summary: Hiram gets tired of always having to rush around to find a toilet and he enrolls in a school that makes him incontinent.

Hi! My name is Hiram. When this starts I was a senior in high school and I was getting close to graduation. I'm 19. One day I asked my mother why she named my Hiram, and she told me that it was in honor of a very dear old friend that her Dad (my grandfather) had.

When I was sitting in History 201 class I would suddenly have to piss. When the bell rang I would make a mad dash to the boy's room and fumble to get my fly unzipped and to get Henry out of my jeans. And, it always seemed like Henry didn't want to come out and he would try to hide on me. I would shake and shiver as I struggled to hold all of the piss inside of me, but invariably a few drops of piss would come out and run down my leg. Finally, I would succeed in getting him out of his hiding place and aimed at the urinal. Ah! What sweet relief as my bladder emptied. It was so refreshing as the agony left my overfull bladder and it emptied out. As I stood there totally relaxed it seemed like that as my kidneys made more piss that it was coming out immediately. Almost as if I was incontinent. But, then I could feel the muscles inside of me clamp it all closed. I would tuck Henry back inside of my damp underwear and zip up my fly. By the end of the next class, the dampness in my pants would usually be dried out. But, I was getting used to wearing damp pants.

After school I would go to work at Wendy's. I'm usually working on the counter serving customers. It seemed like just as we got a long line of customers waiting to be waited on that Henry would need to be emptied. I would keep moving around, crossing my legs and doing everything I could to keep Henry from emptying himself down my pants leg. Finally I would make a dash for the men's room and fumble around for Henry and then he could drain and be happy again. And, then I would get chewed out by Marla for leaving the counter when customers were waiting. Our cokes were free, and I drank quite a few, and that only made Henry need more relief.

I really liked the mall over in Twin Cities and I went over there quite often. The problem was that it took me 45 minutes to drive over there. And, it seemed like Henry was always wanting to be relieved in the middle of the trip. And, on the way back, the cokes over there would cause him to need to be emptied a couple of times. I had a couple of favorite spots along the road where I could pull off on the shoulder and go around and open the door on the passenger side and get Henry out to do his thing. A cop came along one day just as Henry was finishing up. He didn't really see me pissing, but he knew what I was doing. He chewed me out and finally let me go with a warning. After that, I got some cups and covers from Wendy's to keep in the car. I found that when Henry wanted attention that I could unzip my fly and get him out while I was driving and Henry would put it all in a cup. Henry also appreciated the fresh air that he got while I was driving and he was hanging out into the cup.

And, then, there was the problem during the night. I would get woken up because Henry wanted to go piss. After he did his thing, I would go back to bed, but getting back to sleep was a bitch. No matter what I did, it seemed that Henry wanted to get up in the night. I spanked him for it a few times. I spanked him so hard that he puked. But, still, he woke me up in the night. Just between you and me, I think that Henry liked it when I spanked him!

Then I got the inspiration to try wearing diapers. I tried a whole lot of them. But, at school I had to change for gymn, and this was in a locker room with a whole bunch of other guys. I knew that this wasn't going to work. But, on the days that I didn't have gymn, I wore one.

I wore one to work most days, and this helped a lot. I would put extra diapers in a backpack, along with wet wipes and powder. Then, when things slowed down on the line, I would go into a stall in the men's room and close the door and change my diaper.

But, leakage was a common problem. I learned that diapers don't like flooding, and I learned that when Henry had to go, he had to get rid of all of it. Henry would not spit out just a little. So, when he started pissing, it was a lot.

Henry really liked the feeling of the diaper around him. It was warm and cozy, and when I walked around he got really excited with all of the warm fuzzy feelings.

