#control bedwetting

[insightfultrends]

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NightDry Supplements Review: Tired of Nighttime Bathroom Trips? Listen Up, America! Alright, folks, let’s get straight to the point. Are you tired of your bladder acting like a tiny, demanding boss in the middle of the night? Waking you up, dragging you outta bed, just when you were finally driftin’ off to dreamland? Yeah, I know that feeling. And let me tell you, it ain’t fun. It’s downright…

[crippledpunks]

shoutout to every person who deals with incontinence. i dealt with bedwetting up until my early teens, and now deal with stress and urge incontinence and for years never wanted to talk about it because of the shame and stigma other people place on not being able to control your bladder or bowel movements.

incontinence is a disability. it's not gross or wrong to talk about incontinence. incontinent people are not dirty or disgusting. if we could control these parts of our body, we would. we're not an inconvenience for being this way, and we don't have to be treated like a burden or like we need to be "fixed".

whether or not you use incontinent products like briefs, pads, diapers, plastic bed sheets, or whatever else, you are loved, important, and deserved to be seen when there are conversations about disability awareness and acceptance. we don't deserve to hide in shame when all we need is to be accommodated and accepted.

[adultbabystories]

“Again?”

“Again?” your partner asked from the other side of the bed.

You were on your side, facing the other way, awake. He knew you were awake, he knows you. He knew you were awake and saying nothing.

“Did it happen again?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied softly.

“Yeah,” he repeated softly after you.

You wet yourself yet again, at night, without waking up.

The diaper was damp and swollen like it wasn’t just a light wetting. It was a serious one, from the front to the back. You’d expect it should wake you up, or at least bother you at night, but nothing. You woke up as usual, to a wet feeling in your crotch, and a light scent of pee in the air.

“It’s the third time this week,” he said as he came over, hugging your shoulder.

“I know,” you replied.

“Second one in a row,” he emphasized the word ‘row’.

“I know,” you said so quietly, it didn’t reach him. A few months ago your long-time partner sat you down for a deep conversion, revealing his ABDL fetish and his Daddy side. You loved him and you would do anything for him, so you decided to go along and experiment a bit. Some dressing up, some “hypno files”, it was fun, but mainly sexy because it lit some fire within him that you didn’t see before. But your interest faded away after some time, and he had picked up on that. As time went by, ABDL stayed on the sideline. After a while, something came back. On some nights, before you went to bed, he said “Good night my big boy”. You weren’t sure, but at that time, the bedwetting had started. Some nights he said “Good night my big boy” and some “Good night my baby boy”, and on some mornings you woke up wet. From your past fetish adventures, a pack of white plain diapers was left in the closet. When he offered you to wear a diaper to bed, after the second wetting it seemed unreasonable not to. Now only two clean diapers left. Your partner reached from your shoulder to your crotch and behind, patting your diaper. The diaper was full.

“My baby boy had such a good night,” he said and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, “That’s okay. By the situation of this diaper, I’m going to order those thick adult baby diapers we saw online. Because I think you are not far from having an overflow”.

You buried your face in the pillow. The wetting just happened, you couldn’t control it, and you didn’t want those stupid adult baby diapers, but he was right. You thought you could leak to the bed in those regular diapers. Did you want the adult baby ones?

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, Daddy’s here”

[babybobbysstories]

Good news!

Hello to all my sissy fans! I have good news for you.

As you know, my Mikey series has seven installments in its current form. They are, in order of sequence;

Penis Reduction Therapy for Sissies

2. Milking my Sissy in Date Night

3. Taking Control From a Sissy

4. Nana Comes to Babysit

5. Two Sissies--One Babysitter

6. A Play Date for two Sissies

7. Nana's Retribution

I've decided to write a prequel to this series that explains Mikey's upbringing and how his original mom dealt with his bedwetting. Then, we'll learn how he met Kendra and how she transformed him into the diaper wetting, chaste cuckold that we all know and love.

I will probably release it in a series of chapters, as it's looking like it will be a long one, like Ethan's Slide Into Sissihood.

I don't have a completion date yet, but know that it's progressing very well. ;o)

[maximotts]

firm hand, gentle touch ⁘ w. maximoff

based off of an ask from @leolionsblog that was supposed to be a short response, but turned into a full fic.. Also, I know it's been a little bit since I've written for Wanda and Doll, but quick reminder that it's a dark AU so pls heed warnings and expect the morally gray 🩶 warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters

Doll House! AU. masterlist || main masterlist :: Thinking is a dangerous game; thinking you know better than Wanda... that's asking for pure trouble wc. 2.2k . cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. mommy!Wanda and doll!reader. imposed routines. piss play (coerced bedwetting). dumbification. general teasing. subtle manipulation. series typical pet names and squishy times. Wanda who is trying her best to be gentle and patient and not use her powers to control you as much as she had.

Imagine it's early on in Wanda's little hex; Doll's so rarely allowed to go anywhere without Wanda and most often, she doesn't have the desire to anyways. Still new to the privilege of talking, you don’t find it much of a problem -Wanda always knows what you need- until you want something Wanda doesn't want to acknowledge.

Wanda loves holding you at all times, whether it's your hand while on an afternoon walk or pulling you close as you fall asleep, once she lets that boundary down there’s hardly a moment you have to reach out too far to her. And bedtime is a new exception.

In the beginning, the brunette was firm with putting to your bed on your own, staying long enough to tuck you in before retiring to her separate room for the night. She’d reasoned to herself it was good to have time apart, to prove to herself both that she could trust you to stay put and her to establish a routine. Night after night of dragging you back up the hall to your room and dealing with your sleepy cries had worn her down— now you slept in either of your bedrooms, together.

Your shared days now ended with an abundance of gentle intimacy, a new routine created to account for the unexpected closeness. Despite the gray circumstances bringing you together, a secret, less confident piece of Wanda expected you to resent her and keep distance whenever you could the more free will she gave, but you continued to surprise her.

Unbeknown to you, he genuine devotion only seemed stoked her need to control.

