'unwanted behavior' had to be suppressed as quickly as possible, preferably in the most original way possible. Originality to Gert usually meant a combination of hands or feet and pain. Gert lived by the standard that small, cute and sweet by definition did not belong to little brothers. He had a few life motto's that Gert lived up to as best he could. 'The strongest rise to the top' 'If you can't win, you have to cheat.' and finally: 'Growing up and grow tall is the cure for everything.' What he thought was perfectly normal when he was still eight years old, he now thinks as a sixteen years old, that all these things are for toddlers and babies. No one is allowed to say that as an eight-year-old he still had fun with Lego, Playmobil or playing on playgrounds. In short: Gert and Jasper preferred to deny each other's existence and their live together was based on a fragile and above all unequal balance of power. Gert would turn off the children's channel, which the two boys used to try to combat their boredom, and he switched to a series about the most uninteresting subject there was. Slowly, they trudged from the sofa to the kitchen in search of something else. Helga made the final preparations for dinner. “Good to have you boys. If you'd like to put your pyjamas on now, you can play Mario Kart after dinner. Otherwise it will be time to go to bed almost immediately after dinner." Dries and Jasper did not hesitate. Dries didn't have a Nintendo at home and Jasper's parents didn't usually let them play electronic games when Dries was around. The two boys stormed upstairs. Jasper pulled out his favourite onesie. Dries left a trail of clothes from the door to the bed and was already pulling on the top of his pyjamas when Jasper came in. Jasper sat down on the bed to take off his stockings when he saw Dries picking up his pyjama bottoms. Excited as Dries was, he had forgotten which 'package' was still folded between his pyjama bottoms. While Dries jerked the pants, another piece of clothing and something white came out between the pants. Red-faced, Dries dove after it and quickly muffled them both under the sheets. Of course, with Jasper sitting right next to him, the attempt to do it in secret was doomed from the start. "What's that?" Jasper asked as he pulled back the covers. "My nappy for when I wet the bed." Dries stammered as he tried to pull the covers back up. "Isn't it too small for you?" Jasper asked, ignoring Dries' attempt to hide it and grabbing the diaper. "Does it fit? I didn't know it existed that big?" Jasper's interest was aroused. He looked closely at the front. There was a picture of a lion with a blue-green stripe at the top... Dries watched with tears in his eyes as Jasper discovered his secret. "I didn't know you wear that," Jasper said, turning the diaper around to all sides to feel and see. Dries let out a huge sigh of frustration. "Yes, I wear it. As the only one in the whole world out of everyone who is eight. Mum says there are some more, but I don't believe her. I've never seen anyone else wearing a nappy!" Jasper looked at Dries doubtfully. "Neither have I," he replied after considering for a long time and not thinking of anyone else. Dries was the only one he knew who was still wetting the bed. Dries let the tears of humiliation flow freely down his cheeks. He felt so unhappy. He felt alone in the world. Jasper looked at Dries uneasily. He noticed the tears and tried to retrace his steps. "Would you really be the only one? Do they make those nappies just for you?" he asked quietly. Dries shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know anyone. I've never seen anyone as big as me wearing one." Dries sobbed, taking long breaths in between. Jasper couldn't stand it, Dries' sadness, and he wanted to do his best to cheer her up. "There must be someone." "No, I've never seen anyone else wearing it. I'm really alone!" "You're not alone. I'm here, aren't I?" Jasper said as he held Dries to comfort him. Jasper hadn't quite understood yet. “But you never wear nappies," Dries cried. Jasper was silent. He indeed never wore a nappy. The boys continued to dress in silence. Dries sobbed over everything that had happened, Jasper thought about everything he had just seen and heard. It was a lot to take in. Dries quickly tucked his nappy and what looked like a T-shirt under the blanket and together they walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Helga looked at the boys in surprise as they returned. The usual chatter was much less than usual and Dries' eyes were a little red and puffy. "Are you all right?" she asked Dries. Dries nodded quietly as he sat down at the table. Helga was curious as to what had been going on between the children, but as they seemed affected but not actively arguing, she let it go. The meal went smoothly, except that Gert was asserting himself. These little children had nothing important to say to him, so the only one worth talking to was himself. After dinner (ribs, oven fries and applesauce), a few games of Mario Kart were played. Jasper usually won the most, because he obviously could have practised a lot more. But this time Dries had a much better chance. Jasper's mind was elsewhere. Dries' exclamation that he was the only one, and that was why he was so unhappy, echoed in his head. And Jasper, sweet and sensitive boy that he was, wanted to see Dries as happy as possible. He tried to come up with various plans, but they are not always realistic or feasible. There are certainly other eight-year-old children who wear nappies at night. But where do you find them? And once you've found them, how can you convince them to admit that they wear them too? Organizing a survey in the football/classroom/friends group might do the trick, but who will be brave enough to admit it? Hide in the shop and see who buys nappy's? Most of the time it will be mums and dads buying them, and you don't know which child it's for or how old they are. And how would Jasper persuade his parents to let him spend half a day in the supermarket doing 'a bit of research'? If not by the boss of the supermarket being thrown out on suspicion of criminal activity. And a tour of the village, ringing bells everywhere, was probably as successful as the chance to win Euromilions. Jasper was calm as he lost round after round of the game. He was quiet when they had to stop playing and were sent upstairs. His head kept spinning and he hadn't noticed that Dries had gone into his room alone with his mother. Until Dries was standing next to him, brushing his teeth. Then Jasper saw that the outline of the nappy was clearly visible in Dries' pyjama bottoms. When Jasper rinsed his mouth, he could hardly take his eyes off it. Dries saw that and the tears came back to his eyes. "I'm sorry," Jasper said, looking away in embarrassment. “I don't want to hurt you," Jasper whispered softly to him. Chapter 4 The children were read a short story by Jasper's mum (The Amazing Tree House with 13 Floors), and with the message that she did not want to come up again to silence the children, she closed the door. “Dries?” Jasper whispered as he heard his mother going down the stairs. “Yes, what is it?” Dries replied. “Shouldn't we be quiet?” “If we whisper it will work. I've been thinking,” Jasper said. Because you feel so alone, because you don't know anyone else who also wears a nappy. I want to help you and I've been thinking about how to find someone else, but I'm not quite sure how...” “See I'm the only one. I'll never see anyone else I know wearing a nappy,” Dries sobbed. “But I know a solution,” Jasper said. “If I put one on right now. Then you won't be so alone anymore.” “Really?” Dries asked. “Are you serious? Would you do that for me?” “Yes,” Jasper whispered back softly. “I'll do anything for you.” Dries' eyes watered again, but this time not from sadness. He knew he had a good friend in Jasper, but he had no idea he would go to such lengths for him. “Give me one and we'll do it right away,” Jasper whispered, curious to know what his friend went through every night. But he also wanted to do it now, before his courage failed him. Now he had enough courage for it, tomorrow during the day he might feel differently. “I can't,” Dries said. “I only have the one I'm wearing. I can't give you another one.” “Then next time at your place.” Jasper said before he knew it. What did I promise now? he asked himself. “Thank