My first attempt at wearing a diaper was to wear it work. (Ya, I know. That was stupid!) I'm standing there taking an order from a cute girl that was in my class and Henry told me that he was full. I released him and he let loose a stream. This was heaven! This was so cool! I was standing there in Wendy's and I was wetting my pants. I was in heaven! She looked at me kind of funny, and then she asked me if I was all right. I came back to earth and told her that I was. I added the shake to her order and then I felt the hot piss running down my leg. I tried to get Henry to stop it, but he wasn't doing it. The diaper had leaked and now there was a puddle on the floor. The expression on my face must have been terrible, because she was asking me again if I was all right. I pretended to burp a long burp and I assured her that it was just a little gas. I finished up her order. Marla came over and asked me what the water was on the floor, and I assured her that I had spilled a drink. I mopped it up. Later in the shift I had to piss again. I didn't know what to do. I was beyond holding it. Henry was standing up tall and straight and his head was right near my belly button. And, suddenly, it was all or nothing. He let it all go. When Henry was all done I could feel him moving around. He was rubbing up against that wet cotton inside of the diaper and he was loving every minute of it. And, when he was done, he puked. I was waiting on Jerry at the time. Jerry is a good friend of mine. He looked at me, he looked at my face and then he said, "Dude! you look like you just shot your load!" In a very small voice I told him that I hadn't. I told him that it was gas. I told him that I had to leave, and I told Marla that I was sick. I punched out and went home. By the time that I got home my car seats were wet and so were my pants. I got in the house without anyone seeing me and I got out of the very soggy diaper. No matter what I did Henry let out all of the piss that he had built up.

That weekend, I went over to the mall, and I wore a diaper. Half way over Henry announced his discomfort. I let him let it out, and he immediately spit it out over the top of the diaper and into my belly button, and then the piss went down all over my pants - on the outside! I turned around and went home for fresh clothes. When I got in the house, Henry was laughing about it, and I had to spank him and make him puke to get over it. I put on a fresh diaper and spent the rest of the evening around the house.

I went to bed diapered that night. Henry was all excited about it. I spanked him inside of the diaper until he puked and he went to sleep. During the night he woke me up, just like always, to tell me that he had to piss. I told him that I had a diaper on and to just go and to leave me alone. I went back to sleep. About 4 in the morning I apparently rolled over and I hit a cold, wet spot in the bed. Panic set in, that then I remembered that I had told Henry to go, and apparently he did. I checked the diaper that I had on. That was supposed to catch it all. But, it didn't and most of the piss came out of the diaper and into the bed.

By 5 AM I had gotten fresh sheets and blankets on the bed, and I gave Henry firm instructions to leave me alone the rest of the night. Henry said that he understood and that he would leave me alone. I crawled into the fresh, dry sheets with nothing on. (Henry likes this!) It felt good to feel my dick and balls rubbing against the fresh sheets.

So, no matter how I tried the diapers, they leaked. And, no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't let out a little piss at a time. It was all, or nothing. Henry just could not be controlled, especially when diapers were involved. I gave up on the diapers and went back to the 'whitey-tightys'. Henry liked them, but not like he liked the diapers.

Well! Henry had gotten used to not giving me much notice when he had to be emptied. And, this didn't change. I'm sitting in World History class and Henry says that it's time. I tell him to wait until class is over and he tells me that he can't wait and he empties it all right there in class. I grabbed my dick to shut off the flow and got up and ran from the room to the men's room. By the time that I got there I was in severe pain from clamping off the stream of piss. When I could finally let the piss out, there was some blood in it. I had torn something in there when I had choked Henry. The teacher was really pissed at me and I had to go to the office about running out of the classroom without permission.

This continued on into the night. In the middle of the night, Henry said that it was time. By the time that I woke up I was already pissing. I grabbed Henry by the neck to stop him and ran to the bathroom and let it out. But, by then Henry had emptied out most of it and I had a wet bed to deal with. A while back I had had a 'discussion' with Mom about my clothes and I had started doing all of my own laundry. So, the wet sheets were my problem and she never noticed. I changed the sheets and went back to bed.

The fact of the matter was becoming clearer to me. It seemed like I was going to have to live my life within 5 feet of a toilet or else everything around me was going to be wet with piss.

While I was going through the Internet one day I saw the concept of being incontinent. This meant that as soon as my body made the piss that Henry would let it out into a diaper. No more flooding. No more leaking until the diaper had reached capacity. No more backing up until I couldn't hold it any more. I was all right with wearing a diaper in most cases, and Henry loved it!

