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Heya all, I started a Telegram for those who want to help support and motivate each other. This is not meant to compete with this forum but is meant to be work along side this forum. It's dedicated to support, motivation and help therefore the focus is on long term methods and not shortcuts like stents and catheters, however we all know people will try these methods and since they are the most risky I to support them being talked about so that it deters those who won't go through the proper sterilization procedures while at the same time educating those who will do this anyways in how to properly go through the sterilization procedures this way we can minimize any potential self harm as subculture together. This group is not for those still in the binge/purge cycle who are looking to "force" themselves out of it. This group is not for those who only see retraining in a sexual way; its ok if retraining/incontinence is sexual to you as long as you can also see it as non-sexual, I am realistic on how people view things, not everything is a either or situation, however we are looking to normalize this to help support one another, not fetishize it. It should also be noted that its ok to be lewd/RP here and there as long is it does not absorb the entire chat and as long as one halts their lewd/RP activities when someone comes for support. If advertising a Telegram is a bad idea please inform me ASAP so i can delete this post ? (sorry if it is) Sorry for being a bad boy and not fixing this earlier. The reason why the invitation link was not working is that I made the group private for security reasons. However you can still join by messaging me on Telegram. To join contact me for an invite my Telegram handle is: @Acer144

Chapter 1: Three sisters, one home, one family The only thing that seemed the same was something, or someone, was always being changed. When my dad remarried, Kelly, who is 7, became my step-sisters. The feeling of not quite being a ‘big girl’ and not sure about being a little girl as I’m 8, gets confusing. As we’re close in age, we’re expected to have a close relationship, but we hadn’t grown up together and too shy to share our secrets. We didn’t share a bedroom, our parents tried to get us to be more like sisters, but with little success. We did watch TV together sometimes, do homework, or play with our younger sister, Aimee, She’s almost 5 and has some disabilities, so more like a big baby. Our mom gets upset if we call her a baby, though, so we’re careful. It seems our mom has found plenty of ways to make us behave without it quite seemly like a punishment. Keeping us in our room, watching boring educational shows from the 1980s is one way. She claims its educational, so its good for us, but we end up bored and sometimes in tears anyway. Our dad is usually pretty reasonable, but one thing is didn’t seem to like was changing diapers, and always felt awkward changing me for bed as I got older. Having 3 girls in diapers at night makes him really awkward if he’s changing us. It’s also cold this time of year, and one thing all of us girls have in common is we get the flu, despite getting a flu shot every year. It seems like one of us is sick, especially during the colder time of year. Getting sick usually means stuck in bed, wearing diapers, and practically treated like our little sister. Our mom has been a foster parent for some years, and works from home for some big company, or something. She keeps telling us how much fun she had living in Manhattan, but it didn’t sound like fun to us. Dad worked for a different big company, but quit after my mom died a few years ago. Even though it was something healthcare related, he doesn’t like hospitals much. The thing with our mom being a foster parent that provides temporary care to kids, although she prefers younger kids, especially those who are babied and immature. It feels like sometimes when we’re acting like a ‘big girl’ mom doesn’t notice, but if we’re being immature and babyish, like our little sister, mom pays attention. We’re stuck in the middle, not being fully incontinent and babied like our younger sister, or old enough be able to make our own choices like our older sister who is now 17. My dad is surprised that some foster kids ask for diapers, or just accept being diapered again. Because foster kids wetting the bed is common, mom usually puts them in diapers for bed. We’re not the same: To say our family is complicated, would be an understatement. We’re always competing with each other, and recent restrictions have made things even more complicated. Some times we compete to see who can be bratty and get away with it, other times we focus on our schoolwork and homework. Our young sister, Aimee, isn’t really able to use the potty without considerable help, and has no real bladder or bowel control. It’s more sit her on the potty, and wait until she goes in the potty, then clean her and back in a diaper. On the other hand, our dad insists we use the potty, and gets annoyed when we have accidents, although 7 or 8 year old girls do have accidents sometimes, he doesn’t quite understand. We sometimes have to use pull-ups or diapers during the day, because of accidents. Depending on our parents mood, we have to get our pull-ups check and have to tell them when we have accidents. When my sis and I are fighting, especially when one of us is back in diapers, things sometimes get out of hand. This was one of the times when things got complicated, was when It was one of those times, that our oldest sister Lisa, was visiting and taking forever in the shower, and Kelly had an accident in her pull-up while waiting for one of the bathrooms to become available. Our dad wasn’t expecting to change a poopy pull-up, and mom wasn’t home yet. I made faces at my sister, even though I was expecting to be diapered for bed, just like her and Aimee. Bath time and diaper time: After Kelly had cried in her room for half an hour, our mom returned and Kelly was taken to the bathroom, her messy bottom cleaned and bathed, then wrapped in a towel and carried to Aimee’s room, basically the nursery, and sat on a chair. Not long after, I was bathed by my mom, something that felt embarrassing at times, and wrapped in a towel, then carried to Aimee’s room, and placed on the changing table straight away. Aimee was laying in her bed, with a thick cloth diaper on, and a pacifier in her mouth. She seemed slightly amused, watching me, her older sisters, fussing and protesting being put in a cloth diaper for bed time. It didn’t take long for dad to come in to see what the fuss was about. “It’s a diaper. The sooner you get you’re diaper on, the sooner you can watch Netflix before bed.” he said. “Cloth diapers are so thick and uncomfortable” I replied, but my dad wasn’t interested in my complaining, especially since Kelly was already in her cloth diaper. Our younger sister often gets cloth diapers for bed, and doesn’t complain. She can’t talk, but she does get cry to and fuss. Our parents weren’t big on spanking us, but did from time to time. Being mean to Aimee, like calling her a baby, sometimes got us a spanking. Lisa came in with a bottle for Aimee, but silly me couldn’t resist poking fun at my sister, who was still upset about messing her pull-up. “Is that for Kelly?” She asked, trying to sound innocent but failing on the sarcasm. The glare from mom said it all. “Are you thirsty? It’ll help you settle down!” Mom replied, leaving little doubt that I wasn’t being kind, then handing me the bottle, and I started drinking. Even though Aimee needs to be bottle fed, mom sometimes gives us a bottle of warm milk in the evening to help us settle down for the night. “How many little girls are thirsty?” Lisa asked, with a hint of snarkiness. Mom whispered something to her, and she just nodded. It seemed like our mom wanted us to stop with the teasing, and diapering us in front of our little sister, is one way to get her point across without yelling and spanking us. While mom put us both in our pajamas, Lisa prepared more bottles. Something told us that our mom didn’t think we’d be dry in the morning. We drank our bottles, while Aimee was fed her bottle by Lisa, and she still seemed to giggle at our babying. Both Kelly and I have a love-hate relationship with babying, and being in diapers, especially cloth diapers. Our mom expects us not wet our pull-ups during the day, but will sometimes diaper us in the evening.

Hi everyone, About a month plus a week ago i had created a topic that described my plans to start bedwetting for a whole month, and seeing where it took me. I tried to update the topic with my progress every week, and i think i did pretty well in that regard :). Now that a little more than a month has passed, i thought i'd share my results! At first it was a little tough to wet while sleeping, but after a couple days and with a few tricks i managed to wet in my sleep reliably. For the first two weeks i could only wet without waking up if i had drunk enough beforehand, and had already wet a little before heading to bed. Somewhere in week 3 i transistioned to sleep wetting without having to wet a little first, which was nice. From week three onward i started to notice that my bladder had lost a little of its strecht from being empty while sleeping, which made me have to go a little more often during the day too. Week 4 was pretty uneventful, but i still managed to wake up wet every morning. This week being week 5, i have started to drink a little less before bed. When i started i drank two large cups of tea before bed, now i'm at a 250ml glass of water. I think i can get away with drinking less as i can now hold a little less too, so i sooner feel that i'm full. So all in all where this experiment has led me, is at waking up wet when going to bed dry and drinking a glass of water before sleeping. I've always had a bit of a bedwetting issue up untill i started wearing, so i think that's why the progress has been going so well, ymmv though. I don't know if i'd also wet the bed when not diapered, but i also don't wanna risk having a dry night?. I will continue wearing my nappies to bed though, so i guess that the experiment will go on at least a little longer. Let me know if you guys would like me to keep the updates comming, because i've been having a lot of fun with it, and the feedback has been great . that's all guys ❤️

Hey guys, I have recently started wearing and the first package of diapers i bought was a pack of abriform M2. I use them for bedwetting and i noticed that theyre just a little too small in absorbancy. For my second packge which i ordered i went with the M3, hopefully these will keep a little more safe during my accidents? Maybe one day i'll even order the M4 O.o though i can hardly see myself having accidents that big at night xD. I bet theyre super fluffy though :O lots of love, Stephany

December 4, 2019 -40c As you might guess from today's temperature reading, I live somewhere cold. Like, really cold. It's almost unbearable for most of the year here. This wouldn't be so bad if being inside didn't feel so much like being in prison. There aren't a lot of people here, and none of them are as exciting as my Katya. She would be mine, if she knew me. Well, probably not, as much as I wish it wasn't so. Let me explain. There's a lot I want to pour out on some pages. Reading was one of my only escapes, though it gets tiring to reread the same old books. Until we get the internet in a couple of years, the next best option is to write. The date for it keeps getting revised back, it was originally slated for 2017 when I was in my last year of high school. I wish I didn't have to live here. I really wish I could go somewhere else but I'm stuck. Katya wouldn't miss me, I wouldn't miss her either if I had the whole world. I'm sick of living with my parents. On account of the cold, it's tough getting running water out here. We have to thaw snow most of the year in order to get water for our kettles and sponges. It looks like a lot of work. We don't have an indoor bathroom. Only a tub that we fill with hot water freshly heated over the woodstove, and an outhouse which is bone-chilling to use at the moment. I hate to admit it in writing, but I don't usually go out there anymore. It's a shame even to confess this to a piece of paper, but I usually wear diapers now. It wasn't always like this. Sometimes I feel guilty about it but other times I give in to their easy comfort and convenience. I know mom works hard repairing clothes and boots for people around town, works extra to afford dry diapers for me. It's not that I don't need them, I still use them almost every night without waking. But sometimes in the morning I change into another one and lie around. It looks like there are so many of them anyway, they're neatly placed in stacks around two feet high by the foot of my bed. Some days, I wear them all day rather than go outside in the cold. It sounds cushy that I can pee away in these, but I don't know. This paper is taunting me, it's saying I should just get up and go rather than be lazy. It's not that simple but maybe the page has a point. I was born with legs that are crooked, it makes it hard to walk. I can do it fine, but only slowly. What I did to deserve this fate I do not know, but I felt the pain of it from early on. Feeling different and unable can really wither the heart. I wish people were more accepting here. I also wish I wasn't such a runt. December 13, 2019 I was out walking earlier, and I saw Katya with a man. They were smiling, and so were the long trails of breath behind them, curling about slowly in the sunlit chilly air. The pain's almost too much to bear. I don't know what to do. I guess I can only accept it. I forgot to take a reading from the thermometer outside the kitchen window this morning. It's -29c now. January 21, 2020 -56c It's so bleak outside with the snow. Despite that I feel pretty good today. There's something comforting about knowing you're safe in your home when it's deadly cold out. I found a huge pile of candles in the attic, and have a few lit. I can see the reflection of their lights in the gloss of my window. It's been over minus 50 for a week now. I haven't been outside in a while. It's times like these that it's nice to still be in diapers. I have been trying to count my blessings. I recently got a few books in the mail, it feels like Christmas. One of them is a long autobiography about time spent in a prison camp. Another is a book of poems written by an American woman. Another still is about, well I don't really know what. It looks like a textbook. I tried to get stuff that was on sale so I could buy more at once. June 28, 2020 The flowers are really nice this time of year. We have these tiny looking ones that shoot out of the tundra between the rocks. Their orange petals and yellow centres are breathtaking. It's hard to believe there are so many of them, all as beautiful and unique as the next. August 4, 2020 Been outside so much lately that my skin's gone pretty brown. I have been trying to help out around the house where I can. It's been my pleasure. "Follow your heart and allow yourself to grieve." It was a line in the poem book I read over the winter. I like it. We have the internet. It's not as great as I thought it would be before. Maybe I don't need it now. November 12, 2022 I recently got the hang of chopping wood for the hungry woodstove. It's a lot of fun. Still don't always go to the outhouse. It's well-fed enough, and happiest when no one's hanging around inside it. November 12, 2023 Thought I'd grab out this old journal and jot something down, but I don't really have anything I want to say. January 21, 2026 My sister's expecting a son soon. We've been busy getting ready for the new arrival at the family home. She wants to name him after me. December 8, 2029 Not much has changed in this old room of mine. Just a few more shelves with books now. It's so nice here in the winter months when the sky stays dark. So much easier to stargaze this way. I saw three comets tonight after I put out the candles and sat by the window. I could feel the cold radiating off of it from sitting so close. It was nice enough that I wanted to light a candle quick and pen it down, to share it with my future self. Not much has changed, no. I'm even wearing the same brand of diapers I wore a decade ago. They still make them, and they're gentle on my skin. I wonder if I should save up for a telescope. Been looking at the stars a lot lately. Maybe I'll write more, too.

