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By Little Sherri · Posted
It sounds like you've come to a good compromise, @Moochie, one that respects both of your preferences and desires. I wear all the time, and wet anytime, so my wife knows I pretty much only do that in a diaper - I never go to the bathroom to go pee. Her and I will be out somewhere, and I'll go eight hours without a pitstop ,whereas she has to have a tinkle every two hours or so. She's never asked me if I poop in my diaper, but I assume she knows I don't, because I don't stink - I'm also careful about managing stale pee smells, and I'll put plastic pants on if I suspect I'm starting to carry an "untended toddler" scent, or else I'll just go change. But thankfully, it's usually not much of an issue, unless I'm in cloth, which doesn't suppress the breakdown of wee into ammonia nearly as well as a decent disposable. But I mostly wear disposables. If, or when, I do use my diaper for #2, it's never around her, and I usually change it almost immediately. But I don't do that very often. Were I to want to allow myself to get more into that habit, it would have to happen as you describe - I'd do it in another room, or before she got up, and I'd change pretty quickly. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I'd say it's not as bad where I am (Canada), as you are describing, but it's not cheap, either. We have a domestic ABDL diaper company (Rearz), that also sells some other ABDL gear fairly reasonably - you can spend $45 on a pacifier if you want to, but they also have $5 adult pacifiers. Plastic pants probably run from $20 to $50, depending on construction. Diapers are all over the map, but generally can be bought for less money than you describe. I wear diapers fulltime, so I pay attention to what they cost, and in general, I can get a decent white or printed ABDL-quality diaper for around $2.75 USD (~$3.75 CAD), sometimes less, if they are on sale. I can also spend $6 USD per diaper, buying the most expensive ones, with the latest prints, by the bag instead of by the case, but you don't have to spend that to wear cute diapers that work. That is interesting information. By way of comparison, how do non-ABDL diapers work in Poland? What does an adult medical diaper cost, on average? What about a baby diaper, or a bigger-kid disposable pull-up? -
By layin20s2003 · Posted
Just a thought. Couldn’t you affix the condom cath over the chastity cage tube? -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I have a couple of things to post, on this sunny Sunday afternoon. First, I'll copy over a note I made to someone else, who was worried about one of their advisors at school knowing that they wore pull-ups to bed. In trying to talk them down from their anxiety over their situation, I relayed my bed-pocalypse story from several weeks ago, where my diaper leaked, and I had to own up to it, to clean up the mess. There is another chapter to that story brewing, in so far as, I think I can dispense with my concerns that he and I haven't been corresponding as much as we used to, by text. The background, for those who haven't read it: A few weeks ago, my diaper leaked while I was sleeping over at a friend's house, and I actually got up, panicked, and fled the scene, after trying to clean it up with a towel. I got home, and I was a wreck - what the f*** was I going to do? There was no way it wasn't going to get noticed, sooner or later. And his kids were bedwetters, his younger one basically just getting out of pull-ups at night, so... would they get blamed? I was hoping that maybe they'd think it was the dog, or something, but a dog that peed under the covers of a made bed? That's one sneaky dog. I couldn't take the chance that they'd blame their kids, or, figure out it was me, say nothing, and then just blame me for being an awful guest, so I had iron butterflies in my stomach when I took the fateful trip back to his place, later that day, to explain to him that I wore diapers to bed, and that mine had leaked, and I had panicked, but now I was back, and I wanted to do a load of laundry for him, and remake the bed (it had a protective cover on the mattress, because of his kids' history, or else I would have been buying him a mattress...). I was worried for a while after that episode, as to if he would ever want me back - he lives in another city, so if I go there, I have to stay over, if there is going to be any beer in mix. Well, he reached out to me a few days ago, to say that the hockey season was starting to get interesting, and that I should come over to watch a game, and empty some beer bottles while we're at it. SO, there you have it - I will be going over there, back to the scene of the crime, probably in the next few weeks. I won't say I'm not a little bit, let's say, aware of the change in dynamics - but I'm going to go, because he's a good friend. I'm sure his wife will know, as well, but I'm betting that I will really be the only one who has to get over it. They'll be fine. Speaking about the above is apropos of the situation I found myself