And, then I found "The Incontinence School"

The Incontinence School assured me that they would teach me to be incontinent without the use of any drugs, without any surgery. I would become incontinent solely through training. The training sessions are a week long and they are held at their place. While they don't guarantee success, they do have an 85% success rate. 85% of their trainees leave there incontinent. They explained to me that I would be incontinent 100% of the time. I wouldn't be able to turn it on and turn it off.

They went on that I had been potty-trained at an early age and that it was in-grained into my mind that I had to control my bladder and my bowels. Their training program reverses that training; it trains the mind to totally forget all of the things that it knows about controlling my pee and poop. When the training session was all over I would be totally incontinent.

I would be in diapers for the rest of my life. I could always change my mind and potty train myself like my mother had when I was a baby. That would reverse the training that I had received at The Incontinence School. I would always need to carry spare diapers with me, along with wet wipes, and powder.

But, more importantly, I would never need to find a bathroom again, except as a place to change my diaper, and this was usually at my convenience, not because Henry was controlling things. Henry would be leaking most of the time. This meant that the diaper would not get flooded and it would give the diaper time to soak up the pee and wick it to other places in the diaper.

This was sounding like a tremendous place! I signed up!

I arrived at the school on a Monday morning. I was both excited and scared. Did I really know what I was getting into? I was excited that I would leave the problems of wet pants behind. I would no longer be having my life controlled by Henry.

As instructed, I had brought only a few things with me. They wouldn't be needed. The school operated most of the time on a one-on-one principle, just the instructor and me. This helped to insure the success of the program.

The school was being conducted in a house in a residential area. It seemed like a nice quiet area. While the house was no mansion, neither was it a run-down dump. The neighborhood seemed to match this house. It was white and it had nice shrubery along the front. My knock on the door was answered by Bobby and I was welcomed in. He took me into a bedroom off of the living room. This was to be 'My Room' for the training session.

It was a nice room. There were two windows which made it light and airy. There was a desk with a computer on it. The bed was a single bed with a nice forest green bed spread. I would soon learn that this bed also had a plastic mattress cover on it and there were spare sheets in the dresser. So, if something went wrong during the night I wouldn't ruin the bed and I could just change the sheets and go back to sleep. There was a night stand beside the bed and a reading lamp. My Room was nice. I liked it.

Bobby had some papers to go over with me. He explained that they were all just formalities. During the interview he filled out a form about my medical history. There was another paper that covered medical care if I got sick. He wanted to know about my potty training. I told him all about how demanding Henry had been lately. I signed them all. When he left my room, he told me that he would be back shortly and he wanted me to be all unpacked. He wanted me to get completely undressed and put on the pair of orange gym shorts that were on top of the dresser and to wear the slippers that were in the room. I was to put the rest of my clothes in the closet. I wasn't going to need them while I was here.

When he came back in my room, he was wearing just some green gym shorts and shower shoes. He had a glass of orange juice and a small glass of a yellowish liquid. He told me that the training would start with a thorough cleansing inside. The small glass was castor oil which would make me poop and it would clean out my guts. The orange juice would wash it down. I chugged it down, but it wasn't pleasant. He told me that would take a couple of hours to work. While that was cleaning out the top part of my guts, he also wanted to clean out the lower end. He led me to the bathroom and had me remove my slippers and shorts and to get up on a table that was there. I laid on my back and got comfortable. He fastened a padded bar to the ceiling with chains and hooks. He lifted my legs up over the bar. The backs of my knees rested over the bar.
I felt vulnerable right then. I had no clothes on, and while I wasn't tied up in any way, I really couldn't get my legs down from that bar without a lot of work. Both my butthole and Henry were fully exposed to him. My whole body was now exposed to Bobby. I had never been on display like this before. Not even to myself!

He lubricated his finger with some jelly and then I felt his lubricated finger find my butthole and then work it's way in. He took it out, and then he inserted the nozzle from the enema bag in there. He didn't do anything with it, it just sat there. Then he put shaving cream all over Henry and the rest of my pubic area as well as my butthole. I heard the click as he released the flow of the enema solution from the enema bag. He took out a razor and he started shaving me. He explained that keeping the diaper area hairless was important to becoming incontinent, and it was important for cleanliness. While he was shaving me I heard the click a few times. He was gradually filling my guts with warm soapy water he said. He wanted to get me all washed out. He would let the water flow for a few seconds and then shut it off so that I could rest and get used to the intrusion, and then he would release it for a few more seconds. I could feel my guts filling up with the hot water. The scratching of the razor, especially around Henry, was exciting and Henry came to attention about it. This didn't seem to bother Bobby.

