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  1. Rebbecca worked at an old law firm, one that had been started about 90 years ago! Old Mr. Snedly's father had started it! Passed it on to his son old Mr. Snedly, who brought his son Middle Mr. Snedly on as a partner, who brought his son Young Mr. Snedly in as a partner! Young was misleading he was almost 60. She had worked for him for about 10 years! They had hired her right out of University, and she had worked for them since! She was considered beautiful, she had to beat Old Mr. Snedly off with a stick, he might be old as dirt, but he certainly was a dirty old man! It kept her on her toes, he followed her to the lady's restroom one day, seveal years ago! That was her hiding place up until then! She was blonde, which some people thought meant stupid! They had bought into the dumb blonde jokes! She liked it when the men underestimated her she was no blonde joke, you did that and she would hand you your ass! She still went to the gym about two or three times a week where she did Zumba and did cardiovascular exercises. Plus she lifted weights! Her body was toned, as she got older, it was getting harder to stay that way! Rebbecca was also married to her husband of about 8 years Stuart or Stu as everyone called him! He was a a cop, well he was in charge of Dispatch for the local Police Department. He had cought a few bullits and it left him with some medical issues one was his lung was damaged running made him pass out, the one good lung he had left couldn't keep up with the oxygen needs of his body, so he would pass out! He still lifted lots of weights and worked out with machines! Just nothing that involved running or lots of cardiovascular exercises! Rebbecca Called Stu and told him that it looks like another late night for her tonight! Should I save you dinner Becca? That's what he called her. Better not it looks like until the wee hours of the morning! We got that lawsuit that were fighting for our client! Looks like a late night strategy meeting, they will probably bring us in food! Sorry I can't spend this beautiful Friday night with you dear, Rebbecca said! Well maybe I'll see you late, late tonight Stu said, you know I love you Mrs Phelps! Yes I am aware Mr. Phelps! See you when I get home then, maybe! It was another boring strategy meeting, Rebecca was fried, she had started work at 7 am and here it was almost midnight in about 19 minutes! Old Mr. Snedly was dozing off she didn't mind at least when he was asleep he wasn't chasing her! Since the Senior partner was falling asleep they decided that the meeting needed to end! It would be midnight in 12 minutes. She got out of there as fast as she possibly could, into her car, onto the freeway, and home, her watch read 12:07 am as se walked through the door. She started dropping clothes her jacket then her blouse her bra came next! Dammit if it didn't feel great to unleash her girls! Her tweed skirt was unziped, it was the companion to her jacket, dropped about 1/2 the way up the stairs! Her panty hose was next. As she she arrived at the door clad only in her panties she took them off so she was entirely naked as she entered her bed room! Stu was aseep she was naked, she had a thought of her and Stu getting it on, or one of Stu's favorite a lick in the whiskers! She pulled the blankets down on her side of the bed and there they were! Her two thick nighttime diapers and her plastic panties! And her pajamas! Stu was so conciderate! At 32 years old Rebbecca still wet her bed, like she had when she was 5,15 or 25, she had never stopped! She checked Stu, sure enough he had his protection on for the night! When he was shot a bullit hit the nerve that controls Stu's bladder in the day time he's not got a probem! At night he culdnt stay dry if his life depended on it, just like her! They had met when Stu was suing the city! They weren't going to dismiss him due to being left a bed wetter! But was suing claiming that there were other jobs that he could do, like dispatch lead! The job had been given to a female but since he met the criteria, and was a male they had overlooked him! He was claiming sexual harrasment! She ended up being his attorney! They won the case he was able to do the dispatch coordinator job! During the trial his medical issues were brought up including his bed wetting!
  2. My Story. How do I put this? I think I'm the most miserable man alive. I'm 60 years old, growing up I was a hard worker. I grew up in farming country. I hauled enough alfalfa bales, branded and castrated calves. Picked potatoes. Milked cows. fixed miles of fencing, If it was farm-related I have done it. I was a garbage man, not one of those guys that drive up with a truck that automatically picks up the can and dumps it, oh no I rode on the back and another guy and I dumped your cans. I also did construction, building your houses. We were putting a wall up and it fell hitting me in the lower back. I also volunteered at my local fire department. I also rode rodeo in my younger days, I liked the saddle broncos. I stayed away from the bull riding. In my opinion, you have to have a few screws loose to ride a bull, that or a death wish! Anybody that will willingly get on a ton of animal with the intent of killing you isn't right in the head. The reason I tell you these things is that now that I'm 60, I've had surgeries to fix several things. I hurt from head to toe the doctors say its arthritis from all the crap I did when I was younger. It's in my ankles, knees my left knee is about twice the size of my right knee. Lower back combination of jumping off the garbage truck before it stopped, and the wall that fell on me. Shoulders injured the right when it came out of socket had it fixed once surgically only to have it tear again. Nothing left to work with to repair it again. The left one hurts now because of overuse from compensating for the right. Right wrist I've had 3 bones removed from it in a procedure called a Radical Row Carpectomy. They took out the carpal bones. That I'm sure is from my rodeo days. I also have had a hernia operation. This caused me to start to wet my bed when I sleep. This has baffled my doctors usually this doesn't cause Enuresis but it did on me. I wasn't a bedwetter growing up. Until I hit 56 years old and had the surgery to repair a hernia. I've been married 3 times the first wife, she divorced me saying I was too damn ornery to live with. #2 was on her way back from work one night and some asshole that had been drinking at the local bar all day thought he was in good enough condition to drive, he wasn't he hit Beth running her into the river. She died of not the accident but of hypothermia, it was December right before Christmas. Wife #3 died about 6 months ago she got Ovarian Cancer she was pretty much gone before it was diagnosed. This is where my life changed. After her death, her brother Rusty ( not Russell but Rusty), his wife had left him. Out of the blue, he called me and asked if he and his daughter Yvette could move in with me. Rusty had one of those jobs where he was gone a lot, oil rigs he was gone like two months at a time then home for 3 weeks. He needed a babysitter for Yvette. He was family and I was always taught you helped out family. They arrived I had forgotten Yvette was almost 17 years old. She looked like her mom. Blond, green-eyed and compact she was only 5 foot 1 or 2 but at 16 she had a rack. The last time I had seen her she was 9 or 10 years old. She had grown and filled out. You might be thinking what a pervert! It's just the radical change she had gone through I was 43 years older than her. Way too old to do anything about it and old enough to know better to try! Like I said after one of my surgeries, for my hernia. I started wetting my bed. It wasn't every night maybe once-twice a week sometimes three or four never more than six. I bought good diapers. I usually didn't have leaks maybe once a month. Tonight was that night. After waking at 0400 hours and finding myself and my sheets soaked, I let a few cuss words fly I got in and took a shower. Lets put it this way I was awake now. I then had to take my sodden linen to the basement where the washing machine was. I was trying to be very quiet as this was where Yvette's bedroom was, I didn't want her catching me washing my wet sheets and pj's. I had just gotten my sheets and things into the washer. I heard Yvette stirring and crying, she was letting loose similar language to what I had used. I heard her coming from her room still cussing about something. She had her sheets and from the looks of things they were in a similar state as there ones I had placed in the washer myself. She had wet her bed as well. Except when she shoved the pile into the washer she saw me and I saw the soaked goodnight she had on. Uhm she said when she saw me. Her shirt was wet as well that she still had on. I saw the trembling of her lower lip, I knew she was going to cry! I hate it when I'm right. Hey, hey whats the matter I asked? Now you know why my mom didn't want me I'm a bedwetter. So what I said I know lots of bedwetters, who she asked through the tears? You know that girl on the next block, Cathy or Cassie? The name escaped me at the moment. Cassidy, she offered? Yeah, she used to run around every day with her shorts wet. In the crotch area. Her mom is a real witch about it I asked her one time about why she wet herself every day? She told me why not she still pisses her bed every night. The crying was growing fainter who, who else she asked? Did I dare tell her me? How about me I asked? You, she said, all tears were stopped. Look in the washer those sheets didn't wet themselves. She looked in and for one of the first times saw my load and put hers in with mine then she did something that shocked the hell out of me, she took her wet tee shirt off and threw it in with my clothes and sheets. This girl was naked all except her wet goodnight. I looked her straight in the eyes that way I wouldn't stare at her bare chest. Why don't you go get cleaned up, I asked? Okay, Uncle Eddy. With that, she was off. I heard her turn the shower on in the bathroom in the basement. I put her wet sheets and clothing in with mine. When I heard her turn the shower off I started the washer. I went and started fixing breakfast. She came to the kitchen. She would look at me and when I would look at her she would look away. Is there something wrong I asked her? Uhm can I ask you a question? I think you just did I joked. No, that's not it she smiled. Uhm your bedwetting have you always... That's what her question was. Wet my bed I finished? Yeah, she said relieved. No, I had some surgery that caused it, I've only been wetting my bed about 4 years now, why? I never stopped she said. It used to piss my mom off something terrible, she yelled, spanked, restricted my fluids at night. But I still woke up wet the next morning. Even my dad doesn't like the fact that I'm almost ready to drive, but I still can't sleep dry. You're the only adult that didn't have a cow when you found out I still wet my bed. Probably because I understand what you go through every morning I said. By the way, we need to get you better protection at night, those goodnights are made cheap but expensive, per Cassidy 's mother. You feel like skipping school to go do some shopping, I asked? Is the Pope Catholic, she responded? We visited the hospital supply store where I get my diapers from. I found they have the best choice of incontinent supplies in the city. She found some purple things she liked called Molicare. We were getting ready to leave when we heard a commotion. It was Cassidy and her mom. They were there to get diapers for Cassidy, Cassidy was fighting her mom at every step. Yvette and I were seen by Cassidy, she turned about seven shades of red at seeing us. She was embarrassed. Yvette went up and I saw her talk to Cassidy for a few seconds. I saw Cassidy calm down. I know Yvette had just admitted to Cassidy that she wet her bed as well. I saw Cassidy pick out the same purple diapers that Yvette had. Cassidy's mother was flabbergasted that it had been that easy. I knew Yvette had made a good friend in Cassidy. I still remember when she ran around with a wet crotch all the time. Yvette came and asked if Cassidy could come home with her, her mom said it was okay! Now I had two girls playing hooky from school!
  3. Shannon was twenty five. She lived in the same small town that she grew up in. All of her friends moved onto college long ago. She barely ever sees them anymore. Most of them don’t even come home for the summer now. It’s not like she can drive out and see them either. She didn’t have a car, and her mother didn’t trust her enough with hers. It would be an understatement to say Shannon Grenke never really got her shit together. She likes to pretend though. She runs around telling people she has her own nanny business. In a way she did. If you count printing a bunch of business cards, and scouring craigslist for babysitting gigs. A few months ago, she landed a really sweet live-in nanny position with a nice family, but she screwed that up fast - like most things she did. The family had caught her drinking, while she was supposed to be watching their son. Shannon was in her room. She heard her mother call for her, from upstairs. “Hold on!” she yelled back. “I’m networking. I need to find a job. I really want to go to Bonnaroo this year.” She had no intention of ever going to see what her mother wanted. Shannon was horribly disrespectful to her mother. “This one looks promising…” Shannon muttered to herself, behind a cigarette. The cursor on her laptop screen hovered over the link that caught her attention. SITTER WANTED Single mother of two, beautiful twin sixteen year old girls seeking a responsible adult. Must be pure of heart. Able to accommodate to a changing schedule. and be available for days at a time, if needed Contact Lilith Kopec …. “Pure of heart… the fuck does that mean?” Shannon took a drag of her cigarette and pondered the strange requirement. “I’ll just start meditating again. Get my chakras back in line, and I’ll be fine.” She said to herself, like there was someone there to convince she wasn’t an awful person. She sure is lucky she’s pretty. It was a few days later. Shannon’s phone rang. A woman’s frantic voice was on the other end. “Hello… Hello. Is this Shannon Grenke?” she never waited for a reply. “This is Lilith Kopec. You responded to my ad a few days ago - about watching my girls. It’s Short notice... I know, but are you free this weekend?” “Yeah for sure..er...Yes mam.” Shannon cursed silently to herself for sounding so unprofessional. “No way I’m getting this one.” she thought. “Right.... well… I know the ad said I usually do a pretty intense background check. But my sitter canceled last minute. and… I need to catch a plane to New York in a few hours. I’ll be back Monday night. Can you do that?” Shannon could hear the relief in Lilith's voice when she agreed. “Oh thank my Lord. See you soon then?” Lilith was in a hurry to go when Shannon arrived. A car was already waiting to take Lilith to the airport. She insisted they talked for at least a few minutes, though. “That grumpy ol driver-man can wait as long as I want him to.” she said confidently. Shannon could tell Lilith was used to being in a position of authority. “There is a list of rules, and things on the counter there in-case I forgot to tell you anything. and emergency contact numbers, if you need them. I have to run, good luck… I mean... Have fun.” Lilith could tell her awkwardly forced smile didn’t make shannon any less suspicious about that farewell, she wanted to explain a lot of things. But she didn’t have time. “Girls! take Shannon her room. and please, please be good.” Lilith shut the door, and headed to the car. “Oh, Satan watch over that girl…” The house was huge. Victorian. The hallway they were walking through must have had twenty doors. Most were closed. She peeked in an open one as she passed. It was furnished so lavishly. Shannon was a little jealous. She couldn’t afford to even furnish an apartment this good. And they had a whole mansion. The twins barely spoke a word the whole time. They were however whispering, and giggling to each other. Shannon was sure it was about her. She had been looking forward to watching some older kids for a change - get to be the cool babysitter, and have a girls night. Now she wasn’t so sure. Shannon was cool, and pretty. But the twins out did her in every way… at sixteen. “By the time they are twenty-five they will probably look like supermodels. Like their mom.” Shannon was feeling a bit self conscious. She was relieved to finally be ushered into one of the rooms. “We’ll be in the study...” Blair said unenthusiastically as she shut the door, leaving Shannon alone in the room. The twins didn’t head straight to the study, though. They lingered outside the door to eavesdrop on the new babysitter. “If she isn’t pure of heart, it will make this so much easier.” Blair whispered to her sister, Elsa. “What do you mean ‘if’.” Elsa rhetorically asked. “You were in that head a minute ago. Jealousy is a sin, Blair… shh, shh… I think she’s talking to someone.” “Yeah. it’s great. This place is HUGE. so nice. If I do good, it can be a steady job again. Their mom travels a lot. She is some big shot lawyer or something. The girls are angsty little brats, but maybe I can win them over.” … “Yeah, all weekend.” … “I mean...She said don’t bring any. but.. you know. I…” … “Hey. I’m an adult. I make my own choices. and... one of those choices is, to not go all weekend without a drink… or some acid. whatever.” … “Don’t worry! I won’t let them see me. Unless they want some.” … “I’m kidding! Geez. relax sis. It’s tucked safely in my bag until… hold on, I think I hear someone at my door” Shannon opened the door, to find an empty hallway. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched, though. A cold shiver ran down her whole body. “Nope. I’m here. It was nothing.” … “Shut up! You know how much I hate scary movies!” … “Okay. Love you. Bye.” Shannon found the twins where the said they would be. The study was as magnificent as the rest of the house. The public library in Richmond didn’t even have this big of a collection on hand. “Damn. This is a lot of books.” She exclaimed, mouth agape. “Yeah, it’s like a family thing. A lot of them are really old.” Elsa said, never looking up from her phone. Or showing any interest whatsoever in continuing a conversation. “Do you read them?” Shannon asked, grasping to initiate a dialogue. “That is what they are for.” Blair scoffed sarcastically. “Yeah. We have had a lot of time to...read.” Elsa added. Equally as sarcastic. Snickering under her breath, and rolling her eyes. “oh... kay… then.” Shannon was picking up on the vibes the two angsty girls were still broadcasting. She was determined, however, to get them to like her. “Do you two want to do something?” “Like what?” the twins answered in unison. Unenthusiastically, as ever. “I don’t know. You pick.” Shannon offered, on a bubbly tone. An attempt to seem fun, and cool. and un-phased by their lack of interest. “Okay. How about… we play house.” Elsa offered in a definitive tone, as if there wasn’t an alternative. “Aren’t you a little old for house.” Shannon jested. Thinking to herself, “Nice! They aren’t as cool as they seem. Little weirdos still play make-believe.” She wasn’t about to lose the inch she had just gained by making fun of them, though. “If that what you want to do, then let’s play. I’ll be the mommy, and you two can be my daughters. What do my little girls want to do first?” Shannon played this game a lot with the younger kids she watched, but it felt weird saying it to the two teenage girls. “Um...No.” Blair refused, obviously in awe that Shannon thought the two of them really wanted to play house. “How about... Elsa and I will be two sixteen year old girls that can take care of themselves for a weekend.” “And… you can be the stupid bitch from the boonies our mom pays to be here, so she has someone to sue when we do something stupid.” Elsa finished her sisters sentence. “HEY! DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” Shannon yelled. She was a little embarrassed for being so naïve. “I AM IN CHARGE RIGHT NOW! AND…” Elsa interrupted her. “Did you even ask our mom why our last sitter quit?” Shannon wasn’t yelling anymore. She thought for a second, about the question Elsa just asked. “Well.. no. I was just happy for the job.” Shannon was really wondering now though. “Why, what happened, did you two kill her or something?” “Nope.” Blair answered, obviously not about to elaborate. “We drove her crazy. Literally. That lady wears a straight jacket, and sleeps in a padded room.” Elsa divulged. “ELSA!” Blair yelled at her sister in a tone that made Shannon feel like she wasn’t lying. “Well cat’s out of the bag now. I guess that makes this a whole lot easier though.” Blair flung open the liquor cabinet, and starting to count bottles. “We’re having a party tonight. If you keep your mouth shut, you won’t end up like the last one.” “I’m not buying it.” Shannon attempted to call a bluff. “I can get your mom on the phone right now if I want.” She threatened, rummaging through her purse. “I think it’s broken though.” the twins said, as soon as Shannon found her phone. Just then Shannons screen cracked, and cliched. Little sparks shot from the charger port, and the headphone jack. She dropped it on the ground. “What did you do? It looks like it got run over by a truck!” Shannon screamed, accusing the twins of somehow breaking her phone. “Us. we were over here.” Blair feigned innocence. She then addressed her sister. “Call Gwen, tell her the party starts whenever they get here.” “NO. don’t call Gwen. there isn’t going to be a party.” Shannon was trying to think of a way to regain some control. She made a move to grab Elsa’s phone before she could call her friends. She missed, and there was a loud crashing. “OUCH! What the fuck!” Shannon was holding her head. A vase had somehow fallen off the mantle, and broke over Shanon’s head. “I can’t tell if I am bleeding. Am I bleeding?” Shannon was distressfully seeking help from one of the girls. Elsa held her hand up, and ignored Shannon, to involved in her phone call. And Blair was pulling bottles of liquor off the shelf, seemingly unaware that the vase even fell. “No girl. That’s just some poor bitch from hick town our mom payed to be the patsy.” Elsa shot Shannon a nasty look. “Yeah. the Babysitter.” Elsa laughed. “Ok see you soon. Blair and I have to take care of her before you all get here.” Shannon was unable to hold back the tears. “BITCH! Give me your phone. I’m calling your mom.” She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t hit them. “Look at her, Blair. She’s crying like a baby.” Elsa was clearly taking joy in mocking her babysitter. “Oh.. Little baby. What’s wrong.” Blair joined in. “Use your big girl words.” “How’s this for a big girl word. FUCK both of you.” Shannon shouted. She started to stomp off, but turned around, and started yelling more. “Uh oh. Baby is throwing a tantrum. Better send her to bed.” Elsa said to her sister. “I am not a Baby. I am in charge. And I am sending you both to bed right…” Blair interrupted Shannon again. A common occurrence in the two girls brief, and turbulent relationship. “If you’re not a baby… then why are you peeing your pants?” “I am most definitely not peei…” Shannon stopped mid-sentence. Her legs bowed out awkwardly, as she thrust her groin forward. To reluctantly examine, in all its glory, a familiar warm sensation making its way down her legs. “…OH MY GOD!” In quite an opposite motion, Shannon jerked her knees together. She bent forward, and grabbed her crotch. “I can’t stop! No...no...no...” It was all poor Shannon could do... was piss her pants like a toddler, in front of the two teenage girls she was supposed to be babysitting. Shannon had finished her embarrassing display. She wasn’t making eye contact. “Did our Mommy tell you the rules? About little girls who have accidents?” The two girls asked in unison. Not being shy about their terrible enjoyment at the cost of Shannon’s shame. “She says...little girls who pee themselves… have to wear diapers.” Elsa managed between giggles. Before laughing so hard she couldn’t talk. Blair buried her laughter with a deep inhale. “That’s right. and, they have to go to bed early. So they can get their rest. and have more energy to be a big girl tomorrow.” “I’m sure there is no rule still in place for this particular situation. But...if there is. It’s meant for you. Just stop! I told you… I said… I said.. I.. I am the babysitter.” Shannon felt drunk. She fell to the floor. The fact that she was laying in a puddle of her own pee was the least of her worries. she held onto consciousness just long enough to feel another familiar warm sensation that she doesn't normally feel while she has her pants on. “Look Blair! I think she’s pooping in her cute little yoga pants!” “She Is! She is! Elsa look, Shannon IS making a mess. How gross!” Shannon heard the girls break out in laughter. She blinked a few more times, before falling out of consciousness. She had nightmares the whole time she was asleep. The twins we’re chasing her through an endless hallway. They were different though. They had horns, and sharp teeth. Their skin was red, and it shimmered like it was as hot as the sun. They weren’t saying anything. But Shannon could hear them in her head. Torturing her psychologically. Not to say that it didn’t hurt. She felt like her brain was melting and being torn apart like warm taffy.
