Our Lifestyle Discussion

Hi everybody !! Being naughty and giving myself pleasure without his authorisation, my boyfriend decided I should start to wear a chastity cage, which I’ve never done before… I’m looking for a good cage for a newbie like me. As I never wore one before, it should be “easy” to wear, compatible with diapers (of course), and make me unable to pleasure myself. Do you have any advice on how to wear them (especially on how to get confortable with it, and on cleaning) and on models that can fit my desires ? G. (Sorry, I haven’t practiced English in a while)

Trying maxi pads (incontinence design not just female) with fixation pant, towelling covers and plastics for a camping weekend. Hope the pads will be easily to change than a full diaper. Will find out!

Go look at my long post above and you would get an idea of what percentage of the registered membership is absolutely silent, having 0 posts. And I was using a conservative figure. I would say that the percentage of regular posters is statistically insignificant and I have no idea how come. My "pitch" is interactivity and participation: "DOING is LIVING and LIVING is DOING". But I can't even get that from regular posters, look at the state of my "Knowledge base", which is intended as a repository for posters to put information links. That is nothing new in the ABDL world, as I said before, it goes back to the heyday of DPF. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink

That's kind of like living in the Matrix vs the real world. But I don't think his live is good enough to not wanting break free. He gets pretty abused. I hope this is the chance for him to get an almost normal live But the title "The Training" implies he might get a chance to grow up a bit

Hi Kenny is a love story between two ten year old boys seen through the eyes of just one of them. It was originally on a site (now defunct) but was taken down because it was deemed too graphic in the accounts of the boys innocently discovering and exploring things about themselves. At the time I decided rather than edit I would simply not publish it anywhere so as not to contravene rules the site has to abide by. I wrote this quite some time ago but have re-read it recently and edited out those areas of concern, but hope it still retains the initial ‘fun and wonder’ I hoped to convey about two best friends. Diapers and plastic pants are a major part of this story so I hope you’ll be at ease as the boys come to grips with their burgeoning friendship and reliance on these two factors as a part of their lives. Please do not be offended but if the thought is in anyway troubling do not read any further.   Kenny                                                                                                            It was another hot summer’s lunchtime and my new friend Kenneth Morrison and I walked up to the playing fields to lie in the sun. School was only a few yards away but up amongst the grassy sports area you felt like you were miles away. Other kids were there; some playing soccer, catch or just messing around, whilst others read books or relaxed in the mid-day heat. Kenneth and I found an empty area by the long jump sand pit and settled ourselves down to an hour’s worth of sunbathing before the lunch-break was finished and we had to return to our classes – the prospect of a sweaty afternoon in the classroom not making us want to hurry back anyway. Kenneth was ten, the same age as me, and about my size, though he was blond to my dark. His white blond hair, fair complexion and blue eyes set him out as “different” to the rest of us. He had the knack of looking clean, poised and elegant even in his school uniform, whilst everyone else just looked like a bunch of untidy kids. He was my only real friend at school, for some reason I was reticent about making any new ones, but I did like being in his company; he was funny, generous and madly attractive. *** Mom had been promoted and with that came relocation to another part of the country. Mom, me and my younger brother Jake had packed up all our worldly possessions and moved west but it seemed like another world. The bank mom worked for was the same, I suppose they’re the same everywhere but the school we were sent to was completely different. I was used to a relaxed approach - wearing jeans and a sweater, you know, normal clothes but at this one, we had to wear a strict uniform; maroon blazer, grey shorts, grey knee-length socks, school tie… it was the complete opposite to back home. School itself was more organised as well and it took a bit of adjusting to on my part. Jake, who’d just turned eight, didn’t seem to have any trouble adapting, while I was very self-conscious on my first day about wearing schoolboy grey shorts and, standing in front of the class while being introduced was, even though we were all dressed the same, embarrassing. “This is Simon Hudson,” the teacher Miss Barlow told the twenty other boys sat looking straight at me, “he’s just moved to join us here at Oakland and I’d like you all to make him feel welcome.” A chorus of “Hello Simon” followed and I smiled a very nervous smile. However, Kenny stood out even then; his