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This may have been asked before, but why not another shot?

Does anybody ever feel upset about having to be potty trained when they were younger? I know I do. I should mention that I was in diapers until I was 6 years old. Lucky me!??

@gta85 Here we go. I’ll take Sarah and Tommy, you take John and Katie? John and Sarah Baker had found out they couldn’t have children, so they made the decision to adopt from their local orphanage. They’d intended to adopt an older child and a baby, but 2 1/2 year old Tommy and 3 year old Katie had stolen their hearts on sight. While John took care of some last-minute details, Sarah was taken to Katie and Tommy, who were ready to go. Katie had just turned three, and she was mostly potty-trained, aside from occasional daytime accidents and wetting her bed a couple of nights a week. The orphanage took kids out of diapers except at night when kids turned two and just frequently took them to the toilet, but Tommy wasn’t all that potty-trained yet. ”Hi, you guys!” Sarah greeted them brightly. She sat in a chair and held her arms out, inviting them to come sit with her. Tommy slipped his thumb into his mouth and looked down at the floor, so Sarah pulled him into her lap and kissed the side of his head.

What age were you actually potty trained? Did you still wet the bed or have accidents? i was "potty trained" just before I turned four but continued to have both pee and poop accidents until I was at least 9 and wet the bed until I was 11.

How about relating childhood memories (your own or of siblings) of potty training in RL. I suspect many of us are here because of childhood potty training. In my case (late 1940s) I was trained very early and only have some vague memories. But I do remember younger siblings and some other kids in the neighborhood being potty trained in this era. For one thing I do remember a rather strict schedule for being put on the potty chair. The minute after getting up (night or nap) out of a diaper and onto the potty. Directly after a meal. And at something like a hour interval at first, this increased later but even at five she insisted we stopped what we were doing probably every two hours. Later as adults for our own kids we did have an actual schedule. It was based on when they had went in the past or when we thought it was likely. I will relate more memories in a little while but maybe you will share some of your own memories. But mine were of a rigid formal process that was required of the child. Not like today when the child sort of decides when to be trained.

I posted several chapters of this story a couple of years ago, but I got discouraged from writing it after some rude reviews. I know that this isn’t the “typical” abdl story, and I don’t expect everyone to like it. All I expect is for people not to be rude because this isn’t the kind of story they like. Some of it has been changed, as well as a couple of minor characters’ names and ages. I’ve already spruced up/made minor changes to several existing chapters, so I’ll update fairly regularly until I hit new chapters. Sharon came in from work one Thursday afternoon in October and left the bags in her hands by the door before going to check on her seventeen-year-old foster son. Ryan had been sick for most of the week, and she hoped he was feeling a little better today. She found him lying on the couch, curled up under his favorite blanket and watching TV. “Hi, honey, how are you feeling?” Ryan peered up at her, his blue eyes glassy under his blonde bangs. “A little better.” Sharon sat on the edge of the couch and held her hand to his forehead. “You’re still a little hot. How’s your throat?” “Still hurts.” Sharon leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’ll need to stay home again tomorrow, but I’ll stay home with you, okay?” She’d stayed home with him for most of the week, but he’d seemed a little better this morning, and she’d had some things she needed to take care of from her office today, so she’d gone back to work. Sharon took a deep breath. “Honey, I’m not quite sure how to tell you this, but we missed out on an important piece of news this week.” Ryan shrugged disinterestedly. “What?” Sharon brushed his bangs back from his face. “A law was passed this week that makes it illegal for children under eighteen to be potty-trained.” Ryan wrinkled his nose, but he didn’t quite understand what that had to do with him. Surely, that applied to kids not potty-trained yet, not to him. “So? I’m already potty-trained, and I’m almost eighteen, anyway.” “I know, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll have to wear diapers until your birthday. The ‘potty-trained’ part doesn’t really matter, either, the law basically just says that anyone under 18 has to wear diapers. We might as well go ahead and get this over with.” Sharon got the bags she’d left beside the door and opened a package of diapers. “Okay, well, uh, it’s only for a few months, anyway. I’ll just use the diapers if I really have to and change myself right after.” Sharon shook her head. “It’s not that simple. You can’t change your own diapers, I’ll have to change them for you.” “What?! Sharon, are you sure about this?” Sharon nodded. “They think kids, teenagers especially, having to be so dependent upon their parents will fix behavioral issues or something.” “Please, no,” Ryan pleaded. He felt too sick to fight her too much on this, and he knew Sharon would never lie about it. He’d also known this was a possibility for a while, he just never thought the law would pass. He hadn’t read about the specifics, because he never thought it would be an issue for him. “Wait, are you going to send me away? I know you don’t want to change my diapers.” “Absolutely not! But, if we don’t go along with this, then you could be taken away from me.” Ryan watched her with dread, but he knew there was no way out of it. “Hold on, let me go pee really quick.” He’d been about to go to the bathroom when he heard Sharon come in, but he’d decided to wait and talk to her first. “No, honey, we need to go ahead and do this. Debra could stop by at any time, especially with this new law, and we’ll need proof that we’re following it. I’m surprised she hasn’t come by already.” That was enough for Ryan not to struggle as Sharon gently pulled his pajama pants and boxers down. He’d do anything to stay with Sharon. He closed his eyes as he felt cold air hit his exposed private areas, but Sharon was quick and matter-of-fact about taping a diaper on him like it was no big deal. She patted his leg once his pajama pants were back up. “Okay, honey, if you need to pee-pee, just go ahead and go.” “Pee-pee?” Sharon gave him a wry smile. “Sorry, honey, I guess this diaper talk has me in potty-training mode. And it just sounds nicer.” Ryan was starting to get uncomfortable, but even with the soft padding pressed against him, he felt too much like he was going to wet his pants if he started peeing. Sharon went to the kitchen to start dinner and give him some privacy, but he still couldn’t make himself go. He crossed his legs to ease the pressure, and he wished he could just let it out. He didn’t want to pee, but he didn’t want to keep holding it and be uncomfortable, either. Sharon peeked into the living room. “Ryan, are you wet?” “Not yet,” he mumbled, gasping as he felt a little try to come out. He instinctively grabbed his crotch and squeezed his legs together harder, but it didn’t do much good through the thick padding. “Honey, please, just go ahead and pee-pee. I don’t think you can hold it for four months.” The intense wave of urgency temporarily disappeared, but it came back with a vengeance. After a few involuntary spurts, a slow stream he couldn’t hold back started dribbling into his diaper. Ryan shuddered as he felt his bladder completely give up for the first time since he was eight. Feeling his pee pour out even as he actively clenched and tried to hold it back felt just as helpless now as it had the last time he’d held his bladder past capacity. At least his clothes weren’t getting soaked like last time. As a child, his bladder had been small and a little weak for his age, and he’d had occasional accidents longer than most kids, both at night and during the day. It had gotten better as he got older, but he still had to be more mindful of using the toilet before getting in the car or between classes in case a teacher didn’t allow him to leave to use the bathroom than most kids his age. He closed his eyes as the slow stream became a gushing torrent and soaked his diaper with a low hiss. His hand was still clutching his padded crotch, trying to hold it in, and he could feel his diaper grow warm against his hand