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I was like that at first, I couldn't pee unless I was bursting standing in a statue position and then I'd waste a nappy because its become oversaturated and leaked. I think if you want to leak laying down you need to go 24/7 and commit to wetting at the slightest urge. this way you condition your brain to its okay to wet in any position. Since I have gone 24/7 I wet in any position and its little drips and dribbles all the time so my nappies are always damp and their capacity is much better so no leaks. I also wet int drips and dribbles in bed unless I'm sleeping, as soon as I wake up I will wet and go back to sleep. -
I have not tried this and likely would never try to with anyone other than a significant other. The only other scenarios I'd ever consider doing such would be if I thought it would be useful for their situation, or if it or something similar came up in small talk and I was reasonably familiar with them. -
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By Little Dino · Posted
Sorry for being late posting this chapter. I have been sick all week, and have not had a lot of energy. I spent my birthday sick, so it's been a long week. Chapter 12: Give it a Shot Jimmy woke up on Saturday to a sensation he had not felt in a very long time: a wet bed. Despite the booster in his diaper, the two wettings before bed had led to his diaper overflowing when he inevitably wet himself during the night. The feeling of a wet bed and knowing that his urine was no longer contained in his diaper but was touching other parts of his skin bothered Jimmy. He would never call himself a germaphobe, but he certainly teetered right on the borderline of germaphobe. Dragging himself out of bed, Jimmy quickly stripped the sheets from his bed and deposited them in the washing machine. Sheets taken care of, he grabbed the bleach spray from the kitchen along with the roll of paper towels. He thoroughly sprayed down the plastic sheet that covered his bed and wiped it down until he was satisfied he had gotten all the germs. His now wiped clean, Jimmy was eager to get himself clean as well. Shutting the bathroom door, he started the shower and removed the sodden diaper from around his waist. The scalding hot shower was exactly what Jimmy needed. He rinsed off last night’s shame, giving every inch of his body a heavy scrubbing with the shower brush. Skin now red and almost raw, Jimmy was finally satisfied with his body’s level of cleanliness. As always, Jimmy dried himself off and then cleaned the bathroom. Today would be a shopping day. He was starting to run low on his frozen meals, and he had used a lot of bleach spray this morning, so he would have to stock up on that, too. Jimmy got dressed for the day and then had his morning bowl of cereal. After he cleaned up the kitchen, he took a quick inventory of his pantry to make a list of what would be needed at the store. Jimmy had never been a big fan of going to the grocery store, and if he had a car, he would have ordered his groceries for curb-side pick up and stayed in the car. He could only buy so much each trip, just enough to fit in the rolling wire basket he used to transport his groceries on the bus. Saturday morning at a major supermarket was quite busy. Everyone had the same idea as him, to get their shopping done during their off days. Jimmy found the items he needed quickly enough, but the lines to check out were long. For such a busy morning, there seemed to be only two cashiers working. The line had stretched back from the checkout lane, into the aisle across from it. Jimmy sat at the back of the line, idly checking his phone, trying to occupy himself while he waited for the line to die down. He had been waiting for ten minutes and was still only halfway to the cashier, and even worse, his bladder was full. He couldn’t just get out of line. He would be here forever if he left the line to go to the bathroom. Jimmy held on for dear life, determined not to pee in his pull-up while waiting in line. With all his might, he held on until he was on his way out the door. As the warm, humid air hit him in the face, his bladder gave up and flooded his pull-up. Not long after, a warm wetness started making its way down the legs of his pants. His pull-ups were meant for small leaks, not complete flooding. Jimmy stood right outside the front doors, mortified as a dark stain spread across the inside of his pants and down each leg. Jimmy felt as if he was rooted to that spot until his bladder was finally empty. He was mortified. He couldn’t believe he had just flooded his pants in public. He could see the various looks given by passersby. He saw a mix of sympathy, sick amusement, and willful ignorance of his situation. He saw the little kids pointing at him and his wet pants, and just wanted to fall into a hole and disappear. He did his best to cover himself with the push cart, but that only blocked the front; his accident was still clearly visible on the back of his pants. He didn’t know what to do. It had been a long time since he had leaked in public like this, and his anxiety was spiking. He felt himself in the early part of an anxiety attack, when he felt a soft pair of hands on his shoulders, and a soft voice in his ear. “Hey, Jimmy, you’re ok. Stay with me, Jimmy, deep breaths. Just focus on my voice.” Jimmy felt himself calming down and coming back into focus. Once he finally felt back in control of his breathing, he looked up into the face that had kept him from a full anxiety attack. Staring back at him, concern written across her face, was Joy. Their eyes met, and Joy forced a small smile. “You alright, Jimmy? Feeling better?” Jimmy gave a small nod and a wan smile. He didn’t trust himself to speak right now. “Let’s get you home. My car is right over here. I’ll drive you home.” Taking Jimmy’s hand, she gently led him towards her car. Opening the trunk, she pulled out a beach towel and helped Jimmy place his cart in the trunk. She spread the beach towel over the passenger seat and motioned for Jimmy to get in. The ride home was silent. He didn’t have much to say, and Joy made no mention of his accident. They entered the parking