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I don't know if I've told you this...
When my daddy and I first started training me to be a bedwetter, he got me a present. He sent me a new water bottle so I'd be excited to stay hydrated at nighttime! As my training progressed, so did my rules:
I wasn't allowed to leave the house without my water bottle.
I wasn't allowed to drink water out of anything else.
I must drink two full bottles every day, plus another before I sleep.
And the catch?
Its lid is a sippy-cup. I carry this bottle everywhere. It's white and sleek, modern-looking, until you look at the lid. Its cap has a heart emblazoned on its rubber top, with spill-proof edges so babies don't dribble their babas all over their bed.
All of my friends have noticed my sippy-cup water bottle. They tease me because it looks babyish, and I blush, denying, saying it's just convenient. What I don't say is that they're right.
I don't say my daddy bought it for me. He calls it my baba.
I don't say he gifted it to train me into becoming a bedwetter for his entertainment — something we've thoroughly accomplished.
I don't say it makes me feel little and protected every time I take a sip.
I don't say these things because I don't need to. They know. Deep down, they all know.
The crinkly waddle in the middle of the night.
The puffy butt under baggy bottoms.
Staying in my seat when everyone gets up to use the bathroom.
My face blushing when I go quiet in a conversation.
The babyish smell wafting out from my bedroom.
The water bottle is the least of my worries. With a little reflection, any one of my smart, capable, grown-up friends could figure out the truth.
Roo's not the same as them anymore.
Her handsome new boyfriend isn't just her boyfriend.
The bag he brings everywhere hides a crinkly secret... just like Roo's cute flowy skirts and professional outfits.
The stuffed animal he gifted her wasn't just a sweet valentine... it's her nighttime cuddle stuffie.
The check-in texts he sends her aren't just a morning whim... they're to see whether her sheets stayed dry overnight.
The pictures she sends him aren't just cute selfies... they're diaper checks.
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My daddy finally broke me

He told me back in January that by graduation, I'd need to be diapered to walk across the stage. Here we are, Daddy. Now what?
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Diapered graduation




My daddy was so proud of my accomplishment, he wanted me to be comfy and protected the whole ceremony. It's a good thing he did, too, because I had to go three or four times, as you can see by my puffy diaper butt under my graduation gown.
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“Baby, what are you doing over there?”
Nothing, Daddy! Nothing😳🫠 I’m just practicing my squats!
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Diaper Road-trip Check #1
Introducing a new segment my daddy requested, where I show you all the state of my diaper and the view out the windshield. He instituted a rule where I’m not allowed pants in the car🫠