Tricked by my family I decided to enter this story in @kasarberang competition. Feel free to post feedback and suggestions, and I welcome constructive feedback. Introduction: I guess things haven’t been normal for a long time. Bedwetting and bladder issues runs in our family. Mom tried to avoid the topic, but aunt Cassie didn’t deny it either. My older sister Katie, who is now sixteen became older and more mature, she helped babysit me. Mom was irritated that I didn’t want to wear diapers, and often fussed about it. My sister Katie made it seemed like she didn’t like changing my diaper, but mom wanted her to help babysit me anyway. Sometimes mom wanted me back in diapers “Because” for reasons I didn’t quite understand. Mom kept telling me it wasn’t a punishment. For the first time, mom went on a business trip, with my sister “in charge”, now she is 16 and trustworthy. My aunt was around to check on us and help out, but she worked as a nurse, for a medical clinic. Little did I know how things would change for me. Getting ready: Aunt Cassie brought over some food for while we were gone. My sister drinks a lot of Gatorade, and seems to always read the label on food and drink. She likes to stay active, and is glad she doesn’t wear pullups to school much. Mom asked if we had plans for the almost two weeks she will be away. My sister says she’ll be studying, but didn’t say which subject. Mom didn’t seem surprised. Cassie mentioned that I had a doctors appointment this week, for a “checkup”, which made me worry about what the doctor needed to check. I’ve been to doctors and hospitals enough, and things happen unexpectedly, and sometimes hurts and I cry like a baby. I wet my pullup a lot just thinking about it. Mom handed Katie a wallet of gift cards, for CVS, Grubhub, and a few other places. We had plenty of frozen food, but could also order food delivered. Cassie handed a folder with some papers, that mom put together for while she was away. “Mom, did you schedule our daily activities in advance?”, she asked. “I don’t want you two sitting around watching Netflix all day”, mom replied. Cassie also brought over a box of diapers and other supplies, supposedly for her neighbors, but I knew it was meant for me. I had started to cry, and Cassie picked me up, and tried to comfort me, as my sister walked with mom, bags in hand. “You sure are a little girl, aren’t you?” Cassie said quietly. She checked that my pullup was now soaked. A few minutes later, Cassie had me back in my room, removed my pullup, cleaned me and put a diaper on me. My sister came in, a little surprised I hadn’t thrown a tantrum. I really don’t like getting put in diapers during the day, or getting changed.

In a small one story house just outside of a small town in New York state live a small family. Akiza a tall brunette single mother with two daughters, Alice age 8, and Anne age 4. They are are a happy family Akiza runs a daycare in town, Anne who is a little tall for her age like her mother is fully potty trained and doing well in preschool, Alice is more like her departed father even though she's 8 she's only about as tall as most 5 year olds which can make life a little difficult not only being a big sister to Anne whose half her age but almost as tall as her but also in second grade where she tries hard to fit in. Of course still being the only bed wetter out of the two sisters doesn't help at all either. Its 7am and the girls are just about to be woken up by their mother. Anne is in her yellow Belle themed bed wearing princess on her night gown, while her big sister on the opposite side of the room in wrapped up in her frozen themed blanket wearing a frozen themed nightgown and a soaked leaking goodnite. This is the 4th morning in a row that her goodnite has leaked, her and her mommy have been discussing getting "better protection" for her but Alice has been stalling mommy on that because she knows those extra thick diapers on the TV commercials is what her mommy means by that.

Rei Takagi was just a small orphaned 10 year old girl who had been having a string of accidents for the past month which she got scolded and hit by her foster family. Unable to take anymore abuse the small decided to runaway and has been on her own for almost a week. Rei was now dirty, starving, not to mention now walking in soaked panties.

This role play will follow 8 year old Emma as she starts wetting the bed, and progressively gets in more and more situations that leads to her being put back in diapers full time. Meanwhile her little sister Ashley is 4 is finally potty trained. Judy their 28 year old single mother isn't horribly disappointed when her oldest is back in diapers again. I'll be playing Emma, I'm looking for someone to play Judy and we can share Ashley. If you'd like to join me please respond with full paragraphs unless a situation calls for otherwise.

Hello! I would like to start a role play!. Would appreciate it if the responses during the role play were not short, and was detailed. The plot is, you are my new roommate, having just arriving at the house. A adorable little girl opens the door for you, as it was hard to believe that she was the roommate considering she's the size of a child. As the role-play goes on, she would have more and more accidents.

Hey there! I'm Thorn (he/him). New member, long time writer and self-published author of queer fiction. I've been looking for somewhere to post some DL stories, and then I found you folks! So I thought I'd share a little something I've been working on lately. It's a work-in-progress with quite a bit written already, so I'll be posting new chapters frequently. I'd love some feedback and I'm not afraid of constructive criticism, so bring it on! lol Summary: Caiden is an eighteen-year-old trans boy about to graduate from high school. He's been a bedwetter all his life, but when he develops Irritable Bowel Syndrome, with explosive diarrhoea as a symptom, he starts wearing his bedtime diapers in the daytime. When his best friend Victor discovers his secret, Caiden is sure he won't want to be friends anymore, but that isn't what happens at all . . . CW: This story contains messing, light BDSM, Dom/sub dynamics, coarse language, and sexual situations between consenting individuals over eighteen. I looked and couldn't find any rules that prohibit any of these things, but if there are some, please let me know and I will edit accordingly. ———————— Chapter 1. ‘Caiden!’ He turned his head as he heard his name and saw Victor running up to him. ‘Hey. Where were you earlier? You missed English.’ Caiden tried his best not to blush. ‘Yeah. Sorry. I . . . wasn’t feeling well.’ He looked down and mumbled, ‘Stomach upset.’ Victor frowned, now caught up and walking alongside him. ‘Again? Didn’t that happen last week too?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. In Math.’ His friend made a face. ‘Sorry, dude. Was it something you ate?’ Caiden shrugged. ‘Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Mom thinks it might be some IBS shit or something . . . Anyway. Let’s change the subject, you don’t wanna hear about my bowel movements.’ Victor laughed. ‘Maybe I do?’ Caiden stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and Victor laughed again. ‘Nah, bro, just kidding.’ Caiden laughed as well and they resumed their walk, but then he was quiet, mostly just listening as Victor talked about what they’d gone over in English that afternoon. They parted ways at their usual spot and exchanged fistbumps. Then Caiden set off home. Truth was, he had barely made it to the bathroom in time today. In fact, he hadn’t, a little bit had come out in his shorts before he managed to get them off. He carried a spare pair of underwear in his gym bag that was stashed in his locker, thankfully, so he’d been able to change, but it was still embarrassing. When he got home, no one else was there yet. His parents were both at work and his younger twin brothers still at school. He went to the bathroom, getting his soiled shorts out of a plastic bag in his backpack and rinsing them in the bathtub before throwing them in the laundry basket. Entering his room, he pondered. He knelt next to the bed and pulled out the drawer underneath, where he kept his nighttime diapers. Caiden had been wetting the bed all his life. It was like his body had never quite pulled off that whole subconsciously holding your bladder thing. He’d had a few close calls in the daytime as well, though he hadn’t wet himself when awake since he was in grade school. Now he was eighteen, nearly finished with high school. His stomach troubles had started about half a year ago. Until today, he’d managed to make it to the toilet every time, but this minor accident had made up his mind about something he’d been considering for a while; whether he should wear his diapers in the daytime as well. A couple of weeks ago he’d woken up with a stomach ache and, in his sleepy, groggy state, had let it all out in his diaper instead of rushing to the toilet. Once he woke up properly, he felt ashamed. He’d gone to the bathroom, changed himself, and gotten rid of the evidence. If they found out, his mom would worry, his brothers would tease him, and his step-dad would be a dick about it as usual, like he was about everything else. He’d sworn to himself never to do it in his diaper again, but since then it had begun to occur to him that it might not be so bad to have a safety net of sorts. So if he didn’t make it in time, he’d have an easy fix. It could have come in handy today. The diapers he slept in were designed for heavy urine incontinence, though they worked for bowel incontinence as well. And anyway, it wasn’t like he’d be properly pooping in them, they’d just be there for safety. Caiden undressed, leaving just his chest binder on. Then he took a diaper from the drawer and put it on. He pulled his shorts and his jeans back on and looked in the mirror. The jeans were loose, like most of his clothes, and he inspected himself thoroughly. There was no real noticeable bulge. Caiden had been blessed with slim hips and a small behind. The padding made no noticeable difference. He moved around a bit, listening for any noise. There wasn’t much. A slight occasional crinkle, his waistband sliding against the diaper, but nothing anyone would notice. He stared at his reflection and laughed at himself a little. Was he really going to wear a diaper to school tomorrow? His stomach rumbled. ‘Fuck, not this again,’ he muttered. He made to go to the bathroom, but then the thought occurred to him that he might want to test the diaper, see if it could hold a potential accident. He reached to undo his jeans, take off both them and his shorts so they wouldn’t risk getting messy . . . but there was no time. Caiden farted loudly, and then the poop rushed out of him and into his diaper. It was soft and squishy, not exactly liquid diarrhoea, but far from solid. Then it stopped, though he knew there was more, and, figuring that he might as well get it all out, he squatted down and pushed, groaning with the strain. A more solid clump was blocking the rest of it from coming out, and it took a moment to press it out. When it was over, he was trembling and panting. He stood up, making a face at the feeling of his full diaper. He inspected himself in the full length mirror. There was now a considerable bulge, but his jeans looked fine, and he took them off. His shorts were fine too, though he didn’t want to gamble on the diaper holding this kind of load for long, and so he got a fresh one out of the drawer and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. Standing in the shower, he felt suddenly horny. He reached down, rubbing himself. He thought of Victor. Then he wondered what Victor would think if he knew that Caiden wore diapers now. The thought made him blush. Somehow, the thought of Victor knowing turned him on more, and he rubbed himself yet more vigorously, until he came with shaking thighs. By the time Caiden was finished in the bathroom, his mother had come home. ‘Oh!’ she said, as he came out of the bathroom. ‘There you are, Kayla.’ ‘Mom, it’s Caiden,’ he said, somewhat exasperated. ‘I’m sorry. Caiden.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry, it just takes a little getting used to, is all.’ ‘Yeah. It’s okay. Just . . . try?’ ‘I am. I promise. I haven’t referred to you as my daughter in months.’ She smiled. ‘How was school?’ ‘It was okay.’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Mom?’ ‘Mhm?’ ‘I . . . I had another stomach upset today and . . . I kind of had an accident. Just . . . just a little one!’ he hurried to say. ‘I just . . . almost didn’t make it. To the bathroom.’ His face felt hot. ‘Aww, I’m sorry, baby!’ Caiden’s mother hugged him. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah. Fine. But . . .’ He licked his lips. ‘I think I should . . . start wearing the . . . you know. In the daytime as well. Like, to school. Just . . . just as a precaution. Until we can figure out what’s wrong with my stomach, you know?’ His mother nodded. ‘Hm, yeah . . . That might actually be a good idea. If you’re having a hard time making it to the bathroom on time. It would be just awful if you pooped your pants in class, wouldn’t it?’ Caiden snorted. ‘“Just awful” doesn’t begin to cover it, Mom. It would be the end of my life.’ ‘All right. I’ll make sure we keep stocked up, all right, baby?’ ‘Yeah. Thanks, Mom.’ Caiden bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . do you think you could maybe not mention this to Brendan and Ryker? Or to Sam? I . . . I’d rather they not know. It’s embarrassing enough wearing diapers at night.’ ‘Of course, sweetie.’ She hugged him. ‘I won’t tell a soul.’

Back when I was single I use to really enjoy peeing and pooping in my bed, and I was curious if anyone else does this, or uses other furniture in a similar manner. At the start of the week, I would sit or lay on the top blanket of my bed while I was either nude or wearing panties. Then I would pee directly through the blanket and sheets below (with mattress protection) once or twice before bedtime. Weather is often hot here, so I never minded the covers being wet with peepee as I snuggled in them and slept. The next morning I would pull back the covers and let a fan blow on the bed so it would air dry. Later the sheets would be laid back over the bed and become mostly dry before the next night, or sometime I would hang them outside to dry. I would repeat my bed peeing Monday through Thursday nights, and by that point it smells strongly of peepee. Friday and Saturday nights I would do the same thing, but also squat under the covers and poopoo there too. Sometimes I would poop in a diaper and then remove it while under the covers like toddlers sometimes do. Sunday was laundry day and everything was washed to start a new week.