you,” Dries said. “You're the best friend anyone could have.” “Don't mention it,” Jasper replied. “Sleep well.” “Sleep well,” Dries whispered before laying his head down. Jasper turned around soon after, both children far away in dreamland. The week passed quickly and the following weekend they had an appointment at Dries' house. Dries had asked several times during the week if Jasper was really going to put on a nappy for him. Sometimes Jasper doubted whether it was a good idea to secretly put on one of Dries' nappies, but the look on Dries' face every time Jasper confirmed immediately knocked all doubts out of him. He would make Dries extremely happy by putting on a nappy as well. Jasper was worried about what would happen if they found out. Would Dries' mom see that an extra nappy was missing from the bag? Would she come into the room at night and see it? Would she then tell his own mothers? What would they say? Jasper was very nervous and afraid of being discovered. He wasn't really afraid of wearing a nappy once, after all he made Dries very happy with it. He was dreading a possible discovery and everything that would come with it. Jasper had gone to Dries' house after lunch that Saturday. He put his luggage in the room and then got ready with Dries to catch reptiles together. Armed with two buckets and two nets, they headed for the stream. After catching one Dries insisted they were salamanders, but Jasper was sure they were lizards. They didn't really know the difference. When they asked Heleen for a definite answer, she only gave them a third option. Heleen joined in and told a whole story about knights, dragons and magic. According to her, these creatures were the distant descendants of ferocious dragons that had been reduced to their present form by the combined strength of two knights (a certain Jasper and Dries), a few elves, wizards, fairies and a whole lot of magic. Jasper and Dries enjoyed the story Heleen had told them, but they were still wondering whether it was a lizard or a salamander. While preparing the beds, Dries and Jasper had secretly taken a diaper from the bathroom and placed it at under the duvet at the foot of Jasper's cot. Kathy, Dries' mother, realised that they were busy with 'plans', but that happened so often. Kathy was not worried, because the next day usually brought stories of great adventures. The evening went well. After dinner, Jasper, Dries and Heleen played another boardgame of Hotel until it was time to go to bed. After Dries and Jasper had gotten dressed and gone to bed, there was a brief moment when there was a close call. Kathy opened the beds so that the children could crawl under the covers, and the diaper that lay at the foot of Jasper's bed was barely exposed. The children lay in bed, listening carefully as Kathy went downstairs. They quietly counted to the agreed hundred, after which Dries declared it safe to carry out their plan. Jasper dug out the nappy from the foot of the bed. It took a while. Finding the front, trying out the tapes, sticking it on again, and after a few well-intentioned tips, explanations and help from Dries, it was more or less fixed. Dries had even pulled down his pyjama bottoms, with red cheeks, then opened his body and pulled it up to show how it should look. When Jasper compared it to himself, it wasn't quite as nicely centred and mirrored, but it didn't fall off as soon as he stood up, so it was good enough. This time Jasper zipped up his second favourite onesie and crawled back into his sleeping bag. Dries beamed with joy. Jasper really was his best friend. There was no one in the world who had a better friend than him. He gave him a quick hug in gratitude. Jasper also felt a little lighter and happier under Dries' positive attention. They were best friends, and the good bond they already had got a huge boost. After some more careful whispering back and forth, Dries fell asleep with a blissful smile on his face. Jasper tossed and turned a little longer. The sensation of the nappy between his legs was exciting, exhilarating and soothing all at the same time. He was still enjoying the smile on Dries' face and he regularly ran his hand between his legs and over his bottom to feel the nappy and listen to the sound it made. He was not very comfortable. It sat a little crooked, pinching one groin more than the other, and he felt that it was all a little too loose. He turned restlessly and fell asleep a little later, lulled by Dries' calm breathing. Jasper woke up a little later in the middle of the night. He had forgotten to pee before going to bed. Nature called and he stumbled across the room, more asleep than awake, towards the door. He turned left towards the toilet and took two steps forward. By the third step he was wide awake and suddenly remembered several things at once: One: He was not at home, but at a sleepover with Dries. Two: The toilet was on the right side of the hall, not on the left. Three: What was on the left was the stairs. Four: When his foot failed to land where he thought it would, falling instead into an empty space, he knew he was on the Staircase.

Ok, so my history I guess first..I am 50 currently. I was not somewhat reliably dry until a month before my 9th birthday. At that time it was cloth diapers and plastic pants if my grandma was over, my mom used pampers in the purple box, on me until then. I have never been out of diapers my entire life. I was born with a congenital spine and my nerves didn’t run through the spine the same as most people. My day control was lost when I was Sophomore in college at Ohio State. My mom actually would drive up from Cincinnati and bring me a case of Attends at a time. My mom or grandma, did diaper me for the night until the summer before I left for college. I was then taught how to get them on correctly. I was also placed in room with another bedwetter, it was an actual question on the application. Anyways, so I had a back surgery in 2016, it went bad spinal fluid leak for a month they went back in and fixed the 9 tears. Woke up and started having seizures, never had one in my life. In 2020 I had gotten Saddle Anesthesia and wasn’t concerned really as my feet had been numb for years. I love my Motorcycles!, I had a 3 day ride the next day and my surgeon said it is an emergency surgery. I told her it had been like that for 3 weeks, she said I could tear my spinal cord and have no mobility. I told her if that is the case I am riding in the hare scramble ride. I got back Monday morning and that afternoon had surgery. When she got in there she said it was much worse than she could have imagined, even with having MRI’s done. That surgery happened end of February 2020, right before they shut down surgeries. Three weeks later I got COVID really bad, at that time the Dr at hospital didn’t know what to do. I was the 2nd person in our county to get it, anyways if it weren’t for my inhalers, I would’ve been in hospital for sure at least 8 weeks. My wife had symptoms for literally 3 hours..I then developed foot drop, in July of 2021. Another emergency surgery, woke up could not move my left leg at all. My surgeon also told me at that time, she needed to do a major back surgery and I would remain in hospital for a week before she could do it.. Had to do a 5 level fusion and my left leg didn’t move still, could barely move my big toe. I was also diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, my surgeon found lesions on my spine. Anyways was in hospital rehab for over a month and they got me walking with walker and of course using a wheelchair as well. I have zero sensation of when I need to go or even when I am wetting, I do have bowel issues, usually if my belly feels full, I better get on the potty. While I was in the hospital, I couldn’t change, bathe myself due to left leg and the tingling and numbness in left hand. It was at this time being 49 years old I started having, AB/DL feelings. My nightly aide would come in at 11, change me and then return every 2-3 hours. She would take me down to a special tub at times for a bath, one day she brought in a rubber duck and tossed it in the tub and said play with this while I get you clean. I don’t know why but I did play with that rubber duck the entire bath.. When she was done she left the rubber duck on side wall of where the large tub was, I said that people would know, she laughed and said you’re not an adult