What is better?

Wearing a goodnite to school and soaking it till it turns dark yellow?

or

wearing a goodnite at work and peeing in it with your pants down at your ankles, as you clean the bathroom?

or

wearing a goodnite to bed with no p-j’s on and pee in it without knowing?

or

wearing only a goodnite while doing chores and getting caught just as your mom gets home? so your mom makes you wear just a small tshirt and your goodnite around the house until you wet your goodnite....only then do you realize that you are out of goodnites to wear, so you try to not wet yourself, sneak into the bathroom to go, but your mom sees you walking to the bathroom, so she stops you, and punishes you by pushing you down onto the floor and as you sit on the floor, with a hard thump, you end up relieving your bladder. Then your mom ends up saying to you, Do not change yourself until morning, and if you do, i will make you loose your control over your bowels AND bladder for at least a month. Deciding to take off your goodnite, just as your mom comes in, and so she hands you an ABDL diaper, saying, for disrespecting me, put this on, then come downstairs, to drink your milk.

only if you knew what was in the milk, you wouldn’t be at school, right now, trying  so hard to not poop yourself, then letting it out and seeing that you have 5 more hours to go, with no other diaper to change into, you get up and leave to go to the nurse, but as you are walking there, you see that your mom is near the nurses office, you then run to her, and she gives your drooping, drenched, diapered, butt a big swatt, and says, come with me to change your diaper...NOW!!!   

to be continued...... 

