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A woman in her 40s ish who is absolutely repulsed by babies and everything about them finds a younger homeless woman. The younger homeless woman was kicked out of her previous place because she kept having accidents and was unable to take care of herself. The older woman feels bad and takes her in for the night, not knowing that she's incontinent, and the younger woman teaches her to love adult babies, and the older woman teaches the younger woman that she IS deserving of love even in spite of her babyish behaviour. Anyone interested let me know! Also willing to work with little boys if you prefer your character to be a boy.

Hello! I’ve been frequenting this site off and on for years. I have had an ABDL kink for as long as I can remember. Recently, due to some medication changes, I have been experiencing urge and stress incontinence. (Yes, I’ve thought it through and continuing the medication is worth the other issues). I’m lucky enough to have a partner that also has an ABDL kink and is super supportive. Other than all that, I suppose I’m just your regular ol’ liberal millennial type ?

When I go without a diaper I will see and feel streaks of something that is wet, sticky, and stringy slowly dribbling out of me. It doesn’t smell bad or anything. It’s happened off and on for a while but recently it’s like a 247 thing of wet stringy stuff seeping out of me. My initial reaction was that it’s precum. However, it never excessively seeped out of me like this back when I was potty trained. I ought to point out that I have a chastity cage on most of the time. I’m sure that’s part of the culprit. But I just have to wonder if it’s not just pre-cum, but a mix of that and urine.

Hi all. I’ve been 24/7 for a few years and I basically have the bladder control of a 2 year old at this point. Usually I’m a pro at problem solving issues related to traveling and socializing, but this one has me a tiny bit stumped. A few weeks from now, my family coming in town to visit. My entire immediate family knows I wear diapers, but I still don’t feel comfortable wearing openly around my parents (even if they do know). My kids who are younger will be there as well. Anyways the plan is to rent a pontoon boat one weekend. We would go out to the middle of a lake and drop anchor and swim and chill out. I’m not sure what to do about protection. My kids will want to swim so I will almost certainly need to go in the water so I can supervise them. But a swim diaper is not nearly enough to keep me dry for the remainder of the time we are on the lake and I would be humiliated if I got pee on then seats or floor of the boat. I could wear a real diaper but it’s going to get puffy when I go in the lake and besides I can’t exactly change when we get back in the pontoon and I don’t know how long we will stay out on the lake after we swim. At this point I’m thinking I’ll wear a swim diaper and buy some extra towels to sit on while on the boat. If anyone has other suggestions, I’m all ears! (Edit: see my reply below for an update)

Heya all, I started a Telegram for those who want to help support and motivate each other. This is not meant to compete with this forum but is meant to be work along side this forum. It's dedicated to support, motivation and help therefore the focus is on long term methods and not shortcuts like stents and catheters, however we all know people will try these methods and since they are the most risky I to support them being talked about so that it deters those who won't go through the proper sterilization procedures while at the same time educating those who will do this anyways in how to properly go through the sterilization procedures this way we can minimize any potential self harm as subculture together. This group is not for those still in the binge/purge cycle who are looking to "force" themselves out of it. This group is not for those who only see retraining in a sexual way; its ok if retraining/incontinence is sexual to you as long as you can also see it as non-sexual, I am realistic on how people view things, not everything is a either or situation, however we are looking to normalize this to help support one another, not fetishize it. It should also be noted that its ok to be lewd/RP here and there as long is it does not absorb the entire chat and as long as one halts their lewd/RP activities when someone comes for support. If advertising a Telegram is a bad idea please inform me ASAP so i can delete this post ? (sorry if it is) Sorry for being a bad boy and not fixing this earlier. The reason why the invitation link was not working is that I made the group private for security reasons. However you can still join by messaging me on Telegram. To join contact me for an invite my Telegram handle is: @Acer144

I'm trying again to go the catheter route to become incontinent. So far I'm on my forth day, and so far no problems. The catheter I've inserted is a fr18 silastic foley catheter draining into a closed urinebag. No signs of UTI, maybe because I'm taking a daily dose of d mannose, and cranberry pills, plus making sure to drink more, than normal to flush the catheter. The testimonials say, that bladder shrinkage becomes irreversible after approx 6 months, others mention decades before it becomes permanent, some say the bladder will return to normal again, when the catheter is finally out, and despite now having a smaller bladder, that it will slowly resume old practice, and expand to accommodate more storage. So what are people's experiences using catheters to become incontinent? Is incontinence permanent, or only for a brief period, when the bladder has shrunk and maybe the sphincters from being held open from the catheter for a long time?

