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lovelypearsonline · 8 months ago
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Elevate Your Style with Custom T-Shirt Printing in Singapore
Do you want to make custom-printed t-shirts? Whether for events, businesses or just for fun, printed tees are super trendy. They let you express your personality. But how do you get shirts printed with cool designs in Singapore? This blog tells you all about custom t-shirt printing in Singapore. We share easy tips on everything. 
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Print Unique Designs 
Print any text, photos or artwork you like on t-shirts. Create your own graphics with the help of good design software. For example; Adobe Illustrator or Photoshop. Or find cool images and illustrations on stock websites. Just ensure any images used are copyright-free. Unique illustrated designs really make custom-printed tees stand out!
Choose T-Shirt Colors
Pick t-shirt colours that match the theme, mood or vibe you want to convey. White and black shirts make prints look bold and striking. Coloured tees also work great, especially for subtle, tonal designs that blend nicely.
Decide Print Placement
Front chest prints are eye-catching and deliver maximum visibility. Full front prints make big stylish statements. Back prints are perfect for sports teams, events and businesses. Side panels, sleeves and shoulder prints enable quirky, creative aesthetics.
Get the Right Sizing 
Order a range of t-shirt sizes to fit everyone getting printed tees. Get kids' sizes small, medium, and large for young ones. And men's / unisex adult sizes from small through XL or XXL as required.
Pick Quality T-Shirts 
Use good quality, thick 100% cotton blank tees for long-lasting prints. Cotton-poly blends and tri-blend fabrics also work well. Ensure the tee material is soft and comfortable against the skin.
Select Print Method 
For printing on coloured shirts, heat transfer vinyl prints show up vibrantly. For detailed multi-color designs, opt for digital direct-to-garment (DTG) printing which replicates colors and shading accurately. As a premium t-shirt printing in Singapore, DTG gives you photo-quality prints.
Consider Special Effects 
Take printed tee designs up a notch with special effects! Add metallic foils or glitters for a touch of sheen. Use 3D puff inks to create raised, textured prints. Glow-in-the-dark and shimmer inks also look super cool. Other unique customisations include distressing, crackle effects, tone-on-tone prints and custom-sewn embellishments like patches or appliques.
Use A Reliable Printer 
When getting custom t-shirts made, choose a reputable, experienced t-shirt printing in Singapore with consistently good reviews for print quality and longevity. Check their portfolio for the printing capabilities you need.
Conclusion  Getting custom-printed tees in Singapore is easy when you know what to do. First, decide on a cool design concept and the t-shirt colours you want. Then select the ideal print placement, sizing and any special effects. Pick quality blank tee shirts and the right printing method for your needs. Work with reliable, skilled t-shirt printing in Singapore services who can bring your vision to life. Get samples checked before bulk ordering.
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mellowsadistic · 9 months ago
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The Succubus - Valentine's Day
A sequel to The Succubus.
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“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”
Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.
The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.
Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.
The Succubus reached out, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and put her hand on Debbie’s crotch. Debbie could feel the cold, soggy padding pressing against her pussy. “That’s my little bedwetter,” said the Succubus softly. She slipped a finger past the leak guards, her eyes not leaving Debbie’s face. “Soaked again... Mummy’s poor widdle baby just can’t contwol herself, can she?”  Then she spun her around and pulled out the back of her diaper. “But you’re still not pooping at night.” She turned her back around, smiling horribly. “Don’t worry though. Sooner or later you’ll start waking up stinky.”
Debbie imagined waking up every morning to a yucky mess in the seat of her pants and no memory of how it had got there, and felt sick at the thought. The Succubus wanted her to be fully incontinent. Her horrifying voice power had served to strip Debbie of most of her daytime control, but her commands didn’t work as well when Debbie was sleeping. It had taken weeks of ‘special medicine’ in her baby bottles, but now she was starting to reliably wake up in pissy Pampers. Yet the creature who had stolen her adulthood clearly wouldn’t be satisfied until she was doing the most babyish thing possible in her pants while she slept.
Once her hair was tied up in pigtails, frilly socks had been pulled over her feet, and she was dressed in a pale pink frock that failed to reach past the drooping, discoloured seat of her nappy (her overnight diaper was never changed before she made her morning poo-poo), Debbie was ready to head downstairs for breakfast. Mealtimes had been bad enough from the start, when the demon liked to cram her body inside a tight highchair, tie a bib around her neck, and feed her jar after jar of bland, mushy baby food – but things had become even worse ever since she’d realised there was another, better way to feed her ‘baby girl’.
They headed into the living room rather than the kitchen once they’d gone down the stairs, to find John lounging in an armchair having just finished his breakfast. His empty tray was sitting on a table beside him.
“Go and kiss Daddy good morning,” said the Succubus, patting Debbie’s diapered bottom to send her on her way.
Debbie hurried over to her husband. She wasn’t really allowed to kiss him, she knew. Instead she pressed the shield of her binky briefly against his cheek and let him pat her on the head. “Good morning, pretty princess,” he cooed, and Debbie’s heart did a little flutter despite herself.
She turned around and felt her stomach roll, as it always did, at the sight of the Succubus sitting on the sofa with her large, heavy tits out of her top. A droplet of milk was glistening on the end of one of her nipples. “Come to Mummy, baby,” she said seductively, her dark eyes burning like coals. “Time for your feeding.”
Debbie toddled to the sofa, diaper crinkling noisily, and lay herself across the monster woman’s lap. It had taken a while for her milk to come in, but now she produced enough that Debbie had three meals a day from her boobs, supplemented in the evenings by oatmeal and store-bought baby food. With a wet pop, the Succubus removed the dummy from her mouth and guided her lips slowly towards her waiting breast, clearly savouring the look of revulsion on her victim’s face.
Debbie felt the warm nipple enter her mouth, and her lips closed around it and began to suckle instinctively, enthusiastically, against her will. Hot, creamy breastmilk ran down her throat at once. It had a rum-like sweetness to it that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but no matter how hard she tried, Debbie couldn’t ignore the fact that she was guzzling milk from another woman’s tits. It didn’t help that the Succubus cooed to her in a sickening sweet voice while she fed.
“Good girl, Debbie! Drink up all your milkies, that’s a good baby. Isn’t it yummy-wummy? Straight from Mummy’s boobies to baby’s belly.”
The milk seemed endless, and Debbie’s stomach already felt full to bursting when she was moved onto the second breast. But she knew better than to try and fight. That would just make the creature use that cold, awful voice, and Debbie would simply end up doing as she was told anyway. She may even earn herself a spanking to boot. At last she finished her breakfast, and after being briefly burped with her head over the Succubus’s shoulder, the monster kissed her on the forehead, shoved her pacifier back between her lips, and got up. “Time for Mummy to have her breakfast too,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I think pancakes sound tasty. You stay here and behave yourself, okay sweetie?” And she left Debbie sitting on the sofa feeling heavy and tired, with her tummy full to the brim with breastmilk.
But Debbie knew she had a rare opportunity. It wasn’t often that the Succubus left her alone with her husband. John was still in his armchair, reading the paper, and the moment the demon left the living room, Debbie got off the sofa and waddled over to him as fast as she could. She could feel the milk sloshing around in her stomach. John looked up from his paper at the sound of her rustling diaper just as she reached him. Pushing aside his newspaper, her gaze fixed on his handsome face, Debbie clambered into her husband’s lap and straddled one of his legs. She bounced impatiently on his knee, and John wrinkled his nose at the pee-pee smell, but he chuckled indulgently all the same. “Do you want a horsey-ride, little missy?”
“Yes please,” Debbie whispered breathily, her soother falling from her mouth and dangling on the end of its chord. It had been over two weeks since she’d last had the opportunity for a ‘horsey-ride’ on his lap, but she felt that if the two of them could just have something resembling an intimate moment today, on Valentine’s Day, it would somehow undo the Succubus’s brainwashing and make John see her as a woman again.
John raised his eyebrow at her.
“Yes please, Daddy,” she corrected, hating the monster that had done this to her loving husband.
John nodded, satisfied, and started to bounce his knee. “Horsey, horsey, don’t you stop,” he sang, “just let your feet go clippety-clop!”
Debbie suppressed a moan of pleasure as her padded pussy was pressed hard against his knee with each bounce. If she closed her eyes and ignored the singing, if she pressed her body against his chest and pretended her pants weren’t full of pee-pee, she could almost pretend that they were making love.
“Your tail goes swish and your wheels go round!”
Her clit was pulsing delightfully. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She was so desperate these days. She was almost there… She was right on the edge…
“Giddy up, we’re homeward bound!”
“I think that’s enough of that!” came the Succubus’s amused voice, and Debbie felt arms loop around her middle and lift her effortlessly off her husband’s knee.
“Noooo!” she shrieked, kicking her legs and humping the air desperately. Her pussy was spasming, tantalisingly close to relief. “No! No! No!”
Her feet hit the floor and there was a sharp smack on her bottom. “Aren’t you a lucky girl, getting to play on Daddy’s lap for a bit!” the demon crooned darkly. She swatted Debbie’s bottom again. “But settle down now, babykins. You can’t play horsey forever, and Daddy doesn’t want you rubbing your disgusting, piss-soaked diaper all over him.”
“Pleeeease…” Debbie begged, tears welling up in her eyes. She pressed her hand against the front of her nappy and started to rub. She couldn’t stop herself. She needed release.
“Bad girl, Debbie!” the Succubus scolded, pushing her hands away from her crotch. “Is that what Mummy’s taught you to do when you’re feeling naughty tingles in your no-no spot?”
Debbie whined. She clenched her fists at her sides and bounced on the spot. Her pussy was so achy. She hated asking, hated what it involved, but it was the only time the Succubus ever allowed her to orgasm. Most of the time the monster refused her. But occasionally, just frequently enough, she’d say yes.
���Mummy…” Debbie said through gritted teeth. “Please can I have sex?”
“Keep going, baby,” the Succubus said, her eyes glittering maliciously. “Ask properly.”
“I know… I know I’m too silly and little for real sex,” said Debbie, glaring at the floor, “but I want to play pretend. Please can I have sex with my teddy bear?”
The Succubus ran her fingers through one of Debbie’s pigtails, considering, letting the silence drag on. “Yes you may, baby,” she said finally. “Go get teddy.”
Debbie rushed over to the toybox that sat in the corner of the room and pulled out an enormous teddy bear, disentangling him from some of her dress-up clothes. But she’d only gone two steps back towards the Succubus when she stopped dead. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then a soft grunt escaped her lips. Her knees began to bend, and she found herself sinking into an uncontrollable squat. Tears spilled down her cheeks. “No…” she sobbed.
“Uh-oh!” sang the Succubus, and Debbie could hear the grin on her face. “Looks like it’s time for someone’s morning whoopsies!”
John laughed. “I’m just glad she waited until she was out of my lap!”
Debbie let out a loud, unladylike grunt, following by another sob, and then she got to work pushing last night’s din-dins into her pants. Her diaper drooped even lower beneath the hem of her frock as a heavy, smelly mess dropped into the back. Her face was scrunched up as though she was straining with all her might to make as big of a poo-poo as she possibly could in her Pampers, although the truth was that she was quite out of control of her own body. Her nappy sagged again as she dumped another load into it, accompanied by a fresh wave of wee-wee, so that her baby pants hung so heavily between her thighs they were halfway down to her knees. Then, with a final grunt, Debbie straightened up.
“Mummy…” she whimpered. “Please can I have a change before… before…”
The Succubus’s face was as full of delight as Debbie’s was with horror. She approached the quivering baby woman like a predator. “No, little one,” she said, her tone mocking. “If you want your special rub-rubs today then you have to have them now, in your dirty diaper.” She shoved Debbie’s dummy back between her lips, took her by the hand, and led her over to the centre of the room. “Put teddy down here,” she said, pointing at the floor. Arms trembling, Debbie did as she was told. She felt sick with shame, but even with the horrible, babyish mess in her pants, her pussy was still burning needily. “Good girl,” said the monster, flushed with arousal. “Now you can have sex with teddy, and I can have sex with your husband.” She looked over at John. “Ready for round two?” she asked, smirking.
John grinned back and started to undo his belt as his lover strutted over to him, stripping off her clothes as she went. Meanwhile Debbie lowered herself gently to the floor, on top of her teddy bear. She nearly gagged when the poop in her diaper squished against her bottom, but she was almost too horny to care. The first thrust against teddy sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t stop herself moaning like a slut. She heard John and the Succubus laugh, but she kept going, grinding her aching, diaper-clad pussy against her bear, picking up speed. But then she made the mistake of looking up, and although she didn’t stop humping, Debbie started to wail at the sight of the demon riding her husband’s cock. She was straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his manhood with her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Oh, oh, ohhh!” she moaned.
