JustJoe

So let me give you a little bit of context first.
I am one of those people who diaper binges. I will buy some, feel great about it for a while, wear them not all the time but just whenever I feel like it and then suddenly I'll start to feel guilty about them and throw whatever I have remaining away. I realise this issue is largely about myself not accepting the fact I like wearing diapers, or prohaps my fear of others discovering and rejecting me for it.
Going cold turkey just isn't an option. I know I can live with out diapers but that doesn't stop me wishing I had them when I am without. I suspect it's a deep desire that will be with me for life.
So I'm thinking about indulging in an expriment. I've read about a number of people here who have gone 24/7 and never looked back. I'm considering trying out a 24/7 stint for myself which I'm hoping will either 'make or break' my infatuation with diapers. Basically my theory is I'll either learn that I can learn to wear diapers in public, around my friends and family and I'll realise it's not something i have to feel ashamed about or prohaps I'll be so distressed by the situations that arise I might encourage me to stave off my diaper desires with more earnest.

It would definately be helpful to hear from others experiences and to hear if others think this is a good idea or a terrible one.
To date I have worn diapers in public before, and little bit around my family, but never to university which is actually my biggest concern.
The longest I've ever been in diapers continueally if probably about 3 or 4 days but this was during a study break so I was seldom leaving my appartment.
Also note my aim here isn't to try an achieve inncontinance as I am aware is the reason some people go 24/7, its simply to try and sample a lifestyle and hopefully to achieve a state of mind.

I've selected three different diapers which are avalible to me and would apprechaite guidence on which would be best for this 24/7 attempt. I will include my own thoughts on each below.


2x Cuddlz 60" by 60" Terry towel square. (With plastic pants and diaper pins) £55.95

Or,
62x Cuddlz large disposable nappies (comes with a free pair of plastic pants) £59.99

Or,
72x Tena Slip Maxi medium disposable nappies (no free pair of plastic pants unfortunatly) £63.68


I've worn all of these nappies before so I know they in practical sense they work. The terry squares I bought the 48" by 482 before and found it a little small after folding, which is why I'm going for the larger ones this time around.

Please bare in mind I havn't entirely decided what I'm defining by 24/7 yet. At the moment it will at least included urination in diapers only but I dunno about defecation as well, maybe I won't abandon the toilet completely but again this is something you guys can advise on. I have messed diapers before and I do enjoy it, but I can easily see how messing in diapers all the time might become a hassle and I don't really want to mess in public since it is likely to offend people.

Another thing is that if someone does happen to notice I'm wearing diapers and askes about it. My claim is going to be that I've been suffering stress incontinence. Is it really fair for me to say I have a medical condition? But I suppose if I'm practically living as someone with sevre incontinence then it seems like quite an innocent white lie.

Finally here are my own thoughts on the diapers I mentioned above:

Terry towels: I've not had that much exprience with these, having never gone out in public wearing them, so I am definatly worried about bulk. Pooping probably isn't an option because I'm not sure I would have the facilities to clean them properly. Also I'm aware that having just two might not be enough to get through a 24 hour day but at the moment I'm not really willing to up my price range much further beyond that £60 mark (baring in mind this is a 24/7 experiment, I'm not yet in for the long hual.) The only real advantage I saw to these was that they were better for the environment since they are reuseable, and would be ideal prohaps if I decided instead only to wear every night rather than every day and night.

Cuddlz disposables: Probably my favourite nappies. Soft and comfortable they just make me feel babyish, although they also come in just plain white with no designs so at least if someone notices it's not going to be the same as being caught in an adult baby nappy that has cartoons printed all over it. They hold plenty in my mind and fine for messing in too.

Tena disposables: Probably the most practical choice. My main thinking again is that if someone notices I'm wearing them then at least it's a bonne fide incontinance product to help me sell my claim. Also I think they may also have the best capacity but they arn't always that comfortable and I have known them to sag which can lead to leaking. All in all a good product though and reasonably priced.

I've worn both of these disposables under my jeans before. I thought they were a little bulky and I knew the tops of them definatly came over the tops of my jeans, but as far as I am aware whenever I've worn them in public no one has ever noticed.

I find it curious how easily we misread eachother expressions dispite all being human afterall.
Still, this was definatly ironic. Thanks for sharing.