Bobby was just finishing my front side when the enema bag gurgled, signalling that it was empty. Bobby told me to keep holding in the hot soapy water and he started shaving around my butthole. I hadn't been hairless down there since I was a kid. I had to agree with him that it would be easier to keep that whole area clean down there without any hair. When he had finished with the shaving he used a warm, wet washcloth to remove all traces of shaving cream.

By this time my guts were rumbling and feeling very strange. All of the way from my stomach all of the way to my asshole. It was obvious that the contents weren't going to stay in there much longer. Bobby put a plug in my butthole to make it easier for me to hold it all in. He helped me get my legs down off of the bar. Then, he helped me to move over to the toilet. He reached between my legs and he pulled out the plug that he had put in. A flood of enema water came flying out of there. There was a succession of splashes as it came out and the poop hit the toilet water. Bobby assured me that that was not all of it! There was more of the soapy water up in my guts that would come out - especially when the castor oil got down there.

Bobby had put away the bar that my legs had been hung over. He left for a minute and when he came back he had a glass of water and a chlorophyll pill. He explained to me that I would need to take these pills 4 times a day all of the while that I was here. The only thing that they did was to neutralize my body odors so that my poop and pee wouldn't have a smell to them. And, this glass of water was the first of 10 that I would have to drink every day in addition to the coffee and Pepsi's that I would be drinking every day. This would force me to piss a lot, and that would help me to develop the habit of only going in the diaper.

By now, my lower guts had emptied out all of the soapy water and poop. My upper guts were still rumbling, and they were getting louder. Bobby had me get up on the table again. He took a close look at my diaper area and decided that a Tena diaper would be a good one to try out first. He got me all diapered up, and because he knew what was coming he put on plastic pants over the Tena.

I got down off the table. I pulled the shorts on over the diaper. He sent me back to my room while he tidied up the bathroom. I sat down at the desk and started playing with the computer. I started exploring the games. I felt my guts rumble some more. By the time I had finished the first game, I just knew that I was going to shit. I got up and left my room and headed for the bathroom. I was going to rip off the diaper and sit on the toilet. Bobby had heard me moving and he met me at the bathroom door. He wanted to know what I was doing. I told him that I needed to poop. He told me to use the diaper. I had never pooped in a diaper before. He told me that this was a program to train me to be incontinent and that included pooping. We went in my room together. I sat in the chair at the desk and he sat on the bed. He explained that what was happening was that the castor oil was working and that it had cleaned my guts out and now it wanted to come out. He told me not to push it, and not to hold it. I was to just relax and let it do its thing naturally.

We sat there talking about things. He asked me about school. I had just graduated and I was almost 19. I felt some poop come out. It felt liquidy and I could feel it around my butt. He asked me what I was going to do after the training session was over. As I was telling him about going to college for business management, some more poop came out. This started going up around my balls. It felt like a warm velvet glove holding my balls. I was explaining my interest in business operations and that I had learned a lot from working at Wendy's. Some more poop came out. Now, it was all up my backside, and Henry was getting wrapped up in it.

Some more poop came out and I could tell by the feel that it had pretty well filled the diaper. Bobby got out some air spray and he sprayed that around. He reached down and pulled the plastic pants and diaper away from my body and looked in and he could see that it was pretty full. Now he was concerned that this diaper wouldn't hold it all. In fact, it seemed like it was coming out the top of my diaper in the back.

He took me in the bathroom and started the shower and told me to get in and remove the diaper and to get cleaned up. Euwww, that was nasty! I asked him for some help. He protested that I was going to have to learn to clean up my own poopy diapers. That this was part of being incontinent. I begged and he finally agreed to help, just this once.

