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  1. Great! Thanks Hooked and Christine for the info/link to the eBay seller. I'll check it out.
  2. I gotta agree with Bill. You don't want to let birds or other critters plug up your chimney or you'll have a smoked up house at best and a chimney fire at worst.
  3. I agree that it is good news for us plastic-backed users. I don't know how good they would be quality-wise, but it would be good to have something that might be stocked in stores like WalMart, Target, Walgreens, CVS, etc. That way there would be something available for quick purchase if you are running out, even if they are not your first choice. I find the whole "cloth" vs. plastic-backed debate interesting. I left the DL scene for about 20 years at a time when most, if not all, adult diapers were plastic-backed. When I returned recently the whole things was flipped upside down. Now almost no plastic-backed are made and I don't know of any regular (not medical supply or ABDL) stores that carry them. I bought a pack of CVS brand briefs with cloth-like backing. I found them fairly absorbent and leak-resistant, although I used them with plastic pants, as I usually do even with plastic-backed. They were alright, but they just didn't have the right feel. I can understand the advantage of them if you want to be discrete in public, but I just wear at home. I wore cloth diapers as a baby, but have no real memories of that. When my diaper interest began, around the age of 5 or so, disposables were still not in wide use. By the time I actually was old enough to act on my diaper urges and get some myself at around age 12, the diaper market was rapidly switching from cloth worn with waterproof pants to disposables with a plain white, crinkly outer covering. That is what I bought first, the early Pampers. The Gerber baby pants were also still widely available in supermarkets and they also formed a part of my diaper fun even though I could barely fit into the largest ones at the time. I think I am fixated by the plastic-backed disposables worn with the plastic pants, not because of that being any recollection from my own time as a baby or even what was in use when I first recall being attracted to diapers, but because it is the kind I first used as a kid when my diaper lover desires were finally acted on. There is just something about the crinkle of the plastic backing and the vinyl pants that is part of the equation for me. I loved the smell of the Pampers too, something that is missing from adult diapers. Maybe there are some ABDL brands that have it, but I'm not familiar with those if there are. If somebody could come up with a spray to be applied to diapers to replicate that Pampers scent, it would be wonderful.
  4. I'm replying again to this since there have been more "last times," a couple of them noteworthy. I have been pooping and peeing in diapers every day now for the last 7 weeks or so when my diaper-loving side came out of
  5. Welcome, AbabeBill. I am pretty new here myself. I too must say that your DL history is a a lot like mine except I never had any bed-wetting issues at any time. I just thought that wearing diapers and plastic pants was something I really wanted to do from around age 5. I'm about the same age as you and wore cloth diapers with plastic pants as a baby way back in the 60's before the astronauts landed on the moon wearing their space diapers. I won't go into my complete history, other than say it is similar to yours. It is all in my intro. Strange how this diaper/plastic pants fascination manifested itself in similar ways and at about the same age for so many people.
  6. I'm sitting in a wet, poopy diaper right now. My second this morning! I got up early, got diapered, had coffee, then pushed out a nice load of soft, warm poop while I lay in bed. I peed several times over the next couple hours and eventually made breakfast. By the time breakfast was ready my disposable diaper was sagging so badly from all the wetness from even more coffee that I was afraid to sit in it for fear of a leak, even though I had plastic pants over it. I had to eat standing up. I finally had to change because that diaper couldn't hold any more. I love the squishy feeling of a disposable diaper that is completely saturated. When I took of my plastic pants to change, the whole bottom of the diaper had a nice brown blot showing through the white plastic backer. I finally took it off, got cleaned up, and thought that would be it. After I got my big boy underwear on I started to feel like there might be more poop on the way. I don't have anything going on today, so I wasn't going to let the opportunity be wasted, so back into another diaper. I had another poop, not quite as much as the first, and then peed a bunch more, so my diaper is just as soaked as the first one. I can feel it starting to wick up the top of the diaper in back and I can really smell it, so I'll have to change as soon as I finish this. It has been a very wet, squishy, stinky morning.
