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  1. I have been using stents for many years now and for me it's by far the best solution to become incontinent. I can keep it in as long as I like my incontinence. Most of the times I use it three to four days at a time, but sometimes, like now, I can't get enough of that helpless feeling and keep it in for a few weeks. For me it is completely safe, it never hurts and I never had a UTI using my stents. Using stents I become totally incontinent, so I dribble all the time when standing or walking around. But when I sit the urethra is being closed by the pressure of the diaper between my legs so the dribbling stops and the pee stays in the bladder. If I remain seated for a long time the pressure in the bladder keeps building up untill it gets too high. Then I start having urges causing the urethra to suddenly give way so I start peeing large amounts in my diaper. The same goes for caughing, laughing or sneezing while sitting in my diaper. The pressure caused by these actions forces the urethra to open up for a while and let me pee small amounts. If I stand up from my chair my bladder will start emptying itself completely and sometimes it means I have to change immediately. In bed my incontinence is different again. If I am lying motionless the driblling also stops and my bladder starts acting like a reservoire again untill I start having slight urges. Then my bladder starts emptying immediately, but not completely. Sometimes I wake up from having these urges, but most of the times this seems to happen while I am asleep. If I turn around, caugh or sneeze I also wet myself a little. Getting out of bed my bladder completely empties itself and then the dribbling starts again. So being totally incontinent you will experience not only constant dribbling, but also urge and stress incontinence depending on the position you're in. But one way or the other, you will never be able to reach a toilet without an empty bladder (and a wet diaper). Apart from urinary incontinence I sometimes experience some other (un)pleasant side effects of using stents. Due to the fact that the stent is also inside the prostate it will gently massage it when you are walking. It has happened a few times that I had orgasms in public. The excitement of being incontinent, the pressure of the wet diaper between my legs and the prostate being massaged all the time, is sometimes simply too much to handle. Wearing a stent for extended periods also affects the strength of my anal sphincter. That's why I have had several accidents doing number two in my diaper when I wasn't anywhere near a toilet, also in public!! And that kind of incontinence is not exactly what I like, but it happened nonetheless.
  2. The Lost Ones

    David struggled, out of breath. He held the bar to his shoulder, and slowly lowered it."Done!" he said in a breathless voice, mentally adding "finally." Lifting weights was far from his favorite pastime. However, under the circumstances, it was necessary.He faced a mirror, seeing his own blue, blond hair and smooth face. He ran a hand down his right shoulder and arm. "Better," he thought, "but not great."He himself didn't care about what he looked like, and especially not about being muscular. He wasn't even sure if he could become muscular, at least not in the same way some people at the gym were. However, he also needed to fit in. While the exercise machines now being built certainly made it easier, the growing trend where people worked out regularly for appearance and fitness made things more difficult. He had free weights in his house, and would need to use them later that night as well.He passed by the front desk, nodding to two staff members at the desk, who nodded back and waved. This may be the last time he came in. He'd been there a few months, longer then he usually stayed at one gym.As he left, one of the staff members turned to the other."You see that guy?""Yeah? The quiet one?""Yes. He's been coming here almost every morning for three months.""So? He's dedicated. That's what I like.""Yeah but.. I know some people at one of the other gyms in the area, and apparently he did the same thing there before switching to this one, and someone mentioned he was at another place before that.""And?""Well... Isn't it weird he keeps switching? And...""What?""Does he LOOK like he's been working like that for a year?"...David was walking past closed shops on a downtown road. It was still early morning, and if he was lucky, he could get home before more people were out. He hated walking around when it was crowded, but hated the dark even more, so this ended up being the best time to get around. He would have to come out later, he knew- there wasn't much he could do before anything was open, and he had to get buy- but for something he could do at any point, like attend a gym, it was ideal.He stopped, his eyes going wide. He was passing by a toy store, one of his favorite spots in town. In the window was a giant brown teddy bear. He stared, pressing his face and hands against the glass. It looked... soo... soft! He loved the material they used for stuffed animals recently. He didn't know what it was, but he loved just pressing it against his face. One like this he could use as a bed, his full body covered with softness...He was already pressing on the door. It