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Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into his parking space just outside his apartment. It was Thursday, and Sam was ready for the weekend. Even though he'd gotten a 'snow day' in the middle of the week, he felt like he'd just worked twice as hard once he went back to work. He felt exhausted. On top of that, he'd seen no action since Jess' recent shopping trip to Victoria's Secret. Between catching a glimpse of her lingerie at Shelby's house, seeing the pink shopping bag in their room, and her subtle but still sexual innuendo during their conversation Monday night- Sam honestly thought that his sex life would be taking a completely new turn. Sam felt almost like he'd been tricked. While Jess had made no promises to him, he felt like the implication of their conversation was clear- If he didn't argue with Jess and let her make the decisions about his diapers, she'd be more relaxed and things would inevitably heat up in the bedroom. Yet nothing had happened within the past two nights. No sexual advances from Jess whatsoever. And even the usual glimpses of the panties she wore under her sleep shirt revealed nothing special. Only a pair of tight briefs... no sign of any provocative thongs, transparent nighties, or special lingerie. To be fair, Sam knew Jess had been stressed at work too, but her purchases from Victoria's Secret had to mean something good for their relationship in the bedroom, didn't they? At the very least, Sam told himself, he would have to be willing to wait for the weekend. The waiting game... Jess greeted Sam with a quick hug as he walked in the front door. She was wearing a baggy t shirt and some pink sweat pants that said 'VICTORIAS SECRET' on the side. 'What a tease' Sam thought to himself as he realized the sweat pants were brand new. But, if nothing else, Jess had been pretty friendly during the past few days. In a way, she was right. They fought less and Sam could only hope that Jess had less stress in her life as a result of his compliance with her plan. "You want some dinner?" asked Jess as she opened up the oven, pulling something out of it. "No... I'm not hungry." said Sam sitting on the couch and staring off into space. "Are you feeling okay, sweetie?" asked Jess. "Yeah... I'm just tired. Actually... I, um... think I'm gonna go to bed early." said Sam, knowing full well what that would mean. "Okay, honey. You know its only 8, right?" "Yeah... I know... I'm just really tired." "Are you sure you're feeling okay, sweetie?" said Jess sitting down next to him on the couch, putting her arm around him, and putting her hand on his forehead. "Yeah, just tired I guess." said Sam absent mindedly. "Okay, well why don't you go brush your teeth and I'll meet you in the bedroom to help you get ready for bed, okay?" Sam nodded, got up, and proceeded to the bedroom. He brushed his teeth and began taking off his work clothes. He slid down his pants and began unbuttoning his shirt. Just as he sat down on the bed wearing only his undershirt and a pair of white boxer briefs, Jess walked in... without knocking of course. "Okay, lets get you diapered up." said Jess, opening the dresser drawer and unfolding a disposable diaper. Sam thought it strange as he realized that Jess had moved his diapering supplies from the closet to the dresser. Since she'd taken over doing everything for him, Sam hadn't paid any attention to where his nightly supplies were. He'd just assumed that she'd been getting them from his over stocked gym bag that had remained in the living room for the past few days- his diaper bag. While Sam tried to tell himself that WHERE his supplies were kept didn't matter at all, the whole arrangement just seemed to reinforce the fact that Jess was in change now... and that she had total control of his diapers. Jess sat his open diaper on the bed next to him. "Stand up." she said. Sam did as he was told. Jess sat an unfolded towel on the edge of the bed. Sam jumped a little as he felt her hands grab hold of the waistband of his underwear and yank them down in one quick motion. It seemed that, in a split second, he was naked with his underwear around his ankles. He stepped out of them while trying to cover his genitals with his hands from his wife's view. "Lay down. Grab your legs." said Jess. Sam laid down on the towel and grabbed his legs. Jess shook baby powder onto his butt and rubbed it in. "Down." she said. His bare butt came to rest on the soft padding of an open diaper. Then, she grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted some into her hands before rubbing them together. She rubbed it into his crotch before liberally applying it to his balls. "Its been real cold lately and I don't want your skin to dry out too much. Too much baby powder can do that." she said. 