“When you aren’t expecting to be caught wearing a diaper, never mind, one with hot pink sides and princesses all over them.” Parent: why are you taking so long in the bathroom? you: hold on! i’m almost done! Parent: i’m coming in. you: (thinking to yourself: shit! i forgot to lock the door.) No You’re NOT! Parent: creak, goes the door. you: (trying to hide your diaper, you just finished taping on) throwing a towel over your legs. parent: oh my! why are you wearing that hideous pink diaper with ponies and princesses on it??!?!? you: i...can...exp- parent: never mind that question. you: huh? parent: YOU ARE TO GO DOWNSTAIRS...NOW! AND DON’T TRY TO HIDE OR COVER YOURSELF! UNDERSTAND? you: whatever! parent:  DON’T YOU DARE DISRESPECT ME! AND FOR DOING SO ANYWAY, I WANT YOU TO DRINK A GALLON OF WATER...RIGHT NOW! you: what the fuck! parent: FOR DISRESPECTING ME, AGAIN, YOU ARE TO DRINK HALF A GALLON OF MILK...RIGHT AFTER THE WATER IS FINISHED! you: fine.  ----------------45 minutes later--------- parent: where are you? you: going potty. parent: not what, where! you: in my room. parent: you better finish up and come back down here, before i get up there! you: hold----on------(grunts between words) parent: hurry up! im almost up here. you: starts to sob. parent: oh, did my baby go poop in their diaper? you: (still sobbing) parent: oh its ok.  you: no its not; i not only peed in my diaper, but i pooped in it. parent: don’t you worry, i’ll change you. you: ok. (sniffles) ------------------10 minutes later-------- you: i wish i never bought all of these diapers (looks in the closet and sees all of the 200-something stock pile of pink diapers that you bought) parent: don’t worry. it’ll only be a few weeks. you: if i can only pee a tiny bit every 5-6 hours, it’ll be a few months till i’m out of diapers. parent: not really, you’ll not only pee in them but poop in them too. you: true. parent: well you best be taking a nap. i have shopping to do soon. you: can i stay here? parent: no you: i have to go with you? parent: yes. and be sure to pack all of your supplies, and at least 25 diapers. you: huh? im already wearing one... parent: make that three. and i don’t want to change you every few hours. you: (looks down and sees that you are indeed wearing three princess and pony print-covered diapers.) and then realize that not only can you not put on anything to hide them, cute as fuck, diapers, you won’t be needed to be changed till at least 12-15 hours from now... parent: are you going to just stand there? or are you going to pack your rash cream, lavender-scented baby powder, lotion, diapers, change of clothes, changing mat, as well as a bag for your used diapers... oh whatever, i’ll just do it. you:----- parent: and for not doing as asked of you, you’ll be wearing only your diapers, an extra short tee-shirt, and suck on your hello-kitty pacifier. you: you wouldn’t dare! parent: just wait till you see the shirt you’ll be wearing! how adorable is this? (looked into your box of “games” and found your sleeveless onsie that has hello-kitty on it; and your pacifier.) you: whatever. parent: you better not disrespect me! you: what are you going to do? make me--- parent: (smacks your diapered ass.) and says, say it again, and likely to make you call your friends to meet you and i at the mall, so they see what a little sissy you are. you: liar! you and i will both be embarrassed! parent: not me, you! ------------little while later------------- In the car, you feel like your life is ruined. parent: is my little sissy wet her diaper yet? you: no. and don’t call me a sissy, just because i like hello-kitty. parent: then why did you buy the onsie and paci? you: i like hello-kitty and---- parent: you like hello-kitty and that’s why you’re wearing the onsie and sucking on the pacifier. you: are we there yet? i have t--- parent: have to what? go potty? why bother asking, if you’re wearing diapers? you: because i want to be independent. parent: oh im sure you’ll be independent, just as long as you go potty in your diapers, for mommy, ok? and not only pee, but poop, as well. you: i don’t need to poop. parent: well you’ll just have to eat some chocolate. you: huh? ok. parent: good sissy. you: now remember, you’re wearing diapers, and you’ll be expected to use them, to their full extent. you: you mean, soil all three diapers?  parent: just be polite and eat this chocolate. you: tastes good. parent: yes, exlax chocolate is quite tasty. (sarcasm)  you: well, i better quit eating the rest of this. parent: no you won’t. you: oh ok. ------------10 minutes later------------ you: (keeps squatting and trying to hold off the urge to go #2 and then your parent decides to pull you up, and in doing so, right as you managed to fight off the pain, swatts your behind, so hard that you ended up falling on your stomach and releasing all of your bladder AND bowels at the same time.) parent: get up, or else i will make you wear your soiled diapers till we go home! you: (gets up and sees that not only did you manage to soil the diaper closest to yourself, but also your second and third diapers.) parent: let’s get going! you: ok!!!! i’m getting there! parent: faster! you: i’m trying! i can’t walk as fast as you, when i’m wearing these soiled diapers! parent: well, you better find a way to hurry! it’s not like you soiled all three of your diapers, already. you: (unsnaps the crotch of the onsie, and shows everyone around, that you certainly soiled all of your diapers, completely.) parent: you’ve completely soiled yourself. well i best find a bathroom right now. unless... i let you walk around for another hour, before changing you. you: what? these are super full and they’re not able to hold much more! parent: well, maybe next time, don’t buy such thin diapers! you: they’re not thin, they’re just as thick as 4 soaked goodnites! parent: well that’s not as thick as 7 overnight diapers, now is it? you: no. parent: lets finish shopping, and then i’ll change you. you: i can’t wait that long! i have to go again, and most certainly, another 3 diapers won’t do. parent: i’m not changing you yet. you’ll just have to wait. you: whatever. parent: when we get home, you’ll be going straight to bed, and will wear 10 diapers, just so that i won’t have to change you at 3 am! -------------hour later-------------------- you: i’m about to let it out.