We had just graduated high school. We were on our day after graduation. We were partying like there was no tomorrow! There was just the 4 of us I felt lucky just to be invited. There was Tammie Grey, she was my friend and she was cute but I was more interested in her best friend Stephanie Bishop. Stephanie was beautiful, not only that but her dad was loaded, her family owned half of the Bishop's Valley where we lived the other guy was Roger Downing. Then me Tommy Victors. Roger was doing better with Stephanie than I ever could! He was much more handsome than I could ever muster. He was the quarterback, I was a kicker, he was 6 foot three I was 5 foot nine and he had won the gene pool. He was called Adonis, that was his nickname. He had good hair, good teeth, perfect nose, and the muscular body. To go with the looks. I had the curly hair that just looked frizzy if I let it go long. I had braces on my teeth up until a year ago., my smile looked good now, but nothing compared to Rogers. My nose was so upturned that if I went out in a rainstorm I could drown. Truthfully I looked like those pig people from that one Twilight Zone, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!" We were at Stephanie's mansion I had to admit there was a boatload of booze. I never found out why people drank the crap, to me it tasted nasty! Maybe I hadn't acquired a taste for it yet? I was still on my first drink and everybody else had surpassed me a half hour, fourty five minutes ago. Yeah they were well on their way to getting wasted. I was just trying not to get sick from the taste of the alcohol. Roger had already called me a lightweight! Making me feel even more embarrassed because Stephanie had laughed at me.because of it. Tammie was already getting to drunk to stand. I knew who the designated driver was now. I was the most sober of the three that didnt live there. I had put my glass down they were far enough gone they wouldn't realize I wasn't drinking. We were just sitting there when three guys rushed in they were wearing masks and had on those rubber gloves my mom wore to do dishes, they were made by playtex. They grabbed Stephanie, Roger was so far gone he started laughing he found it a joke. Tammie was asleep. I started fighting I grabbed the mask off one of the guys. So I would know who it was. I recognized the guy we had one family in town everybody knew was just no good, the Dawson's they were just bad. If you needed drugs at the high school, talk to the Dawson's if somebody was being bullied it was usually Dawson doing the bullying. I was hit from behind and I passed out or went unconscious I awoke a time later I don't know how much time later. My head ached something feirce. I looked and I was naked I was in an room, no disguising it it was a warehouse! I heard crying, it was a female it was Stephanie. "Stephanie you okay?" "No, my head hurts! Where the fuck are We?" "I think it's some warehouse!" I said. "What happened, why aren't we at my house? Why did you bring me here. Take me home please!" Said Stephanie. "Unfortunately I didnt bring you here, we were kidnapped!" "We? Sorry to say this Tommy but your family hasn't got much! I know why I'm here but why you?" I saw who kidnapped you they brought me because I know who it was who kidnapped you!" "Who was it?" She denanded? "Stephanie I don't think I had better tell you, if you knew it could be bad in the long run!" "I guess your right they might kill me if they know I know who they are, since you do won't they kill you?" "Probably? Guess you must of drank way too much Stephanie, you appear to have wet your bed!" "Yah I guess I did!" She said quietly.

https://www.bbuk.org.uk/world-bedwetting-day/ Or Bedwetting Awareness Day.

My name is Ben Brown, yeah I know not very imaginative! If you really want to know I am Benjamin David Brown III. I am an Investigator for Fairfield County Sheriffs Office. In the great State of Arizona! It had been so damn long since I had a vacation I was getting to the point of having a psychotic episode. That means basically I was getting to the point if I ran into another dumbass stupid person I would probably shoot them myself, basically become Judge Jury and Executioner, in my book "To stupid to live" should be grounds fo execution! Most people think they are being so smart when they kill somebody else. They think that "I'm not going to get caught! I am sooo much smarter than everybody else!" They always leave something incriminating behind. One guy that killed his grandmother for his inheritance was in such an all fired hurry to get away he left his bumper behind tore it off his car. It still had his License Plate attached he had gotten maybe 5 miles before he was pulled over by an alert Deputy. His alibi was he was supposed to be miles away about 200. He was sited for a vehicle with no plates. He started to come back and his grandma had been discovered deceased and he was getting there the same time as our Deputies were arriving. One of the Deputies was one of the the ones that had written his ticket. He was also the one I let take him to jail. I so wanted to put a bullit through his head, dumbass! I guess the only thing keeping me from doing that was I have a little way to relieve the stress in my life. When I get home I change out of my suit that I wear and put some other things on. I have diapers, a onesie and baby bottles with huge nipples and an adult pacifier. I play baby. It keeps me somewhat sane I haven't shot anyone yet but those urges are still there. Sometimes I have wore adult pullups to work. I have my onesie on underneath my suit and over my pullup and my pacifier is in my pocket. I have prayed that I don't get shot or in some kind of accident, I think I would rather bleed to death than be discovered wearing those. I was lucky one time we got called out for an investigation and some guy hit my car. Tboned me I got bruised ribs and my shoulder was bruised from when the seatbelt kept me safe but broke my collar bone The guy had ran a red light. Dumbass! At least that day I was in my boxers, I had actually thought about being diapered that morning. How did I get interested in diapers you ask? Well let's just say I wore them at night until I was almost 16 years old then every so often after that if I had wet my bed I was put back in them until 4 Days had passed that I stayed dry. I discovered my budding sexuality in diapers. Like most 12 and 13 year olds I discovered masturbation, in diapers. I started dreaming of girls that were diapered and wet their beds like me. One girl I never knew who she was, she was a girl I dreamed about. Problem was I didn't even know who the hell she was but I loved her. She was the girl of my bedwetting dreams her name was Jillian just a name I gave her I guess. After I graduated high school where I lettered in Football, Wrestling, Baseball, Track and Field. I received a Scholorship to play Football at Fairfield University. Now this was not ASU, or U of A. This was a smaller 4 year University in the State of Arizona. After graduation where I majored in Criminal Justice. I decided to become a Deputy for Fairfield County. I became a Road Deputy I was out catching the speeders and shoplifters, drunk drivers. I did that for 8 years then I tested for Detective I didn't think that I had a snowballs chance in hell. All the people who tested were all long time Officer and born in this county I was an outsider. Low and behold I passed seems the guys that I was going up against were dumber than a box of rocks. I was told it wasn't even close! Then one night about 4 years ago I was asleep and when I awoke I had wet my bed. I hadn't had any alcohol, I had no dream of swimming or getting up to go pee or anything like that, and the fact I had slept through it concerned me. I went and bought some Attends or Depends one of those. I had decided to treat myself like my mother had and wear diapers for 4 days after a bedwetting episode just to make sure it wasn't a relapse. I made it three nights the night was supposed to be my last night. I will be damned if I didn't piss my bed, starting 4 more days! Was I having problems I am 30 years old a little old to be wetting my bed still. I looked up adult bedwetting on line. Holy Hell! I found out I wasn't alone. Plus I found thousands of picture of beautiful women wearing and wetting diapers. These were some of the dreams I had as a kid of 13 or 14 years old. I also saw that they were wearing diapers that put the Attends or Depends that I wore to shame. I was very surprised there were loads of them as well I ordered a case of M-4's if I woke up dry I wet them and then got up I found I liked wetting my bed again. Then I saw ladies acting like babies, how did that work I Investigated that and I got me a few onesies and baby bottles with adult sized nipples, I even got me a pacifier. Now I had to do this on my own I had no mommy to care for me. I couldn't see myself telling my mom this I'm sure she would of took my weapon and shot me! "To stupid to live!" I met a few others like me in the county. They told me about a hotel that catered to people like us it was called Sunshine Acres. It was way on the very outskirts of our county well that wasn't the end of the county but it was in the foothills of the Fairfield Mountains. I had seen the building, I had no idea what went on there but I had patrolled out around there a few times in my days. There had been an older lady that had been killed when she hit an Elk out there just about a year and a half ago. She lived there. This was no foul play the lady was doing about 35 and the elk ran right in front of her. The elk was killed it went through the windshield and landed on the driver and the weight of the elk suffocated her she couldn't breath she had been the owner of Sunny Acres. He didn't know who owned it now but from what I understood she was like me and liked playing baby. That's where I was headed for my long awaited vacation. I was wearing a thick diaper and a onesie over that and regular clothes over that. I had my pacifier in my mouth just sucking away. If I encountered anybody in another car it was placed on the seat beside me. I had to pee something fierce I was diapered and I let it flow. I pulled into the front gate of Sunshine Acres there was a wooden banner that proclaimed that. I got to the front and a girl of about 12 came out. "Can I help you?" "Yeah you can, I'm Ben Brown your guest for the next two weeks." The girl smiled exhibiting a mouth of braces. "Mr, Brown we've been expecting you! Moms up cooking supper. Come on in!" I entered the door and there was a lady that has kneading dough. "Mom Mr. Brown is here!" "Mr. Brown, good to...." When she turned I realized I had known this woman almost my whole life, though I had never met her, she was the girl that I had dreamed about all those years ago when I was a bedwetrer. The girl of my dreams. "You?" We both said together!

So here's a loop for you. I like the idea of Sasquatch. The idea of a North American Primate is not that weird to me. One of the things the big guy is famous for is inducing feelings of fear, dread and sometimes even paralysis without even being seen. Scientists, in the recent field of bioacoustics have identified this as infrasound. We know big cats produce it and we know it does produce these effects in humans. So aside from from that, where does the relevance for all that pre-amble come in for us Diaper lovers? Well... I am currently testing and would like the input of any of you sound specialists, audio engineers or others on the idea of low frequency hypnosis. Specifically for diapered bedwetting. It's something I find fascinating. We cannot consciously perceive infrasound but our brain is still affected by it. Would the same hold true for hypnotic suggestion? Google has turned up surprisingly little though I admit, I may be searching it up wrong. What I have done is run a few hypnotic tracks through Audacity and pitch corrected them at much lower frequency. The only thing I can audibly hear is a sound akin to scratching but theoretically, the track is still playing at a frequency I cannot completely hear. This way I can have it running awake or asleep, kind of 24/7 so it should allegedly affect my subconscious such that whenever I sleep in a diaper, I should be comfortable enough to pee in my sleep. I have been doing this for one day. So.... not that long. From what little I know about hypnosis, part of what gives it... for lack of a better term... its... "power".... is believing it does which I struggle with. I don't entirely believe in it, I just thought it would be fun to try. But what about you guys? Am I wasting my time? Is Audacity the program I should be using to produce proper low frequency audio? Am I wasting my time? Would I be better off with audible hypnotic triggers? Is hypnosis even a thing? Am I wasting my time? Please tell me I'm not just wasting my time lol.