through his pajama pants. It was weird to lose control like this without wetting his pants. The last time this happened, he was in the second grade. His class was on the way back from a field trip, and he’d forgotten to use the bathroom before they got on the bus. He was too shy to tell his teacher he had to go until it was an emergency, and the bus driver hadn’t been able to stop somewhere before he couldn’t hold it anymore and soaked his shorts. He’d had a few close calls and dribbles into his underwear since then, but it hadn’t been a huge problem in years. After raising two sons and a daughter of her own, Sharon could tell exactly when he lost control. She let him finish before going to check his diaper. “Hmm, I don’t think you need to be changed right away. Are you uncomfortable?” Ryan shook his head. The soft, warm padding between his legs actually felt pretty good. “All right. If it gets uncomfortable before you wet again and you want me to go ahead and change you, just tell me. I don’t mind.” “Thanks, Sharon.” After dinner, they watched TV on the couch together. Ryan folded his arms over his stomach as the discomfort in his stomach grew. He usually had to poop between dinner time and bedtime, and he was dreading this even more than pee. Sharon knew what the problem was when his discomfort became apparent, so she reassuringly patted his shoulder and left the room. The kid pooped like clockwork. Ryan closed his eyes as he pushed warm mush into his diaper. His bladder released a little bit of pee as he filled his diaper, and he sighed when he was finished. His stomach felt better, but the only way to get the disgusting diaper off of him was for Sharon to change him. He was relieved when she came back in without him having to call for her. “You all done?” Ryan nodded, wishing the couch would open up and swallow him whole. “All right, I’ll go ahead and change you. Do you need to pee-pee again first?” “I already did,” Ryan mumbled, covering his face with his hands as he lay on the floor. Sharon laid out a changing mat and got a clean diaper and a box of wet wipes, then quickly cleaned him up. He winced as she maneuvered his penis with the wet wipe to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. He sighed with relief when she finally taped his dirty diaper closed, threw it away, and washed her hands before coming back and pulling his pajama pants back up. She tucked his blanket around his shoulders and kissed his forehead once he was back on the couch. “Hmm, I may need to take you back to the doctor tomorrow. If your fever isn’t a little lower in the morning, I’m making an appointment for you.” Ryan nodded and willingly leaned into her open arms. He loved how Sharon comforted him when he wasn’t feeling well, although it had taken a while to get to that point with her after he’d been taken away from his abusive parents. The soft, dry padding between his legs, his warm pajamas, and Sharon’s familiar smell made him feel cozy and cared for. Sharon absently ran her fingers through his hair as they watched TV, and it was barely 9:30 when his eyes were starting to close. “You ready for bed?” Sharon asked, noticing Ryan’s eyes getting heavy. “Yeah. I slept all day, but...” “Being sick will do that to you. Go on to bed, and I’ll bring your medicine upstairs. Try to wet your diaper so I can change you. I’d rather you be able to keep your diaper dry until morning and not have to wake up needing to go during the night.” Ryan nodded and headed for the stairs. Once he was curled up in bed, he tried to pee in his diaper. His sore throat had caused him to drink a lot that day, so it wasn’t hard to let a small stream out. Sharon came in a couple of minutes later with his medicine and a glass of water. “Oh, good, you were able to go,” she noted as she checked his diaper. Once he was changed and had taken his medicine, she tucked him in and felt his forehead. “I know your medicine might upset your stomach, so come wake me up if you need to be changed during the night, or if you start feeling worse.” She brushed his bangs back and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, honey. Feel better.” “Thanks, Sharon.” Ryan rolled over, knowing she’d scratch his back until he fell asleep, like she always did when he was sick. When Ryan woke up the next morning, a slightly urgent need to pee drew him out of bed. In his drowsy state, he forgot that he was wearing a diaper and was confused to find his bathroom door locked. His brain registered the padding between his legs then, and he remembered that he wasn’t allowed to use the toilet. Sharon had probably locked his bathroom door as a reminder. He wanted to go back to sleep, and he was too sleepy to care about peeing in his diaper, so he willingly released his bladder and wet himself. The wet warmth that slowly encased his crotch felt good, and he easily went back to sleep. When Ryan woke up again, he was thirsty, so he got out of bed and went downstairs. Sharon was on a conference call in the kitchen and standing at the counter with papers spread in front of her. Ryan got a glass of juice and started for the living room, but she waved him over to her. He was feeling better than the day before, but he still felt sick. Sharon placed her hand under his chin and studied him before feeling his forehead. “Want eggs for breakfast?” She asked, covering the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand. Ryan nodded, wincing as Sharon gently squeezed his diapered crotch. He supposed he was just going to have to get used to diaper checks. “Oh, good, you’re already wet. I’m almost done, and I’ll bring you some breakfast and your medicine in a few minutes.” Ryan took his juice to the living room and drank just enough to soothe his throat before stretching out on the couch. Even though his diaper was already wet, he knew he wasn’t going to be as willing to wet it again as he’d been when he just wanted to go back to sleep earlier that morning. Sharon came in a few minutes later with breakfast for him, his medicine, and the thermometer. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and slipped the thermometer into his mouth. “You’re still a little feverish, but not as hot as yesterday...yep, your fever went down a little bit,” she confirmed after checking the thermometer. “Do you feel better? I’ll still take you back to the doctor if you don’t.” “Yeah, my throat’s still sore, but it’s better than yesterday. It’s not bad.” “All right...Drink a little more juice.” Ryan looked warily at his glass and shook his head. “Honey, don’t worry about how often you need to be changed. Drink what you need to, I don’t want you to get dehydrated. The faster you get used to me changing you, the easier it will be. Speaking of which, do you want me to change you now, or wait until you wet again? I’ll go ahead and change you if you feel gross.” “I can wait. It feels okay.” “Okay. I have to do a few things for work, but it won’t take long. I’ll come watch a movie with you when I’m finished. If you pee-pee again before I come back, come tell me. You don’t need to stay in such a wet diaper for too long...Wow, I still can’t believe I’m saying sentences like that.” Ryan rolled his eyes. “How did this happen? I didn’t think that stupid law had a chance to pass.” “I heard this morning that a lobbyist for one of the big diaper companies got their hands on some study that the legislature couldn’t ignore. Like anyone thinks those companies are worried about kids. They just wanted to find a way to expand their market. Which they did. Big-time.” “This sucks.” “I know it does. I would hate it if I were you, too. I know you can’t help but be embarrassed, but try not to be. I’ll make this as easy for you as I can.” “Thanks, Sharon.” “You’re welcome.” Sharon kissed his forehead. “Call for me if you need me.” Ryan zoned out in front of the TV for a couple of hours, and next thing he knew, Sharon was bringing him a bowl of soup for lunch. “This is the last of the batch I made on Tuesday. I’ll cook whatever you want tonight if you have more of an appetite.” “Ooh, that pasta with the chicken and mushrooms?” “I knew you’d say that. You got it.” Sharon checked his diaper. “You haven’t pee-peed again?” She asked in surprise. She didn’t know if he had any kind of bladder issues, but she’d noticed for a while that he seemed to have to go more often and had more “have to go soon or this could be bad” moments than her own kids had as teenagers. Ryan grimaced as he shifted on the couch. He’d tried not to drink too much, but his annoying sore throat had had other plans for him. His annoyingly small bladder had been making its fullness known for a while, now, and he was reaching his breaking point. “Not yet, but, uh...” “You