'This was torture' thought Sam to himself as she rubbed some oil into his hardening penis. The past two nights, Jess had been quick to pull the diaper closed just as she'd noticed Sam getting an erection... leaving him to lay in bed, confined in his thick disposable diaper. And he didn't dare massage himself. But just as Sam began resenting the feeling of his wife's oily warm hands, he noticed that she still seemed to be rubbing the oil in despite the fact that he was now very hard. "What are you so excited about, mister sleepy head?" asked Jess with a small smirk on her face. "It just... feels good." said Sam sitting up with a small smile on his face. "Hey, I didn't say you could sit up. C'mon sweetie, lay down, we still have to get you diapered if you're going to bed." said Jess putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back onto the bed. Sam did as he was told. Jess began rolling up his t shirt but, to his surprise, she squirted more baby oil into her hands and gently grabbed his balls. "Is my boy getting all hot and hard?" she asked. Sam nodded. "Close your eyes, sweetie." Sam did as he was told. Jess slowly began stroking his shaft. "You like the way that feels?" she asked. "Yeah..." said Sam. "Do you sometimes get excited in your diaper?" asked Jess. "Yeah..." sighed Sam, totally lost in the feeling of his wife's warm hand on his shaft. Slowly, Jess let go of Sam's erect penis. "Are you pretty still tired, sweetie?" she asked. "A little." said Sam. "Do you want me to tape your diaper up so you can get some some sleep?" asked Jess. "What? No!" said Sam opening his eyes now. "Hey! What did I say? Close your eyes, c'mon, keep em' closed." said Jess. Sam did as he was told. He felt his wife's warm breath on his neck. She whispered in his ear. "Its okay, sweetie. Just relax." Sam nodded. He could hear Jess opening up the bottle of baby oil. He felt her grab his balls again. "I can tell you get excited sometimes when I get you ready for bed. And you've been a good boy not to play with yourself while you're wearing your diaper. So I think you deserve a reward." She then began stroking his shaft again... now harder and faster. Sam sighed again. It felt so good. Unable to control himself, he came. He breathed a sigh of relief but kept his eyes closed. Only a few seconds later, he flinched feeling a cold baby wipe on his chest, then his penis followed by the familiar feeling of Jess sprinkling powder on his balls and rubbing it in. She then pulled his diaper up and taped it in place. Feeling sleepy now, Sam rolled over and pulled his shirt down to cover himself. He crawled up to the top of the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He glanced at Jess as she wiped off her hands with a few baby wipes. He felt her tussle his hair and kiss him on the forehead. His eyes were closed and he was drifting off to sleep as he heard the bedroom door close as she walked out. He was warm, snug, and happy. Sam opened his eyes later that night, feeling the uncomfortable feeling of cold baby wipes on his genitals. He saw Jess standing over him, his diaper open, wiping him down. She was wearing a short, grey t shirt and a pair of tight black boyshorts. With the covers off, he now felt a little chilly. "Sorry to wake you, honey. You were really soaked." she said as she continued wiping him. Sam glanced at the digital clock on their nightstand. It was 11:00 p.m. He then felt Jess' warm hands grabbing his ankles and lifting them up. "You're gonna have to help me with your legs, sweetie. Hold them up. There you go. Just like that." said Jess to her groggy, but obedient husband. She slid another diaper under his butt before powdering him and taping it up. Sam, who was barely even awake to begin with, rolled over and fell fast asleep. Sam woke up again in the early morning hours feeling an uncomfortable cramp in his stomach. He could see the faint blue glow of the morning sky. The sun still hadn't come up but glacning at the clock, he saw it was 5:58 a.m. He knew they'd both have to get up for work in about an hour. Sam first thought about just how dry his diaper felt. Possibly a little wet, he thought, but not like it usually was when he woke