  4. Let me tell you an almost true story! Me and my wife had been married for years. Our kids were all grown. We still loved each other but sex had gone out the window when the kids were growing up. Life happened you know busy, busy, busy! Oh I still worked out went to the gym even in my 50's, people thought I looked late 30's early 40's. My wife has always looked youthful she was only 2 years younger but I often got accused of robbing the cradle. Well getting older and trying to lift weights with the young ones doesn't mix! I developed a hernia. I thought I had appendicitis. Same spot as my appendix. I got the surgery got the mesh implanted. About a year or so later I would get pain where the surgery was. That is sometimes normal, but when I felt the pain I would sometimes wet my bed! That was embassing, to say the least I'm 50 something years old bedwetting is for kids and teens not a grown ass man like me! My wife was wonderful, I expected her to berate me, yell at me, whatever. I don't know if I could of been as kind if the tables had been turned. Fast forward a couple of years. It was getting so that if I had a major pain I was wet, even just a minor twinge where I had the surgery I would wake up wet. I started buying Abriform L4 they are pretty expensive I was diapering myself every night just in case. There were nights that I hadn't wet and basically wasted a diaper. As there were nights I slept dry and pulling the white tabs off the blue ones still tore the diaper a bit. The biggest nag I got from my wife was the nights I was dry and basically wasted a very expensive diaper from not using it. On days I would wake up dry I wet it on purpose just to justify the use. I guess I'm old school as that still felt like a waste to me. Along the way I found out I liked being a bedwetter, it was kind of a turn on for me. I thought I was nuts, what grown man likes to wet his bed. I started researching adult bedwetting and holy crap, I found out I'm not the only one! I'm not nuts after all. I wanted to be wet every night but it wasn't happening. I had another surgery on my shoulder torn rotator cuff. They catheterized me I was watching the bag fill and I wasn't even realizing I was loosing urine. Light Bulb! As Gru says. Why don't I just get a catheter and wet inside my diapers I mean I don't have to use the collection bag. Easier said than done I ran into you got a prescription for that? No. I was looking on Wish.com low and behold catheters. I started waiting for the little window to pop up asking for a perscription. There wasn't any and they arrived. Unfortunately, they didn't come with a syringe to pump the bladder ball. Tryed using them without and they kept sliding out. Disapointment! I ordered a syringe. 6 weeks later it arrived . I had my catheter in me and it was staying. I diapered myself and went to bed. I awoke in a puddle my diapers couldn't handle everything my bladder sent their way that and my junk had moved and was in the wrong direction. I started thinking. You know but it's weird woman's panties would keep my pee pee down. I bought my first nylon woman's panties. It kept it pointed in the right direction all right but I still was soaking my bed as I was totally wet! I started buying diaper doublers, plastic pants anything I could think of to contain my urine. My diapers made me waddle I was so thickly diapered. I was happy I was waking up soaked every day without having to worry about wasting diapers. My wife usually watched our grandkids at night at their house. My daughter and son in law both work overnights. I could indulge and not have to worry about my wife thinking I'm weird. My daughter got sick and we were together as my daughter was home with the kids and my wife was home with me. I was usually cathed and diapered before her coming to bed. My wife was still supportive she knew that I had a bedwetting problem and as long as I cared for it. She never said a negative word to me. One night in in the process of cateterizing myself. She walks in with my catheter half in and half out. Whoops! What are you doing she asked? Uhmmmm, I came clean told her about the past few months how I had been cathetered and I have been wetting my bed without any type of recollection. She asked me why. I told her it makes me feel naughty. She thought about it for a moment. Could you make me feel naughty? I think the smile on my face said it all. I let her start the catheter as I didn't know what hole it went into. The next thing is she is spraying urine. I got a diaper and contained most of her urine. I said you haven't gone potty have you? No she said I was going to go pee in a few moments that's why I came in was to go. She said it felt weird but I loved it it was like no control at all like when I was little. She had the catheter in her. I diapered her thickly like I was! We cuddled in bed for the first time in months. I felt her move and she was feeling the inside of her diaper. I'm soaked she said with a smile I feel naughty! Just like I used to feel when I was a little girl of 5 and wet my bed still. You never told me you used to wet your bed, I said! I didn't I thought I did, why do you think I never threw a fit about your bedwetting? I did until 7 years old. I missed it sometimes I like feeling babyish, not having control like this. Do you understand? Perfectly i said! We went into the bathroom and started. Getting out of our wet diapers and when I got to my panties. Wow she said I love you can we get me some whitie tighties! I've always wanted some. She blushed. Of course we can get you anything you want! After we were scrubbed, all disposables disposed of, washables washing, she led me to our bed naked we spent the morning making love to each other. If I had to admit it, I believe it was one of our best sessions in all our years of marriage. It Was great. That day we got her whitie tighties she got me some cotton panties. She told me they turn a golden yellow from your pee especially the crotches! At least they did when I was a kid! I was not surprised that night when she came and wanted a catheter, she said I already went pee! This time I got her ready and she got me ready. While she was doing me she said I can already feel my pads inside my boys undies getting wet! I knew what she meant! The next morning she was all smiles! Daddy I'm wet she said! I felt my manhood come to life. I said me to mommy. I saw her shiver she was turned on. She got on line most of the day, I didn't know what she was doing she spent over $300 dollars on things, was all she would say. About 3 weeks later all kinds of packages arrived. It was mostly onesies. Pacifiers, baby bottles with nipples the size I've never seen before. Other things she didn't want me to see. That night she got me naked after I went pee. Now I'm not the biggest guy down there. Porn stars will never have to worry about me putting them out of a job. After my catheters was in I felt a cold band around my testicles, then something went over my penis she had to smash it to get it to fit, I looked and I had a metal contraption over my penis. What's this I asked as I saw the tip of my catheter poking out around hole in the end. It's called a chastity cage she said! What for I asked, I've been faithful to you. I know, I know but I want to have you wear it! That's fine I said but.. But what? It's made of metal and I have to pass through a metal detector every morning to get to my office! I work in the courts system I'm a records keeper. Oh Pooh she said I seen it was important to her. How about nights and weekends, vacations. The smile returned to her face deal, just not daytimes at work. Deal I said! She said I got something for you for me. She brought out an egg looking thing she put some lubricant on it and stuck it in her kitty. She handed me a little thing that looked like a car alarm but had a display. She turned it on and said move that side up! I did as I was told and she looked like she wanted to collapse! You okay I asked! I hadn't made the connection that the higher I moved the dial up the more distressed she looked. I saw her leaking fluids they were running down her legs and dripping on the floor. That's when I realized the egg was a vibrator! I quickly turned down the volume, intensity and she began to breath again. Sorry, I said I didn't realize what it was at first. Quite alright she said I kind of enjoyed it! Again? She asked? I was more than happy to oblige I didn't go as high as last time I saw her shudder and knew she was having an orgasm! I turned the tone down she looked more comfortable but said your no fun! This time I moved the dial up quickly she leapt 6 inches in the air! A moan escaped her mouth. Slowly I moved the dial down as she came off her tippy toes. I turned it off and she pulled the string out which brought the egg out as well. She smiled I love it she said! Me too I said! I was ready for sex but with the cage on me that was out of the question. She put my panties on and gave my cage a little pat. Now you got a clit like me and your wearing panties woman's panties! She got me dressed in my diapers and pads. She put new pink plastic panties on with pink ruffles and I heard a click they locked. I was locked inside my plastic panties. I dressed her and she had dark blue plastic panties that had light blue ruffles. Hers locked as well. Then the Onesies came out the pink one that I thought was hers was mine and the blue one was hers. I was given a pink baby bottle with milk. It had been a while but soon I was suckling like an old pro. After that she stuck a pink pacifier in my mouth and clipped the pink to strap you my pink onesie. Hers was blue. Next day when I awoke I said morning. Morning who she asked? I was confused morning mommy he said! Okay morning mommy! How is my little sissy this morning? Sissy I thought then yep I'm pretty in pink I thought I'm good mommy I said in one of my best little girl voices. She gave me a smile. Is my little girl as wet as her mommy? Yes mommy I am! Another smile. She led me to our bathtub in the outer hall she removed everything. She undid my cage and slowly pulled out my catheter. Then relocked it. She ran some bathwater and but some bubble bath in the tub it was very effeminate smelling. She got me in and began scrubbing me like she would a child. She said I got to clean your clitty. She washed around my cage cleaning my testicles. She said your clitty is all clean she got me out and dried me off after rinsing the excess suds of. She had me undress her and called me daddy to let me know I was in that role now I cleaned up my little girl. I was dressed in pink womans undies again these were the softest I had felt. She used garters and slipped up pink nylons then a pink dress and a blonde wig with pigtails. She put her boys undies they were green and had the incredible hulk on them then a blue shirt that said play ball and had a baseball on it. Then Levis and a Indians baseball cap. Other than her hair she looked like a teen boy today I'm the man. And your the girl got it. Yeah I got it we spent all day just playing different roles it was an eye opener just to see how the other half lived. That night my princess dress was removed as well as my cage and I got to be the man again. She became my wife again we made love well into the night.
  5. Monday June the 6th at 8:30 am. The receptionist for Doctor Lewis said. Great I thought I have to take 2 more hours off of work. I work as a Physical Trainer at the gym. I'm about 6 foot 1, 245 pounds I have muscles in all the right places. I'm 24 years old. Dark hair, I could probably have any girl I want, except for one reason at 24 years old, the reason I'm seeing Doctor Lewis is because at 24 im stil a bedwetter! Dr. Lisa Lewis is a Urologist. My brother Gary was a bedwetter as well he came here and found out that he wasn't producing very much diuretic Horemone. He doesn't wet his bed anymore after getting what he needed. They ran the tests and in about 3 weeks I hope to be umung the dry sleepers like Gary. I carry on doing my job, I wonder what these people that I work with would think if they knew I still wet my bed? I mean I'm built but I can't hold my pee at night. I'm strong but weak. 3 weeks later I'm back at Doctor Lewis's Office. I'm sitting there and a girl comes out she is crying, wonder what happened? I offer her my handkerchief. "Thank you!" She says. She sits and wipes her eyes with my handkerchief. "Is everything okay?" I ask? "No, Doctor Lewis said she couldn't help me." She said. "What's the matter, why can't she help you?" The lady blushed "Uhh, she can't help me, stop." "Stop what," I asked forgetting that Doctor Lewis specializes in bedwetting. The girl blushed an even deeper shade of red. "She can't help me stop..... wetting my bed." "She told me that, it isn't the Horemone thing. My bladder is big enough she said medically there is no reason why I still wet my bed, I'm 23 years old!" "I'm 24, I still do to!" "Greg Spencer!" They called my name. "The Doctor will see you now!" "My turn" I said now dreading the trip. Dr. Lisa Lewis met me. We went into an exam room. "Greg I have run the tests and frankly there isn't much I can do to help you unlike your brother you produce diuretic Horemones, your bladder is structurally sound. I can't find a single reason why you would still be wetting your bed. I know knowing that doesn't mean you don't. But still there is nothing I can do to help you!" Now I know how that woman felt in the waiting room, I felt like someone had just kicked me in the guts. I walked out and the lady was still sitting there. "I still have your hankie! Doesnt look like you had much more luck than me!" "No, your right. I didn't ." "Sorry, I'm Rachel and your?" "Greg Spencer!" "That's right, I did hear them call your name. I'm Rachel Baker by the way! You want to grab some brunch!" "Sounds like a great idea, I don't want to be left alone for a while!" "Neither do I said Rachel!" We went to IHOP which was close to the medical center.
  6. Now available on Amazon with a preview of Volume 2 Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SP7Q3WD Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1071417185 _______________________________________ Chapter 1 “So why are you here?” She smiled when she said it; you could tell it was routine, the first question she always asked, and the smile was just good service. Staring across the desk, slumped in his chair, not sure where to put his hands or how to answer and preserve some pride, Eric didn’t respond right away. “I guess … I just don’t want to be here anymore,” Eric replied while keeping his eyes on the desk. Cheryl was used to this. Not many people who came to an adoption center wanted to talk about it. Except the exhibitionists; they wouldn’t stop talking about it, but it was obvious from his body language and mumbling tone that Eric wasn’t here for any of those reasons. “I understand, honey,” Cheryl said, softening her voice, “a lot of people feel that way. Can I ask you some questions about how you feel?” Eric knew what coming; he’d asked the same questions himself more times than he cared to remembered. He nodded. “Do you feel like hurting yourself?” “No.” Flat, matter of fact, and truthful. “Have you ever felt like hurting yourself?” “No.” “Do you feel like hurting someone else?” “No.” Have you ever felt like hurting someone else?” “No.” Cheryl ticked off boxes on her iPad while Eric waited patiently. “I’m so glad to hear that. Can I ask a few more?” She didn’t pause for him to answer. “Have you ever been diagnosed with any of the following? Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia, Depression, Anxiety, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Personality Disorder, Dissociative disorder?” “Just depression and anxiety,” Eric said as he pushed back in his chair and exhaled. He’d been with depression for eight years and had this conversation with every new doctor and therapist he’d been to in that time. It was boring. Before Cheryl could get her next word out, Eric answered her next question. “I’m taking 150mg of Bupropion once a day and Xanax as needed. I’ve was seeing a therapist every other week until about 6 months ago. Her names is in the paperwork I brought with me. I’d say my depression and anxiety are both well controlled.” “Good,” she said, “That’s all good. Do you mind if I call your therapist to talk with her?” “No, that’s fine.” “Good. I need to be sure your decision isn’t being influenced by your depression or anxiety. So, back to what you were saying earlier, you ‘don’t want to be here anymore.’ Can you tell me more about that?” Cheryl leaned forward, trying to help Eric engage. “I’m work for the county…I’m a social worker…” Cheryl was practiced at this. Nod, say nothing, the client will fill the silence when they’re ready. “I … I …” Eric sucked in air and held back a sob. “I just can’t stay here anymore. I can’t … keep doing this.” Cheryl pushed her box of tissues toward Eric, who reached into his pocket and pulled out a cotton handkerchief. Dabbing at his eyes, he said started again. “Kenard Bering was my client. You probably didn’t hear about that. Good kid, not a trouble maker; wasn’t going to be any project to Harvard story, but he was on track, ya know. And he gets shot over a fucking cellphone.” Tears dripped, and Eric occasional wiped them away as he fell into a soliloquy: “Second kid in a year killed ……………. Dies at school from a fucking asthma attack. When’s the last time you heard of anyone dying from a fucking asthma attack ……………. And this asshole cop says to this 14 year old, ‘well, what are you doing to make your mother hit you? I couldn’t believe it, I … who the fuck says that or even thinks that way? How do you send a kid home who doesn’t want to go home? ……………. Burned ……………. Dropped out ……………. Caught with a weapon his mother game him. And that was after she beat him for losing a fight ……………. But so what if he graduates, right? ‘Cause it’s not like there’s anything but a mop or an apron waiting for him out there ……………. Left her kid to sit in his own shit while she went to get high and doesn’t even tell the cop the kid is home alone ……………. Jail ……………. 12 years old and pregnant and bipolar and both parents on drugs – what can I even do for that? ……………. He had priors ……………. I lost him to the pipeline ……………. Caught out on a corner ……………. Neighborhood says the cops did it ……………. ……………. ……………. ……………. …………….” Eric had stopped crying. He wasn’t sad. He was angry and disgusted and indignant. “For every one I save, whatever that means, there’s five I don’t. It’s like watching a never ending catastrophe and it rips my guts out every time.” Tired now, he slumped back in his chair, “Everyone said give it a year, you’ll get hardened to it. And I never did. Eight years, never gets better, never gets worse. It just is. And I can’t do it anymore. I can’t see it anymore.” Cheryl nodded her, “Uh huh…” waiting to see if Eric had more to say. When she thought he was done, she asked, “That sounds very hard for you. Can you tell me, though, why go to the other dimension? That’s pretty drastic; couldn’t you just change jobs?” “No,” Eric answered, “Because I know it’s all out there. I can’t live with myself if I quit. Or at least I can’t do it here.” That made sense to her. A sad kind of sense. Eric sounded like the kind of person there are too few of, but those qualities that made him so valuable to everyone else were the same qualities that made him so unhappy. Classic burnout. It wasn’t the first time Cheryl had seen this in a client, but it was obviously the worst, and she understood how Eric could believe there would never be an end to it if he stayed. He might even be right, she thought. “Eric, I’m going to be very frank with you. The dimension is more like our world than a lot of people want to admit. In some ways, it’s much, much worse, the way they treat people like us. It’s different in different countries, but in some of them we’re not seen as people. If you’ve heard anyone compare it to slavery and torture, they weren’t wrong. How does that make you feel?” Eric wasn’t surprised. He’d heard it all. It was right there in the web forums: kidnapping, mutilation, mind alteration. Even “Island of Dr. Moreau.” “I know,” Eric replied. “That’s why I came here and not some other place.” “Because you know we only work with people who live in Itali?” “Yeah.” “Well, that was smart of you. Some people get impatient and will go anywhere, or just go somewhere in the dimension and take their chances. You seem like someone who does his research, but I just want to tell you some things to separate fact from fiction: · Itali only permits adoptions through license agencies like ours, and they only adopt direct from our dimension to Itali. Not from any of the other countries there. · While humans can live there independently with the same rights at Bigs, if you adopt yourself out, you’ll have the same rights as a minor there. Anything that is permissible for a Big to do to their own children can be done to you. Anything that is impermissible for a Big to do to their own children cannot be done to you. · You can select the stage of life you wish to begin with as a Little: newborn, infant or toddler. Those are the only choices. That is binding on the Bigs who adopt from us. However, they retain the right to decide the details associated with your stage of life, which may vary from your expectations. Whether and at what pace you progress through life stages, and what point, if any, you stop progressing, is up to the Big. If you choose or consent to it, your Big may further regress you from your current stage at any time. · You’ll notice we call them Bigs. They call us Littles. ‘Amazon’ is a pejorative there. · There’s no amending the adoption agreement. It says what it says. We can make your wishes known to prospective parents, but they can break any promise they make. But we don’t adopt out to just anyone. We thoroughly inspect all of our clients. We wouldn’t work with them if we believed they were bad people. · Our adoption agreement prohibits the following: o Involuntary physical or mental alteration o Giving, selling, or trading Littles o Having custody of any Little not adopted through an agency licensed in Itali o Violations of any Itali laws; suspicion of violations to be investigated, with a preponderance of evidence sufficient to be considered a violation of this agreement o Withholding or unduly delaying adequate medical care o Abuse, neglect, or negligence as defined by The Agency; suspicion of abuse, neglect, or negligence to be investigated, with a preponderance of evidence sufficient to be considered a violation of this agreement o Traveling with the Little to, or sending the Little to, any country where any of the above are not expressly forbidden by law · We have offices in Itali that conduct surprise inspections and work with the authorities there. If they find any violation of the adoption agreement, under the treaty permitting inter-dimensional adoptions between us and Itali, the police are required by law take you into their custody and return you to us. · Unless your parents violate the adoption agreement, you must remain with them as their Little for 10 years. You can asked to be returned to us, but they are not obligated to comply. Conversely, they can return you to us whenever they choose. At the end of those 10 years, you can decide to stay their Little, return to us, or remain in Itali as a full and independent citizen. · Your property and assets with be placed in a trust our non-profit partner manages. If choose to return to us or to become an independent citizen after 10 years, your property will be returned to you less the what we spend eliminating any remaining debt you have here. If you choose to stay a Little after 10 years, your assets, property, and any interest are liquidated, the revenue will be used to pay off your debt, and anything left over will be donated to fund the non-profit. I just want to remind you that Itali is like here; there are good people and bad people. We only work with good, but if you’re looking for a Utopia, that’s not Itali. Does all that make sense? Do you have any questions?” “No. Well, I guess yeah – what happens next,” Eric asked. Eric was familiar with provisions like these. It was part of his job, dealing with foster parents and adoptions. This aligned closely to the laws of he was used to dealing with. He made a lot of those inspections over the years himself. “I know that was a lot to take in,” Cheryl answered, “It’s all in the paperwork I’m going to send you home with. If you have any questions, please reach out to me, and we will be testing you to ensure you read and understood the adoption agreement before we approve you for adoption. So next I’m going to process all the information on those forms we asked you to bring in, then I’m going to call you doctors and last therapist. Our compliance department is going to run the background check you’re allowing us to do, and that includes all of your financial history so we know what we’re taking on when if you decide to move forward. Once that’s done, I’ll be in touch. It usually takes about 10 days for the average person. I’m guessing because of your job you’re going to appear in a lot of court records, so it may take longer. And in the meantime you just go about your life like normal. Don’t make any drastic decisions; don’t go on a spending spree; don’t do anything dangerous or stupid. Anything like that has the potential to cause us to reject your application. If you have any questions, you can call me or one of our licensed therapists – I really encourage everyone to do that anyway. And if at any time you change your mind and want to just forget this, we can do that, too; everything here is confidential, and all your records will be destroyed. Do you have any more questions right now?” With her monologue done, Eric thought for a moment. It was a lot to take in, and even though he was far from the end of it, everything seemed very real now. “Uh, not a question really. Can I tell you one thing I’m looking for in a Big,” Eric asked. “Of course.” Eric felt sheepish. He’d thought about this a lot, and he was embarrassed by it, as if this entire thing weren’t embarrassing. “I don’t know what life stage I want to start at, but, uh, can you, um, put it in my file that I don’t think I ever want to grow up again?” “I can’t promise your Big would abide by that, but I will put it in your file, and we’ll try do our best to find a Big who wants the same as you. Anything else?” “No,” Eric said as he stood up and stuck his hand out. “Thank you for your help. I’ll do all the things you said.” “Thank you for coming in today,” Cheryl replied as she shook Eric’s hand. As Eric reached the door, Cheryl felt compelled to add, “Eric, we’re going to make sure everything turns out right for you. I’ll make sure. And while all this is going on, please … just try to take care of yourself … for me.” Eric nodded and left. Cheryl liked Eric. She had a soft spot for people who had soft spots, and she knew people like Eric were worth protecting. We need more people like him in this world, Cheryl thought, but he needs something else. She understood why Eric wanted to be with a Big who didn’t want him to grow up: so he’d never have to see the kinds of things he saw everyday here. Returning to her desk, Erica started taking in on her notes for the file: Eric is 29 years old and suffers from depression and anxiety which are well controlled with medication … overwhelmed by work and the suffering he sees in the world … is educated and intelligent … is a sensitive and kind person … appears physically healthy … exhibits signs of PTSD, though he has not been diagnosed, and may benefit from therapy post-adoption … will likely need substantial emotional support ... did not admit to any fetish as a motivator .. may have trouble adapting ... desires to NOT progress from initial stage of life … will likely match best with a female head of household looking to dote on her Little and who has a large support network …
