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Thank you all to have served our country, keeping us safe and giving us the freedom we have today. and thank you to my uncle who passed away who served in the army and navy.

You are starting to use "'continence' issue" in quotes like you are trying to convince yourself there is one. Also the title of this thread "Defining Oneself" reeks of trying to manipulate the information. One does not define one's physical health arbitrarily (how that second one got by me I do not know. I think a am losing it). Like Gagool, I have seen this before and even done it a couple of time (in a different area and only to a very small degree, and was taken up on it by some people and did not like what I got). Unless you have been told by a professional in either the medical or psychological field that there is one then there is not. This kind of thing is dangerous on so many levels for anyone of any mental state because it starts them on a process of learning to believe what start as lies in small steps and one of the keys to changing behaviour is to do so in samll increments. One ends up conning oneself by habit, into some pretty bizarre things. If one has metnal health problems then it is even worse because what happens is that another part of their mentality slips out of their control. Now I do not know what those "issues" are but it seems to me that I would want to keep as much of my "faculties" undamaged as I could and to start the process of damaging what I have further would be the last thing I want to do because before long, I would have no control of my mentality and become a drooling idiot, needing to be tended to or confined in a hospital ward 24/7/52, living at the convenience of others. and if Adult Baby were my thing, I would not even have enough left of me to enjoy it. I just would not tempt Fate like that, the saying goes "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it" and there is the law of unintended consequences You avoid getting to the end of a road by not starting down its begining. I hope I never have to live in a group home. I have lived in an apartment complex and even some of the denizens of those places will drive you batty

I think we are on the same page here, it's not the people who have 'common sense' who expose this to everybody and their grandmother, it is the people who are lacking maturity and understanding. Unfortunately, anybody who has dealt with youth (between 16-23) you know there is maturing process that they go through that is painful to watch. I watch them go through the same stages that I went through, and I want to say "relax, it's normal." Of course, they know that in their case it is just so different, and we bite our tongue and say "ok, go learn for yourself." Whenever I deal with young people, I always want to "Don't do this, because I did, and this is what happened." (Not that I posted a picture of myself in front the entire world- I think I had more sense than that). They do, and sure enough the same thing happens. How often have we seen the "I'm done with this" post, or the "I want to ruin my bladder" post. Mature people try to talk common sense into them, and others (like me) ignore hopeless causes, and move on. I don't really have an answer to you question, and I'm not sure you do either. On one hand, we are all dealing with something that is publicly unacceptable, but on the other hand the people who could make this acceptable refuse to identified in public (I'm extremely guilty of this). I bet you and I, or some of the other people in this forum, could run into each other in public, and have absolutely no idea. We present ourselves in a socially appropriate manor, which means that don't make ourselves look out to be freaks. The freaks are the only ones who go out in public so that is all they see. A TV show about me would be boring. What I'm saying is: if people actually saw us for what most of us really are, they would react the same way they do with other fetishes, rather than the immediate connection to pedophilia, and all the things that are actually disgusting and wrong. Unfortunately, the people who could do that aren't volunteering (I'm not), so I don't see a way to change the perception.

Also yes our image is bad, I agree, i went on a tv show and im a 24 year old with a gf and i work 2 jobs, im 130 pounds and actually have a hot gf. So that might change our image a bit. I also have a college degree

u r all nuts... and nuts cant win squat... therefore, i win.

No matter how absorbent they are, I won't buy them. Too expensive.

Shared houses / group homes /assisted living environments seek to empower individuals with disabilities to embrace who they are and achieve all they are possible of. So yes, by all means enter a supporting environment on lies. Because this really empowers you to embrace who you are... You are not incontinent, and just because you have a note from your doctor does not mean you are. And how exactly will you get a dr to say "oh yes so and so is definitely incontinent" without them asking probing questions, and wanting to run tests? Enjoy your diapers but do not lie about them. People don't like liars. People don't trust liars.

Why cant you enjoy your fetish in a more respectable fashion? Do you have to wear diapers all the time around roomates? Do you absolutly have to get cases of diapers mailed to you constantly? Why cant you discreetly wear them in your own privacy, like your room or to bed and get maybe one case delivered once in awhile so as not to get questions asked? Get control of yourself and your hobbies, have some decency and respect for people who will be sharing your living space.