up. He could still feel the dry particles of powder in his butt cheeks. Just as he began feeling proud of the condition of his diaper, he began to remember Jess waking him in the night to change him. He thought that it could have been a dream... but it explained the very dry condition of his diaper all too well. Feeling his stomach cramp again, Sam curled up into the fetal position hoping to relieve some of the cramping. His stomach was really hurting. He tried unsuccessfully to go back to sleep. He was awake now. He didn't want to wake up Jess if he could help it. His first thought was to go to the kitchen and get some tums. But fearing a repeat of Sunday's accident, Sam knew his best bet would be to head to the bathroom. Easier said than done. He knew if he took off his diaper, he could probably wake up Jess later and explain to her that it had been an emergency. He didn't want her to lose any sleep. The real problem was that, ever since Sam started wearing diapers, Jess had slept on the left side of the bed- closest to the bathroom. In a way, it made sense. When Sam was wetting the bed, he had to be as close to the bathroom as possible. Now that the bed was kept dry and they both slept through the night, it only made sense that Jess would be closer to the bathroom... since she was the only one who used it at night. As he slowly sat up in bed, his discomfort increased. Sam began wondering what he'd eaten the previous day that was causing such cramps. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jess groaned a little but didn't wake up. Sitting there, hunched over, Sam was afraid to get up. He told himself he could make it to the bathroom but he would have to be extra careful when standing up. After a few minutes of sitting on the edge of the bed, gathering strength, Sam decided he would have to stand up. It was now or never. Slowly he got onto his feet, but he couldn't stand up straight. He just stood there, hunched over, his stomach still cramping. Just as he began walking, he stomach cramped up once more and he lost all control filling the seat of his diaper with warm, mushy poop. "Dammit." Sam whispered to himself. He was still groggy and half asleep... but he knew what he'd just done. 'Not again' he thought to himself. Going to the bathroom wasn't an option anymore. He glanced over at the bed. Jess was sound asleep. His stomach began cramping again. Feeling very weak on his feet now, Sam slowly climbed back into bed, being careful not to wake Jess up... not yet anyway. He laid down on top of the covers and curled up in the fetal position again trying to get comfortable, all the while being very careful not to lay down on his back or roll over. He wanted to prevent the mess from spreading out as much as he could. Just as he began feeling another cramp come over him, Sam got onto his knees and grabbed two pillows to rest his upper body on. He buried his face in the pillow and pushed more poop into the seat of his diaper letting out an audible, wet sounding fart. He heard Jess groan again and roll over. In another wet fart, Sam squirted out some runny poop into the seat of his messy diaper. His diaper was full and he was finished. While still very weak and very tired, he felt great relief. He then glanced over at Jess. She was awake and staring at him. Still on his knees, it must have been obvious what he was doing. Jess sat up in bed. "What happened, Sam?" she asked. "I'm not feeling well." he groaned, laying down on his stomach. Jess sighed and put her hand on his forehead again. "I think you have a fever, sweetie." said Jess. Sam just groaned. "Did you have a number two accident?" she asked. "Yeah... I'm sorry." Jess said nothing, she just stroked his hair a little but before getting out of bed and walking out of the room. Still groggy, Sam wondered where she had gone. He could hear the coffee pot gurgling in the other room and he could swear he heard Jess' voice. Sam carefully rolled onto his side, feeling the warm mess inside his diaper shift around. Jess walked back into the bedroom. "Okay, you've got a fever and you're obviously not feeling well so... I called your office and my office and told them we wouldn't be coming to work today." "You don't have to stay home with me." mumbled Sam. "Um... yeah I do actually. Because its obvious you're really not feeling well and you're gonna need someone to take care of you and change your diapers today." said Jess walking over to the dresser and pulling out a box of baby wipes and a new diaper.