have to go, huh?” “Yeah,” Ryan muttered through gritted teeth. He knew he was going to start peeing before long, whether he wanted to or not, but he couldn’t make himself let go. His bladder was pulsing painfully by now, and he squeezed his legs together and held himself, desperately trying to keep it in. He had to go too badly to care about the fact that he was shamelessly grabbing his crotch in front of Sharon. Wetting his diaper had been one thing early that morning when he was tired and just wanted to go back to sleep, but peeing himself while he was wide awake was just as difficult as it had been the evening before. His body wasn’t any more willing to contradict his potty-training than his mind was, and it was intent on holding his bladder until it gave out on its own. “Sharon, I can’t do it,” Ryan whined. “It hurts, and I know I can’t hold it much longer, but I can’t make myself go.” Sharon gave him a sympathetic look, her heart breaking for him. “I guess it is hard to go when you feel like you’ll wet your pants, which your body has been trained not to do for a long time now.” Sharon placed their bowls of soup on the coffee table and pulled his hands away from his crotch. The unexpected movement made Ryan jump, and he gasped as he felt his hold on his bladder loosen. He gave up and relaxed as he flooded his diaper, his cheeks flushing as an audible hiss came from his crotch. Once his stream trickled off, he pushed a little to make sure he was completely empty. The longer he could go between diaper changes, the better. “All right, honey, I think it’s safe to say you’re officially soaked. Let’s get you changed.” Ryan moved to the floor and lay down, his face flaming as Sharon placed the changing mat under him, pulled down his pajama pants, and untaped his diaper. She pulled a basket out from under the coffee table and got a clean diaper and a pack of wet wipes. Ryan winced as she moved a cold wipe across his crotch. “Why are you using those when I’m just wet?” He whined. “You’ve been in a wet diaper since early this morning. This will just make you feel more fresh and help prevent a diaper rash.” By the time Ryan was in a clean diaper and had his pajama pants back on, he did have to admit that he felt better than he would have if Sharon didn’t wipe him down. After lunch, he was getting drowsy, and he was barely aware of Sharon tucking his blanket around his shoulders and kissing his forehead as he drifted off to sleep. When Ryan woke up three hours later, he already had a nagging tingle in his bladder, no doubt due to Sharon making him finish his juice and then drink a little more while they were eating lunch. It would still be a while before he had to go really badly, but he’d probably be heading to the bathroom soon if he didn’t have to wear diapers. Sharon was siting in a chair with her computer in her lap and noticed when he started stirring. “Hey, how are you feeling?” “Better,” Ryan answered honestly. His throat was a little less sore, and he didn’t feel quite as achy. “You do look a little better,” Sharon agreed. She closed her laptop and crouched beside Ryan on the couch with her hand on his forehead. “Your temperature went down a good bit, I think you’re on the mend. Are you wet?” She asked as she moved her hand from his forehead to his diapered crotch. “Sharon. I haven’t peed myself while I was sleeping, especially for just a nap, since I was...uh, in years,” Ryan said, too embarrassed to admit how long he’d wet the bed as a kid. “Oh, I guess you’re right.” Sharon patted his shoulder. “Finish your juice. I’m going to start dinner.” Once Sharon was gone, Ryan took advantage of his drowsiness and tried to release his bladder into his diaper. His fuzzy mind and the memory of how good it had felt for the padding to slowly warm up against his crotch that morning when he didn’t wait until he couldn’t hold it anymore weakened his defenses. The fact that he’d inevitably have to do it anyway and the desire not to let himself get so full that it hurt until he endured the panic and discomfort of losing control pushed him over the edge, and he closed his eyes as he relaxed and pushed a slow and steady stream into his diaper. The wet warmth between his legs felt embarrassingly nice, but he might as well enjoy it. Now that Ryan was feeling a little better and realized he’d have to go back to school next week, he had some questions. He went into the kitchen and sat in a bar stool as Sharon prepared dinner. “So, uh, what about school next week? Like, what happens when I have to be changed?” He could probably stop drinking coffee and manage to only pee once or twice at school, but there was no way he could last until Sharon came home from work on the days she went to her office. Going to her office after school to be changed sounded embarrassing, too. “I asked about that when I called this morning to tell them you’d be absent again. The school nurse will change students when they need it, but I thought you might want to finish school online. I can work from home most of the time and be here to change you. I went to the high school and filled out the forms and got the material for it while you were napping so you can start on Monday, but I can take them back if you want to keep going to school. It’s your decision, I just didn’t think you’d be too happy about the nurse changing you.” “Oh, my god, that would be awesome. Thanks.” Sharon finished up her dinner preparations and untied her apron. “You can still see your friends whenever you want to, and they’re still welcome here any time.” “Sharon. Changing my diapers is bad enough. You don’t want to have to change theirs, too.” “Honey, I’d rather change their diapers than discourage you from seeing your friends. It’ll be fine.” After dinner, Sharon and Ryan watched a movie together in the living room. Ryan lay down in Sharon’s lap, sighing contentedly when she started running her fingers through his hair. He felt a little old for this, but he’d missed out on the childhood love and cuddling with his abusive parents. He’d been sick a couple of times since he started living with Sharon over two years ago, and it had been a little awkward at first, but he was now used to her nurturing gestures when he wasn’t feeling well and enjoyed it. After a while, he grimaced as his stomach started to cramp. It was going to take longer to get used to doing this than peeing in his diaper, no question. Peeing at least felt good. There was nothing enjoyable about this. “Um, Sharon?” He asked shyly. “Hm?....Oh. I’ll go finish cleaning the kitchen.” Sharon knew what the problem was, so she gave him some privacy. Ryan crouched in front of the couch in what Sharon called the “potty stance.” She’d never said that in reference to him, obviously, but she had a newly-potty-trained three-year-old grandson that had an aversion to pooping in the toilet. He’d only recently started doing that in the toilet sometimes, but he still had a tendency to go in his pants if someone didn’t have an eagle eye on him. Ryan knew that Anne-Marie, Sharon’s daughter, and her husband had to be frustrated with the law passing. They’d finally gotten the kid mostly potty-trained, and now had to put him back in diapers. Like Sharon, they’d just thought the law wouldn’t pass. Sharon had kept her grandson one Saturday afternoon a couple of weeks after he was out of diapers, and Ryan had taken him outside for a while. He knew nothing about potty cues in children and was confused when William ventured away from him and crouched down for a couple of minutes. He didn’t realize what had happened until William stood up and had a small wet spot at his crotch. He wasn’t wet enough for a full-blown wetting accident, and he was walking with the obvious discomfort of having a load in his pants, so Ryan figured he’d pooped in his pants and accidentally let out a little pee in the process. He didn’t know how Sharon was going to react to a potty accident. Ryan’s own parents had yelled and beaten him when he had accidents, of course, and he knew Sharon wouldn’t hurt the kid, but he didn’t want her to get angry with him, either. He’d tried to sneak William into the house so he could change him without Sharon noticing, but she’d met them at the door with wet wipes, clean underwear, and pants in her hands, explaining that she’d spotted the “potty stance” from the kitchen window. She just cleaned him up and helped him change, then gently reminded him that he was supposed to tell her or Ryan when he had to go potty. As Ryan assumed a similar stance he’d seen with William and filled his own diaper, he realized that the kid was on to something. It was a faster and more complete-feeling process when he was squatting. He’d peed a little a couple of times