Diaper Desires

Just the desires of a 27 year old wanting to be diaper trained and wear diapers 24/7 but can't. So I live through other people's posts. 18+NSFW

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2022-04-24 05:41:52

    It was only a matter of time now, little Aaron would soon start to loose his concept of what it meant to be a big boy. After goofing off all his life, and never taking anything seriously, he finally met his match. He’d soon loose all this toilet privileges & big boy looking clothes would just not do, have to donate them to boys who can be responsible & actually take care of them. Aaron hated laundry and dishes and chores so instead of dealing with his rebellion his Daddy took a stern retaliation on his misbehavior and said “no more big boy anything, you don’t like responsibility? Fine. You won’t get any.” And with that little Aaron huffed and whimpered as he was stripped of his man briefs and man clothes and put into a big spreading locking plastic pants. “I don’t want to be a baby!” He exclaimed. “Well you should’ve stopped to think about that when you were acting like one, crying about your responsibilities, Aaron.” And with that Daddy took his boys mouth and popped some mysterious pill down his throat. “This will make the transition easier baby Aaron, just relax, you soon aren’t gonna remember much of this resisting anymore, you soon won’t remember your Favebook password, I changed it anyway.” “What?! I - I - don’t wanna loose my…” “Oh don’t worry about loosing your friends baby Aaron. I already made a big post about how you’re going through a big transition and you appreciate everyone’s patience & you hope that your true friends will accept you for who you’re becoming.” “When .. Do I .. What am .. I becom-” “Oh we’ll find out soon enough won’t we baby Aaron? Soon everyone will know you’re just an enlarged baby toddler that uses diapers everyday cuz you would otherwise wet & soil yourself; you’re gonna eat only baby food so you won’t know what solid waste feels like anymore, just warm squishy sensations; you’ll forget what it feels like to pee, you’ll just go and drip whenever, without really feeling anything more than a tingly feeling at the head of your boy-knob; it’ll shrink in size with a low dose of reversal hormones in combination with muscle relaxants, diuretics & castor oil sometimes; tons of suppositories before bed, enemas too…. You’ll experience the whole lot. Sometimes even stuff you’ve never heard of; you’ll drink Daddy’s cum mixed with your morning & bedtime milk; you’ll do that so often you won’t realize the difference between that and regular milk & you’ll soon prefer over regular milk & want it with everything you consume; we’ll lock you up on both ends: your boi knob with an ever-decreasing cage that will make your dick shrink in mass and erectile performance, it will be red at the tip and shriveled, boi sack full of cum and fluid desperately waiting for days and weeks and months for relief; your cunt will get swollen between your legs, just like your diaper, as you parade around the town in baby clothes, but not til your fully made ready; your boi hole will be plugged from time to time after a proper doushe; expanding locking plug that will offer no way out especially with the locking spreader you’re now in, oh so much more to come baby Aaron….” “Why would you tell … Tell me all this .. Er-” “You’re to call me just Daddy now baby Aaron you understand” “Yes uh… Daddy?” “Is that a question you little faggot??” “No.” “No what boy?” “No … Sir”

    “That’s a good boy, don’t worry about al this growing up you’ve already failed at little guy, it’ll all be over soon. You’ll forget what it feels like to sleep in anything but a crib; you will be so thickly padded you’ll only be able to waddles and eventually after your legs give out you’ll soon resort to crawling.. Completely dependent on your Daddy to pick you up and put you in your high hair and feed you mashed peas with daddy’s special milk mixed in a bottle: a concoction of all your sleepy/hormone meds & Daddy’s thick cum. It’ll be the closest thing you get to sex ever again” “Hormones ?! What I’ll be a girl?” “No little man it’ll be just enough to reverse any traces of testosterone left in your system; you’ll get a little swollen in your belly area maybe, no more strong man abs or biceps; we’ll get you underdeveloped and supple and more inclined to behave under MY roof from now on.” “But I don’t want boobies!!” “You won’t have them, just thicker juicy boy nips and less of a dick and more of a fatter, wider ass for Daddy to play with..” “I thought you said I wasn’t going to be having sex anymore?!” “Not that you’re aware of baby Aaron, Daddy has some special sleepy pills and chloroform that will make the process much easier for you to be completely asleep while Daddy probes your hole to make sure everything is alright & while doing so he might invite a few of Daddy’s anonymous friends over to relieve that testy prostate of yours and fill you up full of men’s loads… Maybe you’ll meet them. After you wake up of course. While we’re all having a beer. You of course are going to be groggy and dressed in toddler clothes & the guys will probably laugh and poke fun at you but it’s okay cuz I’ll explain to them that my boy Aaron just couldn’t get his adult life together so his Daddy had to step it up and reprogram what life was to Aaron .. Change his whole existence & trade-in an old life for a new, very real reality.” Aaron just sat there a little confused in the middle of a circle of grown men, becoming absorbed by his overall shorts with snaps on the crotch & little prints, he looked down and saw himself, for the first time, a giant budge from the locking diaper mechanisms, plastic pants, a dummy clipped on to the baby-print t-shirt that went all the way down into a snapping onsie…“ He thought, “will I ever be the same again .. Will I ever be me again??” And just at that moment, Daddy looked at me and just smiled and shook his head no. It was like he was in my head. I didn’t need words anymore and the next time I uttered something else it just came out as gibberish.

