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  1. "danny what are you doing with those?" He looks at his older brother in a big disposable diaper. It had been only a year sence his brother danny came home, and Bobby was so happy for him to be done with school. finally he was getting his best bud back. But danny had changed. It happened about a week into his stay at his moms place. Bobby accidentally walked in on him his but cutely adored with baby printed adult diapers. bobby said nothing he just looked in shock at the big thick diaper on his older brothers backside after all the were 25 years old. Well Bobby was 22 but who's counting. "danny?"
  2. WARNING: While I don't have any sexual content. This story is very very graphic. I am VERY descriptive. Anyway I am back, this time with another name that starts with the letter J. Enjoy. Chapter 1 College... Never thought that I would see the day that I would be heading off to college. I thought as I lay in my bed, starring up at the ceiling fan. Tomorrow would be the first official day of summer and the first day of not having to go to high school anymore. I’m never going to miss that horrid place. I hope college will be better than high school. Knock knock “So, how does it feel Jamie?” “Being done with high school, great” “I can’t believe my baby boy is all grown up now. I’m proud of you James” my mom said as she shed a tear and hugged me. “Thanks mom” I said as I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sure you’re tired from such a long day. I will let you get your rest” she said as got up and went to the door. “Goodnight, and sweet dreams” “Goodnight mom” I turned on my CD player and let the relaxing ambiance drift me to sleep. “James?” I cracked my eyes open and felt very cold. “Why is it so cold? … and wet?” It felt as though I had been swimming. Then it clicked. Not again... “You seemed to have had another accident?” Damnit. That makes this the third time this week. I just sighed. “Look, Jamie, I’m not upset. It’s not your fault. But, this is getting frequent” “Yeah, I know. I just don’t know why” “The doctor said it is just something you will grow out of” “I’m 18, I would have thought I’d have grown out of it by now. Also, why is it getting more frequent? It only used to happen once every one or two months” “Somethings just take time. It is probably just a phase like when you were ten. However, you are going to wreck the mattress at this rate” I know where she is going with this. “Maybe you should consider wearing some protection again. Just until this dies down” I sighed as I knew where she was going to go from here again. “Let me guess, Goodnites again” “Cheer up, you didn’t seem to mind it when you were younger” She was right. I didn’t mind wearing them at all. They were soft and comfortable. They also allowed me to not wake up in a smelly frozen lake. But, it was something that prevented me from sleepovers and made traveling more complex. “I guess you’re right. I mean it is only at night. But, I’m pretty sure I won’t fit into Goodnites” “You probably won’t. But I will take care of that. Now you go off and shower while I take care of things here” The cold damp underwear clung to my skin as I jumped up to have a nice warm shower. As the water washed away last night I began to think. Diapers... it has been eight years. Why did I have to start wetting again. However, somewhere deep down, I didn’t mind them. They made me feel young again and I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready to grow up yet. I shut off the water and got dressed. “I’m going to the store” my mom called out bringing me out of my thought. “Okay” I called back. Life is to short to get caught up thinking about these things. I will just roll with whatever comes of it. That was just how I was. I tended to just roll with whatever life gave me. Can’t really get caught up thinking about things that you have no control over. I threw on some clothes and played video games. Hours seemed to fly by as I enjoyed the first day of summer. I heard the door open. “Jamie, I am home” I heard my mom call out. I quit my game and went to help her with the bags. “Hi mom” “Thanks for the help” she smiled as she handed me some bags. “What all did you get?” I asked as I closed the door. “Some groceries, supplies, and these” She pulled out a large light purple package. Molicare Super Plus, so is that what they call big Goodnites? “So, are those my new Goodnites” I sighed. I still was not really looking forward to needing them but, as long as it was just between my mom and me, I think I could manage. “Sort of. They are a bit different to take on and off” “How so?” “Well, I might have to help you a bit with putting them on or at least show you how to do it. Also, you can’t really slip them on and off” She mumbled. “So how do I take them off and put them on?” “They are more like diapers than Goodnites, they have tapes. Which means that you can’t really take them off without needing a new one. I would prefer that we didn’t have to waste three or four diapers a night. So, once they go on, they don’t come off until morning” “What if I wake up and have to go in the middle of the night?” “Either try and hold it” “That probably will not work” “Or you can just go. They are meant for it. You wouldn’t even have to get out of your warm bed” That would be nice. I remember doing that with the Goodnites on a few chilly nights. I was just to comfortable. That also led to them leaking on a few occasions. “Wouldn’t that cause them to leak?” “No, these are better than your old Goodnites” A rumble from my stomach also reminded me of something that I rarely have to do at night, but on occasion. “What if I have to do more than pee?” “Oh, other than trying to wait until morning. In that case you can come and wake me” “Ya, wouldn’t want to lose another set of sheets like that time I had food poisoning” I replied, remembering when I nine I had food poisoning. I went to bed in my Goodnite like normal, but I was feeling rather ill. The next morning I woke up to a disgusting grime. I still remember clearly how awful it smelled and how the Goodnite leaked everywhere. “Unlike Goodnites these are able to handle such events. Not that I expect any to happen. But, your sheets are ‘protected’ either way” she giggled. “Okay” That was a terrible pun. But, at least I will never have to repeat having to fill my pants. Though she oddly said it would be alright? I guess it is comforting to know that they are better than Goodnites in some aspects. I was still a little annoyed a the fact that I would not be able to take them off. But, I could live with it. “Anyway, what’s for dinner?” I asked sort of wanting to change the subject. “Pasta” “Cool, I will take these upstairs to my room and play about on my computer” I said as I grabbed to purple package. “Alright sweety”
  3. Chapter 1 - after school change Sarah was walking home to her aunts place with her friends after school. As any other teenagers they were giggling about everything under the sun. Sarah looked at her watch to see it was 10 to 3 she should hurry, though that was also reaasured by the urgency in her belly, her bladder ached for relief . - I got to run you guys my aunt is waiting for me with lunch - oh lucky you ! No chores no watching annoying little kids - yeah lucky me - sarah muttered as she ran off. True she had no chores or responsibilities at her aunts house , but she had no freedom either . Well a freedom of a 2 y o. That's how she was treated anyway. - auntie auntie I m home ! - she called out as she hurriedly took of her school shoes and put down her bag - oh there you are Sarah - said Lilian walking out of the kitchen smiling with a knowing look on her face - you are in such a hurry to get home to me aren't you little girl ? - yes auntie - Sarah said in a little girls voice though in her had she wanted to scream . She squirmed uncomfortably . - what's the matter little one? - her aunt asked in a sweet voice though she knew exactly the cause of her nieces invinvience . sarah bit her lip struggling to get the words out. - do you need to go potty ? - Lilian asked sweetly extending her hand for Sarah to take . Sarah nodded as she took her aunts hand letting her lead her up the stairs. - have you been a good little girl and did as you were told ? - her aunt asked as they walked into the main bathroom . - yes auntie - she said . She did as she was instructed . Not allowed to use those "filthy dirty germy bathrooms at school " as her aunt would say. Lilian stirred the girl into a big bathroom which already had everything she needed layed out. Looking at her niece up and down and though she could see the squirming brought on by a full bladder, she added like everyday her niece got home - I hope you didn't use those nasty toilets at school like I taught you ! - no auntie - Sarah said squirming more desperate for relief. She always felt her aunt doing the entire "after school change " process in the bathroom just to mock her. She looked at the pink unicorn decorated potty chair wishfully though she far passed the age it was meant to . Lilian slowly closed the tiolet lid and set herself down - come here darling let auntie get you out of this uncomfortable uniform . Sarah stepped infront of her aunt with her back to her knowing that resisting is pointless. -raise your arm little one - Lilian instructed as she pulled off Sarah's dress leaving the girl standing infront of her in just her socks panties and bra. Next she unhooked her bra . - let's get this uncomfortable thing off and put on your nice comfie shirt - her nice comfie shirt was in reality not comfie nor a shirt . It was a snap crotch pink bodysuit. The bodysuit was pulled down but the crotch remained unsnapped. Sarah instinctively closed her eyes shut as she felt her aunts fingers fiddling around her wait pulling down her panties . - step out , oh such a good girl ! Now let's get you nice and ready for your special panties ! Lilian expertly spread a generous amount of cream over her nieces crotch - here we go now step in good girl ! Sarah felt the fluffy pullups or as her aunt referred to them her special panties around her ankle. - ups we almost forgot ! - Lilian exclaimed though not for a second did it slip her mind - Your little medicine ! Here we go sweetie be a good girl for auntie and bend forward . Sarah bent uncomfortably . It pressed on her very full bladder increasing the need to relieve herself unbearably and she hated the suppositories her aunt inserted into her. She groaned softly as she felt the first one pass her spinchter - now now Sarah you are not going to be a silly little girl are you ? These are your special little friends to help you go potty . There all done now . Here let's pull up your panties now . Sarah felt her aunt adjust the waistband of her pullup and clenched her spinchter as thighs as she could knowing no matter how much she had to go it wasn't time yet. - there now let's get you dressed up nicely - Lilian said as she closed the buttons on the crotch of the bodysuit. - and step on now - She proceeded to add a pink girly skirt over her bodysuit. - now don't you look just adorable! Well almost let auntie get your hair fixed all nice before we have some nice lunch Lilian turned Sarah around standing her between her 2 knees. She started brushing her locks into 2 plaits. Sarah took a deep breath as her aunt pulled her hair with the brush knowing she couldn't fight her need to pee longer, she closed her eyes as she let her bladder loose. - aw did my little girl need to go pee pee ? - Lilian asked smiling , though of course she herself knew Sarah was desperate to relieve the pressure in her bladder . Sarah blushed as she felt her aunts hand on her crotch as the warmth of her pee filled the pullup and made her uncomfortably warm . - oh yes this little girl needed to go pee pee didn't she ? Good thing she has her special panties that can keep all her pee pees now isn't it ? Sarah nodded . Still blushing . She felt humiliated having to wet her pullup right infront of her aunt but she had no power to resist the urge any longer. - my my you should have told auntie you had to pee pee now auntie doesn't have time to put you in a clean pair of panties it's time for lunch ! Sarah knew very well that begging to use the bathroom wouldn't have changed the process . Lilian would have told her that big girls can hold their pee pees and little girls who don't have special panties. Lilian led Sarah to the table by her hand . Sarah felt as if she was sitting on a towel as she sat down on her now soaked pullups . She glanced at her aunt . She doesn't seem mad she thought so maybe today I could use the potty instead of the pullup . She stopped herself angrily . How could she be wishing at her age to be seated on a child's potty chair with her aunt sitting beside her ?