wouldn't budge. He looked down at the handle. He pressed again, angrily. He shouted and began kicking the ground. Why wouldn't it open? He looked at the door again, noticing the sign that said closed. "ERRRR" he said about to pound on the glass, then stopped. He couldn't do that in public, what would people think if he saw? It was locked, there was nothing he could do, he thought. The thought made him sad, almost tearing. He looked at the door again. He could always come back later and buy it if he thought of it, he reminded himself. Now happy again, he began skipping down the road and smiling."Drat," he said suddenly, noticing his shoelace had come untied. He knelt down to tie it."One over the other... DANG!" he said. He spread them out to restart. Sometimes he question if he should just give up and get velcro shoes, but that seemed like it would cause more problems then it solved. One thing he didn't want was questions about why he was wearing anything deemed childish."Why hello there!" a warm, elderly woman's voice said.David frooze."Are you lost? Do you need help with your shoe laces?""Ummmm..." he said, not looking up."Let me help you, then you should get on home.""Ye..es," he replied, panicking.The speaker, a gray woman with glasses, bent down in front of him. David blushed and looked around as she began to lace his shoes. He hoped no one was watching. He knew he should have said no, but he couldn't find the words, and he really did need the help..."There, all done! Now you keep practicing and you'll get it one day!""Th..thanks," he said. He doubted he would, though."Now you hurry along, little one."David blushed deeper. He remained kneeling and looked down, avoiding eye contact. Hopefully she would move on before she noticed."Are you alright? Why aren't you getting up? Should I call for help? Where are your parents?"David closed his eyes. "Drat," he thought. "Well, I'd better get it over with." He stood up and looked at her.At first she seemed surprised to find he was as taller then she was, if not by much. She then fixed her glasses, and gasped slightly. Now it was her turn to blush. "Oh... I'm sorry. Please excuse me." She went walked beside him and left, surprised to find the person she had taken for a child was a full grown adult.David sighed. It was always worse with the elderly, and especially woman. Having bad eyesight didn't help either. Anyone looking at him clearly would see him as he appeared- an adult, if with some youthful features. However, they often responded to him different on instinct. Older people with maternal or paternal instincts often felt this the strongest, while younger ones often expected him to play games. Combine that with an inability to seem him properly, and sometimes they just assumed.He put the incident out of his head and kept walking. Hopefully no one would notice.He arrived at his house. He called it his house, but it wasn't exactly a house, and wasn't really his. He lived in a section of the bottom floors of a large house that had been divided into apartments, which he rented from the owner. However, the other apartment was unoccupied, meaning he could often come in and go without anyone noticing. This, combined with its proximity to downtown, gave him everything he needed- privacy, ease of use without needing to drive, cheap price. Also, the fact that there was often someone else in the building that he knew was a reassuring thought, especially at night.He unlocked the door and went inside. He walked down the hall, then stopped. There was a sign in front of him saying "lock the door, dummy!" He kicked himself and went back and locked the door. He then went through, past the sign. He stopped again. There was another sign in front of him saying "take of your shoes." He struggled with the laces, eventually kicking them off. As he stood up there was a third sign reading "and your jacket." He took it off and through it on his chair, before scolding himself, picking it up and hanging it properly. He had a closet full of half-haphazardly hung clothes, most of which he bought after reading online about what 'a man should wear' but never actually put on, finding them too uncomfortable or just not thinking about it.He walked up a small flight of stairs and into his bathroom. It was a full bathroom, with white paneled walls reminding him not to take electronics and stuffies into the tub and what to do if anything began to flood. He faced a mirror and put a hand on his belt. He closed his eyes. He never enjoyed this part, and he was feeling anxious.He pulled down his pants then opened his eyes to see a white diaper around his waste. He reached down and felt the plastic, then ticked his toung. Wet. Second day in a row at the gym. Sometimes, if he was calm and not distracted by anything, he could go a few days dry. However, his mind tended to wander, and when it did he would never know. At the gym, when he was straining, it could have happened at any point. He couldn't always even tell afterwards, and finding it here always made him wonder if anyone in the gym or on the long walk back could tell. He shuddered at the thought.At least he wasn't messy, he told himself. He could normally avoid that one, depending on what he ate and how close he was to the bathrooms. It still wasn't perfect, and he wasn't getting any better. It annoyed him now, as