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Three Strikes and you are IN.docx Three Strikes and you are IN 1: The Beginning How did I allow myself to get to this place was still a mystery to me? Here I was, sitting in a court room about to come before a judge and face the consequences of a recently passed law, something to deal with repeat offenders without overtaxing the already overflowing prison community. But first, a bit more about me. I am a young business person, just a few years out of college, with a small apartment, a decent but older car, and of course a huge educational debt to pay off. I have a business degree from a decent university so landed a fairly good job as a sales guy at a medical tech group. I get to visit doctors and clinics on a regular basis to follow up on any of their needs with regard to the line of products we offer. Of course, I like to get out in the evening, and do like to chase the girls a bit as well, but choose to stay unattached at least for the time being. Back to my problem. It started as a bit of arrogance on my part, with a few parking tickets piling up that I ignored and didn’t pay. That and a few bad checks that I had written one month when I was not watching my bank funds well and forgot I had bills due but instead went out a few too many nights and wasted my funds on fun. Worse yet, one of the companies, the group that held my apartment mortgage, forced the bank to involve the police who paid me a visit with a citation due to the amount of the bounced check. Of course, I made it good within a couple of weeks and paid the fee at the bank, but it was still now on my record. The final issue that cooked my goose as they say, was on a Saturday morning when I was going for a drive into the country, and passed a trooper pulled over to the side with his lights on. Unfortunately, I didn’t move over into the center lane, and shortly thereafter another cop was behind me with his lights on pulling me over. As he was giving me a lecture about the “safety hazard” of me not moving over for an emergency vehicle on the side of the road he said he was writing me a ticket as well, and asked for my documents. He went back to his car to do his work, and as he was returning another patrol car pulled up in front of me and the couple officers approached me telling me to get out of my car as I was under arrest? The first officer explained to me that as he processed my documents, several citations came up that were not resolved. He pointed out that the parking tickets not paid brought up a mandatory court appearance that was not attended, and I have another upcoming on the bounced checks issue, and now this ticket, so I was being arrested to ensure that I would be before a judge and here I was now seated in a court room waiting for my name to be called. The judge was having a busy morning, and I sat listening to several cases, with what I considered harsh penalties being issued by this no-nonsense lady judge. One case involved a couple of teen age girls caught shoplifting, but only their first offense. The outcome was that they would work for the store doing cleanup work for a months’ worth of weekends, and were admonished not to get into any more trouble or it will be worse. Another involved a young guy, a few years younger than me who was in a bar room fight resulting in a fair amount of damage done to the bar. His sentence involved paying what he could in damage, and washing dishes and waiting tables every night for four weeks at this same bar. Again, his first offense. 2: The Sentence Now it was my turn, and as I stood in front of this judge, I became worried that I would be in a fair amount of trouble, but had no idea of what I would have to deal with. She started by telling me that it appears I have no respect for the law, as I continue to ignore the rules. She went on to say that I needed to learn a lesson as I had a promising career ahead of me, but only if I followed the rules of society going forward. She pointed out that the laws I broke were not felonies, but failure to respect the court and ignore the outcomes from these was serious, and had to be dealt with. She went on to say that ordinarily I would face a serious fine and some jail time, but a recent law has given her another option that may work well to bring me down a few notches and gain some respect for others in society. She went on to say that she was going to sentence me to 1 year in a new program that may do this, avoiding jail at least in the building sense of the word, but still a confinement of sorts. The program was called, EC or external confinement and I had no choice in the matter as she did not want me adding to the jail space problems, and I was the perfect candidate for this new program which seemed to be producing very good results. She left me with a firm warning, that any further involvement with the law would lead to a much harsher confinement, so I better tow the line and follow the rule of this program or else! With that I was released to the deputies to be transported to a facility nearby to be initiated into this program, which I would be involved with for the 12-month sentence. 3: The Program Upon arrival, I was escorted into a holding area, and told to take all my clothes off and put a bright colored jump suite on that was provided. It was interesting in that the pants were separate from the long top, but were quite loose on me held up by a draw string. After getting dressed, I was ushered into what was a small office space it seemed, but I had to sit in a hard chair and wait on the administrator who was to start my initiation off with a short lecture on what was to happen and what was expected of me. After a short time, a middle-aged lady who seemed to be dressed in medical scrubs stepped into the room and sat behind the desk there. She introduced herself as Dr Maybery and said she was in charge of my case. She opened a file which seemed to have my records in it, and started to quickly go over them. After a few moments, she looked up at me and started to speak. Mr. Dowens, it appears that you have a long record of ignoring the law, which has put you here and into my program for the next 12 months. I hope after that period you gain a much better perspective of yourself, and have much more respect for authority. You will soon understand that I am not one to take lightly, as I have the authority to make your time with me much less comfortable than it will be as it is, so I advise you to listen closely and do not break any of the rules. Now than, I shall start to outline what this program entails, and what you will soon be dealing with. As you have been told, this is called the EC program, which stands for external confinement. This is designed to confine you but not in the typical fashion behind bars, but none the less, still confined. We do that with some electronics and a bit of outpatient surgery, something that can only be overcome at this same location when your period is completed. I