after wetting himself after his nap, and he let out a little more as he pooped. He’d realized that it was easier to make himself pee a little at a time before it got urgent, and it was getting easier to do it each time. Eating a full meal after a few days of eating mostly soup, his stomach was a little upset, and it took longer than usual. His appetite had returned with a vengeance, and he’d had three helpings of dinner. He lowered his pajama pants and watched his diaper to make sure it didn’t start leaking. When he was finally finished, he stood up to indicate that he was done. He couldn’t bring himself to sit down in his mushy mess, and doing so might cause him to leak. His stomach still felt a little unsettled, but he wasn’t able to go anymore at the moment. Sharon came in a couple of minutes later and got a clean diaper and pack of wet wipes. She realized she hadn’t checked his diaper for wetness in a few hours, so she gently squeezed the padding between his legs as he lay down on the floor. “Oh, Ryan, you’re pretty wet. I haven’t thought to check you. You could’ve told me if you were uncomfortable, I would’ve changed you sooner.” Ryan shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. I, uh, just went, too, so it wasn’t that wet the whole time.” He gritted his teeth and felt his cheeks flush as Sharon untaped his diaper and wiped him down. “Does your stomach hurt?” Sharon asked as she cleaned him up. Some of it was obviously a little sticky, as she’d been wiping the same spot for several moments with increasing pressure, and she obviously noticed that he’d pooped a lot more than the night before. “Not really, I think I just ate a little too much dinner.” “Okay. I can give you something to settle your stomach if I need to.” Ryan shook his head. “I think I’m okay.” Sharon finally got him cleaned up and taped a clean diaper on him. “Be right back.” Ryan stood up and tried to take his soiled diaper from her. “I can at least throw my own diapers away.” “Don’t worry about it, honey. This is the easy part.” Sharon took his diaper to the large garbage can in the garage and washed her hands before settling back on the couch with him. Later that night, Sharon gave Ryan his medicine and tucked him into bed. She’d been trying to compensate for the nurturing he had missed out on as a child, and she always tucked him in and stayed with him until he fell asleep when he was sick. She kissed his forehead and straightened his covers over his shoulders. “I love you, honey. If your stomach is still upset and you need to be changed during the night, please come wake me. I don’t want you to have to stay in a messy diaper longer than you have to.” “Mm-hmm.” Ryan hoped that wouldn’t be a problem, but he was too sleepy to worry about it now. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, but he woke up a few hours later with a cramping stomach. He stumbled out of bed and walked halfway to his bathroom before remembering he was wearing a diaper and had to use it. There was no way he could hold it until the next morning, or even for a couple more minutes, and he was already squirting into his diaper before he had time to crouch beside his bed. The discomfort in his stomach slowly alleviated as it emptied into his diaper, and he felt the front of his diaper grow warm as he started to pee. He realized he was going to have to wake Sharon up to change him, whether he wanted to or not. His diaper had to be close to overflowing, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep with the mess caking against him. He begrudgingly waddled downstairs and into Sharon’s room. He stood over her sleeping form for a couple of minutes before he had the courage to wake her. “Hey, Sharon,” he whispered, softly shaking her shoulder. “Sharon!” “Hmm?” Sharon sat up and rubbed her eyes. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling bad again?...Oh, I see.” The stench hit her nose as she became more alert. “I’m glad you woke me. Let’s go get you changed.” She got out of bed and rested her hand on Ryan’s back as she led him to the living room. The load in his diaper caused him to walk a little funny. Once he was changed, she washed her hands, got some Pepto-Bismol tablets out of the medicine cabinet, and poured a glass of juice. Ryan had already gone back upstairs, so she went up to his room with the medicine. He was climbing into bed and about to turn his lamp off. “Here, honey, take these really quick.” Sharon placed the tablets in his hand and gave him the juice. Once he took the medicine, she tucked him back in and felt his forehead. “I think your fever’s gone. I’m glad you’re feeling better.” “Thanks, Sharon. You’re the best.” TBC Thanks for reading!

I have always had an attraction to diapers and everything associated with being little. I grew up with a loving and patient mom who cared for me and nurtured me in the best way possible. I have early memories of being diapered and having my diaper changed. From as early as three years old, I remember the changing table my mother used, I remember the sound of the diaper tapes being pulled off, and remember the corner shelf in the room where the diapers were neatly stacked along with the necessary changing supples. I remember mom's soft touch and the sound of her gentle voice as she comforted me and changed me. I also remember when mom began putting me in training pants. Since I was older, these memories are even more vivid. I remember the snaps up the sides and the plastic pants that were put on over them. I was a late learner and somewhat stubborn when it came to using the toilet, so I can also remember the warm wetness that spread across the front and the bottom and the coolness as I stayed in the wet pants for longer periods of time. This was still a daily occurance even as I turned five. I remember my special corner that I would visit to poop. It was a special feeling to sit quietly and push out a warm, sticky poop in to my training pants. I remember the sag in the bottom and the smell that permeated the areaafter I finished my business. As mom discovered it, she would ask, "Do you have dirty pants?" then put her hand on my bottom, then pull away the waistband of my pants to peek in and confirm before I could answer. I would then be led off for a change. I was always changed on a table of on the bed and flat on my back just as i was as a baby or toddler. She would pull the snaps away at the sides and open the front, lifting my legs for the first wipe of the change. Sometimes I tried to peek in and see the mess I had made. After I was wiped clean, mom took the training pants and swished them in the toilet, rinsed them in the sink and dropped them in the diaper pail standing in the corner of the bathroom. She would let a few pairs accumulate before soaking them in downy and just a bit of clorox. It was a daily routine. That diaper pail stood in the same corner until I was about 12 years old. I did start using the toilet on and off when I started school, but continued to wet the bed at night. I was intorduced to cotton undies for daytime but could shake the appeal for the feeling and emotion that went with going in my pants. !wanted the attention and wanted to be changed

I've trained myself to wet the bed again and am now reliably wet every night without memory of waking to void. I have no desires to try and re-potty train myself to stop wetting the bed, but it has occured to me that although there are many on forums such as DD that have reported regressing to wetting the bed, I haven't heard of anyone training themselfs to wet the bed again and then training themselfs to stop wetting the bed after that. So, my question is have you or anyone you know done that? If so, how?

I haven’t been changed by someone else in many years but it is something I think about often. Growing up, I had my diaper changed by my mother and grandmother most of the time. My aunt and a sitter watched me at times and would also change me. I Was a bedwetter until age 11 or 12 and at about age 7 discovered the pleasure of messing. My night diaper went on after dinner and bath and I would play in my room until bedtime. I would poop in my diaper and tell mom or grandma. They would usually take me to the back bedroom and have me lie on the bed. I can remember like yesterday the sound of the tapes being ripped away (this was long before pull-ups). I would always take a peek down there to check out my work. My grandma was a talker and would make comments while she was changing me.. “.Whewee! “ Or “messy boy” ..or sometimes a bit of a scolding from mom like “you are too big to be messing your britches”. I loved the attention and kept doing it. I miss being changed. I wish I had the courage to ask my wife to do it!

