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  1. This idea was inspired by 12 Days of Diapers by The Unthinker. Basically, I thought up a list of cursed gifts that cause regression in the area that each item is designed to help with. My brother and I have a D&D setting and these items will appear in there as things that members of the now-defunct ancient elven kingdom used to send to political rivals occasionally. But if anyone else wants to run with this idea, go right ahead! I'd love to see stories about the hapless recipients of these gifts! The description I wrote up is here: This set of magical items consist of disability tools which, when received as gifts, create a need for their use by the user. This need develops over the course of a week, starting 24 hours after the recipient discovered the gift. If the individual regifts the items quickly enough, the effects will fade – however, if the recipient has had the item for at least a week, or used any part of it, the effects are permanent until broken. If they individual uses the item but regifts part or all of it before the seven days are up, they remain at the level of progression they had reached at that point. They are not able to regain lost skills from learning or by any means other than breaking the curse. Multi-piece items are keyed to a central item, usually the container, and if any other piece is destroyed or rendered unusable, a replacement appears in or beside the central item. The items are the following: A package of 12 adult diapers. Receipt of this gift creates progressive bladder, and eventually bowel, incontinence. The diapers adjust in size to comfortably fit the recipient, and have a plain and utilitarian design. They are thick, and can usually last for several daytime wettings or during an entire night of wetting without leakage. On the first day, the recipient begins to have nighttime bladder accidents, waking up as soon as they begin to wet. On the second day, the recipient begins to have occasional daytime accidents. These accidents involve the recipient beginning to urinate as soon as they become aware of the urge, but they can stop the flow with concentration. If their concentration is lost, they resume urinating. On the third day, the recipient is having nighttime bladder accidents consistently, and only waking from them if they become cold or uncomfortable as a result. On the fourth day, bladder incontinence is total – the recipient immediately begins to urinate uncontrollably whenever they feel the urge, and can't voluntarily interrupt urination. On the fifth day, the recipient begins to have bowel urgency, and will have accidents if they can't get to a bathroom promptly when the urge hits. Frequency of bowel movements is increased. On the sixth day, the recipient will automatically start a bowel movement whenever the urge hits, but can stop it with concentration. If their concentration is lost, the bowel movement resumes. On the seventh day, bowel incontinence is total – the recipient begins to have a bowel movement as soon as the urge hits, and can't voluntarily interrupt their bowel movements. A picture communication board. Receipt of this gift creates a progressive speech impediment, rendering the individual completely nonverbal. Multilingual recipients lose the production of phonemes in all of their languages based on the appropriate progression for the first language or the one they are most comfortable using. The picture communication board has 32 words of core vocabulary, an alphabet, and a label on the bottom stating the recipient's name and that they are unable to speak and use this board to communicate. On the first day, the individual loses the ability to produce a single phoneme, either omitting it or replacing it with a similar phoneme. For example, they may have a lisp, or may not be able to pronounce the 'r' sound, or a similar issue. The speech sound lost is typically one mastered later in development. In English, the sound list is 'th' (voiced or unvoiced), 'l', 'r', 'sh', 'ch', 's', or 'j'. On the second day, the individual loses multiple phonemes. All phonemes typically mastered later in development are lost. In English, the entire list given for day one is lost. On the third day, the individual loses some phonemes typically acquired in the middle of phonemic development. In English, the phonemes 'k', 'd', 'g', 'f', 'y' (as a consonant), 'z', 'v' and 'h' are lost. On the fourth day, the individual can only produce the phonemes 'p', 'b', 'm', 'n', 't', and 'd', assuming those phonemes exist in their language. On the fifth day, the individual can only produce the phonemes 'p', 't' and 'm'. On the sixth day, the individual can only produce vowel sounds, and no consonants. On the seventh day, the individual can only produce one vowel sound, as well as non-vocal sounds such as grunting, crying, moaning, etc. Picture books. These books cause the recipient to lose the ability to read and write, if they could. Multilingual recipients lose reading ability in all languages they can read in. If the recipient is already illiterate, the books progressively remove their potential to learn to read if instructed. They retain the ability to speak those words and understand them if spoken, unless affected by a different gift. The picture books depict tales from the folklore or religious beliefs typical of the recipient's culture, or the recipient's own beliefs, adjusted to loosely reflect the recipient's interests. Each page contains an image and a single very simple written sentence. On the inside of the front cover, the book states that it belongs to the recipient. On the first day, the recipient loses the ability to recognize any written words typically learnt in high school or adulthood, such as university-level jargon. For example, an individual with medical training loses medical terms such as 'microcephaly', and high school words such as 'trigonometry', 'abjure', 'equinox', etc. They can still attempt to sound these words out, and may recognize the word that way if it has a regular spelling. If they attempt to write these words, they write them phonetically. In a logographic language such as Chinese, they lose the ability to recognize the logographs that represent that word, but may be able to infer it's meaning from radicals or appearance if appropriate. On the second day, the recipient loses the ability to recognize all but the 400 most commonly used written words. The same rules apply as for day one. On the third day, the recipient loses the ability to recognize all written words, except for a very short list of personally significant words (eg the person's name), and must sound everything out. Again, the same rules apply as for day one. On the fourth day, the recipient begins to lose phonics knowledge. They lose later-acquired phonics rules, those typically learnt in grade 2 or above. In a logographic language, they lose the ability to recognize logographs or radicals typically learnt at that level, or begin to lose any alternate system taught to children such as hiragana for Japanese. In English, they lose the ability to correctly sound out diphthongs, consonant blends, long vowels, and r-controlled vowels. On the fifth day, the recipient loses more phonics knowledge. In English, they lose the ability to sound out all but CVC words. On the sixth day, the recipient loses all phonics knowledge, and can only read the short list of words designated on the third day. They can also correctly identify all the letters of the alphabet or syllabary used by their language. In a logographic language, they only recognize a short list of logographs designated on the third day. On the seventh day, the recipient loses all ability to read. They cannot identify any letters, and can't even read or write their own name. They still recognize the text as text, and can identify the writing system in use if they previously knew this information. (For example, they can tell that a piece of text is written in the Roman alphabet.) Social Stories. This item causes the individual to lose procedural knowledge. This item consists of several picture books, similar to the picture book set, except that each book describes an everyday task such as dressing oneself, preparing a simple meal, using the toilet, etc. On the first day, the recipient loses all multistep procedural skills typically known only by adults with particular specialized skills, such as plumping, tanning, caring for tools, performing katas, etc. The recipient can still do skilled single-step employment activities. Typically, the recipient is rendered unemployable unless they had a very simple job. On the second day, the recipient loses multistep procedural skills typically learnt in adulthood or late adolescence by most adults, such as household management skills, driving, etc. The recipient is generally rendered unable to live independently safely at this point. On the third day, the individual loses the ability to do multistep procedural skills typically learnt in middle childhood or early adolescence, such as chores typically assigned to children. On the fourth day, the individual loses the ability to put on or remove more difficult items of clothing, such as items with laces. At this point, an individual proficient in the use of armour needs help getting their armour on or off. They are also unable to do any multistep procedural skills that are not typically mastered by preschool-aged children. On the fifth day, the individual loses the ability to put on or remove any clothing with buttons, laces, or any type of fastening. They also lose the ability to go to the bathroom independently, although they still have bowel and bladder control unless affected by another gift. They are unable to wash themselves or do any similar self-care procedure. On the sixth day, the individual loses all ability to dress themselves, and can only remove simple clothing without fasteners. They are also unable to use utensils and instead eat with their hands. On the seventh day, they can only grasp items and move them around, but can't do any complex manipulation with them. They cannot remove any articles of clothing except for a hat or similar item. Visual Schedule Kit. This item causes the recipient to lose receptive language in all languages that they understand, in both spoken and written format. The item consists of a board with slots designed to put pictures into it, and the corresponding pictures. The pictures depict familiar locations and activities that the recipient regularly experiences, and can be used to build a daily schedule. On the first day, the recipient loses the ability to understand words typically learnt in high school or adulthood. They still understand the concepts, but no longer know the word that corresponds with the concept. They can still speak the word and know it is familiar, but they can't connect it with meaning. On the second day, the recipient loses the ability to understand words typically learnt in middle childhood. The same rules apply as in day one. On the third day, the recipient loses the ability to understand all but the 5,000 most commonly spoken words in their language. On the forth day, the recipient is only able to understand the 400 most commonly spoken words in their language. On the fifth day, the recipient can only understand 50 words, including their own name, a few words of high personal significance, and high frequency words. On the sixth day, the recipient can only understand their own name. They can still tell if a word they encounter is one they used to know, and they can tell which language is being spoken (assuming they could recognize that language before). On the seventh day, the recipient cannot recognize their own name, and no longer knows if a word sounds familiar. They cannot distinguish between different languages. They can still utter words they used to know in a meaningless manner, and repeat words spoken to them, unless another gift has removed their speech. Wheelchair. This gift removes the ability to walk. This item is a typical manual wheelchair, or the closest equivalent in the recipient's culture. On the first day, the recipient begins to tire easily when walking, can't do any tasks requiring strong balance or skilled footwork, and are more prone to tripping on items. On the second day, walking unaided for more than a brief distance takes considerable effort, and the recipient is likely to fall when tired, on difficult terrain or distracted. On the third day, the recipient can only walk a couple steps unaided. On the fourth day, the recipient can stand unaided, but will fall if they take any steps without holding on to some form of support. On the fifth day, the recipient can no longer stand without holding onto something, and can only walk if supported from both sides. On the sixth day, the recipient can stand if supported from both sides, but can't take any steps. On the seventh day, the recipient can't stand or walk, even if supported. For example, if held up from both sides, the recipient can't support any of their own weight and simply dangles.
  2. Very interesting piece on the adult diaper "boom" so to speak. It's definitely going to climb with baby boomers getting back into diapers once again hehe. But mainly just discussing the logistics of it and how it's affecting paper sales in general. It didn't get to specific but I think they were almost entirely talking about disposables and even more so it seemed like depends based on the picture they had with it. Take a read for yourselves! http://bloom.bg/2nc3j8f
  3. Yesterday was Sunday, and that is usually considered a day of rest for many people, and i consider it that as well. Since i have a few medical conditions i am always scared to death to go out somewhere without being diapered, and especially if food is involved. I already struggle for what control i have, and yesterday decided to take a chance and didn't wear a diaper when i went with my friend to eat at an Indian restaurant. The food was amazing, and i mean words can't say how wonderful it was. However, on the way back, i started having trouble, and this is where my incontinence is always so confusing. Did i just have an accident or not? Did something come out or is it about to? So it did happen, and i had an accident in my friend's car, thankfully he is a lifelong friend and is well aware of my struggles. However, it was still embarrassing, painful, and i won't do this again. Going undiapered has before and still proves to be a recipe for disaster for me.
  4. Just for the sake of options, i am curious to know where everyone buys their diapers from? Who is best about using discreet packaging? So far i mostly buy from bambino, and have bought secure x plus before they were available on bambino. So what are the best sites if you live in the US?
  5. Heya, having suffered with incontinence my whole life I made a pact with myself (see "Living with Incontinence" post) to not let my disability stop me from doing anything. I found that going to the beach however did prove one of the hardest past times to enjoy properly. I just wanted to share how I manage and hopefully get an insight in how other genuinely incontinent people (hopefully females as to get some tips) go about enjoying themselves there. First things first I'm not a massive swimmer which does make things easier as the range of adult swim protection is limited and only really caters for bowel incontinence which is great if you only have bowel incontinence but useless if you have complete (unless you like ruining beach towels and being covered in pee). When I go to the beach I tend to go prepared to stay in the shade and relax in the most comfortable manner possible with the possibility of entering the water for a brief period. In order to do this I usually combine a plastic backed with a soaker and go over the top with my personal favourite of either "Splash About" adult swim nappies covered up with a Sarong and bikini on top or my first choice if its not too hot of the "KesVir" Swimming Costume (See below). Now the Kesvir is great because not only does it keep everything inside but it also has a little skirt attatched which really helps with the "battle of the bulge" i.e. water bulking of your slip if you do decide to brave the water. I also made a list of what else I tend to take in my grab bag in case it gives you an idea. Plastic backed slips (as many as you think you need for the day, more if you plan on swimming lots) "Top Tip" - keep all the little packs of silica gel you get with shoes and the night before put a slip in a sealable food bag with a couple of the sachets. Put the bag in the fridge and when you're packing your cool box in the morning put the bagged slip in with it. The silica gel keeps the slip from absorbing any moisture and also makes it super cool and gives some respite from the plastic prison on hot days) Disposable changing mats. Great for whacking underneath you during changes etc. Disposable anal plug. (Not kinky, don't even go there) Powders, creams and cleaning stuff for when it gets a bit swampy. Sarongs. A girls best friend for hiding whats going on down there. And of course the obligatory SPF30, big hat, sunglasses and whatever other glam accessories you need. I think this about covers it. Hopefully gave those legitimately incontinent people a couple of ideas on how to not get left out next time all their mates go to the pool/beach as well as staying a little more comfortable. Love Gemma xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
  6. Hi guys. I've only recently joined this forum, while having had an attraction to the lifestyle for as long as I can remember I want to take it to the next step. I've read through the twelve month program as well as other posts on 24/7 wearing with the aim of losing control, and was wondering if anyone has any personal tips/experience that could help pad out(phrasing) the program. I've been wearing every night for little over a week now and am starting to wear more and more through the day, and just recently wore out in public while in the company of a friend (I can say the fact no one gave me a sideways glance was liberating, though it will be a while before I'm confident to wear at work). Yet I don't consider myself to have started a rigid program yet. Any advice would be great in helping me try to figure this out. Regards -BaybayJay
  7. In 2016 I kept a plog (pee log) at omorashi.org of almost all of my 58 experiences of waking up wetting or already wet: https://omorashi.org/topic/30577-waking-up-wet-iii/. I was surprised at how varied the experiences were. Sometimes I would wake up just as I began to wet. I might clench my urinary sphincter and stop the flow, or I might manage to stay relaxed until I finished emptying my bladder. I might be diapered or I might wet the bed. I might realize immediately that I was wetting involuntarily, or I might be confused about what was happening and whether I had begun to wet deliberately. I might be wetting in a dream and continue in a dreamlike state after I began to wake up wetting. Several people at OmoOrg told me they enjoyed reading my plog, and a friend here has encouraged me to resume plogging here. Okay, I'll do it. I wear and wet a diaper and booster pad every night, partly for fun and partly because of how often I began to wet in my sleep last year. I will only report involuntary wetting, not the times I wake up dry and needing to pee and consciously decide to wet. As a prequel I want to report that after October 29, the last time I reported wetting at OmoOrg, I was dry at night for seven weeks, which astounded me. After wetting six straight nights earlier in the month, I was expecting to wet almost every night. The next time I wet was December 17. I was visiting relatives for two weeks and had only six pull-ups with me. I planned to keep my padding dry and use the toilet, which for the most part I did. Once again I was confused about whether I had wet involuntarily or deliberately. I suddenly realized I was wetting, so I eventually decided I must have begun wetting involuntarily. In the morning I continued to wet my diaper, since I was going to have to throw it away anyway. The only time I wet after that in 2016 was December 20. I went to bed very tired from a bad respiratory infection. In the morning I vaguely remembered wetting the pull-up that I was hoping to keep dry in my relative's bed. I must have been too sleepy to resist the urge to urinate and just wet my diaper. When I later woke up needing to pee, I knew my pull-up was wet, so I relaxed and wet it again. With wetting so rare, I really enjoyed my two chances to wet on that trip. Now two days into 2017, I've worn and wet a medium NorthShore Supreme taped brief and large booster pad both nights. All my wetting has been voluntary, as far as I know. I've not woken up confused about that. Let's see how long I can keep all my wetting deliberate.
  8. Ive been on this site before and come back for another go and after reading a lot of posts etc. I decided to make one myself and tell you all a little about my story. Gather round, it might take a while. My name is Gemma, born and bred in the mountainous region of North Wales in the sunny British Isles. Im 27 years young just turned and have suffered with incontinence my entire life. At the age of around 5 after being completely impossible to potty train me and after god knows how many scans, MRIs and other unpleasantnesses Doctors finally came to the conclusion that while in the womb my spine formed a bit weird at the base (Cauda Equina) causing compression on the bundle of nerves at the base of my lumbar region. The diagnosis was neurogenic bladder and bowels as well as some other associated nerve damage. Luckily the damage was reasonably localized allowing me to walk and only affecting my "toilet" functions and some lack of feeling. Growing up was an exceptionally stressful time for me. I faced a great deal of torment and made only a few close friends. Despite on the surface of it being as most call me "pretty" I failed to let anybody get close to me for my entire teens and into my twenties. Coming to terms with my incontinence was fairly easy having never known any different however was still exceptionally hard. I vowed at a young age to not let it hold me back on what I want to do and as a person from North Wales what I wanted to was usually outside. I am an avid mountaineer, I have climbed many peaks and I also love to travel. I have been overseas around 100 times and visited 26 different countries to date. I play several instruments and also love to ride motorcycles (I have two). I hike, ride, row, partake in archery and used to play a lot of hockey. Yes being incontinent made things very difficult but nothing was impossible if I put my mind to it. 27 years on im now a pro at management of my issue. Having a close shave with a kidney infection that almost killed me I came to terms with nappies being the most feasible management option for myself. Around 7 years ago while travelling I met my partner. She is the kindest, most sweethearted (sometimes frustrating) person in the world. We share our hearts and everything that goes with each of us. She not only tolerated but embraces my problem and between (mainly her) found a way to not only indulge some of her fantasies but make it into a positive in our relationship. This is slowly but surely rebuilding what self esteem I had dashed during my formative years and I feel will end in me being a stronger person on the other side. I guess the point of this article is for the legitimate incontinence sufferers on this site who don't like their situation, who may be struggling with self image and looking for help. However bleak it seems to you right now, It IS possible to find that special someone and your problem can't stop you doing anything. All you need to do is get out there and seize the day! It might be hard but Im living proof it can be done. You don't need to feel second rate or make excuses for anyone. Just go out there and own it! I hope this was of some help to some people out there. Please take from this what you will but understand that its meant as a message of support from one person who has been to dark places to others who need help so be sensitive and understanding to the theme of the diatribe and the people on here who don't like but struggle to accept that "protection" is a part of their lives. Thanks and stay strong! Gemma xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
  9. https://surveyplanet.com/592b0e942237ce4c3136094eI'm looking for as many AB, DL, IC, and bedwetting folks to answer my survey as possible. Hopefully we can gain some insight into the current state of the diaper market, so manufacturers and retailers can better serve customers like us. Leaving an email address is completely optional, so you can be as anonymous as you like.Thank you for participating!