Long time lurker, first time storyteller. No need to be kind, put please be relevant in any comments. I have been writing, or at least attempting to write a story for this forum for quite some time. I am not finished with any of the projects I have started and this one is no exception. The only difference here, is it is my attempt to be brief and direct with short mapped out sections. I had mapped out the entire story. This is my revisiting it for publishing after a 6 month hiatus from writing, thinking or even looking at it. I have more than a dozen started attempts for various stories. Since I mapped out this story in advance, I think I can get this one finished. That is, if I get make the time to write in the near future. PS I am not great at naming things. Y Woty is an acronym for Youth Wasted on the young ….and now without further ado 1. Jason Gold had been sneaking around his mother’s office. Poking around her closet, when his mother ran into her home office to answer her ringing phone. He wasn’t quick enough to escape the room before his mother picked up her secure line on her desk, only hiding himself behind the closet door. Peering through the key hole of the closet door, he listened to his mother’s private conversation. Unknown to Jason, across the room, listening at the door to the office was Stacey, the 19 year old orphaned girl of some college friends of his mother. Stacey had come to live with them years ago and basically grew up in their home. Stacey had been walking by and heard something interesting from her guardian’s words and stopped to hear more. “Yes this could be the breakthrough we have been looking for it could help people to change their very appearance and attributes. They just need to plug in and modify brain activity that has or will develop” Jason’s mom, Meghan said, as she fired up her machine and tapped the headset in front of her. “…….yes the interface is coming along and is rather easy to use.” Meghan listened for a while to the person on the other end of the call before making some rather detailed notes which she locked into one of her desk drawers before leaving her office. Jason sat there for a moment stunned at what he had just heard. Change appearance and personal attributes. That’s what she said. He just sat in the closet and thought about this. His small stature was a source of embarrassment and shame. If he weren’t careful he would often be taken for a little boy, not the 23 year old man. 3’10” was not the size of real man, if he could get his hands on that machine, maybe he could grow just a little more, maybe just to just 5’ and be taken seriously. His devious mind started to work overtime. Stacey quickly moved out of the way as she heard her Aunt Meg ending her call and hid. No way she wanted to be found out to have been listening to a private call. But Stacey’s mind was at work, thinking through the amazing possibility of changing her personal attributes. 19 and she was flat as a board. At 6’ tall she would look like goddess if she only had … Stacey’s mind drifted to thinking of herself as a centerfold model with natural perfect breasts. Adored by guys everywhere. The temptation was too much to resist. She had noticed Aunt Meg neglected to shut down the machine before leaving her office. She knew her Aunt was off to a meeting for the next few hours. Figuring to wait till she was sure the coast was clear, she would creep back into the office and try to figure out how to change her life. Sitting in the closet Jason heard his mother leave the house. Feeling it was safe to leave the closet, he creeped out and made a great discovery. Mom left her office without shutting down her machinery. Over the next few hours, Jason and Stacey each took the opportunity to explore and see what changes they might effect upon themselves. 2. The next morning when Meghan entered her office she was horrified to see she had not shut down her machine and worst of all someone had used it. “Don’t lie to me Jason.” “I swear mom, I didn’t touch anything.” But he was lying. It was his go to response. Putting on his innocent little guy act, lied his ass off. Meghan wanted to believe that even Jason wasn’t foolish enough to lie when the consequences of doing so were so dangerously high. “You realize this is serious don’t you?” “Of course I do.” But, Jason, ready to finish his college senior project on early childhood development, was embarrassed to be only the size of a 5 year old. By the time his mother found out he would already be taller. While lying to his mother, all he could think about was his new life that was about to begin. He desperately wanted to avoid going through the rest of his life looking like a child. He found something that would let him grow was too much to resist. In his haste to fix himself, he quickly went through the development pages, skipping thing he viewed as not important to growth, he had not realizing what he avoided included normal growth and development markers. Meghan accepted Jason’s word, she knew she had two relatively irresponsible people under her roof, knew her machine had been used and knew that if anyone had any idea of what she had been working on, they likely couldn’t resist. Figuring if it wasn’t Jason….. Stacey!…… Stacey! 3. “Don’t lie to me Stacey” “I,….. well,….. all right I played around with it.” “What did you do?” “I heard you on the phone and” “Oh no! what did you think you could do?” a paniced Meghan asked. “Well, I kind of wanted to be, to have, to, to… to try to get a sexier body, you know bigger breasts….” “You need to show me what you did. Meghan called up a file that was clearly the file Stacey had played around with.” “Sit right there young lady.” Meghan was on the phone for the better part of an hour and worked feverishly fixing something in the machines software. Finally, Stacey was summoned over and told to sit and for the second time subjected to the machines effects.” “We did the best we could. You need to understand, there is only so much that can be done at this point.” Meghan told Stacey. As Stacey looked over to Meghan’s worried expression, Stacey herself got scared. “It’s been too long to cancel the changes you made. Fortunately you didn’t do too many thing wrong. Unfortunately, there is no telling how long the effects will last and exactly what will happen.” “What!” “Stacey this hasn’t been tested on people yet. It should work, but, the changes you made, are likely localized to just a few physical features. Some of these will have to just play out over time.” Stacey started to tear up. Her Aunt Meg’s tone made her think she could have really messed up. However, she still secdretly thought maybe she might still get a nice rack. “It’s been 16 hours and some changes have already been coded in your body. We have done some things that should arrest further changes, but it will take time for what had been done to play out. You are just lucky we caught this early enough or the changes might have been more permanent. Jason was listening to the exchange between his mother and Stacey. He started to worry, but was happy that he was going to keep his changes. The risk to him was worth the reward. If all went according to plan, he would get to stay tall. Suddenly, he heard something he couldn’t believe. A sudden shriek from Stacey caused Jason to peer into his mother’s office he got the rear view so to speak of Stacey, across his mother’s lap, her sun dress up her panties down and her ass about to be spanked. This week keeps getting better and better, Jason was almost giddy as he pulled out his mobile and started recording. Four years his junior, Stacey had always been horrible, often belittling him and going out of her way to embarrass him and now she was being punish and he dodged the bullets. The satisfied smirk could not be contained as he watched and awaited the first blow. His heart was thumping with anticipation, it felt good that mom was going to punish her for being a bad girl. No sooner had that thought flashed through his head, Jason felt like he was a small child gleefully seeing his rival spanked. Immediately after that thought flashed through his head, he was embarrassed by his juvenile reaction. “No! please, No!” Stacey cried out as she struggled to escape her exposed position. But Stacey was comfortably handled by Meghan Gold. “This will remind you not to behalf like a child.” Meghan chastised her ward. “No don’t…. Stacey started to beg, but was cut off as the first blow landed squarely on her tight pale buttox. Meghan was not disposed to stop. This brat needed a clear reminder that her actions were well beyond acceptable. It only took 5 blows for the poor girl to devolve into hysterical crying, completely indistinguishable for any other spanked child. Suddenly Jason noticed the spanking stop. At first he didn’t know why. He expected it to last a bit longer. Then he spied the reason “Stacey your disgusting.” I, I, could, couldn’t, I couldn’t Stacey called out as she slowly regained a bit of composure. You peed on me! A bit more collected Stacey continued. I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help it, is my little girl having potty trouble? a condescending Meghan talk down to her distressed ward. Do you need Auntie Meg to change you? Stop that. Watch your mouth little girl or we can repeat this discipline. Now go clean up. Jason had never seen such a thing before. After a couple of minutes of vicious spanks Stacey was reduced to a blubbing mess, as she stood in front of his mother, she hadn’t even pulled up her wet panties. Though 6’ tall, the tears falling as she whimpered, she still looked like a little girl who had just been disciplined. Mom promised further punishment.

My name is Cam Davidson, everybody says that Cam suits me, if they really knew how I got that name. My dad was one of those hard asses that grew up in the 1950's. Cam is short for Camels. The Cigarettes he used to smoke, my name was almost Camel Davidson, mom got it shortened to just Cam! By trade I am a truck driver, long hauler I'm gone 66.7% of the time. I've been married twice, woman want a man around that is home nights. Not some guy who might be in Florida one day and South Carolina the next and three days later in Denver Colorado. My first wife I came and found she had moved some guy in with her. I caught them doing the horizontal bop! She divorced me. Next wife was just miserable when I was gone. Came back and everything was gone the only things left were my clothes she had at least taken them out of the dressers and folded them before she took the dressers and left that was 6 years ago. I decided to stay single until after my Truck driver days were over in about 7 years. I am almost 60 years old after all. I've been driving Peterbuilts, K-Whoppers, Macs, Innertrashandall's, even an occasional Volvo!, since I turned 18 some 40 years ago. At first all I had to do was get a Chauffeur's Class C licence, then in the late1980's they came out with CDL's. I was back in my home state I had a whole week and a half off, sleep sounded good, but my belly was empty. There was a Truckstop I hadn't visited yet. I pulled into Branson's truck stop. I got out after parking my rig. I went in there was a cute waitress there she could only be at the most 28, she looked 18. "What's up baby? What will it be?" Baby? I was old enough to be her father! I ordered the Biscuits and Gravy, two eggs scrambled with cheese, and bacon, sausage, and a ham slice, hash browns. The works "Coffee?" She asked? "No, no! I'm going to bed soon how about a glass of cold milk!" I said. "Very good baby!" This girl was at the most 5 foot 1 skinny but had a set of Knockers on her! Five minutes later she had my meal ready. "Here you go baby! As my meal with a tall glass of milk was placed before me. I started eating. Her calling me baby kind of bothered me, I put it down to she probably called everybody baby! I was like 60 years old, I did not look anything like a Hollywood heart throb? Could she have noticed my diaper. About a year ago my prostate started acting up on me. I started wetting myself and my bed! To say I was embarrassed as hell about having to wear diapers at 59 years old. I did my best to hide that fact. "What you hauling baby?" She asked while I was eating. "Got a load of post holes, ma'am! I said! "Oh your empty! You dead heading it? Where you heading?" "Yes I'm empty, to tell you the truth I'm almost home, I live like 5 miles from here." "Oh, she said You heading home to the Mrs.?" "Ain't got one of those! I said she left me 6 years ago!" "Sorry to hear that baby!" She said it but her eyes didn't look it! "You need somebody to keep your seats warm?" "Who you? Hell I am probably old enough to be your father or grandfather even! I said. She leaned in and smiled at me. "That's okay I got daddy issues! My name is Susan, but they call me Suzi, baby!" I didn't know if she was for real. I probably was blushing about 12 shades of red, I've never had a girl this young come onto me before, woman my age or older yes! Never this young. "I like your name Cam, is that short for Cameron?" She said reading the name embriodered on my shirt. It was my turn to smile, "No Ma'am that's short for Camel, my dad tried to name me after his cigarettes, mom compromised my real fist name is Cam! C A M." "That sounds like Camshaft! I'm almost done with my shift, can I go home with you baby?" "Hell, why not!" I said.

I have started writing a new story. I hope to finish this one. I'm sure there are grammar and mistakes because I'm not a professional writer. Hope you enjoy. Emily stood still as her soon to be Step-Aunt and Step-Grandmother made sure her dress was just right. Emily hated the dress. Her dress was exactly the same as her soon to be step-sister. Now you would think 'whats the big deal'. Well, the big deal is, her soon to be step-sister is 8 years younger then Emily, not that you could tell if you seen the pair standing together today. Emily had just turned thirteen two months ago and here she was wearing the very same thing her five year old, soon to be step-sister was wearing. Well, almost the very same thing. 2 weeks ago...... Emily and her mother Beth stood in the baggage claim area of the local airport waiting for their two bags to come around. Beth held onto her daughters hand as they waited. Emily hated that her mother still insisted she hold her mother's hand when a large crowd of people were around them, but today was not the day for arguing. She knew her mother was stressed and arguing about having to hold her hand would most likely not turn out good for her. Beth was wearing a pair of jeans and sweater. She had dressed for comfort today, not style. She had taken the two hour flight from Winnipeg to Hamilton many times in the past year to spend time with her soon to be husband and knew it was better to be dressed for comfort. Emily was small for her age but then again so was her mother. The average height of a 13 year old girl is 5'4", Emily stood at only 4'7" and weighed just under 80lbs. She was a very cute girl, with long blonde hair like her mothers. Emily probably had no chance at becoming very tall, as Beth only stood at 5'3". Emily also had on a pair of blue jeans but she decided on a t-shirt instead of a sweater. Their bags finally made it around and Beth keeping a hold of Emily's hand, grabbed both bags. She pulled out the handles and placed Emily's beside her. Emily took a hold of the pink suitcase, with a picture of Cinderella on the front and back. Emily had not traveled for many years and this was the only suitcase she had. She tried to get her mother to buy another one but Beth told her it was fine. They had shipped all their other belongings a few days ago. The two made their way out of the baggage claim area and Beth looked around for her soon to be sister-in-law Kim. Kim stood watching for Beth and Emily. Kim had on a summer dress and looked very sharp. Her long, toned and tanned legs were very attractive. She spotted Beth and walked around a couple that were in front of her, holding her hand up. "Beth. Over here." Kim yelled out. Beth heard and spotted Kim. She pulled Emily towards her. Kim meet them and smiled. She reached out and hugged the much smaller women. "it's so good to see you again Beth. Did you have a good flight?" Beth didn't let go of Emily's hand or her suitcase as Kim wrapped her arms around her. "Nice to see you. The flight was good." Kim let go of Beth and then looked down at Emily. "Ohhhh and this must be Emily." Kim bent down. "It's so nice to finally meet you sweetheart." Kim gave Emily a big hug, almost picking her up off the floor. "Emily this is Peter's sister Kim." Beth said. Emily waited for Kim to let her go before saying. "Hi." "My, you're way cuter in person then the pictures your mommy has shown me." Kim said, still bent down so she was looking into Emily's eyes. Emily wasn't keen on Kim calling her Mom, mommy but didn't give it too much more thought. "Uhmm..Thank you." Kim stood back up, straightening out her dress. " Are we all set then? No one needs to use the potty?" Beth said looking at Emily then Beth. Beth looked at Emily. Emily looked at her mom. They were both not sure who Kim was talking to. They looked back towards Kim and both said, "No." at the same time. Kim smiled. "Then I guess we're already then. I'm just parked out there." Kim pointing out the glass window. "Follow me." Beth and Emily had to walk pretty fast to keep up with the clicking heels of Kim. They all made it outside. The sun was shining bright and there was not a cloud in the sky. Kim slowed a little as she looked back and notice her two followers were a little behind. Kim stood before the road in front of the airport and waited. Kim got between the two and took ahold of both their hands. Both Emily and Beth looked up at Kim when she took their hands. When Kim started walking they had no choice but to start walking themselves. It didn't bother Emily to much about holding Kim's hand but Beth was very confused as to why Kim had taken her hand. They came up to the back of a big black SUV and Kim opened the back. She took Emily's suitcase and set it in. Then she took a hold of Beth's and placed it beside Emily's. Kim pushed a button and the back closed. She took Emily's hand and walked her to the door behind the drivers seat. "All set then. Up you go." Emily took a step back when she saw the car seat. She was confused as to why there was a car seat . "I will go around to the other side." Beth had already opened the passengers door and was just going to sit down when she heard Emily. She turned and looked in the back seat at the pink and purple car seat. "No honey this is your side. Sarah's car seat is on the other side." "But..I don't need a carseat, I'm 13." Emily whined. "I'm sorry sweetheart but that's the law here in Ontario. Any child under 4'9" have to be in a carseat." Kim stated. Beth quickly got back out of the truck and made her way around to the other side. She could see Emily was upset. "Kim. I don't think a carseat is necessary for Emily. She hasn't rode in a car seat for a very long time." "I'm sorry hon. I thought you knew about this." Kim said placing her hand on Beth's shoulder. "Did Peter not mention it to you?" "Mention what?." Kim pulled out her phone from her purse and typed. She picked up her phone to show Beth and then quickly pulled it back up. "Here is what the law states.'Car seats are required for children under 80lbs and stand less than 4'9". Kim left out the last part as to Peter's instructions. 'and who are under the age of eight'. "So as you can see, that's why Peter bought the seat for Emily." Beth was a little taken back and wasn't sure what to say. "Peter never said anything to me about this." Kim placed her phone back into her purse. "Are you sure, because I remember him asking you about Emily's size just a few weeks ago." Beth thought back. She does remember Peter asking her about Emily but she doesn't remember him mentioning anything about a car seat. "Well, I do remember him asking about Emily. But..." Kim stopped Beth from continuing. "Anyways. We need to get going. You have a busy day and I still need to pick up Sarah. Come on Emily. Up in your seat." Emily couldn't believe what was happening. She heard Kim state the law but she couldn't believe it. She took another little step back. Before she got too far, Kim grabbed her hand. "Come on honey. I'm sure the seat is comfortable and I know it's safe." Kim pulled Emily forward. "Can you jump up or do you need a lift?" Emily just stood there not wanting to get into a car seat. "But I'm 13. I don't need to sit in that." Kim's patience was running low. She took control by taking Emily from under her arms and lifting into the truck. She turned her and then quickly lifted the girl into the car seat. "No. Please. I don't need to ride in this." Emily yelled. Before Emily could even try and got out, Kim pulled her arms through the harness and then pressed each side into the strap between Emily's legs. In just a few seconds the 3-point harness was pulled tight, trapping Emily in. Emily kick her legs and in doing so, her feet hit the back of the drivers seat, leaving a little dirt from her shoes. "Now Emily, please behave." With out warning, Kim pulled Emily's sneakers off both her feet and sat them on the floor. Kim shut the door. Beth looked up at Kim. "I'm not sure about this. Is it really necessary? She is 13 years old?" Kim leaned down. "I'm sorry Beth but I'm not getting a ticket because Emily isn't in a car seat. Do you want to pay $250, maybe more?" "Well no but...." "Well then. She is going to have to get use to it until she grows a little. Now come on. We have lots to do." Kim took Beth's hand and lead her around the other side of the truck. She opened her door. "Buckle up." Beth didn't have anymore to argue and when Kim took a hold of her hand again. She just followed her around and slowly got into the passengers side. Emily kicked her feet once again, hitting the back of Kim's seat just as Kim was backing out of the parking spot. Kim stopped the truck and looked in the rear view mirror. "Emily please don't kick my seat again." Emily threw her head back into the car seat and closed her eyes. She so wanted to kick the seat again and again and again. Kim waited for a few seconds and then began to pull out of the parking spot. She looked over at Beth once she was out of the parking lot. "It's a good thing you're not any shorter." Beth turned her head. "Pardon?" Kim smiled. "I was just thinking. Peter likes to have things equal and if you were any shorter he might have had to buy two car seats." Beth didn't know what to say but Kim started laughing so Beth joined her. "Very funny." "I thought so." Kim replied.

