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Hi I am new but am married to a bedwetter who is 22 and has wet all of his life. i diaper him with cloth diapers at home and have started sissy plastic panties over his diapers that are either pik or nursery print and once he got used to that he and I have a great relationship as he likes the feeling of submissio that he gets and I enjoy taking care of his needs like he is a young child. We started with disposABLES THEN CLOTH AND PLAIN PANTS NOW PRETTY PANTIES AND THICKER DIAPERS

Sorry of the weird title. Couldn't think of anything better. Last weekend I pulled my back or something and I can't wear my usual diaper solution at night. The bulk seems to be

I don't know how I am the first to post this but there is a scene where a young Harry wakes up in a wet bed. It is rather sad because Aunt Petunia yells at him but it is cannon bed wetting.

As mom got in the car she said, "be a good boy for your Aunt Sharon!" I was sad and had been crying at the thought of my mommy being away for a whole week. "We will have so much fun!", my aunt consoled. It was certainly not easy for a 5 year old boy to be in a strange place for a whole week. I continued to pout as mommy drove away. "Let's go in and get a snack," Sharon said as she carried my suitcase and put my mom's quilted, baby blue bag over her shoulder. I agreed and took her hand. I enjoyed the graham crackers and apple juice she gave me and I was getting more comfortable. After finishing, she turned on the TV and I sat in a beanbag chair and watched my favorite cartoons, bugs and daffy made me almost forget mommy had left. As I sat and watched I started needing to pee. I didn't know where the potty was and I didn't always make it on time even at home. Aunt Sharon asked me if I needed to potty right after my snack but I didn't need to go then. I kept watching TV. Roadrunner was on and he was my favorite. I waited to long and soon felt a warmness on my crotch and bottom. I kept watching TV. Aunt Sharon came to check on me. She soon noticed my pants were wet. "Uh oh, Dougie, looks like you tee-teed in your pants. Let's get you cleaned up." She led me by the hand around the corner into a bedroom. My suitcase and quilted bag were on the dresser. She went to a closet and took out a plastic mat. It crinkled as she spread it on the bed. She lifted me up and laid me on the

I am looking for 1 or 2 packages if HUGGIES XL from the late 1980's early 1990's.

My name is Russell Irons. I'm not famous, in fact I'm kind of look like a geek that comes in handy because people underestimate me. I spent 6 years in the Army Special Forces. I do know how to kill with just my hands. Not that I ever had outside of wartimes. I've been married 12 years today. This is a special anniversary as it may be my last. Oh I don't do anything hush, hush for the government I'm not a spy. I teach school and am the wrestling coach at the local high school. I've always been small but I'm quick and am wickedly evasive, served me well when I was a runningback at the same high school I now teach History at. And when I served my country, I did two tours in Kuait, Iraq, and Afghanistan.

Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.

* it is the first day of school and

I don't remember being changed as an infant or toddler but have vague memories of being in preschool and having accidents and getting changed. I was a bedwetter until age 11 though and I do remember being woken up in the middle of the night and mom slipping off my wet clothes and slipping in to dry ones. A vivid memory stays with me about a car trip with my cousin who was probably 3 which would have made me 5. I remember watching mom change his diaper and maybe being jealous or at least wanting the same attention. A little while later during a stop for food I remember sitting in a booth on my knees and filling my pants and telling mom "I doo dooed in my pants" lol thats what we called it. She went to the car and got a new pair of underwear out of my suitcase and took my cousins diaper bag in to the restroom and cleaned me up. As I got older, I kept having "accidents" usually whlie playing outside or watching TV. Since I was a bedwetter, it was routine for my mom to check for a wet bed and wet pants as soon as i woke up. Even as i approached 10 I would wake up to the feel and smell of a wet bed and lie there and mess my pants then get up and come waddling out of my room to tell my mom or grandma that i had "doo doo". It was embarassing and exciting at the same time...I remember being told to go in the

It was a Friday morning. A group of students from the local middle school and highschool, were going to be camping for two weeks. Some are going on this trip to make up a trade, others are going to get out of class, and some are just going to learn etc. They Will be staying at a camp site 5 hours away from there local high school, Endeavor high. Which is where they will be meeting at.