  4. There was a great flash like lightening, and heat filled the room. He felt himself burning and woke in panic, not understanding what was going on. All around him was piercing noise, sirens slowly twisting into screams. His breath was cut off. In the noise he wasn’t sure if his calls for help were going unanswered or simply never left his mouth. He was in the air, moving without will as he was crushed against a mass of rough brown cloth. Screams still followed, distant and barely audible under a moaning, lurching sound, but piercing into his ears and his mind none the less, and going answered. He was outside. He felt the ground under his body. The cold air cut into him after the intense heat and he fell shuddering. The screaming continued, but morphed into a moaning, crashing sound, and stopped. Noise filled the gap. People were crying. Sirens wailed. The screaming remained inside him, echoing in his mind, and mixing with the ice cold wind. Something wrapped around him and he was warm again, and he hoped to never feel that cold again. He was in another place. The cold was gone, but the screaming remained. It was a different sort, a deeper, thicker, rougher shout, but still there, and he shuddered. Steven awoke in a cold sweat. The alarm was going off, screeching for his attention. He hit the button. He would have to get that sound changed.He got undressed and headed into the shower. He turned on the nozzle, and the heat came with a loud hiss… Burning, screaming… He shook his head and removed the thoughts. He blanked them out, turning his mind to other things. He had to get up. He had to get dressed. He had his job to do and a random nightmare was no excuse not to.He got clean as quickly as he could, dried off, and got dressed. His typical black suit and tie, along with permanently polished shoes and watch. He grabbed his long coat to go with it, and headed down stairs to the kitchen. Breakfast was already waiting for him. He thanked his maid and moved out the door.He got in a car - this one was a red sports car, for every second day of the work week- and turned the ignition, preparing himself for the noise. He had paid more than enough for it, and as the salesman said “if it doesn’t wake the neighbors, its not doing its job.” He never really enjoyed it too much, but it was almost expected to own something similar where he worked. He could drive in something cheaper. No one would really say anything. They would think it, though.The engine came alive and roared loudly… Crashing, moaning…“DAMINT!” he shouted. He thought he had gotten rid of those images. Years of hard work and secretive therapy sessions should have ensured it.He could call in sick. No one would say anything, of course. He was allowed to.They would all think it though. Just like the car. His boss was on his fifteenth year without a break. His step father had gone the full 35 years before his age granted him the leniency for sick days.He cursed, and drove off.He arrived at the office twenty-five minutes early, or, as he called it, ‘late’. He walked through the long grey hallways dotted with cubical and water coolers and made his way to his office. He passed by people he knew by name and department and flashed polite, empty smiles. He opened the door and went in. He had a large, lightly decorated office with a massive desk, a garbage can and a window whose blinds he kept perpetually closed. People started drifting into the building, chatting around his office. He concentrated on his work, but the noise built until finally had to slam his door shut.The time drifted by in odd bursts and lulls. He didn’t pay it much mind, he had work to do, and wouldn’t leave until it was done.A loud screeching noise made him jump.Screaming, shouting…He looked down at his phone and lifted the receiver.“Hello is this the Henry Berran Brokers?” a shrill voice asked.“Yes, this is Mergers and Acquisitions,” he replied.“Excellent. Do you know…”Something was happening outside. People were speaking, loudly.“if that is true, should we…”He took out a pen and began copying down what she told him.The voices were getting louder. Through the closed door, he couldn’t make out what they were saying.“And then I’ll need…”He made out the sound of his senior, Michael McNaughton. He began to shout at someone. He was always shouting.Shouting, screaming…“large tubes of..”He was getting louder and louder. He could picture him, red faced…Burning, steaming…Shouting louder, louder…Screaming, calling…“place it inside…”Someone was crying.Crying, moaning…“it may hurt a bit…”He was throwing things, tearing them apart.Moaning, crashing… The last remains of sunlight cut through the blinds, hurting his eyes.Burning, cutting“But I think we are ready…”Steven shouted and through his phone from his desk. It crashed into the wall opposite of him. He stared at it, breathing heavily.Finally he ran up to it again and picked it up. The women was still speaking.“Hello? What was that? It sounded like a crash!” she said.“Sorry, I, uhh… dropped my phone,” he replied.“Alright. Well is there anything else you need to know?”“No, that is fine,” Steven said. He was sure he had everything he needed in his notes.“Aright, well, goodbye! Thanks for everything.”“No, thank you.” He hung up the phone.He stared down at his notepad. Gibberish, completely illegible.He tried to remember any detail of the call. Her name, where she worked… nothing came to mind.He tore the piece of paper from his notebook and threw it into the trash bin. Hopefully it wasn’t anything important. He thought about calling back the same number, but it would probably only lead to a directory, and that was useless without knowing the department which called.He looked at his watch. It was late, most people were probably clearing the office. Never the less, he sat back down at his desk and kept working. There was still work to do, and leaving too early would always look bad.When he finally finished it was dark. The air was cold,Cold air, howling wind… and he pulled his jacket against it. He got into his car and began to drive away.He watched the road as closely as he could. The images from the dream kept coming back, and he shook them out of his mind.He turned the radio on, hoping it would help him clear the images out.He didn’t know the station. It seemed good enough at first, people talking calmly. They were announcing a new song. It came on gently, with a moment of silence. There was a voice whispering something, getting louder, and louder..Suddenly the singer was screamingScreaming, shoutingThe guitar came blasting randomly, pouring out notes faster and faster.Moaning, burning…The drums pounded.Crashing, falling. Screaming, shouting Falling, biting Burning, chocking, Flashing, cutting Howling, whining He screamed and fumbled at the radio. He looked down to turn the nob, and didn’t notice the light changing in front of him. He sped through, and a truck smashed into the side of his vehicle.…Steven woke up again, this time to gentle singing. He had no idea where he was. He was surrounded by warmth, and felt cushions piled around him. Everything was soft and silken, from the voice to the blankets. He sank into them and wished he could go back to sleep. He hadn’t felt this way in as long as he could remember.Finally he opened his eyes completely, and saw a white tiled roof he did not recognize. He sat up completely. He looked down at himself. He seemed to be fine. He didn’t seem to be injured and couldn’t feel pain anywhere. He was wearing long white pajamas. They weren’t his own, but they were comfortable and fit perfectly. The room he was in was painted a golden hue, and had wall to wall carpeting.There was a women sitting on a chair in front of him. She had been the one singing, and stopped when he saw her.“What is going on? Where am I?” he asked.“Don’t worry about that right now. You are safe,” she replied, in a voice as soft as the cushions.“But I need to contact someone. I need to get back to work, I…” he stopped as she shushed him and put a finger on his lips.“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Don’t even think about work. It will all be alright. You are with us now, and we are going to take care of you. We will take care of everything you’ll ever need, and everything you could ever want. All you have to do is trust us.”Despite their strangeness, he felt a calm reassurance at her words. He realized he really did trust her. He nodded, and smiled. (If anyone is wondering, there is going to be ABDL material later. The story just needed some set up. So don't worry your pampered butts :p)
  5. “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
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  9. A Calf in Stardew Valley NOTES: I'm not really sure what to say about this one. It features a human and a meta-human half-cow. It was converted from an RP between a friend and myself and takes place in the fictional setting of Stardew Valley from the video game of the same name. The main character in this case is named Kennedy, all of the other supporting characters besides Mel are characters in the game. ... I'm a fan of 'monster girls' and its been fun to write. WARNING: Bad language, adult themes, diaper usage, lemon fan-fic. CHAPTER 1 Marnie smiles when she sees Kennedy, but she also looked a bit tense. “Oh, there you are, dear! I’ve been waiting… the new, uh, livestock is a bit of a handful. Poor dear. I can’t imagine she’s happy being sent here like that. You have the new ‘barn’ ready and everything, right?” Kennedy offered up a polite smile and nodded, at least pretending like she understood. In truth when she’d requested some new livestock from Marnie, she’d been VERY confused when she’d gotten back some requirements for how the “barn” would need to be built. Robin, the towns resident builder was more than happy to build whatever she needed, but still, what sort of cow needed a .. crib? Sure, Kennedy was still new to livestock and Marnie was the expert, but she’d never imagined anything like this. The new “barn” might have been a guest house if it weren’t for the milking buckets and bails of hay stored in the silo. “The barn’s built and ready. Pierre even stopped by with Caroline to drop off the supplies. Caroline wouldn’t stop giggling and talking about how Pierre’s going to need to start stocking ‘padding on the regular’ now. I had no idea what she was talking about… and I won’t lie, I’m a little anxious and a bit excited to see my livestock,” she said as she tried to peer into the cattle car. “Just a minute Ms. Kennedy,” Marnie nodded. “Just so you know what you’re getting into. She’s quite scared, what with the train ride and relocation and all that. She’s not your normal calf… she’s well, stubborn. Apparently they had to gag and restrain her for the ride because she was such a handful. Poor thing is used to being an adult, but now… well, she’s just a baby in a whole new world. Just be gentle with them,” Marnie tries to smile. “Ready?” Kennedy nodded, even if she still looked more confused than ever. As someone used to getting things done, she was quick to put her hands on the cattle car door, working right alongside Marnie to tug it open. The car creaked and groaned a little as some dust flew up and the door yawned open. Kennedy could barely hold herself back, poking her head in. “Hello? Er… I hope your ride was all right, there’s nothing to be scared of. My names Kennedy, Kennedy Claire, and I run the KC Farm and Ranch. You’re my…” and Kennedy stopped as she came past the slats to see for the first time what her ‘livestock’ actually was. Inside the stall, a girl was secured with a leash sitting atop a soft pile of hay. There were tiny horns poking out of her red hair. Instead of human ears, she had those of a cow, her legs were different too, she even had hooves on her feet! In short, she was not human. For the farm, she had an ample chest, with milk beading at her nipples and dampening her clothing. Aside from a simple short forest green dress, she wasn’t wearing anything else. Looking at Marnie and Kennedy, the cowgirl shuffled a little, trying to cover herself a little more with the hay. It was almost inhumane the way she’d be ‘shipped’ to them. “Oh dear,” Marnie frowned, noticing some of the soiled hay. “They didn’t even have her diapered for the trip. I told them…” She moved closer, slowly and calmly. “Hi hun, you’re Melissa right? I’m sorry about all this. Cowgirls are still classified as livestock so even though it’s awful, they have to transport you like, well.. a cow” Marnie said, looking embarrassed. The cow girl just looked down at her feet and let out a soft sigh before looking to the collar and leash on her neck. She gave the leash a little tug, causing the ring