He peeled off his shorts and stepped into the shower with me. He untaped the diaper and he carefully took it off and rolled it up. I could see that I was totally covered with poop. He took a handheld sprayer and rinsed all of the poop off of me. Henry was loving all of this and he was at attention. Bobby had just finished rinsing me off and I felt some more poop leave my butt and land on the floor of the shower. Bobby rinsed me off and rinsed out the shower. He handed me a towel to dry off with and I got on the table and he diapered me again. He didn't use any powder or lotion on me because we both knew that the diaper wasn't going to stay on for very long. Bobby had trouble getting the diaper on over Henry because he kept wanting to stick his head out of the top of the diaper. Finally Bobby stuck Henry down between my balls. That hurt! But, it was the only way that I could be diapered.

Bobby put his shorts back on and we went to my room again. He had me drink another glass of water. As we talked some more, I felt the poop running out into my fresh diaper. This time, the poop went right up around Henry's nose. Every time that I moved around a little Henry got more excited.

My diaper was all poopy and I told Bobby that I needed to be changed. He told me that one of the goals of this training session was for me to learn to deal with a poopy diaper. I was taking the chlorophyll tablets so that in a few days my poop would not smell and nobody would know that I had pooped my pants, except me. This was certainly a new feeling and it felt strange.

We talked some more and Henry was full. I told Bobby about Henry being full and he told me that part of the training was that when Henry was full that he should just be emptied automatically. As my training progressed Henry wouldn't tell me when he needed to be emptied. He would just do it. When I reached the point that Henry emptied himself without any effort from me then we would be at the first step in success with my training. My second step be when I realized that my diaper was wet, and I didn't remember pissing.

Henry emptied and made my poopy diaper even sloppier. I told Bobby that the diaper was full and needed changing, and we were just going into the bathroom so that I could get washed down when I pooped again. Now, I was a real mess!

Bobby was pleased that I had pooped involuntarily. This was progress and he reminded me that with both my pee and my poop that I was not to control either one. I should not try to hold either one in, and I should not try to push either one out. Just let them come out as they needed to. This was natural elimination.

This time Bobby didn't come in the shower with me, but he left the shower curtain open and he supervised my cleaning up efforts. After I got out of the shower and I got dried off, I got up on the table for a fresh diaper. This time he used some lotion on my whole diaper area. He said that the lotion would ease any burning from the shaving. Henry was already hard from all of the excitement and after Bobby had put lotion on my balls and around my butthole, and then up into my genital area, Henry was really excited and just as soon as Bobby put some lotion on Henry's head, he puked. This was really exciting. Noone else had ever made me cum. This was new. This whole experience had been new and exciting to me. I had never felt an explosion like this before! Henry immediately fell asleep.

Bobby wiped up the mess that I had made and he wiped off the excess lotion. He powdered my whole diaper area and he started to diaper me. I protested. I didn't feel like being diapered now. Bobby flat informed me that I was going to be diapered. One of the rules was that I was going to be diapered all of the time, regardless of what I had just done. The diaper went on real easily. Henry was sleeping.

We went back to my room. Bobby brought me a glass of water and another chlorophyll pill. He had me lay on the bed, and he put a hypnotic CD on the player and he told me to relax and concentrate only on the CD. He said that we would have lunch after the CD was done.

I fell asleep during the CD and I woke up when Bobby was shaking me. My diaper was dry. He had another glass of water for me to drink. Henry needed to be relieved and I relaxed and let it out. It seemed easier for the piss to come out. But, as I lay there relaxing and letting the piss flow, it leaked out the side of the diaper and onto the bed. I told Bobby that it seemed to be easier to piss, but I was still having a problem with leakage. We went in the bathroom and the changing table and he changed me. This change was uneventful. Henry hadn't recovered from the morning explosion and he slept through the whole process. The lotion and the powder really felt good, though. While I was eating lunch in the kitchen he got the wet sheets off my bed and made it up again. I apologized for the wet sheets and he told me not to worry about it. He said that it was all part of the training and it was to be expected. I had a couple of Pepsi's with the hamburger for lunch.

We sat down in the living room and started talking to me again about control of my bladder and bowels. He told me to not try to hold any of it in. If it wanted to come out to just let it get out. That's what the diaper was for. Don't try to push it out, either. Just let it all flow naturally. While he was talking I felt my guts moving and I relaxed. Sure enough the poop came out into my diaper and filled it up. I mentioned this to Bobby. But, he already knew because of the smell. The chlorophyll pills hadn't kicked in yet. He told me that the poop was because of the castor oil that was still working a bit. I wanted to be changed, but he made me stay there in the poopy diaper and to finish our training session. He told me that part of this training was to be able to poop in my diaper as I needed to and not panic, and to continue my routine until I found an appropriate place to clean up and change. The chlorophyll tablets will keep the poop from smelling and so I will be the only one that will know that I have a full diaper. Bobby said that I needed to get used to it.