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How Roo became a bedwetter
(A comprehensive guide)
I've wet the bed 11 times in the past two weeks. That's more than a 78% success rate. Holy fuck. Before untraining with my daddy, I'd not wet the bed since early childhood, so this is a big change. We've been doing this nighttime routine every night since January. Now, in mid-April, I'm consistently wetting the bed.
This is starting to sound like an ad. It's not an ad.
When my daddy and I got together, we both thought it would be hot to untrain my bladder until I became a bedwetter at night. To us, that means unconsciously wetting myself fully while I stay asleep, and waking up in the morning surprised to find my diaper much soggier than when I went to bed.
I haven't wet the bed unconsciously outside of diapers. Something about the safety my body feels while padded changes my bladder's ability to hold. We may work on training bedwetting outside of diapers in the future, though.
My daddy has more experience than I in all things diapers, bedwetting, and bladder control. Therefore, he had some tricks in his back pocket as we got started. My daddy was very patient throughout this whole process, and as a result, I've progressed (regressed?) much more quickly than if we'd rushed it.
Waking up and wetting
My first goal in the process was to wake up in the middle of the night and wet my diaper. As someone who was new to wearing diapers, it was a process to even let go while laying down! First, my daddy added water to my bedtime routine. In addition to brushing my teeth and putting on a diaper before bed, he had me drink a whole bottle of water right before I went to sleep. He instructed me to stay fully relaxed down there (as much as I could) so I got used to going whenever I felt the urge.
At first when we did this, it went two ways: I woke up in the morning really having to pee sometimes. Or I woke up in the middle of the night and had to focus and relax my bladder for minutes before I could let go into my diaper. That was a frustrating stage, and I woke up pretty tired after all of the tossing and turning in the middle of the night.
One of the challenges we faced in this stage was leaks. I was still in pull-ups at night at the beginning of this process. Since I was so new to it, my daddy wanted me to work slowly up to thicker padding. Wearing pull-ups to bed led to puddles on my sheets and made me trust my bladder less after too many frustrating middle of the night changes. I have a feeling he also wanted me to leak enough that I was excited to move to diapers for their added protection. If you wanted the process to go faster, I'd recommend starting in diapers. If you want your little to feel reliant on diapers, though, set them up for some failures (followed up with ample praise and affection, not punishment).
The fuzziness
Next in my experience, I woke up some nights with the fuzziest memory of waking up and wetting my diaper. Sometimes I couldn't quite remember at all! That's not bedwetting yet, but it's close. How'd I get there?
My daddy told me not to focus on wetting anymore. What?! Why?? He told me to keep my bladder relaxed, but now that I was comfortable wetting whenever I needed to, I should start going peepee and immediately let my mind drift to other things. That trained my bladder and brain to associate diapers with not needing to monitor when I go potty. That means now, when I go, it doesn't blip on my radar much. Sometimes I can't remember the last time I wet, even when my diaper is soaked. It also means since I'm staying relaxed, I go in little spurts very frequently. That makes my bladder a little weaker and also makes my diapers last longer since I'm not flooding them.
In terms of nighttime wetting, that meant whenever I woke up to wet, I'd start to go but let myself drift back off while my bladder was relaxed and emptying. I didn't even worry if my flow stopped — I trusted that I was relaxed enough that my bladder would keep emptying when it needed to. I started to barely wake up in the middle of the night. I'd feel an urge, twist a little bit and relax, let out a little moan, and drift right back into sleep, all without opening my eyes.
Every time I could just barely remember waking up and wetting, my daddy got so proud of me. He teased me for being his good little bedwetting girl, and told me how excited he was to change all of my diapers in the mornings once I start wetting the bed every night. Praise goes a long way in making your little excited to wet the bed for you.
Wetting the bed
The first time I wet the bed, I thought it was a fluke. I had dribbled in my diaper as I fell asleep, and I remember it felt warm and nice as I drifted off. I slept deeply that night, and when I woke up, my butt felt super puffy and firm. I turned over and it felt heavier than when I'd fallen asleep, and it was warm; I could tell my diaper was fuller and soggier than when I fell asleep. When I got up and looked in the mirror, I knew I'd wet the bed. The back of my diaper was all puffy, like a pillow, and there was a large, round wet spot covering the butt. The front of my diaper was still fairly dry, while the back was soaked. That's the mark of a bedwetter, right there.
Once it happened for the first time, it didn't mean I was fully untrained. I kept up the routine consistently, and started having fewer and fewer nights where I'd woken up and wet. More nights where I barely remembered or had wet the bed entirely.
I took a break for a week to go on a family vacation, and I didn't wet the bed. I wore pull-ups every night out of fear (and comfort), but I'd need to train longer to wet those. I was happy to be dry in what would've been an awkward situation, and I found the week off didn't impede my progress at all. The week I got back, I wet the bed three times! The next week I wet even more. It's all about consistency, praise, and knowing you're making progress.
What's next
Now, I've found a system that works well for me. I stay hydrated during the day so my body doesn't just process the water I drink before bed because it desperately needs it (please make healthy hydration choices. Don't overhydrate, that's not what I'm saying).
I drink my whole bottle after I've turned off my light, put my phone or book down, and gotten under the covers. It's literally my last step before closing my eyes for the night. I also wear thick nighttime diapers so I never have to worry about leaking.
Next on the training docket for me and my daddy is practicing wetting the bed with less padding. He'd love to put me to bed without diapers for a night and wake up to find a warm, wet puddle spreading across the sheets under me while I'm still peacefully asleep. With how quickly this has progressed, I wouldn't be surprised if I've had a genuine sheets-wetting, diaper-free bedwetting accident by the end of the summer.
Thanks @argent-dl for the question that inspired this post! Hope it's helpful.
If anyone follows these steps, let me know how it goes, or if any advice is helpful! 😊😊😊
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Tommaso Spadaccino - Opéra national de Paris - photo by Julien Benhamou
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She’s on the phone, running the world, while he’s over here ironing her shirt, embracing the simple truth: behind every strong woman is a man who knows his place. He’s focused, doing the task with precision—because a real partnership is about her taking the lead, and him supporting her with no questions asked.
She’s got the power, he’s got the iron, and together they’re rewriting the rules...
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How does this look on me baby?
Be a good boy and tell me 🫶
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Domming a good boy while he's on top in missionary?
Pulling his hair and grabbing his hip, stopping him from going further than the tip
The eye contact as he whines and asks to feel you
The face he makes after you tell him to beg
Watching him break as you finally let him show you just how desperate he is
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She carved her name into my flesh with her nails and left her brand upon my soul for all of eternity to see.
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