modern advances meant he could get diapers that looked just like regular underwear for public use, but there was no way they'd do the job well enough. As it was, his control took a lot of effort, and he only did it when he was in public. Even then, he didn't like it. It felt wrong.He glanced down. There was another reason it took effort. Under the sink, where he stored his diapers, there was a pile of thicker teddy bear printed ab diapers with a note attached reminding him not to wear them out. The rise of the internet, and with it the availability of abdl clothing, had been like a miracle for him. He struggled a moment, the adorable images calling to him, the softness... and stopped. It already difficult to hide the white diapers, and the few times people had noticed were embarrassing enough. He didn't need to have to find a way to hide the extra thick padding or risk someone seeing his teddy bear prints.He took off the wet diaper, thew it out and got in his bath tub. He filled it, cleaned himself, and got out and left the bathroom still naked.He kept an agenda on the small square table in his kitchen, which he now opened. He used his phone to check the date and matched it. He groaned. The agenda was something he had come up with knowing that if he left himself to his own devices he would never get things done. He modeled it off of examples he had found online, letting them replace the authoritative voice of a someone who could make those decisions. He had work again today, which he despised. Why did people spend so much time doing stuff like that when there was so things to play with? But it was what adults had to do, and for now he had to live as an adult.He opened he fridge. There were rows of sweets and pastries, along with peanut butter and different jams. There were also microwavable meals, as it was the only form of cooking he could do without causing a problem, and some... other things. Being an adult also meant he had to eat certain things, which he didn't like. This was something normally someone else should take care of, he thought, someone who knew better and could decide and make him do it... but he was there, so he had to make himself. He grimaced, grabbing a sweet pepper. "One vegetable with every meal," he reminded himself. He closed his nose, opened his mouth and ate it as quickly as he could. He followed it by drinking water from his tap as fast as he could. He then grabbed a piece of cake and ate it with his hands. He shuddered. Eating healthy was annoying.He went into his bedroom. It was large with baby blue walls and a crib that had detachable rails in case someone was visiting. He had hung pictures of video game and comic book characters on each wall, as he had learned adults had art, and most of the room was filled with piles of toys and old clothes. He opened his closet and struggled to ignore his preferred side, with he soft, cute clothing he preferred. Changes in fashion meant that he could sometimes wear one peice pajamas, and it seemed soon rompers would be acceptable. He loved it when things liked that happened. However, neither was appropriate for work. He began by laying out a fresh diaper, making sure it was plain white rather then printed. He poured a liberal amount of powder on it, taped it on, and got up. He then pulled a pair of boxers over it, covering the edge and ensuring a tear in his pants wouldn't be a disaster while muffling the crinkling sound. Next was an undershirt. He put on soft green pants and the required collared shirt, which was blue and striped with white. He found this worked the best- long shirt hung over his waistline, and the undershirt was tucked into his pants in case anything rode up.He then walked back into the bathroom. He sighed. He reached under the sink, and took out the make up.He began with small lines. Tiny changes, so that if it washed off no one would notice, but enough to make a difference. He had tried more drastic changes, but that had ended in disaster after a sudden rain storm. He put lines under his eyes, emphasizing cheekbones, and making his face seem narrower. He then took a comb to his unruly golden hair and used cream to hold it in place. The result was barely noticeable, but subtly added years to his perceived age.He scowled and stomped his foot. IT. WASN"T. FAIR. He hated doing it. Why couldn't he just got out normally? He pictured his face- cherubic was the right word. He could probably play Cupid if called upon, except he didn't know if Cupid would mind. He looked at his waiste, and angrily pulled up the pants which had slid down, revealing the top edge of his diaper despite all his efforts. He'd be dressed the part too. Why couldn't he just go out as is? He had to dress in all these bizarre clothes, doing everything he could to hide the rest of them, to change his face... He began to tear again.He breathed. Throwing temper tantrums wasn't a way to convince anyone he was mature, and the tears would rinse away the make up. People had already began to question things about him, which was never good. He knew he would have to move soon, which almost made him cry again. It was necessary, though. He had to keep moving, and to hide some things. It was one thing if people began to think he hadn't aged in ten years. It was another all together if they realized he hadn't aged in the last twelve thousand.