Standard practice meant Wanda always asked if you had to use the bathroom after your evening bath, but tonight you'd refused, impatient to get into bed and snuggle with your mommy. There was gentle suggestion that you at least try, but when you looked seconds from stomping your foot, Wanda relented, not wanting to fight over something so simple.

Now though, you paid the price, squirming as as you struggled to find the most comfortable position, something that typically wasn’t so hard when Wanda was stroking your skin and telling you a story. Typically perfectly intuitive, you assumed she’d stop speaking and lead you to the bathroom, having expecting some gentle admonishment while she sat you tired form on the toilet, but Wanda ignored all your hints at discomfort.

Eventually the pressure was too much and guessed your punishment must be the confusion of being left to your own devices. Alas you guessed wrong and the moment you twisted to sit up, Wanda held you back.

"Lay still and close your eyes, dolly. It's time for bed." Playing dumb was cruel when Wanda so clearly knew what was wrong, skirting a hand under your sleep shirt before pressing lightly on your sensitive belly. Wanda liked to call them your wigglies, called them so whenever they cropped up, quickly inquiring which problem possessed you; a telltale sign she needed to check in. Tonight, she remained willfully ignorant.

You whined into her neck, hips rolling into her thigh as you shuffled clumsily atop her, hoping if you burrowed deeper she wouldn't be able to make it worse. It proved to be a false hope once that same devious thigh bent between yours. "Wanna get up.."

“Why’s that? Does your tummy hurt?” The shy nod was as far as you were willing to confirm, lifting your hips to keep away from her teasing. You were still sparing with your words, much more used to actions or motions to communicate, but as soon as Wanda started letting you speak she expected proper response when disciplining you. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

Resting on your knees gave Wanda just enough space to splay her hand over your stomach as she did when it ached, but for your current plight the warmth of her palm atop your bladder felt too taunting. “Can I go pee, mommy? I’ll be quick!”

A speedy return was far from Wanda’s concerns; watching your struggle set off a new lightbulb within and exhausted as she was, she deferred to her curiosity.

Wanda’s subsequent too tight squeeze left you clamping your legs about her waist, focusing on holding that heavy, full feeling inside. If she’d stopped there you’d surely run as fast as your legs would let you, would surely think twice before stubbornly rejecting Wanda’s suggestions, but the basic behavior of minding her in the future wasn’t sating her interest. "You told me twice you didn't need to go; either you lied or you didn't know any better.”

You so rarely second guessed her, a quick scan of your thoughts earlier confirmed you only did so tonight in the name of skipping to another nightly cuddle… Poor thing, you really did always mean well, but sadistically, she longed to impose more memorable consequences. “From now on you're going to listen to me, aren't you?"

The resulting agreement was expected, your deference was almost always automatic particularly in quest to get what you wanted faster. Wanda would give it just, not how you imagined. "Go ahead then, sweetheart, you don’t have to get up. Let go and we can go to sleep."

Almost.

"But that's messy…" Surely she was joking; the messes you left on the floor or at the dinner table were the primary reasons you found yourself in trouble. Brain already stretched dozens of ways, you could only imagine she was waiting for you to slip up. There was the occasional time where your mommy would give you the opportunity to prove yourself, one choice she’d guided you towards once or twice and one obvious misstep you still sometimes mindlessly fell for.

Worriedly pouting lips betrayed your conflict, trapped body twisting more sloppily as the seconds ticked on. Admittedly, she acted a bit out of character in accessing how much progress she’d made with her new toy. Slowly the witch had been relinquishing her hold on your will, hoping it’d been long enough you’d bend to hers without struggle. At the very least, tonight was now an exercise in how far you’d come.

New freedoms aside, she didn’t want you to think, certainly not hard enough to debate her commands. “Did I ask you about the mess?”

Silence wasn’t enough, Wanda’s free hand tugging the ponytail she’d lovingly tied in your hair just over an hour ago. The swirling red tendrils forming in her irises signaled she meant business; whether Wanda’s eyes changed on purpose or not was a question you had yet to ask aloud, but you knew well enough she’d reached the end of her patience. “Speak up when I ask you a question.”

Combined physical and mental pressure was too intense to bear, pitiful whimpers catching in your throat. “N-no, you didn’t…”

“Then don’t worry your silly head.” Her fingers were so soft on your cheek, petting your rapidly heating cheeks and saying nothing of the tiny spot of wet that spilled atop her thigh as you faded into her— before you caught yourself. Either the missteps weren’t obvious enough or Wanda hadn’t done proper work on your hesitation. Wanda laughed at your panic, holding your jaw until you finally understood you needed to stop fighting her.

“I don’t have to go anymore,” The whisper was such a blatant lie, one Wanda nearly slapped you across the face for… but she’d resolved early on to never scare you so terribly again. Gentle things often did best with equally gentle punishments.

Your mommy took in the pathetic sight of her doll, stuck swimming in her struggling thoughts, and oh she felt bad. It’d be nothing to whisk thoughts thoughts away, to leave you again as nothing but a dumb thing without a care for any perceived standards. She feared you’d never learn if you didn’t do so for yourself and so, agitated as you were, Wanda decided to let you drown if you insisted on it.

“No? Such a fuss for only having to go a tiny bit,” she chided, loosening her grip despite your continued clinging. Guiding your lower half down alongside her leg, Wanda’s demeanor turned around, once brutal and probing now lighter than a feather and you felt as though you were suffering from severe whiplash.

It was obvious she didn’t believe you -you didn’t even convince yourself, legs still clenched desperately about Wanda- but she played pretend, shutting off the lone bedside lamp and shifting so you both laid down. “If you’re really all done then it’s past your bedtime. Shut your eyes and rest.”

And that was all she said. No goodnights or further affection, just lights out and quiet. You’d be a fool to think Wanda would let you slip away to the bathroom now, her only given solution hanging pendulous above your too fuzzy head. The longer you lay there, the more confusing refusing it seemed.