am sure I have your attention now, don’t I? You are wondering what type of confinement is this, and I can now tell you that you will be rendered urinary incontinent by placing a permeant stent into your urethra that can’t be removed without a special device we use, and will require you to be constantly diapered (confined). In addition, we will inject a small electronic chip into your hip, that will signal another electronic device imbedded in the waterproof panties that you will require to ensure that these are in place all the time, and have tracking capabilities to ensure compliance. To say I was astounded was an understatement. I was left speechless for a time, finally saying that this can’t be legal. I was advised, that indeed it is as it is not a lifetime sentence, but rather for the period specified, and is not only a tracker, but also a substantial deterrent to curb my lifestyle a bit. This confinement was meant to be failsafe, as well as causing me to constantly be aware of my punishment for disrespecting the rule of law. I was to stay out of bars and nightclubs, and away from any other altercations of the law even parking tickets to complete this program. I was to check in with this office on a bi weekly basis to insure I was not having any problems, and any failures would result in my program conditions becoming less tolerable. 4: The Procedure From this point, Dr Maybery called on one of her assistants and told her to take me to the surgical suite and prepare me for the procedures. I was full of questions, but told we would talk again latter after the procedure was completed. This assistant who appeared to be a nurse as well, brought me to another room, which seemed to be a clinic procedure room. It was equipped with an exam table which I was told to get up on and lay back and stay calm. As I did lay down, I was not very calm and this young nurse advised me that this would be much easier is I could remain calm, but still did administer a shot which I was told was to keep me calm. Soon after, I was quite calmed down. The nurse explained what was going to happen, adding that I would be given something to deaden my private part so the insertion of the stent would not be painful. I was also told that all my pubic hair would be removed prior to this procedure, as it would be best going forward for hygiene purposes. I was advised that for today, this would be removed by shaving, but going forward it was recommended to have laser hair removal to avoid the discomfort of hair regrowth. My young nurse proceeded to remove my adult hair quickly and soon after another person joined us in this procedure room. This person was introduced as Dr Whitmore, who will be installing the shunt I was told about. He quickly applied a topical anesthesia to my private part and started to explain what he was going to do. He showed me a shiny tube with a few bends in it and a very nasty looking end part, that looked like a barbed hook. He explained that this is the part that prevented removal without the special device he had to compress these barbs during removal. He went on to say that any attempt to remove this would damage my private part severely. He advised the nurse to gather my first incontinence package and place the diaper under me as once the shunt was in, I would need it. She did and returned with what I thought to be a very large cloth diaper that had a Velcro closing affixed to the sides. She also brought some large vinal waterproof pants and another small package with a hypo sealed within it which contained the matching electronic chip that would be put into me. Dr Whitmore thanked the nurse, took the hypo out of the pouch and was about to poke me with it in my hip where it would match up with the chip in my soon be to plastic pants but I reacted suddenly to this by moving my hands to stop him. He set his instrument down and advised the nurse to restrain my hands now, which she was able to do with his help. As I lay there with my hands secured to the examine table, the Dr poked me with the hypo, and soon announced that now I was chipped, and the first part of the procedure was done. He then pinched my private part, and since I didn’t jump, added that it was time for the next part. He picked up the shiny tube and some tools he had, added some liquid to the front of the assembly and started to slide this thing into my private part, changing my life for the foreseeable future. As it slid in, he told me that if I was a good boy, this was all that needed to be done by him other than to check it on occasion, but if I continued to break the rules, advised that he could do things with my other side that were much more uncomfortable than this would be. I thought this could get no worse, but this additional part seemed dreadful. At last, he had this tube well into me and as he removed his tool, I started to dribble into the cloth diaper below me, the first of many wettings to come I was to learn. He at this point mentioned that his work was completed, and advised the nurse to bring my case worker back into the room. 5: living with Diapers As soon as she arrived, the Dr left with a smile on his face adding, another happy client to deal with, looking at my case worker. To be sure, I was anything but happy at this point. Dr Mayberry, my case worker and the nurse which was assisting through this whole process were left alone with me. Dr Mayberry told me that I have been rendered incontinent now and I would have to learn how to deal with it which is the next part of this session, so I was to watch and listen carefully to avoid further added burdens as she put it. She went on to explain that I will be given a package of protective materials each week, and depending on my attitude and responsibility in the last week, will determine what will be in the package. She went on to explain that the diapers I will be provided are all cloth, but will be of various construction and thickness. The waterproof pants also fall into this category, some of which are quite thin and quiet, and others are much thicker and very noisy to wear. Depending on my response to the program will dictate what will be delivered to me for use. She then went on to explain that the diapers are all used in the same fashion as what lay beneath me now, and with that the nurse went about illustrating how to pull it up for a good fit and attach the Velcro closings to hold it in place. This was repeated several times with the nurse taking the diaper open, and allowing me to position it and close it until I was comfortable doing it. During this period, I started to feel the wetness, something I was not happy for but knew it would be my new normal. At this point, my client worker produced the large vinyl waterproof pants that I would be wearing to start with, a light pink translucent material with nursery figures on it as well. This was pulled over my legs and I had to pull it up over my cloth diapers several times, to get a feel for how it had to fit over all the