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I have been into diapers for as long as I can remember. My parents used disposables on me until the age of 7 for messy accidents. It wasnt until a few years ago, at the age of 27, that I decided to try out cloth diapers. I love my cloth diapers and definitely prefer them

First off, great thread. A huge thanks to cathdiap and everyone else for their advice and keeping this thread active. Using cathdiap's design, I have comstructed

It seems everything has returned to normal. The numbness is gone, the wettings stopped, but I will wait a few more days to make sure the uncontrolled messings no longer occur. As soon

Depends on how you view the Diaper Dimension canonically.

I just realised that the link in the post above is out of date, it's from before the final vote. I read the more up to date post that talked about the rushing through of the final for of the bill... The bill did pass and received royal ascent, this means strict age verification is on the way (something @DailyDi will need to implement to keep the site open in the UK) but it also means the extreme port amendment passed which means that abdl and bdsm porn should not be blocked. The only things that shouldn't be blocked. There are some vague rules about what is extreme porn but abdl and almost all bondage should be fine for the most part. So overall good news, I think :-)

"Um I don't know I've had lots of things." she said totally baffled. She laid there as her mommy changed her. "Is Lilly getting the same treat from mommy Mia?"

Yesterday, after

I'm staying at my sisters house on vacation and cannot wear a diaper to bed for fear of her or husband finding out. Every night when I go to bed I have to tell myself that I'm not diapered and that makes it a very restless night. You're young, enjoy your diapers but losing control is not what you think

I used to worry about the same thing when I was younger. I'd see a diaper commercial and get turned on but then there'd be a kid in it and it would bother me. Since I didn't want anything like that in my fantasy life, I just started focusing on the diapers and DL side of the fetish and reduced the association with childhood. I don't buy the AB diapers or use a pacifier or dress in baby clothes or use a crib, well, I guess I have a thing for plushies too.