You didn’t know what tiny voice in your brain convinced you to suffer and think, but as the minutes ticked by in the dark, you grew to hate that sound. Whatever it was wasn’t your mommy, the only person you ever wanted to please. Listening to it only got you an awful tummy ache and distance between you and her, having spoiled your cozy moments with Wanda.

Letting Wanda decide was easier, much less work than the headaches resulting from making any right choice. Mind made up, your abdomen was the only thing nagging you now, but you were still bashful. “Mama?”

“What is it, little one?”

Her voice was the calm to your inner storm, tone sweet and oh so loving. “…maybe I have to pee more…”

“Be a good girl and do as mommy said.” A simple kiss sealed your fate, relinquishing the last bits of hesitancy in favor of your mommy’s soft lips on your forehead.

Gratefully she allows you to burrow into the crook of her neck, still a little too embarrassed to face Wanda as you relaxed, freeing your pent-up belly with a slow stream, spreading warmth growing on her hip. She praises you through it, comforting hands stroking the small of your back, distracting your overexerted brain from your damp underwear.

“There you go, now doesn’t that feel better?”

A subtle excitement lingered between your thighs, one you’d ask to explore another time when you had the energy. “It feels icky..”

Wanda cooed at your exhausted observation, patting your backside in an effort to keep you calm and quiet. “I meant for your poor tummy, but I’ll fix that too.”

Her favorite parts were always the consequence and the aftermath, savoring what an honor it was to take care of you long after you’d be able to care for yourself. That was her job, after all, tending to your needs and protecting you, even if sometimes it was from yourself. “I’ll clean you up in a bit, I promise.”

Your hazy gaze searched the brunette’s face with unfiltered confusion, desperate to be back under Wanda’s tender care. It was true; she always left every aspect seamless, never asked you to think about anything— so why were you? No more questioning her, you promised yourself for a final time, right then and there. “Are you mad at me, mommy? Did I mess up badly?”

“Oh, no no,” she soothed, rubbing your bare shoulders before tightening the plush comforter around them. “You did such a good job, sweet pea! I’m so proud of you.”

“Even though I lied?” Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Wanda unbuttoning her silk shirt and you wiggled down on instinct, ready to round out your bedtime routine. Preening under her affections was second nature, obedient and kept a state you were more than willing to accept.

“Yes, even then, but don’t do it again.” Wanda rewarded your eventual good behavior by guiding you down until wet lips captured her pert nipple. She knew her smart girl would come around sooner rather than later and as she studied your now fully unwound form, not a singular worry pecking at your cute head, the older woman basked in the genuine pride she held for her work. “I only want the best for you, my love. You’ve got the big job of telling me the truth so I can look after you properly, I know you can do that for me, can’t you?”

There was a muffled mhm from somewhere, much more preoccupied with the overwhelming comfort you basked in. You didn’t struggle to ignore anything now, head feeling lighter each second you melted further into your mommy, heavy lids fluttering closed under the gentle brush of stray hairs tucked behind your ear, her oh so soft hum of a melody that’s quickly become your favorite song…

Some time in the night you stirred, still heavily draped over Wanda’s sleeping form, and where you expected to feel sticky and uncomfortable, a shift of your thighs confirmed you were back to normal. You wore the same pajamas, woken in the exact position you’d dozed off in, and yet… it was as if nothing happened. Wanda’s lax cuddle wound around your midsection tighter, nurturing squeeze prompting your head to lay back onto her chest. “I told you mama will always take care of you, dolly. Now go back to sleep.”

[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.

[manyaccidents]

Emily stared longingly outside. She was no longer allowed to go out alone anymore; that was for big girls. The last few months had seen Emily begin bedwetting out of nowhere. It began slow, a night here and there, but she thought they were just one-off accidents. She had no idea just how wrong she was.

Soon her nighttime control was very inconsistent. Her mother had insisted she wear goodnites (glorified diapers for bedwetters) to bed. Emily protested but her mother put her foot down. Emily refused but her small stature didn't exactly lend itself to resistance. Her mother picked her up easily, and though she struggled Emily could not escape. She was laid down on the bed and held down by one of her mothers arms while the other arm pulled down Emily's Pj shorts and panties.

Emily was so tired from struggling at this point that try though she might, she couldn't stop her mother from pulling the goodnite up between her legs. Tears streamed down Emily's face as she felt the foreign garment between her legs. It was soft and crinkled softly when she moved. Her mother pulled Emily's pj shorts back up and said "if I catch you with these off, you will get a spanking so hard you'd wish you'd never taken them off."

Emily sulked, knowing that her mother wasn't kidding. After a few minutes of silent crying, Emily, who was exhausted from struggling fell asleep. That day was the beginning of the end for Emily's adulthood. Fast forward to the present. Emily had not woken up dry since she was put in goodnights 6 months ago, and she'd even started to have daytime accidents with increasing frequency about a month prior to today. Her mother insisted that she wear her goodnites in the day too now, and Emily was embarrassed to say it was hard to argue.

Her goodnites weren't really cutting it these days, and it seemed like the daytime accidents were scattered at first like the bedwetting, but also like the bedwetting it quickly worsened and Emily was soon wetting her goodnites every day, sometimes multiple times. As she reflected at the window she felt her goodnite growing warm and heavy, a tear rolling down her cheek in silent frustration. She never knew when she had lost the ability to even feel when she needed to pee, but it was depressing..

As she continued to pee, it began to leak out of the goodnite and onto the couch. As if she could sense it, Emily's mother entered the room and locked eyes on the couch where the wet spot was clearly visible. A patient anger came over her expression and she wordlessly took Emily's hand. Emily wondered fearfully if she was going to be spanked, but instead she was sat down on a plastic mat on the bed. "A.. changing mat?" she thought. That's when she saw what was beside it and put 2 and 2 together.

