Dougie1970

I have always had an attraction to diapers and everything associated with being little. I grew up with a loving and patient mom who cared for me and nurtured me in the best way possible. I have early memories of being diapered and having my diaper changed. From as early as three years old, I remember the changing table my mother used, I remember the sound of the diaper tapes being pulled off, and remember the corner shelf in the room where the diapers were neatly stacked along with the necessary changing supples. I remember mom's soft touch and the sound of her gentle voice as she comforted me and changed me. I also remember when mom began putting me in training pants. Since I was older, these memories are even more vivid. I remember the snaps up the sides and the plastic pants that were put on over them. I was a late learner and somewhat stubborn when it came to using the toilet, so I can also remember the warm wetness that spread across the front and the bottom and the coolness as I stayed in the wet pants for longer periods of time. This was still a daily occurance even as I turned five. I remember my special corner that I would visit to poop. It was a special feeling to sit quietly and push out a warm, sticky poop in to my training pants. I remember the sag in the bottom and the smell that permeated the areaafter I finished my business. As mom discovered it, she would ask, "Do you have dirty pants?" then put her hand on my bottom, then pull away the waistband of my pants to peek in and confirm before I could answer. I would then be led off for a change. I was always changed on a table of on the bed and flat on my back just as i was as a baby or toddler. She would pull the snaps away at the sides and open the front, lifting my legs for the first wipe of the change. Sometimes I tried to peek in and see the mess I had made. After I was wiped clean, mom took the training pants and swished them in the toilet, rinsed them in the sink and dropped them in the diaper pail standing in the corner of the bathroom. She would let a few pairs accumulate before soaking them in downy and just a bit of clorox. It was a daily routine. That diaper pail stood in the same corner until I was about 12 years old. I did start using the toilet on and off when I started school, but continued to wet the bed at night. I was intorduced to cotton undies for daytime but could shake the appeal for the feeling and emotion that went with going in my pants. !wanted the attention and wanted to be changed

About 10 minutes ago. I changed my wet overnight diaper and was watching TV all snuggly and cozy in a fresh diaper. I’m wet and poopy now

I would be a four year old boy

I just did this for the first and second times this month! It is amazing. I did not take a suppository though. I showed up in an already wet pull-up. She checked it then changed me into a diaper. We played and cuddled and then I pooped my diaper. She put me on the changing table and changed me. (I also shaved to make the diaper change easier). Hope you have a great experience too!

I like to find a dark corner of my closet and get down on my knees. It makes me feel totally regressed because its the way I did it when I was little.

Shame and humiliation is a big part of it for me. Growing up, I had an aunt who would comment in front of others about the fact that I had wet the bed again or that I was eight years old and still pooping in my pants. My little remembers being led to the bathroom to have my pants changed once again. It gives me the warmest of feelings.

I LOVED Underoos as a child in the 70s and early 80s! Those were the days before Goodnites and Pull-Ups. I wet them so many times that mom starting having me wear plastic pants over them at night. Also remember wearing my Superman underroos and pooping in them. My grandma said “Superman’s gonna have a hard time getting of the ground with that load in his britches!” ??

Samantha Stevens 1000%

I see a therapist regularly, mostly just for someone to talk to openly and honestly about my DL side. We have a great relationship. I joke with her that she is helping to potty train me!

My 9 year old son wears Goodnites. I wish they would fit me. The closest thing I can find is the Abri-Flex pull-ups they are the only ones with a wetness indicator.