garage, and Joy parked in her designated spot. She helped him get his cart from the trunk and walked behind him, in an effort to limit the possibility of someone seeing his wet pants. Luckily for Jimmy, no one else was in the garage, and the pair entered the elevator unseen. Joy just stood next to him, her arm around his shoulder, offering comfort. She walked him to his apartment door, once again making sure she was blocking anybody from seeing the back of his pants. As Jimmy opened his apartment door, he turned around to look at Joy. “Th…Thanks. I don’t know what would have happened if I had gone into a full-blown anxiety attack. I really appreciate you being so nice to me, even if I probably screwed up your grocery shopping.” Joy gave him a sympathetic smile and pulled him in for a tight hug, doing her best not to touch his pants. “Don’t worry about that, Jimmy, just focus on getting cleaned up and all dry again. I know that had to be super embarrassing, but don’t worry about that now. It’s unlikely you will ever see any of those people again, and most of them will probably have forgotten all about it by the time they leave the store. Now, go get cleaned up, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check on you. Ok?” She gave Jimmy a small peck on the cheek and turned back toward the elevator bank. Jimmy was extremely grateful for her kindness. She went out of her way to help him when she didn’t have to. It was one of the big reasons he was fond of Joy. She had such a big heart. She cared about everybody and wanted them to be happy. She had always been a steady source of positivity in his life, when he felt like he was surrounded by negativity everywhere else. Jimmy desperately wanted to get clean, but he had cold and frozen items in his grocery bags, and he wanted to ensure they didn’t melt. All of the cold stuff put away, it was time to get clean. For the second time that day, Jimmy took a hot shower and scrubbed all traces of urine from his body. After his shower, Jimmy transferred his sheets from this morning out of the washer and replaced them with his clothes from the grocery store. He didn’t have a lot of energy after the events of the morning. He decided to just lie on his bed and read for a bit, and probably take a nap. An hour later, there was a light knock on the door. When he didn’t get up after the first knocks, the front door knob turned, and the door opened. Jimmy had forgotten to turn the deadbolt. Jimmy looked up at the door and saw Joy enter the apartment. Just as she had promised, she was back to check on him. “Hey, Jimmy, how ya feeling? Any better now that you’ve cleaned up?” Jimmy didn’t really feel like he had the energy to speak, so he just shrugged his shoulders. “It looks like this morning’s excitement has taken a lot out of you. Were you about to take a nap?” Jimmy had indeed set his book on the side table and had been intending to shut his eyes when she knocked. He just nodded his head. He was tired, and he was going to take a nap. “Do you mind if I keep you company?” Jimmy was a bit startled at this question. He hadn’t expected Joy to want to spend her time with him. He just shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know what he wanted. He had never been in a situation like this before. Joy stepped to the side of his bed and pulled back the cover. “Scoot over, don’t hog the bed.” Still confused by the situation unfolding in front of him, he did as he was told and moved over to the opposite side of the bed. Joy remained fully clothed, but slid into the bed next to him. As she found a comfortable spot, she pulled out the stuffed bear that was still in the bed from last night. “Oh, who’s this cutie?” Jimmy’s face was flushed with embarrassment. Not only had he forgotten to remove the bear from his bed, but now a cute woman was lying next to him asking him its name. “BoBo.” It was hardly more than a whisper, but Joy heard it and smiled. “That’s such a cute name! Is it a Simpsons reference?” Jimmy was quite shocked, to say the least. Not only was she not teasing him about being a grown man sleeping with a stuffed bear, but she had recognized the Simpsons reference in the bear’s name. His Father had been a big fan of the “Golden Years” of the Simpsons and had named the bear after Montgomery Burns’ childhood teddy bear. He nodded in confirmation of her question as she handed him the bear, a smile on her face. “I thought as much. My Mother and I grew up watching The Simpsons together. Sometimes, it seemed like we only spoke to each other in Simpsons quotes.” She smiled fondly at the memory, her mind casting back to those times with her mother, before turning back to Jimmy. “Why don’t you cuddle BoBo and close your eyes for a little bit. I’ll keep you company while you sleep. I may even sleep a bit myself.” Jimmy did as he was told, and taking BoBo in his arms, he turned onto his side and away from Joy. As he closed his eyes, he felt Joy’s warm body cuddle up against his back. They just lay there for a moment, and then Joy whispered in Jimmy’s ear. “Jimmy, I have a confession to make. I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for a while now, but I was always too scared of scaring you off to say anything. For some reason, seeing you so helpless and vulnerable made me want to help you. Not just now, but whenever I can.” Joy paused for a moment, gathering her courage, before continuing. “Jimmy, would you want to go out with me? Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jimmy wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly had not been that. He couldn’t deny that he had a crush on Joy as well. He just never imagined she would feel the same way. He only had to think about it for a moment. “Yes, I would like that very much.” Neither of them said another word, and they drifted to sleep in each other's arms, a thin smile playing upon both of their lips. They were officially now a couple. Jimmy’s thumb went to his mouth, and he took the best nap of his life. -
I would go with the Rearz Mega Inspire+ as my forever diaper. All white, 4 tapes, plastic backed, waistbands, high absorbency. Great diapers for sure. -
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