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I recently ordered a pack of Tena Slip Maxi from Allanda (uk based), i noticed that all of the diapers had a manufactuering fault on them, basically loads of tiny pin prick holes in a straight line front to back. They dont really leak, and with plasic pants its not a huge deal, but anyway i e-mailed Allanda and told them of the problem, they sent me out a new pack and a pre-paid packet to send 2 diapers directly to Tena for research. Yesterday i received a large package with 3 packs of Tena slip inside with an apology letter. NOW I HAVE TOO MANY DIAPERS !!!!!!! if there is such a thing But i do want to praise both Tena and Allanda for there most exellent customer service http://www.allaboutincontinence.co.uk/

You did the hard part=the 1st time buy--at least tried. Better luck next time!!!

Chapter Three Summer started to go into her room, then decided to make a detour, the old woman's crazy accusation that she was incapable of making it to the bathroom without the help of her little step-sister, not even half her age, still echoing in her mind. She did have to pee, a little anyway, although she probably would have waited if it hadn't been for what the woman had said. There was no reason it should have bothered her so much, that she should have thought of it as anything more than senile rambling, yet, for whatever reason, it did. So she felt unjustly proud of herself when she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door, nowhere close to having a problem with making it there on time, without anyone's help. "Stupid old bitch," she shook her head with a sneer, starting over towards the toilet, not noticing the bar of soap on the dish by the sink starting to shake slightly. "Talking about me in diapers... Hell, I bet she wears 'em..." It would have been impossible to tell, with the huge, billowy, flowered dress she'd had on, but that thought amused Summer, bringing a small smile to her lips, even though she knew it was wrong. It lasted until she reached down with one hand to toss open the toilet lid. "Huh?" She tried again, with the same results - the lid wouldn't budge. Brow furrowed, she squatted down a little to get a better position, putting one hand on each side, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't lift so much as a centimeter, almost as if the whole toilet, seat, lid, and all, were all a single piece, some strange sculpture meant only to appear to be functional. Except of course, that she knew that wasn't the case. She'd used that toilet a thousand times, at least, and never had any sort of problem like this. It had to be some kind of weird practical joke, she thought - maybe Valerie had made up that story about the baseball to get her out of the house while she superglued it all together. Summer couldn't imagine the girl as a prankster, but perhaps one of her supposed friends had put her up to it. Either way, she was going to be in big trouble when her dad got home and she had to explain this. She jumped a little as she straightened up, feeling the towels hung on the rod behind her brushing against her, having not realized she was so close to them, rolling her eyes at herself for being so jumpy. This was annoying, sure, but ultimately not a huge deal - she'd just go to the bathroom in her mom and Donald's room. She might get a lecture about paying closer attention to what Valerie was up to when she was alone with her, though after she explained what she'd been doing instead, she was sure at least her mother would understand why she hadn't that time. She opened her mouth to shout down and tell Val that her joke wasn't funny, and she wouldn't be covering for her, only to nearly gag as she felt something large forcing its way into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and her hands leapt upwards, only to be jerked backwards roughly as she felt soft fabric wrapping around them. She tried to let out a scream of panic, not knowing what in the world was happening, but with her mouth stuffed as it was, hardly any noise was able to get out. She turned her head, trying to get some idea of what had grabbed her, a little shocked to see that it was only the towels, having somehow gotten twisted around her wrists. She tried to pull a hand free, then nearly fainted from surprise as she watched the towel jerk back, pulling her closer to the wall. This couldn't be happening, it had to be some strange dream, and yet she could feel it all, including the increasing tightness