it was connected too on the wall to clack. “I uh…” Kennedy was at a loss for words. She understood what this girl was, she’d just never seen metahumans like this before. She had seen goblins and one of the mer-people, but this was different. This must have been what Marnie meant when she’d asked if Kennedy was up for a challenge. She looked the girl over. She was cute in a way, and her heart went out to any creature that was scared and looked so vulnerable, but it with so many human qualities to the cowgirl it was hard to not think of her as one. For a moment Kennedy forgot that Marnie was there, she rolled up her and put out a hand to gently warm the cowgirl’s shoulder. With her other hand she started undoing the leash from the ring, which thankfully Marnie had a key for. “How about we get you out of here, get you fed and cleaned up. Marnie said your name’s Melissa, is that true? Can you talk?” She asked, perhaps a little dumbly. Kennedy actually didn’t know enough about the new metahuman she’d be caring for to know just how much was meta and how much was human. Melissa finally lifted her head and gave a nod as she was freed from the wall ring. She slowly got to her feet, tugging at her dress. For a meta-human, she was on the tall side, just about 6 feet which put her a good 3 inches taller than Kennedy. “I meant it when I said it earlier. I’m sorry you had to travel this way. I know this isn’t going to be easy… for either of us, but I’m here, and I stood up and said I’d take care of you,” Kennedy added as she stood aside and let the cowgirl get her bearings. “I like your horns,” she added as an afterthought. “Thanks. I don’t like them. They’re still growing and they itch” she frowns, stretching the kinks out of her legs and thumbing her collar. “Bastards tied me up when I objected to being treated entirely like an animal. I know what I signed up for, but that was total bullshit. I really hope that wherever you have for me to live is way better. And hopefully with hot water. I could use a good shower,” She groans as she stretches. “And,” she blushes, “I probably need to be… you know… milked?” Milking was something more along the lines of what she’d been expecting to do. “Come on,” Kennedy said as she motioned with her head for them to follow her to the cattle car door. “I think the one thing I can give you is a nice surprise with is your new home. Marnie gave me starter guides and I followed them to the best I could to prepare for your care,” she said as she led the way out the car and down the loading ramp. Melissa flips off the workers as she steps out of the car, but they don’t give her a second glance. Although Melissa didn’t seem to mind being near naked in just the simple short dress with nothing underneith, it was still a little awkward for Kennedy to be walking alongside her as they were. Melissa notices the awkward glances after a moment. “You can just call me Mel, and please stop staring, I’m not entirely used to this body either. I really just need to wash.” Kennedy tilted her head at that and reached into the back of her jeans, pulling out her ‘A novice guide to metahuman calf care’. It had obviously been read a few times in the last week, and quite a few pages had slips of papers book marking important details. Kennedy thumbed it open to cleaning and tried to glance over the section again as they kept walking along. “Oh great,” Mel rolls her eyes. “You’ve read the book. I’m sure you must know everything.” “I’ll be straight with you. I don’t.” Kennedy said, not connecting with the sarcasm. “I’m new to this, and I’ve been told so are you. I promise though. I’m a doer and if you suffer any discomfort, it won’t be from my lack of trying,” she said as she didn’t take her eyes off the page. On the page, a colorful illustration didn’t show a shower, but rather a tub with caregiver scrubbing her calf in it. The barn had a stand-up shower and a claw foot tub, and following the book, Kennedy was pretty sure she knew how best to clean Mellissa when it came to it. “I think you two will get along fine,” Marnie chuckled at that, being no stranger to the riggers of ranch work herself. Although she certainly hadn’t dealt with metahumans before. This was her first sale of them to be honest, and even then she was only acting as a middleman. She still wasn’t quite sure how the town would react. Most of the nicer folks, Leah, Robin, Penny and the lot, would probably be curious and certainly kind, but some of the old farty holdouts, like George and Pam would not come around any time soon to this new source of dairy. The train station wasn’t too far away from the KC Farm & Ranch. The trail through the woods came out by the north fields and not too far past them was the newly built barn and home for Kennedy’s new metahumans. “Well Mel, it’s your new home.” “Great,” Mel sighs. “Can I shower now? So done with this animal bullshit. Grow a bigger pair of breasts and suddenly you’re not allowed to take a fucking shower.” Marnie frowns, looking at Kennedy as if to say “Handful, told you.” Kennedy nods. “Thanks Marnie, I think I got this from here. I’ll call if I run into any situation where I’m at a total loss, but I think me and Mel just need to get to know each other for now,” she said. She went over to the door and pressed a button similar to what you’d see on a garage door opener, sending the door to a gentle sliding motion to get it open. “A shower is not actually what’s in my book,” Kennedy told Melissa. “How about I run you a nice hot bath?” “As long as I get to take it alone,” she sighs. “I need to scrub off after that filthy train car.” The inside of the barn was very homey. The floor was a soft wood, easy to clean and not too hard on hooves. The main area was relatively open with a few things for Mel, such as a duvet and even a small TV in the corner. Toward the back were some of the more common barn items, a few bails of hay in case it needed to be spread around, and the milking bucket as well as a simple machine if it was needed. There were two ‘rooms’ of a sort. Similar to the cattle car, the barn had low divider walls and the two sections off the main room were the bathroom and the ‘bedroom’. The latter of which had a rather large and comfy looking crib for Melissa the ‘calf’ as per the instructions in Kennedy’s care guide. Kennedy left Mel to look the place over a moment while she went to the bathroom and started the hot water in the claw foot tub. Aside from the clawfoot tub in the bathroom there was no actual toilet, instead there was a large diaper pail, a changing table and a plenty of stocked diapers in a rather large size. For Melissa it looked like they’d fit… another part of the guidebooks Kennedy had. Hearing the water, Mel walked toward the bathroom. “Thank god. Hot water sounds amazing after…” She takes two steps into the area before she notices the changing table and lack of toilets. “Are those… no. No, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I am not wearing one of those,” she hisses, turning towards the door. Then she notices the crib. “Oh my good fucking gods. Nope, I’m done. This is over,” she shrieks, stomping towards the door. “My daddy had a saying. You don’t shit where you sleep,” Kennedy said, hurrying to try and get in front of Mel. “Now, before you get huffy and curdle your milk, let me ask you straight,” and Kennedy took a quick step or two so she could insert herself between Mel and the door. “How much control do you have? When was the last time you sat your butt down on a toilet now that you’ve got hooves? You want to live and sleep in filth?” Mel’s face turned bright red. “T-that’s not a fair question!” Melissa actually stomps her hoof. “I’ve been in cattle cars and stalls and vet’s offices where I haven’t even been asked ONCE!” “Well, where are you going to go now? If I step out of the way, where are you going to go off too? I promised I’d care for you, and this was the instruction I was given. Whether you want to admit it or not, I suspect you need those diapers. So please, I know this is difficult, but let’s get you into the water. You said you wanted a bath right?” She asked as she started trying to distract the standoffish calf with a gesture toward the tub and hot water. “I said I wanted to take a bath alone! Not be bathed like some-- some…” Her whole body tenses and she stands completely still… as a small trickle runs down her leg before its suddenly a light stream, forming a puddle on the floor. “Too busy to ask me for the bathroom huh?” Kennedy asked as she raised an eyebrow and watched Melissa. “You’re a calf hun. I don’t know what saw fit to make you this way, but c’mon… unless you want to keep smelling and dirtying yourself, why don’t you let me help you,” she said as she stepped forward and reached out to take Melissa’s hand by the wrist. She gave it a tug, nothing too hard, but enough to let her know she meant what she was saying. Mel allows herself to be led. She started sobbing as soon as Kennedy touched her. “It’s not fair!” She stomps. “It’s not my fault! It’s all the people who’ve treated me like this for the past two weeks! I’m not just a farm animal!” “And I’m not going to treat you like one. You have a name, and now you have a home… We’re talking right now, I’m not telling you things like you are stupid livestock, I’m trying to help you,” Kennedy said, at least feeling somewhat empathetic with Melissa’s plight. She still led the calf over to the tub, tugging at her dress till it was up and half way around her waist. Mel helped her and took it the rest of the way off, seeming used to nudity for the moment after the last two weeks. “Leg up now, it’s nice and warm,” she said, putting her hand to splash a little of the water at Mel so she could feel it. Mel squeaks as she lowers herself into the tub, before sighing as the water washes over her. The water turns a bit darker as dirt starts to fall off of her skin, more than would be from just the train ride. “I don’t want to be a stupid calf,” she whispers. “And I want 30 farm hands and a unicorn… if dreams were currency, I’d have a lot to spend,” Kennedy said. She rolled up her sleeves, took out a wash cloth and a bar of soap and went to work. She was someone used to working, and although tender care was something new to her, she still tried her best. She scrubbed Melissa’s back and shoulders, working in a good lather and cleaning her off. It actually felt kind of nice. “Can you stand for me hun? I’m just about done with your upper half.” Melissa sniffles and nods, making a small attempt to cover herself. Beads of milk leak down her breasts with the movement and she groans. “C-can you milk me after this? They haven’t done it at all today,” she whispers. “I will. Just taking this one thing at a time. We can start doing things on a schedule tomorrow,” she said. Kennedy blushed a little as this part required her to get a little more personal. She reached around Mellissa, massaging her breasts and washing around them, before using a hand to have Melissa stand with her legs a little wider apart so she could thoroughly clean between them. With the amount ‘accidents’ it seemed Melissa was having, she needed a thorough cleaning and Kennedy wasn’t shy in scrubbing Melissa’s womanly parts or between her cheeks… even butthole; before going down her thighs and legs. Mel let out a low “Mooooooooo” as Kennedy washes down her breasts and lower areas, before clapping a hand over her mouth when Kennedy’s finished. “I can’t help it,” she mumbles between her fingers. “Stupid curse or whatever the fuck this is…” She sits back down in the tub and tries not to look at the farmer. “You just need to clean my hooves and then we’ll be done,” she sighs, swinging her legs up onto the side of the tub. The bottom of her hooves are caked with mud and look a little worse for wear in places. “Just… be gentle. It still hurts.” She starts washing her own hair in the meantime. Kennedy puts the wash cloth aside, getting a scrub brush this time, and takes first one foot, and then the other, doing what she can to clean it without causing too much discomfort. “We can get you a bath every night if you want hun, but I think if we manage your hygiene a little better they won’t all require this much scrubbing… I’m awful sorry again for how you got shipped here,” she said. “It’s not your faul-- ow!” She squeaks, pulling away for just a second as Kennedy touches a sore spot. “They don’t really know what to do with us, I think. Even your guidebook is only guessing. Even if it’s better than being in a muddy stall all day.” She sighs. “Are we almost done? This is humiliating.” “Done,” she said, putting the scrub brush down. She stood up to get a rather large towel. “Come on hun, up you go,” she said as