I responded to a post in a different part of the forum and it triggered a thought. I wondered how many of us have consciously or unconsciously responded to bad potty training. What were your memories of bad potty training? Here is one I recall, and for those of you who may have read this earlier, sorry. (I did edit it a little from before) In RL my mother told of her sister-in-law. Her kids were too old to not be toilet trained (probably 2 1/2 by 1950s standards) And she would spank them on loaded training pants. My mother's comment was "It makes the clean up much harder." So I remembered the vague memory. My mom would have cleaned us and given a good paddling. Wet ones would have been dealt with the same way. And in either case it would be followed by putting your red butt on the potty chair. And then spending some time strapped to it.

Did anyone else like to secretly read the toilet training chapters of your parents’ baby care books as a kid? And/or the parts about accidents, and bedwetting, and diapers....? Did you ever look up words related to wetting and diapers in the dictionary, and the library catalogue? Find all the diaper-related ads in catalogues, grocery store flyers and magazines? Walk down the diaper aisle at the store at every opportunity? Remember every single mention of someone being desperate, or needing their diaper changed, or ‘having an accident’ in every story you ever read and every conversation you heard? What else did you do like this? Here's how some of it started for me. About 5 seconds into puberty I accidentally gave myself some very good feelings wriggling around trying to hold it in when I was desperate to pee. I didn’t have an accident or anything, but suddenly I was really aroused by imagining having one. Holding until I couldn’t, and helplessly wetting my pants or bed like I often had as a younger kid. Memories came ‘flooding back,’ and with them a sudden bunch of questions I’d never thought about before. How old was I when I was potty trained? What was it like for my parents when I was not-quite-potty-trained? Did I really just have accidents everywhere for a while? What must it feel like to be in diapers? Being nerdy and bookish and genuinely curious, I found my parents’ copy of Dr. Spock's Baby and Child Care. Along with learning a few basic facts about my diaper years, I quickly discovered that reading about all this gave me lots of tingly feelings and urges about doing it. Some of my earliest pee play consisted of wearing makeshift diapers (or just my pyjamas or pants), making myself desperate and literally wetting myself like a baby to the words and sentences in that book that made me feel that way. Not long afterwards, I was doing the same to ads for Pampers and plastic baby pants in my parents’ magazines. I kind of discovered ageplay this way, imagining being the babies in the ads as I really did what babies do in their diapers. Or I’d be a 2 or 3 or 4 year old in the Dr. Spock chapter, failing potty training in my diapers or pants in any of a hundred ways… Forgetting to go and doing it where I sat... Not being able to hold it any more in a car or a store... Hurrying to the bathroom clutching myself a minute too late, and feeling it running all down my pantlegs on the way. Which all felt so freeing, exciting and good that I still have favourite sentences from that chapter and some of those ads memorized.

Hey everybody, have read the stories here for a long time and finally wrote my own. Let me know if it is any good or what I should improve on. It is only partially done. Points System I. Discovery and Beginning It was a normal summer day in Bellingham, Washington for single mother Annie Rodrigues. The rainy season had finally ended and both of her college aged daughters were home. Her oldest, Emily, had just come off of a great third year at the University of Washington. She was on the honor’s roll, in the marching band, and was just elected Vice-President of her sorority. On top of all of that, she was quite the looker with her olive, sun kissed skin and flowing black hair. Her life seemed perfect in every way, and she plugged along knowing that it was going to stay that way. Her youngest, Danielle on the other hand was coming off of a tougher first year of college. Smart as a whip and athletic she had accepted a running scholarship to Washington State University. Like her older sister she was athletic with the same tan skin, but instead she was shorter and thinner, about 5’3 112 pounds. Washington State however did not turn out like she wanted it to. She struggled with injuries on the track and never really got her feet under her. For somebody so accustomed to success this was difficult. Further, the culture of the school was not to her liking. As an athlete she had to live a disciplined lifestyle, staying away from drinking and drugs. Unfortunately for her, life at WSU revolved around partying hard, and it was hard for her to find a social group. Even though she succeeded academically, she was miserable and worn out from WSU and wanted to go home. She decided she was going to transfer to Western and live at home for her remaining college years. Understanding that her daughter had just come home from a tough situation and was feeling worn out, Annie decided she was going to do Danielle’s laundry. It was not something she would normally do but she was just so glad that she was home that she wanted to be generous. Danielle was still sleeping there peacefully as Annie walked in. It was early enough that she would not be getting up in a couple of hours anyways. As she got to her daughter’s laundry basket she smelled a smell she had not smelled in a very long time, not since Danielle was 7 and stopped wetting the bed, stale urine. She quickly grabbed the laundry basket and headed to the laundry room. Digging through her daughter’s laundry was telling to say the least. Almost every pair of panties had small urine stains as though she did not wipe well enough or allowed a dribble of pee into them. Annie was distressed, she knows she taught her daughter better than that! Her daughter was just being lazy and it was unsanitary. How could she allow herself to just sit in her own urine all the time. She knew that fast action was necessary and hatched a quick plan. Her daughter was going to have to go through potty training all over again, and only once she was able to prove that she was able to keep her pants dry would she be allowed to graduate. Looking at the clock and it being only 7:15 AM, she knew she had about 2 hours to put her plan into action. This was going to be quite the summer. II. Shopping Without throwing the clothes into the washer, Annie sped on down to the local Walmart. Once there she made a beeline for the diapers aisle. Checking through her options she found exactly what she was looking for. It was a new product from Kimberly Clark. In response to calls from parents and caregivers, Kimberly Clark released a new Goodnite called the Goodnite All Days. The l-xl size fit people from 85-125 pounds so it should fit Danielle just like her panties did. They had some other features that distinguished them from regular Goodnites. For one, they were a little bit thicker, presumably so they could hold more, and they had space in the back for messy accidents. They were also designed as training panties. They had fade when wet designs, on the first type of print it was pink and flower themed. When wet, the flowers effected would fade. The second was purple and it had a picture of the Elsa from frozen. When wet a big snowflake on the front would fade. They were exactly the kind of new underwear her daughter needed, so she bought a whole box of 128. If Danielle performed well that would be the only box she would need. Then she hit up the stationary section. She picked out stickers, poster paper, and some markers. The summer of training was about to begin. When she got home, Danielle’s older sister, Emily, was awake. Annie did not want this to be a traumatizing experience, despite it being kind of a punishment so she touched base with her about what was going to happen. She thought it was going to be more difficult, but Emily was very supportive of her younger sister. In fact, she volunteered to help Annie potty train her sister by assisting with “checks”. The only rule she had to follow was to never make fun of Danielle, or to tell anybody about it or it would be akin to volunteering to join. Scared at the prospect of this, Emily solemnly agreed to the conditions. Then, they both heard a stirring upstairs, Danielle was awake and coming downstairs. Annie then turned to Emily and said, “Talk to her a minute, I need to get her new things ready.” III. A New Day for Danielle Danielle awoke, “huh another boring day in Bellingham” she thought as she stretched out. Her panties were damp from letting her pee dribble a little bit last night, but it wasn’t really an accident, and her sheets had only a small puddle right where it was already slightly yellow stained anyways. She didn’t need to have these accidents, she just could not will herself to leave her bed for just a little bit of pee. It was too