  7. The Night Of The Party Kelly and I had been planning for this party at my buddy Jack’s house for some time. I have been dating Kelly for about a year now and we usually spend the weekend at one of our houses, but during the week with both of us working full time, we just chat on the phone or meet for dinner and some time together then head back home. The Party was on Saturday and this is how the events went. Friday after work I went home, took a shower, packed my bags for the weekend and then drove to her apartment. When I arrived she has just stepped out of the shower, hair all wet and wearing nothing but a towel greeted me and I picked her up and carried her sexy 26 year old body into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. We made up for a week of being apart in the next hour in the bedroom and then got dressed to go out and get some food to eat. She was dressed in a skirt and a cute low cut top showing her sexy flat belly and long legs. She put on some heels that matched her outfit, put her pretty long hair up in a single ponytail and we headed out the door to eat. We went to a place called the Brick House Tavern. They have really good salad and beer. They also hire waitresses like what you find at a Hooters in super tight jeans or shorts and hot as hell. She likes to check out the other hot chicks too and she is not worried about me around them because she is as hot or hotter then they are. After dinner we headed back home to watch a movie on TV before bed. We got in the house and she ran to the bathroom to pee. She always has to pee! I went in after her and she changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and then found a good movie to watch. We snuggled on the couch and enjoyed the movie. Once finished she took off to go pee again and I turned off the TV, the lights and headed to the bedroom. She came in from the bathroom and took off her sweatpants, panties, and T-shirt and laid on the bed on her back. I grabbed her Megamax Diaper from her dresser and slid it under her bottom, sprinkled powder on her and wrapped the diaper up and taped it on her. I helped her up and she put on her night shirt and we crawled into bed. I kissed her good night and she rolled against me holding my hand as we drifted off to sleep. Saturday morning at 8 AM I woke up having to pee bad, carefully got out of bed trying not to wake her and zoomed to the bathroom to pee. I then went down stairs and put the coffee on and started making some bacon for our breakfast. The smell of bacon cooking woke her and she strolled downstairs and hugged me from behind. I turned and kissed her. I poured her a cup of coffee and she asked if I would change her first, because she was really soaked. I pulled up her night shirt and she was really soaked. So we went up stairs and I took off her diaper. Wiped her bottom and crotch clean with a wipe, and then suggested we are going to shower in an hour anyhow before we leave for the day, how about we not waste a diaper? She said ok babe, if you want to break my routine I guess you are right. I will never fill it up in a couple hours anyhow. I put some panties and shorts on her and she changed into a tank top and came back down to drink that coffee and help me with breakfast. A Bacon and Cheese Omelette with Mushrooms is what we decided on today. They turned out pretty nice. We sat at the table enjoying our eggs and toast discussing what we planned to get for the party tonight and what we are going to wear. I poured us more coffee and sat back down as we finished up our meal. I told her we probably should go to Target as well as the Party store to find some of the things we want. She nodded and started to tell me about something her friend said to her when she stopped mid sentence and said “oh shit”, just then I heard the splashing of water on the floor, I looked down to see a puddle forming under her chair from a stream of urine dropping from between her legs. I looked back up and she started laughing saying “I totally forgot I was not still wearing a diaper”. I laughed and said, oh well, not the first time you have peed your pants. She responded with “So true!!!!”. She relaxed and finished pissing in her pants and went back to the story she started to tell me. I got up and grabbed some paper towels and put them on the floor to soak up her pee puddle before it ran across the room. After wiping up her floor and chair between her legs I sat back down and we continued our conversation for a little while longer. Then she got up and said she wanted the shower first. So I put the dishes in the sink and hurried up and washed them before she got in the shower. I had to pee too now so I headed up and into the bathroom. She was standing there naked with her peed pants on the floor. She removed my clothes and pulled me into the shower with her. I told her I had to pee first, but she would not hear anything of it. She had the water just hot enough that it felt really good and she told me just piss. She reached over and held my manhood as I peed. She directed my piss on her body as she squatted down so I was pissing on her chest and down on her pussy. Once done she leaned over and began to go down on me right there in the shower. I returned the favor to her and then we finally actually got clean and went to get dressed for the day. The trip to Target was uneventful. She was in her skinny jeans and heels, and a tank top with an open shirt over it. Her hair all fluffy and down over her shoulders, and pretty gold necklace on. She smelled like a rose and her make up and lipstick just right. We got a Starbucks coffee first and then headed out to shop in the store. When you are shopping with a woman picking up a couple things can take over an hour. Twice she had to run for a potty break which slowed things down too. Finally 90 minutes later, we were in the checkout line and now I have to pee. After checking out I headed to the bathroom and she headed to the car. I met her at the car and she had the stuff loaded in and was in the passenger seat waiting for me. We headed out to the Party store to get some decorations etc. for the party. We got in there and grabbed a few things and she had to pee again. But there was no public bathroom in there. This was good for me because that meant we could not shop as long and I would get to go home soon. Well her house but still better than being out shopping. With in 10 minutes she was crossing her legs and saying we better go to McDonald's across the street. So we headed to the check out lines and she could hardly stand still. She was crossing her legs, and rocking back and forth and holding onto the counter tight holding her breath. I paid for the stuff and we headed to the car. As I was putting the stuff in the car I told her we would go right to McDonald's. She looked at me and said never mind, lets just go home. I glanced down at her crotch and watched the wet patch spread through her jeans and down her legs. A long stream of pee running off of her pant legs and along the ground under the car. I unlocked the car door, spun her around and while running my hand over her super soaked crotch on her jeans I passionately kissed her and told her she was the Hottest, sexiest woman alive. I rubbed her until she almost got off right there along side the car. I opened the car door and helped her sit down in her peed pants. We drove home with my right hand planted in her crotch almost the entire way home. She asked if I minded if she wears a Megamax Diaper to the party under her dress because she would be drinking a lot. I told her it was a great idea and we would bring a spare in the car just in case. She nodded in agreement with my idea. Once home she helped me bring the things into the house and then I took her to the bedroom to remove her peed pants and panties and go down on her again. Then I put myself in her and we made passionate love again. After that a bath for both of us, only a quick one this time not messing up our hair. She made some dinner for us and we got ready for the party. I diapered her up and brought along a couple extra diapers and tossed them in the back of the car with the party stuff. We arrived at the party, and carried our things in and helped set up some. In no time people started to arrive and the music was turned on as well as the party lights in the house. They brought out the alcohol and the bartender set up the bar to take orders. We started dancing with each other and then I got tired and she took off dancing with other guys there and had a shot or two……..and peach schnapps, and later a Bud Light. I had one beer but I was the driver for us, so it was her time to party hard not mine. 3 hours into the night she waddled over and pointed to a small puddle on the floor where she was standing earlier. She said I leaked and need changed baby. The puddle was tiny but still the inside of her thigh was wet so we excuse ourselves from the party for a moment and headed to the car in the driveway. We were buried in deep by several other cars, so we couldn’t leave if we wanted to anyhow. I laid her in the back seat, removed her very soaked 10 pound diaper, and put a clean one on her and taped it up. I helped her back up and we locked the car and went back in. She went back to drinking more and dancing and I went up to pee. By 1 AM she was laying back on the couch and hardly able to walk anymore. I pulled her dress down over her diaper that was pretty wet again. As the people began to leave the party I told the guests goodbye and thanked them for a wonderful evening. I helped Kelly walk to the car, as we got out the door of the house she sat down on the deck. So I picked her up and carried her to the car. Anyone around could see her diaper in full view at this point but I had no choice. I laid her in the back seat and changed her diaper again right there in the driveway. As I was taping up the dry one Jack the house owner walked out to see if we were ok. He looked right at her as I taped the diaper on her and rolled up the soaked one and tossed it on the floor. I said yep, we are good now, she gets drunk and it was the only way to protect your couch and floor. He laughed and said, he wished a few others would do that too. Told me of a few other adult women who after getting a few too many in them would pass out on his couch leaving him with a pee soaked couch cushion to clean. He told me he now has plastic around the foam in the cushion so when someone pees on the couch , it only soaks the cover and not the foam. Easier to clean that way. He walked back in the house and we left for our house. Upon arriving home, I carried her to the door, and then in the house and up to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed, removed her clothes and checked to see her diaper was only slightly wet. I put her night shirt on her and tucked her into bed. I checked the doors were locked and turned out the lights, went to pee myself again and decided to diaper up with her. So I put on one of her diapers. It was too small, but I got the top tapes to fit and I went to bed. It was a little difficult to fall asleep at first. The last time I wore a diaper to bed I was 10 and that was 30 years ago. But soon I found myself waking up at 6 AM having to pee. I started to get up and felt the diaper between my legs. I relaxed and after some effort I wet the diaper and went back to sleep. At 10 AM the sun was so bright I could not sleep anymore. I got up and had to pee again. I stood there and used the diaper and then pulled her covers off of her. She was soaked. The bed was even a little wet under her and she was snoring. I gently rolled her over and untaped her diaper, Raised her legs and slid it out from under her. I dropped it on the floor, slid another diaper under her and taped it on her. She woke up enough to help me by moving her legs so I could wrap the diaper on her. I covered her back up and kissed her. She went back to snoring. I pulled the blinds down in her window to make it darker for her. I rolled her soaked diaper up and dropped it in the diaper pail and then removed mine and put it in there too. I got into the shower and then made some coffee. I cooked a couple eggs and toast for myself and sat down to the TV with the coffee in hand. About Noon she finally came strolling down in her slightly wet diaper and night shirt. Hair a mess and headache from hell. She sat on the couch and I got her some coffee. She was balled up on the couch with her feet on the couch and her knees up in front of her. This gave me full view of her diaper and crotch with her legs kind of spread. Another couple of minutes went by and I watched the yellow patch in the diaper grow darker and larger as she sipped her coffee and tried to wake up. This was going to be an all day diaper day for her. I went up stairs and brought down about 3 diapers and put them on the coffee table so she would not have to go back up stairs when she needed changed. I went in and got her a big glass of water to drink too and some aspirin. Today was a day of Me taking care of my baby and ordering Chinese or Pizza for us and waiting on her hand and foot. She didn’t get off that couch for anything until 7 PM that night. I changed her a few times and kept the fluids in her and food. We snuggled all day watching TV. She slept more a couple times. I only got dressed when I had to answer the door for the food delivery people. Sunday night I diapered her for bed and kissed her good night. Drove home and went to bed to start my week back at work. Our plan is to move in together once her lease is up on her apartment in 3 months then we can spend more time together. I really love that girl and will ask her to marry me very soon. I have a feeling she is going to get me back in diapers too if I don’t watch her. But that is ok, they are pretty comfortable really.
  8. Found this on youtube. Looks a bit old. Thought I'd share.
  9. Hello, I was wondering if there are any Mommy/Daddy’s our there wanting to do a roleplay. I’m normally submissive and also good at a few sentences or paragraphs of roleplays really any kind of roleplay is fine. If you have any ideas for a Roleplay or are interested and want to discuss an idea then private message me or message on here. Thanks!
  10. A brief note before we begin - I pulled many of the following events from my own life to create this story. Some of these things did actually happen to me, however I have embellished them a little. Please let me know what you guys think! ☺️ FIRST WEEK AT MY NEW JOB by LtlGary “Mr. Fairchild?” “Yes?” I asked. “How does Monday at 11:30am sound?” “Perfect! I’ll put it on my calendar!” “See you then!” The HR lady then disconnected the call. I grinned as I set the phone on my desk. As a recent college grad, I struggled to find employment. The economy had taken a downturn and suddenly everywhere I asked they were looking for experience. Experience that I don’t have. Finally, after months of updating resumes, attending workshops, and sending emails, I finally have an interview! I barely had time to review the company itself. I think it was in the medial industry, but every business needs inventory specialists. The weekend rolled around, and I practiced being confident in the mirror. Kind of hard when you’re only five feet eight inches tall and skinny as a rail. The morning arrived. I made sure to change my diaper, brush my fiery red hair from my eyes as I got dressed the nicest clothes I could find. I never actually needed to wear diapers, but I’ve had near accidents in the past. And I didn’t want to risk any embarrassment. My palms were sweaty as I made the half hour drive. I parked in visitor parking, grateful to put on under arm deodorant. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. The large building was at the end of a cul-de-sac that overlooked the ocean. The land out front was beautifully landscaped with palm trees waving in the breeze. Parking proved to be an issue, as multiple construction vehicles occupied multiple parking spots. However I managed to find a tiny spot in between two minivans at the end of the lot. I walked in to find a beautifully decorated hallway. I made small talk with the receptionist as I waited for my interview. My mind was conjuring up all kinds of disastrous scenarios that I was trying to ignore. I perked up when the elevator dinged, depositing two people on the main floor. Both of them were men in their late thirties. Both were wearing T-shirts and short shorts. Their waists looked a little bulky, and I tried not to stare. “Gary Fairchild?” “That’s me.” I said with more confidence then I felt. “My name is Hank Johnson. This is Danny Anderson. Welcome to River-Bridge. Please come right this way.” They led me into a small office. I sat in one of the chairs and tried to look them in the eyes. “Tell us a little about yourself.” Hank prompted. I explained how I grew up moving a lot because my father was in the military. I was an average student in high school and in college. I majored in Supply Logistics mainly because I didn’t want to be the center of attention, but I wanted to work behind the scenes. I had worked multiple retail jobs to help pay for school expenses but I wasn’t a fan of customer service due to my shy nature. I left out the part about me being a chronic bedwetter until the age of 12. And that it put a huge dent in my self-confidence. I had really few friends, and rarely talked to my family. I was an only child after all. “Let us explain the position: We need someone to be in the office to manage the inventory. Our old manager had to quit because he had a family emergency. Most of the system is automated but you’ll need to enter the purchases into the computer system by hand.” “That shouldn’t be an issue. I am quite competent with computers. “ “Excellent! We offer a competitive salary as well as medical, dental, signing bonus and other benefits. Come, let us give you a tour of the facility.” Danny motioned me out of the office and onto the main floor. Workers were busy breaking down pallets of inventory and sorting it by type. Large packages of diapers were storied in nice, orderly stacks. Other areas held adult baby clothing – rompers, onesies, and short-alls. A third section contained all the supplies – wipes, bibs and pacifiers. A forth section contained furniture and car seats. However, I noticed that the workers were wearing rompers themselves. Some even had light up shoes. And it was obvious that they were in diapers! “We get shipment in every Monday from our suppliers. The orders usually cut off in the late afternoon.” Hank informed me as we walked. We climbed the stairs and entered the second floor, which consisted of two dozen cubicles. Many workers were typing away on reports or managing the company website. In just T-shirts and diapers. I was memorized. Why would all the workers be diapered? “I see you have some questions.” Danny noticed the look on my face. “Well, uh… um… why is everyone wearing the merchandise?” Hank laughed. “Many of us either love diapers or actually have medical issues. I had terrible bladder infections when I was younger so I can’t wear regular underwear anymore.” “I was injured at a construction site and the resulting nerve damage put me in diapers as well.” Danny added. “I see.” I took a deep breath to calm myself. “Come, the tour is not over.” They led me back down the stairs, past the storage area and into the restrooms. There was a few traditional restrooms, however the majority of the room consisted of multiple changing tables. One of which was occupied. I watched in fascination as the Nanny Bot tore the tapes off the worker’s soggy disposable diaper and threw it in the nearby trash bin. His groin area was gently wiped down, and a dollop of rash cream was applied to his bottom. Lastly, the Bot lifted his bottom and put a fresh disposable around his waist and gently secured it. His onesie was then buttoned down and he was lifted off the table, and the Bot gave him a pat on the bum, the universal sign to ‘go play.’ From there we walked in to the showers. I saw a handful of men and women in the showers, having their bodies washed by more Nanny Bots. The Bots were paying close attention to their groin areas. Each worker had no pubic hair. Next was the breakroom. Several workers, located in high chairs, were being fed by the Nanny bots. Bibs graced their necks, and their faces were messy. After that came the nap room. A few workers were laying in cribs, staring at mobiles. A few were even snoring. Finally we walked back into the office. “Well, what do you think?” Hank’s eyes never left my face. Now my parents never made me wear them when I was having bedwetting troubles. Instead my father would wake me up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. And Mom would always make sure that I used the restroom before going to bed. In high school, I would walk down the diaper aisle at the local supermarket and wonder what it would be like to wear diapers. Once I saw a child having a small tantrum as his mother picked up a package of large pull ups for him. I never had enough money for them when I was in college, and I didn’t want to freak my roommates out. Once I earned my degree and moved back home, I would browse the internet at the various websites and order a few samples. That’s how I found the job opening. I looked at both Hank and Danny. “I’d be happy to work for you. Where do I sign?” Danny handed me a small stack of forms. “Just so you know, you don’t have to wear diapers if you don’t want to. We don’t make it a condition of employment. But if you do decide to wear them, you have to use them for both intended purposes. It’s a big step, so take as much time as you need.” I started signing and dating them. “I don’t mind wearing diapers. I actually started wearing them recently and they have been a huge confidence booster. I’m even wearing one right now.” Hank grinned. “Are you wet?” “A little. I stain my undies when I get nervous.” “Well, I’m soaked, and I’m sure Danny is as well. Let’s pay a visit to the changing room before you go, shall we?” I shook both their hands. “Thank you so much for this opportunity!” “You’re most welcome.” The three of us entered the restrooms. Bots immediately walked up to us. Their eyes glowed for a moment. The next moment our clothing was stripped off. I noticed both Hank and Danny’s diapers were drooping quite dangerously. One by one the three of us were picked up and deposited onto the very large changing table. Our legs were hoisted into the air as our diapers were removed. The Bot changing me noticed my pubic hair. A plastic razor appeared in its hand as if by magic. I stared at the razor apprehensively. “Just relax.” Hank told me. I took a deep breath as the offending hairs were shaved off. I shivered as the cold wipe cleaned my backside. Powder and cream followed and soon my manhood was incased in a thick fluffy diaper with crayons decorating the front. The Bot then removed my undershirt and then put me in a blue onesie with a dinosaur on the front. I raised my arms, and the Bot picked me up and set me on the ground with a pat on my bum. “You look great!” Danny told me. “Thanks. Do I need to pay for the onesie?” “Don’t worry about it.” “Okay. I’d better be going now. I’ve got a few errands to run. I start next Monday?” “The sooner the better.” “See ya then!” *** I was so happy that I got the job! I didn’t even care that I walked out of the building in my onesie. Fortunately, I always kept a spare change of casual clothing in the trunk of my car in case of emergencies, so I hastily put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt over my onesie. That night I treated my parents to a nice restaurant and broke the news. They were happy for me, and excited that I could now afford a place of my own. My parents had no problems with me staying, but I was desperately wanting a place of my own. No more hiding diapers underneath my bed. No more yelling that I was tying up the bathroom. The next morning I spent the day scouring the town for apartments. Fortunately I found a nice one bedroom condo on the ground floor 10 minutes away from the factory. I fell in love immediately and an hour later I had my own place! My parents helped me pack my things, but they were surprised that I didn’t want to take my bed with me. I placed an order for an adult baby furniture from the River-Bridge website that afternoon. As I was unloading my car, a delivery truck stopped in front of the complex. “Sir, if you would sign here for your package.” I signed the driver’s electronic pad and he then dropped off two large boxes at my front door. I moved them into the living room and opened the top with a simple pull. One box contained the most childish adult diapers that I’ve ever seen. Dinosaurs, Stars, Crayons, Super Heroes, and all kinds of other designs. The second box had rompers, onesies, short-alls, t-shirts, short shorts, bibs, wipes and pacifiers. All in large quantities. A note was included on the top: Welcome aboard! -Hank and Danny The same driver dropped off my bed the next day, and I spent the rest of the time assembling it. Thank goodness for instruction books, otherwise I’d never have a chance! The high chair came the day after. Initially, I had worried about what my parents would think about all the baby things. They knew that I wanted to be a little boy forever, but I could tell they were disappointed in me. And I was too timid to explain everything. However, my parents had other plans. Yet another delivery man had dropped off a large package on Saturday. However, it wasn’t anything that I had ordered. The delivery guy and I were on a first name basis at this point. “Go on, open it up.” My mom urged me. I eagerly tore off the tape and unwrapped a state of the art Nanny Bot! I was speechless. A state of the art, human like android. This must have cost them a fortune! “Since we won’t be around that often, we needed someone to make sure that our little boy gets his diapers changed in a timely manner.” My dad grinned. A large lump appeared in my throat. “But I thought you didn’t approve of my lifestyle.” “Gary, we still love you no matter what kind of life you choose. And you’ll always be our little boy.” My mom assured me. I ran over to give my parents a large hug as I am a terrible crier. “Well, we need to see if it works.” My dad turned on the power switch at the base of the robot’s body. Its eyes lit up as it scanned the room. “My name is B-5221633.” “How about I call you Adina instead, B-5221633?” The Bot’s eyes glowed for a moment. “Name change accepted and owner database updated.” “Adina, can you check on baby Gary?” My mom asked. It walked over to me and picked me up. I felt synthetic fingers unzip my jeans and pull them down. Exposing my diaper. Two of the fingers inserted themselves into my waistband. “Gary is definitely wet and needs his diaper changed. Where are the supplies located?” The voice emanating from the speakers was definitely feminine. “The bedroom closet.” It carried me into the bedroom where it laid me on my newly assembled crib. My mom started handing it the necessary supplies. “Thank you, Mrs. Fairchild.” My waist was lifted up into the air as the changing pad was placed underneath me. The machine gently untapped the sides of the soggy diaper and pulled it off my body. It folded the dirty diaper and tossed it in the pail next to my dresser. I shivered as my privates were wiped down. Powder and cream were then applied, and a fresh diaper was freshly secured to my waistline. I especially enjoyed the large Superhero decorating the front. I was then dressed in a baby blue onesie with a bear on the front. “Looks like our baby is all set.” My parents each gave me a kiss on the cheek. They were heading back home, as it was late. I kissed them back and waved as they left. The Bot deposited me on the couch and turned on the TV to the Cartoon channel. Moments later the Bot sat down on the couch and gathered me into its arms. A warm bottle of milk was in one hand and my baby blanket was in the other. I eagerly drank as the Bot held the bottle. Soon it was gently rocking me. I hadn’t felt this content in years. Soon my eyelids became heavy. The last thing I remember that night is being carried back into my bedroom. *** When Monday rolled around, I showed up to work in just my dinosaur onesie that I’d been gifted. Danny was working in the front office, and he escorted me to my own cubicle. The IT lady, Bethany, was waiting for me at my desk. She shook my hand, and told me to let her know if I had any issues. She then hurriedly left, because she had a really messy diaper. I wrinkled my nose, silently telling myself that I’d get used to the smell. The next few hours were spent with Danny as he tutored me on how the inventory system was supposed to work. I immediately got busy handing new order requests and entering them in the system. Time seemed to blur as I entered in purchase orders and make sure all the inventory numbers were accurate. A tap on my shoulder broke my concentration. “Lunchtime.” A Nanny Bot was behind me. I raised my hands and the Bot carried me to the cafeteria. I already saw Hank and Danny sitting in high chairs. They were just dressed in their diapers and bibs encircled their necks. My onesie was removed and I was placed in a high chair next to them. Both men were trying to eat spaghetti with toddler silverware and were managing to get sauce all over their faces and bibs. “Let me guess, messy food is always on the menu?” I joked. “Yup, and it’s really good!” Hank gave me a wink. A large bowl of spaghetti, meatballs and sauce was placed in front of me and I attacked it with vigor. Moments later, Danny started laughing uproariously. “What’s so funny?” “You managed to get sauce in your hair!” Hank and I joined in on the laughter. Midway through my meal, I felt a familiar pressure on my bowels. Hank saw me shifting uncomfortably in my high chair. “Number one or two?” “Two. And I’ve never done it before in a diaper.” “The first time’s always the hardest.” Bethany chimed in from a few high chairs away. A Nanny Bot noticed my distress. It unlocked the chair and picked me up. The synthetic hand started gently rubbing my tummy. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just let it go.” It was difficult to override years of potty training, but nature eventually won. I deposited a large load in my diaper and began to whimper. The Bot picked me up and took me to the changing room, its hand gently rubbing my back. It told me that I was a good boy for using my diaper but I didn’t feel like one. I hated the feeling of poop being smeared all over my backside. Soon I was laid down on the changing table. My dirty diaper was removed, and I was then carried to the showers. The Bot made sure the water was nice and warm before putting my naked body under the nozzle. It paid special attention to my backside, making sure that every crevice was cleaned. Ten minutes later I was pulled from heaven and dried with a large fluffy white towel. I was put in a fresh diaper and once again put in a onesie. After lunch was naptime. It was recently implemented over the weekend, and the workers really loved it. Resting for 90 minutes after lunch helped them be more productive. A room next to the cubicles served as a nap room, and the room was full of cribs. I saw many warehouse and office workers blissfully sleeping. Many were sucking their thumbs or pacifiers. I was put in a corner crib and the blanket was pulled up to my shoulders. I stared at the mobile above my head as it twirled, rotating all the spaceships and planets. Life can’t get much better than this. I woke up from the nap absolutely soaked. Fortunately, my diaper didn’t leak. I was surprised as I hadn’t wet myself in my sleep in ten years. Apparently my body was acclimating to my new job! I glanced over and saw Hank sitting up and stretching. A telltale stench emanated from his crib. Bots carried us back to the changing room. I managed to work a few more hours after the Bot deposited me back at my desk. I didn’t even notice that I still had my pacifier in my mouth until I was halfway home. *** My second day in the office was actually the most memorable. Mainly because it was my birthday. During lunchtime, Hank announced to everyone that they had a surprise for me. I don’t know how he knew that my birthday was coming up. I couldn’t remember if I had mentioned it in the interview or not. I knew something was up when my high chair was placed in the center of the cafeteria. One of the Bots brought out a nine inch German chocolate cake. The candles had already been lit and soon everyone was singing happy birthday to me. I blew out the candles to the applause of my co-workers. I was surprised when no silverware or bib was provided to me. I glanced over at Danny and asked him about it. “That’s the point.” Danny grinned. I chuckled as I eagerly dove into the cake. I managed to get it all over my face, chest, arms, and hair. I even got cake on the inside of my diaper! Just like a little toddler would. The Bots also took several pictures, to be prominently displayed on the cafeteria walls. Many of my brand new co-workers made sure to pat my back and wish me a happy birthday. I should have been embarrassed about the whole situation. But I felt right at home because I found others who loved to be babied just like I did. I was also secretly glad the Bot took off my onesie before lunch, as the chocolate would never come out of the wash. As I was carried into the showers, I asked the Bot carrying me if I could have some extra time being bathed. “Five extra minutes. Then you need to get back to work, Gary. You still have a dozen purchase orders to log.” Came the reply. I savored every second. The Bot toweled me down and carried me back to the changing table. Once I was diapered, I was dressed in a cartoon t-shirt and elastic short shorts. I managed to finish work early, so I pulled out my coloring book as well as my colored pencils. Unlike most kids, I never grew out of coloring. I found it a great way to unplug from my stress, and let my imagination flow onto the pages. In fact, I have a full shelf of completed coloring books. I felt another tap on my shoulder. “Gary. It is getting late and you should be heading home.” The Bot gently informed me. Yawning, I put my coloring supplies back in my briefcase. Once I was ready, the Bot took my hand and walked me to the car. I thanked the Bot as I started up the engine and put on my seat belt. That seat belt saved my life. Halfway home, I was struck by a large SUV that ran a red light. The collision spun both our vehicles around. The windows exploded as my car crumpled inward. I roared in agony as I was pinned in my chair. Soon both cars came to a rest. Adrenaline was flowing through my veins as I tried desperately to free myself but I was wedged in tightly. Sirens appeared in the distance, steadily growing louder. I forced myself to take deep breaths and remain calm. The driver behind me had parked her vehicle in front of mine to block traffic. She appeared at my window. “Are you okay?” “I think so, but my foot’s stuck.” A moment later she was joined by firemen and EMS. Time seemed to slow down as they expertly pried me from the remains of my car. It reminded me of using a can opener on a can of black beans. I wasn’t too badly injured but my right foot screamed in pain if I tried to put any weight on it. They helped me into the back of the ambulance. All the tension in my body released as I laid down. EMS workers gave me something for the pain as they monitored my vitals. At that moment in my life, I needed someone to talk to. Fishing out my cell phone from my pocket, I called my parents to let them know what happened. Mom initially thought I was heading into major surgery, but I got her to relax. “My car took the brunt of the impact, though my foot got banged up pretty bad.” “Thank goodness for small miracles. Which hospital are you going to?” “Midtown.” I told her after asking one of the EMS workers. “Your father and I will meet you there.” I hung up the phone. “I’m gonna miss that car.” *** Turns out my foot wasn’t broken, but the bones in my right foot were bruised. Doctors recommended I say off it for six to eight weeks. I was also issued a prescription for some heavy duty pain killers, along with strict instructions to take them only when necessary. My foot ached with every movement, every touch. “I do have one other question, Mr. Fairchild.” The nurse on staff asked me. “Yes?” “I didn’t see anything in your record that indicated any problems with incontinence.” I had messed my diaper before I climbed in, intending to have Adina change me when I got home. And the nurses on staff discovered it when stripped off my clothes. After the X-rays, the nurses changed me and made sure I was comfortable. I was embarrassed through the whole situation, as I hadn’t intended for complete strangers to find out about my love for diapers. “Oh. I actually just got a job at the River-Bridge diaper factory.” “I see. If you do experience any incontinence issues, please let me know.” The nurse helped me into a wheel chair. I avoided contact when my diaper crinkled as I moved. He didn’t say anything, but the warm gaze in his eyes told me that I had nothing to be ashamed of. He wheeled to another department where I was issued a plastic brace. I was glad not to get crutches, as I didn’t want to lug them everywhere I went. Mom and Dad met me a few moments later. We embraced for several minutes, not wanting to be let go. “I spoke with the police. The other guy didn’t survive the accident. Turns out he wasn’t wearing his seat belt and was driving on a suspended license.” I winced as I was laid down in the back of my mom’s old station wagon. I gingerly put on my seat belt as my parents drove me back to my condo. We didn’t speak much, instead we hummed along to the radio. Anything to take my mind off the aching pain in my foot. Once we had parked in my parking spot, my parents opened the car door and helped me from the car to the door. When Adina opened the front door and saw me, she immediately scooped me up. Adina assured my parents that I would be comfortable. “We’d better get going.” My dad said. Night had already fallen, and my parents didn’t like to drive in the dark. Mom made sure to kiss my forehead before they left. I just had one more task. I fished my cellphone from my pocket and dialed Hank. I called him because I knew Danny went to bed early so he could be the first one in the office. Never understood why, but then again I’m not a morning person. He answered on the third ring. “What’s up?” I informed him about the gnarly car accident as well as having trouble walking. “Is there a way I can work from home?” “No can do. The software is proprietary and IT would have a tantrum if they took it outside the building.” “Well, I’m going to need some way to get to work. I can’t drive a rental car and my parents are too busy with other commitments to help me out.” Hank thought for a moment. “I don’t mind picking you up. You can try out my car seat.” “Your what?” “Car seat. I designed it myself.” “Wait a minute. If you’re in a car seat then who’s driving?” “My electric van has a super advanced autopilot. I just buckle in my five point harness and tell the computer to take me to work.” “That sounds awesome! What time tomorrow will you arrive?” “I’ll pick you up on Thursday. You take tomorrow off. You’re already filed your inventory reports so we can manage one day without you.” “Thanks so much.” Relief filled my voice. No way was I going to make it to work on time. “You’re welcome. Now if you don’t mind, you’re interrupting my beauty sleep.” *** Adina turned out to be a godsend. She made sure that my diaper area remained clean, as it was too difficult to get up to use the restroom. When I wanted to take a bath, she got the temperature just right and got me my bath toys. She lovingly scrubbed every inch of my body. When I was done, she lifted me out and dried me with a large fluffy towel. As she laid me on my bed, she handed me a baby bottle full of juice as well as my tablet so I could watch Netflix. She even fed me lunch, which she cooked herself. I was leery at first but Adina had been programmed with tens of thousands of recipes. My insurance company was also very helpful. The adjusters had taken a look at my car and informed me that I would be getting a large check in my bank account in the next few days. My eyebrows lifted when I saw the dollar amount they quoted. Didn’t know that piece of junk was worth so much. In between Netflix episodes, I browsed the River-Bridge website. They only sold one model of car seat, and I placed an expedited order. I didn’t mind driving but the accident had soured my attitude. The sooner humanity gave up the privilege of driving, the better. That night Adina laid out my work clothes (a matched onesie and short-alls) and the stroller at my request. I had two important meetings with the heads of finance and marketing. Maybe I could sit in my stroller and work on my laptop and one of the Nanny Bots could push me around the office? “It’s late, Gary. Time for your nightly bottle.” Adina broke my concentration by picking me up. She walked over to the living room and sat in the rocking chair. An already warmed bottle sat on the coffee table. I rested my head against Adina’s shoulder as she cradled me, her hand patting my diapered bottom. A yawn escaped my lips, and the bottle was inserted into my mouth. I drank slowly, the taste of formula on my tongue. Weariness slowly overcame me, and I fell asleep. The last thing I remember that night is being carried to my crib. *** I awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through my window. I could smell breakfast. How did Adina know French toast was my favorite? I went to call her but my voice was muffled. Belatedly I realized I had a pacifier in my mouth. I popped it out and called for Adina. I also awoke to a surprise – my diaper was soaking wet. I had been years since I wet myself during the night. The last time I was 12 years old, on a camping trip with the scouts. I was fortunate enough that Dad came along with me and helped clean me up before any of the other boys noticed. “Adina!” I called again. She appeared moments later. I raised my arms so she could lift me up. “I see baby Gary needs a change. And his breakfast.” As she was wiping down my groin, the doorbell rang. Leaving me on the changing table, she walked to the front door to find Hank wearing a onesie and short-alls as well. She ushered him inside and lead him into my bedroom. “You’re early!” I remarked as Adina finished putting me in a fresh diaper. “I thought I could help you out but I didn’t realize you had a state of the art Nanny Bot.” “Her name’s Adina, and she was a birthday gift from my parents.” “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Hank.” He shook her hand. Her eyes glowed for a moment as they drifted towards his waist. “Should I change his diaper as well, baby Gary? He is quite wet.” “I am?” He put a hand to his crotch. I stifled a laugh. “Go ahead Adina. I have plenty of supplies.” Hank tried and failed to not be embarrassed as Adina picked him up and set him next to me on the changing table. She undid the crotch snaps on his short-alls and gently pulled them up, revealing a disposable diaper that was sagging dangerously. She deftly disposed of it, keeping his legs in the air. “Seems you have the beginnings of a rash, baby Hank. Please be sure to use more diaper cream.” “Okay.” Hank sucked his thumb as the cream was applied to his backside. A fresh diaper encircled his loins and the crotch snaps were resealed. “Time for breakfast. Have you eaten, baby Hank?” “Yes. Thanks for asking.” Adina picked me up with one arm and took Hank’s hand in the other. We walked to my kitchen where I was deposited in a high chair. A bib wrapped itself around my neck. Fresh French toast, cut up into bite size pieces was placed in front of me. As I ate, Hank took the opportunity to go over my meeting plans. I managed to answer all his questions with a shake of my sticky head as I didn’t want to talk with my mouth full. Adina wiped my mouth with a wash cloth when I was all done. She laid out several different clothing options for me to choose. I chose a onesie with a monster truck on the front and elastic short shorts. Adina also fitted my brace onto my bad foot. I winced in pain as she made sure it was snug. She carried my diaper bag and my stroller out to Hank’s van. She then came back for me. Hank helped direct her into strapping me into the car seat. He didn’t have an extra seat, so he sat in the seat next to me. The seat itself was extremely comfy. I enjoyed watching the scenery fly by as his van drove itself to the factory. “I already made a purchase for my own seat. It should be arriving late tonight.” “Decided already?” “Yup. I’ve had my fill of driving.” I paused. “You’re an amazing designer. I don’t think I could have come up with anything so sleek and comfy.” “You’re welcome.” As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed the construction vehicles that had been hogging parking spaces had left. “What’s with all the construction? I didn’t see any going on inside the factory.” Hank grinned. “It’s top secret.” “Aw, but I wanna know!” I whined. “All right, but you can’t tell ANYONE. It’s our fifteenth anniversary and the higher ups decided to build a playground behind the factory. It’s going to be bigger than the ones in the city parks but just as awesome.” “Oh.” My face fell. I absolutely loved the idea but my foot injury might keep me from playing. “Don’t worry. There’s still ways you can enjoy yourself even with your foot.” Hank must have seen my expression. “I hope so.” I mumbled to myself as Hank opened the doors. He popped open the trunk and took out my stroller. I had already freed myself from the car seat and hobbled over to the door, careful not to put any pressure on my bad foot. With Hank’s assistance, I was guided into the stroller and buckled in. Hank put my diaper bag in the storage area underneath me and did the honors of pushing me into work. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but thanks. For the signing bonus, for the help, for…” My emotions started getting the better of me. Hank stopped the stroller and put his arms around my shoulder. Why did the water works have to start before 10 am? Hank didn’t need to say anything. But his reassuring grip on my shoulder spoke for him. I managed to rein in my emotions before I was rolled into the office. Many of my coworkers were shocked to hear about my accident. Word had spread like wildfire around the office. Bethany provided a laptop for me to use while I was in my stroller. I reassured them that I was okay, that my car had taken the brunt of the impact. When I finally had a moment to myself, I made sure that all my slides were ready for the big meeting later today. Danny appeared at my desk. “You ready?” “Yeah. Let’s get it over with.” Danny pushed my stroller into a large conference room. I hadn’t expected to see the department heads and corporate officers sitting in large infant bouncy chairs around a large circular table. Many of them were typing on their large laptops. Or discussing figures, processes, and other ideas among one another. I hesitantly cleared my throat, which silenced the room. My bladder chose that moment to empty itself into my diaper. My mild fear of public speaking threatened to overwhelm me. However, I still gave my presentation about updating the supply chain software. At the end, the VP’s put their heads together and decided to go ahead with the plan. There were only a few technical questions at the end, and I had no problems answering them. I sank back into my stroller with relief. I hadn’t realized that I was drenched in sweat. And my foot was throbbing with every heartbeat. Danny wheeled me out as the Nanny Bots came in to retrieve the others. “Um, can you take me to the changing room?” “Sure thing. I could use a change myself.” He replied. A familiar stench assaulted my nostrils. “Was that before or during the meeting?” Danny laughed. “A few minutes in. Stress makes my bowels quiver.” “I hadn’t noticed.” I deadpanned. A Bot inspected both of us as we entered and determined that we both needed showers. Our clothes were peeled off our bodies. Danny had his bottom expertly wiped. Our dirty diapers were thrown into the bin and both of us were herded into the showers. The water felt heavenly against my skin, and the Bots were gentle as they scrubbed our skin down. Danny watched with mild amusement as I had to be held under the shower, as my foot still couldn’t support my weight. Good thing most Nanny Bots are waterproof. As we were being dried off, I asked the Bot holding me if I couldn’t have a painkiller. “Medication will be dispensed once you have been diapered.” Came the response. We were both carried to the changing tables where cream, powder and fresh diapers awaited us. I sighed contentedly as I laid back and allowed the Bot to finish its work. Once I was diapered, I was then offered a choice of onesies to wear. The choice was between pale green and burgundy. I pointed towards the latter. The Bot walked over to a small cabinet. It returned with a large syringe full of a purple liquid. I wasn’t expecting a pill, not a liquid. But at this point I’d take anything to stop the pain. “Open up.” I opened my mouth and let the grape flavored painkiller be squired into my mouth. The taste rolled around my tongue. A baby bottle full of water was handed to me and I drank greedily. The Bot affectionately rubbed my back. My eyelids became heavy all the sudden. The stress of the meeting had thoroughly worn me out. The next thing I know I’m being tucked into one of the cribs. I glance over and see Danny also being put down for a nap. Pacifiers were gently inserted into our mouths and soon both of us were asleep. The next thing I remember is waking up in Hank’s car seat on the ride home. I panicked at first, but Hank assured me that I didn’t miss anything important. He, Danny and my other co-workers agreed to let me sleep in as they handled the rest of my work load. I glanced down and noticed I was wearing a different colored onesie – the pale green one from earlier. I shot a questioning look at Hank and he told me that my diaper leaked during my nap. I didn’t even wake as the Bot changed my diaper and put a new onesie on me. “Um, Hank? Can you go car shopping with me this weekend? I love commuting to work with you but I need a vehicle to go run errands and such.” I could have gotten the car myself. But I always wanted someone to go with me for big purchases because I needed their emotional support. Even if they didn’t say anything. “Sorry, I can’t. My husband and I have a prior engagement. However, Danny would be happy to take you. His wife drives the same model van that I do.” The van rolled up. My front door opened, and Adina walked out once we came to a stop. I clumsily unbuckled my seat belt and waited for her to open the door. I was freed from the car seat and was pulled into Adina’s arms. Her hand gently patted my diapered bottom. Hank handed her my diaper bag, which she carried with her other hand. Hank helped carry in my stroller. “Did you have a good day at work?” She asked me. “My presentation went okay, so I’d say yes.” “Your car seat arrived an hour ago. I have unboxed it and set it by the front door.” “Thank you, Adina.” “My pleasure. Wave good-bye to Hank.” She prompted me. I waved as the van door shut at Hank’s voice command. The van pulled out as Adina carried me inside. Dinner was chicken nuggets, French fries and steamed veggies. The meal brought back memories of my childhood as I ate in my high chair. I managed to get BBQ sauce all over my face and stain my onesie. I was carried to the bathroom where Adina got the water running. She removed my onesie and tossed it into the hamper. My soggy diaper was deposited in the pail, my brace was removed and I was deposited in the tub. Adina handed me a few toys as she gently washed me. I still found it hard for her to wash my privates, but I swallowed my pride as the wash cloth made its way down. As she washed my feet, I suppressed a giggle. “Is someone ticklish on the bottoms of their feet?” “I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might incriminate myself.” Once I was cleaned, she let me soak while she gathered my pajamas. Once I had thoroughly wrinkled, I was plucked from the tub and thoroughly dried. Once I was powdered, creamed and diapered I was carried into the living room where another syringe full of pain meds awaited me. I dutifully swallowed the contents, plus another baby bottle full of formula. I didn’t think I was tired. After all, I had a large nap this afternoon! But soon I yawned and closed my eyes. I listened to the steady humming of children’s rhymes as Adina rocked me back and forth. She placed a pacifier in my mouth, replacing my thumb. Moments later I was tucked into my crib and Adina dimmed the lights as she left. *** Friday morning arrived, and I woke up excited to try out my new car seat. Hank was instrumental in helping Adina install it properly. “Is Gary’s diaper bag in the back of the car?” He asked her. “Not yet. I will retrieve it momentarily.” Adina made sure both Hank and I were buckled in, and we were off to work. The two of us spent the time getting to know one another a little more. Hank had been married to Jamison for seven years. His husband didn’t mind the diapers, and enjoyed treating his spouse like a spoiled toddler. “He even takes me over my knee, pulls down my diaper and spanks me if I’ve been especially naughty.” “Really? I’ve never been spanked as a child.” “I never was either, but we experimented and found that we enjoyed it. And spanking helps me stay on my best behavior.” “Remind me to discuss it with Adina later.” Hank shook his head. “Nanny Bots aren’t programmed to harm humans. You’ll have to find an actual human to do that.” “Aww, but I’m terrible at socializing.” “Don’t sell yourself short, Gary. I’m sure you’ll find your special someone.” Hank wheeled me into the office building just like yesterday. Once I reached my desk, he pulled my laptop from my diaper bag and reminded me to call him if I needed anything. I spent the morning working on reports and answering emails. A few hours in, a notification popped up for a company-wide meeting after lunch. All the employees gathered on the factory floor. Being confined to a stroller has its advantages, as I was placed up front. The CEO stood once everyone arrived and the private conversations ceased. In a loud voice, he announced that the playground was finished! He invited all of us to follow him outside. Everyone was surprised, as it was completed ahead of schedule. Danny pushed me out to the area behind the warehouse, where all my co-workers descended on the new equipment. Tears sprang to my eyes. How I wanted to go and play with my new friends! But I hadn’t even tried walking with my brace on. My thoughts were clouded with worry. What if I re-injured myself? Danny came to my rescue. He wheeled me over to the swing set and unbuckled me from my stroller. He and Bethany helped me into the swing, and soon I was flying high. My worries were forgotten as I soared back and forth. My laughter echoed across the park. Danny and I switched fifteen minutes later. He grinned as I pushed him higher and higher in the swing. When he became bored he helped me climb up onto the playground. I could see the worry in his eyes, but my brace ended up not bothering me. I spent the afternoon on the slide, and climbing back up to slide again. I slid down the metal pole, pretending to be a fireman, off to rescue cats stuck in trees. I spun the wheel at the top, pretending to be a pirate – the fiercest rogue of the seven seas. I completely lost track of time as we played. Before I knew it the sun was beginning to set and I was hot, dusty and tired. The Bots carried us back to the showers. The warm water washed over our bodies. “Gary, I wanted to run something by you.” Danny said from across the way. I was still having trouble being bathed in public, but none of my co-workers seemed to mind. I willed myself not to blush as I kept my gaze on Danny’s face. And not the Nanny Bot who was cleaning his diaper area. “I’m listening.” I purred as my back was lathered with soap. “QA wants to do some testing on some products currently in development, and wanted to know if you were interested.” “What kind of products?” “We have some older style outfits. 1950’s era shirt and diaper sets, sailor suits, that sort of thing. I also think we have a toddler harness or two that we need to test out, but I need to double check on that.” “I’d be happy to!” I squeaked as the sponge made its way down to my bum. “Oh, I forgot! Can you go car shopping with me tomorrow, Danny?” “Sure. My schedule is usually open on weekends.” “I’ll need you to pick me up.” “Nine sound good?” I nodded. *** Danny was true to his word. He and his wife Lydia showed up promptly to pick me up. “Come in!” I shouted from the bedroom. He burst out laughing when he saw me being dressed in a sailor suit by Adina. I had gotten the outfit before I left work yesterday and wanted to try it out. “You look great!” “Thanks,” I murmured shyly. Adina grabbed my car seat, which Danny expertly installed. His was right next to mine. Once Adina strapped us both in, and we were off to the car dealer. “Do you have in mind what you are wanting to get?” “Yup.” I stared out the window. I had some questions on my mind, but I didn’t know how to explain them. However, Danny was very good at reading people. “You’re nervous about the salesman seeing you dressed as a toddler, aren’t you?” “It’s not just them. It’s the whole town. Nobody seems to mind that the factory employees wear diapers and infantile clothing. I just don’t understand.” Danny looked at me reassuringly. “I was here when the factory opened up. To say that there were concerns was an understatement. A city council meeting was called between Sally, the CEO of the company and concerned citizens. She patiently answered every question, and there hasn’t been any issues since. She’s always had a way with people.” “I’m sure they were understanding for the workers who had medical issues.” “Indeed. In fact, more businesses started remodeling their bathrooms to accommodate adult sized changing tables. Restaurants expanded their kids’ menus. And several adult daycares opened for business, bringing in much needed revenue given recent economic conditions.” I was astounded. “I’m surprised a community would be so nice. I wasn’t expecting that when I moved here.” “Me neither.” Danny replied as the van rolled up to the car dealership. The next few hours were spent haggling over price, features and accessibility. Danny and Lydia peppered me with good suggestions to help keep the price down. The sales staff was professional throughout the whole exchange, and I even got several compliments on my cute outfit. “I’ll be back. Gotta get changed.” Danny told me. His cheeks looked rosier than normal. Lydia giggled as she pulled her husband towards the restroom. After filling out a mountain of paperwork, the dealership handed me the keys to my new vehicle. I was elated! It was so much more advanced than my old car. So many new safety features. A stereo that worked. Even a better engine! Once the salesman helped me program the autopilot, I encouraged my friends to take the afternoon off. “I plan to go home, soak in the tub, get my diaper changed, and take a large nap.” “Trust me, you’ve earned it. See you next Monday!” Danny told me as Lydia strapped him into his car seat. *** “Well, how was your first week working for River-Bridge?” Hank asked me. He and Danny ambushed me when I returned to work, to see how I was doing. Hank pushed my stroller into one of the small offices on the ground floor. “I love my job!” “Glad to hear it! How’s your foot doing?” “The throbbing has gone way down. I no longer have to take the meds anymore. And I wanted to thank all of you for your support. I wouldn’t change anything if I had to go back in time.” “You’re quite welcome!” Hank shook my hand. Tears welled into my eyes. I had struggled so hard to find a place in this world. To meet so many new friends was liberating. The boost to my self-confidence was noticeable, even to me. I smiled more. I laughed more. And most importantly, I had found a career that I loved. A job where I could work in diapers, eat in a high chair, sleep in a crib, play on a playground, wear kids clothes, and have all my needs taken care of. Man, was I blessed! “Come, Gary. We have much work to do.” Hank smiled as he wheeled me onto the factory floor. THE END
  11. It’s A Family Affair Arthur Mitchell had known Betsy Allen since grade school. It was almost destined for them to get together as they were not only neighbors but we're the two in school every year that seemed to have the most wetting accidents. Well why not they were the kids that their parents seemed to have to wash wet sheets for every day because they couldn't seem to keep theirs dry. Arthur's and Betsy ' s mother's were talking and found that both of their kids were nighttime wetters and either or both would almost daily come home from school wet or would be wet before supper. Both were happy to have a sympathetic ear to discuss the raising of bed wetters, and pants wetters. They had tried punishments, no liquids after 1800 hours or 6 pm, getting them up at different hours of the night to go potty, rewards, alarms, medications but nothing seemed to help. Betsy was even called Betsy Wetsy by the other kids and her siblings, that really didn't seem to bother her. Finally both mother's started to diaper their kids day and night which didn't cure them but helped them seem to fit in better at least the other kids quit calling Betsy; Betsy Wetsy other than her siblings who continued to call her that. About the time to start Junior High School both mothers took their child out of day time diapers, but both would either wet on the way home or later during play. But more often than not would be wet at school still so the diapers and plastic pants went back on until high school at least, both mother's thought that they would try it again then. Besides they were still wet at nights and between them both had not had more than a handful of dry nights since they were kids Since their mothers were so close Arthur would go over to Betsy ' s house with his mother or Betsy would go to Arthur's house with hers. They were left alone most times and the two mother's were oblivious to the budding romance between the two teenagers. Each knew the others secret of what they wore to bed and what they were wearing in the day because when the mothers talked it was as if the kids weren't there so when the discussions for day wetting and bed wetting each child knew the other was in the same leaky boat so to speak.   This continued through Junior High School and when mom's took them out of diapers in Senior High School, the day wetting had improved but there were still accidents during school. But it was decided to let them stay out of day time diapers, nighttime was a other issue entirely. Neither showed any progress what so ever in that department. In fact, the only change had been the size of the diapers and plastic pants used meaning bigger sizes. Both Arthur and Betsy attended a local College because of their bed wetting decided campus life was not for them. During this time though they were dating and falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. They knew that each other still were bed wetters. Arthur had never called her Betsy Wetsy, telling her it would have made him a hypocrite of he had. Since they were both over 18 they planned on marring each other after college. Arthur got his degree in computer engineering while Betsy graduated with her degree in nursing. Arthur was about 5 foot 10 and was a redhead weighed about 135 he looked skinny but was pretty tough as his brothers used to tell him "I'd rather be dead than to wet my bed and be red in the head." After a few years his brothers never picked on him after he'd inflicted bloody noses, fat lips and a few black eyes. Wetting his bed had made him tougher he was sure of it. Betsy was a brunette and people would say she was cute not beautiful but she had an innocence about her that seemed to make her more beautiful. When they told their parents that they planned on getting married their parents thought it was a joke. Both were still wetting their diapers at night and looked like they would forever. They brought up the point "that since they were still wetting at night how much luck do you think we would have if we were to date other non bed wetters?" "We would probably never marry and continue to live at home until we're your age!" Both sets of parents had never thought of it like that, but the more the kids talked it made sense. Besides the parents could see the love that they had for each other, and decided that the at least deserved a chance. They were married on Valentine’s day the following year.   About Christmas time Betsy informed Arthur that she was expecting their first child she was about 2 months along. Arthur couldn't have been happier as a matter of fact he was over the moon. When he remembered a statistic that if both parents were bed wetter there was a 70% chance that their kids would be, he wondered what the odds were if both parents were active bed wetters. He brought this fact up to Betsy who said "if they do are we going to love them less? Arthur said hell no! Betsy said "we will understand more of what their going through right?" Arthur could only agree. Betsy said "and If they don't have a problem we will teach them to not make fun of the ones who do, including us! " about 7 months later Betsy gave birth to a hefty 9 pound baby boy in mid July that they decided to call Christian after Arthur's grandfather, who went by Chris his whole life. Chris was always big from birth until, well just for ever! Of course he was a bed wetter, but that never stopped him he grew up played football and was a dang good linebacker. Went to college was drafted by the Raiders in the 2nd round had to wear diapers at night because he still wet his bed. No one ever made fun of him because he was so damn big. Some kid on an opposing team while playing football in high school said "I want you bed wetter!" Big mistake, too bad because Chris about took the kids head off with a forearm to the side of his helmet. No one ever called him that again. About 4 months after Chris was born Betsy informed Arthur that she was pregnant again and one more time Arthur couldn't have been happier and was still over the moon. She was was again about 2 months along and at the last of May gave birth to not one but two, a girl and a boy. They decided to name the girl Darla after Betsy s grandmother. The boy was a bit harder until Betsy noticed a pattern emerging we have an Arthur, a Betsy, Christian, Darla, so this has to start with E. They named him Ephraim. They got lucky Ephraim wasn't a bed wetter but Darla was not so lucky now they had 4 bed wetters and 1 that didn't. Betsy taught Ephraim that since he was the only child that didn't have problems with bed wetting that he shouldn't make fun of those that do. One night she heard Ephraim making fun of his twin sister Darla calling her ‘Pissy Darla’. Betsy took Ephraim and put a diaper on him and told him isn't coming from until morning, get used to it. Ephraim thought that it was a Joke so he wet it so mom would Take it off. “Look at me I'm Pissy Ephraim,” and asked mom to take it off. Mom said "No, I told you it isn't coming off until tomorrow morning!” Ephraim said “But mom I've already wet it to be Pissy Ephraim!” “That's too bad you can sleep in it and find out what it feels like to be real bed wetter like the rest of your family then.” Ephraim figured out that he had gone too far. Trying to sleep was almost impossible; the heat and sweat tended to make him more uncomfortable, so he wet it again and it felt somewhat better, not good. he woke up and went into the bathroom and turned on the light, the light hurt his eyes because he was used to the dark, ouch he said as his eyes started to adjust to the light. He lifted up the toilet lid and began to pee looking around he saw the hamper, and the sink and tub, the shelving over the toilet. Dang this pee felt good, then he remembered that he had a diaper on, wait...... he woke up and the diaper was soaked and had leaked and there was a wet spot in the middle of his bed. That was just a dream, but it seemed so real the light hurt my eyes even. Then he really got worried I have to sleep in my bed and it's wet. Do Mommy and Daddy, And Chris and Darla go through this every night? It's harder to be a bed wetter than I thought, I'll never tease them again. After Darla and Ephraim were born Betsy did not get pregnant again for 2 years then she gave birth to triplets this time 2 girls 1 boy the oldest girl fell in line was named Frances, the boy was Gary, and the girl was named Hermione after the girl in Harry Potter. Frances was the only one not to follow in her parents footsteps and wet her bed the other 2 again weren't so lucky.   With about 2/3 the family are bed wetters the Mitchell's got back to being a family. When Christian was a rookie for the Raiders he was drafted in the second round because the Raiders picked up a Quarterback from LSU in the first round. For some reason he had it in for Chris. When he found out that Chris was a bed wetter he got plain mean, hung Chris's diapers out the window on media day, for everyone to see. The QB thought that he was hot stuff, because he was a first rounder. He never missed a trick trying to humiliate Chris even as going as far as the old hand in the water, piss trick. Didn't take much for him to pee his diapers as he used his cell phone to tape it! What he didn't know was Chris may take a little ribbing about his bed wetting, but the QB was way out of line. The next day at scrimmage Chris wouldn't let him get a pass off sacked him three times, knocked down 4 passes and stuffed up the line on a QB sneak he couldn't get anywhere. On ESPN they started talking about what a bust the QB was for the Raiders, but how impressive their new inside linebacker, Chris Mitchell was the talk is they should of taken him first and let the QB fall to the third or fourth round and saved themselves a lot of money. Back to you Dan!