Patch I woke quite sharply and realised I was about to pee. No problem. Nappy on. Wet it. Go back to sleep. End of problem. Then something else stirred in my mind. Here I was, Ten years old, going up eleven, sleeping in a cot and wetting my nappy like a baby. All right, I was wet nearly every night anyway. It was expected of me. That's why I was still in nappies at night. Even if I was dry for a night or two, I would still be put into my nappy at bedtime, and when - not if - I was wet in the morning it would be taken off me and no more would be said. It wasn't so much a matter of if I would be wet as when I would need to be changed. I might as well carry on and wet this one, as it would almost certainly be wet in the morning anyway. I rolled over on to my back on the rustling plastic which covered the mattress just in case my baby pants leaked, and prepared to empty my bladder thoroughly into my nappy. Get it over with. Get back to that lovely land of sleep. Enjoy the warm clammy feeling as it went down between my legs and spread around my bottom. I knew it wouldn't stop me sleeping, I knew it was easier to sleep in a wet nappy than with a full bladder, so just let it go. I opened my eyes, and in the dim light coming in from the nursery doorway, I saw that the side of the cot was up. Damn! Juliet had promised she wouldn't do that! I had promised I wouldn't get out of the cot and go to spy on her and Peter, and she had still put the side up to keep me in as though I was a little baby. I would show her that it didn't work! I stood up. The side of the cot only came a little above my waist, and I knew I could vault it easily, although I had failed to do so the other night. This time I would do it better. Go over the corner! No problem! I slung my leg up behind me, rolled over the side and, under proper control this time, I landed neatly on my feet. I was always good at Gym - the best in my class - and that was really very easy when I put my mind to it. First things first. I went over to the toilet, pulled my pants down, undid one pin and carefully lowered my nappy, had my pee, and then pulled it up again. Due care and attention; the pin went back in and the nappy was secure again. There! I always said I could manage these things by myself given half a chance! I pulled my pants up and tucked in the errant bits of towelling around the legs. Now to see what Juliet was up to - after all, she had broken her promise to me, so mine to her was also void. I went softly to the nursery door, which was already part open, and peeked out. The landing light was on, but no other sounds could be heard. My flushing of the toilet had apparently gone unnoticed and I still had the initiative. I decided to explore further, enjoying the thrill of mischief. I went along the landing very quietly, listening for any movement, ready to slip back into the nursery at the slightest sound of adult footsteps. I reached the top of the stairs and peeked over the banister. The lounge lights were still on, and the murmur of voices came from within. I hitched my nappy and pants up a little - I hadn't got the pin back in quite tight enough - and went to the top of the stairs. The murmurs became a little more distinctive, and I recognised my mother's voice. So they were back! And Juliet hadn't told me! All promises to Juliet were now void and I felt justified in doing whatever I liked, and what I liked was to get into the action. I went downstairs, barefoot and silent, and reached the lounge doorway unnoticed. Mum and Dad were sitting on one of the sofas facing Juliet and Peter on the other one, with a bottle in a sort of silver bucket thing and those funny tall glasses with Champagne in them. I liked Champagne, not just for the bubbles but also because I always had to steal it, which made it taste much better. Time to make an entry. Juliet saw me first with a sharp question as to what I was doing out of bed. I had an easy answer - all the easier because it was truthful - that I had got up to take a pee. By the time I had got this out I was across the room and next to Mum, who was obviously pleased to see me and took me into her lap. I submitted to the inevitable nappy check without objection and made clear that I had used the toilet and replaced my nappy. All good Brownie points, and now I was in Mum's arms - always the best place to be - I had no fear of what Juliet might say; I was here for good! To my surprise, Juliet wasn't angry, and gave me a glass of orange juice. She even put a little bit of Champagne in it, winking at Dad as she did so. That broke the old rules of no alcohol for Amelia, and of no drinking after tea, but I was in the mood for breaking rules, so I took it eagerly. I told Mum all that had happened while being careful to leave out the grisly bits about the rat and my accident, and then conversation went on to boring grown-up things and I became a bit drowsy. I remember Dad carrying me upstairs, and Mum taking my nappy down again to put me on the toilet before pinning me back in rather more firmly, and I remember being tucked into the cot again. The last thing I remembered about that evening was Mum putting the side of the cot up again. Oh Well! I woke again early in the morning with an aching bladder. From the sunlight peeking around the nursery curtain, it was the usual time, but plainly no-one else in the house was moving. I lay back, and once again thought about letting it all go in my pants, but then I thought this was my third dry night in a row, and that equalled my record. It would be a good achievement to return home on, even if normal service was resumed tonight, so I climbed out of the cot - that manoeuvre was getting easier with practice, and went to the toilet. I had intended repeating last night's trick of removing one pin and replacing it afterwards, but I decide to push my luck on the strength of my third dry night and Mum's obvious good mood, so I took the whole wretched thing off and just dropped it on the floor. As I finished using the toilet I wondered what to do next. There was no sound of adults moving around, so I had things to myself. I took a shower, soaping off the last of the ointment, and returned to the nursery, almost tripping over my nappy where I had discarded it, and out of sheer habit wandered over to the changing table. By the time I got there I realised how silly it was, as there was no grown-up waiting impatiently for me with a fresh dry nappy laid out ready for my backside and a pot of ointment open and ready. My train of thought rolled on. I might just as well try the reverse of the bathroom trick and dress myself, sans nappy, in the hope that no-one would question it; Mum would think that Juliet had seen to me, and Juliet would think Mum had done so. I was fully dressed by the time I heard Dad's footsteps on the landing. I waited slightly nervously as he went past, but he didn't come in. I thought of the nappy and pants still lying on the floor, and I picked them up, removed the pins, and spread the nappy out on the changing table, the better to show off its dryness. As I finished I heard the landing boards creak again with Mum's softer tread, and I was standing by the window, as far away as possible from the changing table when she came in the door. She stopped for a moment, looking at the empty cot, before she saw me standing beside the window. "I got myself up. I was dry, so I took my nappy off." I said, part confession, part challenge. Taking my nappy off was always the great sin, and I awaited the explosion. "Good. Well done." Mum replied flatly, as though it was perfectly normal. "Three nights