cloth to keep my clothes dry. It was explained that this was a typical night version of these, and if I was in good standing, the day version would be a thin stretchy version that was whisper quiet, but if not, it would be bulky and noisy. I was told at this time, that it was time to get up and get dressed for transport home, and was given my clothes less my underwear. While my shirt and socks fit well for the most part, my pants were stretched to the limit to fit over my new underwear. I was told to shop for larger pants with more stretch ASAP as needed some different bottoms to fit over my protection going forward. In addition, I was given a package with multiple diapers and waterproof pants in it, and told that when I was dropped off, I would be also given several storage bins for used protection, something that would be exchanged on a regular basis for laundering by the firm supplying my supplies. I was told that these bins which had wheels on one end, would need to be placed at the front of my house on pickup days, and would be replaced with empty ones that I needed to take in similar to a recycle collection day. It was also explained how many diapers and waterproof pants were in this first package. To start with, for the week I would get 7 of the large overnight diapers and heavy pants, and 18 of the daily diapers and 7 of the daytime waterproof panties. The daily diapers were of the high absorbency but thin diapers, while the night diapers were the triple thick standard absorbency style. The diapers were to be changed when I got up in the morning, mid-day, and in the evening prior to bed. I had 4 extra changes for the day but did not need to use all of them in a week, as they could carry over. The catch was that the change time, when the waterproof panties could be removed, was only 7 minutes twice a day, and 21 minutes once a day for bathing. I could use the 4 extra 7 minute changes anytime within the week or carry over some into following weeks if not used, and advised to carry over as many as possible in the case that I was rendered incontinent at the back door as well if further punishments were needed. The point being, wearing messy diapers for any period of time was a real punishment, so having extra changes for this was a plus. 6: Learning the Rules At this point, we discussed what would mandate further punishment. The most common I was advised was exceeding the time limits for changes. This was broken into a min and max violation, the min being an overtime of 15% or 1 minute or less and anything above that considered a maximum overtime. Other punishments were added for things like bad manners to another person that was reported, tardy behavior at work or for appointments, or many other forms of what is considered disrespect. Of course, any law broken no matter how minor was very serious. The amounts and severity of these poor behaviors would be discussed at my next appointment with my case worker. The punishment would be determined following, and could affect my next allotment of protection or in worst case, I would be back for further treatments. In addition, my sentence could be extended as well. So, with this information taken, the nurse brought me out to the discharge area, and followed with this paperwork, as well as bringing me my first week of protection packages which included all the diapers, waterproof diaper pants, and supply’s I would need to start my punishment and cover me for the first week. She also explained that if I opted for the laser hair removal which was strongly recommended, that there was a contact number in the package and I should call that number to set up the first session in the near future. They had the equipment at that location to disable the sensors long enough to do a session prior to adding back my protection package. With all this information and my large package, I was sent on my way out of the office to meet a driver with a van that would take me home and deliver the rest of my supply’s. I was already focused on my wet diaper even after an hour and half, and looking forward to the next change opportunity. 7: Learning to live in Diapers As it was about mid-day, I was very concerned about arriving at my apartment complex and running into someone who I knew. As it turned out, I did see my complex manager but she simply said hi, and said in passing, looks like you have been shopping? I smiled and just said, yes you could say that. My driver helped bring all my packages into my apartment, and bid me good luck as he left. I felt a sigh of relief that I had gotten back without any confrontation, but was worried about that being the case going forward, as the diaper was certainly bigger as it became wetter. I started to unpack all my new goodies, including the several large fancy diaper containers, one for the cloth diapers and the other for the plastic pants as indicated on the packages. I found a spot in my bathroom for these. I started to take out the other supplies, a box of powders, paste to prevent rash, and cases of wipes that I would need in addition to an interesting back pack that I would need to hold my daily supplies when out of house. Thank goodness it was very plain, but I was to learn latter on that one of the additional punishments was a very not so plain diaper bag to use. I had to find space to store the different diapers and plastic pants which took up far more area than anticipated. With this accomplished, I looked into my closet to find some pants that I could use that did the best job hiding my much larger behind. I found my sweat pants which worked well, but only one other pair of larger dress pants that were reasonable, so decided I would need to do some shopping latter in the afternoon. I had a late lunch, made my first daytime diaper change of my quite wet first diaper which was really starting to bother me, and picked out one of the quite daytime PUL waterproof covers, and dressed in my jogging pants for a shopping excursion. I made the change in good time, only using about 5 of the allocated 7 minutes for the daytime changes, but really didn’t do much cleaning or diaper prep, as it was my first change. I would learn latter that the use of powder and rash cream was important and used up all those 7 minutes, and more if I was not careful. Dressing in my casual clothes made me feel a lot more at ease, and I headed out to my car and drove to the nearest mall to do some shopping. Since I didn’t plan to be out much, I did not bring my diaper bag, something that also became a rarity going forward. I found my favorite clothing shop and picked out some different styles of work slacks, some larger than my typical size and with some elastic in the waist. I tried several for size over my current protection package and was hopeful that these would keep my situation private from most observers. I also grabbed a couple of even larger just in case things changed if I got in trouble. The shopping distracted me a bit, but soon I was again aware of my