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By Little Sherri · Posted
Sleep deprivation can cause the mind to slip. This is far from a revelation - but, it's interesting to observe it in action. I got attacked by habanero wings last night. They were delicious, and normally, their thermal properties do not bother my insides for very long, but for reasons known only to the kitchen staff at that pub, I woke up at 3 AM with alarm bells going off inside. This unexpected rousing did allow me to make an observation: that I'd fallen asleep only three hours before, and my nappy was quite wet, so I'd obviously wet it early on in the proceedings, which is contrary to my assumptions, being that I didn't get to the "wetting" stage of events until later. I had passed wee while using the potty for #2, just before retiring, as is often the case, so I assumed that I wouldn't generate enough of it to require further relief, for at least a few, if not several hours, considering that I was sleeping, and not drinking anything. So maybe my reduced bladder capacity, a side-effect, presumably, of wearing nappies for 7 years, is also manifesting when I sleep? Or it might have been the beer, although I stayed drivable, so it wasn't that much beer. It's also interesting that I wet with zero recollection of doing so, but apparently in the right position for a thorough nappy storm, without side leaks or any linen consequences. I wasn't wearing my Kevlar-lined plastic pants. I was gratified, however, that despite the mutiny incidents reported a year or more ago, where it seemed like the team over in Department #2 were getting jealous of the lax rules in Department #1, I still woke up before anything happened. Which was a blessing, because without getting too graphic, had the remains of those wings been unleashed outside of a controlled environment, I might have ended up on the news. Certainly, my wife could have made a case for justifiable homicide, if she'd decided to take a moment and bludgeon me with her bedside lamp. But back to the mind-slippage - I got up before my alarm, having had trouble falling back to sleep, maybe because I was reading the news for the hour it took me to exorcise those avian demons from my inner sanctum. So, I climbed out of bed, did a quick nappy check - yup, still there, still wet, nowhere near critical, though - then, I pulled a robe on, and went downstairs to make coffee. It wasn't until I had the cup in front of me, that I realized I'd been ignoring an error message on the dashboard: my pacifier was still in my mouth. I very rarely engage in gratuitous pacifier use - I'm still kind of embarrassed about them, to be honest, even though they help my wife sleep, and that is the principal way they help me sleep, because she doesn't elbow me awake, when I start clicking my teeth. I can't do that, with a silicone nipple wedged between them. So, while I will pirouette around our bedroom, or occasionally other parts of the house, in an absurd nappy, I don't use my pacifiers outside of my bed, generally. I was somewhat dumbfounded to realize it was still in my mouth, and I pulled it out, just as my wife was entering the room. Not sure what to do with it, I placed it on the table beside my coffee cup, and drank my coffee, and read yet more worrisome news. My wife made no comment about its mysterious presence on our table, and I carried it back up with me when it was time to go brush my teeth. Hopefully, the Chicken Gods are done punishing me, and maybe I can sneak a nap in, somewhere. Sleep deprivation can cause the mind to slip. This is far from a revelation - but, it's interesting to observe it in action. I got attacked by habanero wings last night. They were delicious, and normally, their thermal properties do not bother my insides for very long, but for reasons known only to the kitchen staff at that pub, I woke up at 3 AM with alarm bells going off inside. This unexpected rousing did allow me to make an observation: that I'd fallen asleep only three hours before, and my nappy was quite wet, so I'd obviously wet it early on in the proceedings, which is contrary to my assumptions, being that I didn't get to the "wetting" stage of events until later. I had passed wee while using the potty for #2, just before retiring, as is often the case, so I assumed that I wouldn't generate enough of it to require further relief, for at least a few, if not several hours, considering that I was sleeping, and not drinking anything. So maybe my reduced bladder capacity, a side-effect, presumably, of wearing nappies for 7 years, is also manifesting when I sleep? Or it might have been the beer, although I stayed drivable, so it wasn't that much beer. It's also interesting that I wet with zero recollection of doing so, but apparently in the right position for a thorough nappy storm, without side leaks or any linen consequences. I wasn't wearing my Kevlar-lined plastic pants. I was gratified, however, that despite the mutiny incidents reported a year or more ago, where it seemed like the team over in Department #2 were getting jealous of the lax rules in Department #1, I still woke up before anything happened. Which was a blessing, because without getting too graphic, had the remains of those wings been unleashed outside of a controlled environment, I might have ended up on the news. Certainly, my wife could have made a case for justifiable homicide, if she'd decided to take a moment and bludgeon me with her bedside lamp. But back to the mind-slippage - I got up before my alarm, having had trouble falling back to sleep, maybe because I was reading the news for