warm, and she figured it was not worth it. Groggily, she threw on some sweatpants and trudged downstairs. She needed her coffee, and that was all she cared about at the moment. Downstairs she was met by her older sister who seemed extra chatty this morning. “ I just don’t understand morning people” Danielle thought as she politely chatted away with her sister. She could not help but feel a pang of jealousy towards her, Emily was so successful, and Danielle felt broken for having to come home. Oh well, at least her coffee was here for her. Meanwhile upstairs, Annie was frantically working. Danielle’s entire pantie drawer was emptied out and placed into trash bags. When she showed that she deserved them back, she would go ahead and just buy her new ones. These ones were trashed anyways she reasoned. Then, meticulously so that it was easy to keep count. As long as Danielle was good about keeping her in the loop she could be in charge of her own pullups. Then up in the middle of the wall above the pullups she hung the potty chart divided into days of the week. There was a spot for each day and then an 8th spot as well titled “Total”. Then like an alarm clock waking her up in the morning, she heard the shower turn on, it was time to grab Danielle’s last pair of panties and begin retraining. Danielle turned the shower on hoping to soak in a long day of nothing. The shower was where she had her best thoughts, where she felt she looked the best, and her favorite part of her routine. She loved the way the water hit her skin, and how she was able to play with her hair. Though she got grief for it from her sister for being a slowpoke the shower was a time of solace. Because the bathroom was a relatively open setup, she did not blink an eye as her mom came in the room and gathered up her clothes. She must be doing a load in the wash is all she thought. She did not even notice the sticky note she placed on her towel. After a good long time, she got out. Right as she was about to dry herself off she read the note that said, “Meet me in your room, ASAP!” IV. The Reveal Now she was scared, she had no idea what she had done wrong. If anything, she was always a bit of a goody-goody. In high school she cried all the way home after she was offered a beer at a party for God’s sake. There could not be anything boy related, not that her mom would even care, because she just never sook it out really. Regardless, the walk from the bathroom to her room covered in just a towel felt like a marathon. Annie was ready, she had the pee-stained panties in her hand, she had the covers drawn off the bed to showcase the puddle stain in the middle of the bed, and she had the board all set up. When the door opened, Danielle did not stand a chance. “Sit down dear, there is something very serious we need to talk about” said Annie. Danielle, could only gulp her nervousness into her throat. “I did a load of wash this morning and I am wondering if you could explain this!” she said as she pointed to the pee stained panties. Danielle just stammered something resembling words, but no thoughts. “I thought so,” Annie continued. “It seems to me as though you have taken a major step backwards in terms to your hygiene. Every single one of your panties had pee on them. I do not know if this is because you fail to wipe properly or what, but it is not how I raised you! Further, looking at this spot on the bed, it seems as though this is a 24/7 kind of problem. So, I have a 24/7 kind of solution. You are being repotty trained effective immediately.” Danielle’s whole body fell numb. She did not even know what this could entail. Repotty training?!? She had gotten it right the first time. Maybe this won’t be so bad though and be more like monitoring than anything. If that is the case, then it would be just annoying. The imposing chart titled, “Danielle’s Potty Chart” with days of the week marked on it scared her. It was at least going to be kind of serious. In a moment of frightened curiosity, she blurted out, “What does that even mean?” Her Mom snickered, thinking that she is falling right into place. “Well, open up your underwear drawer to find out.” What was in there stunned Danielle. “Diapers! Mom please no, not diapers! I’ll do anything!” Undeterred, Annie shushed her down and replied, “Those are not diapers, they are pullups, and for all intents and purposes they are you undies until you can prove to me that you deserve big girl panties. You should also know that they are arranged in 16 stacks of 8 so I know exactly how many there are at any given time. That way you cannot hide any accidents.” This did little to assuage Danielle’s fears. A quiet tear fell down her face. “If you want to live in this house anymore, you have to do it under my rules, and my rules say that girls who potty their pants need to earn back their panties. You can always leave, but just know that you won’t get the same kind of support out there as you do here” After hearing that she knew she was stuck. V. Rules The tears were streaming down her face consistently now as she was beginning to consider what her life was. Here she was, an athletic, smart, 19 year-old college student about to go through a life milestone that is usually finished 16 years earlier. In a final desperate move to try and get out of it, if only for a day she sniffled, “I bet they don’t even fit” looking at the juvenile garments which seemed aimed at somebody much younger than her. Sadly, this trick was in vain when her mom replied, “Ok, let’s try them out, and if they do not fit, we’ll pretend this never even happened.” Annie grabbed the first one off the first stack, it was a pink one with flowers on it and she told her daughter to stand up. In a moment of desperate hubris thinking that the pullup would rip at the sides as it got pulled up, Danielle complied. Annie fluffed out the pullup making sure that the double leak guards on the side were separated, and she said, “Ok, first foot in” and Danielle stepped in not unlike a 2 year old, “next foot in” Danielle complied. Looking down, Danielle’s confidence faltered a bit. The pullup was bigger than it seemed. Then with the skill and speed of a mother, Annie brought it all the way up. To Danielle’s horror it fit perfectly. Her thin runner’s legs did nothing to disrupt its travel up. It even seemed a little big to her as it rose to about one-inch below her belly button. She could not help but notice how thick they seemed. They were obviously designed for somebody to go in them a lot. The bulk made it a little difficult to walk without rubbing against the bottom of it a little bit. This created a rustling noise, which to her was deafening, but was honestly not noticeable unless one knew what they were looking for. The tears were gone by now though, it was just shock. She had been reduced to a mere potty training toddler with an undergarment that announced to the world that she could not keep her pants dry. Never did she think she would miss something like underwear so much. In that moment she longed for the simple lightness of them instead of the constant extra weight and bulk reminding her of her new life. “Perfect!” exclaimed Annie. They fit even better than she thought they would. In fact, she could even gain quite a few pounds and the fit would still be good. She carefully checked the leg guards, they formed a perfect seal down there. “So, I think you want to know how this whole potty training thing is going to work”. Danielle gulped and let out a weak, “Yeah”. A “From now on, unless you are in the shower, until you graduate to big girl panties, you are always going to be protected. By always, I mean always. You have shown the need for that kind of care. Your underwear will be determined by points which we will keep track on the board for you. Right now, as you can tell you are wearing pullups. Pullups are for big girls who sometimes cannot make it. Every accident in the pullups has a point total. Your first accident in the day is one point, your second one is two points and so on. Night time accidents count as one-half point but you can elect to be diapered at night and accidents in diapers do not count towards point. Let me warn you though, it is impossible to get to big girl panties if you are in diapers at night. If you choose that you will be diapered at 7pm until 8am, and all bathroom needs must be done in your diapers. Diapers are for girls who are not even ready for training yet, so do not even bother asking to be let out of them. Though I doubt it will ever come to it, messy accidents count as 5 points. If you score 1 point or less for the week you get panties back, if you score 5.5 points or higher it is back to diapers for a whole diaper case for you. Then we can try again. Your sister and I can choose to check you at any time. All we have to do is say, “Check position” and you will put your hands on your head with your feet slightly more than shoulder width apart. This will make it easier for us to tell. Also, as long as you are in protection, you are not allowed to wear anything that covers your pullup or diaper in the house so we can tell if you need changing. In public you