in this morning, at Dave & Anne's place: we'd gone out last night, for a buddy's birthday, to a pub, and we attempted to empty some of their kegs. Much fun was had, and all car keys were left at home. I can barely remember what I did, before I went to bed, but when I woke up, I could see that last night's me had not been completely irresponsible, in looking after this morning's me: I had put on a Mermaid's Tale, which is a top-tier diaper, and, I'd put on my giant terry-lined plastic pants, which up to now, have seen no fire. Well, last night was their first test. I quickly slid into a coma, and wet my diaper prodigiously, one or more times. Not sufficiently to overwhelm it - indeed, I'm still in it, although, on a sidenote, I did announce in my house, that I'm foregoing pants, until I change, because this diaper is very soggy, and while it hasn't leaked yet, I expect it will, at some point. I did not say that last part out loud. More on than, anon. But I digress - anyway, when I woke up this morning, I took the plastic pants off, because I've already accidentally walked into the room at their house, with those things on, thinking nobody was there, and then become crushingly aware that it looks like my midsection might be large enough to have its own gravitational field, when Anne said "Good morning..." from her spot on the couch, where she was reading silently, when I went looking for a glass of water. I left the diaper on - it was only partially wet - but I noted that the side of the terry liner that coincided with my right hip, was a bit wet - they'd taken one for the team. SO, crises averted, thanks to my enormous plastic pants, which I will wear when I'm at my buddy's place, whenever that return visit occurs. And, Anne was once again sitting on her couch, reading silently, when I crunch-crinkle-crunched into their kitchen, for a cup of coffee, and while I knew my diaper wasn't as concealed as King Tut's tomb, at least I didn't feel like it had a flashing sign pointing to it. Speaking of pointing to my diaper, I had an interesting, short exchange with my wife just before I came over here to see what was happening today in the Diaperverse: I was (and am) wearing just my Mermaid's Tale, under a sweater that hangs down a bit, but doesn't completely cover it. It's warm out, for the first day of March, IE water can still be a solid, but dark objects heat up enough to melt it, so I'm not chilly. I'd said that I was going to forego pants, until I have a chance to change, without explaining that I'm trying to get a couple of more hours out of my diaper, without creating any laundry - that would be too much information. As I walked past her, sitting at the kitchen table, I guess that part of me was more or less at eye-level for her, and she commented that she hadn't known, until I started wearing them, "That they even made adult diapers that look like baby diapers..." That caused me to glance over at her, and my words stuck in my throat... she'd never actually addressed that there were two sorts of diapers that I wore: the plane white ones that look like you'd expect them to, and then the absurd ones. She's commented before, jokingly or mockingly, about various prints, and once expressed that she thought a Princess Pink was maybe too pink for her husband to be wearing, but she never actually asked me why I wear what I wear. I have made an excuse, here and there, for a print I thought was maybe too on the nose (such as the blocks spelling out "baby" on the Bambino Classico), that the diapers "Were on sale", and that's why I'd bought them, but she never asked - it was my own volunteering of that (false) information. I've never said the letters ABDL to her, and as far as I know, she doesn't know that they exist, although I could be very naive in my thinking. But I didn't want her to go Google it, and read all sorts of things from the very far corners of "this" planet I occupy, and think that they might apply to me, that I'm posting pictures of poopy diapers or that I'm out trolling for kinky encounters or whatever. So, the fact that about a third of the diapers I wear, look like oversized toddler diapers, has largely gone unspoken. I didn't know quite what to say, but my cheeks were heating up, so I started making words, without really thinking about what direction I intended to go in. I said something like "Yeah, they come in all kinds of different prints, I don't really order them on that basis - it's just about what's cheapest and works best... I have a lot of white ones, too...." and I let my voice sort of trail off. She said, "Do they make ones that don't look like they're for babies?", and I said that I had, from time to time, looked for exactly that, but I only knew of a couple and they were themed around skulls or other motifs that weren't appealing to me. She laughed, and said, "Diapers for biker gangs, hilarious...", and then I made coffee, and I sat down at the table, and pulled my sweater down a bit, over my "baby diaper" print, and I started reading the paper. -
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