around her wrists, and could taste whatever was in her mouth. It was an odd taste, fresh, but chemically, and it wasn't until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, saw the bubbles at the edge of her mouth, that she realized it was soap. That glance confirmed that there was nothing behind her but the towels, too, no matter how absurd that seemed. She squirmed against their grip again, skin crawling as she felt them wrapping around her arms, slithering up them like snakes, then let out a muffled yell as they spun her around so she was facing the wall. It was then that she felt the soap spring to life inside her, rather than merely serving to keep her quiet. It flopped inside her mouth for a moment like a large, square fish, then slid out a few inches, just enough to make her believe she had hope before going back inside, where it made a full circle, lathering up her tongue, pushing out her cheeks, sudsing up the roof of her mouth, before coming back out and repeating the whole thing. To make things worse, she saw something else moving from the corner of her eye as she was trying to cope with that, and she turned her head to see the hand towel floating towards her, coiling itself into a cloth snake. She didn't have time to process how absurd this whole thing was, how impossible it was, only to whimper as she worried about what it was going to do as it flew behind her. She felt its "head", such as it was, worm its way into the waist band of her skirt, and then into her panties, leaving her squirming and whimpering helplessly. A moment later, she felt a rush of cool air on her bottom as the hand towel zipped downward, taking her clothes with it, leaving her pale, tender ass on full display. She tried to beg for mercy - though who she was asking, she didn't know - but managed only to dribble a trails of suds down her face, dripping down onto her shirt. Behind her, the towel wriggled out from under the skirt and floated back up. It brushed up against her bottom again, pausing as she flinched, then coiled itself tighter, one end moving away from her. It stayed there for a moment, then flicked inwards rapidly, leaving a red mark across Summer's backside. Summer clenched her teeth in pain, managing to trap the soap for a second or two before it managed to dislodge itself, plenty slippery now with her saliva. She wasn't sure how long the punishment went on, until, at last, the door opened and she found herself shoved outward by the towels, landing on her stomach in the hall as the bathroom door slammed shut behind her. "Are you okay?!" Valerie yelled from downstairs. Summer could hear her feet coming closer, made herself calm down, delay the freak-out that she could finally have with her mouth free, long enough to call, "I just slipped, I'm fine!", though it took her a few tries, the first couple interrupted as she gagged on the soap suds still filling her mouth. She scrambled to her room, hands shaking as she shut her door and looked down at herself. Her top half of her shirt was soaked and soapy, and her skirt was still around her ankles. Wincing, she turned to get a look at her bottom in the mirror - it could definitely not be called pale anymore, as it was now glowing red. She pulled up her panties and skirt, whimpering as she saw that the marks of her punishment extended down below the hem. She couldn't even think about sitting down, so she laid down on her stomach, hugging her pillow to her fearfully. "What the hell is going on?" she wondered, shivering from the shock of what she'd just been through. "That was impossible... Impossible..." There was no way anything like what she'd just seen could possibly happen, and yet, she had the marks to prove that, somehow, it had. It was almost like magic, but that was, of course, ridiculous. Except that she'd just had an argument with someone rumored to be a witch... She shook her head at the very thought, knowing that was all just the talk of dumb neighborhood kids, though she had to say the words, "There's no such thing as witches," out loud to reassured herself of that fact. She hadn't been expecting a response, so her heart nearly stopped as those words seemed to get a good chuckle out of a disembodied voice. It was too old to be Valerie, though she thought it sounded a little too young for the old woman. And it was most definitely not her, which was the most worrisome, seeing as she was the only person in the room. "Oh, God," she whimpered, squeezing the pillow tighter to her. "I'm going crazy..."