Debbie felt her orgasm getting closer and closer, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nightmare happening before her. She sucked frantically on her binky and went cross-eyed as she thrust against her teddy bear, her head dizzy with need. She was right on the edge. And then she was over it, she was cumming in her stinky, sopping wet diaper – and as she did, the Succubus looked over her shoulder with an evil smile and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl…”
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katsukiizmoon · 1 year ago
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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time ┊ Hana ; #02 ꒱
『♡』 Post-Partum urinary incontinence is the bane of your existence, ruining everything, but Katsuki kisses you like it doesn’t matter.
『♡』 having a baby and all that comes with it, post partum anxiety, urinary incontinence, comfort, suggestive scene, insecurity, healthy relationship, pet names : bunny, angel, baby, f!reader
You keep peeing on yourself and it’s fucking infuriating. The stitches have healed and you’re coming along nicely but you just keep peeing on yourself.
You love Hana, her pretty little blonde curls and red eyes. You love her giggles and her cries, even when she makes you cry. But you keep peeing on yourself and it’s the most embarrassing part of having a baby thus far.
Katsuki doesn’t mind, he laughs a little with the baby in his arms when you shove her to him. He watches you waddle to the bathroom grumbling and muttering curses.
It really doesn’t bother him, but it bothers you.
Hana stretched your pelvic floor to hell and back and now, as the doctor said it, you have urinate incontinence.
You change your pad in a haste, wiping gently with a baby wipe and look in the mirror. A cry comes from the other room and you shoot out, darting toward your husband.
“What happened?!” You bite, rushing over to the pair.
Nothing. Nothing happened. Hana is happily sucking down a bottle of breast milk in her fathers arms. She’s getting milk drunk, happy as can be, and he’s bouncing her and humming.
“What’re you talkin’ about baby?” Katsuki mumbles, head tilted to look at your eyes.
“I-I thought I heard her crying..” You mumble and he gives you a pitiful look.
Katsuki moves to sit on the couch, flicking on some random shoujo anime he swears he doesn’t watch. And you follow suit, sitting next to him on the black leather.
His spare arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to his body. His other thick, muscular arm holds Hana and the bottle. He’s gotten amazing at that, multitasking.
Plush lips come down to the top of your head and he murmurs reassurance. You turn and curl into him, breathing in the familiar scent of him.
It’s interesting, smelling the mix of caramel and baby powder all at once. It isn’t something you though you’d find comfort in until now. You feel with your arm for the throw blanket and drape it over the two of you.
“What’s wrong angel?” He ponders, watching the way you close your eyes slowly and sigh in response.
The anime girls on the show are confessing their undying love with roses and bento boxes. It’s kind of cute.
Hana let’s out a satisfied noise and he pulls the bottle from her mouth with a pop, setting it to the side. You lick your thumb and wipe the excess milk from her face and giggle at her features scrunching up in disagreement.
“Just.. worried? What if something happens, you know? And and i- I can’t stop freaking peeing on myself. Even if it’s just a little. I don’t see why you’d be interested in me when I’m constantly- just- yeah.” You let out, breathless and frustrated.
Katsuki hums, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He unwraps his heavy arm from around your middle and turns, lifting your face using his thumb and hand. And he kisses you.
He kisses you deep and slow, sighing into it. And he breaks away when Hana makes a noise, bouncing her momentarily before going back in.
His lips are so soft and remind you of the first time you ever kissed. It reminds you of the day he asked you to marry you. The day he found out you were pregnant.
And his tongue is hot and heavy in your mouth. Patiently exploring and soothing the deep need in your bones to feel wanted.
“I don’t care that you’re peeing on yourself. I don’t care that you need to wear pads cause of it n’ I damn sure haven’t lost interest.” He breaks the kiss, forehead pressing to yours.
You open your mouth, then close it again, then speak.
“But you haven’t touched me..” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.
“Oh bunny, is that what this is about?” He rasps, worried and kissing over your cheeks where tears begin to spill.
You nod and tremble in his grip.
“The only reason I haven’t fucked you on every surface in our house, haven’t licked every inch of your body, is because you’ve been tired, baby.” His thumb brushes over your lip and he kisses you again, softly.
“I’ve seen how much work you’ve been doing with Hana n’ all. And you’ve been so upset with yourself cause of the peeing situation I thought’cha weren’t ready, angel.” He explains.
Relief washes over your features and you sigh, weight lifted from your chest. You grab him by the jaw and kiss him as hard as you can. He deepens it, and only breaks when Hana begins to make noise.
“Is that- is that really why ?” You murmur, eyes wide and full of hope.
Katsuki nods, crimson eyes boring into your own. His arm bounces your daughter over and over, keeping her snoozing against the fat near his pec.
You spend some time watching the anime, drinking water and lightly snacking. Mundane things, domestic things. Everything that makes life worth it.
He gets up, walking through the house and into the nursery and places her in the crib for her nap time. When he gets back, Katsuki all but slings you into his lap.
You don’t have sex, but the shoujo anime is drowned out in the back regardless. He takes his time with you, exploring new ridges and curves of your body.
Momentarily, you worry about the pad pressing against him. Just how embarrassing it is, at least to you. But that goes away when he kisses up your throat and groans out a praise.
“You’re the sexiest thing on this planet.” He declares, nipping at your jaw, fingers digging into the plush of fat above your hip.
“So glad I made you a momma..” He murmurs, kissing your mouth. And you look to find him staring at you with love struck eyes, looking over your entire body.
He looks between you and let’s put a breathy sigh watching your hips rock into his. Satisfied, he tries to take it a little bit further.
And you forgot about all the water you had. You forgot about the fact that you’ll pee on yourself a little too easily.
So he jostles you, pulling you down so he can get a little more friction. And when he tries to adjust himself by scooching up more, your thin pad gets soaked through.
You screech, embarrassed that you just wet yourself while making out with your husband. It reminds you all too well of every little awkward thing you’ve ever done.
And he doesn’t care, he just ignores it, for a moment. Grabs you by the back of the head and kisses you nice and deep, squeezing your ass. He pats then, telling you to go ahead and change.
When you come back, you don’t notice that he’s changed his sweats to the most similar he could find. You don’t need to know that it got on his pants.
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alexandy99 · 7 months ago
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New 24/7 Diaper Girl
About a month and a half ago, I started admitting the truth to myself: gaining weight has made me incontinent. I began leaking more and more as my belly got bigger and bigger. I started using pads, then pull ups, then somehow I ended up here, wearing diapers 24/7.
I've loved my journey, and I am excited to keep sharing and exploring my intersection of fat and padding.
So what are your favorite diapers?? I want to add them to my wishlist and try them all!🥰
💞Wishlist💞
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tobereadindiapers-again · 6 months ago
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The Nurse Pt 1.
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You laid on the cold, hard hospital bed starring at the ceiling, trying your best to hold back your tears. Your tears were the final thing you felt you still had some control of, the final connection you felt you had to your masculinity, they fell despite your best effort. The diaper wrapped around your midsection warmed as you felt urine trickle over your now hairless balls and absorb in the soft damp padding under your cheeks, as if to confirm your masculinity was indeed a thing of the past.
You tried not to let the diagnosis replay itself in your head for the millionth time, but it seemed, as if with all things, that too was out of your control. "The surgery had some unexpected complications." "Fully incontinent" "adult briefs". You ventured a feel under your blanket. Hand running under the hospital gown to collide abruptly with smooth plastic. You ran your hand over the swollen bulge probing gingerly at the soft padding. It was so thick you could hardly feel your own dick through all of the padding. 
"Diapers", you thought, "I'm going to be stuck in diapers for the rest of my life." The tears came unabated now. 
There was a sudden knock at the door, and it creaked open. 
"Mr.... Mr. Smith?"
You quickly pulled your hand from under your sheets, and tried to wipe the tears from your eyes.
You clear your throat and sit up with a sniffle. "Erhm, yes. Yes that's me."
You were dismayed to see the nurse that entered the room was some 5 years your junior, and absolutely beautiful. You could read on her face that your attempts to hide your emotions had been futile. She wore a mask of sadness and pity. 
"I'm sorry, do you... do you need a minute?" She asked, brushing her hair back anxiously with her fingers.
"No, no. I'm... I'm fine." You say trying to regain your composure. "What, what is it?"
"Well I'm here to ummm, well, to get you cleaned up."
"Oh..." you stammer, the reality of the situation donning on you. "No, there's no need for you to do that. I can manage it I'm sure."
"Yeah, um, I'm sure you can, but you see it's hospital policy I'm afraid. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I uh, well I do this all the time, haha." She chuckled the last part uncomfortably.
"What? Why is that hospital policy? I promise it's not an issue."
"Yes, I know I know. I wish that wasn't the case, but I'm sure you can understand, a lot of our other patients who have... recently started using protection, are much less capable of you, and well some of them get embarrassed as well. We, need to be certain that you're changed" she paused "that you have adequate protection until you are discharged from our care. It's a legal thing, I'm sure you understand, right? Plus! Looking at your chart it seems we're just holding you overnight for observation, so you'll be out of here and on your own by tomorrow morning! Isn't that good news?"
Tears once again stung the back of your eyes. "Please be quick." You affirmed with a crack in your voice. 
The nurse nodded curtly and started pulling on her nitrile gloves. From under your bed she produced a fresh folded diaper, a plastic tube of ointment, a large plastic bottle, and a package of wipes. 'So much equipment' you thought. So much is needed for me just to use the bathroom now.' She placed all of it beside you and stopped.
"I'm Sarah" she said.
"Matt." You replied looking away.
"Nice to meet you Matt. I'm sorry that this is happening to you. But you should know you're not alone. I see patients everyday that need to wear protection. I know it seems like the end of the world right now, but I promise in the grand scheme of things it's really not that bad."
You nod quietly, afraid to speak for fear of loosing your cool, and crying through your first diaper change as an 'adult'. You knew she was lying. How many diapers did she ever change on a 30 year old man? ZERO. That was your bet.
"Now, I understand this is your first time wearing a brief?"
"Diaper" you thought, lips pursed tightly. She didn't continue. Finally you nodded.
"Right, well, with you being discharged tomorrow I'm going to show you some things ok. I promise I'm a real pro."
With that she unfolded the tightly packed diaper and crumpled it back and forth in her hands, as if to advertise: this is how loud and noticeable the diaper will be.
"We call this floofing. It breaks up the material so it's softer and more absorbent." She explained. "Now," she pulled your hospital sheet off of you and began to pull up your gown.
Reflexively you grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand away.
"Mr... Matt, please. I promise it's nothing I haven't seen. I'm trying to 'be quick' remember?"
You release your grip on the soft smooth skin of her forearm and let your hand fall. Suddenly ashamed and embarrassed at your outburst. 
"I'm sorry." You stammer, stealing yourself for the inevitable. 
"That's ok. I know this must be hard for you." She says pulling up your gown to reveal your sodden yellowed diaper. 
You couldn't help but look down at yourself. The infantile plastic fabric mounded between your legs seemed huge. Worse yet it was stained yellow, with your piss. "When did I do all that?" You thought. For the first time since Sarah had entered a tinge of fear overpowered your humiliation. "Do I really have that little control of myself now? Am I really that broken?"
As if answering your unspoken questions, Sarah continued. "Now, if you're changing lying down, you'll want to place the fresh diap.. brief underneath yourself in case you have a little accident midway through. That way it will all go in the new brief. Can you lift your butt up for me."
This was all too much. You numbly thrust your diapered crotch into the air for the whole world to see. Not least of which this poor beautiful woman beside you, whose face was practically pressed up against it, forced to endure changing the piss soaked rags of the invalid before her.
She daftly slid the unfolded diaper beneath you. "And down. Very good!" She nearly cooed. "Now, we just take the old one off." With each deafening rip of tape your anxiety built to a crescendo. Finally the sodden diaper lay tapeless across your shame. Sarah smiled a fake smile to no one and peeled back the top of the diaper to expose your hairless, piss covered groin to the room. You looked down at yourself, and at her sitting beside you. You felt as though your dick wasn't even yours anymore. Useless now, dribbling pee at random, and hairless, shaved while you were out during surgery. It looked and felt so juvenile. YOU looked and felt so juvenile, you thought. And you to make everything worse you were experiencing your new body for the first time with this beautiful young stranger. You glanced over at her, as if to find some comfort, some understanding, but there was nothing but the same sad, pitiful look on her face.