  10. Hello all. been a bit since I posted anything. finally finished my non fetish future story so here is a story for this board. I hope you like it. The weather was nice outside and everyone was out having fun. My mom was out at a local spa while both my sisters were out with their boyfriends. The house was empty except for me and silent enough to almost be a tomb it seemed. My sister,Jean, was at her boyfriend’s house and likely getting laid again. My other sister, Marnie was out with her boyfriend and just as likely getting laid as well. My sisters are very pretty and they can get anything they want by just asking. Marnie drives a Porsche 911 while Jean drives a red Mercedes. They both look nice in their designer clothes. Jean is 5’ 10” tall with green eyes and long black hair, a nice figure and can easily get any guy she wants. Marnie is also a brunette and stands at 5’ 11” tall with a great figure and green eyes like her sister. She has a nice Mercedes that she uses to attract the attention of any guy she wants to take and have sex with. My mom is very tall at exactly 6 foot tall and also looks like she has not aged a day over 35 either. Her hair is long and dark brown. Her eyes are green and she has such a nice figure that some guy is always trying to get her to take them into her bedroom for sex. Mom was married for a while but he died before I was born. He gave her both of my sisters, but I was conceived from a different father that she got drunk and had a one night stand with. As for me, I am not good looking or very smart according to my mother and my sisters. While both my sisters are tall, I am not. I am short at only 5’ 2” tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I am also incontinent thanks to a birth defect according to my mom and both of my sisters. It is for this reason that no one ever tried to toilet train me and just left me in diapers. My mother wanted another girl and got me instead. Because of my diapers there has been a lot of bullying and on more than one occasion, hospital visits from the bullying. My mother buys me diapers that are very thick so that there is little danger of leaking and also fewer changes that she has to bother with. My sisters have changed me numerous times and have teased me every time and called me a baby. All during my years in school they made sure that any girl I had a crush on knew about me wearing diapers. I have had them both laugh and steal my jeans numerous times then force me to walk to the office to get them back with my diaper in plain view of everyone. I was laughed at and teased a lot and bullied down through the years. I began trying to fight back but when you are short and skinny and everyone else is bigger there is very little chance of wining. I got in a few hits but when you have nine or more guys holding you down and pounding on you it is not a fair fight but they don’t care and my sisters refuse to help me. My mother seems to think I start the fights so it is my own fault that they beat me up. Last year my sisters built a changing table with restraining straps and when I was talking to a girl I had a crush on they grabbed me and dragged me to the table to be changed. The girl laughed then changed my diaper as her and my sisters laughed about it along with everyone else in the cafeteria. It goes without saying that when I found the girl only wanted to help my sisters humiliate me it hurt and made me decide to not bother to try ever again. Who wants to be around a boy who still has to wear diapers? The answer is simple, No one. For the last year of school I have resolved to just stay as quiet as I can and try to be invisible. I have no intention of trying to get a date or even talking to a girl outside of normal classroom requirements. Trying that last year had gotten me beat up badly twice and then humiliated and my heart smashed into a million pieces. The only upside to school this year is that we have a new principal and she refuses to let my sisters get away with the same shit as last year. That meant no more being the baby in their life skills classes. Having them change my diaper in front of the entire class is humiliating but they thought it was funny as did the teacher and everyone else in the class. When my mom heard about it she laughed like hell. I hate my life a lot of times. My mother lets my sister get away with constant humiliation of me and thinks it is funny. It’s my fault for being born a boy instead of a girl so I just let them get it over with now as resisting does no good. I only have to finish this year and then pray I can get a scholarship that will allow me to get away from my sisters and my mother. If there is no scholarship then I may as well as take the long step to the canyon floor known locally as lovers leap. It is 400 feet straight down to a hard stone canyon floor where a river used to flow through it before they diverted it for a hydroelectric dam. If I graduate and have no chance of escape then my life means nothing and that is how I will end it all. I do not want to be a baby all my life and be humiliated because I had the bad luck to be born a boy instead of a girl. I am not a sissy but it seems that girls can get anything they want while a guy like me gets nothing but abuse for being small and still being in diapers. It is not fair but it is my existence and nothing is going to change how things are I suppose, so graduating with good grades and getting a scholarship are all I can pray for. With school in three weeks I have had to do extra chores around the house to pay for the school supplies mom will have to buy me. I worked my ass off this summer and hoped to be able to get a mountain bike but no such luck as my mother had to buy my sisters some new designer handbags and I was told that it was expensive enough just keeping me stocked up on diapers so a mountain bike was out of the question. I was frustrated but not surprised by this. Fixing the three cars saved my mother enough money to afford the expensive handbags they all wanted without having to worry about spending any extra money. I have taken auto shop again this year since each time they cover a different aspect of working on cars. This year they will be letting us do body work and engine work on more expensive cars. I tis one of the classes I really like since Mr. Klein does not let anyone get away with teasing me or wrecking my work. The last guy that tried was kicked out of class for the year. He caught up to me later that day with nine of his buddies and beat the shit out of me for it. I spent a week in the hospital recovering and the asshole was not even arrested because he was only 17. As usual this year I would be walking to school again. My mom refuses to let me take the bus and my sisters refuse to give me a ride as they don’t want their cars smelling like shitty diapers according to them. I can’t take the bus either as it means I am being a lazy brat according to my mother. I walk everywhere as I have no other way of getting around. My mom sold my old BMX bike a few years ago when she got mad at me because the price of my diapers went up by a dollar a case. I have such a wonderful life you know. The last days of summer vacation drew to a close and I finished tuning up the cars and changing the spark plugs in them as well as adjusting the timing on the Porsche. I had my sister take it to the auto shop three blocks away where I volunteer part time in exchange for Charlie teaching me everything he knows about cars. The shop caters mainly to the rich and I now do almost all the work on the cars myself while Charlie gets caught up on his porn surfing. He takes the credit and the cash but I at least get to expand my knowledge more. With only three days until school registration a new customer pulled in with her daughter in a older model BMW car. She had barely made it to the shop when it died on her and she had no clue why. Her Daughter is a gorgeous Japanese girl the same age as me but I took one look at her and and smacked myself hard so to speak. I simply reminded myself that like all women in the world, she was off limits and would want absolutely nothing to do with me. Her mother was attractive as well and I saw no ring on her finger which is a surprise as attractive as she seemed to be. Charlie was busy in the office so I helped push the car in then got the paperwork started. Her daughter introduced herself to me as Kioko. She has a pretty smile but I know better so I kept reminding myself of what happened the last time I got stupid. “I wont know how long it will take to fix your car until I get under the hood and start checking things out to find out what caused it to quit working. If you leave your phone number then I can call you when I know what is wrong and then give you an estimate on the time and cost to fix it.” “Thank you so much. It just died at the edge of your parking lot and wouldn’t start again. Do you by chance know where 2317 Forest road is at?” “I know the area ma’am. It is about 3 miles from here. You go to the stop light two blocks down the road then go left until you get to the next stop light. After that you go right and it is going to be on your right side just after the turnoff to the lake.” “Can you call us a cab then?” I got her phone number and wrote it on the work order for the car right in front of her then called her a cab. Her daughter vanished to the restroom for a few minutes then came back out yawning. “I called Bernie and he should be here in about ten minutes. He’s the cheapest and most honest cab in town.” I pointed out the vending machines and then went to work on the car. After three hours it was time to close up the shop for the day and wake up my boss. The BMW needed a lot of work and after waking up Charlie I would give them a call to let them know what all was wrong with it and see if they wanted it fixed or not. I changed my wet diaper and noticed a used adult diaper about my size in the trash. We had a busy day today so it could have been anyone. I told Charlie to go home and I would close up as usual. He had been trying to catch up on the paperwork he had been forced to neglect while recovering from a bad fall. His great Dane saw a cat and took off after it. He was tripped as the dog wrapped the leash around him and took off after the cat. The end result was a broken left arm and hip. The dog is great and loves people but can’t resist chasing any cat he sees. Charlie finally admitted he was tired and grabbed his car keys to go home. “Alex, Why don’t you just go ahead and close up real fast. I’ll give you a ride home. It looks like it’s going to rain. You can finish working on the car in the morning.” “Thanks. Let me give her a call and tel her the news about the car real fast and see if she wants it fixed or not.” I called the lady and she picked up on the third ring. “This is Alex at the repair shop. Your car needs a new alternator and a new fuel pump. I would also recommend an oil change and new plugs as well as a new oil filter. I can have the car done by tomorrow afternoon if you want me to work on it. The cost shouldn’t be more than about $400.00 with labor. Okay then, I’ll get started on it in the morning when I come in. I’ll give you a call when it’s done and you can come get it.” I hung up the phone and wondered how long it would be before that cute girl knew about my diapers and joined in with everyone else in teasing me. I closed up the shop and set the alarm before getting in the car as it began to sprinkle. By the time Charlie dropped me off it was pouring heavily and I was grateful I did not have to walk. I waved goodbye to Charlie and went inside to find some food to eat. Mom gave me a look that told me I was in trouble for something. “I see you’re getting lazy again. Too good to walk like everyone else?” “Mom! It’s pouring outside! I’d have been soaked and sick by the time I got home!” She looked at me and frowned. “And who’s fault is it that you did not take a rain poncho with you today?” “I don’t have any rain gear! You gave it to Jean a month ago when she lost hers at the lake! The money I make I have to give to you! You wont let me have any money so how could I afford to buy a new rain poncho?” “Fine. But next time you get lazy I’ll make sure you have extra chores. Now go look at your sister’s car. It stalled on her again today and I can not afford the repair shop prices.” So much for dinner tonight. I would be busy looking at Marnie’s car and trying to fix it instead of eating anything for dinner. I hate days like this. Anytime I get a ride home she gets mad about it and calls me lazy then makes me do extra chores and refuses to let me have anything to eat. I looked at Marnie’s car and found the problem immediately. She forgot to put gas in the tank and it ran out of fuel. I shook my head and grabbed the spare gas can. It was only two gallons but it was still full. I poured the fuel into her gas tank and fired it up. This would be enough to get it to the gas station where she could fill the tank up. I turned off the motor and walked in to tell mom. “There is nothing wrong with the car. She ran it out of gas again is all. I put the emergency gas in it and that will get her to a gas station where she can fill the tank again. I checked everything else and the car is in good shape.” She looked at me a moment then spoke up. “Fine. Go eat and then get out of my hair unless I need you.” I started to walk off and heard her mumbling. “Damned worthless boy. Why couldn’t I have had another girl?” I hated it when she was like this but the only thing I could do was grab a quick bite to eat and then slip quietly back to my room and stay out of her sight. I grabbed a bite to eat then made my way back to my room to grab a bit of sleep. I woke up some time with a loaded diaper and sighed. It’s never fun waking up like this, but it is nothing new to me. I grabbed a clean diaper and made my way to the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed. The mess had gone everywhere inside of the diaper so I tossed the diaper in a plastic sack, tied the sack shut then got in the shower to wash the rest of the mess off of myself. After I was clean and the shower was just as clean I got out and put a clean diaper on. The clock on the wall read 10:30 pm so I went back to my room and crashed for the night. When I woke up again it was five in the morning and my diaper was soaked as usual. I took care of the problem then got ready for the day. I rounded up the laundry, sorted it and got it all going before setting out some food for mom and my two sisters. I would eat from the vending machine at work so mom would not accuse me of being a pig and eating too much. The laundry was washed, dried, and folded when they finally got out of bed. With my morning chores finished I grabbed my jacket and house keys then left for work. Jean blocked the door. “Where you going so early diaper boy?” “I have to go to work. I have a on old 1990 BMW to finish repairing and it will take me most of the day to fix it.” “You’re not trying to sneak off to meet some girl are you?” I looked at her like she was an idiot. “Like any girl would want anything to do with me! You and Marnie have helped to make sure of that. I haven’t forgotten what you guys did the last time.” She smiled at me. “That was so fucking funny! The look on your face when we had her help us change your diaper in front of everyone was priceless! You looked about ready to cry when she put that pacifier in your mouth and laughed!” “Thank you for the reminder. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to work on time today. I told the lady we would have her car done this afternoon since we do not have any other ones at the moment.” “AHA! So you are going to meet some woman! I fucking knew it!” “She is a customer you fucking twit! She has a daughter that is likely just as old as me! Don’t even start about the daughter! I have only seen her once and likely never will again. Besides, by the time the first three days of school are over I’m sure you and Marnie will have let every girl in school know about my diapers. I have no intentions of trying to for the impossible this year. I Learned my lesson last year and do not intend to let it happen again this year. I plan to work and study and not even bother with trying for a girlfriend. Now if you don’t mind, I have a three mile walk ahead of me to get to work.” She let me go after I threatened to tell her boyfriend that she was cheating on him with another guy. Surprisingly enough it worked. I think she is honestly serious about this one. He is a nice guy and different from all the others she has dated. I hope it works out for them Marnie on the other hand is a complete slut and will fuck almost any guy as long as he is good looking and disease free and has money. I make the three mile hike to the shop in 45 minutes and let myself in. After turning off the alarm I get to work on the car sitting in the repair bay. We will not be open for another two hours yet so I can get a lot of work done in those two hours before the official start of the business day. Charlie finally showed up 10 minutes before opening and was not surprised to see me already buried deep in the engine compartment of a car. He tried to help but with bad arm and a bad leg he almost fell. He smiled at me. “I think it would be best if I sat on my ass and got more of the dreaded paperwork caught up before I slip and get banged up even more. I brought King today since the painters are going to be in and out of the house today constantly and I don’t need King tripping any of them thinking they are there to play with him like last time. This time none of them have any children to keep king busy playing all day.” I laughed and was tackled by a mountain of dog fur. King washed my face and battered my legs with his tail as I wrestled with him a few minutes before I finally got him off of me. I pet him for a few minutes then he finally settled down so I could work on the car. Every so often he would come over and look inside the engine compartment and wash my face. For a great Dane he is very affectionate and loves everyone except for Marnie. He hates her and growls at her when she gets near. I ruffled his fur and scratched him behind the ears before he let me go back to work. By one in the afternoon I had the car running again and sounding better than when I had first gotten it started. I was about to go call Mrs. Leigh and let her know her car was finished when I heard King bark. I heard a shout of surprise then laughter as I came around the corner to find the lady scratching King behind his ears as he had his front legs on her shoulders. “King! Down!” King dropped back down to the floor as the lady laughed about it. “King, Sit!” “Sorry about that ma’am. He doesn’t mean any harm. He likes everyone and thinks everyone is here just to play with him.” “That’s okay. I used to have a dog just like that as well. Is the car done yet, or is it worse than I thought?” “I was just about to call you, ma’am. The car is done and ready to go.” I fired it up and she looked genuinely surprised to hear it running so well. I gave her the bill and she paid for it with a platinum credit card. The card passed with no problems so I let her drive the car out of the shop. With that done I got busy working on an old project car I had salvaged from a scrap yard a few years ago. I was slowly restoring an old 55 corvette bit by bit and