  12. WGlory B Gloria Beatrice Stallings wasn't your normal 35 year old. She was 35 yes but looked younger. She also acted younger. Oh she had a job she worked in the billing office of a major corporation in Phoenix Arizona. Most of the guys there thought she was cute and we're always hitting on her. They were trying, her grandma told her trying to get into her pants. Gloria Beatrice was called Glory Be by her family. For the life of her she didn't know why guys were trying to get into her pants, they wouldn't like what they found there. She lived with her grandmother, who it seems had room for every discarded grandchild that her grandmother's children just didn't seem to want anymore. Glory Be. Was one of those her parents tired of the fact that she never grasped the concept of toilet training. Glory Be wore diapers so she wouldn't soak her pants. She learned to poop in a toilet but not urinate. Her parents tired of it and shipped Glory Be off to grandma when she was 8. There were other cousins and family members at Grandma's house right now there was her and Gregory her cousin living with grandma. At one time there were 4 others. Greg was a troubled teen he had assaulted a brother and a sister in the home. He was going to be homeless if not for grandma. Right now it was just those two. Greg was arrested he had seen the get rich quick life of dealing drugs. He was making $800 dollars a day easy on Friday and Saturday that could rise to $1200 a day at 15 he loved what he was doing. He had a place he dealt of, he knew grannie would kill him if she knew what he was doing. He would leave under the guise of going to school every morning but the truth was he hadn't been to school in several weeks. Grandmother never asked where the money came for the clothes he wore and the help with the food and expenses, he told her he had gotten a job as a bag boy at a supermarket. She believed him. One day as he was selling his wares he noticed a whole bunch of people he didn't know in his neighborhood. If he had been smart he would of up and ran like his competitors he was glad that they weren't out selling like him, it was a Tuesday he had already made a Saturday wages and it wasn't even noon yet. He sold to a guy that had asked him about what he had and the cost he made the deal and,.... Bam the next thing he knew he was tackled and cuffed up, the guy was a cop, how could he be so stupid? Grandma got the call. She said What the hell, and that little son of a..... she censured herself before she cussed more. She called Glory Be who had to leave work early to drive grandma as she doesn't have the best eyesight anymore. Besides she owes grandma a lot. Her cousin had his arraignment, he was charged with Possession less than two pounds, distribution of a controlled substance. His saving grace was that he was being cooperative. He was telling who his supplyer was and he had been busted as well. Since he was so cooperative they were charging him as a juvenile as he was still one. They could of easily charged him as an adult. Grandma didn't have a lot of money, they got Greg a public defender. Glory had to change her diaper it had been lunchtime when she had last changed. That was 5 hours ago. No wonder she was soaked. They got home about 9pm it had been a long day. The house seemed empty to Gloria without Greg. He was missed. She was mad and sad. Mad she thought that Greg knew better than to deal drugs. If not she was sure they had taught him about the dangers of them. That was using not selling. Sad he was her cousin after all. He was in a place for her was scary in her mind. She didn't even want to think if he gets sent to a prison for kids. It may not be as stringing as adult prison but it isn't a picnic either. Glory Be got her nighttime diapers on they were cloth with plastic panties. She thought these are my prison. I'm locked in these day in and day out! That night glory had a nightmare that she was sent to prison, everybody knew she was diapered out of need. The worse part was she lived in constant fear that they were going to take her diapers from her. That she would have to wear wet panties all the time. Being embarrassed like that was scarier than the prison itself to her.
  13. CHAPTER ONE PERSONAL LOG: Stardate 44317.8 Welcome to the USS Hyacinth, the oldest (and only) running Miranda-class vessel in all of Starfleet. Once upon a time it was a science vessel, built during an age when tensions with the klingons ran high. Now it’s little more than a cargo ship and personnel transport; easy assignment for an engineer straight out of the Academy. We’d just shipped out of Risa, the infamous pleasure planet; not that the crew collected any stories. We had a schedule to keep and no leave outstanding. What little we saw involved half-naked locals waving goodbye to our passengers. We ushered them aboard the away vessel and began our journey to the nearest star base. Not that I was bothered. Risa has its reputation for a reason, and brags billions of satisfied visitors, but that’s not me. Sex is great, but I’m just not a ‘Risa’ kind of girl. The things I want are… complicated. God, what I wouldn’t give for a working holodeck, and a night’s freedom from Starfleet protocol. Life aboard the Hyacinth comes with challenges, but rarely with difficulty. The ship itself is in good shape despite being over a century old. The crew, twenty five in total, are friendly enough, though we have little to talk about. By the time my shifts end I’m eager to return to my quarters, replicate a meal, snuggle my teddybear, and pass the time watching andorian melodramas. It gets lonely sometimes. We all get lonely, but the shape of my feelings aren’t the kind to be shared. I check in with a Starfleet counsellor every couple of weeks, but there are no practical outlets to meet this need. Three days into our journey to Star Base 12 and I received a call from one of the passengers. The replicator in her quarters had shorted out, and she was in desperate need of a raktajino. It was close to the end of my shift, but didn’t mind making the effort as the other ensign signed on. ‘Love Songs of the Forbidden Moon’ could wait. I moved to the passenger level, walked along the corridor, and pressed my thumb to the bell. The doors hissed open, and immediately I was dumbstruck. There in the center of the room stood a woman, naked as the day she was born, smiling without a care in the world. I covered my eyes. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have-” “No, no, don’t be silly,” she said. “Come in. You’re here to repair the replicator, yes?” “Yes, but… ma’am. You’re naked!” She hummed. “Yes, I’m aware. Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of.” My shoulders turtled to swallow my head. “I appreciate that, ma’am, but if it’s all the same to you I’d prefer if you wore clothes.” The passenger huffed. I listened as she sorted through her things and waited until she found adequate attire. When I dared to look, curious in spite of myself, she wore an incandescent blue gown that clung to her shape. Heavy breasts, round hips, she was the embodiment of a mythical goddess. I followed her body upward to the thick, scarlet curls that ran down her shoulders. She turned, persing her sharp and very full lips. “Is that better?” she asked. I nodded dumbly and collected myself. Yes, she was the most beautiful woman I’d seen in a long time, let alone stood near, but I was there to do a job. She was a passenger, not a potential date. Even so, what were the chances of… No. I wouldn’t go there. The replicator proved an easy fix. “One of the photon sequencers is misaligned,” I said, and crouched to reach the upper corner of the machine. One new micro-coupling and a psionic fixer later and it would be as good as new. It was the kind of work I could do in my sleep, or with an attractive distraction lingering in the room. She took a seat at a nearby table, and crossed one leg over the other. My heart beat faster. The smell of sex lingered from under her robe, conjuring memories of the last time I lay with a partner. It seemed forever ago, and my body ached for it. The sooner I could return to my quarters the better. “You didn’t tell me your name,” she said. “Ensign Morris, ma’am.” “Morris,” she hummed, her voice deep and smokey. “Do you have a first name, ensign?” I hesitated, but thought better than to catch her eye. “Sally… ma’am. And you?” Her deep forest eyes probed under the layers of my Starfleet uniform, prompting a shiver down my spine. She finally answered, “Artemis.” A goddess in body, and a goddess in name. How ironic that she should share a title with a patron of chastity. Her wild aura, however, seemed entirely apt. “Does it get lonely out here, Sally?” Her asking sent goosebumps running down my arms, not because there was anything wrong with the question, but because of how it called attention to my plight. Space, and the confines of a starship, were isolating at the best of times. But I didn’t tell her that. Instead we chatted about my home on Earth, just outside of Alberta, and my Mom’s ginger snap cookies that no machine could replicate. The hollow in my chest deepend, pining for the familiar, but work was there as welcome distraction. The photon sequencer snapped into line, and the job was done. I started to place my tools back into their box. “You’re human, yes?” As though being from Earth didn’t imply that. “Yes,” I said. “I find humans delightful,” she said. “You believe yourself the rulers of your emotions, but anyone with the mildest sense knows the undercurrents you suppress.” My body tensed further. “You’re betazoid.” She warmed like a breeze that filled the room. Thick plates of transparent aluminum shielded us from the void of space, so it had to be her. “Got it in one,” she said. When I moved to stand she placed a hand on my shoulder and with great care guided me down again. “I’d like you to stay on your knees a while, if that’s alright.” I should have been insulted. As an officer of Starfleet it was unbecoming to fall for the wiles of a passenger in transit. There were protocols about this sort of thing. And yet to do so would be bluster. She was a betazoid, an empath! She could sense the arousal in my belly, the spinning in my head, the deep desire inspired by a strong woman looming above. Her hand stroked my cheek like palm fronds in the wind, and she hushed. God help me, I curled into her touch. Starfleet be damned, she wrested authority from them with the smallest motion. “I… I…” Her voice softened, almost sang. “It’s alright, my girl. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got you.” She knew this was my weakness. The sex, the wanting, the throne she held by sitting above. Before I was even aware she held all of the cards, and was playing them to her advantage. Worse yet, I wanted her to. My body was a cacophony of desire hungry for sensation; for her to touch, to claim me, make me small, make me hers, to fill me, to hold me, to… to… I pulled away and snapped to my feet. Tears pricked my eyes, but they did not break my resolute stance as an officer of Starfleet. My shoulders stiffened and I started for the door, forgetting my toolbox as I did. “This can’t happen,” I said, telling myself as much as I did her. Artemis glided to her feet and smiled. Her understanding was like a beacon in the dark, begging me to fall. “You don’t have to be ashamed,” she said. “You’re not a little girl.” The words struck like a hammer. Why did she have to say that? The air left my lungs, and my body was on the verge of collapse. All I wanted was to scream and to cry, to find somewhere safe, but there was nowhere to turn. Her expression turned. The cold in my chest was hers as well. With painted shock she flew to me and wrapped her arms tight. Wide stretched loving hands cradled my back, running up and down in a soothing motion. “Except you are a little girl,” she gasped in realization, “and nobody has seen you in a very, very long time.” Tears rolled down my cheeks like boulders. Shame caught in my throat. I was small in her arms, afraid, without the disciplined Starfleet officer to protect me. All I had was this strange and sudden women whose song and whose hands knew where to go. Finally I held her back, shaking, clinging with all I had. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t…” “Shhhh.” Her digit stroked my brow, removing a strand of hair so she could see me fully. I didn’t want her to see. The thought turned my knees to jelly. If experience had taught me anything it was that little girls were difficult to love when their hearts sat in an adult body. Flashbacks of every confused lover flew across my senses. Some were angry, others so bewildered by the reality that they turned cold. Why should this be any different? Artemis swayed, and cooed, and sang. Her hands were like magic, weaving warmth with every turn. “It’s alright, babygirl,” she said. “I’ve got you. I’ll protect you.” No. I wasn’t a baby. I was an adult. Nobody could protect me. I had to protect myself. But her words shattered my cold ego. Once upon a time I thought someone so loving a fantasy; something that could at best be created on the holodeck. But there she was, flesh and blood, resting my head above the cradle of her breast. I cried, I cried, and I cried. Hot tears spilled off my cheeks and onto her skin. Artemis didn’t seem to mind at all, and encouraged these out of control feelings with a gentle tone. Somewhere in an ocean of sobs I stopped being Ensign Morris of the USS Hyacinth, and became Sally, the small child wandering the distant cosmos.
  14. Hello Everyone, This is my first time writing a story. I have been reading everyone else's stories for years and finally decided to make an account and try writing my own. I want to try and have a new Piece once a week to add on and hope i can achieve that. Diapers will come in later chapters as it develops, i have a lot of different ideas that i want to try out and inspiration comes at random times. There will be dark times and good ones, sadness and joy and hopefully humor as well. Thank you for giving me a chance if you are reading First Piece Keys could be heard as a door was unlocked and someone returned home. Felicia had returned from work and was looking forward to an evening of comfort. She emptied out her pockets on the counter top in her kitchen in the usual manner, followed by her phone and purse. Walking into her bedroom the first to go was her top followed by pants and lastly underwear while heading for the bathroom. No care was really taken in where her clothes landed, no one visited her anyways. All she desired right now was a hot shower to clean the days dirt from her. Coming from a middle income family and having average grades in school limited her options in pursuing career interests. In the end she had to settle with vocational school and learning a trade. It wasn't glamorous and she often felt she was looked down upon by others for not having earned a degree but she was free and independent. The only downside really was it was hard dirty work some days. Over the years since school she had lost touch with friends who had become great successes by the normal definition. College grads with bright careers and lovers to support them in their dreams. Looking in the mirror she saw none of these things, her reflection was one of a girl whom really needed a shower that had dark circles under her eyes. Letting the shower run and steam the whole bathroom up helped hide the face she did not want to see in the mirror. She took her dull blonde hair out of its twin tails placing the hair ties on the counter and stepping into the shower. As hot as the water was she didn't really feel anything, the heat didn't bother her in the least. Wetting her long blonde hair she proceeded to grab her shampoo bottle and scrub until her hair was full of suds and soap. Scrubbing all over until the grime was gone and she was clean as could be she proceeded to step out of the shower. Seeing herself in the mirror she was finally satisfied that the remains of the day at work had been all removed. Skin clean and clear and her hair having its shine restored with all the muck removed. "Finally" Felicia said. It seemed to take forever to get clean some days. Standing at only 5 foot 2 everyone at work would always seek her out when a space was too tight for them to reach hoping her small stature would help get the job done faster. She often wondered if that's the only reason they kept her around, simple convenience or someone to tease. None of the guys ever hit on her, they always would cat call girls passing by wearing expensive heels and flowing skirts with halter tops showing their cleavage for the world to see. Being so short and having breasts barely even a b cup gave her no confidence in the realm of attracting anyone's eyes. Her high school boyfriend Daniel had not helped with her poor self confidence. She had loved him so much and he was the first person she ever opened up to and got close too. They had started dating in sophomore year after one day out of the blue he had left her a note with his contact information. He took her to the movies, bought her dinner and did all the things a good boyfriend should. He even opened doors for her and treated her like a princess. Coming from an affluent family he was allowed to live alone and was given a large monthly allowance. He seemed like the perfect guy at first, however that was before they had become intimate and she learned of a much darker side. He had kinky interests such as wanting to tie her to the bed, spanking her and making her call herself his little slut and whore. It being her first time and losing her virginity in such a manner had left an impression. She loved the feelings her gave her in bed. They had stayed together until their senior year in high school and at one point he had promised to always be with her. He had proposed but instead of with a ring it was a collar that only he had the key to. Accepting happily without a thought she never expected that only a few months later he would cheat on her and tear her whole world and life asunder. Her name was Ashley, she was taller then Felicia by a good 6 inches and had large breasts a small waist and curvy hips. She had the figure every girl wanted and then some. Along with curly brown hair and eyes to match boys would gawk at her wherever she went. Daniel had gone on a skiing trip with some friends and met her there. Within only a matter of weeks it seemed like Daniel was constantly bringing Ashley up or mentioning something about her. During one of their passionate sessions Daniel had tied her into a black open bust leather corset with ankle and wrist cuffs to match as well as fishnet stockings with garters. Lying in bed with her hands behind her back linked together by small chains and legs raised high and apart Daniel leaned in and whispered into her ear"You know my little pet maybe we could get you some breast implants one day" Slightly taken aback she answered "but i thought you loved me as i am why do you want to change me?" Kissing her neck and nibbling he only responded with an animalistic growl before taking her without further comment. He thrust deep into her causing her to yelp in response. Choosing to end any further chance of conversation he pulled out her bright red ball gag he reserved for special occasions. "No more talk now little one, its time for fun" Grabbing and twisting one of her sensitive nipples she opened her mouth in pleasure which he quickly took advantage of forcing the gag in and strapping it behind her head. Placing nipple clamps on her following this only pushed her further into pleasure and submission. Recently he had taken to teasing her off and on by stopping and using a vibrator on her as well as a special arousal oil he had gotten online. It drove her mad, the tingling of the oil as he rubbed it into her slowly drawing out begging mewls behind her gag begging for more. He next blindfolded her taking away sight and then something new, earplugs. He had never taken away her sense of sound before. Not knowing where he would attack next she could only lie in wait and anticipation. Nibbling starting on her neck as a vibrator was placed just on the inside of her thigh. Roaming her up and down both legs but just missing her pleasure center. He continued this off and on until finally he stopped completely. She felt him mount her and place himself ready to enter and then it happened, he thrust deep into her hard and without mercy. Rocking her harder and harder she could only squeal into her gag in pleasure until he brought the vibrator back full force. Pressing it hard against her as he thrust deeper sending her into a screaming frenzy behind her gag. Somewhere along the way one of her earplugs had come loose and fallen out. Feeling herself reaching orgasm she could hear and feel him reaching his as well. "MM Ash...." She thought she heard but lost all train of thought after that only coming to when he was untying her hands and taking away her gag. "I love you my little pet" He said before snuggling her and letting her fall asleep. One day a couple weeks later Felicia was out at the mall picking up a special order item for her mom when she saw Daniel waiting outside a store. Happy for the chance encounter and not thinking she rushed to see him only to stop when she saw Ashley walk out to meet him. Stunned she could only observe her fiancee kiss her on the lips and then turn and head in her direction of all places. Frozen in shock she was easily spotted. "Hello Felicia" Ashley greeted, "fancy meeting you here" "Wh...wh.. whats going on here? Daniel whats happening? "Felicia asked, too many thoughts and confused feelings flooding her mind not knowing what to say. "It should be obvious" He stated coldly and without emotion "You have been replaced, did you really not suspect something was going on?" "Silly little girl" Ashley followed up with "You were practice for a much bigger prize" Looking down on the shorter girl with a smug smile Reeling in shock with every word and at a loss panic began to settle in her heart 'Please tell me this is a joke, this is not real. I ... I gave you my everything. My virginity, my heart, all of my love. You said you wanted to marry me" tears flowing Felicia ignored any passerby who may of noticed her breakdown. "You were great for a while, you were so submissive and ready to meet all my needs like a good little slut that you got so good at calling yourself for me. You accepted any little pet name i would give you and would submit to my every desire but that was part of the problem. What i need is an equal who can stand next to me and not a little girl" He stated coldly. "Just look at yourself" Ashley interjected " You look like a middle schooler still, you have barely any figure and even allowed yourself to be collared as an engagement. How dumb could you be?" Everything became blurry at that point, feeling extremely light headed Felicia reached for something to steady herself on her feet trying to catch her breath with tears streaking her cheeks. "I think we are done here honey its time for us to continue our date, You mentioned you wanted to go by the jewlery store to look at rings right?" Was the last thing Felicia heard Daniel say before they moved out of sight walking away. Looking around she realized that they had attracted a crowd filled with hushed whispers, women holding hands over their mouths. Several stealing glances at the couple walking away and even one whispering "She really is wearing a collar, i thought it was just a silver hoop necklace at first" another woman whispering "calling herself his little slut, does she have no dignity?" No longer able to take the pressure Felicia bolted right for the exit running as fast as she could. She ran and ran and ran as long as she could and as far as she could only stopping when she finally reached home. Her home she shared with her mom for the past 18 years, the one constant in her life she could depend on. Busting in the front door eyes red and puffy her mom was nowhere to be found. Wandering the house she came across her mothers painting studio and decided to wait here for her to come home. Nothing felt real , her entire mind reeling from what had just happened. Not only was she dumped, no that would have been easier. A break up would of been a gift in comparison to this. She had been publicly humiliated, torn down in front of others for her body being little, called stupid. Her most intimate secrets outed in front of strangers at a mall she went to all of the time. Made to be a fool and implied she was nothing but practice, a disposable toy that would of never been Daniels equal. Eyes roaming the studio, nothing made sense and nothing felt real. There was no way this was real it had to be a terrible dream she needed to wake up from she just needed a way to end this nightmare. A glint caught her eye on the table, a retractable razor blade her mother used to trim things around the studio. She played with it in her hands feeling the weight of the tool and opening the blade observing its gleaming edge. "If this is a dream then this wont hurt and maybe i will wake up, but if its real and i really am awake it will all be the same. I just want this nightmare to end" Barely a whisper heard by her own ears as she said it. She dragged the cold blade swiftly across her wrist feeling a sensation all new to her and eyes widening in realization this was no dream. Her blood starting to run out on the canvases on the table, dropping the blade everything started to go hazy, "Felicia, are you back honey" She could hear her mother calling from somewhere. Her eyes feeling heavy and unable to support herself falling to the floor. All she could see was the floor next to her face, light fading and hearing far away foot steps and a distant scream.
