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Yeah I'm fine. How are you?  Correct.  I release slowly and gradually, but everything eventually comes out. If someone doesn't want to subscribe, the only price is patience. (Though I hope I earn a few subscribers of course).

Hi. I hope this is a nice forum. It's my first time here. I live in Poland. I'm more AB, than ABDL.

I'm back from a night of being somewhat openly diapered, and making definite bad decisions. To his credit, although he cracked that joke about bringing my "Huggies" on the phone, when I got there, he never mentioned it again. I'd have been fine with it, if he had - you play stupid games, you get stupid prizes - I but I appreciated that it didn't need to come up again. I enjoyed their company, drank many IPA's, and quietly leaked into my Active Air for the latter part of the evening.  I made a very bad decision, at bedtime, however, and it's one that I don't remember, a side-effect of being well in the embrace of Lady Ethanol, and it being late, after a punishing week. However, I then made a good decision, after the bad one.  My terry-lined plastic pants saved my life last night; when I woke up this morning, I was astonished to realize that I'd put my BeDry Night Premium bedtime diaper on over the aforementioned Active Air.  I never do that, because it's a terrible idea - I was essentially wearing three diapers, when I fell into a coma, if you count the terry liner, and we know that, in this case, they do not necessarily multiply each other's capabilities, instead generating weird failure modes. And such was the case last night - the Active Air was drenched, an absolute write-off, and the plastic pants' liner was wet, but the BeDry Night was only a little damp at the front, at the top, and indeed, I've been wearing it since I got up. If I hadn't had those plastic pants on, I'm fairly sure I'd have had to stage a fire, to get around admitting that I'd soaked his guest bed, again. His wife would love that, I'm sure.  I briefly contemplated deep-sixing the BeDry Night for another Active Air, but I talked myself out of it - the diaper had, and has, lots of life left in it, and anyway, the people I was going to be sipping coffee with, know I wear diapers, so I just pulled my jeans on over my largely unscathed super-diaper, and went down to their kitchen to join them. I'm not worried about the "tells" of such a product, when I'm out and about in public, on the premise that most people do not expect the dumpy middle-aged guy pushing a cart through the seafood section of the supermarket, to be wearing a diaper, so they aren't looking for confirmatory evidence, and in fact, they aren't looking, at all.  But since they know, I thought that they might be more attuned to filter out the visual, and indeed, auditory noise, that typically is relied upon for camouflage, leading me to feel a bit self-conscious. However, I realized I was being dumb - something I'm apparently prone to, at their house. They presumably don't care, or I probably wouldn't have been there. 

I'm not sure tbh, most places in Europe use Kg as it understand it so like me in the UK, having been habituated to our sole use of stones and pounds, may find it difficult to actually picture a person of that weight? Tbh I don't really take on board the descriptions and figures of characters much, my own imaginings of them tend to vary wildly from the authors intent, to much Robert Jordan in my youth desensitised me to descriptive writing.

Easy going daddy for AB - DL lads who want to play out ur dreams. Fully cared for depending on ur age, regress or just wear for comfort. It’s amazing to c lads really happy in there little space