she helped Melissa out of the tub and draped the towel over her. She started patting and rubbing the calf down, massaging the towel into her to get her dry… and at the same time leading her to the changing table while she did. “Doesn’t that feel better? To be clean?” She asked, once again not bringing attention to what she was doing, as the two of them were now standing in front of the table. “Yeah,” she sighs. “...Thanks.” Mel is still trying to avoid the farmer’s gaze and evidently not paying attention while she’s doing it. “I just…” she sighs, “This isn’t what I thought it was going to be like when I started changing.” “As you said earlier, not sure anyone was really ready for this. Best we can do is try and sort it out together,” Kennedy said. She gave the table a pat before guiding Melissa with a hand on her towel covered shouldered. “Up here hun, lie down a moment,” she said, helping the calf up onto the changing table. It was well constructed and the top was a nicely padded surface. Kennedy didn’t bother taking the towel from Mel, letting her keep it wrapped around herself as she laid back. What was happening started to get a little more obvious though as Kennedy took Mel’s legs by the ankles and started to lift them up. It was awkward to be sure, Mel was still bigger then Kennedy was. Mel turned bright red and tried to stop from falling off the table as she squirms. “W-wait, can’t we talk about this?! Can’t we do potty training or-- or something?! I don’t want to wear a stupid diaper!” She squeals. Kennedy sighs and gives Melissa’s exposed bottom a swat. “I’m going to take care of you,” she explains. Its already been a long day and she’s really not in the mood to battle Melissa with this all night. She reached below the table and took out a pacifier… it had a slightly larger more bovine ring on the front of it. “You need this hun, just relax a moment, I’ll get you taken care of,” she said as she pressed the nipple of the pacifier between Melissa’s lips. She took a thick disposable diaper after that, fluffing it out and tugging on Melissa’s legs to raise her bottom up and off the changing table before sliding the padded babyish garment under her bottom. Mel spits the pacifier out and starts to sit up. “I’m not a stupid baby! And I’m not sucking on a god damn pacifier!” she tries to climb off the table before Kennedy is done diapering her, face a mixture of fear and humiliation. Kennedy rolls her eyes. “It’s not as if I’m getting pleasure out of this or want to see you humiliated. I’m following the guide. The pacifier,” and she picks it up from the ground. “Is meant to be a soothing tool. And the diaper… well I STILL need to clean up your little puddle by the barn door. You NEED them, now, sit, I don’t want to start the first day with nothing but arguing,” she says and takes Mel’s hand by the wrist again. She tugs her back toward the table, keeping her other hand ready to go for Mel’s bottom if she keeps proving difficult. Melissa cross her arms and huffs before laying back. She doesn’t struggle anymore, however, besides a little bit of squirming. “Your stupid guide is wrong. I’m not a god damn baby.” And after that, she keeps her mouth firmly closed, glaring at the pacifier. Part of Kennedy worried this might be pushing things, but the guide did say take a firm hand with new calves and comfort them as best you can. She took the pacifier, even as Melissa glared at it. “This is supposed to help you relax… okay? It’s something else you can focus on if you don’t want to think about what I’m doing,” she said as she took the pacifier and gently eased the nipple once more toward Melissa’s closed lips… she also cheated a little and used her other hand to lightly caress Melissa’s nearly leaking chest. “Moooo--mmmph!” She groans as Kennedy holds the pacifier in place. She tries to spit it out, even moving her head side to side, but Kennedy doesn’t give. And after a moment, Mel relaxes. And her face, once again, turns bright red when she realizes she’s actually sucking on it. “Not fair,” she groans around the thing, but lays back and leaves it in her mouth, looking a bit calmer than before. “Just trying to help,” Kennedy says, actually smiling for once. It’s like a steady mantra. She lifted Mel’s legs once more, taking a little bit of rash cream and carefully working it in. She covers all of Mel’s bottom and even her intimate parts before getting out the bottle of baby powder liberally applying it next. When Kennedy felt she’d done a sufficient job, she spread Mel’s legs and brought the diaper up, taping it snugly on. The diaper was thick enough to handle a ‘calf’ and had colorful little farm prints on the front tape of sunflowers, corn, tall grass and a barn silo. “There.. Was that the end of the world? I think you’ll find that a lot better than feeling warm pee run down your thigh,” she smiled. "You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Mel groans from behind her paci as she sees the patterns on the diaper. “I think they’re cute,” Kennedy said as she helped Mel up and off the changing table. “Now come on, how about we get you milked? All right?” She asked with a light swat to Mel’s crinkling and padded bottom. “Great,” she mumbles past the pacifier. She groans again as she realizes she’s waddling, legs forced apart by the stupid diaper between her legs. Mel takes one look at the crib before shaking her head and plopping down on the duvet. “Guess we’ll see how full the bucket will be,” Kennedy says as she goes toward the back of the main room and grabs the milking bucket. “Melissa, how do you want to do this? Have you found a position that works best when we’re getting your milk? I have some stocks I can setup, but I wasn’t sure if you’d just prefer to lean off the duvet or kneel in front of the bucket.. Or…?” Melissa blushes, taking the pacifier out of her mouth. The annoyance seems to fade for the first time since she’s arrived. “Uh… I’m not sure, actually. They used a machine before… I don’t really like people touching my breasts. They still get pretty sore. Especially if they’re full,” she groans. “Do you really want something as impersonal as a machine? I have a milker, but I figured I’d be helping you the first few days…. It was in the guide,” she said with a sudden reluctance on how much she’d mentioned that book today and how novice it must have made her seem. “Let’s just do this simple and easy,” she said as she brought the bucket over and sat it on the ground. Kennedy knelt down, sitting on her knees in front of the bucket. “Take a seat,” she said, patting the ground in front of her. Melissa didn’t move. Instead, she rolled her eyes and let out her thousandth sigh of the day. “And what does your guide say the best position for this is?” It’s not like Mel really knew what she was doing, either. “Here’s what the book said,” she instructed as she had Melissa sit in front of her, facing the bucket with her back to Kennedy. The rancher leaned forward, hugging Melissa from behind. It would be fair to say that Kennedy was cute, but not quite as lady like or as feminine as some of the other gals in town. She was average height, but after months of work on a farm, she had gained some tone to her and less soft edges. Her hair was long in a single side plat braid and the first thing that Melissa felt was her modest chest as it pressed to the cowgirl’s back with the close hug Kennedy gave her. “Just relax. The book says we should have you on all fours if we’re not using a machine, but it also recommends something a little more… familiar for the first time. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, and I’m going to be helping you every day, so like I said, just relax, let me help you. You’ve done a lot of fussing today, but I know your milk is bothering you, let’s get it out,” she said as her arms came up and gently cupped the heavy set of breasts. Melissa squeals, standing up as soon as Kennedy touches her breast. A stream of milk shoots out onto the floor. “Can you at least tell me before you’re going to do that?!” Mel fumes. “Seriously! I’m wearing your stupid diapers and sucking on your stupid pacifier, I’d appreciate if you even warn me before you do that in return!” “I’m going to be milking you, at what point did you think I would NOT be touching your breasts?” Kennedy asks, trying to remain patient. She didn’t get up, but remained seated on her knees. “I barely touched you and your milk was already coming out. It has to be feeling unpleasant. Come on.” She gave her lap a pat again. “I understand that, especially given that you just gave me a very thorough bath before putting me in a diaper.” Melissa takes a deep breath, trying to keep her tone even. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t give me a heads up before you wrap yourself around me and start groping me.” “Mel, would you please sit down. I’m going to milk you, and it's going to seem like groping, but like how I bathed you earlier, it's part of your care.” Mel sighs, sitting back on the duvet. Not quite next to Kennedy, but intimate considering Mel’s current mood. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ve just spent two weeks being treated like an animal. And I signed up for it because I couldn’t continue my life after this happened,” she waves her hand across her breasts. “And now I’m in diapers because I’m pissing myself and actually feeling better sucking on a pacifier. And something tells me I’m going to be sleeping in that crib over there whether I like it or not. So just, try to understand how I feel. I just want you to ask before you touch me like that. A little bit of common courtesy, okay? I think that’s pretty fair.” Getting up, Kennedy stood right in front of Mel and gave her a moment, just standing, her presence there and trying to give the impression she wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m here to care for you. I don’t know how to spell it out any better than that. We’re going to have a relationship, you and I. I understand and I feel for what you’ve been through today. I’m not trying to humiliate you or embarrass you or treat you in any way that’s untoward… now Mel. Please, would you let me milk you? I need to touch your breasts, as odd as that sounds.” There’s a moment of silence that stretches on for almost a full minute before Mel finally sighs. “Yes, you can milk me. Okay?” She said, plopping down next to Kennedy with a fair bit of crinkling. Kennedy smiles. “I’m here to help, remember that, and I know you’re not an animal, but you are a meta-human. You need help, I won’t push beyond things you can’t do for yourself… like with the accidents,” she said with a pat to Mel’s diaper. “Now relax, please. You need to be milked,” she said, putting her hands on Mel’s shoulders first, getting behind her and giving her a little massage to try and relax her a little. “Just get to it,” Mel sighs. She doesn’t sound angry, just tired. “My breasts are killing me.” Nodding, Kennedy leans in again, her chest pressing to Mel’s back as her hands are about to cup Mel’s breasts like she’d done earlier. “I’m going to touch you, okay?” She gave her a little warning this time as she brought her hands up to start massaging and kneading Mel’s breasts. Streams of milk spray out as soon as Kennedy applies the slightest pressure to Mel’s teats. A little less than half of the initial burst manages to make it into the bucket, especially with Mel arching her back and letting out a low “moo” with the release. The first pitter noises of the milk hitting the bucket started to ring in the main room as Kennedy continued to gently squeeze Mel’s breasts. It was her first time milking breasts instead of udders, although she supposed there really wasn’t much of a difference. She’d helped on Marnie’s ranch before with actual cows. “There, that feels better doesn’t it?” She asked as she took Mel’s nipples between her thumb and forefingers, trying to aim them toward the bucket. Melissa moos in response, the only sound she can produce as Kennedy works her breasts. She squirms as Kennedy continues. After a few moments, she closes her eyes and starts nuzzling into Kennedy’s shoulder, unable to help doing it, trying with both her face and head. The sitting position was a little awkward and it wasn’t quite the best for milking, but she wanted to help coax Mel into this. She blushed a little, realizing how intimate this was quickly becoming and as Mel’s head rested against hers, her breath got a little quicker. “Good girl, it’s okay, I’m here to help,” she said, trying her best to relieve the pressure for Mel. “Just let it out, relax… you’re doing so well, and you’re making lots of milk.” A good half of the milk is still spraying across the floor, simply because of