#adult incontinence pants

[bens-messy-diaperblog]

boyfriend pooped himself at the supermarket today 😵‍💫🤤😖🥵

we went to the local grocery store today, i was pamped up, he wasn't wearing a diaper, and as we were getting our shopping done, he doubles over and begins pushing some poop into his undies, he was very embarrassed and asked if we could get done with our shopping quicker and get out so i could get him changed out of his poopy underwear and into a nice and fresh diaper. we continued our shopping, he occasionally let out another turd into his pants. when we were done shopping i grabbed the changing supplies and changed his poopy pants and put him into a fresh diaper

[phillydiaperguy]

Checking my diaper. I’m wet.

[wet-thistle]

Oh gosh oh no I leaked through my trainers and had to have it pointed out to me

in proper diapers for the rest of the night, per the order of the Gay Table (housemates) so I don’t ruin any furniture or carpeting 😖😖😖

[incontinence-girl]

Leider passiert auch sowas manchmal..Der Klebestreifen meiner windel hat sich ungewollt und unbemerkt geöffnet und meine blase hat sich entleert.

[loki-zen]

obsessed with how when Wilson was sick - and especially when Wilson was sick and House was actively trying to be nice to him - the rate at which he made "lol we're gay for each other" jokes shot way up

the pedestrian take would be to read this as an argument for sexual/romantic Hilson, but I'm kinda in love with the idea that what we're looking at here is a snake-eating-its-own-tail expression of toxic masculinity in which genuine affection can only be expressed via the medium of "ha ha, wouldn't it be funny if we were gay."

[antlerkitty]

What the actual fuck wrong with bladder!? Urgency + unable to full empty bladder genuinely disabling but all doctor do is test for UTI and then go “I dunno dude maybe it the IBS”

So tired of it. Have to dehydrate self purposely and time hydration and everything just so not peeing pants or holding pee until can feel pain in entire abdomen.

[bens-messy-diaperblog]

messed myself at the gym 😵‍💫😵‍💫😖😖

i was lifting at the gym, when my breakfast suddenly didn't agree with my tummy, so i went into squats and let it all out into my pamp. it felt SOOO good tbh, and it was all mushy and smelled a bit.

[phillydiaperguy]

When a boy wakes up in urine-soaked diapers, he won’t want to wake up any other way.

[wet-thistle]

Full diaper under boxers AND leggings >\\\\\<

[kozycub]

My history!!

Hey everyone! I know I’ve been promising this post for a while, and I’m sorry for the delay—I’ve been very busy on these days. But here it is!

I’m Ethan, and I want to share my journey with incontinence to build confidence and give you a glimpse into my daily life. Over the past two weeks, adult diapers have been a total lifesaver for me, protecting my clothes and my furniture!

I’ve been dealing with incontinence for almost my whole life. From what I can remember, I’ve always worn diapers at night, and as I outgrew regular ones, my parents refused to keep gettin them and I often woke up to a wet bed. It hasn’t always been this challenging, but it’s definitely had its struggles.

When I was a kid, around six or seven, i used to wear baby diapers, so I wouldn´t wake up in a wet bed. My parents, believing I was doing it on purpose, stopped putting me in diapers. At that time, I didn’t have the money for products like Goodnights or pull-ups, and my parents weren’t very understanding. They thought punishing me would make the problem go away, but that just made things worse.

I spent my preteen years using towels under my sheets. Whenever I got some pocket money, I’d sneak off to the drugstore for overnight mats, terrified of my parents finding out. After all those years, I don’t blame them; they just didn’t know how to handle the situation.

Having friends over or even thinking about sleepovers felt impossible. I wasn’t very social, but I did have a few good friends in elementary school, always keeping my reality as a top secret. Eventually, my parents just let me deal with it alone.

As I entered high school, I focused more on my studies and slowly had fewer accidents—maybe just one or two nights wet per week at most. This continued into college, where I was finally able to work and gain some financial independence. I got my own place and could manage my incontinence on my terms, but it never completely went away.