baby?? I said what is that? She explained it to me and she then questioned well you brought your own diapers which were Megamax and better dry diapers, my wife ordered all of them. It was after many wet beds my wife brought my diapers from home up. I looked up AB/DL after the bath and I, became somewhat intrigued. When she came in to change me before leaving, I told her I read about the AB/DL stuff and she asked, what I thought about it? I said you know, maybe if someone changed my diapers my whole life possibly, I could understood how people become an Adult Baby. She then confided in me that her ex husband was one, but he expected her to treat him as a baby all the time. She said they couldn’t have sex without it being part of it, staying in his diapers breastfeeding or wanting his mommy to give him a pacifier. I told her I actually was a thumb sucker until like 14 years old, but I would wake up doing it and never did it while awake and purposely. My mom actually got some like pepper tasting stuff that she would like coat my thumb with it. I stopped sucking my thumb though. She said now that her ex was long gone, she missed parts of it like bathing and changing Diapers. Now I must say I have a very very small penis which I am very self conscious about. She actually brought it up and said you know it is kind of funny and If this is to much, she said honestly you are the smallest she has ever seen. She said I think that is what made me start having these maternal feelings for you. I told her I don’t think that I could or would be an adult baby. She chuckled as she was cleaning me up and said, hmm as small as it is, it feels like you are hard. I told her I didn’t have feeling down there. She said OMG that is so sad, and she said on more than one occasion. Well over the next week she started doing some of the stuff she had. She brought in a onesie with Superman logo on it a two pack of pacifiers she admitted to buying them along with a tee pee, pee pee or something, she said she didn’t want me peeing on her like I did a nurse after surgery. She said I hope you need a change, I want to see if it will cover it as these are made for baby boys. It did unfortunately fit, I was humiliated beyond belief. She said it is a very Handy thing to have, she asked does your wife change you? I said well when I cannot do it myself and need help. She said she would show it to her when my wife comes after work. She actually told me that while in the 9 hour surgery, that it was delayed by almost an hour because an adult catheter wasn’t working and they had to find a way to get a pediatric size… I said you are lying, she went into the bathroom and said usually adult males use a 14-16 French and they had to find me an 8 French and they had a time getting it in, with the Dr. Worrying about my prostate being irritated or something? Well onto what this was supposed to be about, I have mobility issues and Fine motor skills with hands. I truly cannot untape a MegaMax diaper. My wife of course orders a lot at a time and it was like 15 cases of them delivered every 6 months. I keep forgetting to call and just get the Better Dry or Just the Northshore Supreme. I have an aide that comes daily 2xs a day to help me, change my diapers, showers me 3xs a week and helps me get dressed and OT and PT come once a week usually. I am staying at my moms house, we are having renovations done a zero entry shower like 6’x5’ and a tub like for old people, with the door on it with Jets like a hot tub. Well it has been almost 2.5 months! At least another two weeks to go. We also moved the laundry to old bathroom, laundry room is now my bathroom and we totally re did the kitchen. So now the uncomfortable part. My aide quit, she was so awesome when she gave me a bath, I still had the rubber ducky from the hospital, the onesie the tee pee, pee pee or whatever it is called. She had seen the pacifiers in the drawer and had even asked, if I wanted to use one. She was from the Philippines, well she quit a week ago Monday. I had been trying to change my diaper the first morning, just getting it untaped. I hear a knock on my door it is my Mom and she said: why don’t I help you? I can change you in the morning and then come and change you around lunch time. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know what to say, I was soaked. I was leaking onto my bed pad even with plastic pants on. I finally relented and said ok, I need help, she got the wipes, powder and a diaper with a booster pad. She said I should probably use the extra absorbency. She untaped me and stared at my tiny penis, she just looked and then got the wipes and was cleaning me up. Mom then was wiping my privates and she said please tell me that you are not hard. I told her I don’t know if I was hard because I don’t feel it. She said well you definitely are and she saw the tee pee thing and said reached for it and went to cover me and I started peeing. This time it was on myself and all the way up to my chest. It just kept going and going and I am trying to stop the stream with my hands. My mom finally just put a diaper over my penis. Mom then began the whole process of cleaning me up again. She had me on my side to clean my bottom. I got on my back again and she said it is still hard, not sure why it was and then it happened she looked down and she said oh lord, and there was cum leaking out of my penis! I was utterly embarrassed as you can imagine, she was as well and she started cleaning it up and then apologized. Mom said your diaper leaked through your plastic pants, you then peed all over yourself and then I made you have an orgasm…. I told her again I don’t feel anything, whether I am wetting or if anyone would even have sex and then she laughed and said well, I don’t see how that could be possible. I said what? She said honey, it really is the smallest one I have ever seen and she said, I think we should go to a Urologist to find out why it is so small and why you came. I can’t believe how much pee can come out of little ________. She said you seriously wet for at least a minute or longer! It has to be like a half gallon and this dirty diaper must weigh 5 lbs. Mom then said she is calling the agency and begging for someone else to be able to come out. She said I don’t mind changing your diapers, help with bathing and helping you dress. She said the issue where you had an orgasm, is what is hard to be ok with happening. Well this morning, I woke up soaked again. My mom knocked and asked do I need help? I said yes please. she said don’t be embarrassed or mad. I was super embarrassed, as my mom hired a nurse that lived across the street and she was aware of everything. The nurse Katie took down my plastic pants and was amazed at the weight of the diaper. She began cleaning me up and I began wetting heavily all over myself again. Katie actually laughed and let me pee all over myself and then was staring at my penis. My mother was pretty upset, she let me pee all over myself. Katie said that it will be an issue if I continue to pee like that and then be sexually excited. I told her that I was not actually sexually excited, I apologized and asked if truly I didn’t feel it. I assured her it was not a sexual feeling. For all week Katie changed, bathed and helped me dress. Each day I was still peeing all over, or I had an orgasm it seemed occurred. My Mom does change me in between Katie’s visiting. My mom yesterday finally said, I am just going to say it, when I was diapering you the summer before college, your penis was 5xs the size of it is now…. She said with all my health issues, she said it embarrasses her that people are changing you and seeing it. I said, I have no dignity left and I can’t use it, then why do I care anymore. Mom truly didn’t believe me I couldn’t feel it. While changing me, she was actually using her finger and thumb and jerking me off. I couldn’t feel it, so I acted like I didn’t see it. Apparently I then ejaculated right after she stopped doing it and was using baby wipes cleaning my area down there. She said I don’t know if you felt what I was doing and please don’t judge me if you did. You orgasmed though so I think you do feel it and get off on me your mother changing your diapers and stuff. She said your penis is always hard even though it is like 2”. I truly do not have any feeling down there. I am just really humiliated and hurt that she thinks what she does.