how far they are from the small bucket and how powerful the streams of milk are. But Melissa continues to nuzzle, in a state of bliss with the release of her very full breasts. As the bucket slowly started to fill, and the pressure on Mel’s breasts slowly started to ebb, Kennedy found her body pressing a little closer to her new calf. The inherent intimacy of the act prompted her to do something without thinking, giving Mel’s furry ear a little love bite as her fingers gave a final tug on the nipples. “Come on, almost there,” she encouraged, being a little more patronizing than she probably realized. Mel let’s out a soft moo as the last of the milk is finally drained from her breasts. Even though she’s at least a D-cup, her breasts remain firm and upright despite the milk being drained from them. Mel relaxes back into Kennedy’s arms, unable to support herself as she continues to moo, still dazed by the whole experience. “Aww there we go, heh, you’re a might heavier then you look when you’re leaning on someone,” Kennedy teased. She tried to reach for the towel she’d her with earlier to clean up a little but found it hard to get out from under Mel, so instead she stood and heaved Mel up with her, trying to prop the tired calf onto the duvet. “Good girl,” she said again with a gentle hand cupping Mel’s cheek. She gave her a pat on the head between her little horns. “That’s easily a full glass we can use.” Mel presses her head into Kennedy’s hand, nuzzling her for more attention before laying back on the duvet. Getting up and stretching, Kennedy got the towel from earlier and started cleaning up around the floor, moving the bucket aside. Moving away from Melissa seemed to break the spell that had left her mollified. “Holy shit,” Mel groans as she sits up. “Feel like I got hit by a car… damn train ride. And what the hell happened? I never felt that with the machines,” she blushes. “Does your guide say anything about that? Kennedy blushes a little bit at that, pouring the milk into a bottle. She’d put it in the delivery box by the main house later. “Umm.. not really? I mean, it says ways to help calm you down, but it’s not really written from the animal’s point of view. Not to say you’re an animal, but this book, well you take it with a grain of salt you know? Your train ride was kind of an example of what the established care methods seem to be.” Mel doesn’t quite give up. “It doesn’t say anything about milking and what’s supposed to happen? Even if it thinks we’re animals, it doesn’t say how we’re supposed to react?” “Well.. it says how you’re supposed to give milk, and be induced to give milk, but not how you’re supposed to feel about it. It gives advice on how to get stubborn gals a to be a little more cooperative, that paci being one way, but that’s really it,” she said, kind of at a loss on what else to tell her. “Now not to pull you away from your train of thought, but were you hungry or just tired and wanting to bed down?” “Hungry,” Mel sighs, laying back on the duvet. “What time is it? And I am not sleeping in the crib, no matter what the stupid guide says,” Mel adds. Kennedy rolls her eyes, she’d deal with that battle with Mel later. “Well, before you say anything Mel, the guide is specific on dietary needs for calfs. Like it or not, you’re still developing and you need a nutrient rich diet. I got this part from Marnie. It’s essentially a smoothie of a few good veggies, soy, and wheat grass. Hopefully it tastes pretty good, the book did mention your taste buds would adjust so this hopefully won’t taste just like hay and pablum,” she said as she went to a mini-fridge in the back and pulled out a large bottle that was capped with a nipple. “I’m going to set up a feeding station for you so you can snack on your own, but for big meals I’ll be here to help. Here, you can hold it or I can hold it for you.” “Or you can put it in a glass and I can drink it like I’m not an infant?” Mel counters, crossing her arms and not moving from the duvet. “Mel, it recommends a bottle for a reason. You’re still a bit unsteady on your feet, and you’re still developing. When you had that pacifier in your mouth earlier, did you feel a reluctance to take it out?” She asked as she approached the pouting girl. She held out the bottle. “Did it feel calming at all to have it in?” She asked even as she started to tease the bottle up at her. “No,” Mel blushes, not meeting Kennedy’s gaze. “I hated it. I just kept it in so you… uh… wouldn’t force it in again,” she explains. “I don’t want to drink out of a stupid bottle and I don’t want to sleep in a stupid crib,” she pouts. “I’m not a baby. Or a calf or whatever your book calls me.” “Mel, I know it’s probably not how you envisioned your life, but you’re not going to be able to change some things just because you don’t want them to be that way. You are a calf. Your little horns, your ears, your milk, your hooves, you have to know it,” she kept the bottle in her hand and took a seat on the duvet next to the girl. She gave her padded bottom a pat. “It’s okay, I know it’s not a fun time right now, but I promise, as I’ve told you all day, I’m here to help.” “Great. Then help me by not feeding me a bottle and getting me an actual bed,” she huffs. “And I told you that the diaper thing isn’t my fault. You try going two weeks without a toilet and see how well you do.” Kennedy looked at Mel a moment. She really didn’t want to accept her life, and as her caretaker, Kennedy kind of knew this was going to be another one of her responsibilities. She’d seen the way that pacifier had worked, despite what Mel said about it. Rather than listen to more arguments, Kennedy put an arm around Mel, and put a finger to her mouth. “Mel, I’m sorry. You’re a calf, and you’re in diapers. I’m about to feed you a bottle, and please don’t fight me on it,” she said picking up the baby bottle. Mel glares at her and crosses her arms. She makes a show of closing her mouth as she huffs and pouts, trying to squirm out of Kennedy’s grip. “Mel… Either you can lay your head down in my lap and have you bottle… or I can pull you over my lap and pull down your diaper to pinken your bottom. You keep saying you're not a baby, but you’re sure acting like one.” Her eyes go wide. “You wouldn’t--” Kennedy’s on her before she can finish the second word, almost tackling the girl as she puts the bottle in her mouth and pulls her down to the Duvet. Mel squirms and tries to kick or wiggle free, but Kennedy pins her without much trouble. Mel really isn’t even putting up a fight. It only takes a moment before Melissa’s suckling reflex kicks in and she starts to drink the bottle, glaring at Kennedy the whole time. Kennedy doesn’t try to gloat or rub it in, she simply holds the calf and lets nature take its course. The suckling reflex was there just as the book said it would be, and all that was left was to try and make her comfortable as she emptied her bottle. “I’m here to care for you,” she repeated, her steady mantra like before, and offered a soft pat between Melissa’s horns once again, keeping her steady on her lap as she held the bottle. Melissa groans, but gives up the struggle about a quarter of the way through the bottle. She squirms a few times to readjust, but gives in as Kennedy readjusts to place Melissa’s head on her lap. And even with her anger, she can’t help but nuzzle Kennedy’s hand for more petting after the girl rubs between her horns. “I hate this,” she sighs around the bottle, her body wanting to moo again. A few tears run down her face. “Stupid new instincts and stupid mutations.” “I know hun, we’ll get through it together,” Kennedy said, continuing with the pets to her head to calm her down. The nursing motion leads to a loud suckle that seems to echo in the barn. Almost as if to punctuate the low point of Mel’s evening, her body helped prove her new status. It started with a soft hiss noise, but ended with a quick warming of Mel’s crotch as her diaper visably yellowed while she peed like some cowgirl toddler. More tears flow down her face now as she actually starts crying. “It’s not fair,” she groans around the bottle. “It’s not my fault. I don’t want to be a stupid calf.” Kennedy coo’s at her, trying to wipe away the tears. She pulls the bottle that’s about empty away from Mel’s mouth and helps her sit up. “I know, it’s not what you choose to have happen hun. And you’re still adjusting,” she says as she takes Mel into a big hug, not minding the slight squish of her wet diaper as she hugs the mostly naked girl and gently pats her back. She’s discreet about it, but as she hugs, she keeps patting with a little more pressure, hugging, soothing, but also trying to coax any post-bottle gas out. “Just do it,” Mel sniffs, realizing what’s about to happen. Kennedy starts patting her more firmly on the back, and after a moment, Mel let’s out a large burp, followed by several smaller ones as Kennedy continues. After Kennedy relents, she nuzzles into her shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’ve been really nice so far and I’ve been a brat. I just… I hate all of this. I didn’t want to have to sign up at all.” “I know hun, but you also know what’s happening with your body and you’re not going to win the fight against your new nature. Come on, I think it’s been a long day for you Mel and you could use some rest,” Kennedy says. She gives Mel a kiss on the forehead for surviving her feeding and not hating Kennedy for what she’d had to do. Getting up, Kennedy took Mel by the hand and led her waddling toward the nursery. She grabbed the pacifier along the way. Even though Mel had mentioned multiple times about where she would not be sleeping, that was most certainly the only place she WOULD be sleeping. She stumbles a few times, clearly not used to her new hooves. Especially with the padding between her legs. “Please don’t make me sleep there,” she squeaks, not quite fighting Kennedy, but pulling against her just a bit. “Can’t I sleep on the duvet?” “A calf has a tendency to toss and turn in their sleep,” Kennedy tried to reason with Mel. She steered her toward the crib but stopped short to use her hand and cup the front of Mel’s diaper, checking how bad her accident was and to see if she’d need a change before bed. It’s only a little wet, but there’s an odor, as she probably hasn’t had enough water to drink. “I don’t think you need a change just yet, but I’m going to get you another bottle of water to let you have in case you get thirsty in the night hun” Kennedy took the pacifier and brought it up to Mel’s lips, pushing it in again before giving her bottom a swat to send her toward the crib with the side down. “This is your sleeping spot for the night. I promise its comfy and I’ll keep you warm. I even have a monitor ready in case you get worried,” she pointed to a baby monitor on the table nearby. “But… It smells!” Melissa blushes, “Can’t you at least change me if I have to sleep in a crib? You said you were going to take care of me,” she huffs. “Heh, I can. See, you just have to ask hun,” she said as she took Mel by the wrist and led her to the changing table. She gave the table a pat hoping that this time Mel would be willing to sit up on it without having to be put on it. Melissa climbs up and lays back. She crosses her arms and stairs up at the ceiling, squirming a bit but at least happy to have her diaper changed. “I’m still not happy about all of this,” she huffs. “Duelly noted hun,” Kennedy said pressing the pacifier back in again, to help calm her. She untaped Melissa’s diaper and took out some wet wipes. When she had Mel’s legs up, she balled up the wet diaper and took the wipes to start cleaning her intimates, being thorough as she ran it over her pussy and bottom before getting out more rash cream and powder along with another thick diaper. Melissa lets out a low “moo” as Kennedy runs her fingers across the cowgirl’s labia. She turns bright red when she realizes what she’s doing, and looks relieved, this time, when Kennedy pulls the diaper up and secures the tapes. “Uh, thanks…” she blushes, hopping off of the table. It’s only about 3 steps before Mel starts to wobble, nearly falling over with the combination of hooves and diapers.Kennedy is quick to catch her, helping tug the girl up and do a buddy carry. “Do you want something to wear to bed? I don’t mind if you just want to sleep in your diaper, it is a little warm, but I also don’t want you to feel like you’re an animal and not allowed to have clothing. It’s your choice.” Mel didn’t answer at first, instead just letting herself be led over to the crib. Kennedy gave her a few reassuring diaper pats to try and ‘corral her into the pen’ so to speak. Mel climbs in, giving a few bounces on the mattress. “I’ll