Look negative nellies, a premium product costs a premium price, you really are a bunch of babies. How hard is Bambino/Classy Comfort trying? 2 designs in what, 5 years? Yeah, the prices are fucked, but they're taking a risk to make your AB wishes come true, so why do you all feel so burned? Just wait and wet your pants until the price drops.

Hi, i was wondering if anybody has experience with the anal tampons? Do they work ?

I was looking around online tonight and came across this really interesting catheter, the Urovalve Surinate Bladder Management system. Its like a half catheter that goes into your bladder and stops right about where the pubic wall is. There is a check valve built into it, that uses a magnet to release the check valve to allow the flow of urine. I've read discussions in the past about people having the idea of using a stent or something like that in both the bladder and external sphincter to bypass the ability to clench. So here's my thought, what if there was a way to disable the check-valve and still allow the catheter to sit in there and allow the urine to flow constantly. I wanted to share this with the group and get some feed back on what you think. Here is the website, with all the information on what it is and how it works. There is even a cool little video describing it. http://anonym.to/?http://www.urovalve.com/technology.php So, what do you think? Could it be modified to give the temporary incontinence that so many desire? Id love to hear your feedback. Thanks.

Chapter Sixteen Summer found herself sweating almost instantly, squirming uncomfortably beneath her restrictive blankets. It was worst for her poor bottom, hot and red and still slightly stinging from all the abuse it had suffered that day, encased not only beneath her covers, but also the thick padding and crinkling plastic of her Pamper. The rest of her body was warm, too, as the day's heat had yet to really begin to fade away, since it was so early, but her crotch felt like it was in a sauna. "Please let me out," she begged quietly from behind her pacifier, figuring it didn't matter if her words were heard or not, since she was desperate enough to try talking to an inanimate object, thrashing against the blankets practically chaining her to the bed. It could have been her imagination, but they seemed to feel less tight to her now than they had at naptime, giving her a little - though not much - hope. She whimpered softly as a sudden cramp ran through her body, one that signaled the inevitable, horrible result of that castor oil she'd been force fed earlier that day. She knew she couldn't hold it back forever, or, judging from her vague memories of the times when she'd been a kid that her mother had made her drink the stuff for constipation, very long at all, but she wasn't about to give in so soon. She bit down hard on her pacifier, eyes tearing up slightly as she fought with her own body, forcing her muscles to calm back down. She did it, but only barely, and she knew that the next time, or, at the latest, the time after that, she wouldn't be able to, not like this. She stared down at herself in the darkness of her room, her eyes having adjusted just enough to show her the outline of her own body under her covers. "Get out," she urged herself in an indecipherable mumble. "Get free." She focused on her right arm, watching the corresponding lump in her blankets while she wriggled it. At first, she could see no movement, but, just as she was about to give up, she saw the slightest twitch in the fabric. Delighted, and a little shocked, she began to work again, concentrating more and more on the struggle, charting the slow progress. It felt like swimming through Jell-O - no, not even that, swimming through a solid steel wall - but she could see her arm getting closer and closer to the top of the blanket, to freedom. She began to worry that, even if she managed it, she'd be too tired to do anything more, as she was practically soaked in sweat from the exertion of freeing just this one arm, but she knew she had to try. Unfortunately for her, it was right in the middle of this exercise that her bowels made their next attempt to expel themselves. Before she could truly register what was going on, she felt a rush of thick, warm mush push itself into her diaper, pressed tightly against her bottom by the thick, snugly secured padding. "No," she whined, immediately ignoring her arm and going back to working at controlling this other part of her, refusing to soil herself any further just yet. She sniffled softly as she felt the mess growing slightly, wondering if it was, indeed, already too late, then was overcome with relief as the wave of filth stopped. She lowered her head back onto her pillow with a sigh, feeling worn out. This was all an awful lot of work, she thought. And for what? But just giving up meant filling her diaper like the toddler this spell so wanted her to become. The fact that she'd been able to resist this much gave her hope, made her think that, despite how apparently hopeless it had seemed before now, that there was a chance that she could break free on her own. She went back to the work of wriggling free, feeling almost like a mother giving birth as she watched in amazement while her arm popped out from under the covers. From there, things got a little easier. Having one limb free, she was able to use it to help herself pull her other arm free. It was a definite improvement, though still not good enough. Taking care to put as little of her arms beneath the blankets as possible, she grasped her covers in her hands, and tried to pull them back, gasping with the wasted effort. While they had settled in to fill in the space left by her arms, the covers were, otherwise, not moving. She thought for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Her bottom contracted again, and she quickly moved her hands down her body pressing in on her crotch from the outside, crinkling her nose as the movement squished the mass in her diaper around. Otherwise, it didn't seem to do any good, though she wasn't sure if that was because of the thickness, and stiffness, of her diaper, or the covers. Still, once again, by some miracle, she managed to delay full release, winding up only slightly messier. She grasped the tops of her blankets