  15. Hi, I hope you enjoy this story. In the past I have started lots of stories here and never finished them. I wrote this about a year ago, and posted it to fetlife. I meant it to just be a one off story but a few people asked for more and I kept going. I'm now on part 10. Since I have written so much I thought I should share it here too. It took him a few minutes realize his situation when he woke up, not in his own bed, cramped, wet and uncomfortable. He could see the white rails going up in front of him. "Dammit," he said out loud. He was laying in a 52 inch crib staring up at a stuffed animal mobile. The morning erection which would usually greet him every morning was stifled by the pink plastic cock cage, when it rolled his squished penis hurt. In an attempt to avoid this very thing he'd tried to pee really good before he went to bed, as his wet diaper now indicated. He relaxed and tried to let the pee flow, it wasn't easy but eventually he soaked the already wet nighttime diaper and even felt a little creep out into his sleeper. This was Saturday morning. Normally on a Saturday morning in Summer he'd meet his pal Jim and go fishing on his boat, he instinctually looked at his wrist, and remembered his wife took his watch away. There was no clock in the nursery, I wonder if I could still catch Jim he thought. He sat up in the crib, and thought about getting out, the rails were up be he could get over them if he wanted. Still the rule was that he wasn't allowed out of the crib until Mommy came to let him out. Getting out would be trivial but his wife had set the crib on 12 inch risers meaning that from the top of the rail down to the floor was 55 inches. He stood up and looked down over the rail. Of course the latch they had rigged up was locked with a small padlock. The same kind of small padlock that was keeping his cock locked in it's cage. It's probably really early, she's probably not even up yet. I could just go get some snips and cut the cage off, he thought about the wonderful orgasm he would whack out as soon as he got the cage off and he felt his little guy start to stiffen up and press against the cage again and he moaned in discomfort. This has got to end, he thought. "Bahh", he said as he threw a leg over the rails and got out of bed, he reached his foot down but couldn't quite touch the ground, his soaked diaper sliding against the top rail as he stretched. He tried to reach just a bit farther but lost his balance as his diaper snagged on the rail. He found himself falling and hit the floor with a thud. How the hell did I end up like this, he thought. A month earlier he was in a similar situation, laying on the floor of the guest room wearing a diaper and a cute onesie with bright pink trim and printed with hearts. His diaper was soaked and messy and he was listening to a hypnotic track on headphones, and he was happily suckling a big pink pacifier. He didn't even notice his wife walk into the room until she was looking down at him. She'd got off work early and came home to surprise him. The next few hours were rough, he explained his diaper fetish, and swore over and over again that it had nothing to do with children. His wife was shocked, then upset, then angry, really angry, then sad, really sad. She eventually packed a suitcase and left. She called the next day, and they talked on the phone for hours. Her anger had died down and she'd done research on adult babies, finding out that as he had said the fetish had nothing to do with pedophilia. That evening she came home and they had a long discussion, he explained he'd been doing this since he was a little kid, and that he didn't know why he liked to do it, but he loved it. At her request he showed her all of his stuff, his diapers, his onesies, his bottles and pacifiers. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to bag all this stuff up and throw it away," he said. "Well... I was thinking, I've always had this fantasy of being a tough in charge kind of woman," she said. He laughed, his wife was super sweet and nice and rarely wanted to be in charge of anything. "Seriously don't laugh, and since you know, we can't have a baby, it might be kind of fun if you were my baby." His eyes opened wide, words that he'd imagined his whole life just poured out of his wife's mouth. "Ummm, wha.." he stammered. "But there will be strict rules, you have to understand what hurts me more than anything about this is how you kept it away from me all this time, it's almost like you were cheating," she said. "I'm sorry," he said trying to fight back tears but losing. "It's just so, embarrassing," he said and began to sob. "Oh come to mommy," his wife said and wrapped herself around him and he cried into her shoulder while she gently rocked him back and forth, She supported his head and whispered into his ear, "Your mommies baby now and she loves you so much," in a few moments she felt his cock growing stiff and realized how incredibly horny he was. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra, then guided her husband's mouth to one of her nipples. "Fussy baby, here you go," she gently said. While her husband latched on and suckled she alternated between rubbing the front of his pants and his nipple. Soon he was unable to control himself and was humping and grinding her legs. She undressed him and then herself then lead him to the bed where they had mind-blowing sex. His cock was harder and went deeper then she'd ever felt, he moaned in rhythm with her. "Yes, baby, yes baby," she began to say as she felt herself heading towards orgasm. "Yes mommy, yes mommy," he said back. They came together, both screaming in a mind shattering orgasm, then collapsed on the bed. "Would you like me to diaper you now?" she asked. "Nahh, I'm good," he replied. She wondered how closely his adult baby desires were connected to just having an orgasm. "That's something we'll have to work on," she said with a laugh. The next day they had the best day of their lives, something they'd always dreamed of doing together, they converted a guest bedroom into a nursery. They bought the biggest crib they could find, which wasn't really big enough, but would have to do. They bought a white table that they converted to an adult sized changing table, and some organizers for diapers and toys. They filled a cart at Baby's R Us, with all kinds of baby supplies and neither one could wipe the big smile off their face. Finally, they ordered several cases of different adult diapers. "That's a lot of diapers," he said. "Well you're going to need them," she replied
  16. When I think of disposable diapers for the AB/DL community, only a handful of companies come to mind. Bambino, Rearz, ABU, Carousel Dotty did I miss anyone? There are also medical grade diapers that are within most of our wardrobes; Abri-Form, Attends, Depends, Molicare, Tena, Dry-24/7 to name a few. Out of all of these options what is missing from these options and what do you absolutely love that they provide? Think about the question for a moment before answering, and try to consider what draws you to a particular brand or style. Below are a few features that I have experienced Bulkness of padding Wetness indicators number of tapes (1, 2, or 3) Single tape design or bi-tape design where you only get to lay them down once cloth backing vs plastic backing colored, or printed Tape Landing zone Crinkle Factor (How loud the diaper is when you walk) Leg gathers and elastic waist bands (think pampers design, or Bambinos vs Tena Active Fit) Price! Quantity per pack, per case, per sample How much is too much for a disposable product? Now I have spent a fair number of coin on diapers, but when a diaper is reaching close to $2 dollars per unit I start to compromise on features. Also friends, if you know anyone I can reach out to to get some quotes on developing a adult diaper I'd appreciate the insight.
  17. Chris moved back in with his step-mom Jackie, after flunking out of college. It wasn’t what either would have wanted. Granted, it was a really nice house. But… He knew it wasn’t going to be no day at the beach. Even when Chris’s father was alive Jackie never shut up about how lazy she thought Chris was. “the bum son”, she would call him. Constantly reminding his father of how spoiled she thought he was. If only she knew what Chris thought about her. Most of the time he thought she was a bitch... but she knew that. Im talking about the fantasies Chris has about his step-mom. Fantasies of her putting him back in diapers, and treating him like a baby. If only life was a fantasy… Jackie called it “room and board”. She forced him to work in her thrift store. It was the last thing Chris’s father bought her. A pet project. She had a real job too. Teaching. At a private school. Chris was checking in boxes of new inventory. He emptied a small box of old trinkets onto the table. Grabbed his rag, and started dusting the antiques. The room filled with smoke when Chris started cleaning what he thought was an old gravy boat. Chris was startled by the vestige of a woman emerging from the cloud. A very beautiful, very naked, very blue woman. The woman’s voice was soft and heavy at the same time. whispering into echo. “Mortal… you dare to meddle with forces you know not?” Waiting only seconds for a reply. “Speak!” Chris was speechless. There were a million things he could have asked. All background noise. He was distracted - mesmerized. By the beautiful creature. “What’s happening!?!” He finally managed to blurt out. “You have awoken a Jinn, Speak your reasons.” The creature demanded. “Like a genie… my reasons...like my wishes.” Chris tried to make sense of what was happening. “I am a Jinn. Genie’s are a mortal fable.” She rolled her eyes. “I shall grant you your wishes. For your hapless assistance in freeing me.” spiritlessly waving her hands about in the air. “Ask, and it shall be yours.” “Okay. I know how this works. Y ’all always try to mess our wishes up.” Chris tapped his head. “Give me a minute. I have to think of a good first wish. Only three. Huh? And no wishing for more wishes…?” “I told you - I’m not a… Never mind. Nope. No wishing for more wishes…” She rolls eyes harder than the first time. “Just three.” “Okay… I wish I was incontinent… like, number one, and two. And I want my step-mom to take care of me. but.. She has to act like she likes it. Like I’m her little baby. and... anybody that sees us thinks im just a baby… you know, so it ain’t weird.” “Yes… because none of that wasn’t already weird. Is that all you ask of, for your... ‘first’... wish?” “Oh yeah!… she has to act all cute, and shit about it. and... ummm… turn my bedroom into a nursery… a big one!” “All that off the top of your head… you haven’t thought about this before, have you?” She jested sarcastically. “It is done.” Shaking her head in confused wonder. “Speak my name for your next wish...strange, stupid mortal.” “What is your name?” Chris shouted hurriedly. “Lady Shiree of the Void”
  18. New story! It's been a while since we released anything, but this has been one of our favorites to write. We hope you all enjoy it! Special thanks to @Selpharia, who commissioned it. Full PDF and ePub versions are available on our Patreon! ------------------------------------------------------------ Enthralled By Sophie & Pudding *Commissioned by Selpharia 1.) A Woman in Red I pulled the skirt down and looked shyly around the club. This was so not my scene. But Meg told me ten times today that we needed to go out and do something fun. Why did people think loud music and flashing lights was fun? I went to the bar and ordered a shot of rum. I was only twenty years old, but this place didn't check my ID on the way in. Meg said that was because of my outfit: a pleated mini skirt, neon pink fishnet stockings, and a low cut crop top. Honestly, I never thought of my breasts as a worthwhile commodity: there wasn't much there. "You're trying so hard to fit in, it almost convinced me you wanted to be here." Her breath smelled like rum - bottom shelf, ordered by type and not brand, vaguely valued only for its alcoholic content. Mine by comparison smelled like peppermint lipgloss, and my skin caught the lights in an almost artificial way. "Dance with me?" "Oh, uh... I don't really dance." But the woman in front of me was... remarkably beautiful. Ivory skin with warm red hair. Painted lips. Tall - taller than me - and breasts that brought envy to the forefront of my mind. All of her was wrapped up in a tight black dress. She looked too fancy for a night club. "Once upon a time, every person who was the best at something had never done it before. Tonight, you dance." I took her by the hand, my nails tipped in pretty glossy color, with depth to the shades of purple that was almost impossible to look away from. I watched her fixation on my fingers as I held her hand, and spoke to her softly. "You can look at them all you like, while we dance." I wasn't a dancer. I never had been. I didn't have any rhythm and I couldn't time my movements. Let alone know what movements to perform. Wasn't I supposed to shake my ass on her crotch? But the woman was very old-fashioned. She took my hands in hers and moved back and forth, leaning into one side, then the other with a magical fluidity. My cheeks went pink. "I told you I wasn't very good," I muttered, watching her hands in mine. She wouldn't be able to hear me over the music. I heard her just fine, and I smiled at her like a parent smiles to a child's finger painting , and I whispered in her ear. "Watch my fingers, follow your heart, the rest comes easily." The music wasn't made for this kind of dancing, but once she did what she was told, the tarted up little strumpet wouldn't even hear the music anyway. The room fell away from us. It was just her and me, in the darkness. I could see her as clear as day. Gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. I wasn't sure when the song ended or if we'd been through ten or twenty of them. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up at Meg with starry eyes. "Oh... hi. Um. We were just... dancing..." I turned back to my date. I hadn't even caught her name... "I'll see you tomorrow night," I told her. I put my hand on her cheek and smiled at her. "Order a mint julep and I'll find you at the bar at 9:30 sharp." I didn't give her a chance to say no. She'd show up, she didn't have a choice, her answer didn't matter. Her eyes tracked my fingers as I pulled them away and slipped into the crowd. Meg watched her best friend and rolled her eyes. "Wow, what a fucking creeper.” "Yeah... totally..." Meg and I took a cab home. But no matter what I did that night, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl... * * * * * "You're going back to the club?" Meg couldn't believe it. It took her hours of begging, pleading, whining, moping, bribing, coercing, to get her best friend to leave the house last night. And that was a Friday! Today was a Saturday, and on Saturday nights, Pippy stayed up all night playing dumb video games. But here she was, picking through her closet. "You are NOT telling me it's about that girl." "What? No. Of course not." I didn't have club clothes. I'd worn Meg's yesterday, but my ego wouldn't let me ask to borrow something else, not after the fight I put up yesterday. "I liked dancing more than I thought. And I feel all wound up. I'm just stopping by for an hour or two and I'll be home in no time." "Alright. I just… you know what? Have a good time." Meg smiled weakly, looking at her best friend’s computer that wasn't even switched on, before shaking out her worries. What was the worst that could happen? A little social interaction would be good for Pippy. * * * * * "Right on time. Punctuality is such an attractive trait, isn't it?" I sipped from her drink, enough that she'd be able to taste me on the straw, and pressed the cup between her hands, clasping my fingers around hers. "Finish your drink, dearest. There's a long night ahead." The drink was strong; stronger still for the fact she'd be taking my essence between her lips with each sip. "So. Um. I didn't catch your name." I knew how alcohol worked. I knew every sip made her more beautiful. But damn, today it worked like a charm. I hadn't even finished my drink and I was thinking about taking her out of that tight red dress. A gorgeous, haunting red. She could make anything look good. "You didn't ask, so you couldn't have caught it." I explained to her with the littlest smile, a tugging at the corner of my lips. She was looking up at me with adoration and admiration, she was lost in the moment and lost in me. "I'm Bailey, and you're so pretty when you're so flush, blood warm beneath your cheeks." I ran my fingers over her cheek and smiled. I leaned into her hand on instinct. She took me by the wrist and pulled me - with no resistance - to the dance floor. I had never been with a woman before, though the thought had occurred to me. But even then as we danced, I was swimming in fantasies of her. Bailey. Even her name sounded gorgeous. Pippy was intoxicated, barely by the drink and entirely by me. She had to touch me, she had to feel me, she had to be close to me and hear the sound of my pulse. Her eyes chased my fingers - the fixation I'd given her only last night - and we danced with one of my hands on her hip and the other palm pressed to her cheek. I longed to taste her. I fumbled out of the club with my hand in hers, giggling. I only had one drink, but it felt like I'd had ten. The street spun beneath my feet. Everything amused me. But Bailey was always there, so close, so comforting... I cuddled up to her arm and pushed my cheek to hers. Oh, she was cold! "Sorry," I muttered. "I woulda given you a jacket if I brought one..." "We'll just have to share body heat, then, won't we?" I opened the back seat of the Bentley in the parking lot, the two rows facing each other limousine style, with a dark screen preventing any contact with the driver. Actually, the windows were so tinted it was hard to see if there even was a driver. I settled in and pulled her into my lap, like she weighed nothing more than a doll. She was delightful. I hoped she was delicious. The door closed and we were kissing. My lips on hers. Glossy. Cold. Passionate. I wrapped my arms around her neck and leaned into her, sitting sideways on her lap, like she were a stallion and I was her princess. Every kiss made me feel warmer, but each one only made her feel colder. Finally, a shiver ran down my spine and I broke our kiss. "Gosh, you don't wanna put the heat on or something...?" "You're so warm; why would I want a machine’s heat when I can have yours?” I didn't think I could wait much longer. I needed to have her. She blushed, and I directed her face with my fingers, I raised her neck up. It was time. She kissed my jawline, under my ear, tilting my head up at an angle. Her fingers made their way under my shirt, against my bare back, and into the waistband of my tight jeans. I was aroused. I was needy. I had never felt so intoxicated by anyone in my entire life, and I knew it was time. It had been so long... There was a lot that could have happened in that moment; I could’ve bled her dry, I could’ve left her dead. I could have left her empty, a bare shell. Or I could take this crimson beauty and make her mine, at the cost of something. Pippy needed so much to be loved, to have affection, guidance, I could feel it. She was going to make such a good thrall. She was so delicious, I knew it even before my teeth broke her skin. When they did, I wasn't disappointed. At first, there was nothing but pressure. It didn't hurt, but it was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Then, my body felt tingly and warm. Stars appeared at the edge of my vision. I felt my fingers slip off her shoulders. But as my body started to shut down, my arousal didn't fail me. I was so turned on, and as each second passed, there was less and less I could do about it... My fingers slid inside her jeans the same time my fangs slid into her neck. As I took her freedom, I knew what she was feeling: an obedient, sensual connection. I pressed my hand to the front of her panties; they would be at the ground zero for her first sign of change. I quivered and fell into Bailey, but she held me tight with her lips to my neck. Things started to feel hot. I couldn't move. I couldn't fight. The arousal had peaked. My body twitched and my mind was filled with a rush of endorphins. And then a warm stream started to fill my tight jeans, dribbling onto Bailey's lap. I had to hold her, I had to guide her face into my lap. And even though she covered my hand in her wetness, I kept my hand down her jeans and I played with her hair. Right now she was bonding; like a mosquito, I put in when I took out, and her body was assimilating that. Her brain was awash with it. Flooded with conflicted feelings, new information: she knew that she belonged to me now, on the most primal level. And right now it might have only been minor, right now it might have only been the most subtle inclination, but these feelings she was taking onboard now would get stronger any time I fed from her. This was her foundation. This was who she was now. I danced my pretty nails in front of her glossy eyes, caught her focus, and slipped my thumb between her lips. The car was moving now. I woke up on bench of the car, alone. My head was foggy. I'd had too much to drink, I reminded myself, but I only ever had that one glass. I shifted to sit up and felt an unfamiliar dampness. Had I spilled something? But when I sat upright, when I looked at the seat, it was undeniable. The wet leather. The huge dark patch between my legs, spread around to my hip, and down the pants... I pissed myself. My cheeks caught fire. Had anyone noticed? Had she noticed? Bailey. My mind raced. I looked around in a panic, but she was nowhere to be found. The door opened, as though there was a doorman outside the car, waiting to let her out. But nobody was there. Maybe he'd gotten back into the driver’s seat already. Outside the sun looked like it was threatening to come up, to crest the horizon, and there were the familiar sounds of the college apartments outside. Pippy knew she was near home. I ducked out of the Bentley and looked around the quiet early-morning street with confusion. Where had Bailey gone...? What had happened last night? But right in front of me, I could see my campus apartment. I took one more look around and hurried home. I had to change out of these pants before Meg saw me... I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. The marks on my neck were surreal. They reminded me of vampire bites, like from movies or books or something. Symmetrical, identical, side by side on my neck. Was it some fetish she had? I ran my fingers over the light bruises around the punctures and felt a tingling sensation in my fingertips. Butterflies filled my stomach. Warm, familiar, exotic. My cheeks turned pink and I shook the thoughts away. After a shower, dressed in fresh pajamas, I collapsed on my bed and fell instantly asleep.
  19. I’m trying out diapers and want to poop them and I don’t want to use a enima for it any tips. I already tried drinks 2 litres of apple juice.