damp and soon to be wet diaper which was only 1/3 of the way to being changed. It also dawned on me that I needed to get my pooping on a predictable schedule in the early morning so I could do it in the toilet at home prior to my morning shower time so I found some overnight laxatives I wanted to try. I also stopped for a few groceries, and at a liquor store for a bunch of beer for my apartment, as I was not planning to be going to the local bars in the near future. My shopping a success, I headed for home as I was really getting anxious about my now more than wet diaper, but as I was about to learn, that was going to be my norm by the time the change cycle was up. When I got home, I unpacked my shopping and put my things away. I grabbed a beer and started thinking about something to eat, and decided on a light meal, but really went after the beer, feeling a bit sorry for my self and worrying about my situation, and how I would be able to tolerate it with work and my personal life taking the brunt of this enforced sentence I received in lieu of jail time. Eventually I got myself ready for bed changing into the very thick night time protection, taking my overnight laxative and falling into bed. The next morning, I awoke to a really soaked morning diaper, and a strong urge to poop. I struggled out of bed, heading for the bathroom, and just in time got my soaked diaper off and hopped onto my toilet for relief which was soon to be had. I wasted little time as new the clock was running and I had to have a shower and get diapered up for the day. As I hurried in the shower, I noticed I was dripping on a regular basis and had to take precautions when leaving the shower to prevent making a mess on my floor. I kept my towel close after getting out of the shower and prepared to get myself properly protected. This time, I did take the time to add the butt paste to avoid any rash, as well as powder prior to closing the diaper. I noticed that my denuded area was a bit red yet, probably a reaction to the solution used on my after my procedure, and thought about what would happen when my hair started to grow back. I decided at that moment to contact the person I was told of to do a permanent removal at first opportunity I was able to get back into my plastic panties in plenty of time this morning, as my morning dump and shower went very quickly. 8: Learning to Work in Diapers As I got dressed for work, I thought about what I needed to pack in my diaper backpack for mid-day change. I picked up the bare essentials and added some powder and past as well on second thought, as well as the plastic bag for my wet diaper, and headed for breakfast. When I got to work, I went to my office spot and settled in for the day. As I was going over some of the calls I would be making, my boss, MS Ashford, stopped by to say hello and asked me how my court appearance went a couple days ago. I was not sure how truthful I should be but was determined not to lie to my boss. So I told her that I was sentenced to an alternative program in lieu of any jail confinement, She of course asked if that was something that would limit my capabilities for my job, and I answered not that I know at this time. She was happy with my answer, and said maybe at a latter time, we can talk a bit more about it and to have a great day. She had no idea that I was wearing some of the same things that we sold to a few of our clients, and I was not about to expound on that topic. The day went about as expected. I was happy for my lunch hour and went out to a small take away shop where I could use a private bathroom to change my soaked diaper. I did get it off, used the wipes provided, and added the paste and powder and attached the new DRY diaper in the allotted time. I war really looking forward to a short time in a dry diaper again, and had a nice sandwich and coffee for lunch. As the day went on, I had another issue to worry about, and that was a feeling of a pending bowl movement, possibly something from my lunch or something left over from my evening laxative. By 4PM I was getting desperate, and desperate, and by the time I packed up my office, and was getting ready to head for my car, it was about to happen as I had no extra changes with me, so couldn’t even get into a bathroom at work, had to hang on till I was home. As I was leaving, my boss met me in the hall, and reminded me of an appointment I had tomorrow with a big client, and I almost lost it in front of her. I was a bit fidgety, and she commented on it, but I just said I was in a hurry to get somewhere, and she apologized and bid me good evening. As I hurried to my car, I could no longer hold it and proceeded to mess my already very wet diaper. While it was not a large void, it was a stinky mess and I could already smell myself. I gingerly sat down in my car and proceeded to drive home stewing in my mess. Lucky for me, I was able to get into my apartment without anyone talking to me, and was happy for that. Straight away, I went into my bathroom, and started to get changed. I was glad the protective gear kept everything inside, but could detect a slight odor on my pants, so they had to go straight into the wash as well. By the time I got myself changed and used the wipes to get as clean as possible, get the butt past back on and into a clean diaper, I had exceeded my time allotment by a couple minutes and knew I would hear about this. I had the rest of the night to worry about this, making a dinner again for myself, having more than a few beers worrying about my circumstances, and deciding to take another overnight laxative but be more careful about what I choose for lunch the next day to avoid a repeat of today. 9: The morning after my first messy one When I awoke the next morning, I was really swimming in my diaper probably as a result of all the beers I had that previous night. I did have a slight feeling of an impending bowl movement, but decided to have my coffee and breakfast prior to doing my morning routine in hopes it would be timelier. Sitting in a drenched diaper for breakfast was interesting, but hoped it was worth it in the long run, to get my system to work on the schedule I had planned. I was thinking about contacting the number given me for my private hair removal and noticed a msg from my client manager, Dr Mayberry to stop in to see her today, as she was checking up on my progress. I texted back that I could see her late afternoon, and soon saw a replay that this would be fine. I did find the number for the other lady I was thinking of and called her to set up a time for the first try at permanent hair removal. I was able to get my first apt for the following week, and others would be arranged at that visit based on my schedule. By now, it was getting late and I had to get into the shower, and get ready for my busy day. I still didn’t feel the urge but decided to shower first, and attempt a dump after. As I had the longer time, I was sure this should work especially with the coffee working