A thick white diaper decorated with pink and lavender hearts was beside the changing table, and before she knew it she was being laid down and cleaned up just like a baby. She was so shocked at how far she's fallen that she couldn't even struggle. "You'll be wearing these for the foreseeable future little girl. Since you can't seem to act your age, you will be kept in diapers 24/7; no more goodnites." Emily was mortified "in the day too?? bu-"

"no buts young lady" she finished taping the diaper and made sure it was snug and fit well. Emily felt the thick padding press against her skin as her mother felt the diaper. Each movement she made was accompanied by an audible crinkle. "Everyone is going to find out..." Emily said, dejected. "I'm sorry Emily" her mother said gently "but you clearly need diapers now, and if people find out that's just something we'll have to deal with"

And so began her new life. The only girl at university who still needed diapers.

[adultbabystories]

< Old bully, New boss > The past is in the past, and after high school, you set your mind only on the future. 

High school can be so cruel, kids can be so cruel. As an adult, you knew there was nothing wrong with being a little overweight or being a bit weird, just being yourself is okay. But your teen years were awful. You were being picked on by bigger, older, masculine kids. Nobody showed real interest in you. You had a good friend or two, but that was about it. Not to mention you had no young love at all. To this day, you're thanking the universe for the fact those bullies didn’t know about your bedwetting problem. You knew that if high school was rough, it could be much worse.

In college, you decided to make a change. To become fitter, healthier, stronger, physically and mentally. The past is the past, and you have the whole future ahead of you. In time, you fell in love with sports and decided to take a break from studying and take a course to become a personal trainer. 

Your hometown is long away, this is the new you. Not the little bedwetter weirdo kid, but a large-ass fit-looking man. You felt that when you sent your resume to the local gyms.

After a day, a well-known gym called you back and booked you an interview with the owner for the next day. You were so excited that you picked out the best outfit you could think of. Sporty, but classy and serious. Showing your worked-hard body, but not overly revealing. You had to make it just right.

Walking into the gym, you were a bit overwhelmed by how pristine and well-maintained it was, probably for the rich and famous. A receptionist greeted you and led you to the owner’s office where she knocked and opened the door for you to get in.

A huge man stood up and greeted you. By the looks of it, he was doing steroids, but you weren’t completely sure about it. Not to mention he was very good-looking and got you a bit nervous just for it. There was something familiar about him.

“Nice to meet you Mark, the manager here told me it’s your name. Sorry but I still didn’t go through your resume, he just said we need to call you in, and we did.” He said and gestured to the chair next to you.

”Thank you, I’m honored by the thought of working here. Not only it is one of the best gyms in the area, but I feel like there are so many potential opportunities to develop my future clients, and myself.” You said, still trying in your mind to figure out why he was so familiar.

”That’s great! I like your attitude! So my name is Will,” his name was Will.

Fuck! That was Will! One of your high school bullies! Shit he had changed so much. He surely took steroids, he wasn’t that big at all. But look at him now, he’s massive, bigger than you. Plus, he owns this place, and he is more successful than you. He is the owner, the boss, the interviewer, the one in control.

”Now let me check your resume real quick, for formality and all,” he winked and took a look.

”Wait, Mark Spencer? Shit, I knew I recognized you, from high school! Well, most of the time you were facing me while I gave you good wedgies. Ha!” he laughed and gave the table a loud knock. 

It made you flinch a little, while your mind raced to the whole humiliating things Will and his friends did to you in high school.

”Bla bla bla, you’re hired! My manager said we should hire you and I trust him completely. Congratulations! Now for the real question -“ suddenly something changed in his behavior.

”Is it true you were wetting your pants and wearing diapers to bed? It was a rumor that went around just after we graduated so we couldn’t pick on you, but you are lucky because kids can be cruel with this kind of information! Ah, Mark the bed wetter! In my gym!” Will talked and laughed, while you sat there, blushing red from embarrassment. 

“Well, that job is your pampers, you want it?” He asked and waited for your reply. 

“Yes, yes thank you Will” You answered, trembling a bit.

”Off you go then, my manager will contact you. But I have only one demand for now.” He said and waved for you to come closer, and you did.

”The equipment here is very expensive and I can’t have big babies wetting it. So either you control yourself or we can help you with buying adult diapers for you to wear around here as a uniform! Ha!” He couldn’t help but laugh right in front of your face.

”Go go” he waved you off, still laughing. 

You turned around, degraded, humiliated, holding your crotch while running for the nearest bathroom to release your full and erupting bladder. ------------------------------------ Our past, complicated as it is, makes us who we are today. It forms our dislikes, but also our likes and desires.

[babyfluffybutt]

Hi. I am a secretive DL who doesn't have much opportunity to wear nappies all the time. I would like to know if wearing nappies is associated with the problem of losing bladder control. I have read that using nappies for too long causes the urinary muscles to weaken which in turn leads to loss of continence control. Is this loss actually possible? Is it complete? Does it also happen to you out of control during the day or only during sleep at night?

honestly I'm not really sure. I mean it would make sense on paper. I've always had issues, and after a bad hospital stay, it became a perm issue for me. Bedwetting had been a problem, and only got worse when I was in HS. I'm not sure if I am the right person to ask about how it can impact your bladder long term. Honestly, this whole abdl world is pretty new when you consider how long its been around

[paramountinplace]

hey! been reading through all your hcs, love your writing! wondering, if you wanted, if you could expand on little mel’s frustrations with her bed sheets and what happen once’s tai and van notice?

Thank you and totally!

I think many of them have struggles with accidents, but Mel's mostly happen at night and they're a pretty significant source of anxiety for her because she hates feeling out of control like that. She mostly hangs out with the older kiddos who don't really deal with accidents very often, so having Van run into her in the middle of the night while she's clumsily trying to take care of it herself with tears streaming down her face is basically her worst nightmare. Luckily, Van is super chill about it and doesn't act like it's a big deal. She starts letting Van help her out when it happens, which eventually means that Tai finds out but Mel's okay with that because Van lets Tai help her and she really looks up to Van.

They start running into issues when Mel starts breaking down in tears whenever it happens, no matter how much Van and Tai try to soothe her. It takes while to put together that Mel really doesn't like having to replace her one set of sheets with trucks on them with an extra set of Gen's, which is pink with butterflies. They all got to pick out a few sets of sheets on a big trip to the shops one time, but Mel felt nervous about getting more than one, so she lied and said she didn't like at of the others. Having to use ones she actually doesn't like only adds to the frustration that comes with her bedwetting. She'll rip the new ones off the bed the second her favored ones have been washed and try to put them back on herself.