The Nursemaid’s Queen by JustJoe

Prologue – Machinations

Snow fell through the silk of night, the furling flakes captured in the glow of the flicking braziers which lit the balcony.
“So you understand the strategic importance of Anstariel’s position in our coming struggle?” The officer asked, casually adjusting the black bear fur lined collar of the heavy grey Rusarian Imperium uniform he wore, as the cold was beginning to kiss the back of his neck after the long private conversation which had drawn them out here away from the rest of the party.
“I understand.” The officer’s companion answered compliantly, considering the little that was left in the glass the officer had handed him earlier. He then spoke with a swift sharpness that harboured no slurred words, “So long as your superiors understand the value of the deep Libriaium deposits in the Urun Mountains.”
“I shall ensure that they do.” The officer stated with a thin smile, extending a leather gloved hand to shake upon the deal, “How soon can I expect to be able to report to my commanders that the Anstariel situation has been remedied?”
“There are some things I need to make certain of first but I plan to make my move come this Summer season. You and yours shall be able to make theirs before the snows block the Urun passes again.” The man of Anstar concluded with cautious calculated confidence, swirling the amber liquid in his glass around a little before tilting the last of the fiery alcohol down his throat with a gasp. He left his glass to gather frost on the balcony ledge as he turned with the other man back toward the celebration.



