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At 3.5 I'm pretty small. Mostly I feel if doesn't really matter since I have one partner I love and who loves me. I'm also at the age I don't really care anymore. However there is also what I guess you could call mild SPH fantasies floating around my head sometimes that I'm not a real man due to my size (hence my online persona). It doesn't take up a lot of brain space but it is there.

I would take some of those diapers off his hand

I did the same thing in middle and high-school too. Since I lived in a household of 7 with no privacy, I could only do it for 5 to 10 minutes before or after getting out the shower. I was too scared to go down the aisle by myself. I had an fear that people would think I needed diapers for some reason by just walking down it. It also didn't help that my Dad threatened to put me in goodnites for my bedwetting and I didn't want anyone to find out. Thinking back, I wet the enough to justify needing them until I was at least 11.

I occasionally use one as I sleep if I can remember to get it cleaned and prepped. I've sometimes tried it during the day while at home to try to curb my smoking when my stress level is too high and it does seem to work well. The problem for me is if my paci's are out of site they're usually out of mind so it's not something I regularly do.

With my wife I'm ok either way but probably feel a small bit more comfortable nude rather than in a diaper. For others (gym, medical procedures) absolutely more comfortable nude.

Thanks as always for your thoughtful comment. It's possible that Ian is simply throwing mud against the wall in the hope that something sticks. Then again, he has had 8 years to think about how the massacre came about. Put yourself in his shoes. What can the Russians tell him that he and Donnie can't learn for themselves? How would this knowledge help him in his quest? This is a suspense novel-- a thriller with a mystery twist of the "whodunnit" variety. We have a ways to go yet, and I hope that you and all the other readers continue to enjoy the ride.

I was living in a boarding house when I was in High School, so I couldn't risk such things. I also was a little spoiled in college and never had my own money until I was out of college (22 years old). Goodnites came out at roughly the same time, and the day I got hired for my first paying job out of college was the day that I bought my first package of Goodnites from a store.

Michelle wipes Ben clean. She slides the messy bundle away. She tapes him into a new diaper. "There you go, Ben. Come back to see me soon. Put your diaper in the bin" She goes to wash her hands

The boys climb up behind him "Are you having fun, Benny?"

Still there?

I was surprised after my change. Instead of being returned to my cage, I found myself in the store front, placed in a playpen with another shrunken man! I shivered nervously as I watched two figures approach. The woman was quite beautiful, especailly considering all the women I'd seen recently were either heartless workers or diapered and small. But as they spoke I started getting more nervous. 'A girl?' i thought, 'She wants a girl? S-so why am I here?' I quickly got my answer as i was suddenly lifted up to her face. My heart skipped a beat as she actually acknowldged me! The sudden moment of huminzation felt surprisingly impactful but I was quickly shocked as she handed me back to the employee, referring to me as a a her and demanded I get bathed! "Wait what?" I objected as i was carried off, "N-no wait I don't wanna be adopted! A-and I'm not a girl! I'm a man! A man!" My objections continued as I was dropped back int the grooming area, I back to the back of the cage, terrified for when it would be my turn to be groomed!

It was 3 days later before there was a sudden change in his routine. It was just after the morning change. He along with 1 other male from his room were taken into the front of the shop and set down in a play pen. There a woman stood with what appeared to be her husband. She was of average height at 5'7" with an athletic yet curvy figure wearing a sky blue sundress that stopped mid-thigh the top low cut showing quite a bit of cleavage. The man beside her was tall around 6'4" with an athletic build. He wore black slacks and a white button down. The man spoke first to his wife. "Now honey I know your disappointed they are out of girls but just think there's really no difference is there. Whichever one you pick is yours to dress and care for however you please." The woman looked at both tiny men. She had been hoping for a girl and this was their 3rd boutique. Her husband was right whichever little one she chose would be her princess regardless if what was in their diaper. She looked to the employee. "We do have somewhere to be after this I'll need her dressed appropriately." The employee assured her they would have whichever little one she chose bathed and dressed to her specifications. She nodded and reached into the play pen picking up the tiny male with the longer hair. "Oh alright I'll take this one." She looked at him and spoke directly to him something that hadn't occurred over the 10 days since his arrival. "Hi precious I'm going to take you home with me." She handed him to the employee. "I want her thoroughly washed and put some curls in that hair... clothes are?" She was directed to the section where clothes and accessories for tinies were kept. While the woman did her shopping the tiny male was taken back to the grooming area and set in a cage to wait his turn.