If the washing doesn't get done soon enough, she'll try doing it on her own, which Tai doesn't love because Mel always accidentally leaves it on hot water setting, which is expensive. Tai suggests padding so that they won't have to switch out the sheets so often, which Mel absolutely loses it over. Van goes out the next day and buys three more sets of sheets for Mel. She calms down a little bit over sheet changes after that because she has multiple sets that she actually likes and don't remind her of always being forced to pick the "girliest" option by her mom when she was a kid.

[justpottytime]

aaaa I just can't get over how cute bedwetting is!

maybe A is all snuggled up and sleepy, or they're scared to get out of bed for some reason, or maybe it's cold outside the blankets...

they get more and more squirmy, and they know they're getting close to wetting, but they still stay put, until short, tiny spurts start jetting out and wetting their crotch. if they got up now, there'd be an obvious patch on their crotch, showing they peed.

but they know there's a flood still inside. eventually they really can't hold it... the spurts are getting longer, and closer together, until they feel a steady stream rapidly hissing out of their pee hole. they feel their pants going warm all over, and a puddle forming beneath them, and they know they went so much, but they're still not done yet...

the hissing beneath the blankets changes pitch and there's also a splashing sound as they tinkle into the big puddle they made on the mattress. if someone is in bed with them and notices, they might even have to admit what they're doing.

"I had to pee really bad."

"I wet the bed."

"I peed myself."

"I'm having an accident."

"please don't be mad..."

"I didn't mean to."

the sound of them peeing hasn't even slowed down.

or maybe they do it while they're still asleep. totally unaware, they lie on their stomach and relax as pee starts hissing against the bed and warming their belly. they are just sleeping soundly while they wet all over themselves.

so cute 💖

Awwwwww, this really is adorable!!! Perfect cute embarrassment, even more so when the bedwetter is awake - they definitely could have gotten up but decided not to, and now they're lying in a warm puddle! But asleep bedwetting is so innocent and sweet because it simply can't be controlled, they can't help it!

Thanks for the ask!

[bitsybunbun]

Asks: 🙈😇😫😳

🙈- Uh-oh, you couldn't hold it. When you fantasize about having an accident, do you think about having it unprotected, inadequately protected, or perfectly protected?

Usually I daydream about having unprotected accidents and being forced into padding 🥵 In real life I much prefer being perfectly protected when I have accidents though

😇- You may look innocent on the outside, but something tells me you've got a naughty streak. What kinds of funishment do you like?

So many! Spanking, denial, adult privileges taken away, predicament bondage, language restriction, humiliation, and more! I enjoy a wide variety of pain play as well!

😫- How embarrassing! Do you like to be humiliated? What gets you the most embarrassed?

I love humiliation, it is the core of 90% of my fantasies! I think my most embarrassing moments have been accident related, whether it be bedwetting or unexpectedly losing control at inopportune moments. I also get very blushy about having my intelligence reduced hypnotically, being taunted for being helpless, or not being able/allowed to talk!

😳- It's time for you to be regressed! How do you want it to happen? Fast? Forced? Magically? Slowly? Covertly? Hypnotically?

A slow, forced slide into regression is what excites me the most! I love the idea of hypnotically or magically having grown up abilities stripped away piece by piece to my dismay and humiliation, forever grateful to my cg for being understanding and caring, all the while not realizing that they're the one doing it to me in the first place. They're firm when they insist I wear diapers, use a pacifier, crawl, but it's always presented as all for my safety, since I've gotten so clumsy and orally fixated and even more accident prone. Soon they have me totally helpless and dependent on them and diapers, playing with my hypnotic triggers and enjoying their mindless bb 😵‍💫

From my Emoji Asks 🌻🧡

[maeinthekinning]

Macdonald triad (children starting fires, cruelty to animals, bedwetting)

Isn't actually largely associated with murder but rather childhood abuse and neglect.

And it often overlooks acceptable forms of fire starting and cruelty to animals.

The dark triad is subclinical symptoms of certain things found in a lot of people (1 in 14) of basically weaker version of npd and aspd

Dark empath is a pop psych term to claim cognitive empathy means someone might secretly be a narcissist or have aspd so therefore bad.

Npd and aspd, just like adhd, have genetic components and symptoms are more pronounced when has suffered childhood trauma or neglect. And neither make someone a bad person.

Going for these things to describe someone as iredeemably evil is.

Abuse apologism.

Ableism.

Scare tacticts designed to get people to trust others less making it easier to control you and less cooperation to make changes happen.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 6

Madelyn and Abby were the first to enter the dining room for breakfast next morning, having showered, stripped the soaking wet sheets off their beds, and changing into their adult clothes.

Abby glanced at the Magician, who was sitting at the head of the table, wondering if he would mention the fact that she’d wet the bed last night. Had the other girls done that too? And had they all been fed from the breast? Or was that some specific punishment just for her?

Madelyn glared at the Magician with burning hatred in her eyes, although the threatening effect was ruined slightly by the presence of her thumb in her mouth. Last night that freak had made her drink urine and ejaculate like some kind of filthy, man-worshipping whore. She’d brushed her teeth a dozen times in the shower that morning, but she still felt like she hadn’t got the taste out of her mouth. Then there were the disgusting pee-soaked sheets she’d woken up in… Had that just been the effect of the breastmilk concoction? Or had the Magician done something more permanent to her night-time control? She could hardly stand the thought that she might be a bedwetter now.

The two girls sat down and started helping themselves to breakfast, savouring the solid food and trying to put their bedwetting episodes out of their mind. Thankfully, Madelyn found she was able to remove her thumb from her mouth whenever she needed to eat or drink.

Katherine waddled into the room unsteadily shortly afterwards, and Abby didn’t hide her smirk at the sight of the snooty fashion model’s ridiculous toddling walk. She hoped that stupid bitch had to walk like a toddler for the rest of her life.

