Toddler Pampers

I don’t think of myself as sissy either, but I often feel sissy, at least girlie, certainly not manly, wearing a diaper. I’m definitely not gay either, but a butt plug touching my prostate, as I tease myself through my diaper with Mommy’s wand, results in an incredible orgasm.

You hit the nail on the head. It was a very sweet smell, almost sickening. The average person would not have cared for it, but to somebody in love with wearing diapers again, it was heavenly!

These days, I don’t think the diaper aisle at the grocery store smells different from others. It’s because what’s in diapers, including fragrance, became an issue. Rashes, allergies, what might be causing, is a public relations situation guaranteed to spread like wildfire on social media. But, older babies will easily recall how the diaper aisle reeked of strong perfume. I say reeked because it was undeniable, but, of course, inviting and comforting. I certainly remember, for buying many many boxes of Pampers in the late ‘70s from my local Kroger. Get them home, open the box, take them out, and confirm you’d found the culprit!🥰 As many know, I make my diapers, to still enjoy what I loved so much from the past. I’ve often thought about how they should smell, but never tried. A while back I learned about Dreft baby laundry fragrance beads, which I finally asked my wife to purchase. Dissolve one cup into two cups of boiling water, cool, then load into spray bottle. Spray both inside and outside of diapers, plastic pants, whatever, allowing to dry as needed. Well, I’m so glad I tried this, because it’s incredibly authentic, really takes me back, like wearing diapers again, as a baby still, is meant to do.

Agree. I’m never diapered when I leave the house. Mainly, I wear diapers to pretend baby, and then, mostly, just to bed, nighttime being when I get the most from AB. I ‘enjoy’ being in diapers, too, but fetishizing them grew out of regressing as therapy. Love my homemade, first generation Pampers. Hey, I’m in Michigan, too, near Ann Arbor. Where are you?

WTH?! And isn’t a noisy diaper part of the fun?

When I’m awake, I get to enjoy how I look diapered. That’s always running around in just my diaper, like I’m 2 1/2. At night, eyes closed, is when I get to enjoy what it feels like to still be in diapers. It all relates back to toilet training trauma, but the sense of security and safety I get, even now, astounds me. Just to be clear, I’m not the least bit in need of diapers physically, just emotionally.

To get a haircut. The barber was a woman, and I wet during.🥰

I’m so, so sorry. Saying goodbye to a dog is the hardest thing I’ll ever do I hope. The only harder goodbye would be to wife or son. Dog, of course, is God spelled backwards. Through dogs, we are the closest to realizing our own salvation, I’m convinced. I can be hard on people, but never, ever an animal. God is watching us all very closely for how we treat His favorites. May God bless you.

Diapers were his safe space, he was fearful, not perverted. He may have enjoyed them sexually as well, but trauma, not perversion, is the root of ABDL. He was ‘convinced’, threatened by everybody’s conclusion that his diaperism had to end. They basically pushed him up against a wall, and made him fight back. PEOPLE, PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT DIAPERISM DEVELOPS FROM FEAR, WHICH CONDEMNATION ONLY INCREASES. Something’s gotta give. Ask yourselves, now that a nice little family is exploded in death, might you have done better to support the man in his fetish, by supplying diapers, rather than insisting that he give them up? I can certainly understand a mother, with a baby, worrying about pedophilia. But, as we know, diaperism is about coping, not criminality. Personally, I’ve changed hundreds of diapers, and not been aroused in the least. The arousal I get is something that grew naturally out of time spent, as a teenager, in my safe space. His wife overreacted, and the authorities did nothing to stop her.

Hearing my diaper crinkle as I walk, reminding I’m still diapered, still little, nothing to worry about. Wearing nothing but my diaper is another source of emotional comfort, as is wearing plastic pants and sucking a pacifier. Diapered for bed gives a really strong feeling of emotional comfort, a very secure feeling, but nothing to do with bed wetting; it’s just so easy to relax and fall asleep feeling so much like a baby.

In a perfect world, mine would nurse me while I masturbated using her magic wand. But it’s still pretty great just having a vanilla lady stick around with a husband wearing diapers to feel like a baby!

Me, too, but must be vintage, especially Pampers from the 70s, the diaper style I still wear, thick and bulky, plastic shell, very noisy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzlAOyC_QPA&list=PLHmOR1XxeJxmjaOU05qQx69wk-ekuovkM&index=59

At some point, more and more as time goes on, we realize that life is too short to repress something as strong as even an average diaper fetish. I believe that the key to fitting one into your life is realizing that it’s just one thing that you do. Moreover, it’s done in the name of mental health, in the case of adult babies; childhood trauma is why I love wearing diapers. I do enjoy them, too, every so often, but even that is understandable. Why should I purge my life of something therapeutic and, from time to time, quite a thrill?

I rarely need a nap, but, if I do, I’m diapered. Eyes closed, relaxing, being diapered becomes all that you’re sensing. And, for that, I feel my most babyish. I also find it very satisfying to realize I’m diapered, a baby, if/when I wake up.

Or, is anyone else like me: favorite time is night? And I’ll tell you why. I just feel the most babyish in bed. I’m about to go to sleep, so it’s a time to just enjoy the feeling of being diapered because I still need to be. ( In actual fact, I don’t, I’m just pretending.) Yes, I stay diapered for a little in the morning, as I wake up. But then I have things to do, most of which go better if I accept that I’m actually an adult who can wear ordinary underwear.