During that time, I was in a relationship with someone who initially promised to support me. Unfortunately, after a few weeks sleeping together, the reality of my nightly routine was too much for her, and we parted ways.

Each time I dated someone new, I had to come clean about my situation. Some were kind and simply left, while others laughed and ghost me after. I never managed to maintain a relationship for a longer time.

Over time, I met many people, but when it came to our first night together, revealing my situation often led to them ending things. That was until I met my current spouse, who has been my rock throughout this journey.

For a while, accidents were rare, and I thought I could finally ditch the protective mats. But recently, my incontinence worsened, and I found myself back in diapers and now for full-time. It all changed after a particularly embarrassing moment stuck in traffic—I just couldn’t hold it anymore.

This has been a period of new experiences, learning about my body, and working on my self-esteem. I’ve come to accept that I can lead a happy life while wearing diapers to avoid accidents.

Now, I can enjoy family gatherings without anxiety about wetting my pants. Going out to restaurants and public places is no longer a big deal. I can even invite friends over without worrying about embarrassing odors or accidents. After so long, I finally feel like myself again, knowing I’m not any less of a person for managing my incontinence.

I think that’s enough for today! I know I’ve left out some details, but I’m here to answer any respectful questions you might have, please feel free to ask.

Take care, Ethan 💫.

[bens-messy-diaperblog]

just had a second messing 😵‍💫🥵💩

i legit couldn't feel it coming, one second i was chilling in my bed, next thing i know, i was making a massive stinky in my pamp, it is SOOO good feeling, and it's beginning to move slowly to the front of my diaper 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[phillydiaperguy]

Taking off plastic pants and exposing my wet diapers.

[finsubbybedwetter]

Good afternoon, please have a seat. I am an administration officer acting under the authority of the Male Reproductive Rights Reform Act. You are here today to receive official notice that your MRRRA standing has been lowered to Restricted/Developmentally-impaired in response to the recent update in your medical history.

Please confirm for the record that you recently reported a bedwetting episode to you doctor. Thank you. I presume that you were not aware that male adult bedwetting has recently been reclassified as a prohibitive developmental impairment. Yes, we are aware that you only reported a single incident. However, as your medical records indicate that you experienced frequent bedwetting throughout your teens, we consider this episode to be indicative of relapse into chronic, habitual bedwetting, which is grounds for immediate corrective action.

You have been enrolled into the Adult General Urinary Incontinence Correction Program at a male remedial facility. More commonly referred to informally as the toilet training program. Yes, we understand that you have no history of full incontinence, but as bedwetting was only recently recognized as a prohibitive condition, we do not currently have a remedial program more specific to your needs. Also, studies have shown that daytime wetting is disproportionately common and often under-reported in bedwetters. We believe this program will be a good fit for you.

You will undergo corrective therapy and continuous assessment over a six week period. The corrective component of the program consists of hypnotherapy and severe negative reinforcement. You will be diapered at all times during your stay at the facility, and fitted with a moisture-sensing alarm to ensure accurate record keeping of wetting incidents for assessment and disciplinary purposes. I believe you had some experience with this kind of alarm in your teens so this should be quite familiar to you. Yes, you will be diapered at all times, not only for bed. Please understand that program rules do not permit us to make any exceptions for your case.

Bathroom visits will be restricted to a fixed schedule and fluid intake will be managed to ensure that you receive an accurate assessment. In order to keep our assessment false positive rate within MRRRA guidelines, the bathroom schedule and fluid intake minimums have been tuned to be challenging for an adult male with average bladder control and extremely challenging for impaired individuals such as yourself. We have also found that stressing program participants in this way boosts the efficacy of the negative reinforcement component of the program.