Katherine shot her a nasty look in return, took a seat as far away from her as possible, and helped herself to a croissant. She was glad it wasn’t baby food again, or worse... She shuddered at the memory of the warm breastmilk that had flowed down her throat the night before, trying not to think about how delicious it had been. She knew it was just the Magician’s power, but she still wanted to sink into the ground in shame when she remembered how she’d guzzled greedily at another woman’s breast.

Becky arrived a few minutes later with tears running down her cheeks (as they had been so often since her toilet training had been stripped away), still in her pyjamas. Or at least, she was wearing a pyjama top. It seemed the Magician hadn’t bothered supplying her with bottoms – her soaked, sagging overnight nappy was fully on display, jiggling heavily between her legs as she waddled into the room almost as bow-legged as Katherine had been.

Katherine wrinkled her nose at the sight of her. Why hadn’t the disgusting little brat bothered to change out of her horrid diaper?

“I can’t take it off!” Becky wailed, looking desperately at the Magician, trying to ignore the stares of the other girls.

“Of course you can’t, silly girl,” he laughed. “Babies can’t change their own nappies. You need to ask someone else to do it for you.”

“I have to… What?!”

“You have to ask nicely, sweetie. Just like you did yesterday, remember?”

Becky’s heart sank when she remembered having to beg the Magician to change her messy nappy in embarrassing baby-talk like some simpering little toddler. Was he saying she was supposed to do that every time she needed a change?! Even incontinent people could clean themselves up without help! Was she really supposed to go around pleading people to wipe her butt for her?!

The Magician was looking at her expectantly.

Her face scarlet, Becky looked down at her feet and mumbled, “Pwease will you change my nappy, Daddy? It’s all icky and wet…”

The Magician smiled. “No,” he said.

“What?!” Becky raged, looking up at him furiously. “But…! But you said…!”

“You’re only wet,” said the Magician. “There’s no point changing you now when you’ll probably make a stinky sometime after breakfast anyway. You can have a change then.”

Becky cringed with shame at his words, and the other girls looked at her with a mixture of disdain and pity. They were all disgusted by her incontinence, but they also knew it could just as easily be them in her place. And there was still plenty of time to join her. Still, Katherine couldn’t help but feel revolted when Becky chose to waddle over sulkily and take a seat next to her. She could practically hear the girl’s sodden diaper squelch as she sat down.

The four girls ate their breakfast in silence, making sure not to eat too much just in case the second challenge was anything like the first. Once they were finished, the Magician got to his feet.

“Well,” he said, “there’s no point in waiting. I think it’s time to get on with the second challenge. I’m sure you’ve all been curious to know what it is…”

The women waited apprehensively. The pace of Madelyn’s thumbsucking quickened.

“You’re all very pretty young ladies,” the Magician told them, “and the second challenge will be a chance for you to strut your stuff. Or toddle it, in Katherine’s case.” He grinned at her, and she blushed furiously. “The four of you are going to put on a little baby pageant for me! Doesn’t that sound fun? You’ll get to dress up in some adorable clothes and show me just how cute you are. Then I’ll rank your performances from first to last.” He grinned at the girls with that terrifying glint in his eyes.

“And what happens to the loser this time?” Abby asked nervously.

“Well,” said the Magician, “since the loser will be the one who’s the least cute, I’ll be making a few adjustments to her, to make her a little more pleasing to the eye.”

He looked slowly up and down Abby’s body as he spoke, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. What exactly did he mean by adjustments? Whatever it was, Abby was sure that any idea the Magician had to make them ‘more pleasing to the eye’ was sure to be horrible. Still, she couldn’t help but be struck once again by the Magician’s handsome features as his arrogant eyes raked her body. She felt her pussy getting wet. He clearly found her attractive too. Her plan would definitely work, she told herself. She just had to wait for the right time. She was a master at this after all. How many men had she managed to tempt away from their wives or girlfriends in the past? She could do this. It might be her best chance of winning the game if her luck started to fail.

The Magician cast his gaze back over the table at large. “We’ll be going into the hall at the back of the manor, where I’ve had a stage set up for you, along with an expansive wardrobe full of the cutest clothes you could possibly imagine. You’ll each decide what to wear, then one by one you’ll take a walk across the stage, showing yourself off in any way you care to choose. I’m sure little Katherine understands what’s required of her, since she’s such an expert at showing off her body for men.”

Katherine scowled. She was a well-respected fashion model, not some whore!

“But how about the rest of you?” the Magician went on. “Do you know what you have to do?” He smiled widely at Madelyn. “Is it simple enough for you silly little girls to understand?”

Madelyn glared back at him, sucking her thumb more vigorously, but nodded. Abby and Becky nodded too.

“Good! Then let’s get going, little ladies.”

The four women stood up to leave. But the moment Becky got to her feet, there was a loud rumbling fart. All eyes turned to her.

Becky’s face went white. For a moment she just stood there, frozen on the spot, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape. Then her body sunk into a squat, her fists clenched, and the beautiful young woman started pooping her pants for the second time in her adult life. She grunted loudly, her face screwed up in concentration and embarrassment.

“Ewww!” said Katherine, backing away. “Gross! That’s so disgusting!”

“Don’t be squeamish, Katherine,” the Magician chuckled. “The baby’s just having a poopy accident, that’s all.”

“Give it back!” Becky wailed, looking up at the Magician with her face still slightly scrunched up from the effort of filling her diaper. “Give me back my potty training! Oh God, please! I can’t be like those dumb babies at daycare! Not forever!” Her face screwed up again as she helplessly pushed another wave of poo-poo into her nappy. At last, Becky finished messing herself, and she looked up desperately. “Please!” she cried. “Please, Daddy! Please change my nappy! You said you would! You promised!”

The Magician laughed. “I said I’d change you after breakfast, sweetie. I never said I’d do it immediately.” He grinned. “Silly babies don’t get to decide when they need clean nappies. I’ll change you at my convenience, Becky. Not yours. Like I told you yesterday, you need to get used to being in a full diaper. Unless you win my little game and wish yourself back to normal, you’ll be spending a significant part of your life waddling around in one.”

