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1 Despite being six years old, Alice still wets herself. My wife and I are working hard to make her stop and, to avoid finding her without underwear and pants to wear, we have imposed that she wear a diaper and tell us when she has an accident. Alice did not protest; in fact, she was happy with our idea to the point that she pulled down both her pants and underwear because she couldn't wait for us to put one on her. (Luckily, we were in the bathroom and my wife had brought a pack of pull-ups with her.) While I was setting up the new changing table in the bathroom, Alice approached me and tugged on my shirt to get my attention. She was looking down, and on her little face, there was only shame and humiliation. I knew she had had an accident, but I preferred that she tell me explicitly. "What's that sad little face?" I asked, lifting her chin. "I… I wet myself," she admitted regretfully. "My underwear told me, and I didn't listen." "I'm sorry, little monkey," I said, giving her a hug. "I'll finish setting up the changing table and then give you a good cleanup. In the meantime, would you do me the favor of trying to go in the potty?" Alice looked at me puzzled and then did as she was told. A few moments later, I laid her down on the newly set-up changing table. I pretended to have trouble tearing the tabs on the left side of the pink pull-up to cheer her up. Of course, she giggled amusedly, and I let her tear the other side. She exclaimed happily, "Daddy, I'm as strong as Superman!" I grabbed a wet wipe, gently wiped her private parts, and removed the wet diaper from under her bottom. After taking a clean pull-up, I slipped it between her legs up to her knees and rubbed the tips of my fingers with moisturizing cream to prevent irritation. "Daddy, what are you doing?" she suddenly asked. "I'm putting cream on you. Both in the front and in the back." "Why?" "So the bad germs won't hurt you." "Shouldn't you put it on me everywhere?" she then asked. "Germs are small and are everywhere!" I held back a little laugh. I said, pretending to be an intellectual, "Our whole body has a shield to defend itself from them; but in the areas where we pee and poop, this shield needs a hand." You have the right to criticize my answer; I'm not exactly an expert in science and biology. "But you don't put it on Tyler!" she suddenly retorted angrily. "Is it because he has a penis?" I burst out laughing heartily. "No, little monkey. We put it on him too. Even though he pees differently than you, he still needs the cream." "Then, why don't I have one?" "What?" "A penis." To date, this change has been the funniest ever. From a normal curiosity to wanting to be a boy like her older brother. I should have scolded her for saying that word, but it would have been useless. After all, she was a curious little girl and would have taken little time to discover their real function. 2 I was helping Tyler with his literature homework when he asked me this question: "Dad, why do you let me wear diapers again?" I looked up from the book, surprised and confused. Unintentionally, I made a face of disgust, forgetting that the return to diapers was recent and my wife and I needed to get used to it again. I asked him to repeat, I admit that part of me wanted to tell him to focus on his homework. He put down his pen. "I'm twelve years old and I shouldn't be wetting and soiling myself. So why am I wearing a diaper?" And here comes the moment of explanation, the thing I hate most in my entire parenting life. "Ty, I know it might seem like a big contradiction to you, but you've seen for yourself that the diaper is… it's doing you good. You're no longer nervous and angry; you don't scream in front of the TV anymore; plus, you've started reading books! Something you hadn't done since third grade!" He gave me a puzzled look, then nodded. "You're right, Dad. But I feel… like a retard." I panicked. It was the first time his words had pierced my heart. "You are perfect, Tyler," I reassured him as best I could. "We put it on you to make you stress less. You're not retarded, you're just… a kid who's concerned about his mental health. Usually, it's an adult thing, but it's something that affects kids like you too." A big smile spread across his face. "I have a book in my room about mental health. Could you read it to me tonight before bed?" "Of course," I said, relieved and happy. "Now finish your homework. By the way, did you pee?" He shook his head. "No. Can I go?" I furrowed my brow. What a stupid question was that? "If you need to go, go!" I scolded him. "Holding in your pee is not good for your body!" Shortly after, I took him to the bathroom to change him. I put him on the changing table and noticed his red cheeks. "What's wrong?" He let himself go on the table and started staring at the ceiling. "It's… it's the first time you're changing my diaper," he stammered, whimpering. "D-Do you think it's weird…" Immediately, I picked him up and cuddled him like a baby. My little Tyler… All this must be hard for him: school, having to grow up and… diapers. I felt like a failure, a nothing. Seeing him cry was a rare thing. Whispering sweet words to him, I laid him down on the changing table and started rolling up my sleeves. The whole time, Tyler sobbed, repeating one word: "Sorry." After fastening the new diaper around his waist, I put him down and knelt to his level. Calm and peaceful eyes fixed on his red and shiny ones. I wanted to make sure he was okay. "Do you feel better now?" He nodded. "I don't think you're weird. I don't think that and I never will. And that's also why your mother and I allowed you to wear them: to make you feel good about yourself. When you don't feel good, you have to tell us. Understood?" He nodded again. "Dad?" "Yes, Ty?" "Can you hold me? I want to be with you for a while." I granted his wish without thinking and whispered in his ear: "As long as you want, buddy." "Thanks, Dad. You're my hero." --- I hope you enjoy these short stories. If you have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to write them below! -Milo

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.