in a row!" I said proudly, determined to provoke at least some reaction. "That's splendid," replied Mum, "Make sure you pack everything, we'll be going home straight after breakfast. Dad wants to get back to the firm; he never meant to be away this long." And with that she turned and went out. No anger. No scene, just as though this kind of thing happened every day. She didn't even check the nappy, but took me at my word. I felt a little deflated; I had been relishing a bit of a scene so I could make a big thing of staying dry three whole nights in a row, but it wasn't to be. It wasn't to be after the fourth night either; or the fifth. Back at home, and back in disposables, I just got used to taking my dry nappy off and chucking it in the pail. Mum said not to keep it around, as the tapes never seemed to stick for a second night, and they could never be trusted. I became adept at getting up in the night and having a pee, then refastening the tapes and returning to bed. Neither Mum nor Juliet ever commented, and after a week or so I had the temerity to ask how long I would have to keep wearing nappies, an indirect way of pointing out they were no longer really necessary. "Three months" came the flat answer. Mum needed to be sure about things, but we would have to take it one night at a time. Three months! Ages and Ages! I just knew I couldn't keep my run of luck up for so long. I watched the bag of nappies gradually deplete. When it was nearly empty I pleaded my case again, but Mother argued that if I thought unused disposables were wasteful I could always go back to using cloth. I had nothing inherently against that, since I now associated them strongly with being changed by Peter, but I shuddered at the thought of terry nappies drying on the washing line and signalling my humiliation to the whole village, so the following day yet another bag of disposables appeared and the opportunity had slipped away. Three months. If I could keep it up, I would be out of the wretched things by Christmas. Christmas! That meant going to Pembroke and that meant Pembroke Rules. The prospect of being allowed out of nappies at Christmas was very attractive, and it was a real possibility now. As for this evening, I laid back with my eyes closed and tried to imagine it was Peter who was putting my night-nappy onto me, his strong hands applying the ointment, that I was opening my legs so that he could pull my nappy up over my front, wrapping me safely and securely, that he was folding the sides closed and taping them securely. The funny electric feeling often came, though not so strongly, and I actually began to look forward to bedtime and to enjoy the ritual I had loathed for so many years. After Mum left I would run my hands down over the smooth plastic thinking of him, tracing the route his hands had taken around the elastics at the legs. I knew it was forbidden for me to touch my nappy in case I made it leak, but the thick padding did seem to feel rather good, and as I stayed dry each morning the bad feelings, the failure and the humiliation that attended the stripping of a wet nappy each morning began to fade and I enjoyed the attention I received when it was put on and the feelings of safety and security that went with wearing them. Things were slightly easier at school. I was in the senior year at the little village school, and there were no older girls to tease me anymore. Margaret and Linda were still there, in the middle of their little coterie, but I did my best to stay out of their way. They had told everybody about seeing me in a nappy, of course, but it was old hat by now, and nobody really rose to it. I even made a couple of friends amongst the other girls they'd bullied. I was the tallest child in the school now, taller even than the boys, and my prowess at gym and sports made me more popular; I was amongst the first to be chosen when a team was made up, and the first to be invited to join an expedition, especially when it involved mischief. At home things were a little easier, too. Mum and Dad were busy with Juliet, preparing for her going to college at the end of the month, and I was decidedly on the back burner. At bedtime one evening I was called to Dad's study where it was obvious there had been an intense discussion. I entered rather nervously not because I had done anything wrong, or at least nothing of which Mum and Dad might have heard, but the air was electric with disputation. Juliet came straight out with it. The matter was Patch, Juliet's skewbald pony, which had been hers since she had parted with the lovely Shandy a few years before. I had loved Shandy, a gentle palomino, and had hoped to inherit her, but although I had had lots of riding lessons (to "strengthen my pelvic floor"), I had always had to make do with a riding-school pony, and the promise was that I could have a pony of my own when I got out of nappies, like Juliet had been given Shandy. Alas, Juliet had outgrown Shandy quite quickly and all my pleadings to inherit her had been to no avail. Patch was bigger; at fourteen-one he was close to being a horse, and was considered too big for me, although I had been allowed to have a ride on him from time to time. Now Dad was laying down the law. He wasn't going to keep Patch at livery for Juliet when Juliet was living a couple of hundred miles away in Bristol. Someone had to look after him and exercise him, and my heart leapt when I realised that Juliet had me in mind for the job. Mum was dead against it; Patch was too big for me, too strong for me, I wouldn't be able to handle him, I would have falls, and besides I wasn't out of nappies yet and the big incentive would be worthless if it was discounted. I was at something of a disadvantage there, since I was already in my night-nappy and very conscious of the padding under my bottom and between my legs, but I fought my corner. Yes, I could ride him - I'd done so on many occasions. Mum's raised eyebrows were countered by Juliet's brisk nod, and I realised that Juliet hadn't told Mum about those surreptitious rides. I was surprised and delighted to receive this support from my big sister, as our relations had often been rather strained. Dad looked carefully at his elder daughter, then at me, and drew a deep breath. I held mine. Then Dad slowly nodded and gave his decision. Patch would be kept on. I would exercise him, and would have to learn how to look after him. Juliet would ride him when she came home from college. I danced for joy, or as best as I could with the bulk between my legs, and threw my arms around him and kissed him wildly. He picked me up, sat me on his lap, and gave me a little lecture on taking care of horses and not trying any big jumps and not staying out too long. I almost listened to him, but my mind was full of rolling green fields and far horizons, and suddenly realised I was about to wet myself. Nappy or none, it would all come to grief if I did but I gritted my teeth, crossed my legs and hung on. Mum read the signals correctly, took me out of Dad's lap, and made me submit to a very public nappy-check, I think partly to underline her point that I was still in nappies, then she whisked me off to the toilet. I could hear Dad and Juliet chuckling in the background, but I didn't care - I had held it and Mum would support me in any denial that might be necessary. I lay back in bed, one leg crooked to accommodate my freshly re-taped nappy, and counted my blessings. So what if I was losing Juliet - and for that matter Peter - but I was gaining Patch, and for the first time Mum seemed to accept that I was on my way out of nappies forever.