white blond hair and a face that seemed to radiate a permanent smile set him apart from the others, whilst the slight wave of his hand in welcome seemed genuine and unlike anyone else. I sat feeling very anxious for the rest of the day but it was Kenny who made the first move to come and say ‘Hello’ personally and that was how we became friends. *** After lying in the sun for a few minutes Kenny declared it was too hot and quickly whipped off his school tie and shirt. His pale tight chest looked like it could do with some sun, although there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his taut, boyish frame. I struggled with my tie and as I was doing so Kenny unbuttoned his grey school shorts and peeled them open a little. I was flabbergasted. Not because I was seeing him being so bold on the playing field  – I had seen him naked many times before because we swam, did gym and played soccer together - no, it was because he was wearing a disposable diaper. Actually, the top of his diaper was showing over a very tight pair of semi-transparent plastic pants and it was those which I saw first. “Erm… do you wear diapers?” I asked the most obvious question as I sat gawping at what was before me. “These are a new type mommy bought,” he paused to run his fingers around the top, “they’re a bit larger than the ones she usually gets.” I was confused as I’d never seen him wearing anything like them before and it was only now I was aware of their presence that I noticed the slight bulkiness to his shorts. “Usually?” I queried. “Do you wear them regularly?” “No not often… just if I have an accident at night and wet the bed.” He said all this so matter-of-factly that instead of being shocked I was interested in what he had to say. “Sometimes I pee myself… or worse,” he looked up at me to make sure I understood. I nodded. “I don’t know why I occasionally do but… I do.” He paused again but this time he wasn’t looking straight at me he was looking down at his diaper. “If I wet the bed, it has been known for me to wet myself at other times so…” Now he looked into my eyes and waited for a reaction. I didn’t know what to say so he continued. “Mommy, she’s a nurse,” I suppose he thought that explained quite a lot “makes me wear a diaper to be on the safe side.” “Is she punishing you?” I asked naively. “Protection she calls it but I suppose there may be a bit of punishment in there as well… it’s been happening since I was a little kid so…. I’m used to it now.” “Do the other kids know?” “Some do… but as I’ve grown up with most of them… there’s not much they don’t know about me.” He saw my unbelieving look because I knew, back at my old school, a boy his age wearing diapers… and plastic pants… would be ridiculed every minute of every day. He continued, “I don’t have to wear them all the time, just if I have a ‘bed-wetting incident’.” He said ‘bed-wetting incident’ as if he’d learned it off by heart as some kind of medical term for what happened. “The plastic pants are to protect my other clothes, my shorts,” he pointed to them as if in explanation. “Sometimes my involuntary wetting happens over a period of days… so… I have to wear these until mommy thinks it’s safe for me to go back into my usual underwear.” “Do you mind?  Does it feel strange?” I just couldn’t quite comprehend what Kenny was going through or why he allowed himself to be put into diapers but I didn’t mention that at the time I was still curious. “How much longer will you be in them?” “Don’t know. If I’m dry for a couple of days… and nights… then she’ll decide but…” he looked me straight in the eyes again. “I really don’t mind… wearing a diaper is no different from wearing anything else.” I’m not sure I agreed with him on that because, until that moment, I had never seen anyone, except my baby brother, wearing diapers outside. This was a first and a very unusual first at that. I was transfixed by the sight and by Kenny’s frankness. It obviously didn’t worry or upset him in the slightest and if the other kids knew, it had long since been of any interest to them. I just looked at him. No, that’s a lie, I actually just stared at Kenneth’s crotch and the strangely hypnotising diaper and smooth plastic pants that surrounded it. “You like them?” Kenneth asked and I must have nodded my response as I gazed disbelievingly at this unexpected revelation. He rolled over onto his stomach, pulled his shorts down a little further and the plastic pants, stretching over the slightly hidden diaper underneath, emphasised his shapely young bum. He ran his hands over them and kept saying how nice they felt to wear. “Can I feel them?” I nervously asked. “Of course,” he replied as if it was the most natural request in the world. I tentatively ran my hand over the tight slippery material, caressing his tight young buns but not really thinking about that in a sexual manner, only to appreciate the feel of that protected area. He turned over and I kept stroking the padded material, it felt warm, and soft, and exciting. My fingers gently slipped inside the waistband… and for me at least, the weather seemed to raise several degrees. I looked up but Kenneth’s eyes were closed. I figured that if he