Wearing to bed success
I successfully wore to bed, woke to wet and went back to sleep. The diaper didn't bother me like it used to. I'd say it felt 80% normal even when heavily wet.
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Wearing to bed success
I successfully wore to bed, woke to wet and went back to sleep. The diaper didn't bother me like it used to. I'd say it felt 80% normal even when heavily wet.
A different approach to untraining
So I gave up on the strategy of locking myself in diapers cause honestly it was too arousing. I gave up on untraining after that, but I started again with a new found love of diapers. I'm able to wear all day every day, but I still don't wear to bed on most nights cause it really ruins my sleep. I crossed the big hurdle to untraining is that diapers felt like a foreign, uncomfortable object when worn for a while. Now they feel mostly like normal underwear and I'm able to go about my day without thinking about them, while keeping a relaxed pelvic floor and peeing in only dribbles for the most part. My next update i suspect will be that I overcame my night diapering and am able to stay diapered 24/7. I'm working on it.
Are you going to be doing another 100 days in diapers 24/7?
CW: mentions of potty training
I'm thinking about it because I really love to wear diapers everyday and everywhere.
But to take good care of my health, I might need to take a few days off. I really like the feeling of losing control of my bladder, but it also scares me. Maybe it's something I should only do when I'm more settled in life?
I need to think about it more if I want to do it again, or if I want to adjust the challenge, so I stay on my level right now or do real potty training (*SCARY*, I KNOW!) and become a lame toilet dependent kiddo again.
Honestly, I think it would be so much easier, if I always had grown ups around to change me and plan my diapers for the day.
There she goes, pretending she’s all grown up just because she’s showing off in those little training panties. Adorable how hard she tries…
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Lost
In the hushed confines of the nursery, the air thick with the scent of baby powder and something far less innocent, she lay sprawled in the crib, her body betraying her in the most humiliating way possible. The diaper, already heavy and sagging between her legs, was a constant, infuriating reminder of her new reality, one where Daddy called the shots, where her adult dignity had been stripped away, layer by layer.
She could feel it coming, that deep, insistent pressure coiling in her belly, twisting and tightening until her breath hitched. Her fingers dug into the crib sheet, her knuckles white as she squeezed her eyes shut. No, no, no, she couldn’t let it happen. Not like this. But the urge was a living thing, clawing at her insides, demanding release. Her thighs trembled as she pressed them together, as if sheer willpower could stop the inevitable.
A low, embarrassed whimper escaped her lips around the pacifier. Her stomach cramped, a sharp, insistent twist that made her gasp. She tried to clench, to hold it back for even two seconds, just two pathetic seconds, but her body wasn’t hers anymore. With a shuddering exhale, she lost the battle.
Her belly heaved, the pressure giving way in a rush of shameful relief. The diaper crinkled loudly as it filled, the sound obscene in the quiet room. She could feel it, thick and warm, pushing against the padding, spreading between her cheeks. The scent hit her immediately, earthy, musky, undeniable. Her face burned, tears pricking at her eyes as her body betrayed her completely. The diaper sagged further, the weight of her mess pressing against her skin, a constant, humiliating reminder of her failure.
She let out a broken sob, her fingers twisting in the blanket. There was no hiding it, no pretending it hadn’t happened. The evidence was right there, warm and heavy between her legs, the crinkle of the diaper a mocking soundtrack to her defeat. Daddy had taken everything, her control, her pride, even her ability to hold herself together for more than a heartbeat. And the worst part? Some shameful, traitorous part of her liked it.
Let me gush on why I think diapers are the ultimate tool for control.
It's a status symbol: this is the easiest to explain. You look at a little and know immediately they are not on the same level of you. This padded excuse for underwear shows that the person wearing it is not to be treated as an adult and is to be treated like they do not have the ability to work a toilet let alone handle any responsibilities.
It's a physical barrier: a diaper literally puts a barrier between the little's genitalia and anything that they might want, such as pleasure, the dignity to use the toilet, hell even the ability to clean themselves properly. Just some plastic and fluff keep can be so restrictive.
"functional" clothing: not only does a diaper look and feel like a tool for control but also act the part. It's a container for one of the most humbling liquids on the planet. It also has a hidden purpose of being able to be written on. Even the most basic of diapers can be a powerful tool when used to contain the piss of someone who claims to be an adult
Dependence: there is almost no other kink tool that can be used quite like a diaper to make your little depend on you. It literally has to be acknowledged every 4 to 12 hours. It also often has to be checked, talked about, and changed. If you truly want to make someone dependent on you, make it so they have to come to you to be changed. They will feel your presence with every step they take.