about all that was left was to put the rebuilt engine back into the car then bolt everything back together. Three hours later I had the engine in place and bolted down. I had refilled the oil and replaced the radiator as well. The transmission had been rebuilt a month ago and after the motor was in the car I mated the two together carefully. With everything done I Carefully closed the hood and started it up for the first time since I got it. It turned over after a few seconds and responded with a roar that made me smile. I had everything done on the old car except the paint job which I did not have the money for yet. I did all the primer paint myself and spent a lot of time sanding it smooth and then gently cleaning it off before covering it with a tarp to keep it clean. Charlie came out of the office when he heard the car running and smiled when he saw it running smoothly. “It still needs a good paint job but it is finally finished and ready to be registered again. It only took me three years to get it all done but I finally got it done and ready to go.” “It sounds good. Did you put those parts on that I found at the swap meet?” “I put them on a week ago. I wonder how fast this thing will go?” Charlie smiled as he looked the car over. “This looks real nice. Been a long time since I seen one this old still running. Does your mother know about this car yet?” “Nope. I have not told her or anyone about it yet. She has no clue I got my drivers license last year either. If she had her way I’d never have anything. I’d be stuck being the family slave forever if she had her way about it. My sisters can have anything they want but I have to bust my ass for anything I want and then my sisters are just as likely to take it from me anyways. That’s why I have not told them about this car. Jean or Marnie would want it and my mom would force me to sign it over to them.” Charlie sighed. “Your mother is poor excuse for a parent and your two sisters are spoiled brats with no fucking brains. Nice tits but no brains.” We both laughed over that one then calmed down and I had to agree with him. “Did those parts for Marnies’s car come in yet?” “They are due in tomorrow. When we get them in I’ll let you know so the brat will stop pestering you about them.” Tomorrow I have to get the parts in for for Mr. Thompson’s corvette, if the parts show up that is. If they are not here tomorrow by three I’m going to raise hell with someone. Been waiting three weeks for those parts to come in. With nothing much else to do I cleaned up the shop then helped get the paperwork caught up. By the time we closed my diaper was soaked again. I changed and then hauled out the trash before we locked up the garage. “I’ll be late getting in tomorrow. I have to register for classes. Registration starts at seven and I plan to be one of the first ones in line to register so I can get it done and quickly then get back here to help and maybe even finish getting the last of the paperwork caught up. I hope to have the project car ready to go to the body shop for paint in a few weeks if I can get enough money up for the paint job. Going for classic red and white.” I ruffled King’s head a few moments then had to push him off of me as he washed my face again and wagged his tail like mad. Charlie finally helped me get King off of me while we both laughed about it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Charlie. I walked home and saw Mrs. Leigh and her daughter pass by me but not stop. No surprise there and I would not have expected it either. Have to admit though, Kioko is damned nice looking. I sighed and kept on walking home. I have no illusions about her wanting me or even having any interest in me. This year was not going to be a repeat of last year. I have no intention of letting some girl sucker me so she can help my sisters humiliate me in front of everyone. Besides, within a few days she will know about my diapers and will want nothing to do with me unless her mother’s car breaks down again. Registration was a pain in the ass and I ended up spending three hours trying to get registered. In the end they resorted to writing everything down in a large notebook in order to get the line moving. They promised to have the computers back up by the end of the day and have all of our schedules in the system before school started. I had to give them a packet of health information that detailed my incontinence as well as my shot records. I finally finished signing up for my classes and turned to leave and go change my soaked diaper. I bumped face first into Kioko. I quickly apologized to her and to my surprise she did not insult me but merely smiled at me as I got around her and then walked off without even allowing myself a backwards glance at the impossible. She looked very nice but I know better than to let myself try for what can never be. Once classes started that would be the last I would see of her and within a few days she would know about my need for diapers. The shop was dead slow so I helped get the paperwork caught up then worked on the project car for a little while. By the time closing time came around I had finished the interior of the car. Except for the seats which still needed to be reupholstered. I changed my diaper and we closed up the shop. I had one more day of freedom before school started and with it, the bullying. My sisters would lead the charge on that front as they think it’s funny. I was walking home and saw Kioko go by on a mountain bike. I looked briefly at her then turned my head and kept on walking towards home. I resolved to make more of an effort to not let myself fall for anyone or even let myself believe for an instant that any woman would want me. After what happened last year it would be easy to not trust anyone. I started thinking about Kioko and then forced myself to remember last year and how my crush ended. I was forced onto a large changing table and and changed in front of everyone. My sisters even had the girl I wanted help change my wet diaper as everyone laughed at me. She had suckered me and made me think I had a chance when all her and my sisters wanted was to pull one more real good prank on me in front of everyone. They set me up beautifully and I was stupid and trusting enough as well as desperate enough to naively believe she wanted me. I was a fool for trusting her or anyone else for that matter. I learned my lesson and there would be no repeat of it this year. I vowed to trust no one in the school. The moment I let m guard down they will be right there to make my life a living hell again and then laugh about it. I have been teased and humiliated to the point that I expect nothing less anymore. This year all I planned to do was stay quiet and keep my head down. Maybe if I shut up and left everyone alone it would get me picked on less. I already knew that my sisters would go out of their way to make sure I got bullied this year. My mother would only laugh about it and say it was all my fault for being a boy and having to wear diapers. I sometimes wonder if it is ever going to end. 45 minutes after leaving the shop I finally arrive back home to find that my mother has gone shopping for school clothes for me. In my room are jeans with transparent plastic and snaps in the crotch. My backpack she got me was transparent as well and would do nothing to hide the fact that I carried spare diapers and other changing supplies in it. Each one of the five shirts had a pacifier on a string sewn to the front of them. One of my shirts said, “Something smell? Check my diaper!” An arrow pointed down to my diapered region. I refused to wear any of those shirts if I could get out of it and the jeans would be burned the first chance I got. The backpack would simply vanish into a trash can where it would never be found again. I rounded all of the clothes up and stuffed them into the backpack then proceeded to leave the house to dispose of them all. I walked about a mile and then tossed everything into the trash can of an apartment building. With this done I walked back home. I passed Kioko again but barely even glanced at her as she road slowly past me on her bike. I wished I still had a bike but my mom got mad and sold it when the price of my diapers went up. I have been walking since then and my mother has refused to let me have a mountain bike or any form of transportation unless I can buy it myself. Everything I make she has to have to pay for my diapers according to her, but I know she just takes it to keep me from having anything. Jean and Marnie get anything they want and can get away with almost everything. If the cars break down then it is up to me to fix them. I have the 1955 corvette at the shop that they do not know about and it is almost done. Finish the seats then get plates and insurance and it will be all mine legally. I would love to brag and show it off but I will have to keep it a secret from my mother and my sisters. Last week Marnie laughed and told me if I ever get a car she’ll make sure mom gives it to her or sells it to pay for something her and Jean want. With my family, there is no way to win easily. I never asked to be born a boy or to be incontinent for life. I get treated like it’s all my fault for being a boy and still having to wear diapers at the age of 17. I would move out when I turn 18 but I have no money to pay for the deposit on a place. I’m essentially stuck unless I get a scholarship to a school and can get away from my family for good. If that fails and student loans fail there is one recourse left. I’ll take a nice long step off a 400 foot cliff. No one would care or miss me anyways so why not? It is tempting now but I will wait and see how it all pans out at the end of the school year. Maybe a miracle will happen and and a hot little gal like Kioko will like me. I laugh that idea away and dredge up the memory of the last girl I wanted. How she laughed and changed my diaper in front of everyone while my sisters held me down on a giant changing table. They all thought it was funny how she ridiculed me and made fun of the fact that I thought she could ever be interested in dating a diaper wearing loser like me. I ran home crying that day and my mother laughed about it then refused to excuse me or even punish my sisters. The rest of the year was spent in misery. I walked back in and my mother laughed about the clothes that my two sisters had placed in my room and thought it was a shame I had disposed of the clothes. Since I had disposed of the clothes and not cleaned the house for them I could go without dinner as a punishment. I could also sleep outside tonight as well to teach me to appreciate things more. I picked up my small bag with a change of clothes and threw six more diapers in it then went outside. Her and my two sisters had a nice steak dinner while I could only watch and drool. I watched for about five minutes then walked away from the house. My mother had Jean and Marnie hold me while she rifled through my pockets and my wallet. She found the 20 dollar bill and took it before having my sisters toss me outside and lock the door behind me. With no money and it threatening to rain I simply walked towards the one place I might find some shelter at least before going to school tomorrow. I was tempted to slash the tires on all three cars in revenge but it would do no good. It was raining by the time I got three blocks away. I was soaked and cold but I knew that once in the shop I could dry off easily enough and crash on the couch in the office. Kioko and her mother passed by me and never stopped but I expected nothing less. Even if they did give me a ride, my mother would find out and punish me for it so it was better this way. I was almost five blocks from the shop when Kioko and her mother passed by me again. They slowed down but I never even stopped or looked back. A few minutes later I was in the shop and locking the doors behind me. My clothes slowly dried out overnight as I slept in just my diaper until the alarm on my watch went off at 5:30 in the morning. I had a supply of diapers stored in an old trunk in the office if I ever needed them. I woke up and changed into a clean diaper then got dressed and worked on my project car until Charlie came in at 8:00. “Came in early to work on the car I see.” “Just about done with the seats. Just have to bolt them in.” He came over and helped me bolt them in place. I got a call last night from Mrs. Leigh. She said she saw you walking in the rain and then a little later coming into the shop. Care to let me know what happened?” “She got mad at me for doing something stupid and kicked me out of the house for the night to teach me a lesson is all. I’ll go home tonight after work and apologize. If I do a bunch of extra chores and shut up maybe I’ll get to..never mind.” Charlie had no idea my mom often refused to let me eat as a punishment and I was not about to tell him either. It would make things worse for me. “My first class starts at 10 today and all they are doing is a meet and greet. After school is over then I’ll come over and work until close then go home.” I changed my diaper at 9:30 and left for school. Jean and Marnie were talking with Kioko when I passed by them and I knew that I was right. Kioko looked at me and smiled as I walked by then returned to her conversation with my sisters. I guess they wanted to take no chances on any cute girl getting interested in me and were off to an early start on making sure I stayed single and lonely this year as well. I expected nothing less though so this was no surprise to me. I had already written off any chances of getting with Kioko or any girl for that matter. I figured that this year I would not let myself get suckered like last year. Each class was only 30 minutes today since all they were doing was handing out textbooks and letting us all figure out where to sit at. I did the smart thing and sat at the back of my classes this year and was always one of the last ones in so as to avoid drawing attention to myself. I had Government with Mr. Hopkins then Math with Mr. Ross. After that I had Automotive with Mr. Klein where I would get an easy A. I had a lunch break for all the good it did me with no money then it was on to art with Mrs. Ross and then, finally, welding with Mr. Daniels. I was little surprised to see that Kioko had the exact same schedule as I did, but I refused to even look at her or any girl more than was absolutely necessary. During Art Kioko sat near me but I never said a single word to her or anyone. During lunch I sat a t a table and faced the wall reading one of my textbooks until the bell rang for the next class. I changed just after art class then after welding class was over I quietly left the room and kept my head down while walking to my locker. Already the bullies had struck. Someone had glued a picture of a baby in a diaper to my locker and used a picture of my face for the baby’s face. I took the picture off the locker quietly and threw I away before dropping off my books and then leaving the school. Jean and Marnie snickered as I walked by them on the way to the exit. I figure it must have been one of them that did the picture. If they had expected to see me angry they were going to be disappointed. I expected the bullying and pranks to start right away and this was not a big shock to me. I passed by Kioko and she smiled at me but I simply stayed quiet and did my best to ignore her attempts to sucker me into something. This year I am going to shut up and not cause anyone any trouble. I refuse to let any girl sucker me like last year. Even my lunch table is in an out of the way location so I will not be seen much. I want to be as invisible as I can this year. Maybe if they don’t get a reaction out of me they will get bored with their game and go look for a new target to pick on. It’s a nice thought but I know better. They like to torment me because they can and I will get into trouble for fighting back. My only goal is to get good grades and hope for a scholarship or the ability to get a student loan. I head for the shop and Charlie is working on the tow truck again. He hears me com in and looks up. “Alternator and starter both this time. Was just bolting in the alternator if you care to change out the starter for me.” I slid under the truck and within 20 minutes had the started changed out. We fired up the truck and then parked it back outside. I came back in and Charlie got a call to go get a stalled car for a lady. “On the desk is something for you. I’ll be back in a bit.” My stomach growled at me but I ignored it as I walked into the office. Something smelled good. A pizza sat on the desk with note on it from Charlie. “Alex, sit and eat this. Soda is in the fridge for you as well.” How Charlie knows I have no clue but he always seems to know when my mother is being a bitch to me. I ate the pizza and drank some soda before getting back to work on corvette. Today I was installing a cheap stereo in it that I had got from a pawn shop It was not much but better than having an empty spot in the dash. It was only a 20 watt system but it would play a CD and had a good enough sound for me. I got installed and then changed into a clean diaper. I was getting ready to close after covering the car up when the phone rang. “Charlie’s Garage this is Alex how may I help you?” It was Charlie on his cell phone. “Spare key is in the magnet box under the rear bumper, Charlie. I was just closing up now. You need me to stick around and wait for you?” “Okay then, and thanks for the food, Charlie. It was good. Okay then, see you tomorrow after school.” I hung up the phone and turned of the open sign. Poor Charlie. The young lady had her little two year old sit in the truck and he locked the doors on Charlie so he had to call and ask me where the spare key was at. The lady would have to have her car towed and worked on tomorrow. It had stalled as she was trying to get here in the first place. I double checked everything and then after emptying the trash I finally closed up and went home to face my mother who would likely be angry about something that would inevitably be my fault somehow. 45 minutes later I reached the house and let myself in. No one was home so Immediately began getting a meal ready for them. With everything cooking I sorted laundry and got it started then made all the beds while constantly checking the food. Two hours later they finally came home just as I had finished setting the table for three people. I know better than to assume my mother was going to let me eat. I was right too. She sat down and ate everything along with Jean and Marnie. They finished and I cleared the table then did the dishes. I put the leftovers in the refrigerator and did not try to eat any of it. With this done along with all the chores I let my mother know. She simply replied that it had better be done right or I would be out for a week this time. End One That's it for chapter one folks. I have more written and will post it later. Taking my time on this story so it will be a bit between chapters. As always good folks, thank you for reading this. All comments and questions welcomed as are the correct powerball numbers in advance. Currently working on chapter four of this story and hope to have that done in a few days. Will post the next chapter in a day or two. busty here right now with the Sturgis rally. lots of bikes and it makes more work for me. See you guys soon.