    This was it. This was me now. The dizzy feelings I got from when all this started had finally gotten to me. I was no more than an infant child amongst all these grown men laughing and carrying on, talking about things I didn’t understand anymore.. Cars, sports, politics.. In big words or even just regular words I found harder and harder to comprehend. Just when I was about to use the last bit of big boy strength I had to get up and run away, my knees locked and I froze as the warm gooey sensation of my asshole started to leak, it was stretched and numb for sure, maybe he used some Anal-Ease on me.. I could feel it coming out, my taint just twitched & my asshole puckered like it was waiting to get kissed. I was stuck in this huge costume that I realized was all I had anymore. My duffle-bag was gone & replaced. My skin felt warm like I was finally realizing all those men had already touched me all over during my forced nap, I could smell their musk all over me, all different kinds. . I looked up and there was Daddy. I forgot his name so now that’s all I knew him as. I went to speak and protest all this but all that came out was….


    He looked at me and smiled, perplexed: “Are you trying to tell me something little man?”

    I was I was trying to say I wanted out, that I wanted to know what happened while I was sleeping, I wanted to know where my gym bag went & I wanted to know ….

    And just then, while still locked in eye contact with him I felt the warm drip of cum start to drip out of my bottom, down my leg. My eyes widened still arrested in this gaze, I didn’t know what was happening then all of the sudden I let out a big air fart, my boy pussy just made a loud juicy queef —

    “Aw looks like somebody is making a doo-doo….” The men all turned around.

    “Is that what’s happening little man, are you making a big stinky after having all the men inside you? We’re gonna do this every week. Guys are gonna come over and play poker after shooting their thick warm man loads inside you during nap time and when you wake up I’ll introduced them to you as my little cuckold bitch child that serves me only as a baby. Then I’ll make you stay in your playpen til all the men leave no matter how much you fill that thick diaper up with their mixed loads. You’ll just have to wait till Daddy and his friends are finished with the game. Is that understood little man?”

    I looked at him. And I didn’t respond, just stared.

    “Oh of course you don’t understand me its all just a bunch of gibberish to you now isn’t it little Aaron?”

    I hated to admit it, but he was right. The more he talked the less I understood. His voice became just sounds, deep manly sounds, like thunder the way my tummy rumbles sometimes before a big stinky.

    “Here I got you something Tiger, it’s to replace what used to be yours before I had to take it away. It’s a duffle bag, with your name on it. It’s to mark your new life transition & now you can know that this is permanent & pretty soon we’ll be posting all sorts of pictures on Facebook inviting all of your friends over to play with you and babysit you and change your diapers. You think the guys you knew will come? I’m sure I can entice them with free beer. Of course I bet they’ll love to piss in your diaper, maybe open that butt hole up with a hallow plug and have them fill you up with all their jock piss. You ready to have a coming out party little Aaron? I bet you aren’t cuz you’re a little shy but don’t worry we’ll have plenty of pictures up so they’ll know what they’re getting into ahead of time, maybe they’ll even bring presents like big baby clothes or toys. Thing is though, you can’t go out with them to the movies after unless of course they decide on a kids movie in which case we’ll have to take you in a stroller & a thick diaper so you don’t soil your seat. Hope you aren’t scared to expose yourself to the rest of the world like this …”

    I thought what if I am? What if I’m not ready?

    “….cuz we’ve been live streaming you ever since you woke up. Your friends are all watching you.. Right. Now.”


    I could feel it, at that moment my stomach sank and I emptied all that I had in one big gush- I was sitting in a mix of six or seven grown men, their thick loads caking my ass cheeks, sticky & bleechy smelling, I was stuck in their loads - making terrible fart sounds, web-camming to all my friends - as Daddy turned back to his poker game, ignoring my whimpers to be changed and out of the sack of cum my dumpster of an ass was now stuck in, only to wait. I told myself, just wait. Play with your trucks and blocks. Just wait, till whatever comes next. .

    I couldn’t help but think: I brought this on myself. Maybe this was what I wanted. All along. Maybe this is what I needed. All along. Maybe this is my destiny but whatever the case if any of that wasn’t true. It’s what Daddy wanted. And what he was trying to reformat in me, was working. Exponentially.

    I drooled all over myself & waved to the camera & went back to playing with my toys. Without prompting him. Daddy said, “that’s a good boy, learn your place; show everybody what a baby you really are and will be from now on, forever.”


    This story is my dream




    Since the other person asked....I'm curious about your 24/7 experience, potty training (or lack thereof), and bedwetting? Do you care to elaborate? How long have you been 27/7 now? How long can you stay dry? How often do you wake up wet? ☺️

    This is super late and I'm sorry! But I'll try to give the best description I can 😅.

