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Hey everyone! Has anyone tried the European Tena Super? I’m living in Spain and just saw them at the pharmacy. I'd love to hear some feedback or if anyone has any info on how they perform. Thanks! Here’s a picture of them. -
Yup, and now she's stuck in baby and punishment mode. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 41: The late afternoon sun cast long golden shadows across the canyon as Bill and Chris finally made their way back toward the shuttle stop. The excitement of the day had softened into a sleepy, content exhaustion that settled warmly over both of them. Chris walked slower now, his hand tucked securely in Bill’s while Elvis rested beneath his other arm. His cheeks were slightly pink from the Arizona sun despite the sunscreen, and a few wisps of hair stuck out wildly beneath his cowboy hat from the wind. “You got a little sun today,” Bill observed gently. Chris touched his cheek dramatically. “Am I turning into a tomato?” “Maybe a tiny one.” Chris gasped. “Cowboy tomato.” Bill laughed softly as the shuttle bus pulled up beside them with a hiss of brakes. Inside, the bus felt pleasantly cool after the warm afternoon outside. Most of the passengers looked tired in the same happy way — quiet conversations, sleepy children leaning against parents, cameras full of photos and memories from the day. Chris immediately claimed a window seat again while Bill settled beside him. The moment the bus started moving, Chris noticed something tiny perched near the edge of the window frame. “Daddy,” he whispered urgently. “LOOK.” A little desert lizard no bigger than Bill’s hand clung to the outer windowsill near the back of the bus, somehow riding along despite the movement. Its tiny toes gripped the metal while its head darted curiously from side to side. Chris lit up instantly. “Oh my gosh.” He pressed closer to the glass carefully, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. The little lizard tilted its head slightly as if noticing him too. Chris tapped the window gently. “Hi buddy.” For the next several minutes, Chris stayed completely entertained by his tiny reptile companion. He whispered dramatic narration for its “adventure,” insisting the lizard was clearly hitchhiking across the canyon in search of snacks and treasure. Bill simply watched him with quiet amusement. The warm sunlight through the windows caught Chris’s sleepy face perfectly — pink cheeks, crooked cowboy hat, pacifier clip hanging from his shirt, pure happiness radiating from every expression. It struck Bill again how magical the whole trip had become. Not because of the destinations. Because of moments exactly like this. Eventually the shuttle rolled back toward the lodge area, pine trees replacing canyon cliffs outside the windows once again. Chris gave the lizard one final solemn nod before it disappeared from sight. “Goodbye, brave traveler.” Bill chuckled quietly. “I think you made a friend.” Back at the hotel, both of them were starving after the long day exploring. The hotel restaurant buzzed warmly with evening energy — families laughing over dinner, hikers recounting their adventures, soft country music drifting through the rustic dining room. A giant stone pizza oven glowed near the back wall while the scent of garlic, melted cheese, and baked dough filled the air. Chris studied the menu very seriously. Then he frowned. “Daddy…” “Yeah?” “They don’t have Christmas burritos.” Bill immediately burst out laughing. “Buddy, this is a pizza place.” Chris looked genuinely disappointed. “But I was craving them.” “You just had them like yesterday.” “And they were AMAZING.” Bill grinned while gently steering him back toward the pizza section of the menu. After several minutes of negotiations, Chris finally agreed to split a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and breadsticks. “Fine,” he sighed dramatically. “But Christmas burritos are still winning.” “Noted.” The pizza arrived bubbling hot a short while later, and Chris immediately forgot all complaints. Within approximately thirty seconds, sauce somehow ended up everywhere. Cheese stretched across his chin. Pepperoni slid off slices. At one point he gestured too enthusiastically while talking and nearly launched a breadstick across the restaurant. Bill laughed harder with every passing minute. “You are an absolute disaster.” Chris grinned unapologetically through a mouthful of pizza. “It’s really good.” Several nearby diners smiled watching the pair laugh together, and one waitress complimented Chris’s cowboy hat again as she refilled their drinks. By the end of dinner, Chris looked exhausted all over again — heavy eyelids, slower movements, and that clingy tiredness that always appeared after especially emotional days. Back upstairs, the cozy lodge room felt wonderfully quiet after the busy restaurant. Bill immediately started running a warm bubble bath while Chris changed into pajamas nearby. Soon the bathroom filled