  20. How old were you when you discovered your love of diapers?
  21. Training Yourself to Wet in Your Diaper I have noticed a recurring theme on this website about training yourself to wet in a diaper. I have read some of the strategies and some comments about the strategies which seem to suggest that they haven’t worked. I'd like to suggest a strategy that I believe will work. I'm not sure that it will work, but it replicates my experience in which I have become very nearly incontinent. I'm going to break this down into four sections. The first section contains the strategy that I propose. This is the how-to section. The second section contains my comments on why it should work or at least why I believe that my strategy will work and the drink-until-you-pee doesn’t work. This also contains my thoughts on why it’s so hard to develop the habit of wetting in a diaper in the first place. The third section contains some cautions. The fourth section is a bit of my personal history about becoming marginally incontinent, how it happened and where I am now. I suppose it’s sort of proof of concept, if I can use that term. The reason that I’ve divided this into four sections is so that you only have to read as much as you want to give this strategy try. So, for example, if you’re the impatient type and just want to give this a try, you really don't have to read further than the first section and you're on your way. If you're curious about why it's so hard to wet in a diaper, want a layman’s explanation, and want to have that in mind before you judge the strategy proposing, you can start at the second section. If you're worried about what might happen if you try the strategy and actually works (which is perfectly reasonable if not highly recommended), then you can start at the third section. Finally, if you’re a skeptic (which you should be) and need some explanation as to why this strategy might work, you can start at the fourth section. If you find that credible, then you can read on. Before you try what I’m proposing, please know that I’m not making any promises, nor am I making any claims about how quickly, or successfully you will learn to wet. If it does work, cool. If it doesn't work, please don't send me angry missives about bullsh*tting you, or criticize me—I’m just throwing this out there—for information only. Also, the risks are entirely your own. I’m not a doctor; I’m just another diaper lover who comes to this website to explore my love of diapers. This is for information only. I’m not recommending that you try this. The Strategy Obviously, you need to be diapered (but maybe not, I don’t judge) and feeling relaxed about wetting yourself if it happens. That means that you can’t be worried about your diaper leaking, or someone seeing and embarrassing you or being in any situation that gives you concern about wetting yourself. So, arrange your situation so that all you have to concern yourself with is naturally wetting yourself. You need to have a ‘full’ bladder or be in a circumstance where you are feeling the urge to pee. The objective is to be feeling the need to pee. You don’t have to be desperately struggling to hold your urine but you at least need sufficient urge to pee if you relax your bladder sphincter. Again, not a doctor, so if I get the anatomy a bit wrong, allow me some license. When you feel the urge to pee, find the position—whether you have to stand or sit or lie down—in which it is easiest for you to be relaxed to pee. When you feel the need to pee, even if it is only slight, relax and let your bladder start to void (that’s medicalese for let yourself pee)(or maybe it isn’t, what do I know). Now, here is the counter-intuitive step that I think will make all the difference. As soon as you start wetting—stop yourself. Hold back your pee. Yes, that’s right. Only pee a small amount. There are two reasons. First, you don’t want to flood your diaper and risk an accident which—no matter how hard are you trying not to worry—is a natural fear that you’ve acquired through potty-trained not to happen. Second, and more importantly, if you fully relieve yourself, you’ve got to drink litres (that’s gallons for our American viewers) of liquid again, AND you’ve got to wait until you feel the need to pee again. What we’re after is a repetition of wettings and a constant feeling of having to pee. You’re diaper won’t be flooded and you won’t need to change yet. And, you’ve still got a full bladder and hopefully in a few minutes, the urge to pee will return. Drink just enough to ‘top up’ your bladder. Wait for the next urge to pee and repeat. Keep going until you need to change your diaper or until you start to worry about leaks or anything that might distract you. Why It Should Work Most of us pee infrequently during the day so a full bladder and feeling the urge to pee is infrequent and unusual. When we feel the urge to pee we usually respond automatically (Hmm, I need to pee!) and we go the toilet. The clench reaction is autonomous (you don’t have to think about it) and that’s the reflex you’re trying to break That’s potty-training. The idea here is to get you used to having a full bladder and feeling the urge to pee—all the time. You’re desensitizing yourself to the cue so that over time, you’re less and less likely to notice it because it isn’t unusual any more. That is why I suggest that you only void a small amount, so there is only a short time before the urge to pee returns. Having to pee becomes the steady state that you’re in. You are always holding your bladder—not dance around the room desperately needing to go—consciously trying NOT to pee. At some point—and this will happen if you keep yourself distracted from the urge of having to pee—you will inadvertently relax and you will pee. Spontaneously. The natural reaction will be to clench but you will already have peed a little. That is what you want to have happen over and over and over. There is something else that is happening when you do this. Your bladder has a resting shape and volume. The urge to pee comes from a distended (stretched) bladder. When you void, the muscles pull to return the bladder to its empty size and volume. Holding your urine stretches the bladder and overtime it becomes stretched or conditioned to accept being stretched. When you relax to void, your bladder will not fully empty. This is a medical condition and basically isn’t good. That’s why you’re told that you should go to the toilet as soon as the urge to pee is felt. With an empty bladder your bladder sphincter can relax and does so naturally. If when it does, there is still urine in your bladder, you’re likely to wet yourself. What you are doing is allowing your body’s natural functioning to work for you to let you wet yourself. You will always—I believe sense that you’re about to wet yourself. There just won’t be the natural reaction to immediately hold, nor will it be difficult to relax It then becomes a matter of of just allowing yourself to wet in your diaper. Also, because the feeling will come sooner, you’ll pee a smaller amount and be less likely over time to tense up. You’re probably going to have to do this for some period of time. From personal experience, though, it’s definitely not going take more than a few months—if that. Once you’ve become accustomed to wetting in your diaper you can stop. You’ll have conditioned yourself to accept wetting into a diaper, or heaven forbid, your panties or underpants. Again, this is all speculative. I’m not suggesting you try this, I’m just sayin’… Some Cautions Realize that by training yourself to wet in a diaper, you’re undoing nature’s—and your mother’s—work. You are desensitizing your body to its natural control over your bladder. Over time there is the possibility of overflow incontinence1 because you are intentionally keeping your bladder in a distended state. Your bladder will no longer be able to fully empty. In the extreme—and this is where my experience comes in—it will become very hard NOT to wet your diaper. My Personal History For three years back in 1996, I was a sales representative and travelled extensively—three weeks each month—by car. I would finish a day at the office and drive from Buffalo to different cities in the Northeast. Most trips would take 6 to 8 hours, less if I went fast and didn’t stop until I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO. So, I didn’t. This went on for months and months. Over time, and I seem to recall that it was much less than a year, I found that even with stops to pee I was always feeling the need to pee. Not much longer after that, I was feeling the need to pee before I’d gone a few minutes down the highway, then before I’d even left the parking lot. Finally, driving late one night, well between any rest stops, I realized that I was wetting myself. Cloth seats, too. Not a pretty sight. There’s much more to the story which I’ve recounted elsewhere and spoken to members here, but suffice to say, I bought some diapers the next day—quite on impulse and with no small amount of embarrassment—and began wearing diapers during my drives. Soon, I was wearing diapers as often as possible and soon graduated to letting myself poop in them as well. I did go to a doctor when wetting myself became alarming (on the rational practical side, not on the pleasure side). I was tested and found to have overflow incontinence. The doctor hearing my story as to how this had happened was fiercely annoyed and said: “Stop it. The MOMENT you feel the need to pee, find a rest stop and go. If this goes on, you’ll be incontinent.” I sort of considered that allowing myself to wet in my diapers would be just the thing. It wasn’t. If I don’t wear a diaper during the day, I usually wear a sanitary pad—not unusual for a woman. My sense of having to pee has been slipping in the last while; I have already started to wet before I realize that I am and can stop it. I am not fully incontinent, I do have bladder control—it’s just that my timing can be off. Similarly, if I wear diapers to bed, I am very relaxed and secure. During the night the urge to pee barely wakes me and frequently, knowing I am diapered, I will just relax and wet my diaper. It has been rather alarming recently to wake in the morning in a wet diaper with no recollection that I needed to pee during the night. Either I didn’t wake enough to remember and intentionally allowed myself to wet, or—and to some degree this is worrying—I have made myself a bedwetter. The implication of this is that I’m now very leery of sleeping without a diaper and terrified to sleep over anywhere without diapers and plastic panties. 1. Overflow incontinence is a steady or frequent dribble of urine because the bladder doesn't empty completely. [It can lead to incontinence.] Incontinence is more common in people as they get older. (viz. https://www.google.ca/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=benign+urinary+retention&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&gfe_rd=cr&dcr=0&ei=JfVfWoDhJKKdXvG7nOgN)
  22. I'm going to finish this book series, I swore to myself I would. If anyone stuck with me on the first two, here's the beginning of the third. So, let me explain... I, Rayne Griff I kept dragging on for the cute ABDL scenes although the plot was done, but to be quite honest, I hadn't fully decided if it was the complete end or not. After my hiatus, I decided to put one beast of a story to bed and begin writing the last one(Will it be the last? Who really knows, haha! Let's be honest here: are my story lines ever really over?). Anywho, any new people to the trilogy, catch up with the story down below! If you're looking for a futuristic, sci-fy story about diapers, a DD/LG love story, supernatural powers, robots etc. you came to the right place. I can promise it's more than what just meets the eye... ____ For those of you who are new to this story and looking for a good ABDL binge read, I encourage you to read I, Bot 404 {Book 1}. This is a sci-fy story with an ABDL twist. Bot 404 awakes in the Sequoia Airspace, the heart of intergalactic slave trade, and things seem off. Bot 404 learns slowly from other bots mistakes how to escape from being terminated. This bot finds that she isn't a bot, and something much more than that, a human. Through a train of memories, Bot 404, otherwise known as Rayne Griff, learns her past, and, eventually, learns how serious the present is. What the future must hold? Only she can decide that. Then, check out the second book: I, Rayne Griff {Book 2}. So you heard the story, huh? Think you know it all? Well, guess again. Rayne and Zane test their love through time in this second edition of I, Bot 404 where Rayne learn where her trust truly lies. More action? Yep. More diapers? Of course. More spankings? Unfortunately so for Rayne. Can she stay out of trouble this time around? You'll have to find out. ____ I, Grelda Orion Book 3 Chapter 1: Supposedly, Royally Pissed Off Equals PTSD “How do you feel today, Miss Griff?” Dr. Silvia looked up from behind her square glasses, her eyes constricting as they looked at me. We were on a first name basis, and, supposedly, this was a mental and emotional exam to decide if I was cleared or not to stay with the UGNF before being discharged. Winona said she’d grant me a psychological clearance before I officially left the Intergalactic Space Station. “Great.” I said, with a convincing smile. Dr. Silvia was mainly a human; however, her eyes gave away that she was part Amphibian which gave her special powers to be an empath and hear thoughts. She was one of the nicest Amphibians I had ever met but I was forced to do one full session with her before her diagnosis or lack thereof. I was fine, really, just a bit mad at Zane and trying my hardest to stay on the Intergalactic Space Station. I wasn't going to accept being discharged until all of my resources were exhausted. She scrolled through my chart on her dark glass tablet, “What issues or symptoms have you had since the event?” I blinked, “Uh, what event?” Dr. Silvia took a long look at me, her dark brown eyes fully dilating and she looked down, writing with her stylus quickly over here iGlass that had a privacy screen darkener inlayed on the tablet. “When Sid killed Zane and you revived Zane with your gift.” She said, setting down her stylus and clasping her hands on her light beige colored pants. I gulped, “I mean, no symptoms that I know of.” I shrugged, I didn’t feel much different. I wanted to keep going, to keep fighting a war that wasn’t over until all bots were freed and Nefareons weren’t in tanks underground. Dr. Silvia gave a warm smile with her small lips, “You can be open with me, Rayne. Anything you say stays between me and you. You don’t have to lie, because, as you know, I can tell.” Her eyes watched me carefully as I nodded. “I just don’t know why Zane would say I’m not emotionally stable. It’s an unfair statement because the Galactic Forces is my passion and without it, I’m nothing.” I said in a matter-of-fact way. Dr. Silvia cleared her throat, “Well, from what I’ve gathered, you haven’t been eating, sleeping, showering or taking care of yourself. Although, I know your relationship with Zane is a bit skewed from the norm, that disregards the fact that you haven’t been behaving as usual.” She spoke, with a platter of things that hurt to hear. I blinked, “I’ve been sleeping and eating, I just haven’t had an appetite is all.” I said, in defense. “Have you had any bouts of incontinence?” I gulped, looking down as I felt tears gathering, “You already know the answer. What’s the point of this?” She took a tissue box and angled it towards me. I shook my head at it and looked to her bookcase, trying not to think. Dr. Silvia spoke, “You requested a psychological clearance. Have you had any memory lapses?” She asked genuinely. I squinted my eyes, confused at such a silly question, “No, why?” “Some people dealing with trauma can have memory issues.” “I didn’t deal with trauma; if anything, Zane did.” I said, becoming agitated that she was acting like I was emotionally disturbed. I wasn’t, really. “And that’s why he’s deciding to take a voluntary leave from the UGNF for some time with you.” Dr. Silvia said with an encouraging smile, as if I should be happy about it. I shook my head, “This is ridiculous. What’s the point of trying anymore?” I said, crossing my arms and realizing I was getting nowhere with convincing her I was fine. “Rayne, what do you want from life?” To free all of the bots and Nefareons. “For yourself, not for anyone else?” I squinted, shaking my head, “That doesn’t matter.” “And that’s the reason why I can’t clear you. Even if you lied to me, I can’t because I feel that you’re not taking care of yourself and have destructive behaviors.” She stood, taking out her stylus again on her tablet, “I’m going to set you up with a trusted therapist on Hanna and we will meet again when your mentally stable and ready to come back, okay?” I rolled my eyes, “This is so fucking stupid. I don’t even care anymore.” I said, sullenly as Dr. Silvia opened the door and Zane was outside, sitting on the waiting chair. Zane stood and spoke with the doctor outside the room. I sunk down in the chair, not wanting to move. I was pissed. Pissed at Dr. Silvia. Pissed at Winona. Most of all, I was pissed at Zane. I could hear Zane in a low voice apologizing for my behavior. I rolled my eyes; he always acted as if I were the problem yet he was the reason why I was in this therapist's office in the first place. “Oh no, it’s fine. Agitation is a normal symptom of PTSD. She’s going to be going through a wide range of emotions and that’s completely okay. It’s interesting, your relationship dynamic, because it has been clinically proven to improve depression, anxiety and symptoms of PTSD even so I would encourage it when you two go back.” I squinted my eyes at her talking to Zane about our CGL dynamic and encouraging him. Ugh, I didn’t need that right now, not one bit. Zane peaked behind the door, “Come on Rayne, how about we get going, hm?” His dominating and coaxing tone hinting the sentence. I almost rolled my eyes. I gave him a long stare with a blank expression before standing and quietly trailing behind him out of the hospital floor. I was packed to leave, but I didn’t want to. Gemma hugged me when we got back and Zane told Gemma it was official that we were leaving, “Awe! I’m going to miss you so much!” She gave me a warm, long hug and I didn’t even hug back, I was still fuming. “I’ll visit, okay? You, Zane, Daryx and Eli are all leaving so I may just have to visit Hanna to see you all.” Eli and Daryx were going back to? I bet they were discharged for the same damn reason: Zane Vandore. Chapter 2: Safety is an Imaginary Blanket As we waited at the Intergalactic Space ships loading dock later that night, I had my hood over my head as I crossed my arms, foot tapping on the ground. Was I mad about the situation? Yes. Was I upset with Zane? Correct. Did I look like a child throwing a tantrum? Absolutely. Zane’s eyes kept floating over to me as he conversed with Daryx and Eli about some intergalactic anti-gravity ball game that was premiering over the weekend. I completely drowned them out, reflecting on all of my time at the Intergalactic Space Station, the place I envisioned myself at since a young girl. It was where I felt most at home, yet that was being taken from me. Walking amongst the best of the best in the UGNF on one of the highest floors of the massive Intergalactic Space Station was a dream come true, one I wish my mom could have seen. At least my dad, Red, saw it, although the whole calling him 'dad' thing may never stick... yeah, I think I'll just keep calling him Red. As I was, admittedly, grumpily looking across the food court down below where we waited, someone familiar caught my eyes. A pair of awkward green eyes behind glasses were looking at me, as if awaiting my eyes to find his. I looked at the hologram clock on the wall. Our spacecraft would be boarding in a few minutes… what did I care if I didn’t make it? It wasn't my choice to leave anyways. I got up, hesitating for a moment as I looked over to Zane engrossed in his conversation and shook my head, knowing this may be my last chance to see Calvin. As I began walking towards the escalators, I heard one of the flight attendants announcing my spacecraft boarding. “Group A, for Flight 828 United Intergalactic, please board in a single file line. Thank you.” Of course we were Group A and riding first class, which was stupid because the UGNF was just trying to kiss my diapered ass at this point for sending me home. “Rayne? C’mon, this is us.” Zane said as he stood, gathering our bags and suit cases as his eyes followed me walking away. “I have to do something, I’ll be there in a sec.” I grumbled, not even turning to see his face under my hoodie. “Rayne.” Zane said behind me in a calm tone… which only I knew meant I’d be in trouble if I didn’t listen to him. He already placed me in a diaper for the day from after my failed psychological evaluation for having an ‘attitude’. What else could he do? Spank me? Wow, so scary. I ignored him as I weaved through people towards the escalators to the food court below. I began walking quickly down the long escalator, squeezing past people to hurry. I met Calvin’s eyes as I met him near the stairway by the escalators. He took my wrist, pulling me underneath the bridge of the stairway near a self-service recycled water fountain. I blinked, realizing there was something going through his mind that was of a serious nature. I had never seen him hold such a serious gaze before. “Do you have your phone on you? Watch?” Calvin said, eyes searching mine. I frowned, Zane confiscated them so… “No.” I shook my head, confused at his odd questions. “They are watching you, Rayne. I know we don’t have much time and me just telling you this puts my life on the line but I felt the moral obligation to tell you: You and Zane need to get to somewhere safe when you go back, okay?” He said quickly, urgently. They? Did I hear that right? I shook my head, almost smiling, “Who is ‘they’ Calvin? And the UGNF is completely safe now, we caught most, if not all, of the Valorion Supremacy members in the UGN and sent them to intergalactic prison. And we’re going to one of their safe houses so we’ll be fine.” I said, shaking my head and brushing off the silly thought that we were still in danger. Maybe he hadn’t heard the news? A lot had changed since, after all. “The safe house is not safe. Nor is the UGN or the UGNF. Don’t go there, say you two are going on vacation. Leave, immediately, don’t tell anyone where you’re going. You provided them with something they’ve been waiting and searching for and now many people are in danger.” Calvin said, slowly, as if thinking carefully what to say and when to say it. I shook my head, “But who is ‘they’? I don’t get it.” “The S.S. Rayne, the fucking S.S.” He stared at me as I blinked back, confused. He said in a urgent hush, “The ancient Sequoian Society.” I frowned, blinking rapidly as if he were pulling my leg. I had heard of the Sequoian Society, one that had been alive hundreds of years ago in Valorion history books. The S.S. had paved the current laws and regulations of Valorion. They were what gave Valorion strict rules and regulations and were the greatest source of merciless reign, vindication and uncivilized power over hundreds and thousands of years. After the intergalactic slave trade got to all-time highs and began emanating to far places such as Earth and Orion’s Belt, the United Galactic Forces united to regain power over the galaxies. Many intergalactic wars later, the S.S. disappeared completely, and what was left was a new government in Valorion that had to change many statutes to still keep their intergalactic trades from embargo. However, as far as I knew and had heard from Zane, the Valorion Supremacy was the only black market, underground secret in the shadows of Valorion. I had never even heard of the ancient S.S. besides textbooks. The S.S. was something that was taught in every history class around the galaxies because of the enslavery of Zanthor and Saiph, ending in total annihilation of one ancient planet: Zanthor. The annihilation led to planets realizing it was time to set differences aside and create a force greater the the S.S. to deplete Valorion’s power and cease it’s immoral and cruel acts. Humanitarianism had no place with the S.S. and that meant they had to be overthrown. So after Valorion’s defeat, the United Galactic Nations swore to step in whenever necessary to protect the galaxies, hence creating the United Galactic Nations Forces. This was the sole reason why I admired the UGN so fondly because the Forces were the true protectors of the galaxies. Without the UGN, the galaxies would be in complete chaos. These thoughts ran through my brain and so many questions surfaced as I could hear the final boarding group being called above. I gritted my teeth, wanting to know so much more, yet I didn't have enough time. For the first time, Calvin hugged me, whispering quickly in my ear, “Your coordinates are real, don’t search them anymore. Anywhere. Meet me at the stroke of midnight at the training base, August 8th. I can take you there, trust me.” He pulled away, walking briskly past me and not looking back. I blinked, in a daze as I processed what he said… the coordinates were real? And, August 8th… that was next week! How were we supposed to hide for that long knowing what I know?! Was this a joke? Or real? It must be, but nothing made quite enough sense. The only thing that did make sense: my mom didn’t write nonsense on a piece of paper. She wanted me to find her and Calvin was going to be the one to help me. I would go to the ends of the galaxies to find her, no matter what dangers may lie ahead.
  23. 18 Runcorn cis Girl. BBW (big beautiful woman) size 16-20 clothing size. Bra cup size is B. 5.8ft Looking for a daddy or an abdl. I am a abdl but also a mommy looking for a Cis or trans man or a woman (any age) will post photos in a few days. Looking for anyone around Runcorn. Or will share pictures and chat on kik if you want.
  24. In another thread I mentioned that I was going in for a routine check-up. I thought I was peeing quite a bit more often lately. And so I went. It was all good news; blood pressure, normal (a little low, but OK); heart and respiratory, OK; prostate, OK. So basically, I'm disgustingly healthy. I do need to go back in for a blood test, but I don't expect anything newsworthy to come of it. All this means that I don't have to wear diapers out of necessity. And that's good. The doctor did mention an optional test for cancer by taking a stool sample, he said if I wasn't too embarrassed about crapping in a cup, packaging it up in a box clearly labeled "Fecal Material." I laughed and said that brought to mind a few bathroom quips like: "No shit?" "Yeah, the box is full of it." I also thought I could diaper up, poop my diaper, and scrape off the big hunks into the sample container. Then I thought, "Nah...probably contaminate the sample." Still feels like I'm peeing more often than I used to. Eh....more diaper time, I guess.
  25. Layla was a average 5’6 and 140 pound female with wavy long black hair that went down to her shoulders. On this particular day though she had pulled it up and pinned it neatly into a makeshift bun which was easier to keep out of her face while she was busily tending to the garden. She had lived in the small village of Direhallow after having left her parents only a year ago, now she was nineteen and making the best of her time. It was A sunny and bright day when Layla had stepped out of her small hut and peered around at the busy little village. She noticed a small wrapped gift on her doorstep and picked it up, reading the card idly ‘a sweet treat from a unknown admirer’ She looked around confused as she had no idea who it was from nor what it would do to her future. she had opened the gift to find some freshly made cookies. Quietly going inside to set them down expect for one which she was eating and savoring the taste. Little did she know that the cookies were cursed and that she would soon feel the effects. She had left her hut to start working on he garden and after a few hours she was feeling different before long she went to stand but the fence seemed way taller then she recalled, when she looked down her clothing had become very large as she was shrinking down to the size of a toddler!