I know, I know "Another new story from Kasarberang that's going to take literal years between chapters" Allow me to explain. I write as a hobby, one of a great many hobbies that my brain alternates between, right now Writing is the hobby in focus so hopefully I'll be able to pump out a few chapters of this story and maybe the other ones as well. Unfortunately I make no promises as to how often this story or any others will be updated, it might be once a week or more: This was the case for "Just A Checkup" before I wrote myself into a dead end (I'm planning to rewrite that story and continue it at some point) and it might be way less frequent "Babied By The Sitter" (Still in progress). I'm not a writer, I'm just a guy who does writing sometimes Anyway, I had this idea for a story and I hope I can do it justice. As always feel free to remix, modify, redistribute any of my stories however you like. If you like the setting, characters or anything else feel free to use it. I wont mind, in fact I'd love to see what you can do with my ideas. So PM me if you do make anything that you decide to release. (Tags will be updated as the story progresses.) My Time At The Everland Farm All Characters involved in a sexual situation in this story are at or above the age of consent, even if their ages aren't directly stated. Also this story is entirely a work of fiction and absolutely nothing in it actually happened. Art by: Ruperallmighty Email: Ruperallmighty@gmail.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/Ruperallmighty Art Officially Approved to comply with DD rules by: DailyDi. My name is Daniel I'm 22 years old and this story is of my time at The Everland Farm. The story starts at my house, I had just gotten this mornings mail and saw a letter addressed to me. It read: "Work getting you down? Need a break from the stresses of daily life? Need a vacation? Than come on over to The Everland Farm for a nice change of pace! Experience four weeks free of the stresses of daily life! And with this special offer you can enjoy all four weeks 100% FREE! Lodging included." It even included a valid bus ticket. This letter didn't apply to me at all, I enjoyed my job working as a developer in a small Indie Game studio, the stresses of daily life were minimal at best and I much preferred to be at home. Not to mention a 100% all expenses paid vacation seemed super sketch to say the least. Probably some shitty timeshare or some pyramid scheme of some sort, neither of which I wanted any part of. So I threw the letter on my couch with all the other junk mail, intending to either throw it away or shred it. == A few days went by and I had spoken to some friends and family about the letter. Almost everyone unanimously said I should go, which honestly didn't surprise me, everyone's always telling me I need to get out more and here is seemingly an offer that gives me no excuse but to do just that. Whenever I expressed my concerns they just replied "Just record everything that goes on, that way you're far less likely to get mugged." despite the fact that my state has specific laws against recording out in public unless you receive consent from every single person that would be in the recording. It's' an interesting law and is far stricter than most, it's good for privacy but a lot of people are against it, which frankly I can understand. Anyway eventually people bugged me enough about the vacation that I decided to just do it. Even my work told me I should go. At this point I needed a vacation from all the people telling me I needed a vacation. I packed pretty light, not expecting to need too much. I packed my cellphone, a pair of wired earbuds, some spare clothes, A DVD player and some DVDs as well as an emergency battery pack which should get me through the month if used sparingly. Everything fit in a nice backpack that I keep around for travel, despite this being the first time I actually ever used it for that. Usually I just used it to carry around my work laptop with me so I could work a little while away. But I did originally buy it for travel. Once I was packed and ready to go I set out for the bus-station which was only a quick walk from my house so it didn't take me very long to get there, less than five minutes if I had to guess. I gave the driver my ticket and soon I was off to The Everland Farm, to my surprise I was the only passenger on the bus. That could easily be explained away by it being 10am on a weekday, not exactly the most desirable time to take a bus somewhere far away, since most people had work to do. I put in my earbuds and set my phone to play my favorite artist Big Penny, which has gotten me through a lot of long bus rides in the past. This specific album titled: "Heads or Tails" featured other artists such as Jiggo-J and DJ MEMEBOY. It truly was and still is an underrated album. Personally I think it's Big Penny's best work, his other albums were entertaining, but nothing quite had the same feel as "Heads or Tails" did. I think it's cause it's the only time as of writing this that Big Penny, Jiggo-J and DJ MEMEBOY have collaborated on an album together, It's very obvious that they gave their best with this album. "Heads or Tails" came with a total of 26 songs with a total runtime of 5 hours and 15 minutes and only cost $5.99 when it first released. It was the very first album to have over 3hours of content with a price tag below $36. "Last Stop Everland Farms, if you got this far without getting off you either missed your stop or got the wrong bus!" said the bus driver. Yet again Big Penny got me through another otherwise boring bus ride. I thanked the driver and was on my way. The bus didn't stop directly in front of Everland Farms they stopped quite a bit away actually. I could very easily see where the farm was, but it was a bit of a walk to get there. Once I did finally arrive I took a seat on a nearby bench to catch my breath before getting up and looking around. Right away I was surprised at the absolute size of the property it must've been on at least five acres of land. There's no way this is the place I was going to be staying for a whole month, it's far too nice to be completely free, either that or it really is some timeshare or pyramid scheme. You could tell this place had been around for awhile, some buildings looked fairly new, or at least newly painted and others looked like they'd been sitting there for decades, all the buildings had a Little House On The Prairie style and vibe to them. Most of the buildings were double to triple the size of regular buildings I was accustomed to. It had been a few minutes so I decided to get up and start looking around, there didn't seem to be anyone nearby so I figured I'd take a look around myself, kinda give myself the grand-tour of the property, even though I knew nothing about it. I walked around a little before stopping in front of a building which was bigger than the rest, which is saying something since all the buildings on the property were huge. Since I was feeling especially adventurous I decided to let myself in. Right away I noticed the inside of the building felt far larger than the outside, but I'm sure that was just an optical illusion, since all houses felt far bigger on the inside than they did on the outside. Everything downstairs was pretty standard, Standard Living Room, Kitchen, Dining Room. The furniture was far larger than I was used to but I was usually the shortest guy in the room, so maybe this is the standard for people of normal or above average height, I could see that. After having a good look at the downstairs I decided to look upstairs, which presented me with my first major challenge. The steps were far steeper than I was used to, it was like every step was 2 or 3 normal sized steps stacked on top of each other. I found myself lifting my legs up way higher than I was used to when climbing up stairs. I also went up these stairs far slower than I usually would, to reduce the chances of me falling forward or backwards. After climbing up what felt like thousands of stairs I finally reached the top of the staircase. There was a long hallway with doors on each side, all of them with a wooden sign on them labeling what the room's purpose was, which makes sense since this was a public vacation spot, I imagine it'd be a pain to have to explain where every room was every single time there was a new customer. I walked up to the second door on the right labeled "Emily's Room". Letting my curiosity get the better of me I playfully turned the doorknob fully expecting the room to be locked, but to my surprise the knob turned and the door opened with ease. The inside of the room was pink with white trim, even the walls were painted pink with the corners painted white. There was a computer desk, which really made me feel small, I could barely even reach the top of the desk, I knew I was short, but I didn't think I was THAT short. I had to sit in the rolling office chair and put the height up all the way in order to sit at the desk like a regular person. atop the desk sat an old ldrn PC, with matching beige keyboard and mouse. Running an old version of Backdoor OS. I could have gone and looked through the files and search history of the computer, but I decided against it. I was staying here after all and if anyone were to catch me doing that I'd probably be in for a very bad experience. Plus the bus only stops here once a month, which makes sense, considering that's the minimum amount of time you're allowed to stay, otherwise they charge you for leaving early. Looking around the room further I noticed something laying on the floor, walking over to it revealed that it was a bra. It was Sea Foam Green, very frilly and most importantly, it was huge. Holding one of the cups up to my head for size and the cup was larger than my head. "So, I have one question. Why the fuck do you have your faced pressed up against my bra?" Shouted an unfamiliar voice. coming from the doorway. ====End of Chapter 1==== I hope you enjoyed! Please tell me what you think! Your words encourage me to write more frequently. TXT My Time At The Everland Farm ~ A Kasarberang Story (Reader Download) PDF My Time At The Everland Farm ~ A Kasarberang Story (Reader Download).pdf ODT My Time At The Everland Farm ~ A Kasarberang Story (Reader Download).odt