"Now, your number one concern with incontinence is actually skin care." Sarah said putting on a brave face. "So you want to make sure you clean up thoroughly during every change." She explained pulling wet wipes from their packs. 
You flinched away as she began to wipe you down. 
"Sorry, they're cold." She said smiling at you, and making eye contact for the first time since the change began. 
They were cold, but you weren't sure that was exactly why you flinched. Perhaps it was the obscene humiliation of a complete stranger wiping your own piss off your most intimate area, and a beautiful stranger at that. 
It occurred to you that just a day or two ago, the only interactions you'd have had with a beautiful woman and your dick would have been a fun sexual encounter. This couldn't be any further from a sexual encounter, despite having her gloved hand petting your dick at that very moment. You weren't a sexual partner. You were just a smelly, humiliating burden. 
"Now, I know you probably don't want to hear this, but if I were you, I would continue to remove your pubic hair. I know that may make you feel... a certain way, but trust me, having hair down there makes clean up WAY harder, and it can hold in smell, and you DEFINITELY don't want that. But of course that's totally up to you. That's just my two cents!" She finished cheerily.
Just when you thought your humiliation had peaked, more is piled on. You had assumed your hair removal was part of the procedure. That you could grow it back like the man you are. But no, being clean shaven is just another part of being in diapers.
"Ok! You're all clean! So now you can change into your new brief!" She said with false cheer. "Lift up."
For the final time you thrust your groin into the air, right by this poor woman's face. She pulled the sodden diaper from beneath you, and you lowered yourself onto the fresh diaper. 'Never not in a diaper' you thought. 
"Very good." Sarah said rolling up your used diaper. "You can roll these right up like this and tape them back closed like this." She explained, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to teach someone how to dispose of their used diapers. "Now. Remember how I said skin care is  super important?" You nodded numbly. "This is where you will want to be very meticulous with that. The first thing I like to do is apply the barrier cream. According to your chart you're fully incontinent correct? And the doctor explained what that means?"
"Yes." You mumbled meekly.
"So we expect you'll be passing stool into your diapers as well." She paused, presumably catching herself using the 'd' word, then powered through. "Prolonged exposure to your feces will break down your skin much faster than urine, so you'll want to change yourself as soon as possible. However that's not always possible, so it's highly recommended you apply a barrier cream"
'You'll be passing stool into your diapers' she had said. YOUR diapers. YOU WILL BE SHITTING IN YOUR DIAPERS. This is your reality now. Presumably for the rest of your life.
Sarah squeezed a line of ointment onto her gloved index finger. "This should be about how much you want. Oh! And definitely you'll want to wear gloves. These ointments can be really greasy." She explained.
Without further explanation she reached down and pulled your nutsack back and slid her lubed finger between your cheeks. You could feel her smearing the greasy ointment outward across your butt. 
"Make sure at the very least you cover your bottom, and the back of your scrotum. That's the area most likely to be in contact with feces."
To your absolute horror, you felt your member began to grow at her touch. Pulsating as it filled with blood, despite your state. It was all just too much. Tears again began to fall silently down your cheeks.
"Oh!" Sarah exclaimed despite her attempts at professionalism. She looked back at you and exclaimed again. "Oh, no, no, no. Please don't cry. This is totally natural. I completely understand it's all beyond your control. And hey, this is really really good news for you right. We were uncertain in the procedure would result in importance as well right?"
Your tears continued unabated.
"Hey hey hey!" She continued trying to console you, "this is great news! Your dick still works! Right!" She smiled jokingly, relieving some of the tension in the room.
You smiled despite yourself. Wiping the tears away and nodding. "Thank you." You said.
"Ok, ok we're almost done! Hang in there." She said. "This is just oil. I'll be honest it's J&J baby oil. There's no getting around it, that's just what works as an all a round barrier to protect your skin." She was rushing now. Clearly as eager to get this over with now as you were.
She splashed a few dabs onto your groin where your hair used to be, and started rubbing it in around your now fully erect penis. 
"Just try and cover all of your private area with this AT LEAST once a day. I recommend after your morning diaper change when you're out of the shower. But after every diaper change would be better" She had dropped all pretenses in her hurry to get away from your erection that had become the hairless elephant in the room. 
You noticed with dismay that while Sarah oiled you up, urine trickled from the head of your penis onto your stomach, pooling a bit and rolling down your side into the fresh diaper beneath you. The realization that you truly had NO control dawned on you fully. What good was it being able to have an erection if it was always going to be leaking piss anyway?
"Ooops!" She said cheerfully, wiping the fresh urine off of your stomach. "Ok! Last bit, is the powder!" She said not missing a beat. She explained all of the different types you could purchase as she sprinkled the flagrant powder over your glistening freshly oiled erection and balls. You didn't catch much of what she said. All you could think about was the smell. Baby. It was baby powder. You smell like a baby now. And why shouldn't you? wrapped in your diaper, and covered in your own fluid. It was only fitting you now also SMELL like a baby.
"....use this EVERY TIME you change." She finished. "And that's it! Now we just tape you up."
She pulled the top of your new diaper up and over your penis. Pinning your still erect penis to your tummy.
"And then it's just one, two, three, four." She explained as she taped the fresh diaper in place. "Some people like to tape a different order, but that's what I like." She said, hurriedly pulling your gown back down to cover your new diaper before you had a chance to inspect it.
"Now what I would do," she explained "is stand up and test the fit. That's important if you change yourself laying down."
After such a thoroughly humiliating experience, you felt absolute relief at once again being covered and hidden from her, even if it was just by a thin hospital gown that did little to nothing to hide the outline of the diaper. Slowly you sat up and swung your feet over the side of the bed and stood. You winced painfully at the surprisingly loud crinkles your diaper made along the way. Finally you stood. You were a full head taller than Sarah you noticed. It felt weird standing in front of her like this. So close. Your boner, fully known to both of you, still straining against its new plastic prison. 
"Now how does it feel?" She asked "run your fingers along the leg holes to make sure it's not too tight there. You can always readjust accordingly."
"It feels pretty humiliating." You said half jokingly.
You hoped it would lighten the mood some, but she just looked at you with the same sad pity. 
"You'll get used to it. You'll see. This is your life now, and it's best if you try not to fight it. Okay? You'll be alright. Just a learning curve is all." She smiled and threw your used diaper in the trash by the door, and sorted your supplies back under your bed.
You shifted uncomfortably on your feet, feeling the slick ointment between your cheeks, and the heft of the diaper between your legs. You stopped moving to avoid the obvious crinkles you were producing not wanting to draw attention to it. Dumb you thought, given all that just happened.
Satisfied with her cleaning Sarah stood to leave. "I'll be on shift all night ok? So just press that button there if you need anything. It was nice to meet you Matt. You're going to be ok"
"Thank you Sarah." You said abashedly.
She turned in the door, "and Matt,"
You looked up expectantly from your diaper bulge.
"When your penis settles down, reach in and point it back towards the bottom of your diaper, or you'll leak." She smiled, nodded and was gone.
"Your diaper" you said quietly. You wear diapers now. "And you'd better get used to it."
END OF PART ONE
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princescribbler · 1 year ago
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5 Common Misconceptions of ABDLs!
To be clear, these are common misconceptions ABDLs have, not common misconceptions ABOUT us ABDLs!
1. "My kink is so rare!"
Really? Because candidly, abdl, ageplay, and diaper fetishism intersect in a fascinating way. There are diaper fetishists who despise any form of ageplay or regression, there are ageplayers who get off on the Ageplay, or the diapers, or the humiliation, teasing, or any other aspect of the kink. And candidly, you can tell ABDL really isn't that uncommon when the communities that show up are this large and varied. Heck, there's entire communities on reddit with tens of thousands of abdls, and that's just one site (and not the most kink friendly space to begin with.) Add in the fact that many people are very embarrassed or worried about this kink and you've got an even better explanation for why it can FEEL very rare or isolating... but it often comes down to just being hard to find, at first!
2. "Nobody vanilla will accept me! They must all think I'm a freak" (or similar negative expectation setting)
Except.. they do, all the time, every day. I've personally avoided most vanilla relationships, but I know MARRIED abdl couples who started with one partner totally vanilla, and some of the biggest and most successful content creators in this space are well known for having partners not into ABDL.
Simply put, if you assume it'll go wrong and you'll be judged, your body language, words, and tone can be much more nervous and defensive and make your partner feel ill at ease. Try to not go in with negative assumptions!
3. "I have to find a caregiver to feel little!"
Uh... no you don't. Your kink might involve a partner, your desires might include one or more people around to care for you or dominate you or join you in diapered submission... but none of that means you can't enjoy still, and have a GREAT time. You can try to foster your own regressive or littlespace mindset, happily. And you don't need ANYONE else to enable that. If you're expecting that just having sometime else around will fix things, you're sadly incorrect! You need, at some level, to be comfortable enough to not just rely on EXTERNAL enforcement of your abdl side!
4. "I should get rid of [x] because I feel embarrassed/bad/upset!" (Or any similar variant of the binge/ purge mentality)
Binge and purge cycles happen, and can be very emotionally destructive. Try to instead put the object in storage instead of throwing it out, because often your emotional negative response will only get worse when you later regret it or judge your own reaction.
Try to give yourself the space to struggle, but don't just throw things away or destroy them if they're kink items... instead, realize you might feel differently later and give yourself the grace to be allowed to change your mind without any further fear or judgment!
5. "Everybody can tell if I'm padded/ little/ going out discretely!"
No they can't. I could stop there but truly let's consider this: you realize that incontinence is common... shockingly common. You've passed people in adult diapers, pull ups, discrete pads, you've likely even been in a room with another heavily diapered adult and NEVER realized. Because unless you're being obvious, have leaks, or make a point to wear very form fitting clothing, nobody will notice or likely even look! You're much less exposed than your brain makes you think!!
My point is this: be nice to yourself, and work hard to challenge those negative self talk moments that come up for so many abdls. Your interests and desires aren't as rare as you think, more people are ok with it than you realize, nobody can usually tell even if you are padded (and would be more likely to assume it medical than kinky even if they noticed), and struggling with this is normal too!
BE NICER TO YOURSELF: THAT'S THIS PAPI'S ORDERS! You don't deserve to feel bad about something that helps you feel good!
And as always; stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!
- Scribbler
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celestialprincesse · 9 months ago
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Bourbon 🏜🥃
You linger somewhat awkwardly in Simon's kitchen, eyes darting about to take everything in whilst you run the pad of your forefinger over the ridges of the glass which you currently sip from. The newcomer seems to observe you with something you could almost see as appreciation, chocolate eyes flitting from your head to your booted toes.
"Nice place." You hum, trying unsuccessfully to break the silence, pulling the sleeves of your shirt over your palms. "Got it cheap." He nods, turning back to the casserole dish which he warms through on the stovetop. "Everything here is cheap." The sound of your voice comes out so unintentionally bitter that you force yourself to clear your throat as you stare at him with a flush overtaking your cheeks, suddenly intrigued by the contents of your glass.
"Haven't seen you 'round." Simon observes, taking the pot from the stove and placing it on the dining table, reaching too easily to the top cupboard over the sink to withdraw two bowls, sliding them across the table whilst you automatically fill them with the casserole. You can't help but to hum in satisfaction when the steam finds your nose and makes your stomach growl.
"Don't get out so much." Your voice fills the kitchen as he stares at you, handing you a fork. "Too much to get done at my place. Tryna get ready for when summer starts proper."
"It's June." The soldier before you chuffs, and you think perhaps he raises an amused brow beneath his balaclava.
You give a noncommittal hum at that, settling in the chair opposite him and pointing at the hulking figure hunched over the table with your fork. "July's when it gets real hot. Days get longer." You advise, taking an appreciative bite of your own cooking, lips kicking up in a smile when he gives a nod of enjoyment himself. With the balaclava rolled halfway up his crooked nose, you can't help but appreciate more than just his quiet company, but also the pronounced bow of his lips and the strong set of his jaw, shadowed by just barely grown out stubble and a wry smirk.
"Good to know." He grunts before taking another mouthful of his food whilst you take a long sip of bourbon to distract yourself from the off-putting sensuality of his movements.
"Marlene saw you at the body shop. You fix cars or sum'n?" "Marlene?" Simon nearly chokes at your bluntness before his surprise turns to amusement at how you're practically more socially inept than he is.
"Marlene. Pretty, blonde, talks like she's verbally incontinent? Flits around Frank like a moth to a flame?" "Frank?"
"Hell." You huff, pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger.
"What?" He grunts with a chuckle that has your heart doing flips against your ribs.