with steam and the scent of vanilla soap while mountains of bubbles floated across the water. Chris melted happily into the tub with a tired sigh. “This is the best bath ever.” “You say that every bath.” “Because baths are awesome.” Bill sat nearby on the closed toilet lid while Chris lazily pushed bubbles around the water and talked sleepily about the canyon. At one point Bill casually checked in about the small cage arrangement they used as part of their routine, keeping the conversation gentle and matter-of-fact. “You still comfortable with everything, buddy?” Chris nodded sleepily while scooping bubbles into his hands. “Mhm. I still like it.” “Okay. Just making sure.” Chris smiled softly. “I know.” The conversation passed naturally and comfortably before drifting back toward sillier topics — canyon dinosaurs, pizza rankings, and whether the shuttle lizard had a family waiting for him somewhere. After the bath, Bill got Chris cleaned up, lotioned, and changed into a fresh diaper and soft pajamas covered in little stars. Chris looked impossibly cozy by the time Bill carried him out into the main room wrapped in a fluffy towel like a sleepy burrito. Soon they were curled together on the couch beneath a blanket with a Pixar movie playing softly on the television. The firelight flickered gently across the room while the cool mountain night settled outside the windows. Chris snuggled tightly against Bill’s chest holding Elvis and Patches while Bill fed him a warm bottle. Every few minutes Bill rubbed slow comforting circles across his back as the movie played quietly in the background. Chris tried very hard to stay awake. Really hard. But halfway through the bottle, his eyelids started drooping lower and lower. “You fading on me?” Bill whispered softly. Chris gave the tiniest sleepy nod. A few more slow sips later, the bottle tilted lazily in his hands and his breathing deepened against Bill’s chest. Asleep. Bill smiled immediately. Carefully, without waking him, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quiet picture. Chris looked impossibly peaceful there beneath the blanket — cowboy hat abandoned on the coffee table, stuffed animals tucked beneath his arms, bottle still loosely held against his pajamas while the soft Pixar movie glow lit his sleepy face. Bill stared at the photo for a long moment afterward. Then he looked back down at Chris resting safely against him and felt his chest tighten with quiet happiness all over again. The Grand Canyon had been unforgettable. But somehow this moment felt just as important. Chapter 42: Morning arrived quietly over the lodge, soft sunlight filtering through the curtains while cool mountain air pressed gently against the windows. Somewhere outside, birds chirped in the pine trees and distant voices drifted faintly up from the hotel courtyard below. Inside the room, however, absolutely nobody seemed interested in moving. Chris was sprawled sideways across the oversized bed like a starfish, one arm wrapped around Elvis while Patches had somehow ended up shoved beneath his stomach during the night. His cowboy hat rested crookedly on the nightstand beside the little wooden bear he’d bought for Bill, both illuminated by the warm morning light. Bill stirred first. For a few moments he simply stayed still, watching Chris sleep peacefully beside him. The road trip had changed something between them in the best possible way. Every long drive, every messy meal, every sleepy cuddle at the end of the day seemed to knit them closer together somehow. Bill smiled softly and brushed a hand through Chris’s messy hair. A few lazy minutes later, Chris finally scooted closer and curled against Bill’s side with a huge sleepy yawn. “What’re we doing today?” he mumbled. Bill shrugged softly. “Honestly? No idea.” Chris blinked up at him. “Really?” “Really. No schedule. No huge driving day. Just exploring.” That answer alone seemed to relax both of them instantly. No alarms. No rushing. No miles left to cover. Just another day together. Eventually, however, reality returned in the form of Bill noticing the unmistakable overnight bulk beneath Chris’s pajamas. Bill raised an eyebrow knowingly. Chris immediately groaned. “You noticed.” “I noticed.” “Maybe if I stay very still…” “That’s not how this works, buddy.” Chris flopped dramatically onto his back. “This road trip is full of betrayal.” Bill laughed as he gathered supplies from the diaper bag. Their morning routine had become second nature now — calm, comfortable, and filled with sleepy little conversations that always made Bill smile. Chris stayed clingy while Bill changed him, still only halfway awake as he leaned against Bill’s shoulder during cleanup. “You’re extra sleepy today,” Bill observed gently. “We climbed a whole canyon yesterday.” “That’s fair.” Soon Chris was changed into a fresh diaper and dressed for the day in jeans, a flannel shirt, and of course his cowboy hat, which he insisted on adjusting carefully in the mirror afterward. “Very