Uploaded a diaper change
Well I failed last week so I uploaded a diaper change to another site which I don't think I'm allowed to link here. Anyways I did orgasm into a fresh diaper quite a few times which helped me reduce post nut clarity. It's not 100% gone but now its way easier to keep wearing. I'm currently wearing and plan on wearing through the weekend to meet this weeks goal and not have to give myself another punishment. The max time I have recorded for wearing contionusly is 2 days and 10 hours. My goal is to beat that which I will do if i wear up until saturday night. My goal is to make it 4 days of continous wear which gives me a new longest recent streak as well as the goal of wearing over 50% of the week
Congrats on 60 days of no potty :D im curious, have you lost any control in that time? Is the goal to lose any control? Do you like being a squishbutt xp i just love living vicariously through unpotty trainers cx
My goal was to have an accident and then see how I feel about it. But I wasn't that eager to really train myself everyday and in every situation for it, because grown up life gets in the way pretty regularly.
I think I actually lost a little bit of control. I feel like it's more annoying to hold it and I had some situations where I was dribbling inattentively into my padding.
I had two situations where I felt warmth when I closed my fresh diaper, there was only one tape on it yet. :')
I had several situations where I was repositioning myself and I couldn't stop peeing.
I was coughing and laughing one day and that made me pee myself.
And I had a situation on Sunday where I was wearing an InControl and I couldn't stop peeing into them. I tried to rush to the toilet and even on the way there I was still flooding it. To be honest, that made me a bit anxious. Especially because I only had them on for like 2 hours and they were full. :') I think the time has come, where I have to pack more extra diapers than I think I need.
I still want to wear diapers until I don't want to anymore. But I think I'll try to hold it in a bit more often than before, so these accidents don't happen more often than that.
well, it has been a while, 🙋🏼♀️.
thought i might provide a slightly different "view" into the reality of diapering. in this case, a timelapse of a full week of 24/7. (i enjoy providing slightly varied perspectives as there are SO many other adorable creators out there!)
for me at least, each change presents a decision. what kind of protection do i need? heavy? discrete? reliable? fun? you can see that play out here.
now, multiply this by 52. and maybe you'll be able to get a bit more of a feel for being 24/7 than you had before this humble post.
lots of supplies. lots of choices. well, actually, not really a choice at all.
and, a bit of very close observation will reveal that the top left stack (Northshore GoSupreme - which were fresh out of the pack) sort of "inflates" as the timelase goes on. which raises a good tip for those traveling with a lot of diapers: pack the sealed package! it'll be the most space efficient approach. see! educational!
How nice this would be. So intimate and sweet 🥰
How to Spot a Little One Messing Their Diaper
These are things I have noticed when babysitting little ones ☺️🥹😉
1. Sudden silence
Chatty little? Playful energy? And then… quiet. That’s your first clue. Babies often go quiet when they’re concentrating on making a “present” in their padding.
2. The telltale squat
Slight knees-bent, hips lowered, or even a full crouch. That posture is iconic. Some try to pretend they’re just “playing on the floor,” but the truth squishes out quickly.
3. That face
Eyes unfocused. Mouth slack or sucking their pacifier extra hard. A tiny wrinkle between the brows. Maybe even a soft grunt. That’s a “pushing face” if I’ve ever seen one.
4. Shy glances
Littles who know they’re being watched might try to sneak away behind a couch or into a corner. Constant glances to see if anyone notices? Total giveaway.
5. Clutching a stuffie
Sometimes they squeeze their favorite stuffie when they mess. Like it gives them the courage. It’s sweet. And obvious.
6. Subtle rocking or shifting
As they fill their diaper, a little might shift from foot to foot or slowly rock their hips. Sometimes it’s to help the process… sometimes they just feel extra little when it’s happening.
7. The smell
Obvious. Immediate. Instant diaper check.
8. Sudden clinginess or hiding
After a big accident, a little might get very cuddly or very shy. Some want to bury their face in your chest and melt. Others try to disappear under a blankie.
9. Waddling gets worse
That squishy crinkle gets louder and their steps get wider. When their diaper starts sagging low between their thighs, you know exactly what happened.
10. That helpless little whimper
The one that says: “I messed… I can’t clean myself… and I don’t know whether to cry or cuddle.” That sound is pure baby.