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Being a bedwetter I am always curious and check beds for stains when I stay in motels or hotels. I can tell you bedwetting must be quite common in hotels and motels because I have found quite a few well stained mattresses and even one that was still quite wet that had just been turned over. The room still smelled strongly of stale pee. Anyone else discovered similar when staying in a hotel or motel.

Hello! This is my first post on here, as I am in need of some help. I would like to wet the bed, at night while sleeping, and wake up without knowing I peed... Now I know there are many threads just like this one, but I have a unique question.Is there any special drugs or herbs that can force me to wet the bed at night? Is there any special things I can drink or eat to help wet the bed? What are some methods to train to wet the bed or instantly wet the bed?I'v tried hypnosis and drinking a good amount of water before going to bed, but nothing, as I sleep through the night and wake up with a full bladder...So if anyone can help or give me some tips, please let me know, anything would be appreciated

Up to four cousins are given a doll (end of school gifts)

This rp involues regression but not to babyhood. It's more like around ten-years old. A 21-year old male actor getting ready for a part in a tv show tries to pass himself off as fifteen year old student. His friend, who also wants the part, helps him out by hacking into the schools Cloud server. However the friend knows his body makes him look more like a ten-year old girl and makes sure that happens. So instand of being in tenth grade he will be in fifth grade. He also wets the beds so that makes it worse and he will be treated more like a seven year old. I am willing to make changes, add characters or anything. Just no regression to infant, no sex, slow regression and posts need to be long and descriptive, at least five sentences each. The longer the better and more descriptive the better.

I have worn diapers to bed at night many of nights but now it seems that I enjoy wearing them more and more and have wet them. But, I would wake up and have the urge to pee. I would wake up pee my diaper and then go back to sleep. Now, I added a small diaper inside so that I have it doubled as I am a heavy peeer. I would like to know how long it will take before I will pee my diaper without me knowing during the night? Also, ordered some M4's for my night time diaper too. Been trying to do the 24/7 thing but I can't wear to work unless it's a pull-up as my uniform pants are a little tight and will show the diaper. Also, after getting up and changing my wet diaper and putting on a clean one I will have my coffee and smoke and pee again and sometimes I know that I will mess my diaper once the coffee gets through me. Once I do that then it's shower time and I good for the day.

Natalie was sleeping peacefully until she woke up at two am on a Monday morning. She knew something was different. Her girlfriend was still laying in bed with her. But something smelled of urine... And under her was wet and warm.

James woke up in a wet bed, it wasn't even

Cassandra James is 16 year old girl, who had ran from home from abusive and neglecting parents. She was not happy with her life and wanted to start off a new life because of abuse she redirected and she often got bullied at school. After getting jumped one day, she decided enough was enough and just walked away. She just packed her things in a duffle and left. She didn't know where she was going or what she was gonna do but for now she was living on the streets and finding her way. Who knew one day a stranger that has been watching her and knows much about her, decided to stop and talk to her even offering her a place to live until she gets back on her feet. Well not entirely. Instead when she moves in, the stranger (you choose if it's a man or woman and their name) slowly regresses her into an obedient and sweet baby girl. The life that she deserves to have.

In the first episode of Jessica Jones on Netflix, a girl is made to wet the bed, in the second, Jessica stops by her upstairs neighbors who are constantly being loud and discovers a couple in the middle of ABDL roleplay. The boyfriend was in a diaper.

Jo is a charming girl of 18 years old. She's smart, and pretty, she has everything a girl could ask for except one thing - a dry bed every morning. She works desperately to hide her problem from her roommate, until one day she gets home to find them sitting at the kitchen table, her box of adult diapers on the table. She freezes. "I can explain," she squeaks.

Brendon sat on his bed, waiting for the new babysitter. His parents were going to be out of town for a month, so they had hired a sitter because his closest relatives lived several states away and it was during the school year.