At the conclusion of the program, your assessment results will be reviewed by committee and you will be prescribed assessment outcomes. Outcomes vary widely. The more severe outcomes include permanent revocation of reproductive rights, castration, gender reassignment, and in instances involving developmental impairment such as yours, revocation of legal adulthood.

Should you receive a favorable assessment, your standing will be lifted to Qualified-unrestricted/Developmentally-impaired. Yes that's correct - your diagnosis as an adult bedwetter is permanent and thus will be reflected in your public record regardless of assessment result. A favorable assessment only indicates that you are not currently experiencing symptoms. Also, please be aware that current and future employers and sexual partners, if any, will be notified of your condition. Though, having seen your file it looks like you won't need worry about that second part..

That concludes this proceeding. When you leave this office you will be escorted to the facility for induction. Your assessment period has already begun. I hope I don't have to tell you that any non-compliance will reflect extremely poorly.

Alright, now that that's done and we're off the record, I can finally be honest with you. You're fucked. I've sent dozens of pissy-pants virgins just like you through this program, and you know what? You losers always come out more pathetic than you went in. Right now you're just a bedwetter, but in six weeks time you're going to be a stuttering, subservient, diaper-dependent sissy. You want my advice? Don't fight it. Forget about "favorable assessment". Forget about ever losing your virginity. Think of this as six weeks to adjust to your new life.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 12

Abby didn’t enjoy her first morning as a woman with no bladder or bowel control. She let out an ear-piercing shriek when she woke up to find the big-breasted ‘Nanny’ from the day before bending over her with a finger slipped inside the leg-band of her soaking wet night-time diaper.

“Don’t be frightened, sweetie,” the woman cooed. “Nanny’s just checking your nappy. It looks like someone made lots of wee-wees during beddy-byes, didn’t she? Yes she did! Yes she did! Wittle Abby-wabby’s got a very soggy bum-bum!”

Abby felt herself burning with humiliation. “You can’t tawk to me wike dat!” she squealed, sitting up in bed and feeling her clammy wet diaper squishing unpleasantly beneath her. It was only then that she realised her thumb was in her mouth. She yanked it out at once.

The woman tittered. “You’re a big baby who can’t even wipe her own bottom, sweetie,” she said. “I can talk to you however I like.” Her motherly expression turned a little more sinister. “And if I don’t like your tone, I could leave you in that nasty nappy all day, no matter how wet and messy you make it. Is that what you want?”

Abby went cold. She couldn’t change herself. If she didn’t do what this bitch said then she’d have to stay in this disgusting thing for who knows how long – and she needed to keep her mind on the challenge today, not on the state of her pants. This would be the final one, the most important of all, her last and only chance to get back to normal and avoid the Magician’s sick, twisted punishments. And if she won, she’d get three wishes. Anything she wanted!

Her lower lip stuck itself out in a pout. “Sowwy Nanny,” she mumbled meekly.

Nanny smirked. “Good girl. Now let’s get that yucky-wucky diapee off your cute little tushy!”

Abby’s second nappy change as an adult was no less humiliating than her first. Nanny took her sweet time, making sure to coo at her in sickeningly sweet baby talk and tickle her tummy at random intervals. “P-U!” she cried theatrically, pinching her nose as she held up Abby’s sodden, yellowed diaper. “This icky thing is absolutely soaked! What a little pee-pee pants you are, Abby! I’d never have guessed you used to be a sexy, grown-up woman. You look just like a smelly little baby to me!”

Abby cringed and clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of Nanny’s taunts as the older woman got to work wiping her clean with a pack of baby wipes.

“And here’s a nice, new nappy,” Nappy said happily, slipping one under Abby’s bottom, “for the next time you need to make a pee-pee, or drop a stinky load in your pants.”