for me. As I finished the shower, I went to the toilet and tried in vain to empty with little success at first. As I pushed harder, it seemed like it was happening, but with little success. Finally, it happened, and I was glad as I finished up my clean up, but became aware of the time at this stage and started to panic as I was about out of time. I rushed to apply the paste, powder, and diaper, but by the time my plastic pants were on, I was over a couple of minutes again. Not good as this was the second time in a couple of days this happened. I was to learn latter this day what that resulted in! As I packed my diaper backpack for the day, I worried that I would have another bout of laxative similar to what occurred yesterday, but understood that there was very little I could do about it if it did happen. I headed for my car, and off to the office for a short time prior to my sales call at our important client. I saw my boss as I was going to my office space and she wished me luck with my upcoming client visit, a large Dr’s office group, where we do lots of supply business. As I finished up my office emails, I headed off to see this client, and was happy to get my mind off of my personal issues. My visit went well, and even included taking some of this office staff out to lunch. I was able to excuse myself just after ordering a desert course, and grabbed my backpack and went off to the bathroom to change my already soaked diaper. It was a bit awkward taking my bag with me but I mentioned I needed to check my tablet for something, which was also in my bag. I did manage the change, and returned to my clients, shortly to leave the restaurant and head back to their offices. My call was a success and I scored a very large supply order as a result, including some new devices we were offering to monitor blood sugar as well as pressure and pulse. Some new compact tech stuff that should be a great success we hoped. After heading back to my office for the remainder of the afternoon, I thought about my upcoming visit to my personal client administrator. I was planning on asking about a change from the cloth diapers during the day to the more discrete and absorbent disposables, so I was anxious to see Dr Mayberry again. My boss stopped in latter in the day again and congratulated me on the successful client visit and large sale, and told me to take the rest of the day off, so I left a bit early which worked out great for my pending visit to my correctional clinic. 10: First Follow Up with Case Worker I arrived there a bit early as a result and was waiting in reception for only a short while until I was called back. Dr Mayberry asked how I was getting along with my “confinement” and I mentioned my desire to change to the disposable protection during the day. She raised her eyes at this suggestion, and began to chastise me telling me I did not understand what my sentence entailed apparently, if I would ask such a thing. She pointed out that the cloth diapers were used to assure that the patient could constantly feel his shame in wetting himself without any control, The fact that they always felt wet was a big part of the punishment and I needed to accept that. I lowered my head looking down at the floor as she continued. She said she also saw that I contacted the clinic for laser hair removal which was a very good thing as after mine started to grow back, it was not good and often resulted in a rash even with the liberal use of the diaper paste. I mentioned that I had my first visit set for next week, which she already knew about. Now than, she went on, we have some other business to attend to as well. I saw that you were late getting your protection back in place on two subsequent days now, and that is not good. I explained about the issues with using a laxative to control my bowl movements, and she simply said that is not her concern, and these things happen on occasion, but if you don’t follow the rules, a more serious punishment is to remove your bowl control entirely for a period of time, and you won’t have to worry about laxatives or voiding schedules any longer. I thought back to what the first Dr told me when he did my procedure, and remembered what he said as well. I said at this point, that I will pay more attention to my time limits going forward as don’t want to have to deal with fecal incontinence in addition to what I have now! Dr Mayberry said remember that going forward and be more cautious, but we still have to deal with your first mistakes. To this end, your protection package is now changing. Your daily diapers will change from the thinner absorbent core design to an all-cloth version with a soaker pad center. In addition, your waterproof panties will change from the quiet and thin PUL to a more traditional thicker vinyl version, which will be much more noticeable, especially when you have been wet for a few hours and your diaper swells up as it will. The point of this is it will now be more difficult to hide your diapers from others, so you better come up with some good explanations as you will be certainly be noticeable especially just prior to changes. Keep in mind, this is only the second step in this program, and there are several more if you continue to make mistakes that you could be faced with. Also, I noticed from the data we collect off the chips in your plastic panties, that you have been soaked most mornings, so I have increased your night time diaper thickness as well to avoid any leaks. Think about this the next morning you wake up wearing these as they are next step in daytime protection as well if you keep making mistakes. Your new protection was delivered and will be waiting for you on your return home. Be sure to package up the remaining unused products and put those out with the used product for pickup in the morning. Keep in mind, we keep track of what was used and what was delivered so don’t try to cheat by keeping some of your existing product as it won’t work. You are expected to use the newer products starting tonight! 