My Conversion By Alice Bauer As Told To: Angela Bauer My daughter Angela Bauer is a member of Daily Diapers. Over the years she has written about me. For many years I have served as her proofreader for her stories. Since Angela started writing for DPF in 1990, she has allowed me to read about ABDL using her computer. This August 2019 she urged me to read FEAR OF MISSING OUT by Alex Bridges. That extraordinary story speaks to me on a very personal level. I am telling a personal chapter of my parenting life to Angela so it can be shared with those DD members with an interest in parenting young people who have bladder control problems. The fact is I became totally urinary incontinent when I was only 18. Since I reached puberty at 12 I have been a bedwetter. By the time I was born in 1937 my mother Vi has been urinary incontinent, as are all three of my younger sisters. Vi grew up in Los Angeles County, California from her birth in 1921. Her own mother lacked bladder control, so Vi’s parents were sympathetic about wetting. Despite what you might have read about The Roaring Twenties, in those days parents raised children as they had been raised following the ‘Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child’ thinking. Bottom line is that Vi’s parents did not consider wet panties or diapers and excuse for bad behavior. Vi and her sisters were not punished about wetting. However, they were spanked hard for all other misbehavior. According to Vi, growing up through getting a job, every gal she knew was spanked in one way or another at home and school. Vi was working as an executive secretary and still living at home when she became engaged to my father Bert Bremer. Many times Vi has told me was that her mother’s reaction was to invite Bert to the back porch while Vi was ordered to cut and prepare three switches. Those were presented to her mother. As Bert watched, Vi removed her skirt, lowered her bloomers and stockings before bending over the porch rail. Her mother scolded and applied the smallest of the switches. Once that was worn out she handed the largest switch to Bert, with instructions to switch Vi with vigor. The final switch was presented to the happy couple as soon as Vi got her tears under control. Vi’s father gave the couple a punishment strap. Her sisters presented them with a wooden hairbrush. Vi admitted to me after I was married that Bert only spanked her with the hairbrush one time. He disliked using it, but he made up by using switches when they were fresh and the strap when switches were not fresh. Dad rarely punished his daughters. I have no brothers. My mother was never shy about spanking me and my sisters bare-bottom with that hairbrush. She hardly ever strapped us but did make us cut switches when we were naughty and switches were fresh. That hairbrush (or a similar one) was always in her purse when we were away from home. I remember being spanked in many ladies’ rooms, as well as the living rooms of family friends and relatives, even when I was in high school. Of course I witnessed all of my pals getting spanked, switched or strapped. A few days before I graduated from high school at almost 18 in 1955, John Bauer and I announced to my family that we were engaged. That had been a cold, rainy spring so switches were not yet available. On the back porch my Dad gave my bare bottom several licks with the strap before handing it to Bert. It turned out he must have been practicing because John strapped me harder than my Dad had done. While my bottom was still bare and sore Mom took me across her lap for a taste of the family hairbrush. Much to my surprise John was not the least reluctant to hairbrush me. He assured our parents that if necessary he knew how to apply switches. By the time we did marry in early August I was 18, I had lost my remaining bladder control and switches were growing fresh. On our honeymoon John switched me and he also willingly diapered me for bed several times. Even before I got pregnant with our first child, Penny, John and I had decided to only use corporal punishment on consenting adults. Whenever I misbehaved, was rude or simply displeased John I would be sent to our bedroom with instructions to undress and wait on our bed holding our family hairbrush. After Penny was old enough to pay attention, John stopped switching me. Less and less often did he strap me in our bedroom. I did my best to be silent when hairbrush spanked, yet by the time Penny was 7 she figured out I was getting punished and she was gleeful that she was not being punished. My