Abby couldn’t prevent a pathetic, whimpering sob from leaving her lips as Nanny finished taping a fresh diaper around her waist. But at least it was over. Nanny helped her off the bed and got her dressed – tugging a pair of white, semi-translucent tights over her bulging diaper-butt and pulling a tight pink t-shirt over her bare chest. Her tits were constrained almost painfully in the tiny thing. A pair of frilly socks, black schoolgirl shoes, and a bonnet later, and Abby was fully dressed for the day.

Nanny escorted her, toddling, to the kitchen, where Becky and the Magician were already seated. In front of Becky, and in front of the large highchair that was awaiting Abby, were two enormous bowls full of baby food. Feeling sick, but knowing there was much worse at stake, Abby allowed herself to be sat in the highchair and fed the bland-tasting mush. She barely even fussed as Nanny pushed spoonful after spoonful against her lips, smearing her lower face. She was too busy worrying about what the final challenge would be.

Becky, too, was nervous. She spooned her meal into her mouth by herself. At least she didn’t need someone to feed her, she thought, looking up at the mess the busty woman was getting all over her fellow contestant’s pretty face. She didn’t want to end up like that. It was bad enough being incontinent. She turned red as she remembered how she’d woken up that morning, right in the middle of messing her nappy. How could she ever think of herself as an adult if she was doing that all the time?! She couldn’t stand the thought of spending even one more day in diapers! She didn’t want to be an overgrown, pants-filling baby anymore! She wouldn’t, she couldn’t, spend the rest of her life waddling around in smelly Pampers like some horrid brat in daycare. She forced herself to get through the bowl of baby food, even knowing it would bring about a messy nappy sooner rather than later – it would be the last, she told herself firmly.

Once Becky was finished eating, and Nanny was slipping the last few spoonfuls of mush into Abby’s mouth, the Magician got to his feet. His handsome smile was more terrifying than ever. “Alright girls,” he said, the awful bright light dancing once again in his eyes. “It’s time for the fourth and final challenge. Three silly young ladies have already headed off to live their new, and much altered lives, and now it’s time to find out which of you will be joining them in their fates, and which will earn herself three wishes. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that unless you win, the changes you have at the moment will be permanent.” He savoured the last word, and Abby and Becky both shivered. “The final challenge,” he continued, “is very simple. The two of you will have a competition to see who can act the most babyish over the next few hours. The one who I decide has been the silliest, most ridiculous overgrown baby will win my little game.”

Abby and Becky stared at him wide-eyed, their mouths open. They could only win their adulthood back by outcompeting the other at being a stupid baby?!

The Magician cocked his head at them. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, grinning.

The two young women looked at one another, and then Becky immediately got off her chair and dropped to her hands and knees, babbling in meaningless baby talk. “Goo goo gah bah bah!” she prattled, dribbling down her chin. She started crawling over to the Magician.

Feeling mortified, Abby imitated Becky and hastily extracted herself from her highchair and sank onto all fours too. “Gah gah buh buh buh!” she babbled, drooling down her own chin and crawling towards the Magician herself. She could see the evil satisfaction in his face as he watched them approach.

Becky reached him first. She plopped back on her diapered bottom and looked up at him with her best, desperate, puppy-dog eyes. She raised her hands into the air and made little clenching movements. “Up!” she squealed. “Uppies, Dada!”

The Magician laughed delightedly. He reached down and, with surprising strength, lifted the babbling baby-woman into his arms, settling her on his hip and holding her tightly against himself. Then he looked appraisingly down at Abby, who had just reached his feet.

Abby sat back on her nappy, and was about to mimic Becky again when she stopped. That wouldn’t work. She couldn’t just do whatever Becky was doing – she’d lose for sure that way. She’d have to do something else. A loud, childish temper tantrum seemed like a good idea, as if she was jealous of Becky getting held instead of her. The sick freak would undoubtedly like that. She hated the Magician. She hated him more than anyone else in the world for what he’d done to her, for what he was making her do. But he was dangerous, and she’d play along with his perverted fantasies if it meant winning his insane game. She was a little girl who wanted her Daddy’s undivided attention, she told herself, and that stupid little brat Becky was stealing him away from her!