the hour it took me to exorcise those avian demons from my inner sanctum. So, I climbed out of bed, did a quick nappy check - yup, still there, still wet, nowhere near critical, though - then, I pulled a robe on, and went downstairs to make coffee. It wasn't until I had the cup in front of me, that I realized I'd been ignoring an error message on the dashboard: my pacifier was still in my mouth. I very rarely engage in gratuitous pacifier use - I'm still kind of embarrassed about them, to be honest, even though they help my wife sleep, and that is the principal way they help me sleep, because she doesn't elbow me awake, when I start clicking my teeth. I can't do that, with a silicone nipple wedged between them. So, while I will pirouette around our bedroom, or occasionally other parts of the house, in an absurd nappy, I don't use my pacifiers outside of my bed, generally. I was somewhat dumbfounded to realize it was still in my mouth, and I pulled it out, just as my wife was entering the room. Not sure what to do with it, I placed it on the table beside my coffee cup, and drank my coffee, and read yet more worrisome news. My wife made no comment about its mysterious presence on our table, and I carried it back up with me when it was time to go brush my teeth. Hopefully, the Chicken Gods are done punishing me, and maybe I can sneak a nap in, somewhere. -
That sounds like ya was havin fun ! I don’t know if I have ever sat cross legged, and filled my diaper , cause I am too old to sit like that ! But back a few years , I probably did ! But I really enjoy the feeling of a large poop just forms in the seat of my diaper , and before long , it’s squished up into the front ! But it’s been something , had to deal with for a while now , but unlike a lot of people on here , I never get a rash , and sometimes I am soaked and messy for 10-12 hours , or even longer ! My wife doesn’t mind , as she first diapered me , when this thing just started to happen , and rather than deal with it , I just was in shock ! But for the first 5-6 weeks , she changed me , and I just wanted to be dead , I was so , not the man , that was going to mess or wet himself , like some baby ! I had been a hard assed , biker since the mid 70’s , and then I had a bike wreak (not my fault ) but later it changed my life , to where I need to wear , diapers full time ! But I later found wearing and using diapers , wasn’t the end of the world , and that just feeling my diaper , just swell up , and become heavy , wasn’t so bad ! But my wife is still with me , and she loves me , so what’s , to bitch about 😎 -
By Little Sherri · Posted
That's awesome - I remember getting rare weekends to myself, and wearing for as much of the duration as I could stomach. One thing I would suggest is to have a couple of options on hand, so you don't nerve out on wearing one, because, for example, all you have is big ABDL diapers, and you decide that they're too bulky under your clothes. I have upsized my wardrobe to accommodate diapers at this point in my wearing career, but starting out, that wasn't the case, although you may have baggy or oversized clothing, in which case this won't be an issue. But if not, then having a slimmer diaper option for wearing out and about, can help you to "stay the course". Don't forget that you'll need a diaper bag of some sort with you, which isn't something you're probably used to thinking about. Although, of course, the rules are all yours to make and break - do whatever makes you happy in, or out of your nappy! -
Yeah , guy , I just got a , note or comment from you … and when I touched it , it vanished , but I woke up earlier this morning , well it’s just above your last comment , but my training pants are , so very dirty and full , I just pushed and even more came out ! I am thankful , I never get a rash , because it was only 3:24am when I woke up only to just fill it to the point , it’s up my back and crotch , and up over my junk in the front , and it’s soaked too ! I have no idea why , but finding myself in this predicament, feels better than sex …but being old , when body parts DONT , work as they used too , does have its perks ! 😎
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By Iminpampers2 · Posted
I sleep every night in just my diaper and sometimes when I wake up it's completely soaked and some other times I wake up and it's not only soaked but messy as well (although those are few and far between) but the majority of the time i wake up and wet my diaper or typically wake up as I'm wetting my diaper. About half the time I'll stay in bed until I've pooped in my diaper too but the other half I'll get out of bed and poop while having my morning coffee. Up until recently I lived in a basement suite and had an ice fishing tent right outside my back door where my wife and I would go to smoke and so in the warmer months I would go out there in just my diaper. But we were forced to move to an apartment building so I can only go around in just my diaper in our apartment. When I was in my 20's I lived in an apartment with a large patio with a surrounding half wall that came up over my waist so I would go out there to smoke/suntan in just my diapers but I discovered that the woman in the apartment above mine could see down onto my patio through a couple of drainage holes and had inadvertently shown my diaper clad form to her on several occasions (a fact she made me aware of on a chance meeting in the elevator) but she said that she thought it was cute and made a point of asking me where I got my printed diapers from.
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