    I have, quite honestly, lost track how long I've been 24/7 now. But I totally wanted that to happen on purpose.

    My main goal with 24/7 was urinary incontinence. I figured the best way to make it happen was to make wetting and wearing absolute habit. So I tried my best to just integrate wearing all the time into my life naturally. While never writing or committing to a "start" day.

    As soon as I decided I wanted to be incontinent, I treated myself as if I was. Never holding no matter what.

    My progress seems to be kind of backwards compared to most so let me explain. My daytime control was the first thing I noticed. It seemed to diminish rather quickly. I'd say within 2 or 3 months of 24/7 I was already uncomfortable leaving the house without protection. I can hold it if need be I guess but I haven't tried in so long I don't trust those muscles. I seem to dribble while walking and any other time I still need to start the stream but its second nature now and I feel like I'm one step away from that changing.

    My bedtime control seems to be hanging on by a thread. About 5 days a week I'm dry when I wake up, and soak my morning padding as I stretch and wake up. The other 2 days I usually wet so much I leak lol. Leaks dont even bother me anymore, they are just a part of life. But I'm sure with time, that too will slowly progress to every night.

    I havent run into bowel control issues I've read others have. In fact, I'm more regular then ever thanks to predictable changing times.

    So I plan to keep on going for the rest of my foreseeable future. It's been fun and I still love my diapers just as much if not more then day 1. She has also taken a liking to me being a permanent baby sooo... even if I wanted out, that would be hard to talk my way there 😅.

    TLDR: Still have some control, not a whole lot. Love every second of it and my Domme does too. I Plan to keep going. I still love my diapies 😋.

    Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the wall of text 😅

    The Results Of My Eighteen-Day Trial of Wearing One Insane Diaper Every 24 Hours

    TLDR: I absolutely loved it and will be continuing to wear my ultra thick diapers for the foreseeable future : 3

    Hey everyone! I wanted to apologise right off the bat for this being a few days late, as some real-life stuff happened that unfortunately meant I wasn’t able to finish writing this for the day the two-week trial technically finished, but, on the bright side, I used the few extra days to keep the trial going to eighteen days in total : )

    If you have no idea what I am talking about, you can catch up by checking out this post andthis post and this post ^^

    Also, a bit of a disclaimer, because wearing such over the top, thick and bulky diapers for such long periods of time is a massive fantasy of mine, I am not a particularly great unbiased judge when it comes to saying if this is a good thing to do or not for you, all I can really say is that all the positives outweighed the negatives for me and I’ve been extremely happy with this whole experience.

    Sooo, on to actually talking about the specifics, where do I start, ha ha. This has been an interesting eighteen-days to say the least!

    The first five or so days I would say were the real “trial” so to speak, where I was figuring things out and getting the hang of wearing such thick diapers all day, while the remainder of the time was me just kind of settling into the routine and becoming comfortable wearing them ^^

    I actually ran into two big problems in the first five days though that I hadn’t really experienced earlier in my random testing (showing the importance of fulltime trials!), the first of which was that actually, for the amount of liquids I normally drink in a day, an ABU Simple Ultra and three boosters weren’t quite cutting it consistently in the absorbency. I had a couple of smaller leaks and one large one while I was asleep during the first five days, so I decided that, for the remainder of the trial, I was going to wear the Simple Ultra with four boosters instead, which gave me enough absorbency to solve my leaking problem : 3 

    The second issue I experienced was some minor tearing in the diapers towards the end of the 24 hour period, which I quickly figured out was caused by the diaper basically having issues supporting its own weight after me wearing and using one for so long, ha ha ha. I managed to solve this problem, luckily, by wearing leggings or onesies under my clothes each day for the remainder of the trial, which provided the diapers with enough support for their weight and bulk that they stopped tearing : )

    For those of you who were very concerned about my skin and the possible bad rashes I might experience, never fear! I didn’t experience any rashes during my trial, though I definitely came close, ha ha. On four different mornings, early on in the trial, my skin felt very tingly and sensitive, which anyone with experience can tell you, means a rash is very close. Luckily for me, my skin never actually went past that point, but I did take a lot of time to care for my skin each morning while showering and also time to properly apply diaper rash cream before putting on each new quad boosted diaper (I’ll fully admit the time it took to look after my skin so much probably canceled out any time saved by not having to change during the day) ^^

    Soooo, did anyone notice what I was wearing? I did wear a Simple Ultra diaper with four boosters to work, around friends, and all around out in public after all! This one is hard to say, because unlike all those ABDL stories on the Internet, people don’t just randomly come up to you on the street and shout, “Are you wearing a diaper?!”, ha ha, though that would definitely make things easier for me to confirm one way or the other if anyone noticed : P While nobody came up and said anything to me though, I did seem to get some strange looks, especially if I was wearing jeans or shorts with my diapers, and I caught a few people who seemed to be making weird faces at me if I turned around quickly cx It’s possible that this was all in my head, but, with how thick these diapers are, I don’t think so, ha ha. It’s whatever though! I don’t really mind anymore : )

    Oh, my messing! How could I forget! On the subject of my bowel incontinence and how this trial worked with it, I’ve actually been very lucky, and my messing has stayed almost exactly the same as I mentioned before, with me messing myself quite a lot while eating breakfast in the mornings and then not at all outside of that. On only two days during the trial did this change, and on those days I did mess myself after dinner and then again in the morning in the same diaper before having a shower, but other than that everything stayed the same, which meant my skin stayed much more healthy than it would have if I was sleeping in a messy diaper every night : ) 

    So, with everything said and done, what are my final thoughts on wearing such insane diapers every day for eighteen days straight? Do I want to keep doing this? Was it a positive experience?