youngest sister Betsy was born in 1947, so she was asked to watch me when I got spanked. I did my best to avoid watching any of my sisters being punished. Betsy got engaged to Willard Turpin in 1968, when she was 21 and an RN. He is several years older. Unfortunately I was pregnant with our youngest child, Missy causing us to miss the engagement party. Angela and our younger son Ed also were sick then. Vi delighted in telling me all the details of Betsy being switched, strapped and hairbrushed by Willard. Immediately after the wedding Betsy and Willard settled in San Jose. As we started to raise our kids, Vi and Betsy (who was still being spanked a lot at home) criticized us for hardly ever even scolding our children. To us they were delightful, expressive and bright. Vi delighted in telling our kids, especially Angela, that she had spanked all of their kids, the boys until they were old enough to be punished by Bert, the girls as long as they lived at home. Except for Vi, who lived next door, all of our friends our age agreed with us about not punishing. Our local school district had stopped using corporal punishment about 1941, so I never experienced that. In 1976 John was offered a huge promotion at work, with the catch that he spend a year in management training at the corporate HQ in Davenport, Iowa. They offered to lease our home in Los Angeles County and loan us a large home in Davenport. We were told the schools in Davenport were excellent. I was managing an office near our home. John’s company assured me I would have my choice of exciting jobs in Iowa. The day after school ended for our kids in 1976, we started driving to Iowa. The only major piece of furniture we shipped was our much-used over-size changing table. We had been told that the wife of John’s CEO was Chairwoman of the Davenport School District. What we were not told was that those “excellent” schools all used corporal punishment as if it was 1936. Obviously we could not send our kids to private schools. What I told our kids was they could avoid spankings and swats by behaving well. Very soon after arriving in Davenport I took our kids to enroll and have orientation at their schools: Penny and our older son Jack at high school; Angela at middle school; Ed, Ruth and Missy in elementary school. Because we were not from Iowa, all the orientations included sample corporal punishments: Penny got 4 swats from the high school VP for Girls; Jack got a swat from his football coach; Angela declined her sample by the Girls VP at middle school; Ed, Ruth and Missy got sample spanks with a ping pong paddle at their elementary school. All of our kids easily made friends in the neighborhood. Jack was just in time for summer football practice. Penny was hired as a clerk at a store owned by a friend of the CEO’s wife. Angela and the others met kids living near us. It turned out every kid they met expected to get corporal punishment at home, at church and at school. Some parents owned school-style paddles. All also used hairbrushes, belts, straps, wooden spoons and of course, switches when in season. Talking with the other mothers I was horrified at first that most conversations eventually came around to punishments. Virtually all had a policy that swats at school earned harder punishment at home. I was super uncomfortable in those early conversations. I did my best to avoid discussing the bladder difficulties of Ed and all our daughters. At least the wife of the CEO was old enough to have bladder control problems due to menopause, so she did not kid me about my 24/7 diapers. Somehow Angela managed to escape being paddled at school or church. Penny was a very frequent “guest” of her VP or coach. Jack and all his teammates were paddled. In second grade Missy was young enough to be spanked through her skirt and training panties over the lap with a ping pong paddle. Ruth and Ed bent over a desk when paddled. During our time in Iowa I noticed the local kids seemed to behave well, with a whole lot lest back-talk than I got from all my kids, especially Penny. Angela had her moments, but I never considered spanking her, then. Penny graduated from high school before we left Davenport in late May 1977. She planned to start an office work course at our local community college. While we were in Iowa, Betsy and Willard bought the house directly across the street from us. In 1977 their daughter Carole was 6; their son Matthew was 5; their son Nathan was an infant. All of those kids had tiny bladders. Carole needed just-in-case diapers for car trips, as