"You know anyone here?" "I know you." That wry smile pulls at his lips again and you think that if he keeps looking at you like that you'll either puke or cry - or wind up on your knees - which you'd really rather not be doing when you've known this guy all of five minutes.
"Frank's a mechanic, works at the bodyshop, which Dean owns. Marlene is Frank's girlfriend - and the biggest gossip on this side of the equator."
"Right - and Marlena-" "Marlene." "Marlene told you I fix cars?"
"No. Marlene told me she say you at the body shop and by the state of the Chevy outside I put two and two together."
He gives a thoughtful hum at that, looking over at you with a glint in his eye before washing down his last bite with a swill of whiskey.
"I'm no mechanic but I know a thing or two." "About old cars?" You can't tamp down the obvious hope in your voice as you stare up at him in a way that makes his stomach tighten.
"How old?" "I got a '69 fastback. S' a mess and I got no time to look at it properly. Not even too sure where to start."
"I'll come over and have a look tomorrow." Simon grunts, leaving no room for argument as he goes back to eating whilst you stare like he's just told you he's actually Superman disguised as a very handsome, rugged military man.
"Eat your dinner."
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elysianmadness · 9 months ago
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Mommy pulling me up into her lap and I accidentally wet myself, getting piss all over her brand new outfit, so she spanks me and forces me into diapers. Then she spends the rest of the day in her ruined outfit, just to remind me of what a helpless, incontinent little baby I am every time I see her. As if the thick padding between my legs didn't remind me enough, especially when Mommy stops me to give me a diaper check.
One can dream.
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diariesofababy · 5 months ago
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How long that you have been wearing diaper for?
I’ve been incontinent for 9 years now
But started going 24:7 in diapers for about 4 years
All the years before was leaking pull ups, pads and bad diapers until a friend recommended me abdl diapers 😭
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marshmellowtea · 1 month ago
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For fun: any agereg headcanons for Will Clarke :0
oh my gosh so many you have no idea alkgjdaslkf. i know i've made posts about him before but i don't think i've made a headcanon compilation post for him yet (and if i have uhhh i forgor 💀) so i'm gonna use this ask as an excuse to do that hope you're ready—
i already know this is gonna get long so i'm gonna put it under a readmore. tws for mentions of canon abuse and cults, and discussion of diapers. let me know if i should warn for anything else <3
will generally regresses anywhere between 0-5, but usually he hovers near the 1-3 end of that spectrum. he baby
his main caregivers are mike, tanya, and yu (who i like to picture adopting him in a happier au 🥲), but martha, ellie, and fisher and hutchins (for my tedfishyu fans out there lol) also step in from time to time. i think jimmy also sometimes looks after him but that's usually when he and regina have playdates (i also headcanon her as a regressor but that's a thought for another time lol)
i think mrs. hutchins steps in to look after him from time to time too, especially before he's taken in by his adopted family (which she's also a part of i'm not leaving her out, she's just there first and before it's official lol). i don't think she knew he was regressing per se, she just knew he was a vulnerable teenager who acted kinda childlike sometimes so she did her best to look after him when he needed it <3
lila also pops in from time to time in nice aus where she exists still, either as a headmate or as a separate person—she's my beautiful, evil babygirl so i usually tend to write her in somehow lol. i see her as a regressor leaning flip but she only ever really looks out for will, and she's more of a big sister figure to him than anything.
will is not picky about using caregiver titles, lol. if you're looking after him there is a strong chance you will get called mama/papa/dada at some point, even if you're just a babysitter and especially if he's regressed super duper young. i think they're like verbal stims for him when he's little, so unless you're tanya, mike, yu, ted, mrs. hutchins or fisher he doesn't necessarily think of you as a parental caregiver, he just really likes saying those terms :') and yes this is a bit of a projection on my part lol
will is not a permaregressor per se, but i do think once he finds his family he spends a lot of time regressed due to being forced to grow up too fast and the abuse he suffered from his mom and the fraternity (and lila, depending on the au. i love her but she's also canonically a villain and sometimes i do explore that in agere aus)
he's also definitely a padded regressor, i think he has a lot of incontinence issues due to disability and the aforementioned trauma that get exacerbated when he's little so it's just better to keep him in diapers or pull ups. i think they also just generally make him feel safe and comfortable, so he doesn't mind wearing them—he did have shame about it at first for needing them, but his found family has been nothing but supportive and kind about it so he's able to embrace needing them and find comfort in them :')
he has so many soft and comfy clothes!! onesies, big t-shirts (many of them stolen from his cgs hehe), overalls, super soft sweaters, and a few nightgowns/dresses/spinny skirts cuz gnc will reigns supreme in my head lmao. i think he has a wide variety of styles too because basically all of his caregivers have bought or lent him him clothes at some point and they all have drastically different styles so what he's wearing highly depends on who's looking after him and what cute outfit they wanna see him in XD
he enjoys it though! it's kinda fun being their dress up doll sometimes, especially cuz they like to coo at him and take pictures of him when they dress him up. it makes him feel very pretty and loved <3
honestly will doesn't really care much about gender in general, and that's doubled when he's little. he has a wide variety of toys ranging from traditionally "masculine" like trains and legos to traditionally "feminine" like play dress up costumes and a gorgeous dollhouse he got for christmas one year. i'm also shamelessly stealing this headcanon from @whenthedeeppurplefalls but he also lovessss puppets and has a handful of those as well, along with a puppet theater lovingly handmade by mike and tanya for a different christmas (or his birthday, i haven't decided lol)
honestly a lot of these headcanons have probably been at least partially stolen from tanya so shout out to her give her some appreciation <3
his taste in tv shows is similarly varied i think. going back to the puppet thing his faves are definitely the muppet show and sesame street but i like to think he's also a strawberry shortcake, scooby doo, my little pony and blue's clues kid also projection don't worry about it, pfft. he'll watch most things without complaint but those are his faves :)
he's a very touch starved kid so he can get pretty physically clingy sometimes and it's very adorable 🥹 sometimes he goes through periods of touch aversion (usually due to trauma flashbacks or overstimulation) but most of the time he wants to be close to his cgs so he's frequently being held in their arms or lap or just holding their hand waugh
generally will's a really easy kid. he's very sweet and doesn't like to act out, and if he does act out it's usually cuz he's overstimulated or having a bad brain day, and occasionally he will have meltdowns. his cgs have developed gentle protocols for dealing with those days and ways to prevent them because it is NOT fun to see their baby hurting and upset :(
loooooves playing pretend, especially if he gets to play an animal :3
he loves animals in general, whether it's watching shows about them or being read books about them. he canonically feels a kinship with them after all!
related but every time he's taken to the zoo or aquarium it's the best day of his life aglkjdsklfjd. he also likes going to the library and the park, and sometimes for a special occasion his family takes him to an amusement park or festival where he gets to go on the rides (it's very stimulating for him in a good way, you know how little kids like to be thrown around sometimes? it's like that <3)
he's pretty clumsy even out of headspace so his balance is naturally even worse when he's in headspace alkgjadsklf. his caregivers often have to catch him when he wobbles, and if he's younger than two, they often need to carry him (at that point he's usually crawling anyway, but if there's places he needs to go that's when they just ask if they can scoop him up......assuming he hasn't already asked to be carried, that is 🥺)
okay this has gotten out of hand so i'll end it here lol, but god i have. so many thoughts about this kid i forgot how much i loved little will waaauuugh 🥹🥰
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exploring-littlespace · 2 months ago
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No the pull-up thing is so frustrating 💀💀💀
I believe the rumor is that Pampers (or Huggies) owns some type of patent on running the absorbent core up the front and all the way down the back? But still
There are no real viable pull-ups on the market for adults that a) work b) are cute and c) are easy to get your hands on
I feel like there’s some kind of push to make wearing diapers (read pull-ups) in a functional setting somewhat normalized? Like, many people who have periods are starting to use period diapers instead of regular pads and tampons, so maybe with that push, something will come out, but the waiting sucks
i could see pampers/huggies owning that patent, but then how do you explain all these pullup variants from every other brand on the planet?
and even if they do own the patent, what's stopping abdl companies from designing something similar, but different enough to avoid any legal issues?
honestly even if a period product is in the works, odds are it's still gonna look like normal underwear. plus, regular adult incontinence underwear works fine for periods, so there's not really a demand for something new in that industry.
at this point the community should just. mass email customer support at ABU/Tykables/Rearz/LFB and all the other abdl companies. make it impossible to ignore that this is what the community wants, not another insanely thick diaper that can absorb a gallon of liquid.
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spooksforsammy · 8 months ago
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Small mini version of longer post!!
This covers the US. Am not really sure how work for other countries. Sorry
Did you know insurance will pay for many disability related items?
(Plain text: Did you know insurance will pay for many disability related items?)
They can pay for (not full list!):
Stroller
Car seat
Incontinence items (pull up/ diapers, wipes, bed pads)
Wheelchair
Speech generated device (AAC)
Personal care assistant
Safety bed
Nutrition drinks (pediasure, ensure, ect)
More items #1, more items #2 with information!
How is insurance paying?
(Plain text: How is insurance paying?)
It’s included as DME (durable medical equipment)! And doctors sent a note saying it’s medically necessary. Private insurance can pay but is easier through Medicare (or disability social security)
A lot of these include visiting the doctor, and getting medically necessary notes. You can look up the insurance you have and see what they cover for disability related aids. Calling also works!
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crissiebaby · 1 year ago
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Room For Three (A Dreamcaster Spin-Off)
DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, masturbation/diaper sex, humiliation, bondage, domination, tickling, anal play, and other ABDL themes. This is a spin-off of my series, The Dreamcaster. If you want to see more of these characters in action, Click Here to check out the full series on DeviantArt! I hope you enjoy!
Commissioned By: Clearlyadumme
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Waddling through the narrow and elaborately decorated hotel hallway, Jane blushed as she clung to the arm of her wife, Sarah, and listened to the symphony of crinkles that echoed through the tight space. All the while, her focus was divided between looking up at her wife’s face and the world around her, which was filled with people moving about their day. “Are we almost to the room, Mommy?” she said, more than ready to get out of view of the public for a little while.
“Yes, my impatient, little cutie. What? Tired of showing off your padded rump to everyone?” teased Sarah, winding her arm back and giving Jane a big smack on her diapered buttocks This instantly left Jane swooning, forcing her to grip Mommy's arm tighter to keep from falling to her knees.
Once or twice a year, Sarah would be lucky enough to score a business trip that would afford the two of them a free getaway. Sure, having to wait for Sarah in the hotel room while she got her work done was always a bore but being out of their typical environment allowed them to feel a bit more adventurous when it came to public kink play. After all, it wasn’t like they were going to see anyone they knew.
Moreover, after the crazy year Jane had, nothing sounded better than living it up on room service and sightseeing for a few days. It was hard to believe that only a few months ago, she was caught in the middle of a harrowing adventure where everything she imagined turned into reality for better or worse thanks to a magic ring. Several blushy diaper changes and one genie fight later, she’d come out of the situation with a new, braver outlook on life. Unfortunately, her journey to the edge of time and back had also left her with complete incontinence; a parting gift from the universe for all the trouble she caused.
Thankfully, Jane had Sarah and her coworker, Rebecca to help make sure her diaper stayed fresh as often as possible. It’s funny but even without a magic ring with world-altering abilities, she still managed to score the life of her dreams, having both a Mommy and a Miwth Webecca to take care of her. Coincidentally enough, Rebecca was also planning a trip this weekend, though her plans appeared far more tropical based on the swimwear that Rebecca had ordered to the office.
Speaking of things that Rebecca had ordered, Jane had received a little parting gift for vacation from her colleague, which Sarah was quick to put to use. That being the buzzy butt plug that was lovingly tucked away inside Jane’s rear with the diaper ensuring it stayed right where it was. Sadly, the situation was as unbearable as it was pleasurable as Sarah kept the toy humming away at one of its lowest speeds, keeping Jane on edge at all times without giving her enough to finish the job. The constant pleasure pings that raptured her body made her knees feel weaker than they already were, increasing her need for the sanctuary of a hotel room.
Thankfully, Jane’s wait was finally over as they came to a stop in front of the door to their room. She eagerly bounced on her toes as she watched Sarah pull out the key card and unlock the door before ushering her baby girl inside.
“Such a bouncy baby girl,” remarked Sarah, snickering as she placed her hands on Jane’s hips and sent her flying onto the bed. The impact instantly had Jane moaning as the plug was wedged inside her further, “Already moaning for Mommy? We haven’t even unpacked yet, my everything.”