    Overall, wearing these ultra thick diapers has been a learning experience for me, considering I had to make some adjustments to accommodate them in my life, but it has been a very fun learning experience and is one that I am not yet ready to entirely give up : ) Even now I’m planning to keep wearing my insane quad boosted diapers for the foreseeable future (I do have a whole case to go through after all : P ), with maybe just occasional breaks once or twice a week back to my more normal diapers to make sure my skin stays healthy. I still have about a month before I go back to working in a school too so I figure, hey, why not keep doing the thing I’ve been really loving doing, at least until then : )

    If anyone has any questions about the trial, because I probably missed talking about something, ha ha, they are entirely welcome to ask! And, as always, I hope everyone is having a great day or night, and I’ll talk to you all again very soon 💕


    Well, an interesting thing has been happening with my messing lately, and I’m not too sure why as I haven’t changed my diet whatsoever, but I know everyone is usually interested in this stuff and it’s been going on for two weeks straight now so I thought I would discuss it : )

    Basically, rather than messing myself twice a day at breakfast and dinner like I normally do, for whatever reason over the past two weeks I’ve been messing only once a day at breakfast, and then not messing at all at dinner. What has made this more interesting is that I’m actually still messing the same amount every day like I was before, but just instead of messing at two different times during the day it’s like, all of it comes at once suddenly during breakfast, ha ha.

    In a way, it’s been good, because I’ve only had to worry about a messy diaper during breakfast just before I usually have a shower anyway, but at the same time it’s like, now that I mess like double the amount all at once it makes a much more noticeable uhm… expansion, of the back of my diaper, which is not the most subtle thing in the world if I were to try and get breakfast with friends or family for example, ha ha, a big lump suddenly appearing in the back of my jeans cx

    As I said I’m not entirely sure why this has started happening, like, maybe my body has decided to adjust its habits for some reason, or maybe in another week everything will be back to normal and it’ll be like this never happened, but I guess only time will tell and I’m not particularly fussed either way ^^


    Guess your body justifies the need to only once


    How I Became A Chronic Bedwetter

    So I just want to make a quick disclaimer at the start. This post is telling you how I, personally, started wetting the bed every night. To my knowledge, nobody else has tried doing this method, and even the people I have shared this with previously who wanted to do it never actually went through with it, so I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who has done this. I tailored this method completely to myself and can’t tell you that this will work for everyone because nobody else has ever tried it. 

    Some of you may have originally seen this method on a Wordpress site I made back in 2016, as I uploaded it there originally and it got about 500 views, but because of so many requests, I decided to rewrite it and post it here on Tumblr : )

    Scary ominous warning at the start, I absolutely detested the experience of doing this method, and even to this day, I remember how much it fucking sucked. I’m not telling you to do this, this is just what I did and what has made me a permanent, relentless bedwetter for the past almost four years.

    In my strong belief, everything about each kind of untraining is hugely mental in nature. There are physical elements to it, like muscle degradation, but like 80% of untraining is essentially just retraining our body and our subconscious mind into accepting and embracing incontinence.

    What I did to start bedwetting was kind of prey on and take advantage of my subconscious in a way. 

    For a period of about a month straight, and I do mean a month, I drank a lot of water before bed and then went to sleep without a diaper on. As you can probably imagine, all that water before bed caused me to wake up in the middle of the night with a pretty strong urge to go to the bathroom (if you are not a light sleeper, this wouldn’t work). What I did was, instead of wetting myself as soon as I woke up like other guides mention (which would have been a bit unpleasant anyway as I wasn’t wearing diapers), I made myself get up and walk to the bathroom to use the toilet instead, every single night. 

    I’ll tell you right now, doing this for an entire month was literally one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had in my entire life. I was constantly losing sleep and was constantly tired every day because of how interrupted my rest was, but I guess the reason I stuck with it was because I was pretty fucking hardcore about wanting to be a bedwetter at the time.

    Finally, after all that, the end of the month came, and I introduced diapers to my probably completely exhausted and unhappy subconscious as an easy out to its current predicament. For those unaware, our subconscious mind will pretty much do anything it can to avoid pain or discomfort, and it will do everything it can to use as little energy as possible in running the body.

    On that first night after the month of hell, I wore diapers to bed.