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Sorry I haven't answered questions for a while. I've been distracted with some problems. I'll take a stab at them now! I make it to the toilet and most of my urine goes in there. I still wear a pull up in case of leaks but they're not very much. Ha! And I hope he is aggressive 😄 Omg. That would be insane. LOL Hey there, been healing fine and the good thing is I haven't had blockages that need a catheter for several weeks now. It's a really nice feeling to be totally healed. Of course, that won't last too long now since June 1 is getting closer by the day. But now I know that healing does come and it's not so bad at all. Thank you so much for the well wishes. I appreciate it. Well, maybe some day you can go for the surgery too. I never imagined it originally and now, well, here I am. My best to you for an incontinent future somehow. Thank you, I hope it goes well and I'm very optimistic this time around. We'll see soon enough..

And I had Sweet Baby Designs by Helen make me some too, they're awesome and holding up really well! What I like most about these pants is a mistakable new vinyl smell that Gerber used to have 🙂

That sounds great buddy. I'm glad you and your husband have such a healthy relationship and that he's okay with you being yourself, that's always a good thing.

I'm partial to the early 2000s since that was when I was old enough to pay attention to the diaper brands and is probably why I like cloth back diapers even though I got out diapers right before they became popular. I am a twin myself and me and my twin were not daytime potty trained until right before we turned 4. This was the reason we didn't go to 3k. If the twins are born very premature(2 lbs 1 oz) like myself then out growing size 6 would not be a problem. I could have fit in them until at least middle school and could probably still fit in them until high school. I started HS at 67lbs.

The week that passed was torturous. Unable to eat or drink other than what was provided in the cage. I tried to hold out for as long as I could, but after awhile of starving I was forced to eat the kibble and drink from the water bottle. I did my best to use my hands to get the water out, trying not to degrade myself too much by suckling from it. Of course the worst part was a lack of bathroom, as again I tried like hell to avoid it, but ended up being forced to empty my waste into the diaper. A change was the one time of day I actually was almost happy to have one of the workers. Almost. The rest of the time was just pure boredome. Forced to watch what they thought was appropriate. Forced to play amongst piles of toys in a play pen. Forced to sleep when the lullabies started. “I can’t live like this,” I said, nearing the point of breaking down after my exam with the silent doctor. I had no idea what the point of her weighing and measuring me was for, although I knew I had shrunk further one day when I had awoken in a too small diaper and onesie. “I just have to stay strong,” I repeated to myself, “I’m not gonna let these bastards sell me off like some pet!”

Over the next few days he would learn the routine. Each morning caretakers came and collected them one by one to change their diapers and refill their bowls and water bottles. Once everyone was cleaned and provided food they were given 30 minutes of play time in a larger play pen two at a time to move around and even provided a few toys to entertain them. When everyone's play time ended the bare screen across from their cages would light up as children's shows were projected for most of the afternoon. Late afternoon they got their second changes of the day and a second play time. By early evening those who needed a final change for the day were changed and bowls and bottles refilled. Soon enough lullabies would play and lights would be dimmed. A week later he was taken to the exam room again. It was the same woman from his first day. She said nothing to him as she took him from the carrier. Once again he was weighed and his measurements taken. He now measured at 12.5 inches. She updated his record before having him be returned to his cage. She signed off on him allowing the business to upload his listing on the companies site

3 months completed. So I really enjoyed my time in diapers. But due to things I have to do this summer I can't go full time just yet. I have to work on my rv's insulation and will be at my dad's while doing it for atleast a month. So disposing of diapers will be kind of difficult. Also I dislike having to shave my diaper area. But i do love not having hair down there until it starts growing back. So in the next week I'm going to start at home laser hair removal on that area. The instructions say to keep treated areas dry for 8 hours. Also will take atleast 3 months. It has been weird since I haven't worn for the past 4 days. I find my self missing the padding. The first day I wanted to just rediaper and continue. But due to above I couldn't. The next time I wear for a really extended period will mostly likely will just continue.

Wife tonight says "you are going to have big boy pants on this week when we have guests" (of course). I can't believe you were wearing baby pants when Mike came over. I protested that they were just depend real fits (age apprpriate for us seniors) but she didn't buy it.

For a while (pre-COVID) , I worked from home in a t-shirt and diaper. This was before zoom so all my work calls were audio only. Occassionally, my wife would call and say she was bringing someone over and I should put some pants on. I really loved that house. My office was in a bedroom that had a full bath. When not working at the computer I was in the tub with bubbles working out problems on the tile wall with bath crayons.

He glosses over it and just says "clothes" but one of the items is clearly an AB sunsuit type outfit.

The waiting felt like an eternity. Thankfully, the drugs effects subsided after about an hour, allowing me to once again stand. Although my body ached from being manhandled against my will. finally something happened, as my cage was taken into yet another room. It looked like a storage station. I tried to fight the large hands but it was no use as I was deposited into the cage. The sight of the water bottle as well as a bowl of kibble keyed me in that I may be here awhile! “We’re not animals!” I loudly protested, kicking the bowl of kibble as it scattered across the floor of my prison, “Let us out!” Almost on cue the lights dimmed and music played. Almost mocking my protest. With no option of escaped I curled up against the back wall.