  11. “Okay Aisling, it’s your turn. Tell us a little bit about yourself.” “Ahem” I cleared my throat to buy a little time, I wasn’t expecting to have to talk so soon into the meeting. Well…Geronimo! “Hi! My name is Aisling, my friends call me Ais. I am 27 years old. This is my first support group meeting. Like you all I am incontinent, so, also like you all I wear diapers to manage my condition. I am not from around here, if you can’t already tell by my accent. Uhhh…Yeah…I like sappy movies, country music, and whiskey.” I wrap up my little introductory spiel, and look to the girl sitting next me, she does not speak next. I guess she is a veteran. I hear the leader speak, and the rest of the group echo back his words. “Thank-you for sharing, Aisling.” The group moves along to the other new members, I pay attention but just as quickly as I hear the names of the people they are gone. Us Irelanders my have the gift of the gab, but this one has an added talent. The gift of the bullshit. I can avoid using someone’s name in any conversation. I will know their face, but their name will escape me. It is a double-edged sword. Anyhow like you heard: My name is Aisling, I am 27, and I am incontinent. What I didn’t tell the group is that I chose to be this way. I chose to wear and use diapers. Ever since I was little I have been attracted to diapers. This is my story: I first really remember wanting to wear diapers again at age 9. I mean let’s face it, who among us really remember their formative years. You might get the occasional glimpse of a memory from your younger years, but for all intents and purposes you are remembering the stories people have told you about you. You don’t really remember your young childhood. I remember it was rainy, I was watching the T.V. I don’t recall what. What I do recall is that a commercial came on for adult incontinence pants. I was transfixed. They made diapers for grown-ups!? Where, when, how can I get my hands on these. Like I said, I was hooked. It was all I thought about. I mean I was still functioning, I went to school, did my class-work, played with my friends, went to church, etc. ad nauseum. It was always there though, in the back of my mind. I dreamt about it, thought about. I almost asked about it once, but my Mum was busy and I lost my nerve. Fast forward until I was 12 years old. I have been thinking about diapers more and more often. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. I had to know. I schemed, and plotted. Eventually I came up with a foolproof plan. I would simply start wetting the bed again, eventually I would get what I wanted. Out of sheer necessity I would get diapers again. So, I began. At first it was really hard. Have you ever tried peeing laying down, it is tough! But I persevered, I would leak a bit into my jammies and then bolt as loudly as I could to the loo. Hopefully waking my Mum in the process. It took two weeks of that until she noticed. “Ais? Can you come here for a moment, I need to ask you something?” I was watching T.V. this had better be good. I came around the corner and saw her holding a pair of my pyjamas. THIS WAS IT! The crucial moment, the fulcrum. It all came down to how I handled myself right now. I started walking over to her, she was holding my jammies in front of her. “Yes Mum?” “Sweetie-pie, I was just going through your clothes and I noticed that all your pj’s smell like pee. Is there something you want to tell me?” I started to fidget and I looked at my feet. This was more for me than her, I was nervous as heck. “Yes” I said this very quietly. “What is it baby” “Mummy…” I broke down into tears. And I buried my face into her stomach, and gave her a hug. This had the added effect of buying me time as well as catching her totally off-guard. I am not a huggy person. “Ohmygoodness, sweetie! What is it?” “Sniff. I have been having accidents Mum.” “What do you mean?” There was no scolding in her voice, just concern. She was buying it. “When I am sleeping. I keep having these weird scary dreams, I wake up and I really, really hafta go to the loo. I don’t always make it though. Sometimes it has already started before I am up.” “Oh?” She replied. “Anything else?” “No” Once again I said this really quietly. “Okay then sugar, if this keeps up though I am going to take you to a doctor, it is not normal for girls your age to start wetting the bed again.” Not normal? Give me a break, Mum. I just want to wear diapers. If it was not normal, do you think that there would be T.V. commercials for it? “Okay Mum. Can I go back to the T.V. now?” “Yes, you CAN go back.” Opps, it has always been one of her pet-peeves. The difference between “Can I” and “May I”. I rephrase. “May I go back to the T.V.?” “Yes you may honey. Thank you for being honest with me, I know that it is hard to talk about things like this. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” “Okay Mum, thanks!” I went back to the T.V. I thought to myself, “That did not go as planned, where are my diapers?” I guess that this is going to be the long-con. Time to get to work. I kept up the partial wettings sporadically at night, keeping myself awake and then peeing a little and going back to sleep. And another week passed of me not sleeping all the way though the night. I heard her voice again. “Ais? Can you come here for a moment?” Round two, I think to myself. “Mum I am doing my maths, can it wait until I am done?” “No, it can’t.” “Coming then!” I shout back. I go into the living room where she is once again holding my pj’s “Ais, these still smell like pee, are you still having accidents?” “Yes. But if I don’t go to sleep I don’t pee the bed, so it’s okay Mum, we don’t need to see a doctor.” “You mean to tell me that you have been not sleeping at night so you wouldn’t pee?” “Yes Mum. Sometimes I make it, but sometimes I don’t then I wake up wet.” “Honey! That’s not healthy for you! You should have told me you were still having issues.” “Sorry.” “It’s not your fault baby, stay right there I am going to phone the doctor, we are going to get this sorted out.” So, I waited, the doctor, bugger. How am I going to fool him? She returned a couple of minutes later, and sat down next to me. “Okay. I phoned the doctor to make an appointment. The soonest he can see you is in two weeks. In the meantime, so you can get some sleep, he recommended that you wear ‘protection’ to bed. Do you know what he means?” Of course, I did, I was not an idiot. The commercials on T.V. had said that they ‘protect’ you from any embarrassing leaks. She was talking about DIAPERS! I had to play dumb though. So, I shook my head “No”. “Well Ais, what he said to me is that it is not uncommon for people your age to wet the bed, so there are special products you can wear that are just like underwear that keep you from wetting the bed. Let’s go to the store okay?” “Okay Mum, but first can I finish my maths, I am almost done.” “Sure, thing kiddo.” I finished my homework, and we were off to the store. We walked down the holy of holies. The diaper aisle. I was in heaven. I always avoided this place when we shopped together, for fear of staring. Now we were here! Mum pushed the trolley and I followed behind her, staring at the shelves. “Mum?” “Yes dear?” “Why are we in the diaper aisle? I am going to be wearing diapers?” I tried the hide the excitement in my voice. By masking it with uncertainty. I think I succeeded. “No Ais, not diapers. Protection, for big kids. Not diapers.” She really stressed that they were not diapers, if not diapers what were we getting then? “Ahhh, here they are. I think you are a size “L”. Lets get one pack and see how it goes okay?” “Okay Mum.” We finished the rest of our shopping, and went to the checkout. The clerk who scanned us up gave no sign that the ‘protection’ was anything unusual. Maybe it was common. I would hate to be common! We got home and put away all of the groceries, except for one. My new ‘protection’. I was so excited to try them on, but I couldn’t let on to it. She had to tell me. The day progressed, we ate dinner, she did the washing-up. I helped. Bath time was next. Bedtime was approaching fast. Finally! The magic hour had arrived. “Ais, lets get you into this thing and off to bed okay, I bet you are really tired.” “Yeah, I am Mum.” “Okay, start by taking off your towel.” I did that, heart pounding through my chest, in excitement. I saw her open up the bag, and take out a pink object. “Can you come over to me hon? I need you to step into these for me.” I walked over to her, and raised my left leg and put it in the hole, then my right. She started pulling them up my legs. These weren’t diapers! They were pull-ups! I felt ridiculously cheated. I could not let my disappointment show. She finished pulling them into place. Satisfied with her work she got my pj bottoms out and had me step into them, covering this thing. This non-diaper imposter around my waist. “Okay, you are set for bed. Sleep well honey.” “I will Mum.” Little did she know I would not. A week went by with me wetting the ‘protection’ nightly. I was getting pretty good at this now. I could pee laying down and without having to concentrate so hard at it. I would also say a mantra in my head before falling asleep: “It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed…”. By the middle of the second week I was wetting through the ‘protection’. Mum said they were called Drynites. They were anything but for me. I was wetting through them and once again my pj’s smelled like pee. I told her I was leaking, and getting wet at night. She had no good answer and told me as much. Finally, the day came to see the Doctor. I loaded up into the car and we were off. We got to the offices and I had a seat in the waiting room, while Mum checked us in. it wasn’t long and we were shown into the exam room. The Doctor appeared, make the introductions, and got down to business. “So Aisling, what a pretty name, I hear you have been having accidents at night care to tell me about it?” So I did, I told him the fib I told my Mum. Mum confirmed my story and said although we were following his advice I was leaking through the Drynites and was still waking up in a wet bed. The Doctor looked puzzled, but not worried. He explained that: “With the onset of puberty some girls can develop ‘nocturnal enuresis’, commonly referred to as bedwetting. Generally, it sorts itself out in due course. I would like to run some tests though to exclude any infections and such, but I am not too concerned at this point. To that end, Aisling, if you would be a dear and urinate into this cup in the bathroom over there.” I did and when I re-entered the exam room things were just as they were before. “But” he continued “The fact that she is wetting though the Drynites is cause for concern. Not medical concern, just concern for her general wellbeing. I would suggest a more absorbent product, geared towards heavier wetting episodes.” My Mum looked worried and confused. “What do you mean Doctor?” “Ms. O’Byrne, I am simply referring to a more specialized product, not found in grocery stores, but rather at medical supply stores and the like. I can recommend a good one not too far from here.” My Mum looked aghast she knew what he meant. And I knew what they were talking about, and I was excited about it. I had to hold it in though. Must not look happy. “Are you sure Doctor? D-I-A-P-E-R-S? For a girl, her age?” “Ma’am, it is my considered opinion that your daughter Aisling would benefit from greater protection at night. This is the only way to ensure that that happens.” He then looked and spoke to me. “Aisling? Are you sleeping well at night?” I shook my head “No” That was true. But only because I was staying awake to wet. “Are you tired at school and at home?” “Yes.” I said that very quietly. Truth be known I was very tired. “That settles it then. Your daughter is not getting enough rest at night, this is a solution that will help with that. Kids need sleep. End of story in my books. If you want what is best for her health and wellbeing it should be the end of story in yours too.” My Mum, still didn’t look happy about it. Diapers for a 12-year-old? The Doctor sensing my Mums conflict asked me to step outside for a moment so he could have a private chat with her. I don’t know what they said, but when my Mum exited the room she thanked the Doctor and we were on our way. We got back to the car and headed out. But not home. I suspected where we were going, but I wasn’t sure. We arrived at a non-descript building, with lots of handicapped parking spaces. Mum got out of the car. I followed. We entered the store, and Mum made a bee-line for the service desk. The clerk looked up and asked: “What can I do for you today Ms.?” My Mum replied, “I was recommended your store by Dr. Danielson, I am looking for some…” She dug around in her handbag for the note. “Youth incontinence briefs, size small, poly backed.” She read that ad verbatim from the note. “Okay, that is no problem at all, do you know what brand you would like?” My Mum looked flabbergasted, there was more than one? I however was in heaven. There was more than one! “Um…whichever is the most absorbent.” “Sure thing, that would be these right here, they are a new item from BetterDry. Specially sized and designed for youth. May I presume that the youth in question is you young lady?” She asked while looking at me. I looked at the floor, continuing the charade. “Yes” “Well these are going to be perfect for you, now you can go about your day and not have to worry about leaks! May I recommend some PVC overcovers for added security? They really help keep in odours so others won’t know what you have done in your diaper. That’s a secret between you, your diaper, and your Mum. Aren’t you lucky to be getting these?” He finished that little speech of his with an exaggerated wink. I felt I had to play the part here. Therefore, I shouted: “They are ONLY for nighttime! I am fine during the day!” The clerk looked abashed. “Sorry there little miss. I just made an assumption.” My Mum was shocked. She paid for the diapers and we were off home again. When we got into the car, she broke down into a fit of laughter. I looked at her strangely. After she was done, she reached over and gave me a big hug, and said, “That was the cutest thing I thing I have ever seen! You were so mad! And rightly so. This is a private matter, what we need them for is none of her business. Even so though, so, so cute.” We drove home, got pizza, and soon enough it was time for bed. Mum approached me, bag in hand. “Sweetie, it is time to get ready. Can you help me?” “Sure Mum, what do you need?” “I need you to get undressed for me and lie down on this towel, okay?” “Okay, but why do I need to lay down, aren’t these step in and pull up like the other ones?” “No sweetie, they are a little more complicated than that. If you would like I can explain all the steps while I do them. Would you like that?” “Yes please.” If only she knew how much. “Then lay down over here please, and let me get started.” I did as she asked and lay down. Once again, my heart was pumping through my chest, finally diapers! “The first thing I am going to do is unfold the brief. Next I need you to raise your bum off the towel.” I did, and she slipped the first of many diapers under me. “You can lower again.” I dropped my bum and felt I the diaper. It felt wonderful, soft and warm. It felt right. “Next I am going to use this cream to protect your skin against wetness. It is going to feel weird , but I need to get it in the right places.” She creamed me, it smelled good, and felt good. “After that I am going to take this powder and sprinkle a little bit all over you. It helps keep wetness away from your skin. Like the cream.” I felt a cooling sensation, and I smelled a smell I immediately loved. A smell I still love. “Now it is time for me to do up the brief.” I felt the front get pulled tightly up against me and rest on my stomach. “Then the tapes. They have to be tight or else you will leak, and this whole thing will be a waste of effort. Tell me if it feels okay, okay?” “I will Mum.” I heard a gentle ripping noise, and felt the bottom left get tighter, then the bottom right. After that I felt the top left get pulled tight. Finally, the top right. “Everything done. I am surprised how easy that was, I thought I would have lost the knack of it, but it came right back. How does it feel?” I sat up and examined the white bundle between my legs. I shuffled, and squirmed. As I did the diaper made rather loud crinkling noises. I did not expect that. Nor did I expect the feeling of fullness between my legs. It felt nice. It felt safe. It was right. I told her as much. “It feels okay Mum. Kinda thick”. I got up and went for a test waddle/walk. “I feel like a duck.” I was not altogether unhappy about that. I loved this. She smiled at me. “It has to be thick Ais, or else where is all the pee going to go? The Drynites were for small accidents. This is for bigger ones. That is the only difference. Now off to bed with you.” “Yes Mum.” I crinkled and waddled my way to my bedroom. I closed the door, and lay down on my bed. I smiled the biggest smile, I think I have ever smiled. Finally! I got diapers. I said my mantra in my head: “It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed…”. I drifted off to sleep with those thoughts. I only woke up once briefly, and it was to pee. I did, and I went back to sleep. I got up in the morning, and a felt a ponderous weight around my waist. Then I remembered, I was wearing a diaper. I looked at it, it was yellowed and discoloured. I looked at my bed. Dry! Now to keep the diapers. I went down the hall into the kitchen, my Mum was already up. She was worshipping her coffee cup. She perked up when she saw me, and asked. “So, how was the night?” I felt I really had to sell the diapers at this point. So, I did. “It. Was. Great! I slept all the way through, no wetness. I think I am dry even!” I knew I was not, but I couldn’t let her know that. “Really? You’re dry? Let’s have a look.” She walked over to me and poked at the back of my diaper. “Ais, you are not dry. You are very wet. But the bed is dry?” “Yeah, I know.” “What do you mean you know?” So I explained, “When I woke up the diaper felt different, I figured I wet last night. But the bed is dry. And I slept. I love this, I am not tired, I don’t smell. In my books this is okay.” My Mum looked so sad. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad Ais? If you are this happy to having slept, how long has this been happening. Really?” I lied. “About three months now.” She was shocked. “How did you keep this hidden for so long?” So, I explained again. “I would wait until you had wash on, then I would sneak my jammies out of their hiding spot and put them in. You never noticed that you were doing the extra wash. And I made sure to keep switching out jammies so you wouldn’t get suspicious.” She was still shocked. “You are a very smart little girl. I think you deserve a special breakfast, how about waffles?” “Yes please!” While we ate, I wet again, not much, but enough to know that I liked it. The diaper, MY diaper absorbed it all, with Mum being non-the-wiser. I knew what I had to do next. The week progressed as usual, save for the fact that I was getting diapered nightly. But I suppose that was usual, so nothing exciting happened. The test came back negative for any infections. Which was a relief to Mum, it confirmed in her mind the Doctors hypothesis. This was only temporary. The weeks turned to months, turned years. I was now 15 years old, the single packages of diapers picked up on the fly became a standing order of cases. I went to school, I did well. I did not go to any sleepovers. I was now wetting the bed in earnest, and I could not have been happier. It was time for phase two. I opened the door to the house and bolted into the lav. Mum hearing the commotion came running. She knocked. “You okay in there?” I replied, in tears. “No” “Ais. What’s wrong!?” “Go Away!” “Ais!?” “Go Away!” “Aisling Maeve O’Byrne! If you don’t tell me what’s wrong I am coming in there, and you are going to have some serious explaining to do young lady!” “I pooed my knickers Mum!” I was hysterical, it was a well practiced cry. “Come again?” “I. Pooed. In. My. Knickers!!” “Oh…well then, how about opening the door and we take a look at the damage? Okay?” “Sure, just don’t laugh. All the kids on the bus laughed at me.” Actually, that part was true. I had to spread the seed of it. Teenagers love telling others, and teachers listen to those tales, and report them to back to parents. I opened the door and Mum saw the wetness down my legs and the smell coming off of me, the look of compassion she gave me almost made me want to tell her the truth. But only almost. “Oh, no. Baby. I am so sorry that you had to go through that. Come here.” She wrapped me up in a tight hug. I am not a huggy person, but even I wanted one after embarrassing myself intentionally to my peers. “Mum” My voice was muffled by her body. She released her hug, and held me at arms length. “Yes?” I looked at the ground. “This isn’t the first time.” That’s all I had to say. I watched her mind drop into high gear. Filling in the rest of the blanks. “Yeah…I have been wearing my Drynites to school. I started to wet myself a little bit during P.E. Then it got worse sneezing, laughing, coughing all made me leak. Until I couldn’t control it at all. I was wearing the Drynites so you wouldn’t have to worry about me. I have been buying them for a couple of months now” “Honey. I am your Mum. It is my job to worry about you. How long has this been happening?” “The leaking has been going on for about a year now. This is not the first time I have pooed either.” “What!?” “Yeah. It is just that this is the first time it has happened so badly. Normally it is just a little bit, I just lower the pull-up and grab it with some paper.” “I am taking you to the Doctor. Right now! No. Not right now. Let’s get you cleaned up first.” “Can you take my clothes. I need a shower.” “Sure thing Ais, whatever you need.” I stripped off my shirt and jeans. To reveal the very well used Drynite beneath. I blushed. It was an unconscious, if useful reaction. I handed Mum my clothes, and she handed me a bin bag. I figured it was for the soiled Drynite. I closed the door to the loo. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I asked myself. “Self, is this worth it?” I answered “Yes”. I pulled off the soiled pull-up and placed in the bin bag, and left that by the door. I hopped in the shower and proceeded to clean myself. Paying particular attention to the area I would forevermore refer to as my diaper area. Getting out of the shower I toweled myself dry. I grabbed the bin bag as I left the loo. I placed the bag on the floor by the door and headed upstairs to get dressed. Mum met me on my way up the stairs. “Feeling better then?” “Yes. Much. I am just on my way to get dressed and we can go. Does that sound good to you?” “Sounds fine pumpkin. One thing, seeing as you have been leaking during the day too. Don’t you think it wise that you took the precaution and wore one of your night diapers to the doctor. As a just in case measure?” My heart did a flip, and stopped beating for a moment. When it started again I answered. “Actually Mum, I was going to suggest the same thing. It will be so nice not having to worry about leaking for a change.” I am rather excited about this prospect. Day diapers! She looked at me with pity, and said: “I am glad we are on the same page Ais. I would have hated to make the suggestion only for you to fight me on it.” I smiled at her and thought, “If only you knew.” I went to my room and got my supplies together. I am still changing on the floor, at least I have a dedicated mat for it. If all things go to plan I will get a proper changing table sooner rather than not. I diapered myself and put on leggings and a skirt. Being in a proper diaper in the daytime. I finally felt whole, I finally felt like me. Normally I don’t really walk around in diapers, it is a quick tape up and into bed. But since I am wearing a diaper out I wanted to see how it felt. I waddle/walked in a circle in my room. Just like I thought, crinkling all the way. How lovely. I went down the stairs and met Mum. We got into the car and went to the Doctor. She explained that although we did not have an appointment, any time the Doctor could spare us was needed. We were told to wait. It was a long wait. I wet myself twice during the time. Nobody save me knew. Finally, we were told that he could see us. We went into the exam room. The Doctor entered. “So…” He looked at the chart “Aisling, I hear you have been having daytime control issues as well as continued nocturnal issues. Care to elaborate?” I told him everything I had practiced in my mind. Some were lies, others only half-truths. Regardless he was starting to look concerned. He said as much. “This is highly unusual. I am going to recommend a battery of tests. Also, I think you should see a Urologist and a Proctologist to rule out any structural abnormities. Furthermore, this is probably not the greatest thing for a teenager to be dealing with, therefore, I am prescribing that you see a Psychiatrist until a conclusion is reached regarding your specific concerns. Sound good?” He really didn’t give us much choice, I agreed. So, did Mum. He continued. “Until this is all sorted, what measures have you taken to mitigate the problem?” I answered: “Well Doc. I have been wearing my old Drynites to school, but they are no longer cutting it. I am barely able to tell when I am going anymore. Also they don’t really contain my messy accidents all that well. Why? Do you have a suggestion?” Mum’s head snapped in my direction. I didn’t tell her that lie, the lie about how often I was messing. I needed another party present before I could trot that one out. “As a matter of fact, I do. You wear adult briefs to bed correct?” “I do” “Excellent! Then it will be a simple matter to transfer your strictly nocturnal undergarment to fulltime wear.” I was ecstatic! Here was a doctor telling me to wear diapers during the day. Everything was falling into place. My Mum piped up at this point. “In fact, Doctor, she is wearing one right now.” “Is she indeed, do you mind if I take a look?” This question was asked to both me and my Mum. We both shook our heads: “No, I don’t mind”. “No time like the present then. May I?” “Sure thing” I hopped off the exam table, and started to lower my leggings. After that I started to raise my skirt, it was the moment of truth. The doctor saw that I was wet. Mum did too. She asked the question first. “Ais? Did you know you were wet?” The Doctor nodded confirming the question. His pen poised to take notes. I answered: “Uhhhh… what are you talking about. I haven’t peed yet.” They both shot me looks of pity. “Actually Miss O’Byrne, that brief has indeed been wet. More than once if I am any gauge.” My Mum nodded her confirmation, I could see her sadness. All I could say is “Oh.” I tentatively touched the front of my diaper, and feeling the squishiness I racked a sob. My Mum swooped in and gave me another hug, she said. “Shh…shhh…It’s gong to be okay dear…shhhh.” I stopped crying, but my eyes were still watering. The doctor saw all of this and took notes. He started to talk again. “Welllll… seeing as there is nothing I can do here. I have made my suggestions and recommendations. All I can say is that you act quick, this looks to be rather serious.” I nodded my ascent. I pulled my leggings up and put my skirt down. Concealing my diaper. We left the office rather quietly, save for my gentle crinkling. What could be said by anybody? On the drive home, I felt the need to pee. So, I peed. It felt good. It felt right. It felt normal. We got home, and I said to Mum. “I am going to bed, g’night Mum.” “Goodnight baby, sleep well.” I waddled up the stairs to my room. Closing the door, I laid down on the changing mat, and proceeded to ball. Not out of sadness, but out of regret. Regret for having to deceive my Mum. To deceive in order to achieve. After crying myself out, I changed my diaper. Got into bed and fell asleep. Of course, I wet myself. I was after all a bedwetter. I woke up in the morning to a wet diaper, nothing new there. The only new thing is that instead of knickers I got to put on another diaper. What a great feeling! I re-diapered myself and started to get dressed for the day. My trousers didn’t really fit all that well. It was pretty clear that there was something going on under them, that something being a diaper. I smiled to myself thinking of the shopping that I could do. I settled for a knee length skirt and leggings, again. What can I say? It is an outfit that works. I got into the kitchen and made a bowel of cereal for breakfast. Mum entered shortly after. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Eating Breakfast.” “Why?” “Because I have school. Duh. It is a Thrusday.” “Oh, I was going to call you in sick for the rest of the week. Give it some time to ease off. I know how kids can be.” “Don’t do that Mum. That just lets the rumour mill run un-checked. If I show up today I can come up with a reason. Like a UTI or something to explain it away.” “If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times. You are a very smart little girl. Sorry, young lay.” “Thanks, Mum!” I give her a kiss on the cheek and I grab two bags from the foot of the stairs. One is my books, the other contains my fresh diapers. I am going to have to get used to carrying a diaper bag I hope. I leave the house and start my waddle/walk to the bus stop. School as you can imagine, sucked. The kids were merciless. I got called to the heads office as soon as first period had begun. I had to explain the situation, to him. Yes, I am wearing diapers. No, I don’t know if it is going to be permanent (I hope that it is). Yes, I need a place to put my extras. So, I went on a merry excursion to the nurses office. I handed her the note that the head had written for me. She read it, and said: “You can put your things over there in the empty cubby. If you need any help I will be at my desk. Please don’t hesitate to ask if you need it, I am a trained professional.” I thanked her and I said that I would if I needed. After lunch, I went back to her office. Knocking on the door. I heard: “Come in.” So, I did. She did not look surprised to see me, actually she looked rather glad. I think she is really bored. “Need a change?” She asked. I nodded my affirmation. “Need any help?” I was torn, only my Mum had ever helped me and only at night. I took a leap. “Please, that would be great.” “Sure thing, lay down on the table I will take care of everything.” True to her word, she did. It was the fasted, most professional diaper change ever given. I was un-taped, wiped, creamed, powdered and re-taped before you could say “Boo”. She pulled up my leggings, I put down my skirt. Wow. That was fast. “Thank-you Ms….?” “Oh you can call me Abigail, or Gail. It was nice to meet you. Eh-Sling.” “Actually, it is pronounced: Aeeshling.” I am used to having to correct people regarding my name. “Sorry, dear. I will try to remember, I am horrid with names.” “That’s okay. I am too!” We both smile, and exchange knowing looks. The looks that say, I know your name now, but come tomorrow, you will be a familiar blank. School ends and I get home. I am very wet, having opted out of a change I figured I could wait until I got home. I was right, I didn’t leak. I open the door, head upstairs to take care of pressing business. There is a new item of furniture in my room. I new what it was; from the online searching I had done: It was an adult diaper pail, I played dumb. “Mum!” “Yes?” “What is this?” “What is what?” “This can thing in my room!” “That’s your new diaper pail. If you are going to be wearing diapers for a while, I thought it would be a good idea, cuts down on odour.” I am so excited! I have an adult diaper pail! Must not sound too pleased. I answer in a monotone: “Oh, alright then. I guess that makes sense.” Days turn into weeks. I have just seen the shrink for the first time. Straight off I asked him: “Is everything I say confidential between you and me? Or do you have to tell my Mum?” He replies: “Whatever you choose to tell me stays in this room, provided that it is not against the law, nor does harm to yourself or others.” Having heard that. I spill. I tell him everything. How I have always wanted diapers, how I got my first diapers, how I kept them. How I got them in the daytime. How I am going to keep them in the daytime. Exhausted, I finish my tale. “That is some story Ais, from what you have just told me it looks to me like your mental wellbeing has been fixated upon diapers for so long they are an emotional need for you. You need diapers. Maybe not physically, but mentally to help you cope. We will keep talking. This has been a very, very informative first session.” “Thank-you Doctor.” “If it makes you feel any more comfortable please call me Ben” “Thank-you Ben.” “You are welcome Ais.” I leave his office ten thousand pounds lighter. As expected the Urologist and Proctologist found no physical reason to explain my developing incontinence. I was therefore referred to a Neurologist, just to rule out anything really nasty, MS for instance. That was a waste of NHS funds, nothing there. My sessions with Ben have been going very well. Also on the plus side I have continued to wear and use diapers for the last several months. I now know that this is the life for me. Weeks turn into months, and months turn into years. I have been meeting with Ben every week for the past 5 years. Diapered full-time the whole time. My Mum has since adjusted, her daughter needs diapers. I finally have an adult sized change table in my room. This is my last session with Ben, never once has he recriminated me for the diapers. Leaks on his furniture, bad smells in his air. It doesn’t seem to faze him. I love him for that. After the first several months he made the official recommendation that I remain diapered at all times, it was clear it was what made me happy. My Mum noticed a change in me, my friends at school noticed a change in me. I finally felt like who I was meant to be. But it was time to move on to greener pastures. I was moving out, moving up. Actually West. A long ways West. Canada West. There was an opining for a nurse in a public (In the colonies they say private) school. Having finished by degrees early, I was now a fully qualified nurse practitioner (not needing a bathroom has some advantages), I accepted the position. My Mum was sad to see me go, ever the traditionalist, she held a living wake for me. It was eerie, all the sadness, and the black. I am a single flight away woman! So, I went. I took the job started to set down roots. And that is where you met me. “Hi! My name is Aisling, my friends call me Ais. I am 27 years old. This is my first support group meeting. Like you all I am incontinent…” The meeting ended, and we all broke down our chairs and stacked them up. It was a real treat to see this many adults in one room wearing diapers. The girl who was sitting next to me walks up and says. “Hi, I am Emily. I just want to say, thanks for being brave enough to come out and meet up. It is not many people our age who are comfortable enough with themselves to sit with a group of strangers and say ‘My name is (blank) and I wear diapers’. Kudos to you for your courage.” I smile at her, and reply. “Well, it has been an interesting couple of weeks for me let me tell you, new flat, new city, new country, and most important of all new places to source diapers. I have been having a hard time finding a store with any kind of selection. Do you have any tips?” “What do you mean?” “Well Tena pads and underwear are fine for some, but I need- how do I put this delicately- more substantial protection.” I give her my best knowing look. “Oh…Ohhhh…Ohhhhh! I see what you mean. Most of us just have minor leakage issues, but if I am picking up what you are putting down, you have no control at all.” “That’s it exactly!” “Well I know of one store that might help you. It is not too far of a drive, only a couple of hundred klicks away, just in Waterloo.” She said that like it was nothing. A couple of hundred Kms? That was a long way to an Irish Lass. I said as much. “That is a really long way away!” “No, that’s nothing. I grew up in British Columbia and I drive back every summer. That is a long way 3000 Kms.” I looked at her aghast. 3000 Kms? Holy Moley. So, I trotted out an old Irish saying. “To the Canadians, a hundred years is a long, long time. To the Irish, a hundred kilometres is a long, long way”. I looked at her and smiled sweetly. “See it is all a matter of perspective.” “Smart-ass.” “Diapered ass, actually.” We both laugh at that. I feel myself wet. I am nearing capacity. I must have had a look of distraction on my face because Emily said to me. “Looking for a place to change?” I couldn’t lie, I was done with that. “Yes”. “Come on, my place isn’t far. I take it you have your diaper bag?” “Yes, always” in this new country it was my only friend. Besides Fetlife, and Facebook. “Good, my needs aren’t quiet as severe as yours, I make do with pull-ups. I don’t think that they would cut it for you as a loan” “Really? I couldn’t stand them when I was using those. Always leaking, not substantial enough for my tastes”. “Oh?” “Yeah, but I was out of pull-ups at 15 so my views may be a little foggy with time. I am sure they make them better now.” We walked in as much silence as two diapered women can. Arriving at her flat she let me in. It was immediate, I felt my diaper begin to leak. “Shit, and Bugger, and DamnitalltoHell!” “What’s wrong Aisling?” “I am leaking” “Oh, don’t worry about that, come on, I’ll show you my sanctum sanctorum.” I followed her, walking as gingerly as I could. I felt the wetness trickle down my leg. She opened a door, and revealed a loo. Or at least it looked like one. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that it lacked one key feature common to most loos. There was no toilet. I guess this was her bathroom. She motioned to the change table and closed the door behind her. I undid my now wet trousers and tossed them aside to get stuffed into the wet bag later. My diaper was toast. I mean saturated. Having worn them for so long I hardly notice wettings. I am aware that I am peeing only when I let out an involuntary dribble into a fresh diaper, or when I feel my diaper warm. But I leak constantly, so my diaper is always damp and warm, and therefore I seldom notice. Thanks, be to God I was not messy, I barely notice those either, only when I sit in it or feel it squish do I know for certain. I wear diaper covers to help partially mask the odours associated with that aspect of my incontinence. That overly enthusiastic clerk all those years ago, was right. They helped keep what I did in my diapers a secret between me and them, for the most part. I would have hated to stink up her place on my first time here. I begun wiping up the urine soaked lotion and powder that coated my diaper area. I move next to my bum, making sure it is clean. After being in diapers for the last 12 years I am accustomed to diaper rashes. They come with the territory. But I do everything I can to avoid them. I finish cleaning myself and begin to prepare my new diaper, still sitting on my old one. I can no longer not be in or at least on a diaper. I have learned from experience to keep tape in my diaper bag to give the tapes an ‘assist” (use a hockey term, why not I am in Canada now Eh.). I unfold my fresh diaper and place it under me, only then moving off the used one. I am never not protected. Like I said, I leak constantly. I grab the Vaseline and begin to spread it all over the required areas. I next take the powder and puff it where it needs to go. Taking a wipe, I clean my hands. I tape myself in to my new, clean, dry private toilet for the next couple of hours. I dig out my spare trousers, pull them up and I am good to go! The crotch of my pants bulges a bit. Not too noticeable unless you were staring at it. I don’t really care if my crotch bulges a bit or you do stare. I am wearing a diaper, I need them. What is your hang-up, why you perving out on me? I leave her bathroom, and I see her relaxing on the couch. I sit down next to her. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all. I welcome it” “Thanks” “Pleasure” We sit in silence for some time, not an awkward silence, but the kind where there is nothing that needs to be said. She breaks it. “So…you said substantial protection, how substantial? I mean, are you aware?” I am a little taken aback by the directness of her query, but I was warned that people in North American are just that direct. I do her the courtesy of a direct answer. “Do you want the short or the long answer?” “Let’s start short, and maybe go long.” “Short Answer: Very substantial, I am completely unaware or either function.” To illustrate my point I stand up and un-button my trousers to show her my diaper, it is already a little wet I can see. I pull them back up. She notices the bulge. “Oh. My. God! You can totally tell, you are wearing a diaper! Aren’t you a little embarrassed that someone will say something? “Not really, I mean if they do, they are perving out on me by staring at my kitty. It just so happens that it is covered by a diaper. They are gross for doing it, if I notice them staring I will say so.” “Okay, well you are brave. Most people are embarrassed by their need for diapers, me included, and I only wear pullups during the day! You just changed, right? It looked to me like your diaper was already damp, am I wrong?” I give it an experimental poke. Affirmative, wet and getting wetter as per the norm. Unconsciously I check the rear for mess. None yet. “Did you just check yourself for wetness?” “Yes, and in case you were wondering, no surprise poops either.” “Wow, you really weren’t kidding about the needing substantial protection.” “No. No I was not.” “Let me get you a glass of something. Whiskey, was it? I want to hear the long version now.” As I sit thinking about how I am going to tell it, she returns with my tumbler. I decide to go for it, tell her the truth. “Okay, but promise not to judge.” “I’ll do my best.” “I first really remember wanting to wear diapers again at age 9. I mean let’s face it, who among us really remember their formative years. You might get the occasional glimpse of a memory from your younger years, but for all intents and purposes you are remembering the stories people have told you about you. You don’t really remember your young childhood. I remember it was rainy, I was watching the T.V. I don’t recall what. What I do recall is that a commercial came on for adult incontinence pants. I was transfixed. They made diapers for grown-ups!? Where, when how can I get my hands on these. Like I said, I was hooked. It was all I thought about. I mean I was still functioning, I went to school, did my class-work, played with my friends, went to church, etc. ad nauseum. It was always there though, in the back of my mind. I dreamt about it, thought about. I almost asked about it once, but my Mum was busy and I lost my nerve….” We Irish, born storytellers
  12. Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.
  13. From the album My stents

    My stent on march 16th 2017.