must wear pants we can pull down easily like sweats, or a skirt that we can just check under. You can also tell us that you have had an accident, but you must take responsibility for it, and that does not mean you need a change. For now, because you are in pullups if you need to go potty let your sister or I know so we can observe you. Going potty without us counts as an accident and will be worth one point. Hiding an accident by having an unauthorized change counts as 3 points. Your diapers will be arriving in a couple of days, but if you choose to be diapered tonight just let me know and we’ll pretend your pullups are diapers. Do you understand?” Danielle’s mind was racing, it was all so much to take in. Random checks, a point system, a diaper option, real diapers whatever that means, and needing to ask her mom or sister to use the bathroom all seemed like a lot. All the while, the extra weight across her hips and rubbing against her lower regions kept reminding her of her new status. For a second she thought about going away and striking out on her own, but that was clearly not practical. On the positive, she thought, I’m 19. I can get through a week without having more than one accident, they’re only little dribbles anyways. Then, I will get my panties back, be super careful, and this will all be past me. With all the confidence a grown woman in only pullups with nothing to cover them, she replied to her mother, “Yes I understand.” VI. The First Day Being allowed only a shirt to cover herself was a big adjustment. Her first selection, a rather long shirt by design was disallowed because it was too long. She ended up with a cute t-shirt that barely got to the top of her pullup. She used to wear this shirt to display a little bit of skin above her pants, but now its purpose was to show everybody if she was dry or not. Luckily she had nothing planned that day, except for staying at home. She was too mentally exhausted to do anything else at this point anyways and was terrified of being seen. If any of her high school friends or kids at the college found out about this she would be the weird diaper girl for the rest of time. That was not the fate she hoped for. As time crept by, she started to feel a little bit better though. The crinkling was not too loud, and as long as the room was not silent she could hardly notice it. The pullup itself was not too obvious under clothing probably. Yes it was kind of thick, but not enough to where it would be a problem, especially under skirts or dresses. In fact, it was downright comfortable. The material was soft and created a slight cushion wherever she sat down. It was warm, safe and secure. And as much as she hated to admit it, the pink and the flowers were kind of cute. “Check position!” her mom yelled out, spooking her a bit as she swooped in from behind. Quick as lightning she spread her legs out just a bit and reached her hands up. Annie began the check, first by methodically pulling back the back to check for messes, and then feeling the bottom to check if it was wet. Then, she worked her way up to the front and made sure the flower was still there. “Good job pumpkin! You passed your first check!” Annie exclaimed. It had been over an hour though since the training began, and up to this point Danielle had not gone to the bathroom. That coffee must be just about through her, Annie thought. Oh well, best not to ask. Right after the check, Danielle felt the beginnings of the need to pee, and because it was coffee pooing was not far behind. She felt awkward about asking her mother or her sister for help going potty. It was something she had done herself for years at this point, so it was going to be quite a pride injury to ask. So, like all people tasked with an uncomfortable task, she put it off. 5 minutes quickly became 10 and the pressure in her bladder grew, her stomach gurgled. She was going to have to face her fears. VII. Rush Danielle was doing the full on potty dance, squeezing her legs together, hopping from leg to the other as she came up desperately to her mother. Seeing this, Annie asked, “Does somebody need to go potty?” “Yes mommy! Please hurry,” was Danielle’s response. Hand in hand they walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Danielle was feeling on the verge of losing control, but was exerting all of her energy into keeping it in. The door swung open, and Danielle burst in. “Danielle, slow down! Mommy needs to help you with your pullups!” Danielle was so desperate she did not care that just yesterday she would have had the ability to do this all in private, she just needed success. With one motion her mother pulled her pullups down, while sitting her on the toilet. No sooner had she sat down did a river of piss shoot out into the toilet bowl. Her crap shortly followed. Another minute and that would have surely been in my pullup she thought. She was so relieved to have made it. She went for a couple minutes, and then declared she was done. Then, as though teaching a child, her mother wiped her and “taught her” how to do it. It was humiliating, but she did not care because she did not have an accident. While wiping, Annie gave her daughter’s pullup a thorough check for any leaks. Dry as a bone. “Great job dear! You’re such a big girl. Go pick out a sticker for your pullup! Every time you make it successfully you get a sticker so you can show mommy and big sissy what a big girl you are!” VIII. Conflicted Big Sister Rewards have a weird effect on people. Normally, a 19 year old being given a sticker (for their training pants no less) would be a rock bottom event. For some reason though, because it was a reward, Danielle was excited about it. Annie brought out a sheet of all kinds of stickers, and asked, “Which one do you want?” “The gold star!” Danielle replied “Ok dear, a gold star for my gold star.” Annie replied as she stuck it on her daughter’s pullup prominently. “Now go show your sister” Emily was conflicted. She felt badly for her sister because being forced to wear pullups or be kicked out of the house is not much of a choice. Though the hours since the original shock had worn down, and the tears have stopped, she could tell that Danielle was still ashamed and upset at her new downgraded status. She felt even worse that because she is older, she has to help out with the process. On the other hand, it reminded her of her much younger days when Danielle was potty training the first time. There was no competition there, no feelings of resentment about having a successful college experience, they just loved each other. In fact, back then they were inseparable. Seeing Danielle bopping around in what was essentially a diaper took her back. Also, she had to admit that her sister looked kind of cute in it. It gave her an innocence and an excuse to show off her nice toned legs around the house. Danielle also got to be the center of attention, which felt nice to be out of for the moment. Her thoughts were broken by her sister triumphantly strutting back in the room. She was wearing a wide grin. Understanding her role in repotty training her sister, Emily asked, “Why the big smile Danielly?” Embarrassed because she knew it was not anything she should have been proud of, all Danielle could do was blush and point at her star sticker. Knowing that positive reinforcement was important, Emily began congratulating her, “What a big girl! I bet soon all of your pullups are gonna be covered in stars until you get panties! I’m so proud of you!” Danielle blushed more. Deep down she knew that this was totally unnecessary, she had just been a normal adult yesterday, but the mind games it was playing on her was intense. She loved the attention, the rewards, the praise, but she loved being an adult more and she could not wait for the week to be over. IX. Night Time At 7 o’clock, Annie called Emily over. “Since you are potty training, night time for you starts right now. Once you go to bed, if you elect to, all pullup accidents count as a half point. But if you choose, we can call those pullups diapers until your real diapers arrive. Then you would have to do all potties in your pullups until 8 tomorrow. What do you choose?” Danielle was taken aback, this was not even a real choice, of course she would keep the training up. If she chose diapers that would be like quitting, also it was her only way at keeping this a one week ordeal. “Pullups” she said confidently. “Ok, dear, if you need to go potty at anytime in the night just come and wake me up.” A couple of hours later at 9, Emily came up to Danielle and announced time for bed. Danielle protested a little bit, but the reality was she was wiped out from a mentally exhausting day. She hit the pillow and was out like a rock. ‘For such a stressful day her dreams were really peaceful. They all involved nature in some way. In the final one she hiked to a big waterfall and got to jump in. The feeling of the water all around her was relaxing. Before she knew it, she was being roused awake by her Mom. X. Morning “Wake up sleepyhead” Annie said softly as she patted her daughter’s back. Emily awoke, amazed at how well she slept. Her