5 wonderful years living with an indwelling catheter. I loved wearing diapers, but I got to the point it didn't satisfy my very strong urge to be fully incontinent. Living with an indwelling catheter means you are incontinent because you have lost all control. It is a process getting use to it and learning how to change it on your own. I've never had a UTI. For some people it is very uncomfortable and I had trouble at first. Now it feels like part of my body. Love to hear others who feel the same way.

Hi all - this is a new story I'm working on. It's going to be structured in a series of vignettes - I've always loved the "I'm not a little girl! (really!)" series by @Alex Bridges so this sort of draws on the same style. There will be more to come - and this is really my first foray into ABDL fiction at all. So I appreciate any thoughts on it. Thanks! “Mike?....Michael? Wake up…c’mon…wake up.” I stirred from my sleep…i was laying on the couch…there was an unfamiliar cold feeling around my crotch. I looked up; my girlfriend, Alix, was lording over me, a look of concerned frustration on her face. “Michael…um…I think you had an accident in your sleep.” “No…I couldn’t have…” I stammered, my hand slipping down to feel it; the whole area was soaked; my shorts…the blanket…the cushion…”I must have spilled something” “Michael, c’mon,” Alix looked down at me with her hands on her hips. “It smells like piss…come on now…let’s get up and get this figured out.” She pulled the blanket up; the damage was apparent in the natural light of the room. “Jesus Christ Michael,” she shook her head. I knew she was sort of pissed or frustrated because she was using my full name. “Does this normally happen? Are you OK?" I stood up; the air hitting the cool wet patch leading to a chilliness overcoming me. I had had problems with bedwetting as a teenager, but it had been years. I had been feeling ok too; we had just gone on a long hike and had come back and I had passed out sitting next to her on the couch. “N..no,” I sort of murmured. “It must have been exhaustion.” “Maybe,” she said. “We did go a long way today I guess.” She stood silently for a moment. “Let me go throw this in the washer and we’ll figure out what to do next.” She walked off briskly and returned somewhat quickly with some cleaning supplies. As I stood there, half stunned, she sprayed some cleaner and scrubbed the wet spot. Then she turned her attention to me, setting the cleaning supplies down on the floor next to the couch. “Come on baby…let’s go get you cleaned up and out of those clothes.” She led me back toward the bathroom and had me lay down on the floor. There was a tub of baby wipes she always had sitting in her bathroom for her makeup, and she grabbed them and set them down beside me and removed my urine-soaked shorts and underwear. “I…I can do this, Alix,” my face grew red. “I can totally do this, please.” “Shh,” she said. “Let me help you. Please?” I nodded. A smile came across her face and she began wiping me. After a couple times over the nether regions, she asked, “Michael, do you have any other clothes we can put you in?” I thought about it. I hadn’t actually brought a change of clothes since I was planning on going back home after hiking with Alix today as I had a bunch of calls to prep for the next day. Fuck, I thought. “Uh um, actually, no, I don’t think I do,” I shrugged. “I guess I can just go commando?” “God no,” she laughed. “And risk you peeing further on other furniture? I don’t think so. And my undies are out of the question too. I really don’t want them getting soiled either. What ever will we do?” “I can’t just have you lay here on my bathroom floor the whole time until your clothes are dry can I?” She laughed at her own quip. “Wait a minute,” she stood up, “hold on, I got an idea.” She walked out and back toward her bedroom. She reappeared with a rectangular object that she was unfolding…it was a Pull-Up - like something a toddler would wear. “A diaper?” I asked. “It’s not a diaper,” she smirked, “It’s a Pull-Up. I was watching my niece whos still got bedwetting problems as a teen…poor girl...and she had a bag that got left behind. I mean, the bag says they’re for people about your size…” I mean was pretty skinny…but I really wasn’t feeling this. “Nah Alix, it’s OK, I can just go home.” “Michael, come on, don’t be silly…I want to have you here. I don’t want you to run off. But I don’t want you running around my house peeing on my furniture either. How about this? You let me put this on you…and we can go lay and cuddle and order some food and then…I’ll take you out of it later and we can have some grown-up time…deal?” I gazed back up at her, she had a glow about her. She really wanted this. Cuddling did sound nice though. “Ok…deal….” I said. “But you can’t tell anyone about any of this…and this is for today only. I’m not a bedwetter.” “Of course you aren’t,” she chuckled. "big kids go wet-wet at night all the time..." “But yes, it’s our secret. Pinky promise.” “Ok, let’s get this over with then.” I said, resigned to my infantile fate. She kneeled back down and put the pull-up around my ankles and shimmied it up my legs. It strangely fit like well…a diaper. I was today years old when I realized that children’s diapers would fit adults. “Ok, stand up.” I stood up. The bulk of the Pull-Up was both foreign and…oddly soft and comfortable. The colorful, juvenile owl on the front looked at me tauntingly as she pulled at the waist and ran her fingers through the leg holes. Seemingly satisfied, she grabbed my hand and started to walk me out. “Ok cuddle time.” We got to the bed and she gave me a couple taps on my now diapered butt. I climbed in her large, soft bed bed wearing the pull-up and t-shirt (that had somehow missed the deluge of piss earlier) and she stripped down to an oversized t-shirt and boyshorts. She climbed in and I slipped up next to her. I laid my head on her chest. She put my mouth on her nipple, and as I began to suckle into a lull of semi-conciousness, she patted my diapered butt rhythmically as she whispered “good baby…good baby” while I returned to the land of slumber.