11: Dealing with Changes I was not a very happy camper as I left this appointment, especially when I got home and found the new packages of supplies on my door step, along with a couple of new containers for the now larger used diapers. I put my supplies away and made some dinner, hoping to keep my mind off my situation. I also hit my beer supply quite heavy again, attempting to drown out my sorrow but that was short lived. Eventually I had to get ready for bed, and found my new night diapers as advertised, a lot bigger to the point I felt like I was sitting on a pillow. I could walk OK but it was with a pronounced waddle it seemed, and I was fearful for the morning and result of a soaked diaper. I did take my overnight laxative as was more worried about not being able to get this task completed in the morning than anything else. I did get to sleep after all the beers without an issue. The following morning, I rolled out of bed expecting the worst, and was not disappointed. My diaper had expanded a lot from its original size, and walking was a real issue as it was no longer soft and cuddly but cool and ridged. It was a bow-legged waddle at best. On the up side, it didn’t feel like I was swimming in it this morning. I knew than that there was no way I could go to work wearing something like this and carry on in my current capacity. I was very concerned about the increase in size of my daytime diapers with the changes made, but glad I went ahead and purchased extra-large pants on my last shopping trip. I re focused my efforts on getting prepared for the day, again had breakfast in my current state including several cups of coffee, hoping to get things moving as they say. As I was running short on time, I headed into the bathroom and proceeded to get onto the toilet again for my hopeful daily dump. I was not disappointed, and was into the shower fairly soon thereafter, which always was the highlight of my day it seemed like. After getting dry, it was time for the “new” daytime protection, which I got into after all the paste and powder was applied with special attention this morning considering the change in diaper materials and concern about more exposure to a rash starting. I found this diaper to be noticeably thicker, but hoped it would be fine with my larger pants. The bigger concern was the different plastic pants. These were not the thin stretchy ones I was used to, but rather big bulky plastic pants that crinkled whenever I walked. I was very worried about how this would go over the course of the day, but packed up my change bag and headed off to work hoping for the best. After arriving at work, I proceeded to my office space, passing several of the office staff along the way. I tried to act as normal as I could, but did notice a couple of the secretaries turn to look at me as I walked past, with a strange look on their face. Another of the staff stopped me and congratulated me for the great sales effort I made a few days ago with our large client and mentioned we should get together some time soon and talk about other clients we have and the approach I was using to be so successful. I agreed but would not commit to a day, and continued on into my workspace. As the morning went on, I got a memo from my boss, setting up a lunch meeting to assess my progress and future with the company, probably due to the large sale effort I just had success with. I was very worried about this time, but decided to head into the bathroom just prior to this meeting to avoid the possibility of my boss noticing my saturated bottom. As with many good plans, this one was about to fail as my boss decided to meet me a bit early to get going sooner than planned and saw me going into the bathroom with my backpack and expanded bottom, and was waiting for me as I came out again, but with my bottom noticeably smaller again even as I was walking back to my work space. I was startled to say the least, when my boss caught my attention, and said she was ready to go to lunch as soon as I was. I quickly stopped at my desk, left my diaper backpack behind and told my boss I was ready, and we walked together out of the office. 12: The Big Reveal We had agreed on a small café near by so walked and talked along the street to get there. As we were seated, my boss said to me, I couldn’t help but notice that when you went into the bathroom just before we left it appeared that you had a well-padded backside, but when you came out things seemed a lot more normal, except for this crinkling sound I am hearing as we walk together. Since this is work time and you are in the office, I have to know what is going on with you? Are you wearing diapers or something?? Is this a prank or are you having medical issues I need to be aware of? I need to know your answer so I know how to address the situation! Our office does not discriminate against anyone with a medical issue, but we have to understand that to deal properly with it and I have not seen anything like this in your file. Sitting there, I felt like my world was imploding around me as I was as embarrassed as could possibly be, and my boss noticed it as well. She added, please don’t take this the wrong way, I just need to understand your situation! So there I was, about to disclose to my boss the situation I had gotten myself into with the justice system over a series of what I thought to be small crimes or misdemeanors but collectively turned into something far worse. As I was explaining this to my boss, she interrupted me and said she didn’t want my life story, only the part about why I was wearing what appeared to be diapers. I jumped ahead in my story, and said that I had ignored several of the criminal complaints, and when I was pulled over for a traffic violation, my record of not appearing popped up and I was arrested and brought before a judge who was planning to have me confined to jail but I was given the opportunity to stay out of jail if I agreed to this alternative form of confinement which was intended to free up jail space. I went on to say that it sounded like it could be quite easy, until I was taken to the procedure clinic, and I was rendered incontinent by means of this tube going into my bladder and needing to wear a diaper and waterproof pants with a chip in it to ensure compliance. As I finally accepted this, at first it wasn’t bad as the diapers were fairly thin, and the pants were quiet and stretchy, but here again, I failed to follow my instructions precisely, and things had gotten a lot worse as of yesterday, so now I am noticeable diapered and there isn’t much I can do about it for the next few weeks other than carefully follow the rules and hope to get back to the more normal wetting protection. 13: Changes at Work My boss was very taken by my story and said that she was feeling bad for challenging me about my current state, but that this was a really crazy story, and she would try to help me deal with it the best we could. For now, she would contact HR, get a note placed into my file indicating my need for protective wear, and ensure that I could not be harassed at work. She was also very interested in the protective wear that I was using, and wanted to know the details of it IE distribution and manufacturing as we did offer a full line of icon products, mainly focused on nursing homes, and Urology practices. I said that I have no idea about where these products come from but can pass along my case worker contact information and she could probably offer more information, after I tell her that we spoke and you have my permission to talk to her about my case and circumstances. We also agreed that for the next week or so, I would limit my client contacts, and my boss suggested that the only places I could go in the foreseeable future would be to those nursing homes, and clinics that deal with incontinence issues on a regular basis. This lunch meeting had gone full circle from her praising me for great sales efforts and potentially