pullup felt a little heavier than she remembered, but she figured she was just getting used to being awake and padded. As she undid her covers though, a shocking sight beheld her. Her flowers were gone. Her pullup had done its job perfectly. The Goodnite All-Day held the entire accident, which judging by the droop and the fact that the pee had spread out to much of it, was a substantial one. “Uh oh, looks like somebody had an accident” Annie remarked. Danielle burst into tears. This cannot be happening she thought. She hadn’t had a real accident in years, and here she was standing in front of her mother is a droopy pullup. She noticed that the pullup had gotten a little bit bigger and had a yellowish tint now to it. She felt about 6 inches tall. Noticing her daughter’s tears, Annie jumped into mother mode. “Shh, shh it’s ok, accidents happen and that is what pullups are for. See your bed is dry, and this is way better than waking up in a wet bed right?” Danielle could only sniffle agreement, the fact that it was better than that did not make it good. She then grabbed her mother for a big hug and held it there for a minute. That seemed to calm her down. After Danielle calmed down, her mother led her over to her “pantie” drawer. “Grab the next one in the stack dear” Danielle grabbed the Frozen themed purple one. She loved that movie, and was going to make it her mission to keep that snowflake on. She went up to her mother with it. “Since you were wet, I’m gonna have to change you, but if you are dry I would have let you do it.” Annie grabbed the sides of the sodden pullup, and ripped. She then balled it up and threw it in the trash. Next she brought out a yoga mat which she labeled, “Danielle’s changing mat”. This thing ran deep. Lay down on your mat dear, Danielle complied. “Legs apart” Annie said as she began to wipe her grown daughter clean. Then came the powder, after all the prep work, she stood her daughter back up with her arms on her shoulders for balance. “Ok, right foot in, left foot in.” And the change was done. Annie then handed Danielle a marker. “Go up to your chart and put a big .5 in for Monday. That was your score for yesterday. Obediently, Danielle headed to the chart and in the first slot put a .5 in it for all to see. There is something harsh about having to record your own potty training failures as an adult, but it was part of “getting with the program”. Danielle was dejected though, she thought that this week would be a cakewalk, and she would just be putting straight 0s on the board. Instead, she was one mistake away from prolonging this situation another week. On the positive, she at least had room to make a mistake still, and the night must have been a one off. XI. A Good Day For Danielle Tuesday was another day that Danielle did not have anything planned. She quietly ate breakfast as her mother told her sister about her last night’s accident. Nothing was private any more she thought. Emily felt genuinely bad for Danielle, but figured that since she actually did pee her pullup that this might be necessary instead of just an overreaction. At about 10, Danielle asked her mom if she could go on a run. Thinking about how this would work out, they figured out a system to allow it to happen. She would be allowed to run as long as she wore her GPS watch to ensure that she did not take any unauthorized bathroom breaks along the way. Otherwise, there was not problem to running Annie felt, and the running could do her daughter well. Elated, Danielle rushed back to her room. This would be the first time she would be allowed to cover her humiliating, infantile undergarments. Her first pair of running shorts were a white pair. Though they covered her pullups, the purple shown through and anybody would notice them underneath. Next, she chose the black pair, though they were a little bit shorter, they still covered it up mostly. There was a slight bulge, and the top of her pullup rose about a quarter inch above her shorts, but as long as she wore a shirt nobody would be able to tell. She settled on this one. After a quick check which of course yielded nothing, she was on her way. Though it did not work out at Washington State and she would not be running at Western, she still ran as a way to clear her heads. There is no better place in the world to run besides Bellingham she thought, as she took off down the beautiful trails. Even though the pullup she had on slightly brought her legs further apart, for just a moment she was able to pretend that she was not a 19 year old girl going through a toddler’s right of passage. Instead, she got to be a 19 year old girl again. The nature cleared her mind and for the first time in over a day she felt as though she was thinking clearly. After 3 miles she turned around, she only wanted to do 6 miles because she was afraid that she might chafe. Home that day was a success. Danielle made it to the bathroom 4 times easily, and earned a sticker each time. Admiring her success, she felt that the four gold stars across the top of her pullup made her like a General. General Pottytime! Nothing could stop her. Every single check came across bone dry, and though the praise was for something so normal, she was loving the praise and attention. Both her mom and her sister were just so affectionate and acting so juiced every time she made it. Though she would not admit it, she loved it every time they congratulated her. That night as she crawled into bed, she fell asleep with a big smile. XII. Delivery Day Danielle successfully woke up and used the potty that night, with her mother’s supervision of course. The next morning, she got to experience the joys of ending a successful day. She got to take off her old bone dry pullup and put her new one on. Oh the simple joys of freedom! Then, the satisfaction of writing a big “0” right in the Tuesday slot was amazing. That was not even hard yesterday she thought. Just 5 more days! At breakfast Annie had big news for her, she was getting an important delivery today. Naively her mind wondered what it could be, maybe more running gear, or clothes or something else nice. Little did she know that her second guess was sort of right. The UPS truck pulled up at around 11am. Danielle had just come back from her run, and was about to hop in the shower. The doorbell startled and excited her. From her vantage point upstairs she saw her mother bring in a pretty big, non-descript box. Realizing that she should get a hold of herself, she hopped in the shower. In the shower she daydreamt, perhaps it was a new computer, the box was certainly big enough to hold that. While showering, her mom came in and said, “After your done sweetie, meet me in your room, I have to show you your delivery.” Excitedly she cut her shower short, dried off and got back into dresscode. She rushed over to her room, and there over the big box was her mom. Danielle grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through the tape that held together the box, disappointment met her. On that first day, her mom did plenty of research and found baby-like adult diapers with massive wetness capabilities. They came in so many cute designs, and would absolutely fit her daughter. She could not decide which one Danielle might like best, so she bought the mixed pack of 80 just in case. Watching her daughter open the box, she knew that she would get a rise out of her. “So these are the real diapers? They are huge! There’s no way I will ever wear one! I cannot possibly hide these under clothes! Why did you do this, why are there so many?!?” Danielle exclaimed. “Well, you never know how your training is going to go, so I bought these just in case, also the designs are fun and if you have to go back to wearing them that means you need all the protection you can get. Also remember, if you wash out of training you have to finish this whole case before you get to try again.” Danielle quietly determined it was never, ever going to come down to that. Those would just live in her mother’s room until she got tired of this whole threat. In a huff, Danielle did not interact with her mother for the rest of the day except for when her mother came over for checks. For all bathroom needs she just went with Emily, who though not as effusive in her praise, was still willing to go with her. In fact, going with Emily felt more normal, like it was something that she used to do long ago in a time she did not remember quite well. Emily, though weirded out by it all, was kind of enjoying it as well. She could not help but think about how cute her sister looked in the pullup, and how her sister was enjoying all of the attention lavished on her. It was fun having her sister have to rely on her again for once, and it was fun to help her out, but she also could not help but feel a little bit jealous too.

Dan and Sarah were young parents to 3yr old twins Lilly and Liam who they loved dearly. Sarah worked at the local bakery a few hours a week but she was home most of the time with the twins, and Dan worked a couple days a week, trying to provide for his family. He finally was able to book a family holiday to Disneyland in Florida, the