sleep like this, but do I get a pillow? Or a blanket or something?” “You get both, as well as a new stuffed animal friend, a bottle of water in case you get thirsty, and a night light,” Kennedy said, giving the girl a rub between the horns again as she started to do up the crib bars. She went around the nursery gathering up all the things requested and left the room just a moment to get the bottle of water and the stuffed animal… which happened to be a cartoonish cow, complete with little tinkling bell on its collar. “Oh great, a new friend,” Mel deadpans. “Do I get to name it, too? Maybe I can get a matching collar and diaper to remind me of how much I hate this. Just give me the damn pillow and blanket so that I can sleep.” Kennedy gave her the pillow and draped the blanket over her. “It’ll get easier, if you need anything, I’ll have this set up,” she said with another gesture to the baby monitor. She gave another fond pat between Mel’s horns before turning on the night light. Rather than leave Mel right then and there, Kennedy turned down the lights and then hopped on the duvet, taking out the book to read it once again and keep Mel company. There was a loud ‘hmph’ as the cowgirl made a pouty show of turning over in her crib to face away from the farmer, but soon enough Kennedy could her the slight suckle of someone drinking her bottle of water. It was about 10 minutes later that Kennedy heard the steady breathing of a calf who had finally fallen asleep. She got up and stretched a little before quietly leaving and shutting the barn door. --- It was about 3AM when Kennedy was awoken by a shriek through the baby monitor. “KENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” Mel’s voice came through. Kennedy shoot up in her bed, looking at the baby monitor. It took her a moment to realize she had a distraught baby calf on the other end. Stupidly though, the baby monitor was one way. She stretched in bed, yawning and got up, naked for the moment, but getting a night robe and stepping into rubber galoshes, she put her hair in a bun and started heading out of her home and to the barn. In the nursery, Mel could hear the barn door open. “Hun? You okay?” Kennedy asked as she came into the nursery, lit only by the dim glow of the night-light. Mel is sitting up in her crib, fingers gripping the bars. The problem -- and the smell -- is immediately apparent. “I woke up and it was just happening!” Melissa wails. Kennedy comes over to Mel, not even having to guess as she sniffed the problem. “Awww sweetie,” she said as she started to lower the side of the crib. She took Mel by the hand, helping her out of the crib and onto her feet. As discreetly as she could she used her other hand to cup the back of Mel’s diaper and survey the damage. It seemed like the diaper certainly could have held on till morning, but that was only the lack of sleep giving Kennedy rude suggestions. “It’s just a poopie diaper, its okay Mel. That’s kind of the reason you’re in diapers in the first place,” she said. She was already guiding Mel to the changing table. “But it’s all mushy and gross!” Mel sniffles. “It’s disgusting!” Her tone is still well above normal volume. Kennedy pushed the pacifier back into Mel’s mouth. “Shh, lets get you changed. Its late hun,” she said as she guided her up to the padded surface, trying to have her lay back gently without squishing her messy bottom too much. Melissa let’s out another wail as the mush squishes even a little bit, sucking on her pacifier even harder. “Just… change me so I can go back to sleep!” Yawning, Kennedy got to working, doing just what she said she’d do and what Mel obviously couldn’t wait to have done. It took a little longer then earlier, simply because Mel was a bit more of a baby with the mess she made. Still with legs held high she was wiped clean and then cream and powder was applied once more before another thick diaper was taped on. “Better sweetie?” Kennedy asked when the ordeal was over, taping up the used diaper and putting it in the diaper pail. “Yes,” Mel nods, standing up to waddle back to bed. Again, she wobbles a few times, especially in the dark, and nearly falls over after a few steps. Kennedy comes over to help Mel, “I think I might need to get a soft throw rug in here just for you hun… You’re more wobbly than a wagon missing a wheel. When you’re sleepy crawling might be easier,” she said in a hushed voice. She didn’t make Mel do it right now, she just helped her over to the crib, but she had a suspicion Mel know that it was true. “No,” Mel blushes, still above speaking volume. “I’m putting up with all the other stupid baby stuff, but I am not crawling.” But even as she says this, she grabs the cow stuffie as she gets back into bed and puts the pacifier in her mouth before cocooning herself in the blanket. Kennedy raises the side of crib. It was going to be another thing that Mel found out on her own. A few falls would remind her. --- Kennedy was up early the next day with the sun. It was a habit that she was pretty sure was in the family thanks to so many generations of farming. She fixed herself some coffee as well as a hearty full meal before heading over to the barn to check in on her girl. It was just about sunup as she was opening the barn door to let herself in. She went to the nursery, gently turning the lights up. “Wakie wakie Mel.” Mel pulls the blanket over herself, blocking the light. “What time is it? Why the hell are you waking me up so early?” Kennedy pauses a moment. Usually she got up earlier because the best time to knock out chores was in the morning before heading into town… She didn’t strictly have to get Mel up now, but she wanted to start something of a regular schedule. “Usually I do my chores first thing in the morning and then head in to town around noon.” “That sounds nice,” Mel groans from her crib. “Am I a chore then? You can leave me in peace, to sleep in to a normal hour. You know, like civilized people.” “Sure… I can go take care of fields first,” Kennedy joked. She went over to Mel while she was cocooned and gave her bottom a pat, checking the state of her overnight diaper. Since she’d be changed in the middle of the night, it was only a bit wet. “Hey!” came a grumble from under the covers. “Just a bit wet, I’ll be fine in the fields for now hun. You get some more rest. I’ll be back.” Mel mumbles something containing swear-words but doesn’t reply further as Kennedy leaves the barn. Its another hour or two before Kennedy returns. She dusts her hands on her overalls as she comes in and heads over to a deep sink to give them a quick wash. She looked over to Mel to see how she was doing in her crib, and thinking on it, she wandered over next to it, and even if Mel was trying to sleep (or pretending too) she whispered “I’m going to check your breasts.” Mel brushed her hand away and did it for her, her breasts feel a little more plump, but no milk comes out as she checked herself. “They’ll hold for now,” Mel sighs, pulling the blanket back around her (with the stuffie still in her arms, too). “But if you’re giving out handjobs, I’ll at least take a change before you go into town. Maybe then I can sleep in peace,” she huffs. “I’m guessing you don’t want to go to the changing table? You want to stick here in the crib?” “I want to go back to sleep,” Mel huffs. “So no, I don’t really want to go to the changing table. I don’t really want to be awake right now.” “Well a wet calf said she wanted a change, so you’re getting that, then you can go back to sleep,” Kennedy said in a more jovial voice, trying to overcome Mel’s apparent lack of being a morning person. She went back over to the changing table and got the supplies before going back to her big baby in the crib. She gave a pat to Mel’s diaper, confirming its wetness and offering a gentle cluck of her tongue before trying to pull Mel so that she was laying on her back. Mel rolls her eyes before closing them again, but complies, not offering any resistance. As Kennedy starts changing Mel’s diaper, she can’t help but mumble with her eyes closed. “So… what’s the town like? Are there lots of stores and stuff?” “Oh it’s a nice little place. Few stores, a pub, they all welcomed me like a family when I got here a year ago,” Kennnedy said as she went to work on Mel. Even though she was primarily a farmer, Kennedy seemed to be fairly good at changing diapers. She untaped the sodden diaper, got some wipes and started wiping the calf’s intimates. Her legs were lifted and the diaper removed before another thick diaper was placed under her bottom. Rash cream, powder, and another snug taping had the baby calf nice and dry. “There we go, all dry!” “Hmph,” Mel grumbled. “I’m sure the people in town will like you. “ “Fuck people,” Mel grumbles, cocooning back up and closing her eyes. She rolls over to the far side of the crib and tries her best to ignore Mel. “They’ll like you just fine. Marnie sure seemed to like you,” she said, giving Mel a sidelong look. “If she liked me, should have made sure I wasn’t leashed to a ring in a cattle car for 8 hours.” Kennedy couldn’t really reply to that. She sighed a little and nodded.
  10. Introduction Jessica was younger than her husband Jack that fact never bothered them to be happy however. Sam Jacks 18 y o son however did very much . Jessica being only a decade or so older than him was hardly a mother figure for him especially since his mother was travelling around the world not giving too much care to her son. Jessica felt that when it came to Sam Jack set no real boundaries and the boy felt he could do anything . Living in the same house became more and more tense as Sam continued to provoke Jess. Though the house was more than enough for 3 people with Jacks income and though many think that Jessica only married him for his money she had her own fashion business. As Jessica once more complained to her best friend Kate about Sams latest insults over some well deserved coffee Kate suggested that the reason he is so disrespectful to her is because his mom never taught him right. - yes well I can't change that can I ? I can't turn back the clock to teach him a lesson in how to treat women - well actually you could - oh Kate not with this hypnosis thing again ! You know I love you and all and I know you have tons of clients but hypnotizing him to be a kid again is ridiculous - I wasn't thinking that . Something far more sophisticated -Like what ? - well, you said that Jack mentioned that they had a hard time potty training him and he used to wet his bed till quite late . We could hypnotize him to wet on command . Till he learns his lesson of course . Then it can be reversed .He will have no idea it's even happening and neither will Jack. All you need is a 3 word command that doesn't stand out but is unlikely to be said around him . Jess took another sip from her coffee considering . - how long do you think it would take ? - to hypnotize him ? Not long at all phe won't even know it's happening - no I mean for this to work . He should be leaving for college in the fall ... - well that leaves you the entire summer then . I'd suggest some bedtime wettings before school end then step it up to day time once he is out of school .
  11. daippers

    are there any good adult baby nursery that recommended
  12. I'm looking for some advice. I'm struggling to tell when my baby needs changing from his wet nappy. I don't want to have to keep asking, as this detracts from the experience for both of us. I've tried squeezing the crouch and putting my finger under/inside the leg of the nappy, but even though I have been looking after my baby for a year, I'm still unsure of when he needs changing. We are currently using the following nappies, none of which have indication strips (as far as I am aware). MyDiaper Sexy Adult MyDiaper Animal MyDiaper Night I would be grateful for any tips and advice, thank you.
  13. Idea 1: My character is a stubborn 23-year-old lawyer whose arrogant ways, forging of evidence, and brattiness get him into serious trouble. When your character(a man he'd framed for a serious crime) discover he pissed all over his office, you take that opportunity to force him into wearing diapers in public. Your character relishes in treating mine like a big baby and making him "accept his place". Idea 2: My character(lawyer or otherwise) is kidnapped by yours. You play a Daddy who simply wants to have an obedient, happy baby to play with. You're delusional, and you see my character as a cute little baby boy who just needs to be disciplined and cared for by "Daddy". When my character acts like a big boy, however, you become domineering and sadistic, going to extreme lengths to demean and hurt him until he starts being a baby again.