  3. Managing in summer

    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
  4. 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
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    From the album Wearing stent and diaper

    Stent in, diapered in plastic pants, guess I am ready to go to bed
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    From the album Wearing stent and diaper

    Will I make it to the office in this diaper?
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    From the album Wearing stent and diaper

    Waking up in a wet diaper. How did that happen?
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    From the album Wearing stent and diaper

    Wearing a wet diaper at the office
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    From the album Wearing stent and diaper

    In a wet diaper at the office
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    From the album My stents

    My stent on march 16th 2017.
  11. Has anyone tried hypnosis?

    Just wandered, 'cause this is coming up and down every once in a while: Has anyone tried hypnosis? Does it work? It always seems like the things that aren't really working. General responses?
  12. Hello there everyone! So I'm coming to the end of where I can go in my current work, and am going to be looking for new work. I plan to be diapered whenever I am at my new workplace, it is my plan to eventually be completely urinary incontinent (still debating on fecal atm), So going into my new job already wearing full time while I'm there will make it easier later But my question is, and I've been unable to really find an answer, should I put that I am incontinent on my resume, or just tell them when/if they ask if I have any disabilities. I will drop of the resume and go for the interview in a (likely) already wet diaper, just not sure whether it is better to put it on the resume or not Thank you for your time! ^^
  13. From the album Michael Gardner

    These are just pictures of me relaxing in my tee shirt and diaper. I look comfy don't I?
  14. This is just a short little story featuring Gabby from another story of mine, "Tricky Treats". Reading Tricky Treats is not necessary to understand this piece, since this story is set after Tricky. Thoughts/comments/ criticisms are appreciated. There are no spoilers for Tricky Treats, so if you're reading that story, you can also read this one without fear of it ruining the reading experience of Tricky. ~ SWEET NOTHINGS~ by CK Gabrielle stared at the cake slice in front of her. Grandma’s homemade Chocolate Death was a blue ribbon winner at the county fair for five years. Soft, moist, warm chocolate cake slathered in gooey, thick, fudgy chocolate icing and drizzled with sweet, tangy-tart raspberry sauce. Gabby could taste the chocolate heaven already. Her tastebuds tingled in anticipation. She drooled just looking at it, locking her lips as she picked up her fork. This was her favorite dessert of Gram’s repertoire. She leaned forward, nose to the cake, closed her eyes, and inhaled. Sweet cocoa filled her lungs and teased her stomach. Her entire being ached for that first gooey, moist, chocolatey bite. A sudden, loud bark of laughter broke into her concentration. Gabby jerked her head up. Grandpa and Aunt Margaret sat at the other end of the long farmhouse table, lingering over their own half eaten cakes. Marge threw her head back as she laughed heartily. Aunt Margaret. Large Marge. Tub of lard. Gabby watched her plump aunt’s jowls quiver as her laughter died down to amused chuckles. Aunt Marge wore a 5X to hide what she claimed was leftover baby weight from her six kids. The youngest of them was in high school. Gabby’s gaze slid from her aunt’s rotund figure to the huge slab of cake on her plate. Partially eaten, it was still bigger than Gabby’s slice. Not all that fat was baby weight. Gabby winced at her harsh thoughts. She had no room to talk; she had excess weight herself. Nowhere near as large as Marge. Not yet, anyway. But then, Gabby was a pathetic eighteen year old virgin who had never even kissed a guy. On top of that, her bladder leaked like a sieve and she wore diapers. Not thin, discreet pull ups that leaked easily, but big, puffy, noisy, hard to hide diapers. Gabby was going to change all that. Lose the pudge. Become pretty. Become skinny. The diapers she could not help, but if she was skinny and pretty, maybe she’d have a chance with the boys. She’d be just like Aunt Marge’s oldest girl, Angel. Just like her friend Kaoru. Gabby was trying; she’d taken a tiny slice of cake instead of the big slab she usually took. Smaller piece for fewer calories yet she still got to enjoy her favorite, decadent treat. Pretty, skinny Angel had declined any cake. Gabby twirled her fork in the air, just above her cake, as she thought of Angel’s tiny, trim waist. Even less calories if she put the cake back. She’d get skinnier sooner if she