expanding my client base to limiting it to places that deal with situations like I find myself in, but in the typical case, not by choice but by accident. By the end of the lunch, my boss was joking that it I became a regular visitor at some of the nursing homes, that the care givers there might be willing to help change my diapers for me? What had I gotten myself into I wondered? From that afternoon on, I was becoming the company DIAPER EXPERT, and was expected to help promote some of the things that I was forced to use, to places that have to help people live with these issues as a result of health issue. I did get InTouch with my case worker and explained the situation about my boss and her interest in the products I was using, and Dr Mayberry agreed to work with her with my blessing, and complemented me on taking the high road about my issues, and that in the next visit, If I was totally in compliance, maybe I could go back to less noticeable daily protection. That was my wish, but I soon found out it was harder to get back to a better situation than to move into a more serious one. My office life started to settle down, and the looks and remarks behind my back all but disappeared when a notice from HR was posted about disabilities and avoiding any comments or the appearance of discrimination towards anyone with any type of disability. My social life on the other hand, mostly ended. After a couple of weeks bound to my desk, I was finally able to start to visit some of the large nursing home businesses. My boss had been in contact with my case worker and had gotten some great contact information for the diaper companies used, and was very interested in the reusable diaper line, including the exchangeable bins. This was very good timing due to the disposal issues with throw away diapers these days. The various waterproof panties were also a great item to offer in the nursing homes, as they could be monitored to ensure that some of the residents did not take them off on their own, as often the case with some causing extra cleanup issues. 14: Personal Changes As for my personal issues, I was still struggling with my bowl issue timing, and over the next few weeks, had several messy accidents to deal with at work. The first one happened prior to lunch one day, and my attempt to clean up after took me over the allotted time again. About a week after that, I had an accident just after lunch, and as I started to smell myself, decided to break the rules and make an extra change mid afternoon as I did not have the night time protection products in my bag and did not want to wear them in the office and waddle home at end of day. That took care of any hopes of getting back to my less noticeable daytime protection, and in fact pushed me into another category. When I tried to explain my situation to my case worker, Dr Mayberry simply shook her head and said she felt for me but rules are rules. She did say that she would forgo the extra-large diapers for the day sticking with this mid-range product that I was using, but I was going to go into heavy duty rubber pants, that would be very hot and hard to walk in. In addition, my change scheduled would be altered, so that my daytime diapers would be on for 8 hr shifts as opposed to the 6hr shift now set up. This meant that I had to be up early to change, and could not change till latter in the evening. It also meant that I would be in wetter diapers for longer time, and the rash cream used was upped to something more in line with this duty. On the plus end if you could say that, these rubber pants were very good at containing odor and smell, and even if I had a messy accident, chances are it could go undetected for several hours. I was also advised to start to take a drug to limit the odor in my stool in case that I do have messy accidents on a regular basis. The other good thing I found out was that as I was well along the process of laser removal of my pubic hair, this should not be a problem either going in this direction. 15: Adapting to New Experiences My office life was starting to pick up again after several months of this, to the point some of the client visits were starting to pay dividends for our company. I had accepted my situation as the diaper salesman, and always came off as a great resource to describe how a particular product worked, its benefits as well as short comings. The reusable diaper business was really taking off by this point, with many many locations switching away from disposables and into this line with all the benefits I could illustrate. I also started to form relationships with some of the staff I called on, and in particular a middle age but very attractive head nurse at one of the nursing homes. She and I seemed to have some real chemistry and after multiple visits over 3-4 months, she agreed to go out with me for a dinner date. It was a great time and Angie and I agreed to do it again sometime soon. But how was I getting along personally? Well, I was almost half way through my sentenced time, and my bi weekly meetings with my case worker were getting predictable now. I was well past the hair removal treatments, and glad of it even as the 45-60 minute sessions I had multiple times allowed me some time out of my diapers, but the lingering soreness was not worth it. I did discover that the apparatus they used to keep this area dry over the procedure time, could be helpful when I get out of my protective gear period. I consisted of a condom type device with a drain tube that went into a bag. Other than that, I did start using the Nullo pills as did not want to take a chance of stinking up the place if I had another accident in public or at work. The Rubber Pants were as advertised, very good at covering up odor, but also very hot and hard to get used to walking in. I fell into a pronounced waddle after a time, and was able to deal with them accordingly. The bigger challenge was the enforced 8 hr change cycles, as I was always feeling like I was really wet, and often times ended up messing myself as well. All I was thankful for was that this protective cover in addition to the Nullo tablets daily, kept the odors in check. Unfortunately, after 6 months of this, it seemed quite natural to be wet and messy! 16: Meeting Angie The bright star in my life turned out to be Angie, the head nurse I mentioned meeting at one of the large nursing home businesses I visited. We were getting on really great, going out on a regular basis and Angi coming over to my apartment more times we were together than not. We were getting to be very close, with Angie always telling me that my diapers were of little concern to her, as she had had to deal with more of these over her working past and they no longer bother her. In fact, on multiple occasions she has changed me, which is always difficult to get done in the allotted time with her loving touch. As we were getting more intimate, the inevitable happened one evening and Angie convinced me that she could have sex with me as long as I was laying on a diaper, she didn’t mind the outcome of me getting her wetter than normal due to my constant leaking. As predicted, this turned out to be a mind blowing wild sexual encounter as I had been without for more than 6 months and Angie was like a wild woman riding her guy. Unfortunately, we lost tract of time, and went way over even the long time we planned to use, and I knew I would be in for another punishment at my next care coordinator meeting. Angie and I agreed that what ever they did to me, this was still worth it and so the next time I met Dr Mayberry, I kept this in mind but was still worried. 