  14. do any know of any adult baby nursery in USA as i have alway want to go to one
  15. I think building tension in stories is the best way to excite the reader. They are especially helpful when reinforcing power dynamics (a major part of any story with D/S elements) amongst the characters. When you're writing for a fetish, you have the benefit of assuming that your reader is aroused or is looking to become aroused. Because of this, I think the best approach is to tease them a little and to hint at what's to come then from there build it by dragging out. For example, say you're making a scene where the tension is wetting, it would go something like this: "You were such a good girl drinking both your bottles for Nanny! Weren't you? Yes you were!" Katie hated that this woman could do this to her. Her Daddy knew she didn't like Nanny, a woman only 10 years older than her, yet fully in charge while Daddy was at work. But in her marriage, she didn't make the rules. So here we have a power dynamic created, the reluctantly submissive infantilized wife, who is competing against her caretaker while her Daddy is away. The use of a Nanny is especially good because the reader knows that Daddy will win no matter what, even Katie has accepted that. If we wanted Katie to get punished for something she could compete against him. But this Nanny, well...maybe Katie can retain some control over her situation after all. Nanny might be an agent enforcing Daddy's will, but she isn't Daddy. We've also introduced an element that will have to be addressed, the not one but two bottles Katie has ingested. The fact she was praised for this implies it was somehow harder to do and potentially challenging. It also implies she has done something Nanny wanted. So, score the first point for Nanny. "Now come along Katie, crawl alongside Nanny to the rocking chair. That's a good girl. Up on Nanny's knee, it's ok to stand up." Using her helpless mitten-encased hands, Katie pushed up and begrudgingly sat on the vile woman's lap. Her large pacifier hid most of her scowling expression, but her eyes still blazed resentment at her situation. Her thick diaper crinkled as she lowered herself onto Nanny's knee. "Sit up straight now darling," Nanny corrected. Katie straitened up, her naked breasts peeking out from under the bottom of her bib, nipples dangling in front of Nanny and ensuring she had no modesty here. So these were just a few little battles that Katie has chosen not to fight Nanny on. Maybe she has tried earlier and lost. Maybe her bottom is still sore from the last time Nanny had to tell her to sit up straight. She had to get permission just to stand up? More to the point, Katie didn't stand until she was told it was ok. The point is, these are easy little ways to reinforce who is in control here. Even calling her darling, when Katie has clearly shown she is not her darling, is a great way to reinforce who is running the show. Nanny is scoring more points, but they're small ones. But allowing Nanny to score them is important, because the reader likes being reminded in unique little ways that Katie isn't in control. We've set the stage for something larger though, now let's find out what it is. Nanny reached up and removed the pacifier from Katie's mouth. "Don't worry little one, I'll make sure you get it back as soon as we're done." Nanny's smile was not returned. Suddenly Katie felt a hand gliding up her back, stopping in the middle below her shoulder blades. Gently, yet forcefully, Katie felt the hand rhythmically begin patting her back. "Let it all out little one. That was a lot of milk you just drank." Katie stared at the wall in front of her, feeling her face redden. Nanny only smiled. A text alert came on Nanny's phone, but she didn't lose pace for a second as she reached for it with her free hand. Katie felt a slight urge to burp and, with embarrassment, gave a little squeak. "Very good baby!" Nanny cheered as she unlocked her phone, never lifting her eyes. As much as she hated it, she knew her caretaker wouldn't stop until Katie had done this at least two or three times. Katie lowered her face to try and sneak a peak at Nanny's phone, held in the hand that now rested on Katie's smoothly shaven legs. Without taking her eyes off the phone Nanny told Katie "eyes ahead" with a tone of warning, all the while never stopping her rhythmic patting. "Well baby girl, it seems your Daddy will be home early today." Katie's heart practically lept for joy with the knowledge she would be freed of her tormentor earlier than expected. "How long?" Katie could feel angry eyes looking up at her, so she quickly added, "Nanny". This seemed to placate her. "He'll be here in an hour or so, maybe a little longer." This was excellent news. If Daddy was going to be here in an hour, that meant she wouldn't have to put up with Nanny giving her another change. She was beginning to feel the first inklings of pressure from her bottles, so she knew would be close, but Katie could manage. Buoyed by this pleasant news, Katie gave another little burp, much to Nanny's delight. Now we know what's at stake here. Katie does not like being changed by her Nanny. She can prevent this by waiting until Nanny leaves to need a diaper change. Note that it's inevitable that she will use her diaper, the two bottles Nanny gave her at the beginning of the scene have determined that, but she does have a chance at winning some control. This is what the audience loves. It's such a low bar to meet that requires such little control, yet we've magnified the stakes because it takes place in the larger context of the power struggle between Katie and Nanny. All the little battles Katie has been losing throughout the scene won't matter because if she can just get this one victory, she will have won the game. She demonstrates this by happily burping, indicating that there's only one fight she wants to take on. Now, let's add the tension. "Well Katie, I think that's enough of that for today. Those bottles should be nice and comfy in your tummy." Nanny gave her a little poke in her stomach to press her point. This annoyed Katie, but she was ready to get off Nanny's lap and back to her play pen to wait for Daddy. Katie shifted her weight forward to bring her toes to the floor. From there she would plop down and await the instruction to "crawl". Before polka dotted socks could touch the carpet however, Nanny pushed her back into her seated position. "Just where are you in a hurry to get to, little one?" Nanny demanded, looking a bit surprised. "I...I wanted to go back to playing with my toys," Katie lied. "Ummhmmm," Nanny hummed with a skeptical look. "Slide over just a little bit sweetie," Nanny commanded. Reluctantly Katie slid on her lap, guided of course by Nanny's hands, until she faced away from Nanny and towards the room, her diapered butt squarely on the tops of Nanny's knees. This shift had caused her legs to spread wide on either direction of Nanny's. The position caused a slight uptick in pressure in Katie's bladder. "Nanny, what ar-" "Shhhhhh," Nanny quieted Katie's worried question. She lifted her pacifier back up towards her mouth, the rubber barely clipping her naked breast before it found its way between her lips. Nervous, Katie gave a cautionary and accepting suck. "Thaaat's a good girl," Nanny said as she stroked her hair. "I wanted to surprise little Katie with a ride today! Yes I did!" With that, Nanny began a gentle bounce with her knees, causing Katie to breathe in with surprise. "See?" Nanny asked. "You're riding a horsey! Isn't that fun?" Katie looked alarmed. The gentle knee bounces couldn't get much more violent before the escalating pressure they put on her bladder could cause a problem. "Nanwy, I don't wike this game." Katie pleaded from behind her pacifier and over the loud crinkles of her diaper. Both the reader and Katie know about the urge to pee she is fighting. We also know that Katie is supposed to be in control of her situation. She picked her battle knowing she only had to beat the clock, but now Nanny has thrown off the routine! But it's too late to change the objective. Katie just has to work harder for it now, meaning we've raised the stakes. The greater the challenge, the greater the reward...but also the bigger the potential fall. Katie tries to get a handle on things by pleading with Nanny to let her off to play with her toys, not good in a battle of wills. Will it work? "Now now little one, this is a fun game. See?" With that, Nanny put her arms around Katie and intensified her bounces. Of course not! Nanny shows her power as the conflict escalates. Katie lowered her hands, pressing them into the front of her diaper in a bid to fight the building pressure. If she could only close her legs! Nanny reached out and grabbed her wrists, pushing them up above her shoulders. "Hands up on the horsey, baby girl! It's like you're in the rodeo! Weeee!" With a grimace and a look of disdain Katie bit down on her pacifier, meekly holding her hands up in the air as she bounced up and down, up and down...Her arms now bouncing as much as her exposed breasts, her childish bib flailing as if in the wind. The pressure was rapidly building, but Katie knew Nanny couldn't keep this up forever. She just had to hang on... Suddenly she felt fingers at her exposed sides. Just below her ribs they danced quickly across her skin. By reflex, Katie shot her arms down to defend her sides. She arched her back in an attempt to get away, her diapered butt knowing better than to try and escape from Nanny's knee. An unwilling smile formed and she bit down to try and keep her pacifier in place, another object that was forbidden to leave by anything by Nanny's hand. A pained giggle emanated from behind the plastic guard. Nanny stopped momentarily to lift up her hands and to remind her, sternly, that she was at the rodeo, doubling her bouncing efforts at the same time. Immediately, her fingers continued their torment. Katie was on the edge of bursting into tears, as much from the tickling and squirming she was helplessly doing as from the exponentially rising pressure in her bladder. Just hang on! Katie was yelling to herself on the inside. She was giggling uncontrollably, and each laughter weakened the dam she was trying desperately to hold up. She could feel Nanny's legs slowing however, weakening from the weight of bouncing an grown adult woman. Her fingers seemed to be tiring as well, as Katie forced herself to try and relax and stop being tickled. We're at the climax now, and in her darkest hour Katie can see rays of hope. She's at the breaking point. Nanny has thrown surprises at her but she has so far persevered. Can she hang on and win her battle? "Pleaseeee Nannnyyyyyy," Katie pleaded through gritted teeth. Finally, her tormentor removed her fingers. A few surrendering bounces stopped as her tired legs came to a halt. Nanny laughed as she looked curiously at the woman on her lap. Katie was breathing heavily and still desperately hanging on. A drop or two had been absorbed by her diaper, but only she would know. "Well, didn't you have fun at the rodeo, little one?" Nanny asked casually, quickly slipping two fingers under her diaper to check for wetness. They were a little slow to withdraw, almost as if disappointed. Katie smirked behind her pacifier, though from her position she was confident Nanny couldn't see. Ah haaa. Now we see that Nanny knew what game they were playing the whole time. Was this always her plan? Is that why she gave so many bottles, to force out a wetting? We don't know if Nanny has planned this from the beginning or adopted it when she got the text, but now we understand Katie has won a game with even higher stakes than she realized. This is a big victory for a woman (dare we call her by her real age? Has she earned that?) who doesn't get many at all. Taking one more deep breath to recover, her confidence was growing. With an air of victory Katie responded, "Yeth Nanny, I di-" Suddenly she felt two arms on her tummy, squeezing in tight. She had been looking towards the ceiling to conceal her little smirk and didn't realize Nanny had reached around her waist to give an apparent hug. With a gasp Katie exhaled, her pacifier falling towards her dangling legs. The force of Nanny's squeeze caused her top half to lose her balance, her back pressing into Nanny's waiting chest. The back of her head came to rest beside Nanny's own, gently on her shoulder. If someone had taken a picture, they would have seen a smiling caretaker holding relaxed adult baby girl, her legs spread wide and high in an attempt to regain balance, and a diaper puffing out on the superior woman's lap. Before she had even realized what was going on, Katie heard the sound she had dreaded every day she spent with this woman. The dark spot already forming on the white and puffy elevated diaper. Though their faces were right next to each other, they watched with different expressions. Katie's dismay at her failure bore out on her face as she bit her lip in an attempt to ward off tears. A confident smile appeared on Nanny's face, a quick flash a sadism telling the world she had achieved the result she wanted. Katie tried to sit up, but Nanny pulled her in tight. "Good girl Katie, just let it all out." Defeated, Katie simply relaxed against Nanny's body and froze into place. A muffled sniffle managed to be heard above the wetting, but the tears would soon form. "It's alright sweetie, we'll go straight to the changing table and get you a fresh clean diaper. I might make it a nighttime one, we've been saying these daytime diapers just don't do the trick for too long now. Yes, this one's gonna be sooo full when you finish." With that Katie could no longer contain herself. She let out a wail that filled the room. Nanny simply cooed and patted her head until Katie had finished. After the diaper could take no more, Nanny gently let the baby back on the floor. Soggy and wet, Katie waited instruction as she tried to quiet herself on all fours. Picking up Katie's pacifier from the floor, Nanny cleaned it on her dangling bib before plopping it back into her mouth. Katie looked up at her with defeated and watery eyes. Nanny gave her a gentle smile before looking forward and beginning to walk towards the door. She allowed herself a few feet a which Katie, surprised again, only looked at the back of her caretaker. "Crawl," she said to the front of the room. Soggy diaper in tow, Katie did. Ah yes, it's always fun to keep the reader on their toes. Even when Katie thinks she's won, Nanny snatches back a victory. It was a humiliating defeat for Katie and she can't even contain that she lost. She cried when she wet her diaper because she knew both of them knew she was trying to hold it in. Ironically, if Katie had just submitted and wet like a good little girl without a fuss, the victory for Nanny would have been like the others, uncontested and un-noteworthy. If the story had continued, it's this game where it's best if you don't play that slowly breaks down a submissive character. We can see in the future where Katie has lost so many battles like this she doesn't even try, she becomes the compliant baby that Nanny wants. But for right now, she is still fighting and losing, and that's the potent spice to the story. Katie chose to fight and because of that she lost more than just the right to avoid one of Nanny's diaper changes. That is how you can use power dynamics and tension to build up your story.