Easter Bedwetting Part 1 The sun was shining on a Thursday morning. Allison was having a pleasant dream about a fantasy world as a princess. She and her younger sister were wearing long dresses as they played with dolls. Unlike normal dolls, these dolls were fancy and most likely way out of budget for a normal person with a day job. Allison adored her younger sister's dress that was light blue and worked well for her light blonde hair. It built her adorable essence as a six-year-old girl would. She looked at her own dress which was light pink with some curves that were developing for a twelve-year-old girl with light blonde hair. Allison soon felt a need to pee, “I need to use the little princess room,” Allison states to her sister. She smiles back as Allison finds the toilet. Once sitting on the throne, Allison began to relieve herself. A slight noise of a door creaking open caused Allison to groggily open her eyes. There stood in front of the waking girl a younger girl with the same hair color. Allison knew her sister had come to greet her in the morning. “Someone’s bed is wet,” stated the young girl. They stood there for a few seconds without speaking as Allison was scared to confirm if that was true or not. “April fools!” the young girl answers back. Allison sighs at her sister, “I really shouldn’t have taught you that, Claire.” It was Thursday only a few days before Easter, yet Allison’s sister Claire still made April fools joke when Allison taught her about them. However, moving her legs Allison found that it wasn’t a joke. “Well, ummm, it actually wasn’t a joke though…” Allison began to sob. Claire goes up to Allison and hugs her, “Aw, it’s okay Ally.” She lets go and gives a concerned look that grows into a smile. “It's okay that you wet the bed, let's go and get some breakfast!” Allison still felt down but felt a little better seeing the smile on her younger sister. She got up and removed her sheets—a process she’s done the last few days. According to her sister, breakfast was probably ready so Allison stripped of her soaked pajama clothing and put on a set of clean clothes. She’d like to take a bath soon, but if she was going to go eat breakfast it’d be wiser to change her clothes first then stay in the wet stained ones. Then she put the dirty clothes in the dirty clothes basket. Walking out of her room and down the short set of stairs around the corner, to a dining hall to the right. Allison found her sister smiling at her seat with pancakes on her plate, and a middle-aged blonde-haired woman smiling directly at her. This woman still looked pretty young for her age and adored both Allison and Claire as a mother should. Allison’s mother looks over at her, “Oh hun, did you get ready already?” Despite wanting to say that she did, Allison knew the reality wasn’t that. “Not yet…” was the only thing she could respond to. The smile from her mother turned to a look of concern, “Oh…did you have another accident last night?” Allison felt rather embarrassed that she didn’t feel like responding and only nodded. “That’s okay sweetie, it’ll be fine I’m sure. Just hand me the wet sheets and I’ll take care of them all alright. So just eat up and try and forget about it.” After hearing her mother finish, Allison sat in her seat next to Claire and began to eat buttered pancakes. After taking a few bites, Allison’s mother spoke up again, “Allison, your father and I talked about it, we know you’ll probably hate this, but we think it’d be smart if we got you some protection at night.” Allison was ashamed to hear the thought, “You mean like diapers?” Once she mentioned “diapers,” she heard her sister Claire giggling. “Well, it would be better than waking up to a wet bed wouldn’t it?” Allison’s mother suggested. “And I’d bet you’d be cute,” Claire added. Allison tried to ignore Claire’s comment, “Yeah, I suppose you are right mom.” “Okay good, plus we do have the trip tomorrow to Grandma’s for Easter. I think it’d be a wise decision to go get them after you get ready then. Also, I’m proud of you to accept it, hun!” With the declaration made, they enjoyed their meal and Allison made her way to take a bath after handing her wet sheets and clothes to her mother. During Allison’s bath, Allison couldn’t help but think about the predicament she was in. So I’ll have to get diapers, well just for night time. I suppose things could be worse, but I guess I just have to accept that I’m a bedwetter now. It’ll definitely help us not have to clean as much after making a mess. Allison smiled to herself accepting the decision that was made. Plus, maybe Claire could be right and they’d look cute on me. She giggled at the thought. Though I doubt that, but it might actually not be that bad. Sure they are for babies, but some of the designs are cute…well for babies. Now that I’m thinking about it, it really doesn’t sound that bad at all now. Allison smiled to herself as she continued to enjoy her bath. Once her soothing bath finished, Allison put the clothes she had back on and told her mother that she was ready to go. They rounded Claire up to join them as they went to the store to get some items for the trip to their Grandma’s—which included “protection.” At the nearby Walmart, they found all the items on the list except for one—Allison’s “protection.” Allison blushed with embarrassment at the idea aisle they were heading to. She almost wished they could keep walking forever or turn around for how nervous she felt. Unfortunately, the walk to the diaper aisle was only a short jaunt. There Allison eyed several brands of diapers lined on the shelves. The one that really caught her eye was the Pampers brand diapers. They had all the different sizes ranging from one to seven. Each package had a different design for each size. She scanned the designs and sizes to see if she could find the one that would fit her. Many of the smaller sizes were made for babies, but the size seven seemed like it would fit her best. Even for a slowly developing girl, Allison was still more on the small size. So even a size seven Pampers diaper should easily fit her. Looking at the packages, an Elmo design came to Allison’s mind. Allison remembers she enjoyed watching Sesame Street when she was younger, so maybe it’d be rather fitting then. However, Allison thought to herself that these were baby diapers and she wasn’t a baby. So Allison did her best to keep her attention away from the packages. She did a good job until she heard Claire speak up. “Mommy, wouldn’t this work for Ally?” Claire spoke holding up a package of Pampers size 7. Allison wanted to speak up and suggest a different idea, but she decided to wait and see how it played out. “Oh, I bet this would be cute on Ally huh?” Their mother responded taking the package. Allison blushed and felt frozen stiff even if she wanted to speak up. “But she doesn’t need actual diapers, just something to hold her for the night like Goodnites.” Allison’s mother then put the package back on the shelf and walked to get a package of Goodnites for girls. The design for the goodnite showcased hearts and flowers and other patterns. “These will be cute too!” Claire spoke up. Allison was frozen stiff due to the mass embarrassment she had to endure. “Don’t you think?” Claire turned her attention to Allison asking her opinion on the design. Allison couldn’t deny that it was still pretty cute. “Yeah, they’re cute,” was all Allison could muster. “I’m glad to hear that,” their mother stated. “Sorry hun if you are feeling a little embarrassed, we’ll try and get out of here shortly alright?” After hearing her mother, Allison just followed behind silently. At the cash register, Allison wanted to look away as all the items were scanned including her Goodnites package. However, no specific comments were made than the usual routine. The cashier looked to be a girl in her twenties, probably having a day job being in college. With red-hair tied in a pony-tail, her emerald eyes looked at Allison with a bright smile. Allison didn’t want to look too into it so she just walked behind her mother as they left the store. Once they returned home, Allison was given her package of goodnites to hold in her room to make sure she puts one on each night. Allison also began to pack her things for the trip. Starting with her clothes, some cute things like a few dresses and a plain shirt and several skirts. Knowing that the location was just her grandma’s, Allison didn’t think to bring anything special for clothing than what she found comfy or cute. Next, Allison began to pack her bathroom stuff only leaving the bare minimum of a toothbrush and toothpaste she’d use that night before packing. Then she found herself back in her room at night fully packed and ready. However, Allison realized she did forget one item—her Goodnites. She decided to ask her mother how she should pack them as she didn’t leave much room for them. In the kitchen once again, she found her mother cooking and getting dinner ready for when the father would arrive after a good day at work. “Um, Mom?” Allison got her mother's attention. Turning to face the young girl, Allison’s mother smiled. “Yes, dear?” “Umm well,” Allison felt slightly shy to mention the problem. “I’m all packed.” “Well, that’s good. Dinner should be done shortly as should your father gets home.” “Okay…well you see…” Allison blushed as her mother tilted her head. “I did finish packing, but I forgot to pack my…” Her voice lowered a bit. “My Goodnites and I don’t have any room left.” Allison turned an even brighter tomato. “Oh,” Her mother replied. “That’s okay, I’ll pack them with my stuff then. Just make sure to take two out for tonight and you can hand the rest to me alright?” “Okay,” Allison nodded. “That sounds good mommy. But can I ask, why two?” Her mother smiled, “One for tonight and the second one is just in case you wake up in the night and need it. Probably should be prepared just in case and can’t get access to the rest of them.” “Oh, that makes sense. I’ll go do that now then, where do you want the package?” “You can leave it on my bed.” “Alright, I’ll go do it now then.” Allison walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs finding her room. There she found the package of Goodnites with the young girl on the cover. She wasn’t sure if there was a specific way to open it but ignorantly tore the package open. Now with the package open, Allison shyly grabbed two of the paddings out setting them on her bed. She then walked over to her mother's master bedroom placing the package on the large blue comforter covering the bed. Allison walked back to her own room to find the two Goodnites left behind. Curious, Allison picked one up to see how it felt. The pink and purple garment had a rather odd soft touch at first. Allison imagined that it wouldn’t feel soft, but figures the padding must give it that texture. She wondered how it’d feel to actually wear given the odd inviting softness. A sound of the front door of the house echoed through the house which told Allison her father was home. More than likely dinner was ready as well. Allison put the soft padding of the Goodnite on her bed once again before heading down. Despite wanting to see how it felt while wearing, she knew she’d be testing one later that night anyway. Once downstairs, she found her family was already sitting at the dinner table. Allison found her seat next to Claire. Allison was happy to see that they were having steak for that night. With a fork and knife in her hand, Allison began to cut the meat for herself. She had always been allowed to cut her own food when she was about Claire’s age as she looks over to see Claire was awkwardly cutting her food. “Did you do it, hun?” Voiced a question from her mother. Allison knew that it was about the Goodnites. “Yup,” Allison nodded. “Did what?” Allison’s father questioned which Claire also piqued with the same thought. “Did what I ask to do with her Goodnites,” Allison’s mother stated. Just hearing it caused Allison to blush. “Oh, you did get her some protection then,” Her father stated. “Well that’s good, now you won’t have to worry about a wet bed again.” Allison’s father smiled at her, which she couldn’t help smile back. Even though she felt slightly embarrassed by the problem, everyone else didn’t seem to mind. So, Allison continued to eat her food. After dinner was finished, Allison helped Claire do the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. A process Allison wasn’t very fond of but it was something to help around the house. Though she understands Claire’s point of view is more of just a trivial chore at her age. But once she grew up, she’d probably understand, at least that’s what Allison hoped. Once the dishes were finished, Claire tugged on Allison’s shirt. “Ally, can we watch a movie?” Claire asked. “Sure, I’d love to watch something with you,” Allison answered back. “Go pick something and I’ll join you okay.” “Okay!” Claire beamed and trotted off. Allison was happy to have her younger sister, as it did give her an excuse for watching younger kid movies and shows. Even though she wasn’t that old herself, she knew she should be growing up regardless. Before going to her sister's room, Allison decided to answer her earlier curiosity. Its almost bedtime, it’ll be fine if I do this now. She walked into her room and picked up one of her Goodnites feeling the softness in her clutches again. Then she began to remove the light blue underwear tossing them into her dirty clothes basket. There she took the Goodnite and pulled it open and slid it on like a regular pair of underwear. The odd soft-touch remained, but a new wave emanated as the padding hit Allison’s rear. It wasn’t like regular underwear, but it did feel secure and oddly comforting. Allison couldn’t quite comprehend it but didn’t really mind wearing it for the time being. With her new padding equipped, she walked over to her sister's bedroom. Once she entered, she saw the room with pink walls and stuffed animals placed around. It was almost as if a magical unicorn dashed in with its rainbows turning everything cute. This was definitely fit for a little girl like her sister Claire who sat on her bed before a television screen clutching a stuffed rabbit. “What did you pick for us this time?” Allison asked the adorable Claire. “Oh, I picked Sleeping Beauty for us!” Claire smiled. Allison smiled back, “Oh good I love that one.” She quietly took her seat next to Claire as they started the film. Allison could only wonder if her sister could notice if she was wearing a Goodnite. Partway through the film near the end, Allison felt a need to urinate. It didn’t seem like she’d have to go right away so she probably could hold till the rest of the film, but it did make her think about the garment she currently wore. No, I don’t plan on using my Goodnite just to be lazy. Plus, I’d probably have to get another Goodnite and Mom most likely packed everything already. So, I’d better save this one. Once the film ended, Allison made her way to the bathroom making use of it. She then got ready for bed changing into her pajama shirt and pants that were both light blue with white dots. There she found at her door a young curious girl—her sister Claire. “Ally did you put it on?” Claire asked. It was clear she was interested in the Goodnite Allison was wearing. So, Allison nodded in response. “Can I see? Please?” Giving in to her younger sister’s pleads, Allison lowered her pajama pants exposing to her sister and the purple garment. “I was sort of embarrassed at first, but it's not that bad,” Allison stated. “Oh, you are cute!” Claire beamed. “Hehe, my diapered sister!” Allison blushed but was embraced by her younger sister. “It’ll be fine, I know it! I love you sis, goodnight!” “Aw, I love you too! Goodnight my sweet Claire,” Allison smiled back. She felt rather happy to have her sister’s support at the least. So following Claire out, she turned the lights off and crawled into her bed. Well, here I am wearing a Goodnite diaper. The day before we go to Grandma’s when I’d have hoped my bedwetting was going to stop before. But now I have to wear these at night. Though it is pretty soft so maybe I shouldn’t complain. At least I’ll be able to wake up in the morning without a wet bed! Allison reassured herself and felt contented enough and soon fell asleep.