    Like before, I drank a lot of water before going to sleep, and also like before, my body woke me up with a very full bladder. What was different this time though is that instead of making myself get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to use the toilet, I just let my bladder go and very happily wet my diaper while still laying in bed, before going back to sleep. 

    The next night I did the same thing again. I drank a lot before going to sleep, and I wore a diaper to bed. This time though, I didn’t wake up during the night at all. I awoke actually feeling pretty refreshed for once, which in itself was a relief because I’d gone so long waking up exhausted, but that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. My diaper was completely soaked when I woke up.

    This was the turnaround point in my nighttime incontinence. I had put my body and mind through hell for an entire month, before showing them both that there was a much easier way to deal with the problem than waking me up. 

    From that day onwards, I started waking up wet more and more. I was still having dry nights here and there to start with, but as my body kept learning and kept finding no problem in making me wet while still asleep, it kept happening again and again. 

    Over the course of months after that day, my body got fully in the habit of making me a complete bedwetter, because why would it ever wake me up when it was so much easier to just make me wet myself in my sleep? I went from three to four wet nights a week to it being incredibly strange to wake up dry even once or twice a month. I even had to get thicker, more absorbent diapers because my body just stopped holding anything back, and it wasn’t uncommon at the time to wake up in a leaking diaper in the morning. 

    So, that’s how I became a chronic bedwetter almost four years ago. I don’t think I would really recommend my method because it was just so bad dealing with all the sleep deprivation, but I can’t argue with the results that it has given me. Becoming a bedwetter was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my entire life, and I’ve never once regretted it in all this time, even on the mornings where I wake up in a wet patch because my diaper has failed. There’s just something about it that is so insanely special to me, and unlike making yourself incontinent during the day, which I wouldn’t recommend to everyone, I would recommend becoming a bedwetter to anyone who has the interest. It’s really not that big of a deal to have to wear diapers to bed every night, and the happiness and satisfaction I get from waking up in a completely soaked diaper in the morning is just totally unmatched. 


    A very special technique! Very interesting!


    my daddy and i want me to be diaper dependent 24/7 no control of my bladder if i accidentally lose control of my bowels that is OK what is the best way for daddy to force me into my new diaper training life what are the steps we should take to make it permanent what would be the best steps to do to get to that point The advice and help that would be useful we’re looking for a really good in depth list for diaper training for a little girl how has boy parts and how to probably diaper one

    For this to work, the ideal living situation is for the pair of you to be living together, either on your own or in a kink-friendly environment.

    Start wearing, wetting and messing 24/7 immediately. There’s no reason for you not to. If you need to phase it in, use this rule: every time you wear a pair of underwear from now on, you have to throw it out afterward. Eventually you will only have diapers left. You must not use the toilet in any event.

    Have locks installed on any room in your house which contains a toilet or a drain. Seriously. There’s the danger that if you start regretting wanting to untrain, you’ll start covertly using whatever toilet you can get. Not just the toilet, but the shower, bath, the sink in the laundry if you have one, the sink in the kitchen (that would be gross, but you might be desperate). You should only be in the back yard with your Daddy’s supervision.

    Your Daddy needs to be involved in as many of your changes as possible. If you’re changing yourself, out of sight of your Daddy, that means that you can probably cheat and use the toilet, which you might do on a short-term impulse, but which neither of you actually want. Get a pair of plastic pants with a locking waist chain, so your Daddy can trust you out of his sight for at least short jaunts.

    You need to be as undressed as possible around the house. It’s not acceptable for you to be shy about your diapers. You shouldn’t be in more than your diaper, a onesie and plastic pants. Ideally, just a diaper is best.

    Your Daddy needs to get good at diaper checks. When you settle on a few diaper brands to use regularly, your Daddy should be checking you visually and manually (with his hand) when you’re mostly undressed around the house, to get an idea of what your diaper feels like when it’s damp, wet, soaked, messy, etc. He also needs to get an idea of the visual difference between ‘bulky but dry’/'bulky and soaked’, 'bulky but clean diapers’/'slightly messy diapers’/'very full diapers’, etc., both without and with clothes over the top.

    Don’t ever ask to be changed. If you ask and you get changed, that means you can just hold it until you get changed, which you will very likely subconsciously want to do early on. Your Daddy should be checking you pretty much at random and should have a general idea of how long a diaper lasts when it’s on you. Your Daddy also should not change you until your diaper can’t take any more use; this might lead to a few rashes but that should teach you not to delay using your diaper.

    Protect your surfaces. You should be travelling with an adult-size bed pad and/or puppy pad at all times. There should be one on your seat on your sofa, on your dining chair and on your office chair. There should be a PVC sheet on your bed. Ideally, there should be a removable drain filter and handheld showerhead on your shower (as well as decent water pressure). You should wear at least one extra layer of clothing to take off and tie around your waist in the event of a leaky diaper or very puffy butt. Basically, you should not feel like you need to avoid using your diaper because it would be too inconvenient and damaging to do so. Speaking of which -

    You need to leak. If you take long road trips, this is an excellent opportunity. Either way, your Daddy needs to delay changing you long enough that you soak your diaper too much and it leaks from overuse. You need to know what leaking feels like and you need to get used to it, because it will be part of your life.