She hardly had to pretend. The changes the Magician had made to her the day before had ruined her ability to control her emotions like an adult. Angry that Becky was already beating her, and terrified of the consequences if she lost, the tears came in no time at all. Her bottom lip wobbled beneath her thumb, and Abby started to wail. She scrunched up her beautiful face, tears pouring down her cheeks, sobbing hysterically and taking great heaving breaths as she pounded her free hand petulantly against the floor. “WAAAAAAAAAH!” she wailed. “I WANT MY DADA!”

Suddenly, she felt his powerful arm scooping her up, supporting her under her thickly padded bottom and holding her close against his chest, just as he was doing with Becky. “Shhhh,” the Magician hushed her gently, and Abby actually felt a pleasant tingle run down her spine at the unexpected gentleness of his voice. “Shhhh, it’s okay, baby. There, there… Daddy’s here, little one. Daddy’s got you.” The Magician carried them out of the kitchen and further into the house, into a brightly decorated playroom littered with baby toys.

He set them down on the soft, carpeted floor, and Abby immediately got to work. With some difficulty, she yanked off her tight t-shirt and started bouncing and shaking her boobies, giggling like she’d found her new favourite toys. She could feel the Magician’s eyes on her, and she blew a dribbly raspberry that made a line of drool to spill down onto her bare breasts.

Becky started to strip as well, but her adult clothes were harder to remove while she was sitting on the floor. An idea occurred to her, and she looked up, pouting at the Magician. “Wanna be nakie giwl!” she cried.

Chuckling, the Magician knelt down and started taking off Becky’s jeans and tank top, until she too was dressed in nothing but her nappy, her perky tits wobbling stupidly on her chest as she crawled around the room playing with the infantile toys.

They played for some time, working as hard as they could to keep the looks of childish idiocy on their faces while they bashed blocks together, shook rattles, and snuggled with teddy bears. Abby didn’t even have to fake it – after only a few shakes of a rattle she was staring at it avidly, cooing and gurgling, utterly entranced. It sounded so pretty and tinkly! Pretty, tinkly sound… She might have sat there all day playing with her rattle, had she not gotten the sudden, overpowering urge to shove it in her mouth. She came to her senses the moment before it happened, blushing scarlet at the thought of how enamoured she’d been by this stupid baby toy (she had to get back to normal), but there was nothing she could do to stop her body cramming the rattle between her lips and sucking on it enthusiastically. Her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Right at that moment, Abby’s bladder released without warning, and she felt her diaper getting soggier and soggier beneath her bottom as she pissed into it helplessly. It felt revolting, but she made sure to keep a blank, babyish look on her face as the front of her nappy discoloured. The Magician was surely watching for any sign of un-babyish behaviour, and babies didn’t care if they went pee-pee. She popped the rattle out of her mouth and let out another stream of ridiculous baby babble. But then, as she started crawling over to a large, fluffy teddy bear, something else happened. Something more than pee. For the second time in her adult life, Abby’s bowel’s rumbled into action beyond her control. Before she could really register what was about to happen, it was already happening. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’ shape as an enormous yucky mess filled her diaper, making her padded pants sag halfway down her thighs with the weight of her load.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, exactly the same thing was happening to Becky. She was more used to the sensation of her pants filling with poop without warning, but it didn’t make it any less disgusting. Still, as poo-poo filled her nappy, she was able to keep her face relatively blank and dopey, as though she’d barely even realised what had happened. A grown woman who couldn’t even tell when she messed herself – the Magician would love that, she was sure.