How is this going?

Hopefully the briefs were kept in a vault (or someone's air conditioned bomb shelter) so's they won't crumble in your hands... or split open when you tape them around your privileged buns. Come on people get with the class war! Entrez-pro-noors are all around us, taking time travel back to 1995 to buy paper panties and bring them back for bow-koo profit on eBay! (after taking a couple out for the return trip, of course of course). And if you don't like the price, why then you're just a pitiful pissypants with no soshul cashay. Expensive is always better, especially when its a clump of paper, wood pulp and plastic that you're going to piss (and possibly crap) in/on and toss... so very much more decadent that way

There's an entire thread here: http://img.fapchan.org/babby/

You do know that sleeping with a pacifier in can really screw up your teeth, right?

Whether you like it or not, when you're a DL it doesn't go away The only solution is self-acceptance Once you've gotten over that hurdle there will be more but they're easier if you clear the first one well And you're not alone in having no AB tendencies- for me and many others here that has no appeal, but we don't have a problem with others who are AB. We're all weird in our own way Being a DL is much like an obsession; you can't stop the desires and thoughts so you control it by your actions- wearing frequently enough so that it doesn't become an overwhelming urge when you least need that, and by knowing how it works with you so you can see it coming ahead of time and allow for it There's no real harm in wearing diapers as long as you're in control. The harm happens when it takes over your life because you didn't do what you needed to do to control it, or when you deceived yourself (or someone else) by thinking you could stop it when you didn't know that for a fact You're not 'giving in' when you do something you want or need to do; you're simply dealing with it because you have to. Having said that I should add that like anything else knowledge is power. Learn by reading here how it went for all of us and see what clicks with you. Then go on to see how we dealt with those parts- those methods might work for you. If not find your own way to handle it Sometimes, though not often, self-acceptance leads to wearing diapers 24/7. I don't want to scare you with that thought, but it may happen so you should be aware of it- and also that it is kind of rare. Some of us need to be 24/7, most of us don't, and even then those of us who do learn how to cope with it pretty well sooner or later Being a DL needn't run or ruin your life so long as you know yourself and make allowances for your needs whatever they may be Just relax and realize that you're among friends here who are either dealing with or have dealt with most of the issues of being a DL. Welcome! Bettypooh

all i can ask is....... why? every post you have made is about diapers, diapers, diapers, and diapers. you can't just walk in to a psych ward and tell them your a threat to yourself and others unless they can tell. they go through test and other things.. i think you need counseling first

I don't care if you have to wear them or not, as long as you love wearing diapers, you're okay by me! I've noticed that many incontinent people are just as judgmental as others when it comes to the AB/DL community. Not me! Thanks for sharing, and I agree that the need is probably a medical condition. What we need drives us.

Check his dydee when you're in public together, or a semi-public place, just peel back the waistband of his pants and a little glimpse will do. Just enough to make him blush. Like in a movie theater, standing in line at a restaraunt, etc. Then pat his bottom and ask him, "Hows your dydee comin along?" Back seat car diaperings/changes are always fun, just pick a rather private place. Incorporate a baby "routine"; its a really good way to make him feel taken care of and like him being a baby is just a normal part of the day. Wake-up and change at a certain hour, then breakfast, then buh-byes, bottle time, then cuddle time, then play time, another change, another bottle, etc. At a restaraunt, bring a nice bottle of his favorite drink and keep it in his sight. Wait until he can't stand the temptation and eventually reaches for it. Bring an empty bottle everywhere, and when you stop at starbucks, or a favorite drink stop, swap the container it comes in and have him drink it out of Mommy's bottle instead.

I was gonna use the potty, but then I got high.... Was gonna be a big boy not naughty, but then I got high... Now my diapers wet, and I know why... Because I got high, Because I got high, Because I got high

Generally any activity + weed will make said activity more fun. Unless you're doing homework for differential Calculus, then it just becomes an exercise in frustration. One time I ate mushrooms, then fapped myself to an Earth-shattering orgasm in a poopy diaper. It was like my consciousness had transcended the physical realm and become one with Stinkus Pamperus Maximus, the omnipotent omniscent deity of dirty hippie diaper babies everywhere.

Yo, whatever makes you get up in the morning there dude. Your comment is what thousands of druggies all over the world tell themselves every day to justify their actions. Good on ya for snowing some poor shmuck doctor into giving you a script for medical pot. Loser.

Okay, no judgments... As long as you're (possibly) just hurting yourself and not someone else. I drink too much, myself. I have only tried pot once and find it overrated. But I wouldn't mind trying again to be totally honest. Heck, I wouldn't know how to find it! And if I did, I could see myself wearing a diaper, and getting stripped searched by an under cover cop. IDK, can you imagine how paranoid I'd be really on the stuff? Honestly, I'd wish they'd find a way to legalize it. I feel like drinking is worse for me than pot.

Too right DW, if it doesn't hurt anyone, then whats the harm. Its not as if stoners are out there jacking people for their next hit. Personnelly I don't smoke it much anymore, but only because it does bad things to me, anxety/ feeling down. I prefer to do it by my self where I can control the situation. Take anything you want, as long as it isn't harming anyone else. Or don't it doesn't make any difference to me

I am High on life I haven't smoked in close to 20 years, don't care for it. That being said I can't understand why it is illegal. Legalize, regulate and tax it. people are doing it anyway, who much money have we wasted on the so called war on drugs.