I never knew there was such a thing as AB or DL until about 10 years ago when I found the sites. Until then I thought I HAD to be the only one that was into this. I was a late potty trainer and bedwetter growing up. As I remember, I was about 7 when I started going in my pants intentionally during the day. I liked the feeling. I would wet on car trips and pretend to be asleep or would be playing outside and get an urge to poop and do it in my pants. Or go in my pants with the sitter. I stopped at about 10 but then at about 12 became curious again. I wet the bed on purpose. The feeling, the smell, the reaction from my mom...it was all just so intense! Not to mention I was at the age where “something else” happened too (my first org was in a wet bed). Soon I was wetting every night again, “tanking up” every afternoon so I would. I ruined a mattress (I miss that thing) and mom bought me a waterbed. Not long after starting to wet the bed again, I pooped in my pants. I hid that for the longest time. I had many doctor and therapist visits and many of those talks with my mom. I have since told her about being ABDL. Neither of us had any idea then!

I suck my fingers and thumb. Mom tells me I stopped when I was about 5 but then started again. I would.suck my fingers when I had wet or pooped in my pants and I still do.

That’s too cute!

Just finished pooping. Wearing my pull-up from nighttime.

I haven’t been changed by someone else in many years but it is something I think about often. Growing up, I had my diaper changed by my mother and grandmother most of the time. My aunt and a sitter watched me at times and would also change me. I Was a bedwetter until age 11 or 12 and at about age 7 discovered the pleasure of messing. My night diaper went on after dinner and bath and I would play in my room until bedtime. I would poop in my diaper and tell mom or grandma. They would usually take me to the back bedroom and have me lie on the bed. I can remember like yesterday the sound of the tapes being ripped away (this was long before pull-ups). I would always take a peek down there to check out my work. My grandma was a talker and would make comments while she was changing me.. “.Whewee! “ Or “messy boy” ..or sometimes a bit of a scolding from mom like “you are too big to be messing your britches”. I loved the attention and kept doing it. I miss being changed. I wish I had the courage to ask my wife to do it!

My family knows that I am a bedwetter and always has. One close friend also knows. She and I have always had an emotional connection. (She really reminds me a lot of my grandma) I have been able to talk to her about things that are troubling me. One night we were up very late and discussing my tendency to lack self-confidence....That's when I told her that I was a bedwetter growing up and a virgin until age 27. She hugged me and made me feel better. I later told her that I was still a bedwetter. We still talk often and as far as I know she hasn't revealed it to anyone

The only thing that bothered me as a child was being ashamed to go to sleepovers, so I missed them entirely. I grew up with lots of family around and I was "the baby"of the family so my siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc all knew. I was late to potty train too and was in diapers far longer than the others. To this day it makes me feel warm and secure to be in a diaper at night. A great feeling being a bedwetter

Someone has always let me know when I smell like pee. My mother had a nose like a bloodhound and if she caught a whiff she would ask me or put her fingers down the front of my pants or in some cases pull back my back waistband. My wife can smell it too. She will tell me that my pj bottoms stink and to take them to the washer

Sometimes I do. Just for the inconvenience of having to clean-up and dispose of the dirty diapers. I messed my pants as a kid everyday and until about 9 years old my mother or grandmother cleaned and changed me. When they stopped, I stopped doing it as often. At age 13 I started wetting the bed everynight again after being dry for two years. Messing soon followed and I have been doing it for almost 35 years now (although not on an everyday basis). I still wouldn't want to stop because the feeling of messing my diaper far outweighs any hassle of cleanup

I am in Conroe

This is how I feel most times too. I love the feeling of laying there with a poopy diaper knowing what I’ve done and feeling a bit embarrassed but wonderful at the same time!

My mom or grandma diapered me for bed until I was about 10. Just about every morning I would be asked if my diaper was wet. Even during the day I was constantly being reminded to go or having my pants checked

I just woke up and my pull-up was wet. I just finished going poopy in it too. Still lying here in my saggy smelly pants

As a kid in the late 70's and early 80's, I wore under-roos. They were patterned after superhero costumes. I had Incredible hulk (white with green trim), Spiderman (red/blue), Superman (red, blue and yellow) and batman (grey/blue).

I love Abri-flex pull-ups. I wear them to bed every night. They remind me of Pull-ups that little boys wear when they are potty training. They have the colored pattern on the front that changes colors when they are wet.