Although she was trying as hard as she could, unlike Becky, Abby wasn’t able to keep the look of revulsion off her face. She knew the Magician must have seen. Babies didn’t think sitting in dirty diapers was disgusting. They didn’t care. She had to do something to make up for her mistake, and quickly. She had no idea when the challenge might end! Putting on her best bratty, mischievous face, Abby grinned up at the Magician. She hated him with all her heart. She knew she would never be able to look at herself the same way in the mirror after what she was about to do, but if it meant avoiding a terrible, terrible fate, it would be worth it. She sat back firmly on her full nappy, feeling the horrible mess in her pants squish against her bottom. It took all her self-control not to gag. Then, with a moronic giggle, she started bouncing up and down on her bum, squealing loudly and clapping her hands.

Becky watched, but didn’t move. She could see the Magician looking at her, waiting to see whether she’d copy Abby. But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do that. She just couldn’t stand it! The mess beneath her bottom was so disgusting! She couldn’t bounce up and down on it like some mucky baby! Those were the worst kind of diapers she had to change at daycare, the ones where the awful little urchins decided to make the mess in their pants even messier, and make the job of cleaning them up an absolute nightmare for her. The other daycare workers, the stupid women who’d chosen to look after smelly, snot-nosed brats as their whole career, actually thought it was cute when the babies “made bouncies”. But Becky found it nauseating, and the idea of doing it herself was out of the question.

“All right, little ones,” the Magician said suddenly. “I’ve made my decision.”

They both stopped what they were doing and looked up at him fearfully. The Magician took each of them by the hand and pulled them to their feet. The two women stood there, tits out, legs pushed awkwardly apart by their full, sagging nappies, waiting for his judgement. The evil man looked at Abby, who felt her stomach lurch horribly, and then he turned his gaze to Becky. Abby was trembling. Was he going to tell Becky that she’d lost, or that she’d won?

“Sorry Becky,” the Magician said, “but I’ve decided little Abby was the most babyish, and that means, unfortunately, that you’re the loser.”

Abby took a deep breath. Wonderful relief was flooding through her body.

Becky, however, was shaking. “No…” she whispered, so quietly that Abby barely heard her.

“I don’t know what you were planning to do with your life, Becky,” said the Magician pleasantly, advancing on the quivering girl. “Maybe you were planning to go to law school, or train as a doctor, or maybe you just wanted to live an average life, but I’m afraid whatever it was, it won’t be happening now. You’ll be spending the rest of your days as a diaper-dependent adult toddler, a grown woman who stomps about with a smelly, loaded nappy swinging about between her legs. You’ll be dependent on real adults to check and change you, of course… and I know just the place to send you.” He waved his hand lazily, and a canary yellow frock with a smiling cartoon bee on the front appeared on Becky’s body.

Slowly, stiffly, Becky looked down at her new clothes, and recognised the uniform of the Buzzy Bees baby class at the daycare where she worked. Her poopy diaper was peeking out of the bottom.

Becky lost her mind. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, clutching her head in her hands, her eyes wide and horrified.

Abby stared at the woman in horror, but the Magician just chuckled, as if the sight of the twenty-year-old woman’s mental breakdown was merely amusing to him. Becky looked utterly mad. She was screaming inarticulately, and staring straight ahead of her, as though she could see something they couldn’t – as if she was looking at her own future laid out in front of her, a life of stinky nappies and baby food and naptimes, a life stuck in nursery school forever, trapped in the one place she’d wanted desperately to get away from. In a way, she was getting what she wanted – she’d never have to change another dirty diaper again. She’d be too busy filling them. Becky screamed and screamed and screamed.

“That’s enough of your little tantrum, missy,” said the Magician, still sounding amused. “Time for you to go and join your new peers.” He snapped his fingers, and Becky vanished.