Part 1 Freddie Stevens was sitting at his computer and working on his last game project. It was a large fantasy adventure, and he was about to perform the very first playtests. The game was almost ready to play, and he planned to provide the alpha version to his friends. “It’s time to send e-mails to Tony and Marianne,” he told to himself and opened the e-mail program. Tony and Marianne were his friends and they often helped him. All of sudden, he noticed an unknown wi-fi network in the list. A wi-fi network wasn’t anything extraordinaire but Freddie lived in a small house about five miles away from the nearest village and he used his private access point with a satellite modem. There were no more access points around. Somebody could wander through the forest but there was no mobile signal there. The satellite modem was the only connection to the outer world. Freddie liked the life far from the civilization. He could work on his projects undisturbed, and his loyal companions were rabbits and does that came close to his house. The house itself was well equipped and mostly independent on the external power. The unknown wi-fi network wasn’t the only strange phenomenon. About a month ago, Freddie walked through the forest. He arrived at a small clearing and noticed a strange fog. He was taken aback; it was a sunny day. Suddenly, he spotted a doe appearing out of the fog. The next day he returned to the same clearing and noticed another doe disappearing in the fog. He was tempted to enter the fog, but he didn’t have the courage to do it. Freddie was staring at the unknown wi-fi network, and he decided to succumb to the temptation and connect. The network was public and unprotected. To his utter shock, the e-mail program disconnected instantly. Freddie didn’t panic and tried to open Google. Google worked but Freddie was not able to find any familiar places or persons. Was he looking at a different world? After browsing several sites, he felt like in a daydream or fairy-tale. A knocking on the door awakened Freddie from his dreams. Who could arrive at his place? He wasn’t aware of any visit and does didn’t knock on the door. He stood up and walked over to the door. When he opened it, he stared at the visitor in utter surprise. “Good afternoon, sir,” a small girl at about ten was standing in front of the door. She was short and slender with long dark hair arranged in a ponytail and deep brown eyes. She was wearing clothes resembling a school uniform – a white blouse, a knee length skirt and jacket with a checkered pattern, thick tights and low-heeled shoes. Freddie also noticed a rather big backpack on her back. “Hey, little girl, how did you get here? Did you get lost? Where are your parents? Are you all alone here?” “My name is Ann, and I probably passed the Border. Where am I?” “W … what? What border? My name is Freddie and the next village is Chatsson. I live in a small house and I’m alone here.” “Don’t you know about the Border? We learned about it and about another strange world behind it.” “Strange? I live here and I don’t find it strange,” Freddie shrugged, “In either case, come in. We can talk inside.” Ann nodded and walked in. Freddie showed her the way and they stopped in his small living room. “Sit down. Would you like to have something to drink or eat?” “Yeah, please. Can I have a cup of juice?” Ann put the backpack off her back and sat down. “Of course, Ann,” Freddie left for the kitchen and returned with a cup of juice, “have your drink and tell me more about yourself. Why are you walking through the forest? Can you walk all alone? Where are your parents.” “I should explain you, sir …” “Call me Freddie.” “Okay, Freddie. I am looking for a Caretaker and I don’t know my parents.” “W … what? Where do you live then? Who takes care of you?” “Freddie, I live in the Children Centre now, but I turned ten two days ago and now I should find a Caretaker. Children live in the Centers until they turn ten.” “What happens then?” “They have to find a Caretaker that will take care until their adulthood. Otherwise, they are assigned to public caretakers. To be honest, I wouldn’t like to get assigned. Some of my friends have been assigned and they complained about the treatment by the public caretakers.” Freddie kept listening and he couldn’t believe his ears. What world was the little girl talking about? However, he remembered the sites he had found shortly ago. “Okay, I need some time to cope with everything you’ve told me. You are looking for a caretaker. How did you cross the border? Do you believe to find a caretaker here?” “Why not. Would you like to become my caretaker?” “Wait, Ann. It is not that simple. We don’t know caretakers in our world. It would be an adoption and a judge had to assign you as my adoptive daughter.” “It is simple. Come with me and you become my caretaker in our world. We can return and live here if you want to.” “Okay, but I don’t have any experience with children, Ann. I’m a bachelor.” Freddie watched Ann and tried to imagine himself as a parent; he didn’t like the word Caretaker. “Don’t worry, Freddie. I won’t trouble you at all and I’ll help you with all chores. I’ve learned it at the Children Centre.” “What if somebody comes to visit? How do I explain your presence? Somebody could call the social services.” Ann kept silent. She wasn’t aware of the laws on the other side. It was simple to assign an adult as her caretaker in her world. Nevertheless, she believed that it could be solved somehow. “Would you like to try it at least? You wouldn’t be alone here though.” “I don’t know, Ann ….” “Please,” Ann made puppy eyes at Freddie. “Okay then; you convinced me even if I’m not able to imagine a life with a child. However, it is getting late now. You shouldn’t go to the forest in the darkness. Stay here and we will go to your world tomorrow. I’ll make a dinner and find some bedsheets for you. Won’t you get missing?” “I don’t think so. Children like me can look for their caretakers for several days even if I don’t remember a caretaker from behind the Border.” Ann suddenly kept silent for about a minute, and she turned to Freddie then. “Freddie, I need a diaper change. I’ve just peed myself and the diaper is soaked already.” “A diaper change? Do you need diapers? You are ten though.” “Yeah, I need diapers. Hopefully I’ll get toilet trained at 18 or later.” “Well, that’s another challenge. I’ve never changed diapers. Can’t you change them on your own?” “Sorry, Freddie, I can’t do it. We can learn it when we turn 17. However, it is not difficult, Freddie. I have everything necessary with me,” Ann pointed at the backpack. Freddie sighed quietly. The parent role itself was a challenge and changing diapers made it even harder. He opened the backpack and pulled out several cloth diapers, a package of baby wipes, a spare pair of rubber pants and spare tights. There was a plastic bag and a changing mat inside, too. “Ann, is it enough until tomorrow?” Freddie looked at the diapers. There were six large flat diapers there. “I need two diapers for every change. You will need two of them now, two after dinner and the last two during the night. Can you wash the four diapers after dinner?” “Of course, I can, and the washing machine can dry them as well.” “That’s fine, change me now please. I don’t like the wet feeling,” Ann walked over to a couch and lay down. She removed her shoes and tights and lifted her skirt. The rubber pants were exposed, and Ann spread her legs. “Unbutton the pants,” she asked Freddie. He did it and the urine reek spread across the room. The diapers between her legs were soaked. “Pull the diapers from beneath me, take the baby wipes and wipe my crotch,” Ann continued. Freddie nodded and obeyed her commands. He put two clean diapers beneath her, powdered her, pulled the diapers between her legs and buttoned the rubber pants. Five minutes later Ann was clean and dry. She put on the tights and shoes and jumped down from the couch. “The first caretaker task accomplished,” she grinned, “where is the bathroom? We have to rinse the dirty diapers and put them into a pail.” Ann headed towards the bathroom and Freddie shook his head only. What the hell did he get into?

might be a long shot but if anyone has any 07 size 7 cruisers for sale i'd love to buy. or if you'd like to trade i've got some other vintage stuff

I'm looking to expand my collection of diaps to 4 tape / tab diapers and I need to know ones that aren't like the pink princess one. I want ones that are white with cute designs like Rearz Critter Caboose.