Dreamer I stretched, yawned and wriggled myself awake. I reached for my phone to check the time - 7.28 - fantastic, the best continuous night’s sleep I’d had for quite some time. Well, apart from a visit to the bathroom for a piss but otherwise, over ten hours. I was quite pleased with myself. I laid in my warm cocoon knowing that any minute I had to get up for school but so pleased with myself for catching up on what had been a few awful restless nights, I wanted to make the most of my bed’s welcoming comfort. I slipped my hand further under the blanket and rubbed up against the thick plastic pants, the huge expanded bulk underneath told me I hadn’t had the wonderful damp-free night I thought I’d had. How come I can dream of going to the toilet and executing a wonderful, no-hassle pee, yet in reality I can never rouse myself from the sleep I’m having? Even when I’m having a terrible night’s sleep, with constant wakeful interruptions, it’s when I doze, even for a few seconds that my bladder tends to operate under its own terms. In my dreams I can simply get up and go. Mind you, I tend not to be wearing thick padding in my dreams so can easily access my straining cock. I suppose that’s another thing; how come I dream so much of taking a piss? There’s never any huge build up to it, I just go and feel the relief afterwards as if I’d naturally gone to the loo. I can often hear my pee hitting the water or bouncing off the porcelain so that makes me think that my dream is real and I’m doing it for real. Except I’ve slept through the entire event and flooded my nappy, though I have to admit that is a lot better than a waterlogged bed. I hope one day someone can explain just how that works because so far doctors, relations and even Google have been unable to come to any agreement on the matter. I’ll grant that they all have good ideas but the actual reason appears to be one hell of a mystery. I mean, how can it be that for the most part of my life, well since I was three to just a few months ago I slept happily dry but not so now? As far as I can remember there’s been no trauma or accident or anything that could have caused me to suddenly lack the ability to get up in the night for a pee. It’s simply ridiculous. How can I dream the action but not action the action? # My bedroom door opens and in walks mum. A few weeks ago she used to knock first but now I’m in nappies she seems to think she can come in when she likes. I’ve tried to explain this to her, that I need some privacy, but she just ignores my request and simply refuses to see my argument. She says that now I’m wetting secrecy is a thing of the past. Apparently she’s there to make sure I’m awake and remind me I have school (as if I wasn’t aware) and to make sure that these unfortunate incidents haven’t had an adverse effect on me. She doesn't want me hiding myself away and worrying about it. “Just making sure you’re okay and slept well... and both your father and I want you to know... this will pass before long.” Actually, what I think she’s doing is checking her plan of putting me back in night time nappies and plastic protection is working and that her precious bedding is safe. I first wet the bed almost three months ago and mum was quick to suggest I wore a nappy. Of course I resented the very idea but she said that her brother, my Uncle Tom (who now lives in Australia), had a similar problem when he was my age and their mother’s quick decision to make him wear protection had saved everyone a load of heartache. Like me he disagreed with her solution to the problem, and also like me found he had no option. It was simple, cheap and completely effective in what it had to do, whilst a consensus of family opinion meant that a nappy was the answer so, as a shy teenager like me, he didn’t get a say in that particular outcome. My gran (a strong-willed woman to say the least) had been definite that the bed, bedding, jammies and the self-esteem of not swirling around in a sea of urine made it so no one but her son was affected by his burst of incontinence. Apparently he wore that bedtime protection for another twelve months or so before he seemed to “Grow out of it”. Mum applied the same logic to me and despite my teenage tantrum, denials and pleading, I was put back into nappies and made to wear vinyl pants to avoid any chance of leakage. The speed that mum had everything at her disposal was frightening, as if she’d expected me to have this problem at some point in my school life. She alleged that after that first morning of finding me in a wet bed she remembered Tom’s problem and immediately went into overdrive, locating everything she thought I’d need online and spent the day collecting it. She said she wouldn’t allow me to have a second night wallowing around in a pee-soaked bed, especially when there was such a simple preventative system she intended putting into practice. I came home from school to find my dresser just a pile of fabric nappies and a couple of packets containing ‘baby’ pants. There was a small bowl with baby pins (pink, green and blue) and an array of powders and creams, I was stunned mum had garnered together this arsenal of products to take care of my one night of bed-wetting. It was a huge surprise for a fourteen year old schoolboy. I found these ranks of supplies for an accidental, once in a lifetime, wet bed a bit over the top and quite wounded by just how convinced she was that I’d need it all. Waking up to such a mishap was an ordeal (and awful shock) in itself and although I wasn’t expecting too much sympathy I did think she’d see it as just a freak event. It wasn’t like I’d been secretly drinking or got myself into a state... it was simply misfortune. As I lay on my bed and looked at the stuff I wondered why, if she thought I needed it, she hadn’t just bought a pack of Pampers disposables and then seen how things progressed from there. That pile suggested she was getting ready for a long campaign, whilst I thought it was just a one off, a misfortune and nothing to go to such extremes over. As far as I was concerned this wasn’t a calamity - just an unlucky accident. I tried to argue that point but she wouldn’t heed my objection and said it was best to be on the safe side. She was of the firm opinion that making sure my bed and bedding was defended from ‘further urinary damage’ should I pee again, was a worthy principle; laundry would be less and I’d be the only one affected. She couldn’t see a downside to her argument and I failed to defend my case with any hope of success. She promised that if I didn’t wet for a ‘few’ (unspecified) nights then she’d re-think the nappies. I looked at the supplies piled up on the dresser and knew she was expecting the worst. # Actually, when I think about it, this wasn’t the first time I’d wet the bed. When I’d just turned twelve I was having trouble sleeping, I didn’t know why I just was having such terrible interrupted nights. My brain would fixate on one subject (usually of no relevance to anything I could recall) and would lie in bed tossing and turning as if trying to shake the thing from my brain. At the time mum was also having trouble sleeping and was using a programme of ‘natural sounds and delta waves’ to enable a peaceful night’s slumber. It appeared to have worked, as she was far more relaxed and offered the IPad to see if it would do the same for me. Mum herself was against using pills and ‘medicine’ at the best of times and preferred either to let nature take its course (as with colds and flu) or try something natural, like sounds and meditation. She wasn't a homeopathic nutter but thought quite a lot of things would sort themselves out in due course. As the sounds had some effect on her, suggested I give it a try. I scrolled down the ‘relaxing sounds’ section and found one I thought would work for me – Rain Forest. I was expecting the night calls and general wind-in-trees type of thing but in fact it was just as it said; rain... in the rain forest. I don’t know how or why it happened but I woke up in quite a large puddle of my own pee. I was shocked and worried what mum would say but she just laughed (yes laughed) and said she found it funny that the rain forest had made me soak my PJs. However, she also explained that was why all our mattresses in the house had protectors over them... because you never knew when a nocturnal mishap might occur. Anyway, despite her good humour on that occasion, as she stripped the bed and sent me to get a shower she did say that if it happened again, for whatever reason, I’d be wearing nappies to sleep in from then on. I think she was just firing a warning shot because I didn’t pee the bed again until, well, I’ve just told you. However, the speed she got all the stuff together made me think that maybe she had some items already. Meanwhile, I dumped those little night rhythms and sounds and slept without any help from the Amazonian Rain Forest or any other supposedly relaxing therapy. # I can tell you that at fourteen years old I dreaded any of my friends finding out but in our small community, and mum being a very chatty person with all the neighbours, my secret couldn’t last long. However, she did say that I wasn’t the only one with such a ‘problem’ but wouldn’t tell me who the other person(s) were. I spent quite a bit of time scrutinising the washing lines between my home and school for some indication. I thought if my nappies were blowing in the wind, which they seemed to be on a daily basis, and then there was a good chance theirs would be too. I did see the occasional pair of plastic pants and nappies drying on the line but thought they were too small to belong to anyone but a baby. Knowing there were others, but finding no evidence to back mum’s declaration, I began to feel alone and a bit stupid. I mean, staring at folks washing was definitely a bit pervy. However, the main problem was... why should I start pissing the bed? Suddenly I was waking up to a soaked nappy (as mum had predicted). It just didn’t make any sense unless I was regressing back to my childhood. However, like I told you when I was twelve, any last thought at night began to occupy my nocturnal deliberations and sleep was difficult. When I did drop off I dreamt of babies (of which I was one) and when awake that notion just kept turning over in my mind. It was uncomfortable on so many levels, none of which I was happy with... I just wanted to sleep at night and wake up dry. Don’t ask me why that particular ‘being a baby’ theory should have taken over my mind but it did. (I suppose the nightly nappy and plastic pants made a bigger impression on my psyche than I’d given it credit for.) I convinced myself that’s just what I was and daily got more and more depressed as I thought about it. I slipped from being a reasonably outgoing lad, to a self-pitying toddler. Each night, as I fitted my nightly cushion of protection, I felt myself slipping further and further back to my childhood. I’d get upset if I couldn’t get the pins in right, or pricked myself, or I’d not fastened the nappy on tight enough. I was a mess and, if no one else was around, I’d even shed a few miserable, frustrated tears. Pulling up the plastic pants (which mum insisted I always wore with a nappy) more or less proved I was a baby. So that act and thought would stick with me and the entire dream scenario would kick off again. It was like that particular theme was on constant replay. # Equally, if I managed to avoid that specific dream the other one, the one where I knew I was peeing into a toilet, took centre stage. I’d confidently spray the white ceramic bowl, listening to the splash that indicated my aim was true, often zipping up and moving on to continue to do whatever it was I was doing before my toilet break. It was two very exacting dreams; one where I was a baby, the other where I was myself, but both ended with a wake-up call of soggy misery. However, they weren’t the only two because later I dreamt I was in church, singing along with the rest of the congregation when suddenly I felt the spirit of the Lord enter me... except it wasn’t the spirit of the Lord. That nice warming glow that was wonderful and uplifting was a tepid sodden nappy when I woke up. The reason this was strange was that as a family, we didn’t go to church. Mum and dad weren’t interested and the only times I remember going was for a wedding and a couple of Christenings, other than that my experience of church was limited. However, I do watch a lot of television and it is more than likely that I was influenced by something I saw... but I don’t know what. What was even worse was that it wasn’t every morning that I woke up soaked. For instance, last Monday and Tuesday I was dry. I was jubilant for twenty four hours but Wednesday night I wet, Thursday was dry but this morning... incredibly soaked. Of course, the few weeks prior I’d wet almost every night so even when I did wake up dry the feelings of euphoria only lasted a short while. Mum had gone out of her way to make sure that the rubber pants she bought were the most sturdy she could find, so the things I had to wear at night gripped me tightly so there was no danger at all of fluid escape. I even went back to wearing jammies over them in the hope of disguising the bulk a little bit but in the end I was so hot I could hardly bear wearing anything to sleep in other than what I had to. # Although nappies were the first recourse for mum she did, after visits to the doctor and a child psychologist (which she was dead against but dad insisted I give it a go), suggested I try yoga. Having had all the other attempts at curbing my nightly flood fail: From drinking less, to getting woken up in the middle of the night - those relaxing tapes, to various homeopathic potions, it seemed an option I should at least attempt. I just couldn’t take seriously all these po-faced, loose-limbed women (only one guy) stretching and being some kind of ‘downward dog’ or some such, it left me mentally mocking the entire group. I’m sure if they knew I was a fourteen year-old still wetting the bed, they might have been ridiculing me. Anyway, I left them and tried visualisation. The trouble with this was, as soon as I found my vision, it would be usurped by my baby or toilet ‘situation’ and then that was all that occupied my head. Someone suggested to mum that I try hypnosis but she was even more sceptical about that and told her friend that she’d keep that suggestion on the back-burner for a while to see if I improved naturally. I didn’t. The doctor did eventually prescribe some pills, much to mum's resistance, but they had no effect either. So, a dry nappy with thick and durable see-thru plastic pants became the last thing I saw at night and a wet bulky one the first thing I saw in the morning. To feel the morning tightness of an expanded pair of slippery looking plastic pants let me know, in a totally unsubtle manner, that I’d wet again. I could have done without that particular wake-up call. Having said that, despite that firm grip being annoying in the beginning, it didn’t take me too long to come to terms with that particular sensation. Mum had said that I should think of them like a knight relies on his armour for protection and he wouldn’t be daft enough to wonder into a battle zone wearing just his vest and pants (we both giggled at this bizarre comparison). Although my parents were resolute in their actions they just took it as read that these things happen. Punishment or angry voices were never part of their dealing with what was going on. I suppose with Uncle Tom to point to as proof of this philosophy, I didn’t get any negativity at home. However, before they retired for the night mum or dad would come and check to make sure I wasn’t already wet because mum said I should try and prevent laying around in a damp nappy for too long. I don’t think they ever changed me whilst I slept because I’m sure I would have woken up if they’d tried. However, I wasn’t certain if I thought it weird or comforting that they checked. # As I say, mum had bought in all new stuff to cope with my situation. Mrs Pradesh, our neighbour, whose own family had grown up and moved away, offered some of the stuff they’d worn as kids should I need it but mum declined. Apparently, they’d been late in toilet training and she had quite a collection of preventative clothing. Just how late they were in coming to terms with the potty she never revealed but, judging by the size of their colourful nappies, they were at least as old as me. I’d got around a dozen white terry fabric nappies and half a dozen different pairs of vinyl pants, some of which seemed a little more robust than others. Waking up saggy and soggy, whilst these stout pants made sure I was leak-proof, was an interesting way to start the day. I say interesting, what I mean is...not very ego boosting. My self-esteem dipped and the need for that night time force-field was all I could think about... and be indebted to. The paraphernalia of making sure the required area was clean, dry and (mum insisted) smooth, together with the thick preventative creams, lotions and powders I had to administer each night made bed time a complete humiliation. Mum had talked me through the nappy operation at the beginning but then said she trusted me to do it properly myself. Then, having had one or two leaking problems because I hadn’t been thorough enough, threatened to come up and do it herself, which would mean an early bedtime of 7.30. At fourteen I didn’t want to be called in for bed that early as it would have been total humiliation for my mates to know about it. So, I knuckled down and made sure I did as good a job as mum in getting my nappy and protection up to speck. She also threatened there’d be sporadic, unannounced checks and, should it not be in place correctly, it would be a 6pm bedtime and she would supervise every aspect of getting me ready “Like I did when you were a baby”. She smiled as she said this but I’m convinced she meant it. As you might imagine this focused my attention on every detail mum had advocated. # I tried to get dad on side but he was in complete agreement with mum and, in an effort to stop my constant grumbling promised that I’d be wearing a nappy all day as well as all night if I didn’t do as they said... and ‘stop whining’. Dad saying that, and mum threatening a 6pm bed time, made me take my wetting a bit more seriously. I had been thinking that I shouldn’t be punished for something I had no control over but they said I wasn’t being punished for that... my wet nights were being contained. What I would be punished for was my constant complaining and miserable face, which they said they shouldn’t be punished having to look at when my wetting wasn’t their fault. Why do parents have the clever come backs? I have to admit since I’d started wetting I was constantly in a mood. I couldn’t see any upside to my problem and I dreaded my friends catching on... although one or two might have known, no one said anything... to my face anyway. Either side my immediate neighbours didn’t have kids my age. The Wilson's at Number 14 had twins almost two years ago, whilst the Pradesh’s at Number 18 had grown up kids who’d left and had families of their own. What this meant was that the washing line wasn’t over-looked by any of my school friends so my daily laundry was hidden from any possible prying eyes. However, both sides offered mum their support and empathy having a teenager still in need of protection. So, as I mentioned, last night I dreamt I’d gone to the toilet with no problem, yet woke up as normal sopping wet. After three months it was all getting too much and I was severely depressed not wanting to do much or go anywhere. Then it happened, the one thing I was positive would never happen, Saturday morning I fell asleep in front of the TV and, wearing only a pair of cotton briefs under my P.E. shorts, peed myself and soaked the sofa. ~ tbc ~