Part 13 April didn't say a word on the way to the car, or as she buckled me into the carseat. There was no music on the drive home. I sucked loudly on the pacifier and watched her eyes closely in the mirror, but they didn't smile. She didn't even say a word as she unbuckled me and carried me inside, she just sat down on the couch and pulled me into her lap and held me tight. I wasn't sure what was going on.. I felt a little scared. Did I mess up? I didn't really do anything wrong.. that boy called me a crybaby and I got upset. I know I wasn't supposed to yell, but I didn't curse. I didn't throw anything or hit anyone, why was April reacting this way?April pulled her phone out and tapped a few buttons, and suddenly I was on the TV, being held by Miss Michelle. The Little boy came up and pulled on Miss Michelle's leg... but he was blurred out and you couldn't hear him. Miss Michelle was visible and audible, and so was I, but the Little boy wasn't."I. Am. Not," I saw myself say. I watched as Miss Michelle gently rocked me and tried to calm me down... in her arms, I did look like a baby. I looked so small being cradled by her, and my diaper flashed the camera from under my romper as she rocked me, "I'm not a crybaby, I'm not!""Oh dear," I saw Miss Michelle get up and carry me over to the cribs, the crowd of blurred out Littles were impossible to make out, but you could tell they were agitated. The other Amazon caretakers looked to be in a mild panic as they tried to keep everyone calm until the TV was on."No! No swaddle!" my scream came from the TV, visceral.. so intense it made me flinch. The me on the TV thrashed wildly... and it looked like the TV-me tried to bite Miss Michelle... and then I watched the Little me fall unconscious in Miss Michelle's grasp. The other Amazons gave a sigh of relief at the abrupt end to the temper tantrum and Miss Michelle gently put the pacifier in the sleeping-me's mouth.The video froze there, and suddenly I realized that I felt tears burning behind my eyes. I had no idea what was going to happen next.. April pulled me tighter and squeezed me. Her heart was beating so fast. I was confused."Oh Kimmy..." I heard her say, it sounded like she was crying, "oh Kimmy, we are so lucky that Miss Michelle likes you."I tried to look up at her, but she was holding me too tightly."Where did I go wrong?" her pained question came from above and my whole body was flooded with guilt, "Have I given you too much freedom? Treated you too much like an Amazon child? Too much like an Amazon? Oh Kimmy, I love you so much, I don't know what to do."She backed the video up to the frame that showed me twisting, my teeth bared at Miss Michelle's hand."Miss Michelle saw this," she said, "She knew. We are so, so lucky. You can't go back to LittleGarden until we have this under control, Kimmy. If you had bitten her... if you assaulted an Amazon caretaker.. they," she sobbed, "they would have forcibly regressed you, permanently." She squeezed me so tightly it hurt, "Lisa's hypnotic trigger may have saved you after all, Kimmy. Am I a bad mommy? Should I have been more strict? I thought that if I showed you my love, made you understand... you'd realize your place and everything would be all right. I almost lost you today."My tears were flowing freely now, I didn't even understand why I had gotten so upset at being called "crybaby", it all seemed so stupid now that I saw it on the screen.April turned me so I was facing her, "You were a bad girl today, Kimmy," she said, and my heart broke into a million little pieces. I started bawling uncontrollably. "I am very disappointed in you." If she hadn't been holding me up, I would have collapsed in a heap at that. I don't think April had ever expressed disapproval at me in any way. What if she didn't love me any more? Tears were streaming down April's face... was she going to give me away? I loved her.. in that moment of fear, that moment that I thought I might lose her, I realized just how much I loved her. I didn't want her to go away!"Oh my little Kimmy, how can I make you understand?" she hugged me tightly, and then looked me in the eyes again. She grabbed a tissue, supporting me with one arm as I leaned back in her lap. She wiped my eyes and nose, and then her own eyes. She looked deeply into my eyes, and I into hers - I hung on her every breath, "I love you, Kimmy. I love you so much, I knew from the very first moment that I held you in my arms that I would love you forever. I'm too emotionally compromised right now to explain to you the severity of what went wrong today. I am too scared and too upset, any decision I make right now is suspect."She smiled suddenly, "The irony just hit me. Littles just don't have the ability to recognize their own disregulated emotions, that's the entire problem," she kissed me on the head. "We