    Do stimulant laxative training. This is something I recommend to all untrainers now. Even if you don’t want to untrain messing, using laxatives makes untraining wetting easier by making wetting seem much less important and much less painful. Stimulant laxatives are a class of laxatives which are important because they are the only type I know of which will actively force you to have an accident. There are two types I would recommend.

    Dulcolax suppository training. These hit fast and hard. I would say the longest you will be able to keep control after insertion is probably two hours. Your Daddy should give you one of these just before you go into a situation where you wouldn’t be comfortable messing; for best results, you should be spending that time more than two hours away from easy access to the toilet. You need to get used to filling your diapers and you need to get used to the sensation of not being able to control it.

    Castor oil training. This takes longer to hit, but after it hits, you will have no control for several hours. This will help you get used to spending extended amounts of time in messy diapers, and lets your daddy figure out the difference between slightly messy, moderately messy, and very full diapers.

    Don’t be afraid to move as you need to. The body position that works for continent people using the toilet is not the same as the body position that works for soon-to-be-incontinent people using their diapers. I’m completely incontinent but I can still feel it happening (I can always feel messing accidents happening but can’t stop them, I can sometimes feel wetting).

    I know that if I’m bent over, at certain angles pressure from my body can block my urethra (don’t know how to explain it because I’m sure that’s not what’s physically happening), so when I realise I’m peeing, my response is usually to lean back and open my legs. I feel it frees up any physical pressure that might be slowing down my wetting.

    Position is even more important when messing. Continent people are used to sitting on the toilet, legs shut or semi-open, to poop. I promise you that as a diapered, incontinent person, the best thing you can possibly do for yourself is when you know you are about to mess, space your feet, keep your knees open, and squat deeply, exactly like a baby would do. It frees up space around your butt in your diaper (this is intentional), and makes messing smoother, quicker, less painful, less effort, and harder to stop.


    Everyone knows that feeling on a Sunday morning. Laying in bed, sun breaking through the blinds and dotting the room in a hazy light. Thick comforter’s and blankets softly holding the warmth close to your body.

    Jessy was in purgatory, not quite awake, but not quite asleep. She didn’t have to work on weekends and cherished the fact. The slight pressure in her forehead reminiscent the bottle of wine she drank the night before, not a hangover, just a heaviness.

    She drifted in and out of sleep lazily for what seemed like hours. Until…

    Jessy’s eyes shot open, her drowsiness evaporated in replacement of panic. She had started to wet the bed. Everyone knows the feeling. Am I asleep? Am I awake? It doesn’t matter, there is a toilet and a need. Only to realize, yea… no, I wasn’t awake. In the end it didn’t really matter, she lived alone anyway, but she was mortified nonetheless. 

    She pulled back her covers to see the damage done, now fully awake.


    Only to feel her legs dry. Huh…. but she was sure she went at least a bit. She kicked her legs, the covers flying, to discover a massive quadruple tape diaper in place of her usual boyshorts. Now this, was unmistakably, not dry. She moved to her knee’s, mouth agape. How did this even happen? Why was she in diapers? Why were they wet?! 

    Jessy reached down and softly felt the front of the garment, smooth warm plastic greeting her hand. With a tentative squeeze the diaper squelched loudly in response. She lifted her shirt to her mouth and saw the waistband hugged her snugly. Being in her 20′s and having spent some time as a babysitter, she was not unfamiliar with diapering, nor was she an expert. One thing was certain though, this was not done by her. The angle would have been impossible, the way the band sat snugly against her groin, no, it couldn’t have been.


    It didn’t matter, what did was that she was in a damp diaper, and like any rational adult, wanted out. She sighed deeply, wondering how she managed to get herself into these positions. She clearly needed to start drinking wine of higher caliber or lower quantity.

    She moved quickly to her feet, perhaps too quickly, her legs shook unsteadily as she placed her foot on the bed. She wobbled, half standing, half squat. 

    A voice beckoned behind her

    “Oh you’re awake already? You must be starving”

    Jessy yelped loudly, frightened to see her exboyfriend Devin standing in her doorway.

    The surprise was accompanied by the loud completion of her flooding her diaper. An entire bottle of wine, the shock, and the unfamiliarity of her situation doing her no favors. She half-stood in shock for a moment as her diaper thirstily absorbed the flow that she was at first, unable to stop, and finally, resigned to the situation, aided by her ferver to be finished.

    The room was silent absent the sound of the diaper crinkling softly as the new weight and gravity aided its descent from her bottom. Jessy could feel the waistband tug slightly at her waistline as she finished peeing.


    “I… uhhh… what are you”

    Devin moved effortlessly through the room, picking things up, humming quietly as if this was the most normal thing in his world. He moved to the dresser which slid open easily.

    If Jessy had tried to find her voice before, it abandoned her now. The dresser was filled to spilling with diapers. Rows and rows of them lined her once mature warddrobe.