17: More Severe Changes That meeting was just 3 days later, and when I walked into the Dr’s office, I knew I was in for a stern lecture. As it started, I was told that I had been doing so well, and now I was a disappointment to my coordinator, but she could do little to prevent what was now going to happen to me as a result of my behavior. She only asked if it was worth it and I said that I couldn’t stop myself from this sex as it had been so long since I had any. Well, she said, keep that in mind as you get to see Dr Whitmore again and I was taken into his exam room after that by another nurse, I was soon joined by Dr Whitmore and he said he was expecting to see me again, but I had gone longer that some of his patients but in any case, the outcome will be the same. He said that this next treatment, will render you unable to control your stool, no different than the procedure we did to render you unable to control your urine. He said that he will use something different in this case, a drug called Botox to deaden the nerves near my anus, so that they will not control my movements any longer, and they will happen on their own without notice. I was than undressed by the nurse, had this condom device installed onto me again and placed on the exam table with my legs up in supports. Dr W approached me with his hypo, and said this first poke is to remove the pain from the next set of injections. After a short time, he came back to me with a series of hypos, some with longer needles than others and he began to administer injections which thang goodness I could no longer feel. He was telling me that some of this medication was going into the muscle around my anus, and some of it going further into my tissue, getting at the sphincter inside my anus. He added that shortly, I will be pooping my pants just like a toddler without any care other than the resulting understanding that I had to wear my mess until I could get changed, but added that the changing schedule will not be altered, meaning that I could be sitting in my waste for up to 8 hrs. In addition, he added that since I was late getting to this point, the effects of it may not wear off by the time my sentence is up as it usually takes at least 6 months to start to come back to normal and then another 3-4 to gain most control back, but he has heard of some cases where control is never gained back, but assured me those were rare side effects! 18: What to do Now When I left my appointment, I was more troubled than I had been in a long time. I was not so much worried about the messy pants, as I had gotten used to these over those last few months, but more so about them occurring with no control on my part and even hanging on well past my sentenced time. When I got home, I called Angie and told her about what had happened and she assured me that we could get through this without any problems, as this was not the end of the world. I was happy I got to know her, as without her help, this last 4 months would be very life changing to me. 19: A Turning Point So about the rest of my story, as you can already guess, Angie and I became engaged to get married. It was to be a very low-key event and happen about the time my forced diapering was to end, but I was not sure of exactly the date I would be set free, and we set our date for a weekend near that time. For my part, my life continued about that same following my total incontinence as I had gained confidence in the integrity of my rubber pants, and the impact of the Nullo tablets. Unfortunately, this combination was only so good, and after about 5-6 hours of carrying a full load around, I could notice the odor. This problem only presented itself if I loaded my diaper early in the morning after my night change, as I needed to change this early afternoon wherever I was. Thank goodness for considerate office staff working around me as they always had air fresheners around and often would offer me some of theirs to use if I was getting especially ripe. All were glad as my change time approached, and the rest of the day was always better. Another great thing happened after I told Dr Mayberry about my upcoming marriage to Angie a couple months prior to the end of my time in this program, as she mentioned that she could probably get a special tag made for Angie as she was a care nurse, and was qualified to deal with skin rash issues, and as a result could “extend” my change times for what ever reason. This was fantastic, and I promised Dr Mayberry she would be invited to our wedding as a result. As a result, Angie and I were able to refine our love making routines well before our wedding night, so we were well prepared for the husband/wife life awaiting us. 20: Life after Confinement My service time passed without any further glitches, and we became happily married. Unfortunately, even with the stent out, I still needed to wear diapers as the messing had yet to let up, and I was having a hard time controlling my wetting, which Angie also predicted as this stent had a long-lasting impact on my prostrate and the muscles around my urethra. In any case, this was no longer such a “punishment” to me, and I continued to use the cloth diapers as they were the norm for me, the difference being now that I could change them whenever I or Angie wanted and that often led to extra activity that being husband and wife allowed for. Over time I did start to get feeling back in my rear opening, and started to have less and less messy accidents in my diapers as I was able to get back on the toilet in time move and more, but the wetting continued so did my use of diapers. Angie didn’t mind, and I had to agree, even I liked the feel of my diapers as without, I did not feel the least bit secure, kind of like going out commando. So how does this tale end, well I can say I have a great respect now for rules, have a great career as a “Diaper Specialist” at my office, being promoted from just sales specialist to senior salesperson to VP of sales due to all the new activity I developed over time, and can say that my love life has never been better, far better than anything I could ever have imagined. Angie and I are growing old together, even as I am still being cared for on regular basis, no different from a toddler, and loving every minute of it! PS: Hope you enjoyed reading this. Maybe more of this in the future? DeeWet 2021