need to get some food in both of us, I missed lunch due to recording today."April stood up and carried me to the kitchen, I was still weeping but I had calmed down a bit when she said "I love you", I wasn't scared she was going to get rid of me any more, but I still didn't know what was going to happen. April sat me down in the highchair and snapped the tray in place."I'm going to make us some food. I think you're too upset to eat carefully, so your dinner is going to be formula tonight," she stroked my cheek, "you are not being punished with formula, I just don't want you to choke. I'm going to take your paci out, but you are not to talk, okay? Show me that you're a good Little, don't say a single word, okay?"I nodded and she removed the pacifier. My need to tell her how much I loved her was incredibly strong, I wanted to say how sorry I was, that I didn't mean it, that I'd do better... it was so hard to keep quiet.April made herself a quick dinner, some kind of fish and vegetables, and I got a bottle of formula which I drank without complaint. We ate in silence, but it wasn't a tense silence.. April didn't seem upset anymore, she was calm and collected. I was miserable, but I stayed quiet.After dinner, April carried me into the nursery where I learned that my diaper was soaked. I had been so upset, I never even noticed going.. or that it was wet at all. She put me in another thick nighttime diaper and the sleeper outfit with the mittens, the one that zipped from behind. She put me down in the crib where I sat, dumbfounded. I had assumed I would get to sleep in her bed again, I liked her warmth, her heartbeat, her smell. She walked out without saying goodnight... I collapsed and started bawling again.She came back in with Harry Otter, put him in my arms and stroked my hair."Oh my precious Little, I'm sorry I didn't recognize my emotions more quickly. Your mommmy isn't perfect, I get big feelings sometimes too. You poor thing, you had a rough day despite my best efforts. Goodnight my Kimmy, get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day. I love you."She walked out quietly and I croaked, "I love you too," my voice hoarse from crying.I was asleep within minutes.--I awoke the next morning still clutching Harry Otter tightly. I was still in the crib, it wasn't all a bad dream. I couldn't do much at all with the mittens, so I sat up and hugged Harry Otter."Oh Harry, I messed up," I told him, "Why do I keep losing control? I've been called much worse in my life than 'crybaby'." I sighed and poked my diaper. It was dry, that was good at least.. in a way. I still had nighttime control even if I went to bed upset. I was a little troubled by my lack of control yesterday evening, but I honestly couldn't remember feeling that upset at any previous point in my life. So I gave myself a pass. I relaxed and flooded the diaper anyway, it wasn't like I had another choice."Harry, we need to show everyone that we can be friends with Littles. Why wouldn't I be able to? They're just like me. They were adults, now they're trapped in a world where they're treated like a baby.. I have something big in common with every single one of them, how hard could it be?" I propped Harry up and said to him, "Hello there miss, I like your dress. It hides your diaper well."Harry didn't reply and I sighed, "Hello mister, how long have these giants forced you to wear diapers? Have you lost count of the days yet? What's your favorite baby toy?"My attempt to encourage myself was backfiring. The one thing we all had in common was helplessness, how do you bond over that in a way that doesn't make you resentful?"Good morning, beautiful girl," April was smiling as she walked in, "I thought I heard you chattering in here. Is Harry keeping you company?"I was conflicted. On the one hand, I was really happy that she was in a good mood and part of me wanted to play along and pretend that nothing was wrong, on the other hand... something was wrong. We still had a lot to talk about from the previous night, and pretending like everything was okay seemed like a bad idea."April, I..", I started, wanting to address the problem head-on in a mature way.. but I didn't get any farther, the pacifier was quickly in my mouth and inflated."I see someone is still fussy, that's okay. We had a lot of big feelings yesterday, didn't we?"She picked me up and carried me over to the changing table to get me ready for the day. The sleeper was removed and she squeezed my diaper... and did something very un-April-like."You're barely wet," she said, "we'll change you after a while."I always got a morning change - even if the diaper was dry, I got a morning change into a daytime diaper. This was a bad sign. Was I losing some closeness with April? I didn't even get a dress today, or shortalls.. April just pulled on a t-shirt that