didn’t eat it. But it was so moist and gooey and fudgey. Maybe just a few bites, to satisfy her craving...and she could do extra exercise to make up for a bit of decadent indulgence. She would be extra strict with her calories and food choices over the next couple days to help compensate. She shoved a huge forkful into her mouth and instantly melted at the first, heavenly bite. She closed her eyes, savoring the gooey morsel. The soft, spongy cake melted on her tongue while the thick, chocolate icing stuck to the roof of her mouth. Sweet, sugary milk chocolate, bitter dark chased by tangy raspberry danced over her tastebuds. Her senses, her entire being, drowned in chocolatey delight. “Mmmmm.” She moaned her appreciation; she could die happy right now. She swallowed with a contented sigh, her entire body relaxing in satisfaction. A wave of warmth enveloped her crotch as her bladder let loose. The thick, slightly damp padding swaddling her absorbed it all as some urine trickled between her legs to swell over her ample backside. The diaper held it all. The thick, squishy padding further soothed and relaxed her, amplifying the effects of the chocolate. Even after wearing these diapers for several months, she was still amazed at their capacity. They were huge. Monstrous. Godzilla diapers. So thick it was like wearing a pillow. The wide, bulky crotch forced her pudgy thighs apart, giving her an awkward waddle. They came up nearly up to her sternum. Concealment was huge diaper bulge of a problem. She’d taken to wearing loose, flowing dresses and skirts. The generous cut of the garments helped hide her pudgy rolls and ginormous diaper. The loud noise was something she could never hide. She crinkled everywhere she went. She’d given up trying to conceal it. In a way, the constant rustling reassured her she was protected. Every waddling step mean she was safe from embarrassing leaks. Her pull ups had leaked daily; they just could not keep up with her bladder. Wet pants for the world to see. To jeer at. She’d been the laughing stock of her entire school. The world did not associate her crinkly waddle with diapers or pee right away. Bulky diapers were more discrete than wet pants. Her diapers made her feel secure and confident. A big girl who kept herself dry. She no longer peed in her clothes or on furniture. She shifted on her hard, wooden kitchen chair. Her soggy diaper squished and crinkled as she savored another bite of cake. “Mmmm.” She moaned again as the sugary sweetness melted on her tongue.
  15. Will be only way my family will be ok me wearing diapers if start having accidents but i don't think i want to do that.
  16. I just thought this information might be helpful for people that are trying to become incontinent or desire wearing a catheter while in a diaper. I found this site while I was looking for a better way to stretch my urethra. It seemed like most urethral stretching items were for guys and there wasn't too much available for women. I found a few silicone sounds online but for guys again. I kept searching and found siliconenozzles.com . They have silicone urethral sounds, plugs and catheters along with a whole chain of enema nozzles and tubing and such. I have several of their items and recently talked to a staff member there that is making something specifically to accommodate the short length of the female urethral. I can leave more info on that once they get the products on the selves. Why silicone? It is super comfortable. It flexes easily when your body moves and after an hour or so you start to forget that it is in. That site offers sever different silicone softness's to choose from. So, how does this apply to incontinence? Install the plug, allow your sphincter muscles to atrophy and there you have it. Yes, I just way over simplified that long process. You can also wear the ones that have holes bored in them to make catheters. For women to have this super short catheter, that ends right outside the exterior sphincter, can be very risky if you also choose to mess in your diaper also. This can cause a major infection so use extreme caution. And and as always, be sure to sterilize everything after use and maintain a sterile field when inserting the silicone sounds/plugs and catheters.
  17. Mike here

    Hello boys and girls. I'm a prostate cancer survivor, fully functional except I tend to pee when I orgasm. I'm also leaky so I have to wear pads all day. I figure I might as well have some fun with this situation. In fact, when I expel a full bladder while having an orgasm it is quite enjoyable. It would be even more enjoyable to share it with someone who likes it. I don't have a diaper fetish but it could be fun to play around with one or both of us in one. Not into the poop though. Hit me up.
  18. I usually wet myself before bed and am wondering if it is okay to stay in my diaper or if I need to change it because they are so expensive but I need to know for my health.