wasn’t bothered then why should I as I delighted in tracing my fingers across the thickness of the smooth, shiny material. *** The following day I noticed that the slight bulge in his shorts had disappeared and I asked if he was now out of his daytime protection. He nodded and for some reason I felt a bit disappointed. I had become fascinated with Kenny’s problem and of course the fact that, as a result, he wore diapers and plastic pants, I wanted to know and see more but the opportunity to bring up the subject appeared to have passed. In gym he changed and was wearing the same style of briefs as the rest of the boys in the class and again I felt really disillusioned. I wanted to see my friend in his ‘protection’ and maybe learn a bit more. Perhaps feel them again because the night before… that was all I could think about as I fell asleep. At lunchtime it was still hot and I suggested we go back to our sunbathing spot up on the playing fields. He agreed and as we ate our sandwiches I tentatively broached the subject of his diapers. I was worried in case he thought I was being too nosey but he didn’t seem to mind my questions. Again he answered everything I asked. No, the doctor didn’t know why he wet. Yes, he slept in them. No, he didn’t mess on purpose. Yes, his mom used to diaper him when he wore cloth diapers, but now he uses disposable ones he puts them on himself. No, he isn’t afraid of what people might say. Yes, he liked to wear them. I was surprised that he admitted to that, so I wanted to know why. He said because he liked his parents making a fuss, he liked the bulkiness between his legs and he liked the way it made him feel. Safe. Like him I was ten years-old but I’d never thought of anything the way he seemed to do and think I was a little jealous of his experiences. *** Mom was keen that Jake and I should make friends so, after a few weeks, I asked if Kenny could sleepover one night… she was delighted. On the Thursday I asked him if he’d like to come to my place to play and perhaps stay over for the night. He thought that would be a terrific idea but had better check with his parents first. A call from his mom to mine confirmed it and after school on Friday he went home to pack a few things before being delivered to us by his fire-fighter dad. Mr Morrison was a tall, energetic, muscular man who, like his son, was all smiles when I and my family met him for the first time. As Kenny jumped from the car he was already shaking hands with my mom, ruffling Jake’s hair and on his way to say ‘Hello’ to me. He was a bundle of energy and compliments as he steered his son towards us. As we boys went into the house he stood chatting to mom for a few minutes before he waved his goodbyes, and disappeared back down the road. Kenny had brought with him a backpack and a sleeping bag, which seemed a lot for an overnight stay. I was more than prepared for us to share my bed but… I hadn’t thought he might not want that. He dumped his stuff in my room, Jake and I had a room each, though my brother often came to join me in mine. In fact, ever since he was a toddler, Jake had been scared of thunder and lightning and had often found comfort with me at these distressing times. As the older brother I had to calm him, even though I was a bit scared of it all myself. My job was to look after my little brother and if he needed someone to cling onto when he was terrified, I was happy to do that for him. Besides, and I never admitted it to him, but his warm little body snuggling against mine as he slept was alleviating my fears as well. My mom had said that we couldn’t exclude Jake and if he wanted to he had to be allowed to play with us. As Kenny was an only child I naïvely thought it was something new for him to be involved in the way brothers interact with each other so, I was glad that he was happy for Jake to be included. ***     We almost wore ourselves out playing in the fields behind the house and as the shadows got longer we came in for food and to watch TV. Later, we were playing a board game in my room when mom shouted that it was time to get ready for bed. It was well past the time that Jake usually had to be in bed by but, because of our guest, he was allowed to stay up that little bit later. On mom’s orders he went back to his own room to get ready for bed. He used the bathroom first and then went to put his pjs on. Meanwhile, Kenny had spread out his sleeping bag on the floor next to my bed. I suggested he didn’t need that as I was happy to share my bed if he wanted. He looked at me a bit sheepishly and said that he didn’t think I’d want him in with me in case he wet again. But he opened his backpack and retrieved a disposable diaper and a pair of pink plastic pants and waved them at me.   “However,” he smiled, “I have come prepared… so it shouldn’t be a problem.”   