I agree totally! I took courses in neurology and i have yet to see a worse side effect than what alcohol does to your body compared to weed. I smoke weed once and a while but i never tried while wearing diapers! Its a great idea i think Necros!

Talk about non tolerance when we should be we are already a small marginilized community. I'd say MJ is better that what you could be doing, such as coke, herion etc etc. To each their own though, I would wear diapers when Im high, I would get too paranoid lol.

Well the forum IS callsed Stinky, Squishy, and Proud! Be proud you are a poopy baby!!!

Sometimes hard to distinguish between a trollish fap story and a genuine account of an experience someone actually had. Yes it's possible above poster really spent the morning this way. All the baby talk makes it hard to believe though.

Living alone doesn't really give much motivation for a person to poo a diaper and squish around in it BECAUSE of the cleanup. if we all had someone who was willing and ready to clean up our messy fun then I am sure we would all spend at least an hour a day rolling around in our filth for the babyishness. But for those who live alone (as in an apartment) there is little motivation to go through with being poopy because of the dreaded cleaing up. And there is also the feeling of lonely sadness that comes with speding a friday night alone in a poopy diaper, and not hanging out with friends.

why? that would defeat the purpose

Just be adorable and wear your double layer of bambino's with nothin else like a good girl.

I'm going in reverse here, but this perfectly illustrates that the OP is a bit silly (in good fun, I imagine!). Diapers aren't disallowed in the military right now. Admitting you like diapers will not get you discharged or court martialed. Similarly, of course, as the many of those of us on this forum who are married can tell you, those of us who wear diapers for whatever reason are still able to marry without issue.

rather just eat a vegan, figure they're leaner and healthier... (this was a joke, relax)

congrats! What nice neighbors. As i am not incontinent, i can understand that outsiders may feel weird about the whole Adult diaper thing. But I do not have a REAL need for diapers, i still consider it a medical condition, as well probably alot of other ABDLs. I believe that i have a psychological need for diapers, and i would consider that a medical condition perhaps. Once again, nice to know there are understanding people out there.

When in public places, like lines, put your hand down the back of his pants and feel his diaper for wetness. If it's wet say out loud "baby's wet!". If it's dry, tell him "you aren't wet, baby. Whatsa matter?" Whenever in public, always take the chance to say anything involving him in diapers. If at the store, tell him "honey we have to go buy you some more baby diapers" or "let's go to the bathroom and change your didy". Use public restrooms for changings. ALways force him to go into the women's room with you, holding his hand while he sucks his thumb. When done changing, force him to carry the wet or dirty diaper to the trash bin and throw it away, even if other women are watching.

If you assume, it makes an ass out of u and me. And then you are still stuck with no diapers like this kid. It's not har to make a phone call, and is just actin' smart.

I'll echo the echo of the cleanup. Showering is a hassle everyday, and dealing with messy diapers evry day is a bigger hassle. There have been times when I didn't shower after cleaning up a messy diaper.

You obviously have internet though. Could have looked up the store and gotten the number. Use your head and try all avenues next times, there are many ways to solve the same problem. In fact, look up the number now!

I hang my diapers on the clothes line in the back yard to save using the gas dryer all the time. The walls around my yard are six feet tall, so there is privacy. Next door is a daycare so I get all kinds of balls in my yard. When I come home for a diaper change I let the dogs out, and throw the balls over the fence. Today though I was surprised when the husband and wife who run the center popped up above the fence. It was lunch time and all the kids were inside, so I didn't expect it and it scared me a little. They thanked me for returning the balls without complaining (like the neighbor behind them). I felt really exposed standing there with a dozen diapers hanging from the line. Apparently his sister was in a snow boarding accident and snapped a vertebrae in her back. She's incontinent so they asked me why I chose cloth diapers over disposables. I told them all the reasons I thought they were better, and they seemed to appreciate the information. She asked me how long I'd been incontinent and I told her. They were really nice about it, not giving pity or making stupid comments. So I headed in to change and go back to work feeling like I'd given some good advice. I'm always worried that people will see my condition as a threat, or judge me. Dumb really! But the feelings are still there.

Discuss!

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