My name is William. I've lived with Carolina for 2 years now, I have to admit that yeah, I love her! We're not married yet! We've talked and talked about it, I'm all for it! Carolina not so much. She has had 7 different dads in her life. There was David. She was the daughter of David and Elinore. She was a year and half old and Elinore divorced David. She married Chuck. Chuck was a cowboy he taught Carolina to ride horses. Chuck lasted 5 years with Elinore and bang they were divorced! Then Elinore married Robert. Robert was a Firefighter/ Paramedic. Elinore met Robert when her car was hit by another car. Robert worked 24 hours on 48 hours off. Soon Elinore tired of Robert being gone 24 hours when he worked his shift. They lasted 9 months. Then Elinore married Frank, his real name was Francis, but he went by Frank. They lasted 4 years Frank was hit and killed by a drunk driver. He drove a delivery van. The only marrage her mother had that didn't end in divorce. Then Roger, Roger was a player and screwed anything that would let him screw him. It didn't matter Male or Female he liked them both. They lasted 3 months. Elinore got the clap from Roger, bye, bye Roger! Then there was Marty, he tried to molest Carolina. That marrage lasted 2 months. Even Carolina was glad to see him go! Last but not least was Delbert. He was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Carolina referred to him as Delbert Dumbshit. He was nice enough and he didn't attempt to do anything to Carolina. He wasnt a player, of course Carolina would tell you it was because he was so dumb that, he couldn't juggle two woman. He couldn't count that high! Carolina didn't see the need for marriage. The way she was raised, marriage wasn't importan! I knew she loved me being in a loving relationship was new to her, she had never seen much of one growing up. I was happy just to live with her. Of course my parents were so religious that their poo, didnt stink! They disowned me because I was living in sin with a woman. I didn't lie to them when they asked me if we were having sex? I told them "Hell yeah!" I considered myself lucky to be dating a girl like Carolina! We had been together about two years give or take a month. I was swimming in our pool the water was pretty warm. I was alone in the pool so I just let my urine flow. As I was pissing I thought, "Wait a minute, we don't have a pool! I awoke in my bed and it was wet! I had wet the bed. Dammit! I thought. "Carolina you awake?" I asked. "What you need"she asked. "Uhm, I've had an accident!" She helped me get the sheets pulled off the bed and we loaded the washer, with my wet sheets and pajamas. I was embarrassed! I'm almost 28 years old. Carolina gave me a kiss don't worry I had my share of accidents when I was younger. Without sheets my side of the bed had a round circle of urine. When it dried it became a golden hue! Still knowing that I had wet my bed, it wasn't much of a consolation knowing Carolina had a few accidents

I grew up in the 1960's and 1970's a time that people still believed in the American Dream, where you gave an Honest days work and you got an Honest days pay for it. You bought things like a house, vehicle, with what you earned. You found a young woman and you got married had 2.3 kids, a dog. You get the picture! I had been raised by my parents to believe that way! I never went to college. I got a job about 4 months after graduation from high school. I was able to secure a job about 3 towns over that would of put it at about 45 or 50 miles from wherel l was raised. Not far from home. Taggart was the name of the town I moved to, not a big town. Had 2265 people compare that to the town of Safe Haven where I came from at whopping 878 people. Taggart had a lumber mill. My job was making Particle Board. I put sawdust and small chuncks of wood in a press. Glue was added then every thing was pressed together it was heated so the glue would dry and 8 hours later the form was opened and you had a 6 foot by 3 foot Board that was stacked and moved to cure in huge stacks for liked a month then shipped out to everywhere in the USA. Now like I said I bought a house, got me the pickup of my dreams. I was looking for Mrs. Right, to have that 2.3 kids with. Things were great, life was good. I had been out of school for 10 years I was now 28 years old still not married. One day I showed up to work 7am went to go inside. The gate to the Sawmill was closed, still locked. Sam must be late. We all agreed we waited, and waited! Where the hell was Sam? A car pulled up and it was a nice Cadi Deville, silver in color. A guy got out he was in a nice suit. "You can all go home the plants closed!" "Closed?" We all asked? "Were going automated, machines that can do the work of 6 of you, if you know anything about computers." Computers? I've never seen a computer, for real. They were huge monstrosity that I had seen on TV that you stuck little cards with holes in them and they did what the little card with holes told them what to do. I was without a job. I was given a severance package. Two months pay. I was able to sell my house at a loss. I at least owned my pickup truck. Mom talked me into moving back to Safe Haven. I felt a complete failure. I was 28 years old no job. No house of my own. The girls my age in Safe Haven were all married, they were having their 2.3 children. To say I was depressed, I guess thats what they would call it. Depression! I lost interest in life. Oh I never felt like offing myself I was never suicidal. Just depressed. My neighbors house sold. Mrs. McKenna had passed on heck I thought she was old when I was a kid! Truthfully she was almost a 100 when she died. 98 years old. Anyway their was a lady about mom's age that moved in she had I assumed a daughter about 3 or 4 years younger than I was! Cute as hell! Huge knockers! I wanted to get to know the daughter better. But in my position I was poor, I couldn't even take her to the local cafe. I was getting about $150 a week unemployment that payed my insurance and got me gas for my truck. I could go work as farmer somewhere in town for about the same amount. Farming wasn't my cup of tea. Dad had killed himself, working his butt off from sunrise to sunset, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Not my idea of fun! I was just existing, I was putting in applications everywhere! Nobody would hire me. I was overly qualified or not enough experience. Story of my life. Mom came to me one day and said that "Mrs. Perkins wanted to talk to me." "Who is Mrs. Perkins?" I asked? "Our new neighbor!" My mother said. Oh the lady with the daughter, with the huge knockers I thought to myself, very beautiful daughter! "What do they want, a handyman, chauffeur, butler what?" Thinking what I had to offer them. "Babysitter" my mom said.

May, 1937 Fiction by Angela Bauer As told to her by her loving husband, Don Davis In mid-June I would turn five. Since September 1936 I had been a child actor on network radio broadcast from New York City. Being on radio was fun, but there were also disadvantages. I was discovered while I was reading a story to other kids in my Kindergarten class. The advertising agency lady picked me because I could read and yet my voice sounded like an ordinary four-year-old. Then I was proud of having been toilet trained since I could remember. The primary downside for child actors was that we were required to wear diapers in the studio during performances and rehearsals. It was explained that because we performed live, it would not be possible to take potty breaks. Mind you this was a long time before disposable diapers were common, practical or even had factory-installed sticky tapes. At least in 1936 the revolutionary PlayTex stretchy latex baby pants were available from a single department store in New York City. We already had some of those because I needed diapers for bed. The washable diapers did improve during the 1930’s. Mine were the classic Curity rectangular 21x40” flat gauze diapers held in place with special “diaper” safety pins. My nanny was an expert at folding my diapers to fit me correctly for any situation. For bed she would fold two diapers together. For days she only used a single diaper so she changed those more often every two hours or less. Since the wet or soiled diapers needed to be taken home, diaper bags then were huge. Before I was discovered I did not think about toilet use. When I felt the need to go I went to a toilet. At school there were boy and girl restrooms connected to the classrooms. We did not need to ask permission. We just left our seat quietly, went to the toilet, did our thing and returned to our desks. I was not ashamed about wearing a diaper while on radio. The studio audience could not see the diapers inside our clothing. At the studio our restrooms were private from the audience. Over the first months I was hired for an increasing number of radio shows. Frequently I would be at the studio for many hours. If I was waiting between rehearsals or performances I would tell my Nanny that I needed a toilet. She would take me to the restroom where in private she would remove my diaper. I would then use the toilet as if I had simply lowered ordinary underpants. Once I finished and had cleaned myself my nanny would diaper me again. However, if I was in a rehearsal or performance I just used my diaper both to pee and to poop. At first my diaper was removed before the trip home and I was not diapered until I got to the studio. Then one time after several hours at the studio on the way home I felt the need to pee. I did pee, but since I was not wearing a diaper my trousers, underpants and the car seat got wet. I wasn’t spanked or scolded for wetting my pants, but the next day I was diapered at home before we left for the studio. I remained diapered until we returned home. The following week when I felt the need for a toilet my nanny told me to use my diaper and to only ask for a diaper change when doing so would be convenient. Of course at home I would forget I was not diapered. As a result I often wet my pants while awake and my bed while sleeping. Nanny must have spoken to my mother about the accidents and wet beds. One day after we got home Nanny told me I would remain diapered for the afternoon and for bed. I protested to my mother as soon as she got home from work. Instead of being sympathetic, my mother told me that if I refused to wear diapers at home I could no longer be an actor. I thought about that for several minutes before I told my mother I enjoyed acting so much that I would put up with wearing diapers at home and for the trips. What surprised me was that my mother asked my nanny to remove my diaper. Once my bottom was bare my mother put me over her lap and gave me the hardest spanking of my life up to then. She told me she spanked me for being an ungrateful brat. During April 1937 my work on radio slowed down. After a couple of days without work I no longer wet my bed. My mother told my nanny while I was in the room to not diaper me routinely and to go back to the old way. I did not have a wetting accident while asleep or while awake. I had a couple of radio jobs for which I was only diapered after getting to the studio. I would remain diapered until we got home. That seemed fair to me. Early in May 1937 I had a rehearsal and a performance on a Friday. I wet my diaper during the drive home, so I had to wear the wet diaper for about a half hour. At home Nanny removed the wet diaper. I used the toilet and put on underpants immediately. Saturday before lunch we had to go to a radio station. I was not diapered for the short trip. I just managed to reach a toilet before my bladder let go. Nanny was waiting with a diaper once I finished using the toilet. That evening I was sleepy before the drive home so I wore a diaper without protest. At home mother told me she had decided to return me to diapers full-time. I did not think I deserved to be diapered. My mother considered that I had thrown a tantrum, so she spanked me harder than usual. Then Nanny diapered me. Not wanting more spankings, I stopped complaining about being diapered. I also no longer asked to use toilets. Even my mother, who seldom changed my diapers, could tell when I needed changing. I was not in the least embarrassed about using the diapers I was required to wear. Friends about my age who were not actors were surprised I accepted being diapered. Those who visited our large apartment knew about the over-sized changing table and diaper pail in my room. Nanny never bothered to close my door when changing me. At the radio studios of all the networks the restrooms for child performers all had changing tables and cubbies for storage of diaper bags. Away from home and studios Nanny took me to ladies’ rooms. None of those had changing tables large enough for me even when I was only four. Most had no changing table. Nanny was ingenious and made do. Long before I was on radio I knew better than to squirm or wriggle during a diaper change. Nanny had unlimited authority to spank me if I failed to cooperate while being diapered.