  16. Hi,. I'm Steve from Glossop in the UK. Whilst I'm actually 44, in my mind I am a dirty 14 year old boy that kind of likes to wet and mess in his white briefs. Sometimes I like to be wearing a nappy because I just can't be trusted to be in big boys underpants, but ultimately I am put back in briefs as nappies should be for little boys. I'm looking forward to exploring the site, and bringing out the little boy in me again.
  17. Wet diaper under neith my new cuddle waddle romper so warm and fuzzy
  18. So I started writing this new story I just wanted to get some feedback on whether everyone would want me to keep going. I'm really bad at getting the character dialog right so please give me examples if its wrong. The story will also have some grammar issues that I missed but anyways just let me know if I should continue. Now lets start the show. Society The year is 2123 and the once iconic United States is all but changed. In 2018 the first fully functioning A.I. was turned on, what followed was an explosion of technology, medical advancements, and abundance of luxury goods. Robots took care of mundane task that Americans faced daily, new medical procedures allowed people to live long, food was more abundant, and for some luxury items grew past their expectations. Being from the working poor I never dreamed of such luxuries. “Justin you need to wake up and meet me downstairs!” my mom said as she shook me awake from my deep sleep. Slowly I raised up from my bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I look over to my stained white alarm clock noticing that its 8:12 in the morning. “Ugh, this better be good.” I say as I throw off the covers and make my way downstairs. Both me and the stairs pop I as I make my way downstairs before rounding the corner. Mom is sitting on the coach with her laptop humming away while a cup of coffee sits in front of her on the coffee table. “So what’s the big news that couldn’t wait?” I ask taking a seat beside her. “Well first things first, I want to say I’m sorry for not being able to spend more time with you.” “And I know you missed how it used to be when your father was alive but that’s all about to change.” Mom says as she takes a sip of her cooling coffee. “So what is it?” I say annoyed which gets me a glaring looking from mom. “Well the past five years I’ve been working on a new software algorithm and as of this morning I’m a sellout.” Mom said chuckling to herself. “The piece that I wrote was just bought by AMD for five hundred million dollars.” My jaw drops as I realize that everything is about to change for the better. “I’ve already purchased us a new home in the upper end of Baltimore.” “Ok, but what about our home and stuff here?” I ask knowing what we have isn’t worth much. “Don’t worry about that honey, I’ve already started the selling process to a local business that’s been eyeing the place since we moved in.” “Our new place is already fully stocked with most the things we need, later on I’ll let you order what you want from amazon but for now I need you to get dressed as our ride to the new place should be here at exactly 8:30.” It didn’t take long before mom and I were well on our way to the upper parts of Baltimore, as we passed the run down neighbor hoods I felt a sense of pride from where I came from, although me and mom didn’t have much we had each other and that was more than what most people had. When we finally arrived at our new place I was shocked when a white humanoid android came walking out to greet mom. “Good afternoon miss Jane I hope the ride here was a pleasant one.” “Thank you Handy, it was quite memorable.” Mom said as she placed her hand on my shoulder. “Would you mind showing Justin to his room I need to make a few phone calls.” “Of course miss Jane, right this way mister Justin.” Handy said as he gestured inwards to the door. As I stepped through the door I was taken back as a white light scanned my body. “Male 16 years of age, 180 pounds, height 5 feet 9 inches, blood type B positive, good afternoon Justin and welcome to your new home.” The voice said as I looked around trying to figure out where it came from. “Thank you Genie for the updated details, I’ll will store that information in mister Justin’s profile.” Handy said as he led the way to my new room. The walls were decorated nicely with varying art and on a few occasions we passed pictures of me, dad, and mom. The photos looked as if they been taken directly from my mother old photo book. “Here we are mister Justin.” Handy said as he pushed open the door to my new room. The room was pretty bland as almost everything was white. The carpet, white, walls white, and even my bed’s blanket is white. “Now mister Justin you can change the appearance of your room by using this panel over here.” Handy said as he walked just left of my door were a 10 inch led screen appeared. “You can change colors, textures, and even add videos to your walls.” Handy said has went through a selection of a Variety of colors and wallpapers. Just as he finished his demonstration Handy pushed a button and a table matching the color of the walls slid out from the wall adjacent to my bed. “Now mister Justin before you begin reconfiguring your room and exploring I must insist that we get you into a diaper.” I stood dumfounded at what he just said and it took me a few minutes to realize that Handy was in fact not Joking.
  19. I'm looking to play where a psychotic girl wishes for a new toy,a living baby doll to take care of. Her parent's grant her wish by kidnapping me and using paralytic agents to keep me as helpless as a newborn. If anyone wishes to play please let me know.
  20. Okay, I think I'm ready to be a diaper lover and try wetting, but I need some help and advice first. I also want to crossdress a bit and do it as a girl. So this is what I want to do. First, I need everybody's pick on a thick diaper, then I need everybody's pick on a dress, finally (and most important), I need to know what should I wear that will keep my legs open. Not being able to cross my legs before I wet would seem like the ultimate humiliation and it would make me feel like I regressed back to a baby. (Which is what I want to do). I appreciate any help and thank you for listening. I also apologize if I posted this in the wrong forum.
  21. I am not professional at writing, I simply felt like giving writing something a go. I will happily accept constructive feedback, at this point this may just be a one off thing. It's just something short and sweet, if it get's enough interest I may continue. ----------------------------------- "And why do I see a little girl not wearing her nappy?" I say with a disapproving tone as I see a naked little girl sitting in the lounge room. You jump not realising I had returned home from work, and not waiting for a response I pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. As I lay you down on the change table, I softly spank you on the bottom. "Princess, daddy left this morning and you were in a dry nappy… Where did that nappy go?” I ask sternly. You giggle and point to the corner of the room where a dry nappy lay crumpled, tapes ripped off. Not impressed, I roll you over and give you 10 quick spanks. You wince at each smack, 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10.. “I.. I.. I sowwy daddy” You squeak on the tenth spank. “For what…” I encourage. “I sowwie for removing my nappy, especially without your permission daddy.” I flip you back onto your back, pleased with your apology. I pull out a ABU Little Paws nappy out from under the table, and unfold it in front of you. I grab your ankles and lift them up in the air, sliding the nappy under you with ease and then bringing you down to rest on the fresh padding. Sprinkling powder on your crotch and pulling up your nappy, taping the sides tight enough to prevent leaks and prevent any unwanted falling. I tap the front of the nappy and blow a raspberry around your belly button. You giggle and let out a high squeal. I raise you up so that you are sitting on the table, I turn around and pick up some clothing from the cupboard. You raise your head and move in an attempt to see what I had picked up for you to wear. I reveal white and pink, butterfly pattern plastic pants, with a chain and lock around the waist. I push you back and pull the pants up your legs and with a ‘click’, the pants were secured on. Next was a matching t-shirt onesie, I pop it over your head. “Boo!” I exclaimed, when I caught your precious eyes. I do up the snaps in the crotch and announce that you are all done. I pick you up and take you back into the lounge room, plop you down in the middle of the room, you instantly turn around and resume watching the tv, I grab your playpen and place it around you, I grab the remote and change the channel over to ABC. You start to whine, to which I say “only big girls can watch big girl shows, little girls must watch ABC and cartoons.” As I walk towards the kitchen I rub your head and say “Now stay here and watch your shows, while Daddy goes to make you some milk”. I walk into the kitchen and grab you a pink toddler sippy cup, I pour in some milk and microwave it to warm it up. I take the milk out to you and sit it inside your playpen. “Here you are baby, some nice warm milk” Your eyes are fixed on the tv, you just reach out into random spaces until you feel the warmth of the cup. I look at my watch and decide it’s not yet time for dinner. I sit there and watch you transfixed on the moving shapes and colours on the TV screen, and I notice you becoming more and more restless. I try and get your attention, “Baby.” Nothing, I get up and walk over to you, I kneel down and touch your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” You look at me slightly dazed, and you nod. “Does my little need to go potty?”. You instantly blush and slowly nod your head. “Good thing you’re wearing your potty baby.” I rub the front of your nappy. You blush even more, and start to nibble on your thumb.”Here hunnie…” I pick you up and take you over to the couch, I sit you in my lap, so that your legs wrap around me. “…come sit with daddy and we can get dinner started soon.” You nestle into my chest and I wrap my arms around you and rub your back. A few moments of fidgeting later, I feel a sensation of warmth reaching the top of my legs. “Good Girl.”
  22. diapers

    Sunday morning, wet and ready to start day. Need to change. Happy sunday! What are you wearing?
  23. Happy 4th of July weekend! What are you wearing? Hope you have a goodnite like me!
  24. I've always thought it would be exciting form of punishment to be restrained on the changing table with an unfolded diaper underneath while Mommy straddled me (reverse cowgirl) and wet my diaper for me. Then she would tape it up and put me down for a soggy diaper nap. I haven't seen this scenario played out really at all in stories or on websites. I'm curious if anyone has had an experience like this they are willing to share?
  25. Good morning. Another goodnite sleep! Don't want to get out of bed! So warm and comfy! Did you have a good night too?