  14. Hi, everyone. I just wanted to share a short story from my recent collection of ABDL short stories: The ABDL Trilogy. This is just one of three stories available as a Kindle Ebook. If you enjoy this one, follow the link below to read more. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6XZ3TH WEEKEND WITHOUT A BATHROOM Jake laid sprawled out on the leather couch in a t-shirt and cargo shorts, staring at his smart phone. As his thumbs ran across the screen, the animation on the game that he was playing was just about the only thing distracting him from his current predicament. To say he was angry and disgruntled would have been an understatement. As he shifted to a more comfortable position, he heard a subtle crinkling under his shorts. He frowned as he felt the thick padding between his legs forcing them apart. At least he was still dry. The only thing Jake hated worse than wearing a diaper was wearing a used diaper. The fact that his diaper was still dry only seemed to affirm his conviction that being forced to wear diapers that weekend was a radical, absurd, and ultimately unfair decision that he was being forced to endure. The moody 19 year old boy on the couch knew full well that the disposable adult diaper he was wearing wasn’t the real reason he was angry. Though it was certainly an ever-present reminder of the people in his life who led him to this point: namely his mother. The woman had left Jake and his 18 year old sister to stay at a family friend’s vacation home for the weekend, as if he and his sister weren’t adults who could look after themselves! Why couldn’t his mom just skip her damn out-of-state conference if she was that worried about them? Their mother always treated the two of them like little children no matter how old they were. The only silver lining was that Jake wouldn’t have to put up with his mother over the weekend. (Though dealing with their family friend Heather was sure to be just as bad.) Hearing the sound of his sister Nicki giggling in the adjacent kitchen was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Heather and Nicki always seemed to get along so well. Jake had been foolishly optimistic to think that Nicki would take his side in arguing that they were old enough to spend one weekend at home by themselves. Sure, their mom worried that Nicki might invite her friends over and throw a crazy party. But it was Jake’s medical condition that was the real deciding factor in their mother’s decision to leave them both at Heather’s house over the weekend. Heather’s four-bedroom vacation home was certainly nice, even luxurious but it was the principle that mattered to him. While Jake would certainly admit that he had a minor medical problem, his mom had always blown it out of proportion. When his diaper had leaked on a family shopping trip a few months ago, his mom became determined to diaper Jake herself since he clearly couldn’t do it properly. It was completely unfair. He was an adult in every sense of the word so why should he have to endure his mother diapering him like a baby? Jake had always used the word “incontinence” to describe his condition, which was the appropriate medical terminology. In contrast, his mom had always used the cringe worthy term “ potty accidents” as if she was talking about a toddler who was still potty training. It was obvious that his mom thought that Jake needed far more care and supervision than he actually did. That attitude of hers naturally led others to think that he needed such care. Heather certainly thought so. It was only Saturday morning now and Jake was determined to stay right there on the couch with his eyes focused on his phone. If Nicki continued chatting with Heather in the other room, he might be able to avoid both of them for most of the time he was there. Sadly, his time alone on the couch didn’t last. Only a few minutes later, Heather and Nicki walked into the living room. “Hey Jake, how are you?” Heather asked in a friendly tone of voice. Jake responded with a pout and a shrug, still staring at his phone. “Well, I think you two kids have been cooped up inside long enough. It’s a gorgeous day outside and I still haven’t finished showing you guys around the property. Your sister thought it would be fun if we all went for a walk.” Heather said. “I think I’ll just stay here.” Jake mumbled. “Ah, come on. It won’t take long. A little exercise won’t kill you.” “I’m fine really.” Jake said, finally looking up at Heather. The blonde woman put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows as she stood over Jake. “Jake we’re not leaving you here by yourself. What if you had an accident and needed me to change you? Your mom would kill me if I let you get a rash.” “Well um, I would come and find you guys if that happened.” Jake said. “Yeah, right. Jake, you never tell mom when you wet your diaper.” Nicki said, chiming in. Jake said nothing. It was indeed true that there were many times when Jake was just too shy to go to his mother and confess that he had a wet diaper. Much to his chagrin, this led to her ‘diaper checks’ becoming increasingly more common. “I don’t know why everything has to be such a struggle with you, Jake. Can’t you just put your shoes on and come for a quick walk with us?” Heather said. “Come on, Jake. Stop being such a brat.” Nicki said. “Okay, okay! Fine.” Jake groaned, getting up off the couch. “Wait one sec.” Heather said, gently grabbing his arm. Jake groaned, knowing full well what was coming as Heather began unbuttoning his cargo shorts. He frowned as she slipped two fingers into the leg band of his diaper. The fact that she was a few inches taller than him made it easy enough for her to look over his shoulder, pulling back the waistband of his diaper and peeking inside. Nicki stood on the other end of the room watching with a smirk on her face. Jake had never gotten along with his sister and there were times when he was convinced she relished a chance to see her older brother embarrassed like this. “Okay, you’re good.” Heather said. “You know, you could have just asked me.” Jake said with an eyeroll. “I guess I could have… if I could trust you to be honest with me about your diaper.” Heather said. “You might want to bring this just in case.” Nicki said, handing a light blue bag to Heather. “Thanks.” she said, slipping the long strap over her shoulder. Jake despised that awful bag. His mom called it his ‘travel bag’ while Nicki had always called it his ‘diaper bag’ and as much as he hated that term for it, it was certainly appropriate enough. The bag contained several of his disposable diapers, baby wipes, powder, and rash cream. While Jake could understand the practical need for a bag to hold all his supplies, he was furious that his mom had purchased an infant’s diaper bag rather than a discreet backpack or gym bag. Sure, it was unlikely that anyone in a public place would see the bag around his mother’s shoulder and deduce that the teenager beside her was still in diapers. But the bag drew unnecessary attention to Jake’s medical condition. That damn bag seemed to accompany him and his mom on just about any outing outside their house… though it hardly seemed necessary for such a short walk. More and more, Jake was beginning to feel like a helpless infant rather than a 19 year old. Pulling up his cargo shorts, zipping them, and buttoning them up; Jake slipped his shoes on. Within a few seconds, the three of them walked out the front door. Jake squinted in the bright spring sunshine. It was warm out that day but not particularly hot or humid. He was grateful for that. There were many times during the summer when Jake felt uncomfortably hot in his thick disposable diapers. Luckily, when Heather had changed his wet diaper that morning, she had used lots of talcum powder. While Jake hated the babyish smell, it would certainly keep him from getting hot and sweaty. An enormous grassy field stretched out in front of them and a forest of pine trees lay just beyond it. Apparently, Heather had hired help that came to mow her giant lawn once a week during the warmer months. The property around her house was very well manicured, much like Heather herself. Her long blonde hair swaying in the gentle breeze, Heather donned a white tank top and an open plaid shirt over it. Paying little attention to the conversation between Heather and his sister, Jake’s eyes wandered down Heather’s waist. The pair of tight jeans she was wearing showed off her round toned butt. A brown leather belt with a large buckle and a pair of cowboy boots completed the outfit. Jake and Nicki had known Heather practically their entire life. At this point, she must have been a few years over 30 but still looked good for her age. If it weren’t for the fact that Jake hated Heather, he might have almost thought she was hot. She’d purchased her lavish vacation home in a fairly rural neighborhood, her nearest neighbors living over 6 miles away. That suited Jake just fine. At least there would be little risk of him being embarrassed in public or running into anyone they knew over the weekend. In truth, Heather had always been fairly nice to both Nicki and himself. Jake had always been more or less indifferent to her… until this weekend. Heather told their mother that she was happy to have them staying with her but on one condition. Apparently, his mom explained to him that Heather insisted he wear his disposable diapers all weekend without any exceptions while he was staying at her house. Not only that but the toilet would be totally off limits! The woman was crazy, though Jake knew that his mom’s exaggeration of his medical problem had only fed into Heather’s ridiculous terms for them staying with her. It was true that disposable diapers were commonplace in Jake’s house. At night, he always wore disposable diapers as a rule but his mom also insisted on them for longer outings. From shopping trips to restaurants to long car rides, diapers were often a precaution his mother insisted on. At home though, Jake was usually allowed to wear a thin, disposable pull-on style garment and even regular underwear sometimes. Sure, he had occasional accidents but those were usually rare when the bathroom was never more than 10 feet away! So it made absolutely no sense for him to wear diapers at Heather’s house. How could this insane woman expect him to just use his diapers for the entire weekend? Worse yet, how could he be expected to just allow Heather to change his diapers like a baby while he was at her house? The whole thing was like some kind of bad dream. Jake’s argument with his mother earlier in the week was still fresh in his mind. She had calmly explained the situation to him, as if it was somehow nothing out of the ordinary. “Jacob honey, Heather just bought this house and all of her furniture is brand new. This is her home and you need to respect her rules. Here at our house, I’m very lenient with you but its not like I’ve never had to clean up after one of your accidents. Do you remember how long I spent scrubbing the carpet in October after you wet your pants in the living room? And lets not forget your number two accident when we were all out Christmas shopping.” The conversation with his mom turned out to be so mortifying that Jake had to leave the room. It wasn’t as if he was going to persuade his mom to see things his way. Yes, it was true that Jake had accidentally pooped in his diaper once or twice in the last few months when a bathroom wasn’t close enough but it wasn’t a regular occurrence by any means. That was totally different than asking him to use his diaper on purpose when there were three perfectly good bathrooms in Heather’s house! It seemed Heather was stubbornly determined to keep her furniture and her bathroom clean and spotless, even if it came at the expense of Jake’s dignity. Anyway, he just had to get through one weekend. Surely he could do that. While Jake certainly had no desire to be around Heather and Nicki, it wasn’t the only reason he had resisted their invitation to go on a walk. Ever since he had woken up that morning, there was an uneasy, heavy feeling in his stomach that he had been trying to ignore. Jake knew it was unlikely that he could get through the entire weekend without tending to this need but he had to try. He found that if he didn’t walk too fast, the cramps weren’t all that bad. Deliberately lagging behind the two women, he almost seemed to waddle but then again, Jake always walked awkwardly when he was wearing a diaper. At one point, Heather accidentally dropped her house keys in the grass before bending down to pick them up. As she did so, the frills of some black lace rode up above the waistband of her jeans as Jake stared intently. He was surprised to see this older woman wearing such sexy underwear beneath her casual outfit. A few seconds later though, she stood up. As she pulled her jeans up a few inches, Jake’s glimpse of her panties came to an end. The sight had left Jake feeling acutely aware of the soft padding between his legs as he began to get hard in his diaper. She was undeniably hot. Staring at Heather’s ass, he resented the woman more than ever. Using the bathroom was no doubt effortless for Heather but it was a privilege that she refused to extend to him for the entirety of the weekend. She had effectively imprisoned him in his diaper. The simple act of walking around with a bulky diaper under his shorts made Jake feel less assertive, less confident, and less grown up. It changed his very personality. For all intents and purposes, he was a toddler for the weekend. Despite the fact that his mind was wandering, one particular part of his sister’s conversation with Heather caught his attention in that moment. “Seriously, my mom treats me like I’m still a little kid. Its so unfair.” It seemed shocking to think that his younger sister couldn’t see the irony in her statement. “At least she doesn’t make you wear diapers all the time.” Jake sneered. “That is totally not the same thing, Jake. Mom doesn’t make you wear diapers because she’s mean. She makes you wear diapers because you need them.” Nicki said with an eye roll. “But I can use the bathroom. I do it all the time at home!” Jake whined. “Yeah and you have accidents all the time at home too.” “Do not! I hardly ever have accidents at home.” “Whatever.” Nicki said. The fact that Heather was there made Jake especially eager to defend himself. Nicki’s snide comments and her exaggeration of his medical condition were probably just serving to reinforce Heather’s decision for him to be in diapers all weekend. Feeling a dribble of warm pee getting absorbed into the padding of his diaper though, Jake fell silent. While Jake didn’t often have full-blown wetting accidents, it was true that he sometimes dribbled pee. Even so, an occasional few drops of pee didn’t justify putting him in the thickest, most absorbent disposable diaper on the market! If Heather were to check his diaper at that moment, she wouldn’t even be able to tell that he had just peed. “Come on, be nice you two.” Heather said, trying to quell the argument between the two siblings. “Now Jake, you know full well that your mom makes you wear protection because you struggle with incontinence. Its nothing to be ashamed of.” “Yeah but I can use the bathroom. Its not like I need to wear diapers 24/7.” Jake said. “I know you can, sweetie but the fact is that you still have accidents a lot. I figured that you would have at least one or two accidents while you were here this weekend anyway so I told your mom that I wanted you wearing your protection just in case.” “Well, why can’t I at least use the bathroom though? Why do I have to use my diap… I mean uh, protection?” “Jake, your mom already had this conversation with you. I know you think this is unfair but I work from home so I’m going to be taking a lot of calls this weekend and I can’t just drop what I’m doing to help you take off your diaper and rush you to the bathroom at a moment’s notice. It’s just easier for everyone if you use your diaper. Its not like you’ve never used your diapers before.” Heather said. With a groan and a sigh, Jake abandoned his argument. He hated any discussion that involved his diapers but all too often he found himself getting drawn into such discussions when he tried to defend himself. Much like his mother, there was no hope of persuading Heather. A few seconds later, a sudden cramp forced Jake to hunch over slightly. Clenching his butt cheeks through the padding of his diaper, he was content to remain silent and allow Heather and his sister to continue chatting. Jake figured it would probably be better if he focused all his energy on holding in his impending bowel movement. “Anyway, we were talking about me, remember?” Nicki said. “Okay, okay, calm down. What were going to say, Nicki?” Heather said. “I mean, I’m 18 years old. I’m going to be graduating high school in a few months and I still have an 11:30 curfew on the weekends.” “I’m sure your mother just wants you to stay out of trouble.” “Its not just that. I had this huge argument with her the other day about how she doesn’t want me wearing thongs. Like seriously, how is my underwear any of her business?” Jake shook his head but said nothing. For quite some time, their mother hadn’t allowed Nicki to wear thongs. Nicki complained constantly about the cotton panties that their mother purchased for her, derisively referring to them as “granny panties”. When their mother discovered two thongs and a skimpy black G-string in the laundry a few weeks ago, she wasn’t too happy. Usually Jake could care less about whatever kind of petty dispute Nicki happened to be having with their mom at any given moment. That particular dispute though just made him think about his own ‘underwear’. It was depressing to think that his younger sister was arguing about what style of underwear she was allowed to wear while Jake was fighting with his mom about wearing diapers. He couldn’t figure out why his sister would want a thin strip of fabric up her butt… though it was disheartening to think how easy it was for her to keep her own butt clean enough to have such an option. “Nicki, you know you really don’t need a thong unless you’re wearing leggings.” Heather said. Jake suddenly became more interested their conversation. Listening to Heather talk about her underwear was a tantalizing prospect. It was a little disappointing to think that Heather didn’t often wear sexy thongs or G-strings but then again, his glimpse of her panties from earlier showed she still had some very sexy undergarments. How could someone so uptight and so tyrannical be so sexy? “So let me get this straight Nicki, you’re mad that mom doesn’t want you to dress like a slut?” Jake said. “Jacob Andrew Rollins!” Heather said sternly. “You apologize to your sister. That was not a very nice thing to say.” “Sorry.” Jake said, rather insincerely. “Could you give us some privacy, Jake? I think this conversation is way too adult for you.” Nicki said with a smirk. “Hey, I’m older than you!” “Yeah, by like a year. Anyway, since you don’t wear big boy underwear, I don’t think you’ll have much to contribute to this discussion.” “Jake, this is girl talk. Just give us a minute or two of privacy?” Heather said, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Fine.” Jake said. Jake was more than happy to wander away from the two women. He didn’t have any desire to come on the walk with them in the first place. “Stay where I can see you.” Heather said. Her tone of voice made it sound as though she was talking to a small child rather than a 19 year old adolescent. Another cramp caused Jake to cringe and it was beginning to seem all but certain that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He wiped some sweat from his forehead. It wasn’t the 75 degree Fahrenheit temperature that was causing him to sweat though. It was the stress of trying to control his body’s urge to relieve himself. In some small way, Jake was proud of himself. While staying completely dry all day was a task he often struggled with, he usually had no trouble holding his poop. (Yet another reason why it was ridiculous for Heather to forbid him to use the bathroom at her house.) If they had been in Heather’s house though, Jake would have at least been able to go to another room to poop in his diaper. The thought of engaging in such a humiliating and infantile act right in front of Heather and his sister was just too much to bear. Even so, Jake knew that he was soon going to lose the battle he was fighting with his own body. As they approached the small forest at the end of the field, Jake’s pace slowed. A slower pace meant that it would be easier for him to hold on. Heather and Nicki seemed to be chatting away about 15 feet in front of him, oblivious to Jake’s silent struggle. He focused on a large oak tree in the field that the three of them were walking towards. Jake figured he could hide behind the large trunk of the tree and have at least some privacy. While he was resigned to using his diaper, he quickly reminded himself that it would be a deliberate act. It wasn’t an ‘accident’ by any means. He was in total control. He didn’t need diapers. Just then, a longer spurt of warm pee shot into his diaper, undermining his confidence. Stopping by the oak, he watched as Heather and Nicki continued walking along the tree line at a leisurely pace, still engaged in their conversation. Leaning up against the tree trunk, he clenched his cheeks again as the heavy feeling in his stomach intensified. Taking one last glance at Heather and Nicki, he now felt confident that they were far enough away where they wouldn’t be able to tell what he was doing. He might as well get comfortable. Stepping behind the tree, Jake was comforted by the fact that it was cooler in the shade. Resigned to his fate, Jake got onto his knees. He was reasonably comfortable kneeling in the cool, shortly trimmed grass even though his mind was filled with anxiety about what he was about to do. Heather changing his wet diaper that morning had been embarrassing enough but the idea of her changing his dirty diaper was downright mortifying. Being in a clean, dry diaper granted him some self-confidence. On a weekend as embarrassing as this, he needed all the self-confidence he could get! Now he was about to give all that up by making a disgusting and revolting mess in the infantile, disposable garment he was being forced to wear. For a moment, Jake began to question his decision to use his diaper