important,” he explained solemnly. “Critical cowboy business.” “Exactly.” Downstairs, the hotel breakfast area buzzed softly with travelers beginning their own adventures for the day. The smell of coffee, syrup, eggs, and bacon filled the air while sunlight poured through the giant lodge windows overlooking the pine-covered hills. Chris immediately loaded his plate with alarming enthusiasm. “Buddy,” Bill laughed, watching him stack pancakes beside scrambled eggs and sausage, “you’re building a mountain.” “I’m growing.” “At this rate you’ll become a moose.” Chris grinned proudly. “A cowboy moose.” They found a quieter table near the windows where they could watch the morning sunlight spill across the trees outside. Chris looked much more awake now, happily drowning pancakes in syrup while swinging his legs beneath the chair. Bill sipped his coffee and glanced toward a rack of tourist brochures near the lobby entrance. One in particular caught his attention. The front showed smiling kids in cowboy hats riding horses beside the words: “AUTHENTIC COWBOY EXPERIENCE!” Bill picked it up curiously while Chris worked on demolishing a pancake stack nearby. The brochure promised horseback rides, lasso lessons, old western games, campfire cooking demonstrations, and even “official junior cowboy training.” Bill immediately smiled to himself. This had Chris written all over it. When he returned to the table, Chris looked up suspiciously through a mouthful of pancake. “What’s that?” Bill slid the brochure across the table dramatically. Chris studied it for approximately three seconds before his eyes widened to cartoon levels. “WAIT.” “Yep.” “HORSES?!” “Mhm.” “LIKE REAL COWBOYS?!” Bill nodded while laughing softly at the pure excitement spreading across Chris’s face. The brochure practically shook in Chris’s hands as he flipped through it. “They teach rope tricks!” “Oh no.” “And cowboy games!” “We’re in trouble.” “And LOOK—” Chris nearly gasped. “YOU CAN RIDE HORSES.” Bill watched him glow with excitement for a moment before asking gently, “What do you think? Sound fun?” Chris looked up immediately, grinning from ear to ear. “It sounds AWESOME.” Then his excitement softened slightly into something more sincere. “Can we really go?” Bill smiled warmly across the breakfast table. “Yeah, buddy. I think we can really go.” Chris looked so overwhelmingly happy in that moment that Bill felt his chest tighten all over again. The cowboy hat. The canyon. The endless road trip memories. Now cowboy camp too. This whole adventure was becoming everything either of them could’ve hoped for and more. Chris carefully folded the brochure and hugged it dramatically against his chest like treasure. “I’m gonna become the greatest cowboy ever.” Bill laughed. “That seems ambitious.” Chris grinned confidently. “You’ll see.” -
By Dlbychoice · Posted
So a bit of history. I have been a DL since probably 2014. Going through the usual binge purge cycles etc. Moving year later wearing nappies started to become a struggle mentally and physically. I had acceptable this side of myself. The conflict was do I wear or dont. I would get to a point that couldnt anymore and start weering. My wife knows this side of me. She was sort of supportive but wouldn't get involved. More like tolerate it. Move forward to a month ago and I decided im tired of this anguish and internal fighting. So I wrote a letter to my wife. I decided that im going 24/7 for minimum of 3 months. This was to see if i can live this lifestyle 100%. In the letter I included every detail I could think of. I even used AI to gelp formulate the letter. I left nothing to chance. I gave the letter to my wife one saturday morning. She understands why Im doing this and has accepted it. Even though she is holding me to the 3 months. She still stated firmly thst she will not.participate. Which I am fine with. But as most of us who have partners that wont become involved wish they would. So 33 days later, I have been in nappies the entire time. No matter what situation I have been in. I am wetting so automatically now that I feel the wetting happening but I dont feel the build up. The wetting just happens. I do not go #2 as I hate the cleanup. So I have worked a system to be able to pull my. Nappy down to go to the loo and then pull it back up. I have had to use nappy covers which are actually cloth pocket nappies. They work really well as nappy covers. Night time is still a battle but I have now worked out a system to wet on bed in a semi conscious state. From a personal point of view. I feel so much happier. I feel more in control of my life. I dont get so angry so quickly any longer. I handle stress much better. The sensory side if things. I have this like internal happiness feel a lot of the time. I dont masterbate any longer and my sexual drive has been pushed more toward my wife more than before. So from my perspective. Going 24/7 has been a really positive move for me.
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