I noticed that he had more than one disposable in his backpack and suggested that, if he liked the idea, that perhaps, I should also get diapered up… that way, we’d be doubly protected. He smiled knowingly and added he thought that it was a great idea… if I wanted to. I think this is what he’d hoped for all along and I knew, despite my self-denial, that this was also what I was hoping would happen. He handed me a disposable and a pair of clear plastic pants and said that he hoped that they would fit OK. We were both the same size so I had no doubt that they would and I was eager to get started. We went off to wash and brush our teeth together and then, once back in my room, we began to strip our clothes off. A brief knock on the door and mom came in to make sure we were both getting ready for bed but at that moment we were both stood in our underwear. “Mommmmm,” I moaned, “can’t we have any privacy?” “Sorry son, sorry Kenneth,” she paused, “just your mom said you might need...” She looked at Kenny who, realising his mom must have told my mom about his problem said: “It’s OK Mrs Hudson… thank you… but I can do it all myself”.   Mom took the message and didn’t pursue it any further:  “OK then boys, if you’re sure. You can play your games for a little while longer but try not to make a noise… I don’t want Jake disturbed.”   “Yes mom, we’ll be quiet.” With that she shut the door and I could hear her go down stairs to watch some TV of her own.   Kenny pulled off his underpants and stood there naked in front of me. He wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed and although I’d seen him naked in the showers at school, this was unnervingly intimate as there was just the two of us. Like me, he had no hair on his body, although a couple of the boys in class had begun the sprout the odd tuft on a particular part of their young bodies. However, I was suddenly occupied with another image and looked on spellbound as he unravelled his disposable and laid it on the floor. He then sat his naked bum down on it, lay back and in seconds had tightly taped himself into the thing. He did all this without a moment’s hesitation and, when he stood up I was impressed as to the way it hung onto his slim hips. He looked cute. There’s no other way to describe it. His blond hair and his slim body, wrapped in a disposable diaper made him look unbelievably cute.   “OK, your turn,” he said.   I nervously pulled down my briefs, and then took the offered disposable from Kenny… although I really had no idea how to put it on. Kenny saw my confusion so came over and helped me with it. He spread it out on my bed and got me to lie out on it. He took his time as I watched him slowly pulling the thing up between my legs and making sure everything fitted me well. My best friend fitting me in a diaper felt strange but exhilarating all at the same time. He’d just fastened the tapes to make sure it was a tight and snug fit, pulled me to my feet so he could check that it didn’t droop anywhere, when the door burst open and in walked Jake.   “Good night Kenny I…”  The poor little fellow looked at a loss as to what to make of the two boys he was recently playing with standing in nothing but diapers.   “And a goodnight to you Jake,” Kenny smiled at him and, not knowing what to say, I simply frozen in panic.   “I like your pjs… are those spaceships?”   He padded the short distance towards Jake who let him examine the cartoon spacemen and rockets that adorned his pale blue cotton pajamas, while he himself was bug-eyed at the thick disposable in front of him. “I could do with some like these myself… they look terrific.” Kenny continued.   Jake got his breath back and asked the most obvious question. “Why’re you both wearing diapers?”   I had no idea how to answer that but Kenny was an obvious past master at such bold questions and told him, very straightforwardly, that he had a medical problem that meant that he occasionally wet the bed. This was protection whilst he was visiting his friends so that he didn’t spoil the bedding if it happened during the night. Jake looked across the short distance to me but before the next question formed on his lips Kenny got in first.  “Your brother didn’t want me to feel bad about being in diapers on my own so offered to wear them as well. Isn’t that nice of him?”   Jake wasn’t sure but just sort of nodded a “Uh-uh.” Not knowing what better to do I pulled up my plastic pants and went in search of boxer shorts, which I usually slept in. When Jake reached out and touched Kenny’s diaper… my best friend didn’t even flinch or hide or… well I’m not sure what I expected but he handled the situation incredibly well. Once Jake had finished examining it Kenny reached down and pulled his own pink plastic pants over it and then stepped into his own pajamas. They were a plain pink color, which matched his plastic pants, which I suppose was the idea, and the padded bulge looked OK from where I was standing. “Jake… get back into bed at once.”   Mom shouted, as she must have heard something was going on upstairs,   “Let the boys get to sleep themselves.”   Without another word Jake rushed off to his own room leaving Kenny and I to contemplate what had just happened.   “Like you,” Kenny smiled, “he’s just curious.”   I looked at my sleepover guest with renewed awe. He’d answered Jake’s questions and wore his diaper with dignity. I was feeling well impressed and, with our plastic pants rustling as we climbed into my bed, I realised I had a new respect for the diaper I was also now wearing. ***  tbc ***