  19. Sphincterotomy

    So if anyone has followed my posts in the past they would know I've been trying to get a double sphincterotomy lately. For those who haven't, let me explain. I'e always loved wearing diapers for as long as I can remember. About 18 years ago I got into a bad car wreck and have had urge incontinence ever since. Now I certainly do like the diapers but my urges are annoying at best and painful at worst. I've had every med for incontinence, and even a few surgeries to try and eliminate my urges. This has actually made things worse for me as I would just flood my diapers before, but now I also have an obstructive sphincter which means I have a hard time peeing as well. This is like a double wammy on me now since the longer it takes for me to pee the more painful my bladder gets. I'd like to also point out that my urges are most likely a result of neurogenic bladder caused by spinal shock and spinal bruising from my wreck. As such I do not have a conscious control over my bladder that I could choose to give up. This means the 12 month program, or just keeping it relaxed down there, just won't work on me. Nor will hypnosis. About 8 years ago I came to realize that there just wasn't a "cure" out there for me- no matter what my urologists wanted to try. That's when I started looking for ways to make me pee openly without my bladder ever filling up. Thereby eliminating my urges out right, and as a bonus, allow me to sleep through the night. The hard part has been finding a urologist that first, won't focus on solely curing me with more pills. And second, will actually listen to what I want, to help me cut my losses and focus on improving my quality of life. I think I may have found one at my local mayo clinic though. My first appointment with him seemed to have gone pretty good, but now he seems to be wavering a little. He now want's to do another urodynamics test on me- the third one now in a single year. His main concern seems to be that urogists just haven't done sphincterotomies in 6 years now (where was I 8 years ago then). I've written him a personal letter in the hopes it will persuade him to do it, but it seems this is still all in the air. I'm worried this won't work out for me as I see no other realistic alternative for me. I'm still holding out to the hope he will focus on doing me good instead of failing that and doing no harm, but we'll see.
  20. Greetings from Arizona

    Hello everyone, I am 29 years old and have been a bedwetter for most of my life from the age of 5 to 12, I also had mild stress incontinence (I wouldn't wear diapers for it) which whenever I laughed I would pee my pants, I frequently wet the bed and was in Pull-ups. Then at age 16 It came back for good, I was afraid of family finding out so I would buy Goodnites and depends or buy diapers from the thrift store. Eventually my mom went in my room and spotted a used diaper in my trash bin and confronted me. She told me we should see a Doctor so we did and The Doctor said it could be stress related, he then referred me to a Urologist and had some tests and decided I didn't need to see a doctor. My bedwetting is mostly due to being a deep sleeper, and having diabetes insipidus. Most likely I will always be a bedwetter. Since age 16 to being 29, this bedwetting also led me to find a passion and love for wearing diapers, I love the feeling and comfort diapers give me and the security they provide to being dry. Besides being a bedwetter/diaperlover a little bit about me. I am gay and love music and landscape photography as well as making new friends. I am from Mesa, Arizona which is just outside Phoenix.
  21. My name is Elisabeth and I'm a 34 year old female living in Norway. I was born in May, hence my username. Last October I was in a bike accident that left me urinary incontinent due to nerve damage in my spinal cord. The doctors insisted it's a temporary issue, but eight months in with no real improvement I'm pretty sure it's permanent. I've been wearing diapers 24/7 since I was discharged from the hospital after the accident and in the beginning I hated it. Now I've accepted my fate. It's not the end of the world. Diapers have enabled me to live a fairly normal life and although it sucks sometimes I have more good days than bad. I recently came across this forum and decided to create an account to connect with other people in my situation. Looking forward to getting to know ya'll. :-)
  22. I don't trust those other dating websites so that's why am posting here and since I live in Scotland in Angus area it was about the best place for the right attention. 30yo male seeks a girlfriend to live with as am bored living on my own and I have an ongoing problem with my bowels as I suffer from constant diarrhea and I was partly incontinent 3years ago so its why I would rather live with someone of the same problem so we both are more understanding when we are emotionally feeling bad about our self's. I have asbergers syndrome so I live on disability benefits but I do drive and I own a car plus I even fix buses as a hobby on a sunday am also a brony as am in to my little pony friendship is magic and am a furry as am also making a fur suit so I can be a colorful fox as my fursona My skype ( craig.anderson945 ) My e-mail ( [email protected] )