“I’ll be a freak!” Becky sobbed.

“No you won’t, little one,” said the Magician, patting the sagging seat of her nappy. He was still grinning. “You won’t be a freak at all! In my opinion, waddling around in a loaded diaper ought to be a woman’s natural state. Completely normal. It’s all those silly girls who think they’re grown-up enough for toilets that have something wrong with them.”

Madelyn seethed. She’d been an activist for a long time and she’d never come across such extreme sexism! Did this man really believe that women were nothing but overgrown babies who deserved to squish about in full nappies wherever they went?! What kind of twisted ideology was that?!

Becky cried even harder, but the other girls were used to her breaking down into tears by now. None of them were sure they wouldn’t be doing the same thing in her place.

“Come on now, sweetie,” said the Magician, taking the sniffling girl’s hand and leading her out of the dining room. Katherine waddled along behind, with Madelyn and Abby taking up the rear. None of the girls could keep their eyes off Becky’s droopy diaper.

The Magician took them out through the hall they’d arrived in and into another hall in the back of the house.  Part of the room was sectioned off with wooden panels, and there was a large stage raised up a few inches above the ground.

“You can all go behind those panels there and pick out some clothes for yourselves. Remember, the cuter the better. Pick a style you think I’d like. The order of your appearance will be… Madelyn, Katherine, Becky, then Abby.”

He smacked Becky firmly on her dirty-diapered bottom, making her whimper, and the four girls went behind the panels to look for their new outfits.

All four of then stopped dead when they saw what was there – boxes overflowing with tiny skirts and tutus, crates of sparkly Disney-princess themed shirts, rows and rows of frilly, pastel-coloured frocks on hangers, each more ridiculous than the last. Every item of clothing was perfectly sized to fit an adult woman. Feeling sick, the ladies spread out to examine the contents and pick something for themselves, torn between wanting something that wouldn’t humiliate them utterly, and wanting something that wouldn’t end up placing them last. Katherine wrinkled her nose at Becky and moved as far away from her as possible. Abby tried to be more discreet, but she couldn’t help trying to move away herself. The girl was just so stinky! Becky shot nasty looks at the pair of them through her tear-stained eyes.

Madelyn was ignoring the others. She quickly found a pair of blue overalls and paired them with a blue and white shirt featuring some ditzy cartoon princess she couldn’t name. She put them on and looked at herself in one of the many mirrors lining the panels. Madelyn didn’t know much about fashion (that was for stooges of the patriarchy like Katherine, selling out their bodies for the male gaze), but surely the Magician’s couldn’t complain about this – she was dressed like a five-year-old tomboy, a look that matched her short hair perfectly. She glanced around at the others. They were all still picking clothes. Since she had to go first anyway, she might as well get it over with. Putting on a pair of frilly white socks and light-up trainers, she stomped out onto the stage.

The Magician was sat in a chair facing the stage, with a look of devilish glee on his face.

Blushing at the indignity of it, Madelyn did her best to show herself off as she walked across the stage. She stopped in the middle, fidgeting awkwardly and doing her best to adopt the mannerisms of a shy little girl. She hated herself in that moment. How had she been reduced to this?! Her thumb was in her mouth, just like always, and she forced herself to give it a few exaggerated sucks for added cuteness.

The Magician clapped, and, blushing brightly and staring at her feet, Madelyn shuffled off the stage and waited to the side of the hall for the other girls to finish their ‘performances’.

The next to come out was Katherine. She toddled onto the stage, her new uncoordinated walk making a total mockery of her skills as a catwalker. She seethed internally, but on the outside she adopted a bright, ditzy smile that she’d perfected through years of experience as a model. She was wearing an absurdly frilly white dress that barely reached below her bottom, and a lacy white bonnet to frame her beautiful face. She waddled stupidly across the stage, her face a vivid shade of pink, and when she reached the middle, she batted her eyelids at the Magician, smiled cutely, and made kissy faces at him.

He laughed in delight and applauded her. Katherine made to toddle off the stage, but she lost her balance. She tottered backwards unsteadily, her arms stretched out desperately to balance herself, but it was no use. She fell heavily on her tushy like a little girl still learning to walk. Her face went even redder, and tears of humiliation started leaking from the corners of her eyes. She knew that Madelyn had seen her. Becky and Abby were probably watching from behind the panels as well.

The Magician chuckled happily to himself while Katherine got back to her feat unsteadily and toddled over to stand near Madelyn and wait for the results.

Becky was next. Blushing more brightly than either of the ladies before her, she stepped out onto the stage. Madelyn and Katherine stared at her, open mouthed.

She was almost completely naked. Below the waist, she wore nothing but her heavily soiled nappy. It was hanging low between her legs, drooping almost down to her knees. Above the waist, her boobs were out, wobbling alluringly on her chest as she toddled across the raised platform. They were barely covered at all by the tiny, pale pink bib that she’d tied around her neck. Her chestnut-brown hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails. She looked like an overgrown two-year-old, too shameless and immature to even need any other clothes. She stood awkwardly on the stage for a moment, clearly wishing she could disappear forever. The Magician broke into applause again, and she waddled off in her yucky diaper.

Finally, it was Abby’s turn. She walked out onto the stage in a bright pink, glittery top that was so tight across her chest that the shape of her sizeable tits were clearly visible through. Written on it in sequins were the words “Daddy’s Little Girl”. She wore a tiny pink skirt around her waist, so short that it flashed her white cotton undies with every step, and her hair was tied into pigtails as well, just as Becky’s had been. But when she made it to the middle of the stage and gave the Magician a seductive stare, she could tell that something was wrong. There was something predatory in his eyes – but it wasn’t the lust she was hoping for. It was more like the anticipation she’d seen right before he delivered a punishment. She had to think fast, she knew. She couldn’t lose! She had to find a way to impress him! Her face reddened as the idea came to her, but she had no choice.