After we had talked about this for a while, Bobby had me drink another glass of water. We went in the bathroom and he watched as I cleaned myself up from the poop, and then he put me in a fresh diaper. I love the feeling when he used lotion and then powder all over Henry and my balls. Henry loved it, too. Then we went in my room. He had me lay down on the bed. I was wearing just a diaper. He put another hypnosis CD on the player and he left the room.

I think that I kind of stayed awake during this CD, but I don't remember what went on. When it was over I was just laying there kind of zoned out. I could feel the poop in my diaper. Bobby had told me that the castor oil would probably continue to clean things out the rest of the day. But, I had no recollection of the poop coming out. As I lay there trying to remember when the poop came out Henry released my bladder full of piss. He had not announced that he had to, nor that he was going to. He just did it.

When Bobby came in with a glass of water and told me that supper would be ready in an hour, I told him about my full diaper and that I hadn't realized when it happened. Bobby was as excited as I was! We both knew that I was making progress, and quite quickly.

Bobby wanted to complete my initialization training. During this training, he had flushed out my lower guts with an enema, he had completely shaved my pubic area and he had done a top down flushing with the castor oil. After supper we went back in the bathroom and while I was washing off all of the poop, he set up the enema table and the padded bar to rest my legs on and he filled up the enema bag with clear hot water.

I got dried off and Bobby helped me to get into position with my legs over the bar and Henry, my balls and my butthole were fully exposed. Bobby used some lotion on my butthole and I could feel him working a finger in there. That really felt great. And, every once in a while he would hit a magic spot that drove Henry wild. He said that he didn't feel any poop in there and he asked me if I was ready. I told him that I was. He inserted the nozzle from the enema bag in my butthole and he started the flow. He massaged my belly and my guts to improve the flow and I could feel my guts getting fuller. When the bag was empty he removed the nozzle from my butthole and then he put the plug in to keep the water in my butt. Bobby found a few strands of hair here and there that he had missed when he shaved me and he got the razor and he quickly removed them. Bobby took down the bar and he had me rest my feet on the end of the table. All of the while the plug was still in my butt and I was holding the water in. He put some powder all over my body and legs and he was massaging me all over to help me hold the water in my guts. And, it was working. It was relaxing me, and I was kind of forgetting about my full guts. All of this time he was talking to me in a low voice, soothingly and almost hypnotically about losing my bladder control and peeing any time that pee was ready to come out, and he talked about pooping whenever there was poop that was ready to come out.

I don't know how long I laid there like that, but it was quite a while. By the time that he was ready to let me up, I didn't really feel the pressure in my guts any more. He told me that that was because most of the water had been absorbed into my body and it would be converted to pee. And, sure enough, as he was saying that Henry started letting loose with a stream of hot piss. I started trying to stop him but Bobby said that it was OK. There was a towel on the table to soak it up and that was what I had been training for.

Bobby took out the buttplug and I didn't have to poop any more. He put his finger in there and he felt around and he said that I was full of poop, but it wasn't sloppy poop. All of the liquid had been absorbed into my body. Bobby showed me how to double diaper, about cutting slits in the plastic on the first diaper and then covering it with another diaper. He double diapered me and then he gave me another chlorophyll tablet and some more water. I went in on my bed and he put another CD on the player and I fell asleep for the night.

When I awoke the next morning I could see why Bobby had double diapered me. While I was asleep I had pooped out everything in my guts into that diaper and I was totally soaked! In fact I had so soaked those diapers that some had leaked into the bed. The diapers had reached their capacity! And, then some!