If this is your first Nikki & Sarah story, you might want to read the previous ones first. Here's a list: Nikki & Sarah - Index thread ------------------------------------------------ Not-so-lazy Sunday (Part 1) Sarah giggled. The deep, red plush of the carpet tickled her bare skin as she crawled down the hotel hallway behind Nikki. She had to admit that it was hard not to be distracted by Nikki's butt, clad in tight, black latex pants, swaying hypnotically only inches away from her face. The surface was so polished that Sarah could see her own funhouse reflection. Suddenly she felt a tug on her collar. Apparently she had lost focus and slowed down and Nikki had pulled the leash slung over her shoulder to urge her along. They reached the railing of the mezzanine overlooking the crowded lobby and Sarah knelt by Nikki's side. "I still can't believe this is legal," she said, looking at all the people below. Nikki didn't answer. She only bent down to adjust Sarah's outfit. Although calling it an outfit was rather generous. It was really just a collection of narrow leather straps. "Mistress?" Sarah said quietly. "Yes sweetie?" "May I please go to the bathroom?" "Of course," Nikki said with a smile, "but be quick. You don't want to be late for your spanking down there." She nodded towards the lobby below where somebody was setting up some furniture that would never be seen in an IKEA catalogue. Sarah got to her feet and got a playful little swat across her butt before she hurried off towards the bathrooms. It didn't take her long to find them, but by the time she reached a stall she was close to bursting. Undoing the necessary buckles and sitting down, Sarah relaxed and let go. Hang on, something's not right h- Sarah's eyes flew open and she threw the duvet aside. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. In the dim light filtering through the curtains she could clearly see the hand-sized wet spot on the pale blue flannel sheet. She rolled out of bed and started hurriedly pulling off the sheet wanting to get them off before too much soaked through to the mattress. "Wha'?" came a sleepy voice from underneath the piled-up duvet. Shit! Nikki. One end of the duvet rose to reveal Nikki's sleepy face. She looked at the naked Sarah tugging at the sheet; confusion evident on her face. Then her gaze moved to the sheet and she realised what was happening. "It's not... I mean, this... I don't usua-" Before Sarah could finish, Nikki crawled out from under the duvet and put a finger to her lips. "It's OK sweetie," she said. "Don't worry. I'll fix this. You just go get cleaned up." Nikki gently took the sheet from Sarah's unresisting hands. Sarah just stood there paralysed; her mind was a turmoil of excuses, reasons, frustrations and things both said and unsaid. She really didn't know what to do. Nikki climbed out of bed and rolled the dry part of the sheet under the spot before turning her attention to Sarah. "It's OK honey," Nikki said. "You just had a little accident." She pulled Sarah into a hug and slowly stroked her back, whispering reassuring nothings to her. "Look at me sweetie," Nikki murmured after a while. "I'll fix things here. What I want you to do right now is just go take a shower. Can you do that for me?" Sarah sniffled and nodded. Nikki took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Nikki unbuckled Sarah's collar and put it next to the sink. "Now take your time sweetie. There's no rush." For a few seconds after the door closed, Sarah just stood there, shocked. She had wet her bed, something she hadn't done since she was a kid. Unless you count yesterday, but that was on purpose. And to make matters worse, she had done it while Nikki had been sleeping right next to her. Sarah just sat down on the toilet, feeling more overwhelmed than anything else. She could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. When she was done, she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rinse off her shame and dismay. She had just began soaping up when she heard the door open. Don't mind me," Nikki's voice said. "I'm just putting the sheets in the washer." "I'm sorry Nikki. I messed up this weekend." Nikki peeked around the shower curtain. "Will you stop saying that? You wet the bed. It's not the end of the world." "But I haven't done that since I was a kid," "Yeah, well, you haven't worn diapers and wet them all day since then either. Also, the wine probably didn't help." "But still..." Sarah protested. "Sweetie, I've already made you wet yourself on purpose. Do you really think I'd think less of you if it happened by accident?" "I guess not," Sarah mumbled, barely audible over the noise from the shower. "Good. Now finish up in here and come back to bed." Nikki withdrew her head and a few moments later Sarah heard the door close. Sarah finished showering and after wrapping her hair in a towel turban, she threw the wet towels into the washing machine and switched it on. When she opened the door to the bedroom, Nikki was just tucking in the last corner the sheet. "C'mere you," Nikki said gave Sarah a hug. "Feeling better?" "A little," Sarah admitted. "Good. Now, just so this doesn't happen again," Nikki said as she steered Sarah towards the bed, "we're going to have to take a few little-girl precautions." "What do you mean, little-girl precautions?" "Just sit down sweetie." Sarah sat down on the edge of the bed and immediately noticed that the mattress felt a little strange under the sheet. It took a couple of moments for her to connect the dots. Then it dawned on her. "Plastic sheets?" she asked incredulously. "Like I said: Precautions," Nikki said as she picked up a large towel. "Now lie back and lift your butt and let's see if I can remember how to do this." Sarah scooted back on the bed and lifted her butt off the mattress. "Legs apart." Nikki quickly folded the towel and slipped it under Sarah's butt, pushing down on her hips to signal her to lower her butt onto the thick layer of terrycloth. "You're kidding," Sarah said when she realised what Nikki was doing. "I don't need this. I'm not a baby," she complained. "Of course you're not," Nikki said reassuringly. "We're just taking some extra precautions. Besides, we need that last diaper of yours for later. Now hold these two for me." She wrapped two ends of the towel around Sarah's waist. Next, Nikki pulled the last corner up between Sarah's legs and folded the end in place. "I don't suppose you have any safety pins big enough for this?" Sarah just looked at Nikki. "Didn't think so." Nikki tore off a long strip of duct tape and used it to hold the front of the diaper in place. "There we go. Almost done," she said cheerfully and added a couple of extra strips of tape to make sure it would stay on. "And for ze pièce de résistance," Nikki said with an exaggerated French accent and held up what looked like a pair of huge, black granny panties. "What the hell are those?" "Oh you'd be amazed at what you can do with bin liners." Nikki shook the improvised plastic panties open and slid them up Sarah's legs. "Butt?" Sarah raised her hips and Nikki slid the black plastic over the white cloth and added more tape to keep it in place. "Now let's get a look at you." Sarah stood and waddled a few steps before doing an awkward pirouette. "I feel like I have half a mattress between my legs," she complained. "Maybe, but you look adorable. In fact there's only one thing missing." Nikki said. "Give me a sec." She darted out the door and returned with Sarah's collar. "There we are: Perfect." Nikki smiled as she put the collar around Sarah's neck. "I feel ridiculous," Sarah said, using both hands to adjust the bulk of her diaper. "Oh stop whining," Nikki lay down on the bed and patted the mattress in front of her, "and listen to your mistress when she tells you to get back in bed." Sarah rolled her eyes theatrically. " Yes Ma'am." Nikki chuckled as Sarah snuggled in close. She pulled the duvet over the both of them and slipped her arms around Sarah's waist. "Feel better now?" "Yeah, but it still feels weird. It's so big and thick, I can't even feel it when you're stroking it." "Um, that's probably because I'm not." Nikki patted Sarah's stomach with both hands for emphasis. "Anyway, it's just until we get more regular ones." "OK then." "Unless you end up liking them, of course." Nikki gave Sarah's neck a kiss before turning off the light.