[ittybittyemmyy]

35 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies from @enby-foxx W/ 35 humiliating answers from @ittybittyemmyy

Q. 1. How often should you be diapered?

A. 1 24/7 I'm a stress and urge incontinent bed wetting babie if not diapered beds and pants get wet.

Q. 2. Do you want your underwear cut up?

A. 2..No ! I need some to pretend I'm a big girl and put over my pullups at workies !

(My Daddy should please cut up my panties and put me in my place. Babies=no panties)

Q. 3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?

A. 3. Um... I'm not supposed to... Daddy says that's a choice only adults make for dumb babies but if that's the case maybe he shouldn't leave Mr. Buzzy in the baby's reach and should lock him up in a box to keep him safe

Q. 4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?

A. 4.I fink so! Adult Babies by their Daddies or mommies yeah! We sexy in diapees right? Especially stinky ones ! *giggles*

Q. 5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?

A. 5. At workies I get too but when home I'm not allowed unless under a thick diapee

Q. 6. Do you drool on yourself?

A. 6 Hmpf... No.! ( Sometimes )

Q. 7. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?

A. 7 ..... it just feels so soft and squishy! How am I not supposed to touch it?!

Q. 8. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?

A. 8 I love wearing big thick diapers and being forced to crawl only toddlers get to waddle.... I'm a babie and babies crawl....

Q. 9. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?

A. 9 It Is a dream for everyone I meet and know to know about it and accept me, and treat me as such and I'm pretty open about being a little but don't force it upon no one

Q. 10. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?

A. 10 Hush.... I just never got it's okay!

Q. 11. Should you be allowed on the furniture?

A. 11 Um yeah if Daddys checking my diapee while I'm up there so I don't leaks on da couch!

Q. 12. Do you like being a smelly baby?

A. 12I wuv being a smelly babie my stinky diapees make my headspace stronger 🤭

Q. 13. Does your house smell like piss?

A. 13 Nope I carpet clean if I leaks on da floor and change sheets and the mattress protector every time I has an accident! Abdls don't have to = being gross and unhygienic

Q. 14. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?

A. 14 Full diapees are more fun to squish!

Q. 15. Do you like to wear plastic panties?

A. 15 They are cute but all pairs I have tried have been so big on me they go up to my Chest

Q. 16. Do you need your diaper checked?

A. 16 All day every day atleast 2 changies a day

Q. 17. Do you make humpies in your diaper?

A. 17 If no one's looking...maybe.... it FEELS GOOD

Q. 18. Do you like messy diapers?

A. 18 Messy diapers are so warm and are the best to make humpies in..... ask my stuffie doug..

Q. 19. How thick do you like your diapers?

A. 19 To the point I can't walk and have to only crawl around like the dumb infant I am

Q. 20. Are you diapered right now?

A. 20 I'm 24/7 so yes !

Q. 21. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?

A. 21 Only my Daddy and other grown ups Daddy trusts to do so as well

Q. 22. When’s the last time you leaked?

A. 22 Um the other day I leaked through my diapee and leggings at the store..

Q. 23. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?

A. 23 No babies don't get to choose when they need a diaper change. It teaches obedience

Q. 24. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?

A. 24. I wuv being bounced on my Daddys knee in my diapees! It is so fun!!

Q. 25. Do you like diapers more than sex?

A. 25 Um maybe.... idk diaper sex is cool. Best of both worlds.

Q. 26. Did you make pushies today?

A. 26 Nope ! Daddy said If I don't soon he's gonna gimme a suppositumory I dunno what dat means but no stinkies for Emmy!

Q. 27. Why do you wear diapers?

A. 27 I have wore diapees all my life I never took to potty training at night and I have kidney damage due to trauma that made me lose control of my bladder at 16 it just makes me more calm and just makes sense for me to be diapered rather than laughing and peeing my pants in public

Q. 28. Do you want to be a bedwetter?

A. 28 I am one and have been all my life

Q 29. Do you use a bottle?

A. 29 when I can I don't like big cups I spill when trying to drink from them!

Q. 30. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?

A. 30 Daddy calls me stinky, princess, his pee baby, Pee butt, potty pants, his soggy girl ect and I wuv dem all they make me blushy and giggle he's so siwwy

Q. 31. Do you enjoy being restrained?

A. 31 It Is a fun time I just got a pair of segufix locking booties but, I want a @straitjacketshopcom jacket and booties, I'm also a rope bunny....