read, "Full of Love" and carried me to the living room. April sat on the couch and sat me on her lap."Kimmy," she said, "You are a Little. Your whole job in this life is to have fun, play, and be happy. That's it. You know you weren't happy in your old world, you were sad, you were tired, you were sick. You have..."She was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I hoped it was Lisa... I hadn't seen Lisa in a while and I missed her. She made April happy, and she was around when I started growing closer to April. I had to remember how I was getting close to her before so I could get there again, I wanted her to understand that I loved her back.. for real, with a real, deep emotion. This is what I was thinking to myself from the confines of the playpen where April had deposited me while she answered the door."Hello," she said cheerfully, "Oh I wasn't expecting any.. yes, thank you. Right here? Okay, thank you! Have a nice day."She closed the door and carried in a medium sized box.. and by medium size, I mean I would fit in it easily. The Littles Shopping Network logo was on the side. I started to panic."What did mom send now?" April asked as she set the box down and started opening it. "Oh right, I told her it was okay to buy this. It's actually really good timing."I clung to the side of the playpen and strained to see what was in the box, but I couldn't. April carried it toward the kitchen and I was left alone. I suddenly felt mad at myself. April had been starting to trust me more, I had been getting more freedom. She had been letting me wander the house instead of keeping me trapped in the swing or the playpen, but here I was again. I brooded while April was away, I didn't feel like playing with any of the toys in the playpen. She was gone for quite a while, from the kitchen I heard the sounds of small tools being used.. she must be assembling something. Something from the Littles Shopping Network, something her mother bought. All of this together pretty much guaranteed I wouldn't like it."Okay, Kimmy - let's try out your new present," April said happily as she carried me toward the kitchen. In the doorway between the kitchen and the living room was... a bouncer, hung from the doorframe. Yet another method of confinement. I didn't complain as she settled me down in the jumper and adjusted the tension. The fabric held the thick nighttime diaper to me closely, my legs dangled in the legholes, splayed completely apart with my toes barely touching the ground. "Okay sweetie, jump for me."I bounced helplessly in the bouncer... Actually, I got some decent height on the jumps, it was kind of like jumping on a trampoline.. except that it held you up by the crotch and made you constantly aware that you wore diapers. Otherwise it was exactly like a trampoline. This was basically the direct opposite of the freedom I was trying to earn back."There, now you can get a little more exercise while I work around the house, and I can talk to you while I prepare things in the kitchen without you being trapped in the highchair. I prefer to keep that just for mealtimes. Isn't grandma thoughtful?"I tried desperately to push the pacifier out of my mouth so I could play along, make things right again.. but it was in firmly. Instead I just held up my arms and opened and closed my hands, which had worked before. April smiled and picked me up."Oh, someone is still feeling a little needy, huh? Okay, let's stay close." April cradled me in her arms and rocked me, "I am your mommy, it is my job to take care of you. To make sure you are clothed, fed, and cared for. My goal is to make you happy. Your job is to be happy. That's a pretty easy job, isn't it?" she tickled my tummy and I giggled around the paci. When she stopped, I nodded. "Can you do that, Kimmy? Can you just worry about being happy and stop worrying about all that other stuff?"When she put it that way, it did sound like a pretty easy job. Just be happy, right? April made me happy, it should be easy to be happy for her. I nodded and snuggled in her arms."Good, I was hoping we'd be able to come to an agreement on this. Now, I don't need to go in to record today, I got word that they're reviewing the previous days' recordings.. so it's just you and me. And I have an idea on what we can do." And then April sat me down on the couch all by myself.. she made sure my diapered butt was all the way against the back cushion, but still.. she left me on the couch, not the playpen, not the swing, not the new bouncer. That was a good sign. When she came back, she was carrying a tiny guitar in each hand, like the one I had been playing with on the coffee table the other night. She sat one of them in my lap and held the other one close to her body, sitting down on the other side of the couch, facing me."Let's play some music," April smiled.