When I first tell you I want you to ask permission before you go to the bathroom, you think it's about general control. You think it's about learning that you need to ask permission for even your body's most basic needs.
For the first two weeks, any time you ask, I say yes. It lulls you into a false sense of security. If I'm going to say yes every time, you don't need to worry, right? At first, you asked at the first sign of a twinge in your bladder, just in case, but now you've decided it's okay to wait until you naturally would head for the bathroom.
The next time you ask, I say no.
"No?"
I shake my head. Your brow furrows. Your bladder is full, but it's not that bad, you suppose. Uncomfortable but not painful. You shift in your seat, not used to having to hold it when the bathroom is right there, but in situations without easy access to a bathroom, you've definitely held worse. You squirm a little in your seat for the next hour until you gather up the courage to ask again. I say yes. You sigh in relief and go.
I let you get comfortable again. Too comfortable.
A week later, we're out running errands, and you don't like using the public bathrooms. It's hot, and you drink the full volume of your water bottle without thinking. In the car on the way home, you try to discreetly press your thighs together. You shouldn't have had so much to drink. The seatbelt is uncomfortably tight against your aching bladder.
The second we pull into the driveway, you immediately ask to go to the bathroom. Thinking--assuming--I'll say yes. Must be I understand what a dire situation it is? But I shake my head. Your eyes go wide.
"Please," you beg. "I have to go so badly. It's been four hours, and I had way too much to drink."
Too bad. Your steps on the way into the house are cautious and slow, not wanting to jostle your full bladder. You stand just inside the door, not sure what to do. You cross your legs. You barely make it fifteen minutes before asking again, but I won't let you. You let out a sob.
"I can't hold it," you plead. "Don't make me wet myself."
Another fifteen minutes, I tell you. Then you can go.
You squirm and shove a hand between your legs, unable to stay still, not used to holding so much. Your bladder screams for relief. Looking at the bathroom door makes it worse, but you stand right outside it anyway, knowing you're going to need to dash in as soon as possible once the fifteen minutes are up.
When the timer goes off, I tell you you can go. You race into the bathroom and slam the door. With the toilet in sight, your muscles quiver, a tiny leak escaping you as you desperately try to get your pants unbuttoned. Please please please. You finally get your pants down and sit down on the toilet in a rush, the pee gushing out of you into the bowl. You look down at your pants--you avoided a big mess, but your underwear is undeniably wet. You hide it in the back of the laundry pile, not willing to admit that you almost didn't make it.
You never know when I'm going to say no. Sometimes I make you drink a glass of water before bed and tell you you better not wake me up. When you wake up in the night with your bladder heavy, you'll just have to hold it. You toss and turn, trying to wait until morning. You cross your legs and wait for me to wake up. By the time I do, your bladder is hard and swollen. You run to the bathroom as soon as I let you.
One morning, I give you a choice. You get two bathroom breaks from now until tomorrow morning. You can relieve your desperate bladder now, but then you'll be stuck with only one chance to go for the rest of the day. You whimper and whine, already needing to go so badly, but you try to hold it. Throughout breakfast, your hips rock restlessly against the chair. The sound of the coffee pot dripping isn't helping. You barely make it to 10am before having to use one of your passes--but now you only have one more for the entire rest of the day.
I remind you to drink: you wouldn't want to get dehydrated. You want to save your last bathroom trip for before bed, but by 5pm, you know you're not going to make it. You ask to go right after dinner, but I make you wash the dishes first. You double-cross your legs and stick your butt out, squirming, the warm water on your hands making small drips escape despite your best efforts. Every so often, you have to stop and shove your wet hands between your legs, no time to dry them off first if you want to prevent a leak. You know it's a losing battle, but you try anyway, fighting your own body's basic instincts.
There are still two dishes left to wash when you feel the hot trickle down the inside of your thigh. Oh god, no. It takes you a few seconds to stop it. Putting your hands back in the water is torture, but you know your only hope is to finish the dishes and make it to the bathroom before your bladder bursts. You're dripping steadily now, your pants getting wetter and wetter as you frantically finish washing the last two dishes.
What a mess, I tell you. You show me the empty sink with tears gathering in your eyes. Fine, I say--go ahead.
You're already wetting yourself, but you run into the bathroom anyway, letting the rest out into the toilet.
You let out a cry of relief, but it's short-lived. No more bathroom breaks now until morning, and it's barely 7pm.
You're not going to make it, but you'll try.
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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! 😊😊😊