Does your little/sub/diaperslave not use the toilet? These are some fun humiliating songs to make them sing (and dance to)! Do they need to pee? Make them sing before they're allowed! Make them sing before giving them a change! Make them sing before changing them out of their sodden clothes! Make them sing before giving them permission to get out of bed! Better still if there are tears running down their face! I designed these song meters to be gender-flexible, so you can swap boy/girl or daddy/mommy or undies/panties as needed. (Though I'm not sure what to do about NB piss-pants; suggestions welcome.) Diaper Wetting I'm going to wet my diaper! My pants really crinkle It's handy when I tinkle I'm going to wet my diaper! I drank a lot of juice So I'm going to let loose I wear my potty every day So I can do my pee-pee without delaaaay! I'm going to wet my diaper! 'Cuz I'm a baby boy! [Start wetting] Psss, psss, psss, ooh! Psss, psss, psss, ohh! [Repeat until all done] I just wet my diaper! Soggy diapers are the norm Squishy, yellow and warm I just wet my diaper Mommy put me in a Pamp And I made it all damp My pants are starting to sag Someone had better grab the diaper baaaag! I just wet my diaper 'Cuz I'm a baby boy! Diaper Messing I'm going to poop my diaper! I ate a bunch of fruit But now I need to toot I'm going to poop my diaper! Now I'm going to squat down And push out something brown My face looks like I'm trying to think But the truth is I'm about to raise a stiiiink! I'm going to poop my diaper! 'Cuz I'm a baby girl! [Start pushing] Pushie, pushie, pushie, ooh! Pushie, pushie, pushie, ooh! [Repeat until all done] I just pooped my diaper! I gave a big push Now there's poopie on my tush I just pooped my diaper! I just made a present But it doesn't smell too pleasant I bent down and made boom It's pretty obvious to everyone in the roooom! I just pooped my diaper 'Cuz I'm a baby girl! Pants Wetting I'm about to wet my undies! I didn't use the potty And that was very naughty I'm about to wet my undies! I was busy playing But my holding strength is fraying Now I'm doing the pee-pee dance And I'm moments away from going in my paaaants! I'm about to wet my undies! Just like a baby boy! [Start wetting] Drip, drip, drip, ooh! Drip, drip, drip, ooh! [Repeat until all done] I just wet my undies! I didn't notice I had to go And I couldn't hold my flow I just wet my undies! I made pee-pee everywhere Everybody point and stare Tell everyone the news: My accident is dribbling into my shooooes! I just wet my undies! Just like a baby boy! Bedwetting I hope I don't wet my jam-jams! If I wet the bed again That'll be another stain I hope I don't wet my jam-jams! Daddy always gets mad He says I need a puppy pad The chart says I've wet five times this week It seems like every night, my bladder springs a leeeeak! I hope I don't wet my jam-jams! 'Cuz I'm no baby girl! [go to sleep] I just wet my jam-jams! I just woke up and I'm groggy But I see my sheets are soggy I just wet my jam-jams! I'm sitting in a puddle And I'm gonna be in trouble I was having such a lovely dream But at the same time, I released my streeeeam! I just wet my jam-jams! Maybe I'm really a baby girl!

If this is your first Nikki & Sarah story, you might want to read the previous ones first. Here's a list: Nikki & Sarah - Index thread ------------------------------------------------ Breaking the habit (Part 1) It was Saturday and Sarah was sitting in bed, grading tests. She hated having to work during the weekend, but she had been putting this off for too long and the tests had to be done by Monday. The bedroom was a little chilly, but Sarah's huge duvet formed a warm and cosy cocoon around her. On a tray on her lap was a small stack of papers and a couple of red pens. Educational guidelines be damned, test-grading called for red pens. If the pupils or parents couldn't handle that... well, tough. The radio was tuned to a station playing 80's hits and Sarah found herself humming along as she put a big smiley-face on a particularly good answer. Just five more to go. Twenty minutes later Sarah was done. She put a jumbo-sized paperclip on the stack of tests and leaned over the edge of the bed to put the tray on the floor. She gave it a quick push to slide it into a corner of the room. It was time for her own little experiment. She slid a hand down her tummy to make sure that her diaper was still properly in place and that none of the tapes had come loose. Sarah gathered the pillows behind her and leaned back, stretching her legs. She reached up to absentmindedly fiddle with the collar around her neck. Sarah remembered how nervous she had been when she and Nikki had gone to the pet store to buy it. And how embarrassed, but at the same time excited, she had been when Nikki had revealed to the sales girl that the collar wasn't really for a dog, but for her. Even when Nikki wasn't there, Sarah felt that the collar was now part of her not being in control of things. In fact, that had been one of the 'standing orders' they had agreed on. Whenever she wore her diapers, she would also wear the collar. She put a finger through the metal D-ring and tugged it gently, smiling at the tingling sensation it generated in her tummy. While she had been grading the tests, Sarah had managed to finish off a rather large bottle of water and it was beginning to make its presence known. She lay back, took a deep breath and tried to relax. Sarah had a clear goal: She was going to wet herself. After the first time with Nikki, she had tried several times on her own, but somehow she had always stayed disappointingly dry. Toilet training was a hard habit to break. Especially when her body had had over twenty-five years of practice. But this time she was going to succeed. She had a full tank and nowhere she had to be. No stress. Just relax. Relax and let go. Sarah imagined Nikki's arms around her, her voice whispering soothingly in her ear and her warmth against her back, but it still wasn't enough. She groaned with frustration as the pressure on her bladder increased. Then, before she even knew what she was doing, Sarah had thrown the duvet aside and was running towards the bathroom. She tore the diaper off, letting it just fall to the floor and barely had time to sit down on the toilet before the floodgates opened. "Damnit!" Sarah said out loud. "Why is this so hard?" She rested her elbows on her knees and ran her fingers through her hair. Sarah wiped, flushed and washed her hands. Then she picked up the ruined, but still dry, diaper, rolled it up and threw it in the trash. With a resigned sigh, Sarah unbuckled the collar while she walked back to the bedroom. She put it back in its place on the night stand before getting dressed. Thoughts of her failed attempt at wetting herself swirled around Sarah's mind and she couldn't help smiling a little at the contrast of the kinkiness of her thoughts and the everyday, wholesome appearance of her clothes. Sarah made the bed and picked up the tests she had graded, putting them in her backpack so she wouldn't forget them the following Monday. As she picked up the backpack, one of the straps on it was caught on something, almost yanking it out of Sarah's hands. That gave her an idea. She picked up her phone and called Nikki. It didn't take long for her to answer. "Hi Sarah." Nikki sounded a little preoccupied. "if this isn't terribly important, would you mind calling back in half an hour or so? We're having a bit of a meltdown here." "Oh, you're at work." Nikki suddenly felt a little guilty. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight." "No, you dumbass, over there," Nikki yelled at someone on her end. "Sorry, what did you say?" "I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to come over tonight," Sarah repeated. "I may have a little surprise for you." "Oh." Sarah could almost hear Nikki's brain shifting gears and when she spoke again, Sarah just knew that she was grinning. "Have you been a good little girl?" Sarah felt a shiver go down her spine at Nikki's tone of voice. "I've tried," she said. "Really hard." "Good. I have to finish here and run some errands so I'll see you around five-ish?" "I'll be ready," Sarah said, "Ma'am." Nikki chuckled. "Look sweetie, I have to run. Talk to you later?" "Yep. Bye bye." Sarah hung up and looked at her watch. She still had several hours before Nikki would be there. More than enough time to make a shopping trip for some supplies. ~~~ Sarah pushed the door closed behind her with her foot before putting down the plastic bags she was carrying. She locked the door and pulled off her wet boots, putting them on the shoe rack to dry. Next she peeled off her soggy and cold socks, just leaving them by the door for the moment. Not bothering to remove her coat, Sarah moved as quickly as her cold-numbed feet let her to the bedroom where she pulled on a pair of thick wool socks and her big, fluffy bunny slippers. She just sat there for a while, feeling the warmth slowly return to her feet before returning to the hallway to hang her coat. After putting away the food, Sarah grabbed the remaining plastic bag and headed for the bedroom. She turned up the heat and piled the pillows up in a heap at the head of the bed before undressing. She folded her clothes neatly and put them on the chair in the corner before opening the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulling out a diaper. There weren't that many left so Sarah made a mental note that she would have to buy a new pack. She remembered when she had bought them. How she had driven for almost an hour to get to a store where she felt sure nobody would recognise her, how she had done almost a week's worth of shopping to cover the diapers in her trolley and how sweaty her palms had felt and how hard her heart had been beating as she approached the check-out counter. That first pack had lasted all this time and she really didn't look forward to having to get a new one. Sarah unfolded the diaper, put it on the bed and sat down on it. Lying back, she pulled the diaper up between her legs, marvelling for a moment at the dry, almost tissue paper-like sensation against her skin. That'll change soon enough. She slid off the bed and squatted down next to it. The diapers crinkled softly and Sarah smiled a little at the sound. She slowly made her way around the bed, tying nylon straps to each corner. Reaching into the bag Sarah pulled out a plastic sheet which she put on the bed. Just in case. Sarah grabbed a couple of old t-shirts from the back of her closet before sitting down on the middle of the bed. A delicious shiver ran up her back as the cool plastic touched the backs of her thighs. She slipped off the socks and slippers and tied the two straps at the foot of the bed to her ankles, using the t-shirts as padding. Testing the straps, Sarah found that she could move her legs a little bit, so she scooted up the bed to tighten them. Next she picked up her phone and found a playlist with music that was nice and relaxed without being too new-agey. She put the phone on the night stand, far enough away that she wouldn't be able to knock it down on the floor by accident. Leaning back into the pile of pillows behind her, Sarah wiggled around until she was comfortably half sitting, half lying before reaching for the remaining two straps. She fed the ends of the straps through the buckles and tied her wrists to them. Then, using her teeth, she pulled the straps tight. She was helpless. At first, Sarah tried to move, testing the bonds that held her, but she had done a good job. There was enough slack to give her a little wiggle-room, but not enough to be helpful. Sarah almost squealed at the sensation. Looking at the old alarm clock next to her phone, she saw that she had at three or four hours before Nikki would show up. She took a deep breath, lay back and tried to relax, but there was a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. What would Nikki say when she found her? What would she do? The questions and expectations floating around Sarah's mind didn't exactly help her relax. Sarah took another breath and closed her eyes. Other than the music, the bedroom was quiet. God, the songs on that playlist all sounded the same. Sarah opened her eyes and looked at the clock again. It had only been ten minutes and she was already regretting not bringing her laptop and a movie. She closed her eyes again. She had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something. Lock the door? Check. Put away the groceries? Take out the garbage? Check and check. Clean up all the arts supplies on the kitchen table? Yep. Water the plants? Of course. The only thing left to do is to lie back and count sheep. One sheep, another sheep. And another... Hang on, did I remember to paint the unicorn and braid the spaghetti? Definitely. Back to the flying turtles. Four, five, six... Sarah awoke feeling the familiar pressure of a full bladder and sat up, or rather tried to sit up. It took her a panicked little moment to remember the straps that held her in place. She took a deep breath and felt her heart rate slow to normal. And so the struggle began again: Willpower against years of toilet training. It hadn't been easy the last time and somehow, it was even harder now that she was lying on her back. Damnit! I can do this. Sarah began to squirm, involuntarily trying to cross her legs, but the she had done a good job with the straps. The pressure was almost painful now. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to cast her mind back to the last time. Trying to imagine Nikki sitting behind her, holding her and whispering soothingly to her. Waterfalls, rivers, dripping faucets, rain running down a window... The sneeze just came out of nowhere. It was so powerful that Sarah was convinced that it would have bounced her off the bed if she hadn't been tied down. And before she could draw a proper breath, she had two more quick ones. Somehow her entire body had clenched up with the first sneeze, but the follow-ups let out a tiny spurt of pee. It was almost immediately absorbed by the diaper, but it was enough. It was the first little crack in the dam in Sarah's mind. As the seconds ticked by, she could almost feel the mental mortar crumbling. It was almost as if that tiny, damp spot in her diaper, too small for her to really feel, drew it out of her. Every heartbeat reverberated down to her bladder. It was almost like somebody was tapping the front of her diaper. Oh come on, the diaper is wet already. Just let go. At first it was just a feeling of relief from the pressure, but that soon turned to an almost giddy exhilaration as a warm, wet sensation gushed down between Sarah's spread legs to her butt. She tensed her muscles, trying to slow the torrent and gradually it subsided. Sarah couldn't help herself; she giggled. She had done it. As she marveled at the sensation of the diaper swelling and becoming a little tighter, it struck her that this was a very odd thing to feel proud of. Sarah looked up at the ceiling and relaxed her muscles, letting out a new trickle. A small analytical voice in the back of her mind wondered why it was so much easier now, but she honestly didn't care. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the way it felt. Completely lost in this state of warm and wet tranquility, Sarah drifted off to her newly discovered, personal nirvana. She awoke a while later and the first thing she noticed was that her diaper felt cooler than before. By no means uncomfortably cold, but still... Maybe I should something about that. Sarah let out a tiny trickle and was genuinely surprised at how easy it was becoming and how quickly she had accepted wetting herself as a normal thing to do. She sighed contentedly and smiled. "Ahem." Sarah's eyes flew open as she looked towards the sound. Standing, leaned against the door frame with crossed arms and an epically raised eyebrow was Nikki.