  23. Chapter 1 Have you ever thought that your life was going according to plan? You had your daily routine of either going to work or going to school. You’d spend time with family and friends. There would be bumps in the road, but things always had a certain way of working out. This was life. Everything always happened for a reason. Most of the time, you just didn’t know that reason right away. This is what happened with me. My name is Alexander, but it’s Alex for short. I’m an ABDL. Well, that is, I used to be an ABDL. What happened? Before I can tell you that story, we’ll need to go back to the beginning. I was your typical student. I got good grades. My extracurricular credentials were in order. I was in numerous clubs and academic teams. Yeah, I said academic teams. The athletic genes kind of skipped a generation. Mom was a majorette while dad was a phenomenal track and field star. You could say I had a lot to live up to, but my grades were doing the job. Peter Smith and Eddie Jacobs had been with me since elementary school. They were my best friends. We hung out together constantly. It was no wonder that they would lend a hand in turning me into who I am today. The day was like any other day. The three of us would always walk to Peter’s house after school since it was the closest. We walked inside and straight up to Peter’s room and lounged on his bed. His parents had not gotten off of work yet, so the house was empty. Usually, we just played video games, but this day was apparently an exception. “How about we play some truth or dare?†Peter asked. “What?†I chuckled, “Are you serious?†“Yes, I think it would be pretty fun.†“I’m down.†Eddie and I chorused at the same time. “Truth or dare?†Peter asked me. “Dare.†I said ready for anything that could be thrown at me. “I dare you to Google the phrase ‘adult baby’ and click the first result.†He demanded. There was a slight moment of silence as I approached Peter’s computer and opened up the Google Chrome web browser. I heard the clicking of the keys as I put in that phrase. As the search results came up, I clicked the very first one. It turned out to be some website called Daily Diapers. “What is this,†I asked as I looked around, “and why are all these grown men and women wearing diapers!?†“It beats me. I came across this website one day and laughed my ass off. I thought you’d find some hilarity in it as well.†“Yeah, well you got me man. This is pretty weird! That is all I have to say.†Eddie was trying his best to stifle laughter, but he was doing a horrible job of it. This was too much. “Alex, you’ve had your turn and did not wimp out. Good job…now, its Peter’s turn.†Eddie said when his composure came back. I went back to my place on the bed and listened as the guys took their turns. Try as I might, I could not pay attention. There was something about that website. Why were people so comfortable being in diapers? Diapers were for babies, right? I did not understand the logic of this. There had to be a deeper point. I guess I just had to shake it off for now. ***** On my walk home, I could not avoid thinking about that website. Those people looked so happy. It seemed as if they had mastered the art of going back to a simpler time in their lives. To tell you that I was completely paying attention to Peter and Eddie would be a lie. During their turns, I ended up using my phone to go to DailyDiapers.com. Something was telling me to at least try this way of living. I felt around in my pocket and found a bit of money. Approaching the local drugstore, I ducked in and quickly went to the incontinence aisle. I grabbed a package of size medium adult diapers and walked to the register. For those of you who have never gotten diapers for the first time, it is very nerve-racking. The silence of the walk was deafening. All I saw was the cashier. Everybody else ceased to exist. My feet were like lead as I got closer and closer. Questions started finding their way into my mind. Will I get caught? Does the cashier know? Should I go through with this? Will I know her? Finally, I handed the cashier the package. “Your total comes to $11.73. Will that be cash or card?†She asked. “Cash.†I said as I handed over the money and left the store. I walked the rest of the blocks to my house and made my way inside. Mom was in the living room, so she’d be easy to avoid. The last thing I needed was for her to play a game of ‘20 Questions’ with me. I snuck past her and dashed straight up to my room making sure to lock the door. Now, I cannot tell you why I did what I did next, but I did it. The package of diapers found its way into the back of my closet. I did not touch them for the rest of the day. You could say that I felt uneasy about the whole thing. The next day brought with it that same uneasiness. I knew that I had to bite the bullet and try wearing. I locked my door and went to the closet to retrieve the package. With package in my grasp, I tore the slick plastic and took one of the white objects in my hand. It possessed a certain softness. Now was as good as any other time. I stripped off my shirts and underwear, and spread the garment out flat on the floor. I laid atop the diaper and taped it up snug. I got up and went over to the mirror and marveled at my current