again and tried to yank them aside, but still, they refused to move. She mused for a moment, then began to push on them, as if they were the lid of a coffin, which produced an identical effect. Luckily, that was just what she was hoping for. While pushing on it from the outside, she wriggled the rest of her body, trying to find the leverage to push herself up and out from the inside. She was thrilled to find that it seemed to work, though less so to feel another part of her body join in on the pushing, pumping another round of mush into the seat of her diaper, making her exodus all the more disgusting as her bottom slide across her sheets, slowly making its way out, a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. She barely had room at the head of her bed to sit - square on her squishy, stinky bottom, though she knew there wasn't anything she could do about that, much as she would have liked to - as she began the final part of the ordeal, getting her legs free, but she managed, just barely to contort herself enough to do it. Every part of her felt sore as she popped out from under the oppressing blankets, and the air felt cool and refreshing against her bare - other than around her diaper, which felt warmer than ever - skin. She wasn't sure what she was going to do from there, but whatever it was could wait a moment while she relaxed, she was sure. The blankets had tightened down around the bed now, giving her a nice, smooth surface to stretch out onto, without having to worry about accidently sliding back underneath them and finding herself trapped again. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath, formulating a plan. By now, Valerie was probably reading in her room, like the little nerd she was, so if she could just get up and make her way there, maybe, just maybe, she'd find a way to convince her to take her to the bathroom and un-tape her diaper, just long enough to prevent a full-scale accident. Of course, she had no guarantee it would work, but it seemed like her best bet. She squirmed slightly as she felt something rubbing against the skin of her legs, tickling her just a tad. For a moment, she just assumed it was the cat, jumping up to see her, and it was another couple seconds before her eyes shot open in alarm. They didn't have a cat. They never had. What she saw instead made her want to cry. Her blankets had begun to raise on their own, levitating up from the corners, and in between her legs, leaving her lying in the middle of what could almost be thought of as a hammock. "Let me go!" she mumbled, trying to sit up, to get away before they did whatever they were plotting. As if they were waiting for her voice to strike, they fell in, wrapping her up. She thrashed and fought against them, not wanting to be trapped again, feeling their soft, firm embrace against every part of her below her neck. All of that had been for nothing... No matter what way she moved, she could still feel them against her. But she could move, she realized after a moment. Glancing down at herself, she realized that she hadn't just been wrapped up in the blankets, like she'd thought. The blankets had transformed into a thick, footed sleeper. She could see a row of snaps in the crotch, and as she reached down to touch them, she saw that, in addition to the feet, the sleeper had mittens, too, and the cloth on them looked especially thick. While she had no doubt she wouldn't have been able to un-do them anyway, her every attempt at grasping the snaps, or the flap they held closed, was foiled by the mittens. She didn't see a zipper, and assumed there was one on the back, but she doubted she'd have been able to get ahold if it, either. Summer groaned in frustration. Could she even open her door with this thing on? She didn't think so. So much for looking for help from Valerie... Or even trying to sneak out and over to the old woman's house to beg for mercy. She was just as trapped as she had been before, except now she had the pointless comfort of being able to move around, even if it was just a little. Still, she wasn't about to have let herself go through all that without at least attempting to take advantage of her newfound mobility. She stared over at her door, gritting her teeth in resolve, and sat up, starting to spin around and off her bed. The change happened so fast that, when she felt her feet smack against something - cushioned somewhat by her sleeper, though it was still painful - she had no idea what it was, not even able to acknowledge the existence of the bars that had sprung up from the side of her bed out of nowhere for another few seconds. When she did, her eyes grew wide, and she rolled over to the other side of her bed, only to find them there, too. Anxiously, she scrambled, clumsily, to her feet, whimpering as she stared up at the top railing, seemingly still as far above her head as it had been while she was lying down. She was in a crib now, and she wasn't getting out. She was still reeling from that when the next cramp hit her, and, stunned as she was by the thoroughness of this latest trap, it barely even occurred to her to fight against it. She felt her body squatting down slightly, felt her bottom open up, felt her diaper begin to fill, in earnest this time. By the time she snapped out of her funk, into a full, and horrifying, realization of what was going on, it was too late to stop it. Any attempt at stemming the flow only seemed to encourage it to go faster. She felt the thick paste covering what felt like every inch of her skin, before it started pushing outward, forming a large lump in the seat of her diaper, ballooning the back out with its mass. As it finished, her body, worn out with the effort of that, and her other ultimately futile struggles, gave out, knees buckling and dumping her straight down onto her bulging bottom. But it wasn't until her bladder let go as well a moment later that she burst into tears. She tried to tell herself that crying wasn't going to solve anything, but she couldn't help it. She was hot, tired, humiliated, and messy. She was sure that there was no way she'd be able to get to sleep like that, though, despite what she'd thought, she found her tears helping after all, as it was far easier to cry herself to sleep, lying on her tummy, than she'd expected.