Here's the next part, thanks for reading Please comment if you enjoy it - tell me what you like the best. Part 4When I woke up, I was in the swing in the living room, still in the sleeper. I looked around but I couldn't spot April anywhere. The pressure on my bladder was strong, so I let it go and felt the thick nighttime diaper grow warm and heavy between my legs. I tried not to think about the RoboNanny or the feelings from the night before. My tummy grumbled and I was looking forward to breakfast. April made killer bacon and I got a strip or two most mornings with a bottle of orange juice. Breakfast was a rare occassion where I got to feed myself entirely on my own, and I cherished it. Unbidden, I smiled remembering falling to sleep in April's loving arms. It felt good to be loved like that."Okay, great, I'll see you tonight," April was saying as she hung up her phone, walking from the kitchen into the living room. "Well good morning, Sleeping Cutie. I already finished eating, but I saved you a piece of bacon." She looked good today, she was usually a skirt-and-top kind of girl, but today it was yoga pants and a t-shirt, a very different look for her. I liked it."Yay!" I exclaimed, determined to start the day off on the right foot with April. I raised my arms joyfully into the air and beamed."Oh my, someone is in a good mood today, I am so glad," she stopped the swing and retrieved me from it, carrying me into the kitchen. The odds of getting changed before breakfast were nil, I just hoped she'd remember the mittens before she put me in the high chair, but I didn't think I'd score any points by pointing it out myself.Nope. She dropped me in the high chair, my thick diaper squishing beneath me. I held up my hands a little less than subtly, under the guise of waiting for the tray. She caught the hint and said, "Silly Mommy," stripping the sleeper off of me with remarkable speed and leaving me in the high chair in just a diaper. I felt extremely uncomfortable with my breasts exposed.. they weren't large, I was on the small side of B, but it still felt strange to be topless. I actually felt better when she tied the bib, no words - just a big butterfly today - around my neck, covering my chest. The tray was snapped into place and a hunk of bacon the size of my forearm was presented to me, with a sippy cup of juice!"Thank you so much!" I said happily as I took a sip of the juice and started in on the bacon.April just laughed, sitting down to watch me eat. She grabbed a guitar from the corner in the living room and started playing some chords. I only knew a tiny bit about music, I'd tried the guitar a couple of times but gave up because it was too hard. I couldn't read music and I couldn't tell you the name of a note by hearing it, but I could memorize chords and progressions. Listening to April while I ate was nice, she was a real professional. Her transitions were smooth and her timing was always perfect. I'm sure I looked hilarious to her, holding one single piece of bacon between both hands and gnawing on it like a squirrel. She watched me, smiling, never missing a beat while I devoured my slice of bacon with a big smile on my face and then drained the juice. The one Amazon-sized slice of bacon left me very full, it was exactly what I wanted this morning. "All done!" I said happily, I really did feel happy but I was hamming it up a bit for April's benefit. Snuggling her last night was so, so, so much better than going to sleep alone in the crib. I wondered if she'd let me join her again tonight. I remembered the sound of her heartbeat which had lulled me to sleep."You're such a messy girl," April teased, using the bib to wipe off my fingers and face, "Good thing you always wear a bib!"She tickled me and I laughed, and despite how bizarre this all was... it felt good. It felt good to make her happy, knowing that she really did care about me."Hmm, looks like you don't really need a change just yet, which is fine. I have chores to do," she carried me to the living room and deposited me in the playpen, one of those collapsible ones with the mesh walls."Cold!" I whined, holding my arms to me, hoping she'd give me a shirt.. I really didn't like being topless."Oh Kimmy," April sighed and strode off. I pulled myself to my feet in the playpen. Standing upright, I couldn't see over the padded border to the mesh walls. I could probably scale it if I really needed to, but that would just make things harder. One thing was for sure, this world had no shortage of ways to restrain me. April came back a few moments later holding a white shirt with ruffled pink sleeves that read, "Cutie Pie" in fancy cursive lettering, and pulled it on over my head."Thank you," I smiled and sat down.April gazed down at me, with a wide but soft smile, "You really are special, little Kimmy." And with that, the day continued, me trapped in a playpen while April buzzed about the house, cleaning and straightening.. with an occassional music break.--The time in the playpen turned out not to be all that bad.. I hadn't noticed before, but the blocks in the playpen were actually a brain teaser, the kind you had to turn a certain way and it came apart, then you had to work to put it back together. I actually loved puzzles like these, I would spend some of my precious free time back home doing one of these in an afternoon. April checked in on me periodically, pleased that I had discovered the true purpose of the toy, and she showered me with praise when she came back and it was done."My little Kimmy! I knew you were a clever one, the adoption agency told me not to bother with brain toys, but I just knew you would be able to do them. I am so proud of you," she leaned down and kissed me on the head, "I'm almost done - you took a lot longer with that toy than an Amazon child would, but I'm really impressed. And you have almost