condition. An over-sized toddler stared back at me. It was scary how similar I looked, yet I liked it. From then on, diapers were a part of me. They were engraved within my being. Wearing diapers became a lifestyle choice. Sure, it had its drawbacks. I had to constantly be secretive about wearing and disposing of the diapers. Yes, I did use them. I still had a dilemma: the lack of a caretaker. From my readings of the website, there were nannies, babysitters, siblings, mommies, and daddies. They were adults who were happy taking care of the adult babies (as I had now identified as). But I soon learned a harsh reality of this lifestyle. Finding a caretaker was next to impossible. I began posting everywhere across the internet looking for that right person. Eventually, I settled on an online Daddy. Why did I pick a Daddy if I am a guy? The reasoning was very simple. My parents divorced when I was around the age of seven. It was just my mom and I. Dad came around, but not as much as a child would desire. I missed having him around all the time. My early life lacked that necessary father figure. I decided that I needed to make up those missed years with a Daddy of my own. The man I called “Daddy†eventually did leave me. It turns out that he had multiple Littles besides me. Oh, and he had been lying to me for months about them. You live and you learn. ***** The years flew by, and I graduated high school. My grades stayed amazing enough to gain acceptance into a good state university. I would be majoring in psychology. The mind had always fascinated me, and I honestly wanted to learn more about it. There was also another reason. I wanted to expand how we as humans think and have infantilism regarded as more than just taboo. My life was going well. Remember what I said about life? Things always have a way of changing when you least expect it. Little did I know, college was about to throw me a curveball.
  24. I suppose this is the place to start, but I may be somewhat the outlier here. Here's why: First off, I've been dealing with bladder incontinence for over twenty ears. Originated due to a personal injury mishap. I'm over fifty years old and straight. I am, then, incontinent "INCO", as my UK friends might say and oddly, still a DL, of sorts and with a few twists & kinks* Never adapted an interest in things adult baby. Knows and experiences the properties of cloth and real rubber vs. disposable and plastic-pvc. In real life, few know of my bladder control problems; fewer still know I'm DL and I wish it to remain this way. *Further explanations I can give privately since I do consider a lot of this to be very private and intimate, and may not be too appropriate for public posting here, out in the open. (one rarely regrets what goes unsaid and that's why I'm reserved). Not to mention, I've said enough already for a first post (compared to other intros). Thanks for reading! Andy
  25. Brad's Revenge

    This is my third story which is largely based around the concept of "Megan Getting what she Deserves" which is being orchestrated on/off by Jeffy25 with a slight touch of "The New Babysitter" which is on hold but orchestrated by Astra as well as a hint of the Claire series by JDL23 and a dose of "Diapered for Summer" with it's orchestration on hold by Tom1215. "And now, for a taste of things to come": 12-year-old Brad Jefferson didn't like certain aspects of his life: his mother died in a car accident when he was six and he was with her; despite his survival though, he's become incontinent without any way to get out of diapers. His father David knew it wasn't his fault because he was sound asleep in the back of her car with the only noise coming from him was some minor snoring; she looked at him which took her eyes off the road. Robert tried to date again but was unsuccessful until he met Jacqueline Mason (Jacqui for short) who had two daughters Melissa (age 17) and Debra (age 13). Jacqui and Melissa immediately saw the boy and made him feel welcome immediately whereas Debra despised him right off the bat; she constantly teased him about his incontinence and called him a baby no matter what anyone including Brad had said. During the summer between their 6th, 7th & 8th grade years respectively, Debra had Brad do everything in the house while she and her friends had a massive party all summer in the house with Brad being a one-boy maid, butler, waiter, etc. while David and Jacqui were away on business since their corporations had been merged while Melissa was with her boyfriend Tony out of state; Brad was at the mercy of Debra and her friends the whole time. If he wasn't tending to his "duties", Brad was forced to stay in a playpen, eat in a highchair and sleep in a crib which Debra acquired by using Brad's life savings with her telling him "Babies don't need money for anything"; a spare room was converted into a nursery. With school starting in two weeks, Brad and Debra's elders (Melissa included) came home to the horrors of what they saw: the house in a disaster with Debra naked from the waste-down with a guy none of them knew and no sign of Brad in the crowd. More will come about as soon as I have an idea of where to take it so come back when an update is posted SAME DIAPER-SITE; SAME DIAPER-STORY To Be Continued