I'm waiting to see how these do in "real world" testing as well. Theses do look interesting. A random thought, I wonder if you compare a baby diaper to the weight for which it is intended to be used, how thick/large an adult diaper has to be before we get to the same size to weight ratio.

Thanks you all, yeah, my dad is a great person. I'm still giddy about finding him again finally.

Yeah, you nailed it BoToX. For me it was the fact that the cath is all internal, and nothing but two little strings that come out. I wonder if with this method there is lesser risk of UTI since there is some closure. Less chance for stuff to flow back in I guess is what Im thinking. I could be completely wrong.

This topic makes me think just one thing... I do hope you don't get off to those with bulimia and other eating disorders with your fetish for vomiting. ~ moogle

That reminds me I need to go see if I can fly my rd helicopter outside for some reason I kept running into the walls in my living room. Not that the grass is starting to grow maybe I will have a softer landing until I learn to fly it.

Why -1 this? It's not everybody's cup of tea but it's a perfectly valid way to raise some beer diaper food money... There's also the fact that it, you know, saves lives?

OMG- going back where I started at Towels make an excellent diaper once you get it folded and pinned right. Great absorbency, convenience, and relatively cheap You will need a waterproof diaper cover just as with any other cloth diaper To get a better idea of how much pee a towel will hold, next time you do laundry catch the washer before the spin cycle and see how heavy one is thoroughly wet- zowie! With cloth diapers (any kind) I rinse them and wring them gently a few times in the sink, then they go into the laundry with the general non-delicate laundry. Never a problem of any kind doing that and it cuts down on wash-loads and water use. No stains, no odors, no extra work either! The English used terrycloth nappies (maybe still do?) as it was more affordable than usual diaper fabrics and I remember training pants made of terrycloth too (not mine though). I still use terrycloth as a center soaker inside the birdseye diapers I sew because of it's absorbency and affordability By all means give it a try- just don't blame me if you end up liking cloth diapers as much as I do Bettypooh

College student? Go donate plasma or platelets. You can do it once a week and get $50-75 a pop depending on where you go. That got me through tough times in school for a couple of years.

You can't. They aren't sold here.

Okay. I see everyone thinks that ABU is making these diapers. No. It's being made by a German company called BunteWindel. Their site (translated from German), http://tinyurl.com/4eaybyj, says that a pack of 10 is €17.95 + €6.90 for shipping, which is about $36 ($3.60 each). So if anything, ABU is selling them cheaper than directly ordering from the Buntewindel. ABU is just a distributor of this German product, so all this anger towards the price should be directed toward Buntewindel. Furthermore, since it is made by Buntewindel, all this talk about ABU always lying about what their products entail does not apply to the Fabine. If it doesn't absorb the most liquid, it's Buntewindel that lied about their product. I, for one, have high hopes for this product and do hope that for the price of them, the guarantee is guarantee-able. There is a review up from a lucky product tester, (translated from German again) http://translate.google.de/translate?hl=de&sl=de&tl=en&u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.windelhauptstadt.de%2Farchives%2F1193

Unfortunately we might not get the opportunity. If demand dictates price, but they price themselves too far out of the market to begin with and their product doesn't sell, they might just abandon the product before the price comes down to a reasonable level. Sure, they'll likely drop the price to sell off the product if sales are slow but if they can't find a happy middle ground soon it could be dead before it gets off the ground. I have a good job and make good money and even I would have a problem paying that kind of price for a premium product. A few bucks more for a bag or a case....sure, but not fifty or a hundred more.