did Matthew. He also was diapered for bed. Nathan was nowhere near being ready for toilet training. Considering their tender ages I was shocked how often Betsy spanked Carole and Matt, about half the time with a hairbrush. I witnessed a few such spankings. Betsy delighted in telling me about spanking her kids. She hired Penny as the primary babysitter. Betsy told me she was not satisfied with Penny’s deportment. I replied that I agreed, saying how often Penny was paddled in high school. I even said I was seriously reconsidering my anti-spanking views, especially with Penny. Betsy asked my permission to start spanking Penny. I agreed on condition Betsy not tell John, who had spanked me about once a week when we were in Iowa, and I did not mind. Most of the mothers I knew there were sometimes spanked by their husbands. A few admitted that most of their bedroom spankings were more erotic than punishment. I shyly showed Iowa women into sensual spanking a supple horsehide strap John and I bought from The Pleasure Chest in West Hollywood which brings me pleasure. What I did not know then was that Angela had become fascinated by romantic spanking several months before she reached puberty, while we were still living in Los Angeles County. Only after Angela graduated from high school did she admit to me being disappointed that she was not paddled at school. By Labor Day 1977 Betsy had spanked Penny four times, all very hard, on the bare, across the lap with the hairbrush. Like her own kids, Betsy found that Penny wet while being spanked. Eventually Penny admitted she had wet a little while being paddled at school. After each of Penny’s spankings, Betsy told me all the details. What came as a surprise was that one Saturday morning while Penny was taking Carole and Matt on an adventure, Angela went to Betsy asking to be spanked. She knew all about Penny: “Aunt Betsy, spank me just as hard as you spank Penny. I’ve deserved spankings all my life.” Angela cried softly during her warm-up and sobbed her eyes out during the intense hairbrushing. She was limp yet hugged and kissed Betsy. That was when I told both Vi and Betsy that I had changed my mind and was now pro-spanking. They told me since I had not ever administered a spanking I needed a few weeks of training. My experience being spanked by John did not count, in their opinion! On separate days both Vi and Betsy gave me bare-bottom over the lap hairbrush spankings. As Betsy did with Carole, Matt and Penny, she spread a waterproof underpad to protect her lap from my wetting. Vi did the same, although I had never wet when John spanked me. They spanked me for real and I did wet that underpad. I bought a dozen of those. Once they were sure I fully realized the pain of being spanked, I practiced on both Carole and Matt. Finally came a day when Penny was due for a spanking. Betsy’s children were elsewhere in her home. I was already waiting in the master bedroom when Penny was led in like a naughty child. I took my place on the side of the bed and spread the pad. Penny obediently came to me to be undressed. She was not wearing a diaper because she still had day control. I spanked her until her derrière was marked. She sobbed out her eyes and went limp. She soaked the pad. Finally Penny hugged and kissed me, saying, “Mommy, it was long over-due!” Previously, the day after Penny’s first spanking from Betsy, she was taken to a beauty supply store to buy a hairbrush, supervised by Betsy. Penny admitted to the clerk the brush would only be used to punish her. Angela asking to be spanked came as a surprise. She had not yet been taken to the store. The week after I spanked Penny, Angela requested a spanking. Let me tell you, Angela peed her panties when she was me seated on Betsy’s bed. Of course I spanked her far harder than I had spanked Carole. I left Angela marked, limp and with her eyes all cried out. She soaked the pad so much that I diapered her for the trip to the beauty store. I only spanked Ed a couple of times because he was large enough to be strapped or paddled by John. I continued spanking Ruth, who became a nasty brad in high school, and Missy who misbehaved yet always took her spankings well. Following the family tradition, we threw an engagement party for Missy and her fiancé (yet another guy named John). We had skipped the spanking part of Angela’s engagement party. Her fiancé Don is 32 years her senior and a well-experienced spanker. Let me close by saying that I believe everyone who uses corporal punishment must receive the same at least once a year.