  7. I sadly remember nothing of being changed or wearing diapers as a baby or toddler. I do, however, remember sitting on my little potty. I also recall having a pooping accident in my underwear when I was probably about 5. I was with my dad at his work, but not sure if he was actually working at the time. We may have just stopped in there. I had a sudden urge to poop. I think there may have been someone in the only restroom and had
  8. A fantasy I would enjoy involves me being a toddler again maybe around 3 years old. I think that is (or should be, at least) just a really cool time of everyone's life. You are old enough to be able to run around the house on your own, tell adults what you want, ask questions, play with other kids, and do fun stuff. You can do a lot more than an infant. Still, at this age you have almost no worries or responsibilities. School still hasn't started for you. Potty training is likely the most demanding thing being forced on you by adults, but even that is with patience and understanding that there will be accidents and setbacks. The world is still a mostly wonderful place, punctuated by a few owies and boo boos and runny noses that are distressing, but don't last long. My toddler fantasy involves me playing outside on a summer evening in the backyard with several other neighborhood kids, some my age and some maybe a little older. It is hot and I am dressed in just a tee shirt and training pants covered with toddler-sized Gerber plastic pants and with the little kids' flip flops that have the extra elastic strap around the heel to keep them from falling off. I'm not embarrassed about it because a couple other kids my age are wearing diapers or training pants too. I've started to use the little potty, but I'm still not quite ready for big boy underwear yet. We're all playing and having a lot of fun when I feel the urge to poop. I'm supposed to go in and use the potty if I need to poop or pee, but everyone is having such a good time I don't want to miss any of it, so I try to hold it. Finally I can't hold it anymore. I give up and relax as I squat in a corner of the sandbox. I can feel the seat of my training pants begin to bulge as it fills with a big, warm, mushy glob of poop. At first it feels icky, but then it settles into place and I find it isn't that bad to walk around. I know I should go in the house and get my poopy pants taken care of, but I can wait a little longer. The kids are playing on the swingset and I want to join in, but I still haven't sat down. As long as I'm standing up the poopies stay down in my pants and off my butt. Finally I give in and sit down on the swing. I feel naughty when the poop squishes across my butt, but I enjoy it. It is like when I was wearing diapers and pooping them all the time. None of my little friends seem to notice anything. The plastic pants hold in the smell. The neighbor mom calls out that she has Popsicles for everyone. We all run over there and get our treats. We run and play some more. A couple of the other kids go in to go potty. I'm needing to pee, but I'm afraid if I go in with my poopy pants, I'll have to get cleaned up and then stay in. Finally I can't hold back anymore and I let a little pee leak into my training pants. It is soaked up quickly and doesn't feel too bad. Then I let a little more out. Soon I'm emptying my bladder. It is warm and feels good at first, but then starts to feel kind of uncomfortable. We are running around catching lightning bugs that are starting to come out at dusk. Soon we will all have to go in for the evening and have our baths and it will be bedtime, but not quite yet. I pee some more into my already soaked training pants. I ride around a bit on my trike. A little girl climbs on the step on back and I give her a ride. She asks if I farted. She can smell something. The poop that was already soft in my training pants has almost liquified as it mixed with my pee. As I sit on the seat of the tricycle, the poopy mess in my training pants soaks through and squishes out the leg openings. "Eww, you pooped your pants," my little friend says. The other kids hear her and gather around. A telltale dark spot is visible through the milky white vinyl of my plastic pants. The kids are all both grossed out and fascinated at the same time by my little accident. At first I'm ashamed and try to deny it and hide it by sitting down, but there is no hiding the smell by this time. It is kind of neat being the center of attention, even if it is for having poopy pants. No one seems to really mind and we keep on having fun for a few minutes more. Finally my mommy comes out on the back porch and calls not just me, but all the rest of the neighbor kids to come into our house. She has made cookies and has milk for everyone. We hurry in. I don't want to tell mommy about my poop accident, but she smells it right away. She isn't cross with me, but I can tell she isn't happy. The other kids have to wait while she begins to change me right there in front of everyone like she did when I was a little baby. She lays me down on a towel and pulls off my plastic pants, then my soaked, brown stained training pants. My butt is plastered with sticky, stinky poop. Carefully I am wiped clean and put in fresh training pants and plastic pants. "That will have to do until you get your bath," she says. "I thought you were going to use the potty so you can start wearing big boy underwear." We all get our milk and cookies and it is time for the other kids to go home. Mommy and I both know that there will be more accidents before I am ready for big boy underwear.
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