Flopping over on the bed, Jane wheezed as she came down from the sudden spike in pleasure. She was so pent up that just being tossed onto the bed nearly brought her to climax. It appeared as though this vacation was starting off on the best foot forward.
However, Jane’s good mood was instantly put on pause as she rolled over on the bed, her attention centering on the wide open doorway that led to the neighboring room. “Sarah, can you close that? I don’t want someone walking in and seeing me,” she said, grabbing the edge of the blanket and covering her lower half with it, “Why is it even open? Should we call down and ask about it?”
“Oh, I don’t think that’d be necessary. We wouldn’t want to frighten off our guest, would we?” said Sarah, giving Jane a wink before cupping a hand around her mouth and calling out through the door, “Oh, Miss Rebecca! Your next patient is here to see you.”
Before Jane could react, Rebecca stepped out from around the corner of the neighboring hotel room and crossed over into theirs. She was wearing form-fitting, black silk lingerie that had Jane drooling in a fraction of a heartbeat. “I did tell you I was taking a trip too, didn’t I? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised a baby like you couldn’t put that together,” she said as she sashayed up to where Jane was perched and booped her on the nose.
“Wuh? Huh? When did-? What?!” shouted Jane, her already fried brain not having anywhere close to enough fuel to comprehend what was happening. She frantically looked back and forth between Sarah and Rebecca, feeling her kitten growing moist with excitement all the while.
Stripping down to her bra and panties, Sarah began changing into her own pair of matching lingerie as she monologued to Jane what was going to happen, “Sorry, I forgot to mention it. I asked Rebecca to babysit you while I attend my mandatory conference meetings. Starting tomorrow morning, she’s going to take your cutie patootie all around the city. I’ll be staying up to date with a constant stream of photos, of course. Doesn’t that sound so fun?”
“F-Fun’s a word for it,” stuttered Jane as she gazed into the eyes of two very hungry doms. She backed until she was pressed against the bed’s headboard as if her brief retreat provided her with increased odds of escaping, something that everyone in the room knew she didn’t want to do anyway. By the time Sarah was finished getting into her sexy bedroom attire, her head was spinning a thousand miles a minute.
Advancing on their prey like the predators they were, Sarah and Rebecca wasted no time getting down to business. In a matter of minutes, they had rigged up four cuffs on each corner of the mattress and were dutifully attaching those restraints to each of Jane’s limbs, only pulling them tight once all four were in place.
Cemented against the bed and unable to do nothing but squirm, Jane was quivering like a frightened doe caught in between two of the hottest headlights imaginable. Part of her wondered if this scenario was somehow Crissie’s doing but she knew deep down that her own horny decision-making had brought this on. Biting her lip, she allowed herself to let go of her usual inhibition and give into the heat of the moment, “Habe I been a bad giwl, Mommy?”
“Oh, yes, indeed. Bad, filthy, and very horny from what I’ve heard,” said Sarah, leaning down on the bed as she lowered her mouth to Jane’s ear, “And last time I checked, I didn’t give you permission to be any of those things.” She chomped down on her front teeth hard to punctuate her sentence, soaking in Jane’s arousingly startled reaction. Taking the remote to Jane’s buzzy booty toy in her hand, she gingerly stroked the plus button in full view of Jane.
Nodding her head up and down rapidly, all sense of reality had been lost on Jane. With how undeniably horny she was, she didn’t care what Sarah and Rebecca did to her. She just wanted to be used like the diapered fuck toy she was. “P-Please…gimme more…” she said, pleading for her Mommy to make a good girl out of her.
“Anything for you, my greedy lil’ baby,” said Sarah, clamping her thumb down on the button and causing Jane’s butt plug to jolt with intensity. Having been primed for several hours now by her vibrator’s dull hum, the immediate uptick was akin to watching an event horizon at the center of a black hole. Her back arched upward as she tugged against her restraints, proving to her two caregivers that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Crawling from the foot of the bed up to Jane’s torso, Rebecca plopped herself down against the pillow, watching with heated excitement as Sarah mirrored her actions, climbing into bed on the opposite side of Jane’s short body. “So, you come here often?” she joked as she glanced over at Sarah.
“Absolutely! This is my favorite place for a meal, after all,” said Sarah, running her hand along the inside of Jane’s thigh before mooshing it against Jane’s soaked diaper front, ensuring her euphemism did not go unnoticed, “Though before we dig in, I do love to start with some appetizers.” She leaned off the bed and grabbed something from her bag of goodies below, returning with a pair of long, pure white feathers.
Accepting one of the feathers graciously, Rebecca held it up over her head thinking to herself how she’d never seen such a pristine feather in her life. It was as if someone had plucked them from a bird just moments before Sarah had taken them out. “Is this a personal favorite of yours?” she asked playfully, twirling the feather around in her hand.
“Just something I picked up during the last visit to our favorite sex shop. I assume I don’t have to tell you how to use that,” said Sarah, providing Rebecca with an unnecessary demonstration as she ran the soft feather down the center of Jane’s stomach, eliciting a shriek of pleasure from her Little.
As the feather lifted off of her body, Jane looked as though she had seen the pearly gates of heaven only to be pulled back to Earth with extreme velocity. Every inch of her body quivered for more, desiring to be used to bring pleasure to both her adoring caregivers.
And pleasure themselves they did as Sarah and Rebecca wasted no time dragging the light-weight feathers up and down Jane’s sultry body. It didn’t take long to locate and dominate each of Jane’s weakest points, attacking them without mercy. What few hairs existed on Jane’s body were standing at attention as bolts of electricity both drained and fueled her simultaneously. As the feathers’ touches grew more and more intense, so too did Jane’s vibrator, with Sarah gleefully and deviously revving up its speed. 
“Enjoying yourself, my everything?” said Sarah tauntingly, running her feather under Jane’s neck while she asked. She cozied up next to her wife, nibbling on her ear as she traced the feather around her exposed nipples, “It’s so nice that the body houses so many erogenous zones, isn’t it, my everything?” 
“Mmmmmuh! AhHH!” moaned Jane, too far gone to form words, much less a complete sentence. After only a couple of minutes, the restraints holding Jane’s body in place became wholly unnecessary as the muscles in her arms, legs, and core all gave out thanks to the numerous orgasms she achieved. Not that it stopped her from climaxing more beyond that point. Laying in the center of the bed with her jaw slack and her breath shaking, her mind had hit such a euphoric peak that waves of pleasure merely rolled off her at this point like a reef of coral remaining stationary at the bottom of the ocean and letting the water filter through it. Speaking of water…
*hsssssssssssss!*
It was only a matter of time before so much tickling resulted in a gushy accident. Jane’s face twisted itself into a crooked smile as she emptied her bladder while cumming at the same time, linking the two together in a moment of glorious release.
“Uh oh, maybe we should’ve given you a diaper change ahead of time,” said Rebecca, snickering as she watched Jane’s already sagging diaper expand in all directions. She bit her lip as she pressed her hand into Jane’s squishy padding, feeling the warmth of fresh urine surrounding her hand.
Catching what Rebecca was up to out of the corner of her eye, Sarah decided that this was the perfect moment to strike against her switchy partner in crime. “Is that so…” she said, responding to Rebecca’s idle statement as she wrapped her hand around her neck and pulled her in for a spicy kiss, keeping an eye on Jane to make sure her baby girl saw every second of a passionate makeout session. Now within striking range, she curled her hand up under Rebecca’s mini-dress, becoming drenched in seconds by Rebecca’s love nectar on contact, “...or perhaps you’re the one who should’ve gotten a change in advance.
Rebecca was doomed from the moment her lips locked with Sarah’s. Propped up on her knees, she collapsed onto the bed next to Jane as Sarah released her, still feeling the ghost of Sarah’s hand caressing her vagina. As she watched Sarah round the bed to where she was laying, she wasn’t certain whether she was more nervous or excited about the prospect of ending up in the same position Jane had. Her mind was soon made up for her, though, as Sarah pulled out a fresh diaper and began unfolding it on the bed mere inches from Rebecca’s moist crotch.
Rolling her head across the fluffy pillow, a soft smile grew on Jane’s face as she watched her dear colleague, who only minutes prior was a dominant force to be reckoned with, was reduced to infant status. She giggled as Rebecca’s damp panties were discarded, soon replaced by something that offered far more protection. “Miwth Webecca is jus Webecca now,” she cooed, watching Rebecca’s face turn redder with every chuckle.
With the powder and lotion being applied in the blink of an eye, Rebecca was almost in shock over how efficient Sarah was when it came to diaper changes. It usually took her four or five times as long to get Jane up and moving again at the office. Clearly, she still had a long way to go.
“There, now we won’t have any more accidents this weekend. Follow me, Missy Webecca” said Sarah as she guided Rebecca to the foot end of the bed and positioned her so that she was in between Jane’s spread legs, “You wanted to play with Jane’s diaper, didn’t you? Go on and play then.”
Parked on the opposite side of the bed as Rebecca, Jane watched with a dazed expression as Rebecca began kneading her diaper like a baker would with a mound of dough. “Mmmmmm! M-Mo,” she stuttered, begging Rebecca to touch her more fiercely as what she was receiving was nowhere near enough to clear another climax.
“Didn’t you hear your play partner? She said more,” said Sarah, placing her hands on the sides of Rebecca’s arms and forcing her to move faster. Even that wasn’t enough though, as before long, she could feel Rebecca slowing down, lacking the same stamina Sarah had from years of being a Big, “Don’t quit now. My baby asked for more.” Feeling a rush of dominant energy coursing through her veins, she shifted her hands to Rebecca’s shoulder and the back of her head before plunging her forward at a speed far too quick for Rebecca to react to.
*MOOOOOSH!*
“MMMMmMMMH!” moaned Rebecca as her senses were engrossed by the base of Jane’s squelchy diaper. She smelled Jane’s soppy pampers several times during changes but never had she gotten her face close to a used nappy before. The putrid aroma was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming, causing her body to go limp against Jane’s diaper and the bed with her rear slumped over the edge.
Too tantalizing to pass up, Sarah ran her perfectly manicured nails across Rebecca’s diaper as she crossed over to her bag of goodies and retrieved a small, wooden paddle. Sadly, she wasn’t able to bring her big one on the trip but it was handy to have a travel-sized one for such an occasion. “What’s this? Tired already? Don’t worry, I have something that should keep you going,” she said, landing the first of many smacks against Rebecca’s rear. This instantly got Rebecca up and moving again as her face nuzzled into Jane’s diaper with every impact.
Once Rebecca was moving at a speed she was satisfied with, Sarah stepped back and admired her handiwork, biting her lip longingly as she watched Rebecca go to town on Jane’s diaper while Jane continued to melt away with every orgasm that hit her. Grabbing the remote to Jane’s butt plug, she cranked it up all the way to full speed before tossing it aside. She wouldn’t be needing it for the rest of the night.
“Ya know, I would’ve brought another helping hand if I had known I’d be looking after two babies,” said Sarah as she sat down on the bed next to Jane and cupped her cheeks, “Don’t worry, Mommy has more than enough love to give to both of you.” She brought her lips down on Jane’s and jammed her tongue inside her mouth, amplifying the passion that she had shown previously in her kiss with Rebecca. 
Lock in place by both Sarah and Rebecca’s lips, Jane was thrown into such a deep, horny Little Space that words no longer mattered. However, while she may not have known what Sarah was saying, she could certainly feel her love with each kiss and twitch of her hands as they explored her tiny body. She didn’t know what else Sarah had up her sleeve for this weekend trip but if it was anything like how things were kicking off, both she and Rebecca would be stumbling into work on wobbly legs come Monday morning.
THE END.
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lives-inbetween · 4 months ago
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Mommy's Little Construction Worker
"Mama please I want to be a big boy and go see the baseball game with my friends" 32 year old Adam pleaded to his wife and Mommy Dom 31 year old Andrea.
"Adam you can go but you have to wear a diaper," Andrea replied firmly, her auburn eyes unwavering.
Adam pouted, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But Mommy, they're all going to laugh at me," he protested, his voice a blend of defiance and the hope she'd change her mind.
"It's either a diaper or no game, Adam," Andrea said, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. She picked up one of his colorful diapers from the dresser, the padding thick and visible. "You know the rules."
Adam sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping in defeat. He had always been self-conscious about his incontinence, but the thought of missing out on the game was worse than facing his friends' potential teasing. "Okay, Mommy," he murmured, feeling the weight of his little secret grow heavier.
"Baby you know I love you and I want you to have fun," Andrea said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But we can't have any accidents at the game, can we?"
Adam looked down at the floor, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "No, Mommy," he mumbled, feeling his stomach tighten with the thought of an accident in public.
