    How to Become Incontinent

    Note: This story is 100% fiction. None of the characters are real, and
    none of the events really happened. Any similarities and/or references
    to real people or events are coincidental and not intended by the
    author.

    Summary: 12-year-old Robbie fulfills his lifelong dream of becoming a
    diaper boy by learning how to become incontinent.

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    Hi, my name is Robbie and I am 12 years old. I have had an obsession
    with diapers since I was 7 years old. But one day, I finally got to
    wear them again, because I became incontinent. Here is the story.

    The school bell rang. I ran toward my best friend, Ben. “Hey!” I said.

    “Come with me,” said Ben. “I know how much you like diapers.”

    “Yes!” I said excitedly.

    “So we’re going to the town meeting hall so you can learn how to become
    incontinent! It’s the only way you can get back in diapers without any
    trouble.”

    “You sure?” I asked Ben.

    “Sure I’m sure. If you gain total incontinence, you’ll be peeing and
    pooping your pants like a little baby boy!”

    “Wow!” My eyes lightened up. I could become a baby again!

    “So, what are we waiting for?! Let’s go,” I assured Ben.

    We arrived at the town meeting hall. I saw kids playing. But they
    weren’t just any ordinary kids; they were diapered kids. They ranged in
    age from 6 to 12 years old.

    “Good afternoon,” said a man. “Are you here for the lesson?”

    “Sure am,” I told him.

    “Well then, come right this way, please.” We followed him to an area
    with a computer projector and some benches. The man sat down and
    started the lesson.

    He talked about the basic steps to becoming incontinent. It was all
    simple: When you had to go to the bathroom, your bladder or bowels sent
    the signal to your brain, which told you. If your brain was damaged,
    the signals couldn’t be sent, which meant that you couldn’t control
    when you peed or pooped, which also meant incontinence.

    “You can try it,” the man said, “but it’s risky.”

    “Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it.”

    So we left from the town meeting hall and worked on a plan for me to
    become incontinent.

    The next morning, I finally had one: I would hang from a string, then
    move and run straight into a board; then fall and get knocked out,
    leading to brain damage. When we did it, I was a little bit nervous but
    also excited. I hung on to the string. “Ready?” Ben asked me. “Ready,”
    I said. Ben pushed me, and I ran straight into the board. Then I fell
    and hit the ground hard and I was knocked unconscious.

    I woke up in a small hospital room. My parents were standing across
    from the bed that I lay in. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake!” they
    both said.

    “Well, what happened?” I asked.

    “Oh, Robbie,” my mom said. “You had quite a fall, and upon impact you
    became urinary and bowel incontinent.”

    “Huh?” I lifted up the light blue hospital gown that I was wearing to
    reveal a Pampers Adult Youth Plus diaper on me. I smiled.

    It had worked.

    To Be Continued...

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