My initialization was now completed. My body had been thoroughly cleaned - inside and out. A foundation had been established for me to build up from. There would be no more enemas while I was in school. The poop was to flow naturally without any forcing. Bobby told me that after I had completed the training that I might want to give myself an enema sometimes in order to control when the poop would come out. He said that if I was to have an enema every morning that I would become dependent on enemas for pooping, and that would also establish a cycle for me for pooping. I would poop every morning and then I wouldn't have to worry about it any more during the day, unless something that I ate reacted with my guts and caused me to suddenly poop.

I liked the enemas and I wanted him to give me one everyday. But, he told me 'no'. In order to be truly incontinent, I needed to establish the mindset that the poop would come out any time, any where. He said that I needed to wait until after graduation to start that self-training, if I still wanted it.

Everyday for the rest of the school I drank the 10 glasses of water, spread across the day. I don't know how many diapers that I went through every day, but it seemed like Bobby was constantly changing my wet diaper. With each day I found that more and more I was peeing and not realizing it. I was getting really good at being incontinent.

On the morning of the next to the last day of incontinence school, as well as the day that I was to go home I woke up in a wet diaper. This showed me that this course at the Incontinence School was a tremendous success and it had succeeded in making me incontinent.

I graduated from the Incontinence School as an Honor student. Bobby gave me a set of hypnosis CD's with my graduation.

It's Fall now. I'm following my plans and I'm going to college and I'm in a business management course. This is a great way to go to school. Some of the classes I can take on the computer while I am sitting at home wearing just a diaper. Some of the classes I have to go to the campus for and sit in class. I wear a diaper to those, too.

I am diapered full-time now. Henry no longer tells me that he has to piss. He just lets the pee flow when it needs to come out. Sometimes I can feel the piss leaving my body and soaking the diaper, but not usually.

Night time is just as great. I can sleep the whole night through. Bobby had shown me some ways to make stuffers for my diaper and I do that every night. Since the piss is no longer flooding the diaper by coming out all at once, and it comes out a little at a time, the diaper can hold it all. I wake up in the morning in a wet diaper, but the bed is dry. The relaxed feeling of an empty bladder feels great and I can sleep better.

I listen to the hypnosis CDs once or twice a week as reinforcement. I probably don't need them, but they do help me to go to sleep.

Pooping is something that I hadn't counted in when I made the incontinence plans. But, Bobby was insistent that it had to be all or nothing. And, since I already have a diaper on, I might as well get my money's worth.

For the first few days after I got home from The Incontinence School I did a quick enema every morning as a part of my shower and let the poop go down the drain in the shower. Then, one day I was tight for time in the morning and needed to get to Wendy's right away. My classes that day were by computer and I could do them after my shift at Wendy's. So, I skipped the shower and the enema in the morning. About half way through the shift I felt the poop getting ready to come out. I started to panic, and then I realized that I had done this in the school, and the chlorophyll pills were keeping all of the smells away. So, I just relaxed and I let the poop flow, just like Bobby had taught me. I never missed a beat in waiting on the customer. The poop was kind of squishy and it just flowed all over the place, including all over Henry. He liked that. By the time that the shift was over and I got in the car I was tired. I had been on my feet all day. As soon as I sat in the car, the poop squished and it went all over my butt and my balls and then Henry. It felt kind of good. When I got home I got undressed except for my diaper and I went to the computer and sat down in my wet and poopy diaper in front of the computer and I worked on my lessons. I had just finished my course work when I realized that my diaper was leaking. I went into my bathroom and stripped of the messy diaper and took a long, relaxing shower. Then I got diapered.

Mom and Dad now know about the incontinence school and that I am wearing diapers all of the time. They understand my reasons for making myself incontinent, but they don't really approve. We came to an understanding. I am old enough to make my own decisions. They won't stand in the way of my wearing diapers, but they don't want to see any diapers, any time, any where. New ones have to come in the house when they are not home. The dirty ones have to go out into the trash when they can't see them. They don't want to see me in diapers, and they don't want to see them sticking out of my pants, or shorts. I agreed.

I've always got a backpack with me. It's got wet wipes, powder and fresh diapers in it. I also keep a spare pair of black pants in it, in case I leak too much.

I think that life is a LOT better now! The only 'porceilin facility' that I have used since the school is the shower. And, that dowsn't count. I never feel the sensation that my bladder is full and the tenseness that this brings, so I am more relaxed. And, I'm more productive at work.

Incontinence is great!