(as you’re squatting to avoid the nearly impossible. right as your legs get sore, you feel your body shaking, and you carefully sit on the floor of the food court, you hear someone say, is that you, sweety? startled by the girls voice, you let out a small stream of pee, then as the girl approaches, you let out some of your poop.)  girl: oh don’t hold it in, let it out. you: (looks up to see your cute, sexy, diapered, girlfriend)  parent: oh my! girl: it’s ok. i’m his girlfriend. parent: you’re wearing a diaper too! girl: yes i am. and a matter of fact, i am wearing this diaper because my little guy here, has been asking me to support him and i gladly accepted to support him. and don’t worry about changing him, i can do it. parent: just so you know, he’s soiled all three of his diapers, and i don’t want him to be changed just yet.  girl: just so you are aware, he has just finished pooping and so i’ll change him, right now. parent: i’m afraid you’re not prepared to change him, since your only diaper is around your hips. girl: i have my own diapers in my bag, at my table, so just back down, before my little guy here, decides to pee himself out of fear. parent: whatever. just hurry back. girl: i think i will take him home, pack his things, and move him in with me. parent: how will you get in if neither of you have a key? you: i have one. parent: do not. you: yep i do. i won’t tell you where its at, cause you don’t care whether or not you go through my stuff. girl: lets get you all cleaned up. (grabs your diaper bag and takes you by the hand, into the mens room.) you: do you really have your own diapers? girl: no. i just snuck over to your house, and saw on your TV that your mom got mad at you for wearing a diaper, so i grabbed one and put it on, just so i can support you, just the way you asked me to. anyway, let’s change you, shall we? you: thanks for saving me. girl: no---prob--lem you: you ok? girl: i’ve felt the need to poop for about 10 minutes, now, but i thought, why not let it out?, there’s more than plenty of diapers and changing supplies for the both of us. you: go--od poin--t. girl: you go poop again? you: yeah. well my mom tricked me into eating an exlax bar, just so she could make me go in  my diapers. girl: lets hurry and change you, before your diapers leak. you: sure. ok. girl: before we do though, can you promise me that you’ll keep this diaper wearing issue, a secret? you: yes. i promise to keep this issue a secret. girl: good. lets clean you up now. --------------25 minutes later---------- you: do you want to be changed? girl: i think, i’ll be ok. you: ok. girl: lets head out before your mom gets home, so we can pack all of your 200-something count diapers, ok? you: sure. ----------5 minutes later---------------- girl: ok we are here. you: in your glove box is a small box with a set of 2 house keys. one for me, and one for you. girl: uh, you have a bit of a problem. you: huh? oh shit! mom’s home! girl: i’ll run in, as you’ll stay here. so your mom doesn’t try to keep you inside, ok? you: ok. I’ll lay down in the backseat, so she won’t see me. --------15 minutes later---------------- girl; sweety! open the door, so i can start to put your stuff in the back seat. you: sure. ---------------10 minutes later--------- girl: after we get the rest of these diapers in the car, we’ll head out to my place, ok? ----------------45 minutes later-------- you: alright, i think that’s all of them. girl: yep. By the way, your mom is sleeping in her room, i don’t why though. Anyway, lets head out. you: i’m so glad you helped me today. girl: you are probably wondering, how did i see your argument, with your mom? well i used the old tablet you gave me last month, and i was able to hack your mom’s profile password, and got into the security system at your house, and not only did i shut down the system, i reported abuse of user agreement, to the company, so they’ll be here tomorrow, to take the system. you: how did you shut it down, if i couldn’t even remotely access the system, via my mom’s phone? girl: simple. i not only did i get access to the system, but i was able to use a series of codes, to strip the account of any hidden features, unlocked the sub level account that managed all of the notifications of the system, turned them off, then i sent in a virus disguised as a “SAFE” protocol from the main user account. you: good thinking. but how will you be able to prove that you did all that, without getting charged with violating the law? girl: simple. filed a violation of custody orders, and got approval to basically save you. now before you go inside, you’ll need to either take off your diaper, or put on some more age appropriate clothes? got it? i’ll go in now, to buy you  time to change, so my mom won’t ask you a bunch of questions about your outfit? alright? see you inside. you: i didn’t see any clothes packed in the car, but i’ll look. (you then get up, but then realize that your diapered butt will be in view of everyone close enough to see you. so you end of crawling into the backseat, and that’s when you see the only other clothes in the car. a pink shirt and brown short-shorts. you then decide to put them on, but think, what about my diapered butt? so you get ready to take off your diaper, but soon feel the need to go, and not only pee, but poop as well. i’ll use the tablet to let her know, i’ll be out here for a bit. I need to either go or hold it and run inside, with the brown shorts over the front of the diaper, to then run upstairs to go to her room. And that’s