Let me be upfront for those unfamiliar with my life history: I am a woman born in 1964 into a family in which female descendants of my maternal Granny Vi's mother have a history of bladder control problems. By the time I was born my mother Alice, her sister Aunt Betsy and their mother Granny Vi were totally urinary incontinent. Probably this was true for all of Granny's sisters and her other daughters whom I never got to know very well. I've had no bladder control since I was 21. The same is true for my 3 sisters and Aunt Betsy's daughter. Just a few of the male descendents, such as my younger brother and Betsy's older son, have bladder control problems which are not as severe as their sisters. Granny Vi had no sons, only five daughters. She raised her girls with the hope each would retain bladder control yet never being embarrassed about wearing absorbent protective under garments. Aunt Betsy and my Mom did the same thing. Growing up we were not treated as babies even when toilet learning was delayed. In the family it was no secret that Granny Vi, Aunt Betsy and my Mom all needed diapers 24/7 to function as responsible adults in a primarily continent world. Those of us with small over-active bladders would be nicely asked to wear 'just-in-case' diapers on long car rides and for special occasions. In the interest of toilet learning we were encouraged to tell an adult when we felt the need to pee or poop, but we were never scolded for not doing so. Once toilet trained and wearing a diaper for mutual convenience on a trip, instead of asking "When will we get there?" we simply used our diapers. At the next stop whose who needed it would have a diaper change. Mom encouraged us to be pen pals with the children of family friends who had bladder problems. Doing so helped us learn to be discreet and compassionate when discussing these issues which do embarrass many nice folks. Several years before I reached puberty I began to feel some of my pen pals intensely disliked diapers while others found diapers comforting. Personally I was never embarrassed or ashamed when diapered, but I preferred wearing more conventional panties when I was sure I could use a toilet in time. Flash forward to 1985. That was my summer between pre-law university and moving to law school when I lost all my daytime control. The expense and logistics of diapers 24/7 was overwhelming! Often that depressed me. In 1990 I had been a licensed attorney for 2 years. I had my own apartment. Needing to buy disposable diapers constantly and to carry used diapers to the dumpster was a drag. My youngest sister Missy was already married and was the first of my siblings to present our parents with a grandchild. When my niece was about 9 months old I told Missy my diapers were depressing me. Missy burst out laughing, "Angela, do like I do. Simply have fun with your diapers when you get the chance. Do you know there is a whole world of very nice adults who have control yet wear diapers for fun? Some of them call themselves 'adult babies'." Missy then handed me a copy of FETISH TIMES with an article all about a club called Diaper Pail Fraternity and another article about a magazine published in Seattle called THE PLAY PEN. To me the people mentioned seemed sensible. Missy put a new pacifier in my mouth, "Sis, give it a try. Relax. Chill!" Suddenly I felt far less depressed. Flash forward to the early fall of 1995. I had been writing a regular column for the DPF Newsletter since early 1991 and had been happily married to a good man willing to cooperate when I needed to chill as a big baby girl since October 1991. Out of the blue through DPF I received a letter from a male psychologist married to a female urology resident. They were worried by the number of children who never wanted to give up diapers. Most of those children became so desperate for diapers they resorted to stealing them from younger siblings, relatives, church nurseries, even from stores. They begged me, as an attorney who wore diapers, to join their effort to encourage parents to freely let their kids wear diapers just for fun. Mutually we felt the risk of those children being arrested for stealing was worst than the cost of providing a few packs of diapers. Often when given diapers the kid lost interest quickly. But if a kid still wanted diapers after a couple of weeks, then the kid probably was an infantilist for life. At that point the parenting goal was to teach the kids to be circumspect while obtaining, using and disposing of diapers. To inculcate those lessons the parents needed to avoid judgment. They needed to communicate with the kid. They needed to set realistic rules, such as how the kids could help pay for the diapers. By late 1996 about 20 medical, mental health and legal professionals mutually formed WHEN KIDS LOVE DIAPERS as an on-line resource aimed at parents. Of course it turned out quite a few older kids discovered the WKLD website. By 2000 the founders of WKLD felt the risk to our professional reputations were too great to continue. Until recently a mirror website still presented a sample of WKLD circa 1999. Think about a world in which people of all ages can wear diapers for whatever reason without risk or judgment? Does this make common sense?

I have found the largest baby diapers in the world! Being a diaper collector I have searched all over collecting the largest sizes in baby diaper lineups. They are called Darlings baby diapers. this is the size 7 (largest size they actually manufacture). They are rated at 24-36kg children, or the average 6-12 year old child. Measurements are the same as the GoodNites and DryNites size XL. They are manufactured in Kuwait and only available to the people of Kuwait. A great find for collectors! I have some sealed unopened packages of these Diapers as well as samples available for sale or trade. Would like to talk with other collectors whi collect the same kind of diapers. See images.

Before I begin i'm just gonna say this is my first time role playing. I hope I did it right.

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

25 year old Joey Sanders waited in the living room for his new girlfriend of a year, Natalie. Joey had met Natalie through his best friend whom had dated Natalie's sister. Joey had been skeptical about matchmaking, but it was love at first sight. Earlier in the month, he had asked her to move in. She eagerly accepted. He eventually planned on marrying her. Joey and Natalie had one big thing in common: children. Joey was the proud father of 2 year old Jaxon Sanders. His mother was no longer in the picture. She signed over her parental rights hours after his birth. Natalie had a 4 year old daughter, Isla. This day was the first step to the rest of their lives.