I have around 1380 adult diapers. Heres some of the brands my collection and how many I have of them. I also have 2280 L XL Goodnites and 1282 baby diapers for add soakers 300 Depends maximum 206 molicare super plus 184 ATN 80 Bambinos 100 Attends 62 Abena X-PLUS 58 Tena Maxi Slip 35 Tena Super 25 Tena Ultras 46 Promise 17 Baby Universe 74 First Quality 82 Plastic pants 28 VIP brand which 5 pairs have them Gerber labels in them 12 Babykins 14 Gary brand 9 priva 6 Stalk 6 Gerber baby pants 7 other types made by different manufactures 1744 XL Goodnites plain white ones 536 L XL printed Goodnites 522 plastic covered baby diapers 1066 soaker pads The list is way to large but it was a good start on whats in my collection

I (as an AK girl) briefly dated another girl with a lot of AK tendencies. We ended breaking up over something unrelated (I didn't wanna do the long distance thing and she's going to a damn nice school and no way am I holding her back from meeting the girl of her dreams while she's there). Mainly, I'd say to treat her just as well as you would any other woman. Spoil her a little; make her feel taken care of, respect her, and talk to her a lot. Make sure she knows you're there for her, and always listen when she talks. Spend a lot of time just talking to her, especially at first. Not out together? Text, or maybe skype if you're both computer savvy. Don't overwhelm her with attention, but don't underwhelm her either. As for her kiddie side... Surprise her with little gifts, even if they're just cheap trinkets or toys you saw that reminded you of a funny memory or quirk about her personality. Don't go out and spend a thousand dollars on a diamond-encrusted pacifier the moment you find out she's into the ABDL scene. But little items to remember events and memories by will go a long way in making her feel cared about and show her that you're thinking about her even while doing other things. TELL HER SHE'S CUTE!!!!! All girls love this. If she does something that strikes you as kiddy or sweet or anything, TELL HER SO! Accompanied by a squeeze or quick kiss, little compliments go a loooong way. The quickest way to a little girl's heart (besides a pony) is through her stomach. Make her snacks and sweet stuff that you know she'll enjoy. Take her out for nice dinners at restaurants you know she likes. On that note, taking her to stuff in general is a great idea; just like dads take their little girls out for trips to the zoo, the aquarium, etc...you can do the same thing with her! Take her someplace new and exciting and watch her eyes go wide in wonder as she watches a huge lion pace around, or a shark bare its razor teeth at another fish. You'll enjoy watching her. Most of all, good luck, and when you find the girl you think is right...for gods sake, hang the hell onto her with both hands.