"Come on, let's get you on the changing table," Andrea said, her voice softening as she led him to the massive structure in their master bedroom. It was painted in soothing pastel colors with cartoon characters scattered across it, a stark contrast to the rest of their mature and modernly decorated home.
Adam's heart raced as he climbed onto the table, his legs dangling over the side. He felt the cold plastic against his back and the padding beneath him, a reminder of his little status. He watched as Andrea pulled out the baby wipes and powder, her movements precise and practiced from countless diaper changes. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, carefully sliding them down along with his underwear. The cool air of the room hit his bare skin, making him shiver slightly.
"Honey you might need to start wearing diapers more often, your underwear is damp," she said with a frown as she inspected his crotch.
Adam's face went crimson with embarrassment. He had hoped she wouldn't notice. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Your incontinence is probably going to last a while, I know you hate diapers Adam but we have to manage it," Andrea said, her voice a mix of understanding and authority as she pulled out a fresh, plush diaper from the drawer. She unfolded it with a crinkle and laid it under his bottom. "Now be a good boy and lift your hips for me."
With a sigh, Adam complied, feeling the cool plastic of the changing table on his bare skin as he raised his hips. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, one that was part embarrassment, part anticipation. He knew he was acting childish, but he couldn't help it; something about this dynamic with Andrea made him feel safe, even as it made him squirm with discomfort.
"I don't hate them, I just don't want to feel so babyish all the time," Adam murmured as he lifted his hips, allowing the diaper to be positioned under him.
Andrea's expression softened as she pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the tapes snugly around his waist. "I know, baby," she said, her voice soothing. "But sometimes we need to do things that aren't fun to stay safe and healthy, right? You are my little boy, aren't you my little construction worker?"
Adam nodded, his eyes misting with a mix of emotions. He felt a strange comfort in her words, even though they reinforced his dependence on her. She always knew how to handle him, even in his most vulnerable moments.
"I always need to be your little boy Mommy," Adam replied, his voice thick with emotion. He felt the diaper swaddle his midsection, the thick padding enveloping him in a cocoon of safety and submission.
Adam sucked his thumb for a moment, feeling the thickness of the diaper under his clothing as he stepped down from the changing table. The padding was a constant reminder of his little secret, a secret that filled him with a peculiar blend of humiliation and comfort.
"Come on baby you gotta stay out of your little headspace if you want to go to the game," Andrea said with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with understanding as she helped him into a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt.
Adam didn't feel very big, a part of him wanted to forget the game and be his wife's little boy tonight, but the promise of hotdogs and the crack of the bat was too tempting. "Okay, Mommy," he agreed, trying to sound more enthusiastic than he felt.
Andrea noticed his hesitation and leaned up to kiss his forehead. "You're going to be okay, Adam," she assured him. "I'll be here when you get home to take care of my little man."
With a nod, Adam took a deep breath and stepped into the living room, where his friends were already waiting. They greeted him with a mix of laughter and cheers, oblivious to the babyish protection hidden under his clothes. He forced a smile, trying to ignore the squishy sensation between his legs as he walked.
The game was everything he'd hoped for: the smell of hot dogs and popcorn, the roar of the crowd, and the tension in the air as each player took their turn at bat. Adam tried to focus on the game, but the diaper was a constant presence, a silent companion whispering his secret to him with every move. He shifted in his seat, the plastic crinkling softly with every shift of his weight.
"Hey dude you are not really enjoying yourself?" One of Adam's friends, Mike, nudged him playfully.
Adam startled, his hand flying to his crotch to cover the telltale bulk. "What? No, I'm fine," he lied, his voice a tad too high.
Mike looked at him, his eyes scanning over Adam's form, before shrugging and turning back to the game. Adam let out a sigh of relief, his heart racing. He was so used to hiding his secret from the outside world, but now it felt like it was on display for everyone to see.
The game went on, the tension on the field mirroring the tension in Adam's bladder. He had to pee, but he didn't want to leave his seat and risk anyone seeing his diaper. He clenched his muscles, trying to hold it in, but with his diminished control, it was a futile effort. He felt a warm gush spread through the padding, soaking the diaper. His face went scarlet, and he hoped the diaper would hold up until he could get home.
Andrea's voice echoed in his head, reminding him that she knew best. He glanced around, making sure no one had noticed his little accident. His friends were too absorbed in the game to pay attention to him. He took a deep breath and told himself that he was being a good boy, following Mommy's rules.
As the game drew to a close, Adam's relief was palpable. He had made it through the night without a major mishap. The diaper had held, and he felt a strange sense of pride in his ability to conceal his secret. He knew he'd need a change when he got home, but for now, he could enjoy the victory of the game and the camaraderie of his friends.
"Let's grab a drink before we head out," Mike suggested, slapping Adam on the back.
Adam's eyes widened, his heart racing. He knew he couldn't risk drinking anything that would make his situation worse. "I'm good, thanks," he said quickly, his hand still clutching his crotch. "I've had enough for today."
Mike raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. "Suit yourself, man. Just don't tell me you're getting old on us," he teased, his words stinging more than they should have.
Adam managed a chuckle, the sound hollow in his ears. He was anything but old; in fact, he felt more like a toddler than ever. The diaper was sodden now, the wetness seeping through to his skin, but he couldn't leave. Not yet. He needed to tough it out, to prove to himself that he could handle this.
As they walked to the car, the weight of the diaper was a constant reminder of his condition. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the squelching sound it made with every movement sent a thrill of fear through him. What if someone heard? What if they knew?
The ride home was tense, the scent of his soiled diaper filling the car. Adam fidgeted in his seat, trying to ignore the discomfort. He could feel the wetness spreading, the diaper sticking to his skin. He wished he could tell his friends the truth, that he wasn't just being a prude about not having a drink, but the words stuck in his throat.
Andrea met him at the door with a knowing smile, her eyes scanning his posture. "Looks like someone had an accident," she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern.
"Andrea, really do need them, I can't even hold it for 20 minutes anymore," Adam said, his voice a mix of frustration and despair. He had never felt so helpless in his life.
Andrea's smile faded, replaced by a look of understanding and compassion. "I know, baby," she said, her voice gentle. "Let's go change you. Then how about you cuddle with mommy on the couch with your favorite stuffed animal?"
Adam nodded, his shoulders slumping with relief. The idea of being pampered and taken care of was strangely comforting. He followed her into the bedroom, his steps slow and deliberate, the weight of the wet diaper making him feel even more like a little boy who'd had an accident.
"Does my little construction worker want his pacifier?" Andrea asked, her eyes twinkling as she held out the blue, adult-sized pacifier.
Adam nodded eagerly, taking it and popping it into his mouth. The rubbery nipple felt soothing against his tongue, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment as he sucked on it. It was a small gesture, but it helped him feel safe and cared for in a world that often felt too big and overwhelming.
"Lay down on the changing table sweetie mommy is going to change you," Andrea instructed, her tone a perfect blend of authority and tenderness. Adam obeyed, feeling his heart flutter with a mix of excitement and dread. The changing process was always a bit embarrassing, but he knew it was necessary.
Andrea unbuckled the wet diaper with practiced ease, her eyes never leaving his. The cool air of the room hit his damp skin, sending goosebumps along his arms. She cleaned him up with baby wipes, her touch gentle yet firm. The smell of baby powder filled the air, and Adam couldn't help but feel his cock twitch slightly at the humiliation of it all.
"Your such a good little boy, I want you to be my little boy all day tomorrow. You need to be a little more often," Andrea said, her voice soothing as she powdered his skin, the scent of lavender filling the room. She slid a clean diaper under him, the plastic crackling as it unfolded.
Adam nodded, feeling the familiar comfort wash over him. The diaper was thick and soft, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of being pampered and babied tomorrow. "Yes, Mommy," he murmured around the pacifier, his eyes dropping to the floor.
"How about you use your diapers for everything, pee and poop, from now on?" Andrea suggested, her voice firm but caring as she taped the fresh diaper into place. "Well get more discreet diapers for you to wear at work under your jeans, okay?"
Adam's cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought of his colleagues finding out, but he nodded his agreement. Anything to avoid the fear of accidents in public.
"Okay, Mommy," Adam mumbled around the pacifier, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and dread. The idea of being in diapers full-time was something he had fantasized about, but now that it was a reality, he wasn't so sure he could handle it.
"You'll enjoy it baby, well pack away your underwear and just keep the diapers," she said, her voice reassuring. "It'll make you feel more secure and less likely to have accidents. I also know it's a deep desire for you."
Adam nodded, his heart racing at the thought of being in diapers all day, every day. It was a part of their dynamic that had grown more intense over time, and he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him. He took a deep breath as she helped him down from the table, the clean diaper a stark contrast to the wet one he'd been wearing.
"Let's get you into your favorite Spider-Man pajamas," Andrea said, her voice a soothing balm to Adam's nerves as she pulled out a pair of the adult-sized pajamas from his drawer. The fabric was soft against his skin as he stepped into them, the image of the cartoon hero on the chest a stark reminder of his little side.
"Go grab your plushie from the shelf," Andrea instructed, her voice a gentle command that sent a shiver down Adam's spine. He knew that once he had his stuffed animal, the transformation into 'little' mode was complete. He obeyed, his hand reaching for the well-worn stuffed spider that had seen countless nights of snuggles and quiet moments of regression.
The couch beckoned, a bastion of comfort and submission. Adam curled up into a ball, his diapered bottom pressing into the plush cushions as he clutched his spider tightly to his chest. The TV played softly in the background, the cartoons a reminder of simpler times, before the weight of adulthood had settled on his shoulders.
"I have a surprise for me, little boy,"Andrea said, walking out of the kitchen with a large baby bottle with an adult sized nipple filled with what smelled like warm milk. She handed it to him with a smile that was both loving and a little wicked.
Adam took the bottle with trembling hands, the reality of his situation fully sinking in. He knew that once he started drinking from it, there was no going back. He looked up at his wife with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Mommy, I can't, it's too much," he protested weakly, his voice muffled by the pacifier.
Andrea's auburn eyes searched his, and she could see the struggle playing out on his face. She sat down beside him, her hand firmly yet gently taking the bottle from his grasp. "You know you need it, baby," she said, her voice soothing. "You had a big accident tonight. You need to be pampered and taken care of."
She removed his pacifier and placed it on the table. "Open up for Mommy," she instructed, holding the bottle to his lips. Adam hesitated for a moment before his mouth obeyed, the warm milk spilling onto his tongue. He felt a wave of comfort wash over him as he began to suckle, his eyes closing involuntarily.
"You're still my strong construction worker husband, but your little side needs to be nurtured too," Andrea said, her voice a gentle coo Adams head resting on her lap as she held the bottle to his lips. He took greedy pulls from the bottle, feeling the milk fill his stomach and the warmth spread through his body.
Adam trusted Andrea completely; they had a very loving relationship, and she accepted all his needs. He was still the strong muscular husband that Andrea loved when he needed to be. But right now he was her little boy, and he needed her guidance. He let out a soft whimper as he took a deep pull from the bottle, feeling the milk fill his mouth and throat, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. The sweet taste of the milk was comforting, reminding him of the warmth of her care.
"I'll always want you Adam big or little," Andrea assured him, stroking his hair as he drank from the bottle. The sight of her husband, so strong and capable during the day, now reduced to a diapered baby boy was something that never ceased to amaze her. It was a dynamic she had come to cherish and understand, and she knew it was essential for his well-being. He needed to be little and big; he couldn't have one without the other, it was all a part of him.
As Adam took the last sip from the bottle, his eyes grew heavy with sleep. He had never felt so safe and loved, nestled in his wife's arms with his belly full of milk and his bottom enveloped in the soft cushion of his diaper. The tension of the day melted away, replaced by the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat and the comforting sounds of the cartoons playing in the background.
"My little man's tired, come on, let's go to bed. I'll cuddle with you all night," Andrea whispered into Adam's ear, her voice a sweet promise of comfort. He nodded, his eyes already drooping with fatigue.
They made their way to the bedroom, the diaper crinkling with each step. Adam felt the warmth of the milk in his stomach, a gentle pressure building as he grew sleepier. He crawled into bed, the plastic of the diaper rustling with the movement.
Andrea pulled the covers over him, tucking him in snugly. She kissed his forehead, her eyes sparkling with love and a hint of mischief. "Remember baby, don't get up for anything unless you absolutely have to," she said, her voice a playful scold as she got in bed also.
Adam nodded sleepily, the pacifier bobbing in his mouth. He felt the warmth of the diaper against his skin, the weight of it a comforting reminder of his submission. He curled up into a ball, his spider plushie clutched tightly to his chest.