right then and there. The feeling in his belly wasn’t nearly as intense now that he wasn’t standing upright. He wondered how much longer he’d be able to hold on if he continued to fight the cramps in his stomach. Then again, if he was going to be trapped in diapers for the rest of the weekend, maybe he might as well get comfortable? Holding everything in all morning had probably contributed to his bad mood. At least once he was done pooping; he would be a lot more comfortable physically. (Though there would be some momentary mental and emotional discomfort.) Letting go was clearly the best thing for him at that moment. A bird chirped in the distance and he could still hear the faint sound of Heather and his sister talking off in the distance. Despite his newfound commitment to relieving himself, Jake found himself fighting a mental block. He had never deliberately pooped in his diaper before and it was strange to contemplate such a bodily function and not be seated firmly on the toilet. While he’d wet his diaper plenty of times, messing his diaper was comparatively rare. He thought that the feeling in his stomach was urgent enough that the slightest push would have the desired effect but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Still, he was worried that his privacy under that tree might be short lived. He had wasted enough time already and he needed to commit. Jake whimpered as the cramps grew stronger. Closing his eyes and bearing down, Jake knew it was now or never. With a loud grunt and a strong push, Jake heard a wet crackling sound as a hot mess of excrement ran into the seat of his diaper. Staring down at the green grass in front of him, Jake immersed himself in the task at hand. With another grunt, he forced more poop out, feeling the mass spreading out to find room in the confines of his disposable diaper. He had done it. Taking a deep breath, Jake remained on his hands and knees, not quite finished. Even so, his stomach now felt a thousand times better. Despite his embarrassment, the feeling of physical relief combined with the privacy offered by the large tree made Jake feel at ease. In all honesty, using his diaper didn’t feel so bad. The feeling in the seat of his diaper was strange certainly but not altogether uncomfortable. In fact, the warm mess was now causing him to get a little hard in his diaper, his unimpressive erection pressing up against the damp padding that confined it. He grabbed the crotch of his diaper, whimpering in frustration at the fact that his penis was confined in all that padding. Taking a deep breath, Jake then pushed the last of his poop into his messy diaper before feeling a stream of warm pee. He was finished. Once again, he placed his hand on his crotch in a vain attempt to grasp his boner through the thick sodden padding of his diaper. Just then, he got the eerie feeling that someone was watching him. Turning around, he saw his younger sister standing over him, shaking her head, arms crossed, with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Am I interrupting anything?” she said in a taunting tone of voice. Jake didn’t know what to say in that moment. The position he was in must have made it obvious what he was doing. “Having fun?” Nicki asked. “Huh?” “Heather sent me over here to check your diaper but I don’t think I really have to. You know, you look just like our two year old cousin Nathan when he’s going poo poo.” Still on his knees, Nicki seemed to tower over him and he felt more helpless than ever. “H-h-h-how long have you been standing there?” Jake asked hesitantly. “Well… I didn’t want to interrupt. You looked like you were concentrating pretty hard.” Nicki said with a giggle. Jake frowned. “Come on now. Let’s go show Heather what you did in your diaper.” Nicki said. Grabbing her older brother by the arm, Nicki helped him onto his feet. As they walked, it was as if Nicki was pulling him along like a small child who couldn’t be trusted to go where he was told. Jake didn’t resist. His diaper was now sagging due to the large load inside and Jake’s awkward waddle had become even more pronounced. “Heather! Jake made a mess in his diaper!” Nicki shouted. “Oh yeah? Did you check him?” Heather asked as the two siblings approached her. “I didn’t exactly need to check him.” Nicki said. Heather looked him in the eyes and wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I guess that smell isn’t exactly subtle.” Heather said with a chuckle. “Still… sometimes its good to see what the damage is and take a look at what kind of chore we’ve got in front of us.” Jake just stared at the ground as Heather unbuttoned his cargo shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. “I can already tell you’re wet.” she remarked. Then she stepped behind him, lifting his t-shirt and pulling back the crinkling waistband of his diaper to peek inside. “Yep, I’d say you left quite a present for me in there.” she said, releasing the waistband and allowing it to snap back into place. “Told ya.” Nicki said, still smirking at her brother’s predicament. “I guess we should start heading back to the house.” Heather said. “I thought you were going to show us your barn at the other end of the field.” Nicki said. “Nicki, your brother needs a diaper change pretty badly.” Heather said. “Well, why don’t you just do it here? Isn’t that why you brought his diaper bag with us?” “Well, that was just in case he had a wet diaper. I honestly wasn’t expecting any poopy diapers.” Jake was quickly getting annoyed by them talking about him as if he wasn’t standing right there in front of them. It was all he could do to pull his cargo shorts back up to cover his sagging diaper. “Your mom told me you have a weak stomach and that you absolutely refuse to change your brother’s diapers.” Heather said, raising her eyebrows. “Hey, as long as you’re the one changing him and not me, I don’t care!” “Okay, as long as it doesn’t bother you.” Heather said. “Can’t we just go back to the house?” Jake interjected. Even though no one else was around, the idea of getting his diaper changed in the middle of Heather’s backyard was deeply embarrassing. Paying little attention to Jake’s comment, Heather unzipped the light blue bag around her shoulder. “Looks like your mom even put a rolled up towel in here to use as a makeshift changing mat.” Heather announced. “Do we have to do this here?” Jake asked anxiously. “Aw, no one’s going to see us, sweetie. Maybe your sister but I’m pretty sure she’s not going to be that interested in staring at your dirty butt.” “Not interested at all actually.” Nicki said. “Come on, lose the shorts.” Heather said, unbuttoning his cargo shorts once more. Stepping out of his shorts, he watched as Heather folded them and set them aside. Jake had never been outside in just his diaper and t-shirt before. The breeze on his bare legs felt surreal, though he wasn’t cold by any means. Now his sister and the tall, attractive older woman at her side had a clear view of his shiny, sagging, disposable diaper. Heather pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail before rolling up the sleeves of her plaid shirt. Then she laid the towel down on the grass. “Nicki, why don’t you be my helper and hold this bag for a second. Don’t worry. I’ll do all the dirty work.” Heather smiled. Jake watched as Heather reached into his diaper bag to retrieve a plastic package of baby wipes. “Okay sweetie, lay down on the towel. Come on.” Heather took him by the arm just as Nicki had done. As she guided him onto the towel, Jake was powerless to resist her. As his butt came to rest on the towel, he cringed feeling his warm mess spreading out between his legs and across his butt cheeks. Kneeling in front of him, Heather leaned over and slowly began rolling up his t-shirt to expose his bare stomach. Staring up at her nervously, Jake couldn’t help get a whiff of her mature, feminine perfume. She smelled so nice. It was a strong contrast to his own pungent scent. Just as she peeled back the tapes on his diaper, Jake realized his erection was returning. Biting his lip, he felt Heather opening his diaper as cool air flooded onto his genitals. It was horrifying to think Heather might see his boner as an indication that he had actually enjoyed pooping in his diaper. The attractive older woman wrinkled her nose but said nothing about his erection as he stared up at her helplessly. She then pulled three moist wipes from the package. “Okay Jake, I need you to grab your knees and pull them to your chest for me. Can you do that for me?” she said, looking down at him. Jake did as he was told, imagining the disgusting sight that Heather must have been witness to. Slowly and methodically, he felt the cold baby wipes swiping between his butt cheeks. Heather must have wiped him for over two minutes. For a fleeting moment, Jake almost felt glad that he didn’t have to take part in such a gross chore. Staring up at the sky, his sister briefly cast a shadow over him. Jake was relieved to see that she was staring at the screen on her phone and not at him. Even so, she did make eye contact with him for a moment, sneering at him in disgust. “Eew, you perv. You actually get horny pooping your pants?” Nicki said. “Nicki, be nice. Your brother’s a teenage boy. He can’t control it.” Heather said. He felt so helpless. His hard penis stood straight up but luckily Heather seemed more focused on cleaning his rear end. After more methodical wiping from Heather, he was beginning to finally feel clean again. Jake closed his eyes tightly as she ran the wipes over his balls, his erection standing taller than ever. It tickled ever so slightly. With his clean rear end feeling moist from all of the wipes, the early spring breeze felt like an icy North wind on his genitals. Folding his dirty diaper, she slipped it into a two ziplock bags, one after the other. The situation began to feel intolerable as Heather squirted some diaper rash cream into her palms, rubbing them together before smearing the cream onto his butt. For a fleeting moment, her fingertips slid across his genitals. He perversely imagined what a relief it would be to get a hand job from the sexy woman hovering over him but he knew such a fantasy could never be realized. The long diaper change was humiliating and sensual all at the same time. “Nicki, can you grab me a new diaper and unfold it for me?” Heather asked. “Sure.” Jake looked up as Nicki slowly unfolded a large, crinkling diaper in her hands before handing it to Heather. “Thanks. Can you hand me the baby powder too?” Heather asked, handing Nicki the package of wipes. Nicki returned the package of wipes to the diaper bag. Slipping the clean diaper underneath him, Heather sprinkled a thick dusting of talcum powder onto his bare butt. “Okay, you can put your butt down now.” Heather said matter of factly. Pulling the front panel of the diaper up, she surrounded his hard penis in soft, thick padding before taping it tightly in place. “All done.” Heather smiled, gently patting his diapered crotch. Sitting up on the towel, Jake whimpered in sexual frustration as he tried to cross his legs, the thick padding forcing them apart. As he stood up, Heather rolled up the towel and placed it back in his diaper bag. Jake noticed that she still had his rolled up cargo shorts in her hand as she slung his diaper bag around her shoulder. “Can I have my shorts back?” Jake asked, standing there in only a t-shirt and fresh diaper. “I think I’m going to hold onto these for now. I want to make sure we keep an eye on your diaper just in case you need another change.” Heather said, slipping his shorts into the large diaper bag and zipping it shut. Jake frowned and let out a heavy sigh but said nothing. He was tired of arguing. At least now he was in a clean diaper and his stomach felt a lot better. “Come on, I’ll show you guys the barn.” Heather said. With that, Heather gave Jake two firm and affectionate pats on his diapered butt. “Feel better, diaper boy?” Nicki asked with a smirk. Jake glared at Nicki as she walked past him. Crinkling with every step, he followed a few feet behind the two women. Feeling another dribble of warm pee in his diaper, Jake just stared at Heather as she walked in front of him… his eyes wandering down towards her toned rear end. He really did like the jeans she was wearing. CLICK HERE TO READ THE NEXT STORY: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6XZ3TH
  15. I will be travelling to the U.S. in a few months time and as I am incontinent I will be wearing a nappy or large incontinence pad. Also I will have spare pads and nappies etc in my carry on luggage will it be a problem at airport security.
  16. Hello to all the special people, who got (or want to get) urinary incontinent by wearing diapers 24/7. And hello also to all people, who are actually on this struggling way with incontinence desires... I´m interested in the percentage of the effort in doing this. And in detail I´m interested, how much time the process of becoming incontinent has token for you. Thank you very much for your participation! Lalelu Kid
  17. A University in Japan has developed a sensor for a diaper that requires no battery. It uses urine in the diaper to form an integral part of the power generation to send a wifi signal when the diaper is sufficiently wet. https://www.japantoday.com/smartphone/view/technology/smart-diaper-generates-power-from-urine
  18. Hello all, Well it certainly has been a long time since I posted a story on the site and I think that it is long overdue. This is a sequel to a story that I finished 10 years ago- All I Want For Christmas - and it picks up about 4 months after we left Mark and Chloe at the alter. If you want to read the original then it is over on the DD website in the story section; it is also on here but it might take some finding. I have written the entire thing and am in the process of typing it up, it will not be as long as the original but I am going to drip-feed it here to allow you all to digest it in small bites. So, I submit to you the first three chapters of my story, I am always open to constructive criticism and I am happy to answer questions. Please enjoy and, for those of you who followed the orignal, enjoy finding out what happens to our young couple as they live the married life. Enjoy! DC Chapter 1 Chloe sat in the ultrasound waiting room nervously biting on her nails, Mark looked at his wife, smiled to himself and then reached over and pulled her hand from her mouth. ‘Don’t do that baby it is not good for your teeth.’ Chloe smiled nervously and wiped her hands on her jeans. Making sure that they were still alone in the small room, Chloe made eye contact with Mark and with a slight blush asked, ‘what if they see?’ ‘See what princess?’ Mark knew what she was talking about but he couldn’t help playing this little game. Chloe shifted in her seat, cleared her throat and whispered, ‘you know…my nappy. What if they see it and laugh?’ Mark noticed that his wife looked genuinely worried and leaned closer to his wife, he took her hand and kissed the back, ‘don’t worry my darling. I am here and I will not anything happen. It is probably nothing that they haven’t seen before.’ Chloe felt a little eased by Mark’s comments but still felt the nervousness in her tummy. The couple sat in silence as they both thought about what the coming months would bring, today would be the first time that they will see their unborn child and both were very excited about it. Chloe rubbed her tummy and patted it with tenderness before smiling to herself and thinking about the events of the last eighteen months; meeting mark and wetting herself on their first date, discovering Mark’s desire to have a nappied girlfriend, her own journey back into nappies and subsequent reliance upon them and of course their wedding and now unborn child. Chloe remained deep in thought as the nurse entered the waiting area, ‘Chloe Trimble please.’ Chloe looked up, ‘that’s me.’ ‘Right this way please,’ the nurse gestured towards the door that she had just come out of and smiled. Mark and Chloe rose up and followed the nurse’s instructions. Chloe was the first to enter the room and saw the bed lined with blue paper and a huge machine which was full of buttons and a small blank screen. She placed her bag on a vacant chair and removed her coat. ‘Thank you Mrs Trimble. Would you like to pop yourself on the bed and raise your top so that we can have a little look in there,’ said the nurse as she began to press the buttons, ‘Mr Trimble would you like to take a seat in that chair,’ she indicated a chair at the head of the bed. Chloe made her way to the bed and removed her top before sliding onto the blue paper. She noticed that the exposed plastic of her Tena Slip and quickly pushed it back under the waistband of her jeans with an audible crinkle; if the nurse noticed she didn’t say anything. ‘Will this be your first?’ The nurse broke the silence in the room. ‘Yes it is,’ answered Chloe. ‘Wonderful. You both relax, we are just going to be checking on baby’s growth and seeing how many you have in there.’ Mark gave a nervous laugh and the nurse smiled, ‘if you have any questions then please ask them as we go along, otherwise just enjoy seeing your little one for the first time.’ The nurse continued to enter Chloe’s information into the computer. Chloe smiled and felt the butterflies in her tummy return. ‘Would you like any pictures today?’ Mark and Chloe nodded. ‘Okay then, we will see if we can get you a couple of good ones. Now Mrs Trimble, I am going to squirt a little of this jelly on your tummy which will help us see baby better.’ The nurse took out some more of the blue paper and tucked it under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans, Chloe heard the plastic of her nappy rustle and looked at the nurse who said nothing. The nurse applied a liberal amount of warm jelly to Chloe’s tummy and then the wand before pressing it into the skin; instantly the screen came to life with grainy images that meant little to Mark or Chloe. The nurse ran the wand back and forth over Chloe’s skin trying to get a better picture and muttered under her breath about baby hiding, she pressed the wand down a little harder and repeated the same sweeping motion. Chloe, whose eyes were firmly fixed upon the tiny screen, felt her nappy become warm as she realised that litres of water that she had consumed on the advice of her mother were slowly leaking out of her and she could do nothing about it. Chloe felt herself blush but somehow managed to keep her focus on the screen. ‘Ah! There’s the little rascal.’ The nurse’s sudden exclamation made Mark and Chloe jump. On the screen was now the most amazing image that the young couple had ever seen, their tiny baby was coming into view as the nurse explained what they were looking at. ‘Oh wow,’ Chloe managed to squeeze out as she felt warm tears of joy roll down her cheeks. Mark took hold of his wife’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, ‘look daddy.’ Mark smiled and kissed Chloe’s hand. ‘So this is the head,’ the nurse indicated a tiny white bump, ‘and this is the heart,’ again a tiny white bump but with the unmistakable rhythm of a human heart, ‘shall we give it a listen?’ Mark and Chloe both nodded, the nurse flicked a switch and the small room was filled with the sound of a miniscule heartbeat. ‘Everything looks fine, I just need to add some notes to your file and then you can get back to your day.’ The nurse removed the wand and placed it back in its holder before tearing off yet more blue roll and wiped Chloe’s tummy clean. ‘Thank you,’ said Mark as he gathered their things together and helped Chloe off the bed. The nurse headed out of the room letting Mark and Chloe make their own way to reception. ‘That was unbelievable!’ Squealed Chloe as the made the short walk along the corridor. ‘Yes baby it was. It is hard to believe that you have a little person growing in there.’ Mark rubbed Chloe’s tummy and then pulled her into his arms in a small recess off the corridor and gave her a kiss. ‘I told you that you would be okay.’ ‘Yes you did but she must have known, my nappy was sticking out of the top of my jeans and she must have felt it when she tucked the blue paper in.’ ‘Well baby, if you are that uncomfortable with it then we will put you in knickers for the next scan.’ Chloe felt her face redden once more, ‘well…um…I…I kind of had a little accident when she was looking for the baby.’ Chloe then buried her head in Mark’s chest and then whispered, ‘I’m actually really quite wet. It might have been a big accident.’ Mark already knew that Chloe had wet her nappy during the examination, the amount of water she had consumed made a wet nappy inevitable but he still loved to hear her tell him, ‘not to worry baby, it is not unusual.’ ‘I suppose not,’ said Chloe, ‘it still takes me by surprise from time to time though.’ ‘Well it’s been a long time now, you’ve been in nappies full time for the past nine months and you’re still adjusting. You know that you can still give it up anytime you want don’t you?’ Mark knew that this was an offer that Chloe was unlikely to accept. ‘What you mean like last time when I completely flooded myself within an hour of being out of nappies.’ ‘Well the offer is there for you to take whenever you like princess.’ ‘Let’s face it Mark, my brain seems to have accepted this new arrangement and I don’t know how to tell it otherwise.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I know baby but I will help you at every step of the way if you want to give in.’ Chloe just shook her head and enjoyed the warmth of Mark’s cuddle as she felt her nappy grow warm once more as her bladder issued a timely reminder of her nappy dependence. ‘Come on baby, we need to get back to reception.’ Mark took Chloe’s hand and led her along the corridor to the Maternity Reception where the nurse had told them to wait. A few minutes later the nurse appeared and handed Mark the folder and two grainy pictures of the scan, she wished them luck and then returned to her office. Mark continued to lead Chloe through the maze of corridors towards the exit of the hospital, ‘we are going to get you changed before we head off,’ he whispered to Chloe. Mark had spotted the adult changing facility on the way in and took Chloe inside the small room before locking the door behind them. Chloe looked around the room, it looked like a bigger version of a baby changing facility with a counter top, sink, toilet, sanitary bin and a changing station. ‘Pop yourself on her baby girl.’ Mark indicated the adult changing table by patting the mat with his hand. Chloe walked over to Mark, he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her thighs before helping her up onto the table. Chloe felt small, she was lying on her back looking at the ceiling whilst Mark began to untape her saturated nappy. ‘Oh wow baby! You really are a wet little girl.’ He tickled the inside of Chloe’s thigh making her giggle a little. Chloe reached out the changing back next to her and pulled out the pictures from the scan, she turned them to many different angles as she felt Mark delicately cleaning her nappy area before sliding out the wet padding from beneath her bottom. ‘Up you go baby.’ Chloe lifted her hips to let Mark slide the fresh nappy underneath her before lowering her hips at his command. She felt the soft, dry padding being pulled up over her vagina and then heard the tapes being applied to secure her dry nappy. Mark helped Chloe to put her jeans back on, disposed of the wet nappy, washed his hands and then led Chloe back out of the room and to the car for their journey home. Chapter 2 Chloe quickly bolted from the bedroom and threw herself down the hallway and into the bathroom; she lunged for the toilet and vomited. Morning sickness was becoming more frequent, she hated starting each day feeling so yucky but many people has assured her that this was a temporary thing. Chloe was trying to focus on positive thoughts as she felt another wave of nausea hit her, she held her head over the toilet and vomited again, as she retched, she felt her already soaked nappy becoming warm as her bladder joined in with the voiding. Kneeling on the floor with her head over the toilet, Chloe felt her nappy fail and the warm wee begin to trickle down the inside of her thighs and pool at her knees; she felt her pyjama bottoms getting wet and began to sob. Chloe pushed herself away from the toilet and sat down on the floor in her saturated nappy which forced more wetness into her pyjamas. She sat, in a pool of her own urine, feeling every bit embarrassed and upset. She was still sobbing quietly as Mark pushed open the door, he took one look at his wife and rushed over to her. ‘Oh baby girl, what has happened?’ Mark sat next to Chloe and put his arms around her. ‘I… I’m a mess. I couldn’t stop it. I was being sick and then I wet myself and then my nappy leaked and…’ Chloe burst into a full scale crying fit which stopped her from finishing her sentence. ‘Oh my beautiful baby girl don’t cry, it is okay, I will make it all better.’ Mark cuddled Chloe even tighter, he kissed her on the top of the head and then made shushing noises in her ear. ‘Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he said eventually. Chloe nodded and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, she stood up and heard the dripping as Mark began to help her up. ‘Okay princess, let’s get you in the shower.’ Mark guided Chloe to the shower cubicle and took off her pyjama top, he slid the drenched bottoms down her legs and saw the wettest nappy that he had seen in months. Chloe stood resigned to her situation and let Mark do the work. Mark untapped the nappy, it fell to the tiles with a heavy thud, he moved it to one side with his foot and then helped Chloe into the warm jets of the shower. Mark left Chloe to enjoy the water, he picked up the nappy and rolled it up as best he could, more urine seeped out as he did so but he wasn’t concerned. Chloe’s pyjamas made an improvised mop to clean up the large puddle on the floor, ‘I’ll be right back baby, I am just going to get rid of this nappy and put on the washing.’ He picked up the wet things and left the bathroom. Chloe was enjoying the warm jets of water across her skin, she tilted her head back and let the water cascade down her body. ‘You look like you are enjoying that.’ Mark had returned and was smiling at his wife. ‘Mmmmmm, it is lovely.’ Chloe turned off the shower and took Mark’s outstretched hand to get out of the cubicle, he wrapped her in a fresh towel and led her to the bedroom. Chloe saw all of her clothes laid out on the bed with the usual Tena Slip, ‘ummm, Mark. I don’t think that I want a nappy today.’ Mark looked shocked, ‘er…okay. Are you sure?’ Chloe looked at her husband, she saw the look of concern in his face and tried to look as certain as she could, ‘Yes, I am sure. I just can’t do it Mark, I am not a baby, I’m twenty years old and my morning began with me sitting in a pool of my own piss and crying because I’d wet myself so completely that my nappy had leaked like some toddler. I am a fucking grown woman!’ Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. ‘I’m sick of not being able to control my own bladder, I’m always wet, I wake up wet, I go to bed wet, I’m even wet between changes sometimes. I must smell like piss all the time.’ Chloe lost control at this point and burst into tears. ‘Oh my poor girl,’ Mark hugged Chloe tightly, ‘I will help you to get better, I promise. It’s going to take some time but it will get better.’ Mark tried to reassure his wife. ‘But it shouldn’t take time Mark, I’m a woman and not a baby learning to toilet train.’ Chloe felt angry with Mark’s lack of faith in her ability. ‘I know that you are not a toddler Chloe but you have been wearing nappies full time for a long time and you’ve just gotten a bit used to them that is all.’ Mark placed his hands on Chloe’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, ‘we will work on it together.’ Chloe nodded at her husband, ‘I’m sorry Mark, I just can’t do it any more,’ she could see the disappointment in Mark’s eyes. ‘I know that it is what you want but I am so tired of not being able to stay dry or walking around stinky because I’ve messed my nappy. I need to feel like a grown up again.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I understand. I will put the nappy away.’ Mark picked up the Tena Slip and returned it to the wardrobe, he reached to the top shelf and found a bag at the back containing Chloe’s knickers, ‘you’re going to need these,’ he said as he tossed them on the bed. Chloe watched the contents of the bag spill onto the bed and Mark walk off down the hallway to get a shower. She sat on the edge of the bed still sobbing and feeling awful about what had just happened, she reassured herself about her decision and resolved to regain her control. Chloe dried away her tears and tipped the remaining contents of the bag onto the bed; for the first time in forever she was about to wear knickers. Chapter 3 Chloe sat at the breakfast table checking her phone as Mark came through from the bedroom, she smiled at him as he got closer, ‘the kettle’s just boiled; would you like coffee?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘are you feeling any better?’ Mark sat in the chair opposite Chloe. ‘Yes I am. I am sorry about before and thank you for being so understanding.’ Chloe kissed Mark as she went to the kitchen. She was finding it strange to not hear the crinkle as she walked around or to feel the bulk of wet padding between her legs that had so often made her waddle. Chloe had just entered the kitchen when the alarm went off on her phone, ‘oh! Excuse me.’ Chloe hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom, she slid her jeans and knickers down her legs and sat on the toilet: nothing happened. Chloe looked down at the knickers between her legs and smiled as she saw that they were still dry, she gave a small push and a tiny trickle of wee made its way into the toilet bowl. Chloe felt very proud of herself and couldn’t help but recall the old Huggies advert jingle, ‘I’m a big kid now’ she quietly sang to herself. Chloe finished up and walked back along to the kitchen. Mark watched Chloe walk down the hallway with a smile on her face, ‘well? Did you make it?’ Chloe smiled again, ‘yes I did!’ ‘Well done,’ Mark paused, ‘and how often is your alarm set to go off?’ Chloe blushed, ‘um… every half an hour.’ ‘You know, we could get you some pull ups to help you with the transition, they will hold any little accidents that you might have.’ Chloe thought for a moment, she knew deep down that Mark was right and that it was a sensible suggestion but her stubbornness would not allow her to accept, ‘no thank you, I am a grown woman and I wear knickers, not nappies or pull ups.’ Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘okay baby but if you don’t do so well then you will be wearing pull ups or even nappies once more. I understand what you want to do but I am not going to be happy if you start to leave puddles everywhere.’ Chloe felt thoroughly chastised, she reconsidered the option of using pull ups but dismissed the idea by telling herself that she would not fail, ‘I will be fine, you will see. No more nappies for me!’ Chloe stuck out her tongue and then headed into the kitchen to make coffee. Mark smiled to himself, he was anticipating many accidents as Chloe tried to regain control and was deep in thought as she brought back the coffee. ‘Here you go.’ Chloe placed the hot coffee in front of him. ‘Thank you princess.’ Mark lifted the cup to his lips and carefully sipped the hot liquid, ‘so, what would you like to do today?’ Chloe thought as she sipped her own coffee, ‘I’m not really sure, I kind of want to be at home a little more today,’ Chloe made a gesture to her crotch hoping that Mark would understand. Mark looked confused for a moment, ‘oh… oh yes. I understand. You’re frightened that you might wet yourself or something.’ Chloe blushed deeply, ‘Mark! I’m just… I mean…I…’ ‘It’s fine princess, I get it. We will stay here.’ ‘I’m sorry, it is just a little embarrassing you know.’ Chloe broke eye contact with Mark and stared at her coffee. Mark got up from his chair and walked around to the other side of the table, he stood behind Chloe and put his arms around her shoulders in a loose cuddle around her neck. He kissed Chloe on the cheek and laid his head on her shoulder, ‘you know that you don’t have to be embarrassed don’t you?’ ‘I know.’ ‘It’s going to take some time, expect accidents and please don’t try to hide it from me.’ ‘I won’t’ ‘I love you Mrs Trimble, you mean the world to me and I am here for you one hundred percent.’ Mark pecked Chloe on the cheek again, ‘now, would you like some breakfast?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark stood up and headed to the kitchen, he surveyed the fridge and then the food cupboards, ‘I’ve got bacon and eggs or cereal.’ He called through the door. ‘Can I have scrambled eggs and toast please?’ She called back. ‘Sure thing gorgeous. You want juice?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark set to work cooking the breakfast, he decided to have the same thing so that he didn’t have to cook separate meals. Chloe entered the kitchen carrying her empty coffee cup as he started making toast, ‘Hi hun.’ ‘Hey, I am just getting some more coffee.’ ‘Okay baby.’ Chloe poured herself some coffee from her own pot of decaffeinated and then left Mark to carry on cooking. ‘Just a few more minutes princess,’ Mark called to Chloe as she headed out of the door. ‘Okay daddy’ Chloe replied as she returned to her seat. Mark finished cooking the eggs, he served them onto plates and then carried them back to the table, as he entered the room, Chloe’s alarm went off again. ‘Sorry, be right back,’ Chloe said as she rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She repeated the steps from her last trip to the toilet but still nothing happened. She returned to the table to see that Mark had set out juice and condiments. ‘All okay princess?’ ‘Yes thanks,’ Chloe sat down, ‘this looks wonderful.’ Chloe picked up her cutlery and began to eat. Mark and Chloe sat in silence as they each ate their breakfasts, Chloe drained her juice and after she finished her eggs she turned her attention back to the coffee. Mark watched his wife and wondered how long it would be before her high coffee and juice intake took its toll on her bladder. ‘So have you looked at any of the houses that I showed you?’ ‘No not yet but I think that we should make a move before I am too heavily pregnant.’ ‘I completely agree princess, we just need to agree on the property now.’ ‘It’s out there somewhere.’ Chloe sighed. ‘Here, let’s have a look.’ Mark pushed his plate to one side and picked up his iPad, he navigated to the saved tabs and slid the device over to Chloe. ‘I am not going to tell you which one I like best so you can have a look whilst I clear the table.’ Mark gathered the plate and now empty drinks containers and headed to the kitchen. Chloe quickly became engrossed in the houses on the screen and barely noticed Mark re-enter the room, he stood behind her and put his head on her shoulder, ‘I liked that one too.’ ‘Mark!’ she screamed, ‘you scared the shit out of me.’ Mark slapped Chloe’s wrist, ‘you do not use language like that young lady.’ Chloe dropped the iPad onto the table and rubbed her wrist, ‘I am sorry daddy,’ she said meekly, ‘you scared me. I was really interested in this house.’ Chloe picked up the tablet again and swiped through the pictures, ‘I really like this one.’ Mark smiled, ‘yes, me too. It looks perfect for what we need and it has so much space outside.’ ‘I love the master bedroom,’ Chloe swiped back to the relevant picture, ‘look at the windows and the room around the bed and it has got an en-suite and…oh no!’ Chloe dropped the tablet to the table and pushed her chair back, she jammed her hands quickly into her crotch. Mark looked down to see the growing wet spot make its way down his wife’s legs. ‘It won’t stop!’ Chloe yelled as she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.
  19. hi i have to go to asia to work (singapore, but travelling around malaysia, thailand and hopefully more) anyone here with experience of buying adult diapers in asia? Except for singapore, most other countries are developing countries and do not really have an elderly care sector. i bought online from singapore and its actually even better in america as they deliver to me in 1 day, and prices are cheap. i bought from this site Adult diapers tena pants but for malaysia and thailand, surprisingly, not that easy to find tena. I found other brands, but.... i'm terribly suspicious of Asian brands, HAHA, especially china brands. you know what i mean right.... it really sucks if urine get out of the adult diapers. I seen some japanese brands that i may try (japanese defintely more trustworthy than china) but hope there are some experience guys here with feedback? will save me a lot of troubles and money to go for tested-and-proven brands thanks guys!
  20. Hello there, i was wondering what a good diaper would be for daytime use? I have incontinence in both its forms and only so much or so little control. I love bambino bianco and secure x plus diapers, but i want something that doesn't crinkle and can hide under clothes a little easier. The reason why is because i know that my diapers have been noticed, whether by sight or noise maybe both but i don't want that to happen again. I've been incontinent for over half my life so its nothing to get used to, but its nothing that i want to be noticed for either. I live in the US, so far i have been tempted to buy some from Tena, what are your thoughts? What works best for you in the daytime?
  21. Enuresis was struggling she couldn't believe these two mortals had captured her so easy. One had her by her yellow gossamer wings. She could not be seen by mortals because they didn't know for sure if Fairies existed and she didn't want to be the one to remove all doubt. She fluttered her wings but just couldn't free herself but she was in a great position and when she kicked out she got #2 in the place where mortal men hate to get kicked. She was able to get around enough to bite #1 mortal in the thumb. She heard you bitch and was smashed against the wall, that was the last she remembered for a while. When she came to #1&2 were both passed out, both had been drunk when they caught her, that was why she was so surprised when they had actually caught her. She checked her wing and one was good the other was bent at an awkward angle. She had heard of it but didn't believe it until now, that was when Fairies and mortal meet the Fairy looses control of their bladders she was wet, her gown was wet she waved her wand and both mortals lost control of their bladders. She knew she couldn't fly to the kingdom, but how far could it be? She began walking and she noticed that the sun was getting low in the East. Night was over she found a place to sleep in an old hollow log. When the sun was getting low in the West she crawled out of the log. Her body didn't hurt as bad as earlier her wing was still out of commission, and she was wetter than she was last time, hopeful that goes away soon she thought. About 3 hours later she arrived at the Kingdom and when the other fairies saw her condition she was rushed t the Royal Fairy Hospital. when she awoke again her wing was straight but had a cast on it. She looked between her legs and she had wet diaper on. The Doctor said I'm Doctor Fairyhealer your in somewhat bad shape. What kind of mortal contact did you have? They almost captured me, but I fought them off, they were drunks. She said trying to minimize the contact.
  22. Hey everyone it's Paige I'm 24 years old and from Southern California. It wasn't until just recently that I started wetting my bed again. I'm not sure if its due to stress and anxiety with school starting soon or its something more. All I know is that I've been wearing Attends 10 at night with two heavy Poise pads inside as stuffers and by the morning I'm leaking. It all started when I was starting to get up about 3 times a night to use the restroom. I have restricted my liquid intake at night so I'm not sure where all this fluid is coming from. But I was waking up at 11pm and then 3am and then 5:30am as you can imagine this has sucked. So over the past few nights I've been wearing a diaper to bed. Honestly I find it easier if i find my self waking up to have to go to the bathroom to just do it in my diaper. Sometimes I won't wake up at all. Does anyone have any recommendations for a good night time diaper that can hold about 3 wettings during the night. I thought about going out and buying some plastic pants but I've never been a big person on those. Are they worth it. I tend to leak near the leg gathering and sometimes the front of my shirt is wet when I wake up in the morning. I know I need to make a appointment with my urologist and I probably well I just wanna see if this thing goes away on its own, but until then I need a good solution. thanks for your time and reading my post. I look forward to you feedback. ThanksPaige a.k.a iCrinkle2
  23. I haven't posted much lately, crazy busy with work and preparation for my daughters wedding. I knew if I thought enough and developed the right techniques, I'd come up with the appliance. Unfortunately, the description will have to do for now. The computer is being stubborn and I can't upload pics from my phone. Start with a straight vinyl catheter. I use 16FR. You need a heat gun, steel ruler, razor knife, clamps, and a pair of pliers with a round notch approximately 14FR. I'm using a pair of electrical pliers that have a pair of smooth round notches in the jaws. Pre warm pliers with heat gun. Hold catheter in plier notch near hole where inner sphincter is. Heat inner side next to pliers VERY SLOWLY and tubing will start to swell. Use slight pressure to mushroom tubing against flat edge of pliers. The pliers will protect the part of the tubing from the heat and shrink it's diameter slightly. Measure from the narrowing about 6-8 cm and cut the tubing lenghtwise starting with a long sloped cut. Place the ruler on edge in the U and clamp down. Cut on both sides leaving a thin tail. Trim smooth and cut to final length. For me it's 19cm. I'll upload a pic a soon as I can.
  24. I am disabled, I have Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified with traits of Aspergers Syndrome, Epilepsy and multiple learning Difficulties. What does that mean ? I have autism, while I am generally High functioning, I also have traits of low functioning autism as well, sensory issues, communication difficulties and stimming One problem I have with sensory processing disorder, is that I am hypo-tactile, meaning I don't get the same stimulation from something touching me as you would. Because of this I have always enjoyed the sensation of a poopy diaper, as it is kind of a sensory input for me. Being epileptic when I have a seizure (between 1 and 3 times a month) I am usually incontinent. Aside from that I have full control over my bladder and bowel The problem I have is because I am mostly High Functioning, I am overly smart, I can talk about all kinds of things, from Integral and Differential Calculus to Philosophy, from Material Science to Sociology, and I am a Computer Geek and a science nerd. I hate being so intelligent, and such a know it all, because it makes it hard to find friends with similar interests. I honestly wish I was Severely Disabled, and functioned on the cognitive level of a 2 year old, so I wouldn't know any better, and could be looked after 24/7 Knowledge is scary, and it can be used as a weapon as well as a tool. But I doubt that will ever happen, Any one else feel the same way ?
  25. I've been incontinent for the past 18 or so months. It came on kind of quick, but before long, found myself totally incontinent, night and day. (I've chosen to embrace wearing diapers and being incontinent, rather than to fret over it all). But lately, I no longer get that feeling of having to pee. I know I have to pee because I start wetting my diaper. There are times, when laying in bed, I just feel myself peeing. It didn't feel like I had to pee, I just started going. I can't remember when I last had that feeling of having to go. As anyone else lost that feeling? I'm also fecal incontinent now. This started almost a year ago, and started by occasional accidents of just not being able to hold it. But now, I can't hold it at all...I get the feeling of having to go and then before I can do anything about it, I soil my diaper. I'm wondering if what happened with my urinary incontinence, will happen with my fecal incontinence. Will, as some point, instead of feeling like I have to go but can't hold it, will I just start to do a number two in my diaper. Any thoughts?