I have one big tip that I think is the most obvious one people don't seem to get. Obviously, don't be the creeper who is going around flashing your diaper in public, etc.- but even deeper than that, just don't tell people! I suppose maybe it's more complicated if you feel the urge to be diapered 24/7, and maybe I shouldn't judge something I don't understand, because i've never had that urge... but why would you want your friends and family to know that you're an ABDL? Keep it between yourself and an intimate partner in a mature relationship that you can trust. If it's sexual for you, then that's pretty obvious, you wouldn't tell your friends you really want a midget to poop on your chest or you want to be spanked in time with the national anthem or whatever would you? Everyone knows that sometimes sex is weird, but they don't need to know the details, that's why it stays in the bedroom. If it's comfort, then still... right or wrong, you know and I know that the world thinks we're pretty freaky, so keep it to yourself and your partner in the privacy of your own home. If you need diapers for incontinence but you enjoy them also- nobody needs to know that you like it! I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, it's not like it's hurting anyone, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be private. I'm sorry if i'm ranting, or if I come off bitchy to those who may want to share their secret with people. But honestly, it's just something I really don't understand that I think contributes to the problem. There lots of other silly, kinky fetishes that everyone jokes about but doesn't tell anyone they secretly like until they're sleeping with them. If we could all do the same, people might come closer to seeing it as just that- a silly, kinky fetish. I think keeping our ABDL sides in the privacy of our own homes would go a long, long way to getting people to see it for what it is, as more fun and a little less creepy.

Augusta, Maine? Augusta, Georgia? Augusta, Ontario?

yawn. oh sorry i was bored by winning... cuz i do, all the time!

I only need to charge my cell once or twice a month. What about you?