Abby made eye contact with the Magician and then, standing still in the middle of the stage, she let her bladder go. With a loud hissing noise, she pissed her pants like a toddler. The front of her little girly skirt darkened, and the little cotton undies she was wearing underneath were immediately soaked. Pee ran down her legs and into her socks and shoes. It trickled down between her thighs to form a yucky puddle between her legs. It was utterly disgusting, but she could see in the Magician’s smile that he was pleased.

“Oopsie,” she said, and forced herself to giggle. The Magician clapped, grinning, and Abby walked off the stage and over to the others, grimacing at the sensation of her urine-soaked socks squishing in her shoes, and the way her pissy panties clung to her pussy. The other three stared at her in disgust, even Becky, but Abby ignored them.

The Magician walked over to them slowly, savouring their appearances. “Well there’s no need to delay,” he said. “I might as well tell you the results now.” He paused, and they all stared at him anxiously, their hearts beating fast in their chests. “In first place is miss Katherine Bower-Thomas!”

Katherine smirked in a superior way, and Abby looked at her scornfully. The snobbish bitch was actually managing to look smug about winning a stupid baby pageant! It wasn’t like there was a reward for coming first. Still, Abby had hoped she might have won this one…

“Second place is little Becky Lewis!”

Becky couldn’t help feeling happy, despite the filthy diaper hanging from her hips. At least she hadn’t lost this challenge too.

Abby was starting to feel very nervous.

“Third place is…”

Abby held her breath. Oh God. Oh God. Was she going to lose after all? Even after she’d pissed her fucking pants for him?

“Abigail Reid!”

Abby felt an immense wave of relief. She hadn’t lost. And that meant… She looked over at Madelyn, who was standing there wide-eyed, her thumb working frantically in her mouth.

“It seems the loser of this little challenge is miss Madelyn Smith,” the Magician tutted. “Dear, dear, Maddy. What was that performance? I don’t think your heart was really in it at all! And I didn’t realise how flat-chested you were until I saw you in that little princess shirt. Obviously all those women’s studies courses haven’t taught you the first thing about looking cute! What were they even for?”

“Wait!” said Madelyn, managing to pop her thumb out of her mouth long enough to plead. “Let me try again! Because I went first, I didn’t know what sort of thing we had to do! I didn’t know I’d have to be so… so babyish!”

“Then you should have set the bar higher, shouldn’t you Maddy?” the Magician smirked. “This is your own fault.”

“No, please!” Madelyn begged desperately. “Give me another chance! I can… I can…”

But her body was already starting to change.

[bluabdl]

Part 3

By the time fall arrived, what started as a way to manage stress and bedwetting had become something else entirely.

David wasn’t just wearing diapers at night anymore. They were part of his life now. On most days, he padded around the house in soft lounge clothes or footed pajamas, rarely thinking twice about when—or if—he needed the bathroom.

And Lily… she didn’t just accept it.

She embraced it.

Their lives had slowed into a comforting rhythm: Lily would wake up first, make coffee, and greet him in bed with a warm smile and a diaper check. Sometimes he was wet. Sometimes messy. She never made a big deal of it—just kissed his forehead, got out the wipes and powder, and quietly cleaned him up while humming softly.

On weekends, she’d dress him in fresh padding and a cozy shirt—sometimes adding playful touches like socks with cartoon animals or pajama pants with stars or moons. He never argued. He felt safe, and Lily made it feel… normal.

“I like seeing you like this,” she said once, brushing his hair back as he nursed a warm bottle she’d prepared on a rainy afternoon. “You’re softer. Calmer. I think you needed this part of you to have space.”

David blushed but nodded. He no longer tried to explain or justify it. There were parts of him that had always wanted to let go of responsibility, to feel nurtured and unburdened. And Lily gave him permission to lean into that—without shame.

Gradually, their routine shifted.

Diapers became the default.

If he wasn’t at work, he was padded. And even workdays began with Lily offering him a fresh diaper “just in case,” tucked under his slacks. At first it was occasional—long meetings, road trips, late nights.

But eventually, David stopped taking it off entirely. His control had slipped more than he realized. And honestly? He didn’t miss it.

Lily adjusted their home around the change. A diaper caddy appeared in the bedroom. A second changing station was set up discreetly in the guest bathroom. She bought thicker night diapers and colorful covers that peeked above his pajama bottoms. He started drinking from bottles more often in the evenings, and once a week, Lily even spoon-fed him dinner while they sat cross-legged on the living room floor.

Nothing was forced. But the more David surrendered to the gentle routine Lily offered, the more peaceful he became.

One Sunday morning, Lily leaned against the doorframe as David waddled out of the bedroom in a damp nighttime diaper and a soft, oversized sweatshirt.

“Do you want your cartoons?” she asked with a grin.

He nodded sheepishly.

“Then let’s get you changed and cozy.”

She led him to the living room, changed him right there on the rug with the sun pouring through the windows, and helped him into a fresh daytime diaper with cute little clouds on the front. She gave his tummy a light pat, then pulled him onto the couch and settled in beside him.

They watched an old cartoon together, her arm around him as he leaned against her chest, nursing a warm bottle of almond milk she’d made just the way he liked it—with cinnamon and a little vanilla.

He dozed off partway through the second episode. When he woke up, he was wet again—but he didn’t feel embarrassed.

He felt… content.

That evening, Lily sat across from him at dinner.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “We’re basically already doing this full-time. What if we made it official? You don’t have to think about the bathroom anymore. At all. I’ll keep you dry, and clean, and happy. Every day. Would that feel good?”

David swallowed, his heart racing.

“I want that,” he whispered. “I don’t want to worry about control anymore. I just want to let go.”

Lily smiled, reaching across the table to take his hand.

“Then it’s settled. Diapers, all the time. And we’ll build a little routine around it. A nap schedule. Playtime. Even bath time, if you want it.”

His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t protest. He felt warm, safe, and completely seen.

As they went to bed that night, Lily changed him one last time, humming softly as she powdered and taped him up snugly.

“You’re my good boy,” she whispered as she pulled the blanket over them. “And you’re exactly where you belong.”