when you see her coming back out, with your set of clothes you left here from the last visit.) girl: you ok? i got worried that you either got too shy to come in, or you had to go #2 again. you: yeah. well you see, you grabbed the only pair of my short-shorts, and another hello-kitty shirt. girl: just come in, no ones here till 10 pm. you: great! girl; but i plan to have some other friends come over, so you must stay up in our room, ok? you: alright. girl: are you going to just sit there? or come in? you: coming. i just had to fight to hold back my poop. girl: don’t worry, i’ve changed you before, remember? you: yes, but this may be worse then the three full diapers episode. girl: oh. well you can hurry to the toilet, if you want. you: i jus----t, nev---er mi-nd. i just went in my diaper. my tummy hurt too bad to hold it. girl: alright. lets get you upstairs, to change you and have some alone time. you: you mean,-----? girl: yeah, no. not sex, just you and me time. you: oh. got it. -------------a little while later---------- girl: do you want to see something i have been keeping hidden, just for you? you: um sure. (still trying to understand how your girlfriend has saved you. and can really rock the whole hello-kitty onsie and really loves to wear diapers, just like you.) girl: let head down to the playroom. you: ok. girl: here is your new room! it has all of the basic needs of a diaper lover. plus, you’ll be able to stay in here, since my mom has asked to have you stay here so we can get to know each other. Will you accept this arrangement? you: absolutely!!! but if there’s a catch, like i must wear my diapers 24/7, or wear a onsie all the time, then no. girl: i understand that you think you’ll be made fun of, for wearing diapers, but honestly, my family isn’t like any other family. For an instance, when i was about 12, i still wet the bed, but outgrew the regular size of girls goodnites and so my mom bought a whole bunch of these. (pulls out a large box of ABDL diapers out of the closet.) girl: i know it  may sound like i didn’t wet the bed for much longer, but this box was number 6 of all the diapers she bought for me. she used this room for me and let me go around and wear the diapers, until i finally quit wetting the bed...honestly i still wet the bed, from time to time. so i will put one of these on just about every night since my dad passed away. i didn’t wet the diapers that often, but when i did, i soaked them till they were brown. that’s how i ended up feeling bad about the way you were treated. you: oh my! girl: what? you: your diaper is soaked, right now. girl: i just let it out. and i could’ve left the room to go, but why bother wasting a perfectly good diaper, when i already pooped in it. you: may i change your diaper? girl: i guess so. i mean if you want to, that’s ok. you: alright. let’s clean you up. girl: may i go number two? one last time? you: be my guest. girl: (grunts and grunts, then finally lets it out.) you: oh my! did you really have to go? or did you make yourself go? girl: i put a muscle relaxer, up my ass, just so i could go. you: wow! girl: you’ve never heard of butt supositories?  you: no. it’s not that, you really let it out! girl: well, yeah. I really enjoy going pee, but never really knew what it felt like to soil my diapers, so i thought, since you’re here, i would at least try it. you: well, if you want me to, i will change you. girl: na. let’s enjoy some time together, first. you: ok. girl: how full are you? you: just a little bit, why? girl: let’s get you all cleaned up, so you can try your best, to out poop yourself, compared to me. you: alright. well, do you mind if we don’t wear any onsies?  girl: nope. i don’t care. ----------------10 minutes later-------- you: how are you? girl: great! i feel so much more relaxed, after pooping in my diaper. you: good. cause i need to go poop now, and thought, you could watch to see how full, i fill my diaper. girl: sure thing. let’s go at the same time! you: ok. girl: 1...2...3...GO! ---------------10 minutes later--------- you: wow! you must have taken another muscle relaxer...cause you out-filled me...again! girl: yep! i sure did! do you want me to give you some diretics, to make you pee more, without feeling when you have to go pee? you: sure! girl: let me grab some. brb. -------------------5 minutes later------- you: thank you! girl: no problem. it’s time to take a nap, down in the nursery, you ready? and before we lie down, lets get out of these diapers, before they end up leaking. you: sure! girl: let’s change our own, so we can assess how much we went, and if we should put on more than 1 or 2 diapers? ok? you: alright. ----------------15 minutes later-------- girl: you ready? you: yeah...i think so. girl: let me make sure your diaper is on tight enough, cause if not, you’ll need to either tape it on tighter, or put on another diaper. and btw, i put on 5 diapers; you sure your body won’t expell more than one diapers worth of pee/poop? you: no... i think i’ll put on a few more. girl: how about 4 more? you: you really think i’ll pee/poop more than 2 diapers worrth, in 45 minutes? girl: no. but we’ll be napping for an hour or more. you: oh, ok. girl: let me fix your diaper and put 4 more on you. you: alright.  girl: as i have been changing you, i noticed that, you get nervous about, something; is it that i’m your girlfriend, and i know your secret? you: well, yes. girl: i can fix that, if you want. i can make sure that i am the only one who’ll change you. you: sure, why not? girl: and to be sure you’ll be needing a change, after 2 hours, i would like to put 3 muscle relaxers up your butt, and have you drink 4 full glasses of diretics, is that ok? you: i think that’s a great idea! ---------------5 minutes after being changed, you sit down, and drink all 4 glasses, and let your girlfriend put 3 muscle relaxers up your, soon to be soiled and wet diapered,butt. ------------to be continued-----