Granted, actually i wish this could be granted, i have a migraine right now and Im headed off to work. ugh... However now that it is no longer possible to experience migraines the drs bill for me is gonna skyrocket since they need to find out why i have this much pain in my head.... I wish for someoen to help pay my doctor's bill while they discover the cure for whatever this is that I have.

Chapter 2 I hadn't moved in about an hour when I finally gave up on tv. I flicked through a few channels hoping for some inspiration but got none. By this time my diaper was beginning to feel a little clammy but still not unpleasant. I rocked forward on the sofa and sat on the edge while holding my empty tea cup. It already feels strangely natural wearing a diaper I thought to myself, I stood up and I could feel the crotch of the diaper sag between my legs. I pushed my legs together and felt the surprisingly stiff, cool mass squish slightly. I pulled the crotch of the diaper up again against my balls, the feel of it had changed quite a bit from when I'd wet. I tried to remember the intricate feelings of wearing a dry diaper but even though it was merely hours before, I couldn't really remember. I thought about taking it off, which led me to return to the bigger question "how did this happen?". I just woke up in my own empty flat wearing a diaper that I have no idea where it came from or how it got on me! I then proceeded to enjoy and use said diaper without really thinking about the consequences. What if I was being watched? What if it's a test? I looked around the room again. Froze for a second as I saw the playstaion eye staring straight at me from under the tv. I hurriedly pulled my dressing gown around me and faced the camera the other way before checking if the ps was on. I began to calm down after I'd checked and double checked the ps was off but still unplugged the eye just to be sure. I walked back towards the kitchen but still saw no more evidence to help me out. I made my way back into the spare room, where the only evidence laid on the bed. I looked back towards the package on the bed and then back to across the room to my desk and pc. My eyes fixed on the web camera balanced on top of the monitor. It was pointing directly at the large package of diapers and even though I knew this was it's usually position my heart began to race. I was stood closer to the door looking into the room; out of sight of the cameras gaze. I shifted nearer to the wall opposite the bed and worked my way toward the computer trying not to make any noise. The PC was on but again that was no surprise. More unusual was the fact the screen was off. Normally it would go to power saver mode and the power button in the bottom right corner would glow orange, instead, nothing. It was off. Could I have done that too? This wasn't adding up! I got to the nearest corner of the desk and studied the monitor closer. I didn't want to get to close, if something was going on here I wanted to know about it! I couldn't really see if the power cable was still attached and I also wasn't sure if my hand would be seen on the camera if I reached for the power button. BANG!! The door behind me crashed closed with some serious force! I turned quickly and a combination of my soaked diaper and my foot caught on a box by my desk caused me to lose my balance and fall forward between the desk and the bed right infront of the camera. I hit the ground arse first and the soaked diaper squelched against my butt and a fresh sense of wetness and coolness spread over my diaper area. I raised my head off the floor looking back at the door - now closed - and all was quiet aside from my computer wereing away next to my head. I must have desturbed the door stop in my keeness to pin myself to the wall i thought. My dressing gown had fallen open on impact and my eyes moved from the door, down to the large yellow tinted White mass between my legs. A wave of pleasure eased through me as I looked upon my bulging crotch feeling the moist padding pushing against my again ever hardening cock. I could also feel some cold wetness around the leg cuffs of the diaper and as my hand went to meet the area I could feel that the back of my dressing gown was slightly damp and the leg cuffs were decidly wet. I raised my hips to try and ease the pressure on the back of the soaked diaper, as I did, I felt a trickle of pee escape out the back where my butt cheeks left a gap. This surprised me and caused me to almost involuntarily flip over to my stomach. I paused holding my butt in the air by resting on my knees and elbows waitin to see if I had stemmed the leak. All seemed ok, I pushed myself up with my arms and was left kneeling between the bed and my desk. I lowered my right hand down to my padded crotch and squeezed the front, I closed my eyes and rolled my neck back as I enjoyed both the feeling of the soft cloth like feel of the outside of the diaper and the pressure on my cock inside under the squishy soaked padding. Shit! I thought as I opened my eyes and wiped the smile off my face. I lurched at the monitor power button with my right hand spinning onto my left knee from the force. Smack! I fell short and due to the mass between my legs I couldnt stabalise myself before I crashed to the floor once again after hitting my head on the desk. My