Ya I am being sexiest here, but at least she is a girl. I mean seeing girl in a tshirt and diaper is generally a bit less disturbing then most of us guys on here that are a bit overweight, which doesn't help the tshirt/diaper image. I'm sure there are those guys on here that are fit and that is probably still more disturbing then a female. Lol, only posted because at first I was like disgusting, then I saw it was a girl and my initial reaction totally changed.

Time after time we hear how people have dropped the AB/DL "revelation" after a relationship, even a marriage, has been established. As far as I'm concerned, that starts a relationship on a lie, and when the truth comes out, it's no wonder that truth, no matter what it is, is arbitrarily rejected. The time to reveal is before a lot of time and emotion have been invested. That allows those uncomfortable to disengage or back away gracefully, without anger or resentment. Sure, there may be disappointment and sadness, but it's better than leaving someone feeling used or taken advantage of. It's odd. It's different. Reveal BEFORE time and emotion is invested. Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. That, and for every door that closes, another one is opened. This hoping that "love will overcome" only works part of the time. Too often, it's anger, resentment and a messy breakup or divorce. 'Fess up early on. If it's meant to be, it will be. If it's not meant to be, better that early on. And, unless someone is really stupid and immature in their approach, there truly is someone for everyone. It may just take patience and the right approach...

Well the anal tampon is made for anal incontinence people. It excist of a soft foam surrounded by a film that keeps it compressed. This way the tampon can be easily introduced. The natural moisture and heat of the intestants releases the film and the foam expands and adapts itself to the anatomical conditions. This way solid stool is hold back in a reliable way, or so they say, just wondering if anybody ever tried them .

Venting, that's about all therapists are good for, that and getting paperwork for certain other things. Basically a therapist is what priests and priestesses are suppose to be, they listen, offer some helpful words of encouragement ... and then tell no one what you said. Anything they do beyond that is over stepping their bounds and probably illegal where you live.

I have no qualms with paying a premium price for a premium product. It's just that ABU has a shit reputation when it comes to business dealings, so I think everyone's just skeptical that it's going to actually be a premium product.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages. I wear pull-ups to work most every day because I try to be a big girl and use the potty, but my job is such that I can't always drop everything and run when I gotta go, so sometimes part or all of it ends up in my pants before I get to the restroom. Better safe than sorry. They are thin and discreet and don't bunch up like diapers have a tendency to do when I move around a lot. The disadvantage is when I fill one up I have to take my shoes and pants off to change. I generally wear diapers in the evenings and on weekends because they provide better protection and are easier to deal with. As a general rule in our home toilet privileges are revoked on weekends and holidays, so it's not like I have much of a choice.

Dude, just shut up already. Rule #1 of the woods: if it isn't natural, you bring it in you take it out.

Just stop, stop it, STOP. You are taking this way too far, it's gone past the realm of intelligent discussion and now you are just trolling. Go harass people on some other site with your senseless drivel.

I think the op who did this, did it for some sort of sexual kick or excitation. I mean, how hard is it to put on a pair of pants? REALLY! How hard is it to put on pants? I think they did it to be seen in a wet diaper by some strange so they could fantasize about it later.

The only issue is the truth. Fantasy land and common sense never go well together.

Premium = Using somebody else's design and charging more for it? Hey. I have a circa 1980 rolex ripoff. I'd like to sell it to you for 30 thousand dollars. Why say no? You're just being a negative nelly! There's a difference between pointing out that an upcoming product is an obvious attempt to rip people off and swindle them out of their money and feeling "burned." "Burned" would be the people wasting their money on this product. "Laughing" would be those of us who know ABU for what it is and are making fun of the gullible folks who got talked into paying that much for a ripped-off design from a DEMONSTRATED, FACTUALLY crap, lying, second-rate company that somebody's calling "original" despite obvious evidence. That is, of course, working under the assumption that we're not talking about the part of the posts that you didn't respond to: The part where we mention that if the product IS in fact good, that's cool, but it's still stupidly expensive.

The gay/lesbian community catches almost a third the hell that lifestyle fetishists catch.

My medical card now states that I am incontinent, and that I am allergic to disposable diapers, and that a catheter is not to be employed unless the medical staff has my permission, or that of my wife. Finally! I had to have an attorney write a letter of petition to have it added to the card. I'll be interested to see how this works at the airport in July!