Andrea watched him for a moment, her heart swelling with love and affection. She knew this was what he needed, what they both needed in their relationship. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, whispering, "Goodnight, my little boy."
Adam's eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of the milk and the softness of the diaper lulling him into a peaceful slumber. He was aware of the wetness spreading in the diaper, but it didn't bother him. Instead, it brought a sense of contentment, a reminder that he was taken care of, that he didn't have to worry about anything.
As the house grew quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside, Adam drifted into a deep sleep filled with dreams of being a little boy again, free from the responsibilities of the world. He dreamt of playing in the sandbox with his friends, of laughing and giggling without a care in the world…
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nannychloecatalog · 4 months ago
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The Incontinence Procedure: Ginny’s Medical Diaper Domination (Full-Length ABDL Novel!)
(The following was first published on: July 3, 2024)
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(Notice: The following story features mature content in an ABDL setting. All characters are over the age of 18+.)
Ginny remained laying back on the padded medical exam table, her legs and feet propped up and secured with straps in their stirrups, her naked groin and buttocks fully exposed.
She felt a chill go down her spine as she watched Nurse Sunshine roll a cart over stocked to the brim with all manner of invasive looking medical supplies—from lubes, gels, ointments, and suppositories, to shiny metal speculums, catheters rubber and plastic, long and short, to clamps in every size, large enema bulbs and even larger enema bags, incontinence pads, baby wipes, endless medical straps, tubing, probes, and seemingly so much more.
Nurse Sunshine then wrapped a heavy, pastel-colored, rubber apron around herself. Then uncapped a large vat of medical-grade lubricant and scooped up a generous amount with her latex glove covered hand.
“Umm, excuse me, Nurse Sunshine?” Ginny squeaked in terror. “Can you maybe remind me what exactly you’ll be doing again?”
“Oh, nothing you need to be nervous about, dear,” Nurse Sunshine explained. “I’ll just be spending some time taking a closer look at your post-incontinence-procedure surgical area in order to check for proper healing, sensation and functionality. You can expect some gentle probing and stimulation in certain spots, but nothing uncomfortable. Or at least, nothing too uncomfortable. As long as you stay relaxed. That’s very important, that you stay relaxed,” Nurse Sunshine answered.
Ginny couldn’t help but immediately tense up at the nurse’s description. Then, as she watched Nurse Sunshine approach her naked crotch between her restrained and splayed out legs, Ginny felt a sudden sense of panic. She suddenly realized that she couldn’t even see what was happening! Her stupid bear-printed hospital gown had been strapped up with her elevated knees, resulting in an inadvertent curtain, preventing Ginny from even seeing her own exposed groin!
“Ummm, excuse me, but before you start, would you mind actually undoing the straps on my knees so I can at least pull my gown down, so I can see what’s happening?” Ginny nervously asked.
“Sorry hon,” Nurse Sunshine answered. “But it’s office policy that no restraint straps come undone mid-exam for patient safety. Not to mention that we’re already running short on time, because of how long you spent in the bathroom earlier. But don’t worry, it’s actually probably for the best that you’re not concerned with trying to see what I’m up to. All you need to do is lay back and relax, until I tell you otherwise, okay?”
Ginny audibly grumbled and whimpered in disbelief as she dropped her head back in defeat. She felt like she was starting to lose her mind with just how little control she had over anything.
“Oh, calm down, Miss Drama Queen, I’ll try to give you fair warning about what I’m doing down here, when I can,” Nurse Sunshine said. “But really, you have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is focus on staying relaxed and loose, okay? Can you be a big girl for me and start to relax?”
Ginny frowned, feeling insulted. But then, adding injury to insult, Nurse Sunshine gave Ginny’s naked bottom a light, playful slap to drive the point home, leaving Ginny stunned and mortified beyond words.
“Come on, darling, lighten up, I promise I’ll be gentle,” Nurse Sunshine said with a laugh.
Ginny was feeling downright furious, now. And her sense of anger and violation, combined with her mostly nude body being exposed to the exam room’s frigid AC, left her feeling pretty far from ‘relaxed and loosened up’ in her most sensitive orifices, to put it mildly.
Then, adding to her mounting discomfort, as her body shivered from the cold air, her worsening nerves, and her ever-increasing anxiety, her bladder began to really start aching for release again. Not only that, but the cramps in her bowels also began to return, resulting in painful urges of both kinds of potty-desperation that now took all her effort to hold back.
But as angry and tense as Ginny was at Nurse Sunshine and the situation as a whole, she was hardly allowed to retreat into herself for very long. Suddenly…
“Ooh!!” Ginny shrieked as she felt something ice cold abruptly press between her butt cheeks.
“Relax, little lady, that’s just my finger,” Nurse Sunshine laughed. “I haven’t even inserted anything anywhere, yet. I’m just warming you up a little.”
Ginny’s whole face burned red with anger and humiliation. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
And yet, at the same time, on some level, Ginny realized Nurse Sunshine was right. Ginny did need to relax for her own good. Because the examination was going to proceed whether she wanted it to or not. Even though she was furious with this woman, Ginny knew she had to try to drop it for now and cooperate to the best of her ability, anyway, for her own sake. She had to let go…
Well, ‘let go’ of her defiance, anyway. But not ‘let go’ of her mounting potty-pressures, of course, which she was more keenly focused on keeping hold of than ever, given the impending physical examination apparently in that exact area…
“Here, this might help,” Nurse Sunshine said as she reached behind her. The lights in the room suddenly dimmed.
Ginny looked around to see that the exam room was mostly dark, now, with just a couple of small fixtures practically providing mood lighting. She had to admit, it did actually help a lot to no longer have a blinding fluorescent ceiling light shining directly into her face.
Ginny put her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to take deep breaths and relax best she could, despite not being able to even see what exactly the nurse was doing to her down there.
She then felt Nurse Sunshine getting back to work between her legs. 
Ginny felt the nurse rubbing her lubricated digits up and down Ginny’s butt crack and around her rosebud. And as on edge as Ginny was, she had to admit… she was glad she could feel those fingers at least start to warm up that area, compared to the ice-cold sensation she felt before.
“There we go, that’s better, nice and relaxed. See? Nursie Sunshine’s just trying to help, I promise…” Nurse Sunshine cooed.
Then, without any warning—“Oooooohhh!”
Ginny squealed in shock as she felt the nurse plunge her digit directly into her bottom hole. As Ginny gasped for oxygen, she felt the nurse slowly begin to move her finger around, wiggling it back and forth inside her, before sliding her finger half-way out… and plunging it right back in.
“Oooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh!” Ginny squealed even louder as the finger plunged even deeper. But like some sort of dark alchemy, Ginny’s squeals of discomfort and shock began to quickly transform into low, breathy, bellowing moans.
“Oooooohhhhaaaahhhh…” Ginny groaned as Nurse Sunshine continued plunging her long finger in and out of Ginny’s ass, rhythmically moving it deeper in and out.
Ginny had never felt anything like it before. The words good or bad didn’t even register as possible descriptors. It was just simply… all-consuming. Like her whole being was suddenly concentrated on the rhythmic, ongoing overload of stimulation around her anus.
Then, Nurse Sunshine yanked her finger all the way back out, causing Ginny to collapse backward onto the exam table and heave for air. As if she’d just surfaced from an underwater swim. But before she even had a chance to catch her breath…
“Oooooohhhh… oooohhhhhh… OOOOHHH!” Ginny bellowed even louder, as Nurse Sunshine abruptly dove right back into Ginny’s anus, this time working in a second finger.
Part of Ginny felt a flash of humiliation as she realized what she must sound like right now. She was practically moaning like a pig right in the middle of the doctor’s office! She blushed bright red, mortified that the whole waiting room could probably hear her primal bellows through the clinic’s thin walls.
And yet, she couldn’t help but erupt with moaning gasps and writhe on the exam table, as she felt her ass getting expertly plunged and spread and plunged and spread again and again and again by the nurse’s powerful, unrelenting fingers.
As much as she hated to admit it, the restraints holding her legs in the stirrups and her butt on the table actually did make some sense, now, as without them, she probably would have rolled right off the table.
In addition, the concerning mounting sensations regarding her bowels before were kicked into overdrive, as her colon was put under the intense physical pressure of a gloved, digital invader forcing its way further and further up her poop chute.
But in the most perverse way, the unwanted BM stimulation seemed to only make her moan louder. Her brain was in a state of erogenous-stimulation overload! She couldn’t stop her noise, no matter how hard she tried! She wished she had a pillow to squeal into for christ’s sake!
Finally—shlorp—Nurse Sunshine once again yanked her fingers out without warning.
Ginny gasped and collapsed back in a red-faced heap, once again struggling to catch her breath.
“Well then, it sounds like it was a good idea for me to take some time to warm you up,” Nurse Sunshine said, walking back over to the cart and changing her latex gloves. “Now that you finally seem a lot more relaxed, we can actually get started.”
Ginny lifted her head in disbelief. That was all still just… the warm-up? She still hadn’t even started? she thought in horror. 
“But let’s get this out of the way before we go any further,” Nurse Sunshine said, grabbing what looked like a very large, thick, metal thermometer off of the cart.
Ginny noticed the thermometer, but was immediately confused why Nurse Sunshine started walking back between Ginny’s legs with it. Surely the thermometer belonged in her mouth or on her forehead…
“Is that a thermom—aaaahhh!”
Ginny’s question was interrupted as she felt her backdoor suddenly harshly intruded yet again! Like a cold metal rod was being pushed up her bottom!
“Oooh! Oooh! Oooooh!” Ginny squirmed and squealed as she felt the cold object go deeper and deeper into her.
“Why yes, hon, it is a thermometer!” Nurse Sunshine laughed.
“But… but… why…” Ginny gasped as the thermometer finally settled in place deep in her rectum. “Why are you putting it up my butt?”
“Simple, it’s more accurate. And when we’re doing a comprehensive post-surgical uncovered groin exam, like we are today, it’s important we get the most accurate reading. Especially while you’re already in the position for it, anyway,” Nurse Sunshine said.
“But what about the fact that it’s uncomforta—ahhhhhh,” Ginny moaned as she felt the ice cold thermometer roughly readjusted in the depths of her rectum.
“Shhhh, quiet. You’re interfering with the reading when you move or talk. Now, I have to start over,” Nurse Sunshine said, holding the thermometer still with her palm pressed against Ginny’s butt, a ticking pocket watch in her other hand.
Ginny pouted in frustration, but went quiet and laid back. She tried to take deep breaths and ignore the massive, humiliating, metal intruder in her bottom. Never mind the infantilizing sensation of knowing she was literally getting her temperature taken the way a baby did.
Finally, after what felt like several minutes, Nurse Sunshine abruptly pulled the invader out, causing Ginny to moan from the sensation of it sliding out of her.
Ginny watched Nurse Sunshine wipe the thermometer off with a baby wipe just out of her view, a fleeting expression of disgust crossing the nurse’s face, causing Ginny to blush as she imagined exactly what had to be wiped away. Nurse Sunshine then scribbled down the result on her clipboard. 
“Well?” Ginny asked, still slightly out of breath.
“Huh?” Nurse Sunshine replied.
“Did I have a temperature, like you suspected?” Ginny asked.
Nurse Sunshine laughed. “Oh, no, dear, I didn’t suspect you had a temperature, and your reading was indeed perfectly normal. But it’s all just part of the exam that we be as thorough as possible, just in case.”
Ginny frowned and laid back down. “Got it…” she grumbled, folding her arms in thinly veiled frustration. It seemed to her like she just got her ass penetrated by a metal rod for very little reason, adding insult to her latest anal-probe-humiliation injury…
“Alright, hon, now that we got the back door nice and wide open, time to spend some time with the front,” Nurse Sunshine said, changing her latex gloves again.
“Huh?” Ginny asked, the now familiar snap of Nurse Sunshine donning new gloves sending a fresh chill down her spine.
“Never mind, dear. Just focus on relaxing, just like you were doing before. It’s more important than ever you focus on staying very, very relaxed while I continue your exam,” Nurse Sunshine said, pouring lube into her hand.
Ginny gulped, the ominous warning once again having the predictably opposite effect of its supposed intent.
“Actually, you know what,” Nurse Sunshine paused. “If I remember your intake assessment, you mentioned that you weren’t sexually active. Is that still the case?”
“Ummm… that’s right,” Ginny answered.
“So you’re still a virgin?” the nurse asked.