PC now right infront of my face began wereing with activity. Did I wake it up? Is it doing something else? Or is someone trying to close stuff down before I see it!!!? I push myself up again with some urgency and get a firm grip on the corner of the monitor and press the button. The 2 seconds it took for the screen to appear felt like an age as I helplessly stared right at the web cam I was trying to avoid. I was still kneeling in front of the desk so maybe if someone was looking they didn't see my dripping wet diaper or the pleasure I tool in squeezing it right infront of the camera! The desktop came up, it wasn't locked. Does it normally lock? I thought to myself... I couldnt be sure. I was some what relieved to find there was no obvious Skype window open with someone I know gowping at what they were seeing but I still didn't feel in the clear. I reached up and put my hand over the web cam before standing up and moving it to look directly out the window to my right. I pulled my desk stool out from under the desk and went to sit down. As I bent my legs I felt a dribble of pee run down my left leg. I reached down and stopped it hitting the carpet or the chair and stood up again. I've got to get out of the diaper. I looked at the computer then back down at my diaper. "First things first", I whispered to myself. I turned back towards the door and went to walk to the ensuite, before I took a step I looked back to the bed at the almost full pack of adult diapers. "really??", I said to myself I shuffled my feet over to the bed and pulled at the opening to the package. I carefully pulled a fresh diaper from the opening and raised it to my face. I sniffed at the tightly folded rectangle as I rotated in my hands. So soft, but firm and thick all at the same time. The long gone new diaper smell from my current garment had returned in this new form. I had enjoyed the process of getting my diaper to this state but now the leaks had made the still pleasurable experience, unmanageable. I didnt take much convincing, I walked into the bathroom with the new diaper in-hand and placed it on the shelf above the toilet. I stood infront of the sink and readjusted the small mirror to get a good look at my diaper. The surface had darkened and the shape was slightly lumpy where the insides had started to break down. I watched in the mirror as I rubbed the front and round in to my crotch. I felt a couple of trickles roll down my legs but now on the hard floor I was less worried about the clean up. My cock was half erect under the deteriorating padding of the diaper and stiffening as I moved my hand up and down the material-like outer skin. I stopped and pushed my crotch up to the sink, I caressed the top of the diaper and tried to pull it open a crack to look inside. The tapes were expertly fitted, so snug and secure but in the right places. Nothing felt to tight or constricting, I reached for the first tape; top right. I noted their position to try and recreate the job I hoped i'd done the first time. Pulling it back, I enjoyed the sound and the actual motion of doing it. I was diapering myself I thought, I quickly moved on to the other 3 tapes and I felt the diaper loosen around my waist. I held my right hand over the front of the diaper which was still leaning on to the sink. The rear was holding in place but I could feel it easing away from me. The cool air was rolling around my previously covered flesh and as the rear portion fell to a dangle behind me, I reached down and pulled it back up and stood back from the sink. I pulled it from both front and back, right up between my legs, squeezing it in to me, enjoying the last moments of this wet diaper. I rocked my hips forward and back enjoying the feeling the soaked diaper fill my crotch and ass crack. My cock was aching inside the hammock shaped padding; enjoying being encased but ready to explode. I released the diaper from my grip and it hit the floor with a satisfying thud. My cock sprung upwards now rock hard and waiting to be satisfied. I wrapped my right hand around my member and gripped it firmly. I knew it wouldn't take much to orgasm, I was almost there without moving my hand but something was telling me not to. I released my hand and gripped the cold porcelain sink in front of me with both hands. My head rocked back and I closed my eyes. I stood perfectly still for a few moments, trying to let my desires die down. I could feel my cock raging out in front of me. I open my eyes and slowly turned to my left, opened the shower door and carefully stepped in. I twisted the bottom nob to start the water and my body jerked away from the cold water that spurted from the shower head. I regained my composure and plunged my head into the flow of cold water. My desires slowly began to subside as I let the cool water flow over my head and down my body. Wow I thought to myself, what a morning. As I climbed out of the shower with my head cleared and body fresh and clean I replayed the morning back in my head. Was I just being paranoid? I could have done this...I suppose? My computer was just on, that means nothing. Why would anyone be watching me? I smiled to myself, nearly laughing as I thought how scared I was getting. Must have been the diaper, just over whelmed me with emotions.

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