Chapter 1 – The Painted Princess

Outside the window it was one of those days where it’s so hot not even the birds want to sing so the seldom lazy drone of bumble bee labouring about the blooming gardens was all that drifted along with the warmed breeze and into the parlour.
The light was good at this time of day, the red faced sweating artist kept reminded as he continued to scratch charcoal against parchment, pausing to look at his subject, then scratching again with more decisive strokes. It was good light, the sun at its highest, everything outside bright and beautiful, whilst inside remained cool and shadowed, though each window glowed with an inviting white that looked like a sort of heavenly fire, drawing people like moths to candles and bidding them to step outside.
Tariel was caught between the light and shadow. A dramatic situation, the artist reassured, her pale skin radiant and auburn hair glittering with golden strands flowing through the darker autumn coloured curls.
Autumn described Tariel well, forever caught somewhere between brilliant Summer and wastrel Winter but never knowing joyful Spring. She was pretty but had never been able to lose the extra pounds a childhood obsession which Chief’s Sticky Grata Pudding had earned her. She was intelligent but the universities were exclusive to gentlemen. She was kind and charitable but gave with the naiveté of a girl who had never wanted for much in her life.
Tariel was a Princess but of a small country caught in political turmoil as two large Empires surrounding its borders continued to find grievances with one another.
“Princess? Princess please, you’re doing it again.” The artist stated impatiently with discourtesy, leaning around the side of his easel, a stick of charcoal held at an exasperated downward angle in his dropped arm. He hadn’t even finished sketching yet, the King had commissioned the portrait to be unveiled the evening of the Darla Flower Ball, which was only two weeks away.
Tariel reproachfully dropped the hand which had risen beneath her slouching chin back to its properly place, folded with the other one at her lap, both of them lost in the sea of rich red folds of her regal skirts.  Tariel’s gaze did not leave the gardens as her neck stiffened straight again into appropriate posture. The one the artist had politely stated ‘extenuated the grace of her figure.’ By which he meant viewers of the portrait would follow the lines down to the fine ruffles of lace resting just above the swell of her chest. Who would follow the lines the other way and wonder want distracted the princesses’ gaze beyond the window? The which overlooked the gardens, where today the head gardener cherishingly pruned and made perfect the groove of purple Darla flowers, named after Tariel’s mother as a gift when the King had returned with the plant from a voyage to the shores of the ‘undiscovered country’ beyond the Great Sea.
As Tariel watched, she noticed the head gardener took thought to remove any of his clippings which had fallen on the white marble stone which had been placed in the centre of the grove almost sixteen years ago. It marked the memory of the Queen consort, Darla Caprissia Del’darnante.
After two hours of sitting upon the elaborate rosewood chair that felt hard upon her rear and back no matter how many cushions she rested on, Tariel passed beyond the threshold of her patience and stood up just as the artist was apply careful layer upon layer of youthful blush to her painted cheek. He yelped dramatically and bide with his hands for her take her seat again, if only so he could finish this one patch of detail and tick it off the mental list of many he had yet to perfect upon the portrait.
    “Princess Tariel please sit down. We may not get a chance to work in the magnificent light again.” He pleaded.
    “No Mr Raffalli. I can bare to sit no longer and I can see from the sweat drenching your collar that you should not stand around in this heat any longer either. You are dismissed Mr Raffalli. The light shall return tomorrow as it does with every rising Sun and so shall we until your commission is completed. On behalf of his Majesty the King, I thank you for your services today. Good day.” After dipping for a formal curtsy the princess gathered up the splendid dress and retreated from the parlour.
    It felt wonderful to get out of the stuffy gaudily furnished parlour room and into the cool stark stone corridors. Tariel drew her back against one of those course granite walls and just breathed for a moment, allowing her stress and frustration to dissipate down the labyrinth of passageways, apparently they had been designed long ago to confuse and segregate attackers during times of war.  As a girl Tariel had explored them all extensively, probably only Segei Captain of the Palace guard knew them better.
    Tariel decided she needed to get out of the ridiculous extravagant dress her Father had requested her to wear for the portrait.
    Withdrawn to her chambers, the princess’s favoured lady in waiting, Jacqueline, stood behind Tariel, busily unlaced her costume with deft hands.
    “How was the sitting?” Jacqueline inquired with the informal confidence of long a trusted retainer, genial care in her gentle voice.
    “I’m tired Jacqueline.” The princess responded a little lacklustre whilst the dress was pulled over her head and carefully folded away, “I think I shall sleep for a while. Then maybe go riding by the lake before the dinner bell is sounded.”
    “Very good, I shall see to it that you’re not disturbed. If you don’t mind me saying so you have been looking a little peaky lately. The rest will do you good.” Jacqueline commented endearingly whilst she sat herself back down behind Tariel on the bed and started to plait her long hair for her so it wouldn’t become tangled as she slept on it.
    “I do mind.” The princesses stated with half jested pertinence, on the one hand she knew Jacqueline would never mean her even one drop of ill will but on the other being a princess meant Tariel was always conscious of appearance. Sometimes she felt like that was all she really was. Dressed up and silent by her father’s side at state ceremonies. Trying to pretend she shared some sort of interest with young ladies of the Court she was sat beside at banquets. Sitting for stupid portraits ever year which never really looked like the person she saw in the mirror, they were always embellished somehow to make her seem more beautiful or more imperious or just plainly more than she was.
    She felt like a painted Princess, an image trapped under layers of hard lacquer, unable express herself.
    “Will Father be attending dinner?” She asked, she wanted to ask him why he wanted the portrait done and if anything hoped he would allow her to sit in a different room rather than the parlour which over looked the Darla flowers. In the rosewood chair where she had been told her mother had liked to sit and sow tapestry.
“I’m afraid the footman came this morning with news His Majesty was still delayed in talks with Farlian dignitaries but I’m sure he’ll be back as soon as an agreement is reached.” Jacqueline attentively stroked her ward’s cheek, knowing the girl missed her father.
    “Uncle Alishmar?” Tariel asked quietly, responsive to the Jacqueline’s soft touch and leaning slightly into it, she was aware it was unlikely her uncle would be around; he too had his share of duties which seemed to call him away from the Palace at all given hours.
    “Alas Lord Alishmar’s carriage departed for the Grand Station after midday. I didn’t hear word of where he was going.” Jacqueline was disappointed to report, she hesitated a moment before offering a suggestion, “If you tire of dining alone I could send invitation to Lady Annabeth, she is always keen to visit the Palace and rarely ever has other engagements. However she is still a woman of respectable standing, it would not be a socially lowering for you to extend your hand to her.”