    Devin grabbed one moving toward the door.

    “Lets get you changed you soggy little mess”

    Jessy croaked slowly getting down off the bed, focusing her efforts to steady herself.

    “Devin…. what is this? Whats happening? We aren’t together…? I broke up with you…. I’m just trying to live my life the way I want and I couldn’t stand how you always lectured me on growing up and getting a real job. Just because you’re in finance and made money.”

    “Uhhh… we never broke up? How could we anyway, who would change your diapers? You’re being silly, its 2018, after you decided you wanted to just ignore the conventional career path, you slowly regressed towards this.”

    Jessy’s head spun. It was 2019, no… this wasn’t right, she was just taking her time in her career… working that job was just temporary. Her mind was cloudy… Devin was so handsome… wait what… no. He’s not supposed to be here. 

    “Let’s get you changed and get some breakfast in you” he said again chuckling.

    Jessy looked to him in the doorway, blocking her escape. She wasn’t about to let her ex change her wet diaper. She looked to the window. In a split second she moved in what felt like molasses and with great effort hoisted her leg to the sill.

    Her fear a knot in her stomach, suddenly loose. No. It wasn’t fear. Jessy stood, one foot on the windowsill, one planted firmly on the ground, as she nonchalantly pushed a massive, unending mess into her waiting diaper. 

    Her head shot back as she could only watch the diaper expand. Her glance falling to her ex in the doorway.

    Devin grinned, leaning against the door frame, fresh diaper in hand.

    The massive diaper expanded visibly to allow for every fresh assault to accommodate any available space.

    Jessy groaned audibly as her diaper filled, the previous space left by her wetting and gravity quickly occupied by what was the largest mess she had ever made.

    If the wetting had tested the diapers waistband, the mess surely meant to bring the thing to failure. The childish diaper sagged ominously as Jessy whined. Her whimper turning to a loud cry.

    Devin guessed she was moments away from a full blown tantrum.

    He walked to her, coolly placing his hand on the impressively, still expanding, diaper. 

    Jessy opened her mouth in shock, which Devin filled immediately with a pacifier.

    Her mouth closed instinctively and went to work as a final assault found its way into her diaper.

    Finally, she finished. Devin squeezed and Jessy yelped in response, her face burning.

    “You were saying?” He said cooly.

    Jessy could only look down as Devin lifted her easily under her padded butt, warm mess pressing thickly against the entirety of her groin, the massive humiliation reminding her of her place, his other hand on the small of her back, legs wrapped around him. 

    He carried her gingerly as they left her room, her eyes raising finally, to see the room was not hers, but a nursery.

    “Don’t worry little Jessy, I will make sure you are well taken care of” he said condescendingly while patting her loaded diaper.

    Don’t you just love Sunday mornings :)

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    A submitter asked:

    I wanna start going to the gym but ever since I made the switch from absorbent pads to diapers I’m afraid to start going again. Do you work out at all? If so do you do it in the safety of your home or do you go out to gym?

    I do exercise. I do it at home and in the area surrounding my home, but I used to go to the gym. The reason I moved to home is because exercise really shows up the problems with my continence :)

    I wet more because I have to stay hydrated, because pretty much any exercise makes me pee more, and because a lot of exercises get me into positions where it flows more freely than if I were sitting hunched over my work computer.

    Messing is the bigger issue. Cardio decreases my time between BMs while I’m exercising, and for some time afterwards. Lots of important strength training exercises put me through positions that make BMs easier, which in my case means “it happens immediately”.

    Combine this with the following:

    • Pretty much my whole life, I have had an unsettled stomach in the morning.
    • I exercise in the morning because that’s when I have time.
    • The foods I eat before exercise, such as red rice, generally tend to promote voiding.

    You can see how this could be a problem.

    To meet my goals, I usually do mixed cardio and strength training for 90-120min. (I’ve heard cardio kills your gainz, but I’m not after gainz, so I don’t care.) If I’m dry when I start, I will invariably be heavily wet to soaked by 120min. More pressingly, my diapers will usually be at least slightly messy by 45min and full by 120min.

    So this has two knock-on effects:

    First, obviously, I smell, which was my major reason for moving to home instead of the gym. Pee smell is not a huge issue if you can control it, but mess smell can’t really be controlled to a level which is satisfactory for gym purposes.

    Second, dressing properly is difficult. I found that shorts loose enough for me to feel comfortable in them, and to still have full range of motion in them even though I was diapered, tended to have short, loose legs made of light fabric, and would consequently ride up when I sat and possibly get me clocked (even wearing a onesie, concealment is pretty bad around the inner leg if the legs are open). I could tuck them down usually, but any full-time diaper knows that fiddling with your crotch, inner thigh and butt, even for concealment reasons, just draws attention to those regions and the fact that you’re doing that. (That would be a bad thing even if you weren’t diapered.)