perfect timing. It's almost lunchtime and I bet you're soaked."I was actually a little dumbfounded at the remark... that puzzle was hard, like, "join the puzzle club" hard. I suddenly felt a renewed sense of intimidation at the new world I inhabited and it made a bit more sense why the Amazons looked down on Littles the way they did. Before I could say anything, April was off.. which was probably for the best, she seemed to really be enjoying my short, child-like replies this morning and nothing I wanted to talk about right then would qualify.Figuring a diaper change was coming soon, I took a moment to flood the nighttime diaper again. This way I would get to enjoy the comfort of a clean one as long as possible. Sure enough, I was whisked off to the nursery shortly after, where I was changed into a fresh diaper and had a pair of shortalls pulled on over my "Cutie Pie" shirt. She pulled my hair up into pigtails and tied them each with a small pink bow.. even tied up in high pigtails that way, the bottoms still brushed past my shoulders. She clipped my pacifier to the shortalls but didn't stick it in my mouth before she picked me back up. As April carried me back to the living room, I saw the two of us in the mirror in the hallway... and there I was, being carried on the hip of a beautiful giant, my hair in pigtails and an obvious diaper bulge under the snap-crotch shortalls. I looked every bit the baby that April treated me as, and my heart sank a bit. Maybe I was getting too comfortable with this, maybe I needed to resist just a bit more. I didn't want anyone to think I liked it, after all...--The rest of the day went uneventfully, I continued to be good, April and I played some game-type activities where she cheered for me a lot and we watched some cartoons, until the doorbell rang late that afternoon.I found myself in the playpen again while April answered the door. Lisa was here to babysit, April was going to go out.. I felt a pang of panic, but calmed myself. Everything would be fine, Lisa liked me now, nothing bad was going to happen. I suddenly felt very worried and just a touch sad, I didn't want April to go. April took care of me, April kept bad things from happening to me. Would Lisa even be able to do the same?Lisa strode in, jeans and a cute top, immaculate makeup as always. She walked right over to the playpen and picked me up, "Hey there cutie, are we going to have fun tonight? Can you promise to be good for me?"April walked up near her and suddenly I had the urge to... I just went with it. I held my arms out to April and whimpered.Lisa looked hurt. Shit.April took me in her arms and held me close, "Oh little sweetie, everything's fine.""Wow April, she's really attached to you today," Lisa said with a touch of jealousy in her voice."We had a really rough night," April said softly as she stroked my back, "Kimmy had a lot of tears and it took a lot of cuddling.""Oh, poor thing," Lisa's voice softened, "Hey Kimmy," she said in a light tone, "don't worry, you and I are going to have a great time tonight. Remember, your mommy promised I could give you a bottle of the chocolate if you could be a good girl for me."I sniffled and held my arms out to Lisa. April laughed and handed me over to her, "Well, looks like you're friends again. I have to get ready, don't forget her bedtime is at 7 PM. Littles need more sleep than you or I, they can be emotionally compromised if they don't get it."Lisa carried me over to the couch and sat down with me in her lap, "Don't worry, I actually stayed up last night reading a ton about caring for a Little, I'm ready for this."--When April came out of the bedroom, I was sitting on the couch in Lisa's lap with my head resting against her breasts like a pillow. It was amazingly comfortable. We were watching an animated movie I had never seen before, and I was actually really enjoying myself. I sat up when I saw April. She was dressed in what would have been considered a Chinese-style dress back home, red with gold accents. Her hair was done up behind her and her makeup was.. really, really good. She looked amazing."Pretty," I said softly, which made April laugh."Oh thank you, sweetie. I just hope my date likes it as much as you do," she smiled, "If you guys are going to finish the movie, make sure she drinks a bottle while you do - she hasn't had enough to drink today.""No problem. Have a great time, we'll be fine. I'll see you when you get back," Lisa waved to her friend, who headed out the door and left me.. with a babysitter.

Personally I love pooing my nappy, nothing better than to feel the warm poo against your bottom and in your bottom crack. Love sleeping in a pooey nappy too.

Actually, flooding after standing up is common for someone who is incontinent. While lying down, there is relatively less pressure on the bladder and as a result it will fill up more before the urge to void strikes. As soon as you stand up, the bladder suddenly

Um I build my diapers into a fortress. lol

XP Medical is my favorite supplier. I have had no trouble with them.

I use xp medical. I love the service and products Gary provides. There is never an issue when I buy from them. Great prices.... extremely high quality service provided. I have bought from them for year and I never remember a single problem.

I feel kinda liberated from my adult life, I feel like the helpless incontinent baby I want to be. I can feel totally without adult responsibilities and worries about meeting the bills and just being an adult with its mundane tasks and chores.

Like I said in another thread, pooping in a diaper/undies gives this animalistic feeling which cannot really be described. On top of this I also like that naughty feeling that comes with violating every single social norm that was pounded into me as a child. And being a coprophiliac, I simply find it attractive.