    “By what regal authority I hold, I COMMAND you do not invite that prattling woman to spout her nonsense in my Father’s halls.” The princess snapped. Jacqueline ceased her plaiting and lowered her head submissively. Tariel sighed and twisted around to look her most beloved servant in the eye. “I am sorry, I did not mean to voice that. The Lady Annabeth would indeed be a fine choice of guest but woman is sixty and I am not even sixteen, I find it difficult to find interest in her conversations. I fear in my present mood I would be rude to her and that would do my Father no honour.”
    “Of course mam, I understand.”
    Tariel wondered if Jacqueline really did understand? She probably empathised but true understanding was a whole world of difference, a world of guilded slippers rather than sturdy work boots.
    “Maybe we could ask Chief if he would just make us a private supper, just you and me, we could share it in the drawing room and watch the sun set over the lake?”
    It was Jacqueline’s turn to release a sigh before dutifully finishing off her ward’s hair with a piece of ribbon from her smock pocket. “It would not be appropriate. It’s been a tradition for your family to dine in that ancient hall, stretching right back to Anstariel the Great.” She said with reverence. The fabled name elicited a shy smile from Tariel.
    “Do you really believe that?” she asked playfully, “That I’m descended from a giant who dragged the Uran and Aran mountains up and out from the Earth, creating a natural wall to protect his country from enemies. A man so large he couldn’t physically enter the homes of his kinsfolk, so he would invite them all to feast at his hall instead, the huge glittering cavern this very Palace was constructed over.”
    “I see you still remember the bedside stories I used to tell you.” Jacqueline retorted fondly.
    “But do you believe them?” Tariel insisted with girlish enthusiasm.
    The lady in waiting rose from the bed, standing quietly a moment as she considered her answer, “My mother once told me giants are not people who stand taller than their fellow man, but those who are able to stand upon the shoulders of their friends. Your father sacrifices a lot but he has earned the love of his people time and time again, they will always support him and he is a giant for it.
You are young Tariel but I see his heart in you, I think one day you will walk at his height too.
Sleep well my liege lady.” Jacqueline closed the chamber door behind her and left the Princess alone with her privacy.
    At the sound of the door clicking closed Tariel no longer had to be a stiff painted princess, she very literally embodied that feeling of relief by simply flopped backwards onto the soft silk sheets, letting herself relax in just her petticoats and underclothes, enjoying the sensation of her limbs sinking into the feather mattress. However after a while she found she still felt restless despite her desire to simply slip into the escape of sleep. Rising from her poster bed Tariel paced over the stone floor to the heavy oaken door and slid the blot across so that definitely no one would disturb her and cautious as ever she also drew the curtains closed at the windows so now only the flickering glow of the gas lamps lit the room.
    There was chest Tariel kept hidden under her bed. She could recount the origins of every item she drew from it and placed upon her bed with the same mixture of heart racing excitement and fear as the day she had stolen them.
    There were two large steel pins. These had come from the seamstress’s workshop. Tariel had seen them being used there once when she had gone for a fitting. After later realising they were perfect for their current use she had returned to the seamstress with tear in one of her gowns and left with the pins concealed within her clenched hand.
    There was also a large white bathing towel. Of all the colours white just felt like the correct one to her. A towel might have seemed like the easiest thing in the world for her to get but being a princess it was not expected of her to lift or carry anything, least of all something that might be (heaven forbid) dirty. Whenever she bathed her old clothes and used towels were simple left in the bathroom for the servants to deal with, that was just the way it was. She had managed to smuggle this own through the castle without anyone noticing her with it by wrapping it around her waist and then wearing one of her long flowing dresses over it.
    The third item was unorthodox. She remembered once her father showing her some of the wonderful properties of rubber, a mysterious material which was imported from the ‘undiscovered country’ he had contracted a group of labourers to create great big sheets of it, he had been hoping to create waterproof clothes out of it to improve conditions for all those who had to toil out in the rain but the venture had proven unsuccessful since the protective clothes were reported to get too hot for a labourer to work in, traditional leather was cheaper and preferred. Tariel had taken a great deal of care and time cutting a pattern from one of the old prototypes still kept in the storerooms of the royal workshops, which she had sown together to create a waterproof rubber pantie, a larger replica of the ones prosperous families were able to afford for their infants.
    The final item was the one she always felt most guilty about, a pacifier she had chanced upon one walking the grounds. She hadn’t strictly speaking stolen it but she felt bad that some child somewhere might be missing it for she knew it gave her great unexplained comfort when sucking on it.
    These things where Tariel’s secret, they were that messy charcoal sketch beneath the lacquer and the paint which carried some expression and illustrated partly who she really was as a person.
    She began the familiar ritual of folding out the towel, then taking off her stockings and cotton knickers to set her naked skin down on its soft fluffy surface. It felt so comforting to her, so amazing. She proceeded to bring the front over her front, then the corners around her sides and pinned the makeshift nappy in place. She had no idea what compelled her to this bizarre activity and sometimes she grow afraid her mind might have become infested with daemons. Despite her stealing and her guilty though, never did she think truly wicked thoughts, so for the most part had convinced herself what she was doing could be no evil.
    Finally the rubber pants where slowly rolled up her legs, she was always anxious she might rip the precious material despite its amazing ability to stretch, and she popped the teat of her pacifier between her lips. What words could be used to describe the profound contentment she felt instantly? Or the snugness of her nappy around her?
    Tariel went beneath the covers and closed her eyes. Tonight she would have to endure dining along again into echoing emptiness of the glittering hall. Until then though she would sleep and escape to the world of her dreams were she was treated as an infant again, with no responsibilities or commitments, just care and attention from those she loved.

Well if you want mass then you're going to want to eat plenty of fibre and roughage (found in whole grain cerels, nuts, fruit and vegtables... generally removed in processed foods.)

As for your poop lacking consitancy and being squishy, it sounds lke you might not be getting enough of the above in your diet anyway.

One thing to remember though, is to be responsible about what your eating. I realise you might want to go on 'specail' diet just to achieve your pooping desires, but you should try to achieve that whilst retaining a blanced healthy diet.

Well I'm not from Scotland I'm afraid but I am from N.Ireland which is only 30 minitue flight away.
I've yet to come across another Adult Baby  anywhere near me but I would love to meet another one, whether it was just to meet and talk (and prove their really are others out there lol) or maybe even some sort of Adult Baby playdate or daddy/baby roleplaying. I'm open to suggestions
Of course I'm not suggesting you should invite a total stranger over.

If you would like to chat and get to know me a little, then please feel free to message me and I'll send you my email address.
If we decide we might like to meet each other then prohaps we can discuss it?

I understand if you have a preferance for people more local to you though.