Q. 32. Do you enjoy doing as your told?

A. 32 Not really but if it makes Daddy happy I will

Q. 33. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult baby

A.33 Every day of my life I wanna know I'm less than every other grown up and that I didn't mature like them. I'm just a babie

Q. 34. What’s the longest you’re willing to go being diapered 24/7?

A.34 Well I've been 24/7 my whole life so far so the rest of it too?

Q. 35. What’s more humiliating than being an adult baby?

A. 35 Ummm I honestly don't know really but fitting toddler pullups cause I'm so small probably takes the cake...

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Love Story (Destined's Version)

Destined is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very rotten day.

Why, you ask?

Well, it has everything to do with Destined adorable little grunts as he is squatting down and filling his already soggy little diaper. Or, more over, it is because of who he is filling that soggy diaper in front of.

You see, Destined has always had a love/hate relationship with his cousin Lena. Born only a few months apart, they had grown up together more like siblings than cousins. This meant, while they loved each other deeply, they spent most of their time bickering and trying to get the upper hand on each other.

Things only got worse when Lena and Destined went to college. Continuing their childhood rivalry, the two newly minted adults decided to attend rival schools. Their text messages to each other, once filled with insults about who had the cooler clothes, better grades, or more popular friends, became filled with vitriolic memes regarding whose school had the better football team, basketball team, or superior academic prowess.

The competition between the two cousins got so bad that Destined even removed Lena's number from his phone. Although, that didn't matter, because he could always tell from the messages themselves when his conceited cousin was talking with him.

Up until a week ago, however, Destined had felt he had gotten the last laugh in his and Lena's lifelong competition. He had graduated from school with a prestigious degree, went on to get a post-graduated degree in a high paying field, gotten married to a beautiful woman, and was living the good life.

In contrast, Lena's English degree hadn't proven nearly as advantageous for her. Not able to get her career as the next great American novelist off the ground, she had been forced to support herself by working as a receptionist and supplimenting her income with the occasional odd babysitting and house-sitting job.

Of course, as with all sibling-like relationships, that sense of superiority could only last for so long.

You see, beyond being a huge success in both his professional and home life, Destined had a deep secret that no one in his family knew. Destined was not in charge of his own life.

Destined's beautiful wife, the love of his life, was more than that to him. After confessing his decade long struggle with incontinence to her, she decided to take a dual-role in his life of both wife and mother.

At home, Destined's wife treated him exactly like her child. She dressed him, fed him, bathed him, and, notably, diapered him. She set rules for his behavior and subjected him to both rewards and punishments as she saw fit. She monitored his device usage and made sure he was acting like her perfect little baby boy at all times.

So, Destined shouldn't have been surprised when his wife-turned-Mama became outraged when she discovered his texts to Lena after his alma mater had thrashed his cousin's at football a week ago. And, to be honest, he wasn't. What he was surprised by, however, was the punishment.

"Lena, thank you so much for coming and watching my little man, I know he can be a handful, but I really need a night out!" Destined heard his wife say from the front door as he sat in his playpen wearing nothing but a T-shirt and soggy diaper--his typical Saturday evening ensemble.

Before he could say or do anything, he turned to see his cousin walking into the room, face full of glee at seeing her bratty, conceited cousin reduced to the status of an infant. Destined's wife had hired Lena, his cousin and rival, as his babysitter.

And, that's how Destined found himself here, loading his pants while his cousin looked on, giggling and recording his shame on her phone to ensure neither of them forgot this night. As Destined felt his mess slide out of his backside, he felt any chance of ever getting the upper hand on Lena again slide away as well.

The only peace Destined could find in his situation was that at least Lena was his cousin. As she put it, she would always love him, if not as an equal, then as the cute baby cousin he had become in her eyes.