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Well, I dont think I did this when I first joined, so I might as well now. Hello, I am giantessman or Gman I guess. I dont like to use my real name as I am still very shy about this part of me. I learned I was into diapers around the age of 12 or 13 when I took my little sister's pull-ups and diapers. I don't really wear anymore but I mainly roleplay and make stories with my other fetish, size play (that's giant people and shrinking for those who dont know). So honestly I am still exploring this and would love to talk or get to know people. I have posted a few things on threads and made roleplay ads. Feel free to reach out here or in the chat or personal messages. Cant wait to hear from people.

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.

Monday June the 6th at 8:30 am. The receptionist for Doctor Lewis said. Great I thought I have to take 2 more hours off of work. I work as a Physical Trainer at the gym. I'm about 6 foot 1, 245 pounds I have muscles in all the right places. I'm 24 years old. Dark hair, I could probably have any girl I want, except for one reason at 24 years old, the reason I'm seeing Doctor Lewis is because at 24 I'm stil a bedwetter! Dr. Lisa Lewis is a Urologist. My brother Gary was a bedwetter as well he came here and found out that he wasn't producing very much diuretic Horemone. He doesn't wet his bed anymore after getting what he needed. They ran the tests and in about 3 weeks I hope to be umung the dry sleepers like Gary. I carry on doing my job, I wonder what these people that I work with would think if they knew I still wet my bed? I mean I'm built but I can't hold my pee at night. I'm strong but weak. 3 weeks later I'm back at Doctor Lewis's Office. I'm sitting there and a girl comes out she is crying, wonder what happened? I offer her my handkerchief. "Thank you!" She says. She sits and wipes her eyes with my handkerchief. "Is everything okay?" I ask? "No, Doctor Lewis said she couldn't help me." She said. "What's the matter, why can't she help you?" The lady blushed "Uhh, she can't help me, stop." "Stop what," I asked forgetting that Doctor Lewis specializes in bedwetting. The girl blushed an even deeper shade of red. "She can't help me stop..... wetting my bed." "She told me that, it isn't the Horemone thing. My bladder is big enough she said medically there is no reason why I still wet my bed, I'm 23 years old!" "I'm 24, I still do to!" "Greg Spencer!" They called my name. "The Doctor will see you now!" "My turn" I said now dreading the trip. Dr. Lisa Lewis met me. We went into an exam room. "Greg I have run the tests and frankly there isn't much I can do to help you unlike your brother you produce diuretic Horemones, your bladder is structurally sound. I can't find a single reason why you would still be wetting your bed. I know knowing that doesn't mean you don't. But still there is nothing I can do to help you!" Now I know how that woman felt in the waiting room, I felt like someone had just kicked me in the guts. I walked out and the lady was still sitting there. "I still have your hankie! Doesnt look like you had much more luck than me!" "No, your right. I didn't ." "Sorry, I'm Rachel and your?" "Greg Spencer!" "That's right, I did hear them call your name. I'm Rachel Baker by the way! You want to grab some brunch!" "Sounds like a great idea, I don't want to be left alone for a while!" "Neither do I said Rachel!" We went to IHOP which was close to the medical center.