    I’ve also mentioned before that if you know you’ll be messing your diapers while wearing a specific clothing item, then while fitting it, you should be wearing (at least simulated) messy diapers and you should squat, to check how it interacts with your diaper. This was a big problem. Pretty much nothing I could wear to the gym (i.e., that was both socially acceptable at the gym, and physically healthy to wear at the gym) fit over messy diapers in a way that felt comfortable and safe.

    As a result, this is my current routine.

    • Low- to moderate-intensity random-elevation cardio (i.e. starting at my front door, I briskly walk around my neighbourhood) for 30-60min. I feel pretty comfortable using my old, loose gym shorts for this. Since I never sit down, the fact that they ride up doesn’t matter.
    • Arrive home and get out of my pants and shoes. I’ll usually be moderately wet and somewhat to moderately messy by this point.
    • Do my strength training exercises for 30-60min. Unfortunately my armoury of weights at home is pretty pathetic but I’m certainly working on it. Being pantsless means I don’t have to worry about seams digging into my diaper or pants limiting my range of motion. It also gives my diapers room to expand, because this is the stage during which that is most needed.
    • Put a wipe-down PVC cover on my exercise mat and do my warm-down stretches on it. I’m usually soaked and quite heavily messy by this point, but I use stretches that don’t put my weight on my butt, so there’s very little risk of leaking.

    About AB/DL appliances interacting with the gym.

    Outerwear and underwear. I will quite happily do my strength training in just a diaper and waterproof pants in midsummer. In autumn the T-shirt and socks will probably stay on so I don’t get uncomfortable. I feel winter pretty acutely so if it’s very cold I may wear a very light sleeper (I am considering getting rompers, i.e. sleepers with very short arms and legs, for this purpose).

    I usually don’t wear a onesie during cardio because I find that onesies do raise my average temperature level noticeably, and in humid subtropical summers with mean highs in the high 80s Fahrenheit, I need all the cooling I can get. However, if I’m especially wet or messy by the time I get back, then I may put one on so that heavy, saggy diapers don’t become a problem during strength training.

    Diapers. I exclusively wear at least overnight diapers during exercise. This is for a couple of reasons:

    • Obviously, I wet and mess more heavily.
    • Sweat will also cut into the absorbency.
    • Overnight diapers tend to have higher backs, which means I feel safer having to move around while messy if I’m in overnights.
    • Anecdotally, they tend to have higher quality backing and tapes, which means I can tape them more snugly, and they hold up better when I’m moving aggressively.

    The diapers I use tend to cycle through the year. Right now, I’m comfortable using Rearz Rebel (even though they’re technically a daytime diaper, but let’s be real here). However, by midwinter my cloth pull-on overnight diapers and boosters (from my bedwetter/pantswetter stage) are seeing a lot of use. This is because of a few factors:

    • I stopped using them when I started filling my pants, because I didn’t want to do messy cloth diaper laundry all the time, but dealing with one a day or every other day due to exercise, for half the year, is acceptable enough.
    • In winter, I eat and drink more, so I void more. I can combine cloth diapers and boosters to be absolutely sure I have as much absorbency as I need.
    • In combination with the other factors, all of my cloth diapers have considerably higher waistlines than my disposables. This makes their discretion way worse, especially given that they’re thick, but frees up my movement, which is great for exercise reasons. Out of cloth diapers, I’m pretty cautious with my warmdown stretches so that I’m not putting weight directly on my butt. I’m also conscious that during my stretches, I’m pushing down into the full seat of my diaper and taking a slight risk. However, with my cloth diapers, I can sit down on my butt or roll onto it even if I am heavily messy, and feel comfortable enough to do seated stretches, knowing I’m not likely to have containment issues.

    Great information for wearing diapers during exercise!


    Littles & Their Poopy Diapers

    There’s nothing more thrilling to a nanny than watching her little make a poopy diaper.

    Personally, I love to watch my Littles squat down and push a load out into their diapers.

    It starts when I notice my little begin to withdraw into the corner. My littles know that when they’re with me, they’re not allowed to leave the room that we’re in.

    They also know that they must use their diapers for all of their bodily functions (especially poopies!) and when they get that special feeling in their tummy, they usually know what’s coming.

    My little will start to withdraw from talking or playing, and usually stand in the corner like they’re focusing on something. I’ll start to silently watch them, anticipating what’s to come.

    Usually their face will get red, their knees will bend a little, and they might even bite their lip. Sometimes I’ll even hear them grunting.

    Because my littles are not allowed to wear anything but a diaper in my house, I’ll watch for the telltale inflation in the back of their diaper as they drop their steamy poopy into the back of their diapers.

    This is usually followed by another grunt and bending their knees even more as they push out their remaining poopy.

    Then we’ll both hear the telltale ‘hiss’ of their bladder emptying into their stinky diaper.

    This part will usually happen two or three times as my little finishes making a messy in their diapers.

    Even though it can be harder to push a poopy load out into a diaper than a toilet (especially if the diaper is already full!), I think the effort makes going poopy in their diaper a much more satisfying aspect and lasting part of their overall regression.


    Very true words!