Ginny blushed. Her virginity was something Ginny was pretty embarrassed about, given her age. She felt like she just never got the romantic attention her friends seemed to get while in school, which meant she just never got the chance. And now, out of school, it felt like her chances of losing her virginity were only rapidly diminishing every year.
Add to that, her recently developed severe incontinence, which seemed to be the death knell for the possibility of her ever getting laid again. After all, who would want to sleep with a girl who still wore stinky diapers and peed their pants like a baby?
“That’s right, still a virgin,” Ginny meekly answered.
“Good to know,” Nurse Sunshine said, going back to her cart.
“Why?” Ginny asked.
“Trust me, you’ll thank me for this in a minute,” Nurse Sunshine said, suddenly squirting a much bigger helping of lube into her hands. “Now just go back to relaxing, okay, hon? Close your eyes and take deep breaths. This part is going to take a little bit longer.”
Ginny watched with apprehension as Nurse Sunshine disappeared between her legs again. But then she put her head back and took deep breaths, trying to forget where she was—strapped down to an exam table with her ass and pussy vulnerable, exposed, and very likely about to experience something less than pleasant.
She waited… and waited… and waited… and…
Ginny gasped as she finally felt the nurse’s warm hand land atop her pussy. She felt Nurse Sunshine’s fingers begin slowly but firmly massaging her vulva, her whole groin suddenly soaking wet with lube… and perhaps fluids of her own. Then, suddenly…
“Oooooooooooooooh,” Ginny erupted with a long, soft, involuntary moan as the nurse’s fingers effortlessly slipped deep into her pussy.
Ginny’s face flushed as she gasped, her fingers gripping the padding of the exam table beneath her for dear life, as she desperately tried to remain calm in the face of a cascade of breathtaking emotions.
She was a virgin. And even though she masturbated, she’d hardly ever been adventurous enough to penetrate into her pussy, instead preferring the simplicity of toying with her clit until she accomplished a quick and dirty climax.
But now, she realized she was being penetrated for the first time. Tenderly, yet firmly, penetrated by the warmth and depth of Nurse Sunshine’s rhythmic, powerful, sensual digits.
Ginny gasped and flushed and squeezed the table as she realized she was being fucked. She was being taken. She was losing her virginity, right now…
And it felt indescribable. Not forceful. Not aggressive. Just gentle, assertive, highly-skilled penetration of her most delicate orifice. 
Images began to swirl in Ginny’s mind as she closed her eyes and focused in on the overpowering sexual vibrations. Thoughts, memories and powerful figments of imagination sent jolts of tingling, erotic pleasure up and down her trembling body. The swirl of erotic sensation began getting stronger… and stronger… and…
Suddenly, the rhythmic digital massage stopped.
Ginny opened her eyes, waiting for some sign from down below as to what was happening.
Then, to her surprise… she felt Nurse Sunshine’s other hand land gently on her abdomen. Below her belly button.
On her bladder.
Ginny felt a flash of anxiety. The reality of her situation, of her incontinence, and her worsening need to pee, came flooding back to her. She felt Nurse Sunshine start to rub atop her bladder. Poke and prod and feel. And the feeling like her bladder was about to burst came roaring back to the front of her mind.
“Wait, wait, waiahhhh…”
Ginny’s pleas were suddenly drowned out by the flood of pleasure returning to the place where Nurse Sunshine had her other hand…
On Ginny’s pussy. Inside Ginny’s pussy. Wet, warm fingers once again sliding in and out, in and out. Rubbing and pressing and squeezing her clit. Stretching and stimulating and screwing her hard with her digits.
Ginny began to moan and writhe, getting louder, trembling and squealing.
Her need to pee was becoming painful. Excruciating.
And while the pressure in her bladder reached new heights, the pressure in her clit and pussy did the same, building, building, building…
The hidden nurse’s fingers rubbed harder and faster. Deeper. Wetter. Inside her pussy. Outside atop her bladder.
Ginny was being pressed and squeezed in both directions. The pain and pleasure was excruciating and exquisite. The intensity made her want to scream but she could hardly breathe! It was all so unbearably intense! It was all happening! She knew it was coming! She couldn’t help it!
She finally brought her hands up to her mouth and attempted to stifle the noise as she threw her head back and shrieked at the top of her lungs—
“AaaaaahhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!!!!”
And while she climaxed…
Her bladder erupted with the most intense piss of her life, spraying like a firehose, drenching everything between her legs with a mighty shower of peepee.
Suddenly, the room’s blinding overhead fluorescent lights flicked back on.
Ginny squinted and covered her eyes in a dreary daze… then she bolted upright in horror.
She lurched against her waist and leg restraints, forgetting about them at first as she reflexively tried to jump to her feet. Then, she frantically lurched left and right, desperately trying to see around her raised knees and hospital gown to the area between her legs.
Her head spun. She felt as if she had just been abruptly yanked from a bewildering dream. But amidst the haze, one vivid sensation persisted. The overwhelming fear that she had just done the unthinkable. That she really might have just…
"Young lady," Nurse Sunshine's stern voice cut through the air from behind her.
Ginny turned. And to her horror, what she saw seemed to confirm her worst nightmare…
Nurse Sunshine was standing beside the exam table, her arms folded, her expression furious, and her rubber apron… dripping with piss. Ginny’s piss.
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The Beginning
My wife, Sara and I have been married about 7 years now. She accepts my faults and still loves me. I am very lucky I have found someone like her. It hasn't been easy all the time, but she is still here. Both of us had marriages that didn't work the first time. She raised two daughters who are on their own now and I had a son with my ex.
Sara raised her girls alone so she had to be very strict. She is a no non-sense type of person. She likes to be direct to the point and is very honest.  She expects the same from me.  Don't lie to her or you will be punished. Don't try to hide things from her, you will be punished. Being disrespectful to her or others gets me punished. And when I mean punished, I mean bared bottom spanking. I have experienced this first hand. Don't get me wrong, she is very loving and caring about what she says and does. She loves kids, animals and of course me. To me, she is extremely attentive. If I need something she will get it or do it. Even if I don't think I need it all the time.
My name is Bob. I will start off saying I love my wife dearly. She is amazing. We are in a Female Led Relationship (FLR) as she is the head of our household (HoH). What she says goes. It all started when we started dating. I fell for her right off. We had great times. We took things slow at the beginning and got to know each other. After about the 5th date I let her know I delt with incontinence issues.
I was invited in to her apartment after dinner. I was so nervous to tell her because I didn't want it to ruin our relationship, but I had to as she would find out sooner or later. I thought it best that I tell her rather than she find out the other way. It took a bit to tell her that I am a bedwetter and sometimes wet my pants during the day. She looked at me a second with a straight face and asked "Have you seen a doctor?" I let her know I had but it has been a really long time ago. That’s when the questions came.  She asked, "Do you wear any kind of protection?" I told her I have on occasion, but not all the time. She said, "If there is a chance you wet yourself, shouldn't you be wearing something? Do you have accidents during the day?" I told her I have wet myself on occasion. She looked at me, "Weren’t you embarrassed?”  I nodded yes.  “You should be wearing a pad or a pull up diaper to keep from being embarrassed. There are lots of people that have to wear protection." I told her "I guess so". She looked at me and asked, "Are you wearing anything now?" I told her no. She said, "Shouldn't you be?" I shrug my shoulders. "I guess so." I said slowly. She smiled. "I'll tell you what. If your underpants are dry right now I won't bring this up again, but if they are even a little wet, I think I will have do something about that, won't we?" I looked at her and ask slowly. "Umm, you want me to pull down my pants?”  She giggled, “Yes.  How else do I check if you’re wet?”  I stand up and ask, “If I am wet, what’s going to happen?”
She looks at me with a stern look. With a childish voice, "First I would get those dirty underpants off and set you on the potty. Then I would clean you up. What do you say to that?" I was quiet a minute and then said "Sure, okay". She looked at me again and asked "Have you ever been spanked for wetting the bed or your pants?" I paused a minute and said "no". In fact I had. My mother spanked me many times for wetting my bed and having accidents in my pants when I was younger. Sara looked at me funny and said, "I don't believe that at all." Sara pulled me close. "Let's see your underpants, Mister. Loosen your belt." I paused a minute and then slowly began to undo my pants. After they were undone, she slapped my hands away and slid them down. She smiled, "Looks like I was right, your underpants are wet." I looked down and felt the front of my shorts were damp. She giggles a bit. "You have been a naughty boy" she wiggles a finger at me. "You made pee-pee in your underpants like a baby and then you fibbed to me about it. Do you think that is appropriate behavior for a grown man?" With a sad face I said, No. She quickly corrects me, "It's, no ma'am!" My eyes widen, "Ahh yes.... yes ma'am!" Sara looks at me. "No, it's not appropriate." She slides my underwear down to my ankles. "Step out of yucky things. Come with me" She takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom and then her bathroom. She adjusts the toilet and has me sit down on it. "Make pee-pee in the potty while I get some things ready for you."
I sit and pee while she is in the bedroom. She comes in. "Are you done?" I say "Yes ma'am". "Good boy. Go ahead and wipe yourself and stand up." I look at her funny. "Huh?" She smiles at me. "Oh goodness. Wipe your pee-pee and bottom, silly" I just sit there. She goes to the toilet paper and rolls up a handful. She has me spread my legs and wipes my penis and balls. "Oh someone is enjoying this isn't he?." My penis is so erect. She pulls me up. "bend over some for me." I do as she tells me. She begins to wipe my bottom. "Your bottom is dirty." She shows me the soiled toilet tissue. "That is how you get a rash. Come with me." She leads me to the bedroom.
On the bed I see a towel spread out. Next to it is a box of baby wipes. She leads me to the bed and has me sit on the towel. "Lay back so I can clean you up." I do as she asks. She begins to wipe down my groin. "I see you are enjoying this, right?" I nod my head and say "yes ma'am". She smiles and says. "Surprisingly, I am enjoying this too." She easily lifts my legs in the air and begins to wipe my bottom with a baby wipe. "Such a dirty boy. I'm glad I had baby wipes left from babysitting a friends daughter." She lets my legs down and begins to stroke my penis. She does this until I cum. It doesn't take long at all. She cleans up the mess with more wipes. I feel wonderful and relaxed.
Sara looks at me. "We got that out of the way. Now let's address the issue at hand." She sits at the end of the bed. "Stand up and stand next to me." I do as she asks. "It's time to warm that backside of yours". I backup and whine a bit in fear. She grabs my hand and pulls me back to her. "You lied to me about wetting your pants. I suspect you are lying about being spanked for wetting yourself as well. Aren’t you?" I begin to say no but she glares at me, "Yes ma'am. I've been spanked before for wetting the bed and my panties.... underpants" I had a freudian slip and hoped she didn't hear it. "Why did you say panties? Do you wear ladies' panties?" She asks. I shake my head, "Nooo". "I dont believe you. DO you wear ladies’ panties?"
I stammer out a "Yes". My mom would make me wear panties as punishment." She looked at me. "Why panties?" I told her, "She did it to embarrass me." Sara said, "I see. Did it work? Were you embarrassed?" Almost crying, I told her"yes". Then she asked, "Do you still wear ladies panties? Tell me the truth!" I paused a minute and finally said, "Sometimes". She smiled and said "Hmm, Good to know. Are you a sissy baby?" I reluctantly nod my head. She says in a maternal tone. "As I thought. Now I want you lay over my lap for a spanking that you definitely deserve for lying to me and wetting your pants like a baby." She pulls me down over her lap. I don't struggle and let her. I'm nervous. I haven't been spanked for a long time. I have a feeling it's going to hurt.
Sara has me across her lap and holds my arm behind my back. "You have been a very naughty boy." Smack, smack, smack. I yelp in shock and pain. "From now on, when you lie to me, you will have your pants and panties pulled down for a spanking" Smack, smack, smack, smack. I yelp some more and I feel the pain in my butt.
She continues to lecture and spank me. I soon find myself bawling like a baby, begging her to stop. She continues for awhile until she feels I have learned my lesson. She commands, "Stand up and put your hands on your head. I want you to stand facing the corner until I say you can stop", she scolds. I get up slowly and do as she says. I'm still crying a bit with snot running down my face. She wipes my tears with a tissue as she guides me to the corner. "There, there. You know you deserved that spanking. Stand there and think about all of this. If you continue to lie to me, you will get more of this." She whacks my sore butt and I jump.
After about 15 minutes she had me come to sit next to her on the bed. It hurt but I was soon sidetracked with her undressing. Soon we were making love. It was amazing.
Sara asked me afterwards if this was something we could continue in our relationship. I agreed totally. This was only the beginning.
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