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This might have been posted before, but it's rather hot! https://claremackintosh.com/motorway-tail-backs-and-the-surprising-capacity-of-a-nappy/

Kevin’s eyes fluttered open, slowing waking from his nap on the couch. The sound of rain made that harder, considering that was the sound he would turn on his white noise machine to fall asleep at night. But wait, he hadn’t turned on his white noise machine. Where was that rain noise coming from? He slowly sat up, wiped the sleep from his eyes, and rested his body against the top of the sofa. Rain came down from the sky and lashed the windows. It wasn’t a hard rain, but just enough to ruin his plans for the day. “Darn it!” the 20 year old shouted, the implications of this rain storm just now hitting. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked as he walked into the living room from the kitchen. He used the dish towel over his shoulder to dry his hands from the dishes he just washed. “Look outside daddy, it’s raining” Kevin answered, sounding dejected. He didn’t even look back at his boyfriend, just staring out the window and silently cursing the rain. “Yeah, I know buddy. What’s wrong with that?” he asked back, already knowing the answer. He often asked those type of questions and allowed Kevin to answer. Jason knew things like that were subtle ways to slip his little boy further into little space. “What’s wrong with that?!?!” Kevin asked, flabbergasted. Did daddy really forget our plans today? “We were gonna go to the park today and now our day is ruined…” As 26 year old Jason slowly walked up to where his Kevin was in front of the window, he made sure to give his bottom a couple pats, which were followed by a couple not so subtle crinkles. With his baby boy only wearing his thick diaper, there was nothing to quiet the plastic backed padding. “Our day is not ruined buddy, we can find lots of other stuff to do. How about we play a board game?” “No, that sounds boring” Kevin pouted, slipping around and flopping on his padded tushy with his arms crossed. He wanted to go to the park and that’s it. “What about a puzzle? Maybe some coloring? A Disney movie marathon with yummy popcorn perhaps?” Jason just wanted to throw as many ideas out as possible in case something sounded interesting. “NO, I WANNA GO TO THE PARK!” Kevin screamed, looking daddy straight in the face. “Well, looks like I know what you are going to be doing. Writing lines” Jason told him, meeting his gaze. Kevin just realized what he did. “No daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you!” “Well, you did buddy. It’s either you can write some lines or daddy will take you over his knee and spank your butt until it hurts to sit” Jason used a tone he knew sent shivers up his boyfriend’s spine. He know there was nothing he could do. Kevin stood up silently and waddled his way into the kitchen. Just before he sat down, he felt Jason grab his shoulder followed by 2 fingers entered the leg band of his diaper. “All dry...for now” he announced as he removed his fingers and gave the bulky padding between Kevin’s legs a squeeze just to make sure. Even though he was not happy with his baby boy, that doesn’t mean he had to neglect his daddy duties. Once Kevin sat down, Jason walked over to their junk cupboard and pulled out a notebook and a pen. Putting them down in front of the 20 year old, he pulled out his daddy voice and told Kevin “I want you to write ‘I will not yell at daddy’ 50 times and then we can figure out what to do with the rest of our day.” Kevin really wanted to argue, but knew that lines were better than spankings. Daddy had such hard swats that really hurt even when he spanked him with his diaper on. Lines were boring, but they didn’t hurt. Jason headed back into the living room, leaving his little guy to do his punishment in peace. Walking over to the closet, he reached into the back. Wiggling his arm around a bit, he was able to find what he was looking for. Once he brought it into his sight, he smiled and whispered “perfect” to himself. After 15 minutes of tidying the house, making his bed, and just doing small chores, Jason headed back to the kitchen to check on Kevin’s progress. Just as he walked in, his little man was putting the finishing touches on the last line. “Done daddy” he said, pulling his face from the paper to reveal a big smile. No matter how mad he was at daddy for not being able to go to the park today, he still loved him lots and lots. There is no way he could stay mad at him. Walking over to take a peek at the lines, Jason was satisfied. He wanted to look his baby in the eyes, so he got down on one knee next to the chair. “Do you know why daddy made you write lines?” “Because I yelled at you daddy. I’m sorry” Kevin gave a heartfelt apology as he even felt a tear roll down his cheek. Daddy took his thumb and wiped the tear off his face. “I know you are baby boy. It’s just sometimes you get a little too angry and daddy doesn’t want that. I just want to see you as a happy baby. You know daddy still loves you right? There is nothing you could do to make me stop loving you.” “I know daddy” he responded by wrapping his arms around his boyfriend in a bear hug. Kevin loved his daddy so much and couldn’t imagine his life without. Most people met through mutual friends and dating apps, but him and daddy met on Fetlife 2 years. Every day since has been an amazing adventure he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Once he could feel Kevin’s grip tighten, Jason moved a little back and gave his prince a smile. “Guess what? I found something we could do for fun today” he felt pretty confident his little boy would love his plan. With his smile only growing bigger, he could barely contain his excitement. “Really daddy, what is it?” “I think we should go outside and place” he said, noticing the a quizzical look starting to form on Kevin’s face. “But it’s still raining” the diaper clad adult said as he turned his head, looking at the window to make sure he was correct. Yup, still coming down. “I know buddy, why don’t you head into the living room and see what’s waiting there” Jason said, almost guiding his baby boy with his hand. Once Kevin turned the corner, he toddled over to what was laying on the couch: a baby blue rain poncho. It had been forever since he had worn this thing. Slipping it over his head, the bottom of the garment fell to his knees. It then clicked in his head. “Are we gonna go splash in the puddles?!?” “Bingo” was all that Jason needed to say as he reached into the closet and grabbed an umbrella. “Are you ready to play?” he asked, smiling as the big toddler nodded and bounced from one foot to the other. “Alright, let’s go” Jason said as he opened the door. Kevin sprinted out the door like the Flash. A crinkling Flash, but as fast as him nonetheless. Once he got to the driveway, however, he stopped in his tracks. Kevin scanned the area, trying to find the biggest puddle to splash in first. Looking left then right, he zeroed in on a massive puddle by the curb at the bottom of the driveway. As Kevin hurried to the curb, Jason just smiled at the carefree nature of the 20 year old in front of him. That little boy didn’t care about anything at this moment besides the puddle. Not that it was raining, not that he had nothing but a flapping rain poncho covering a thick diaper decorated with baby blocks and toy cars, nothing. All he wanted to do was splash in that puddle. Waddling as fast as his bulky padding would allow, he made his way towards the puddle. “Liftoff in 3...2...1…” he yelled, followed by “blastoff!” as Kevin hopped in the air and landed in the puddle with his bare feet. He swore the splash that he made was almost as tall as he was! This was so much more fun than the park. Thank goodness it decided to rain today. Jacob kept a close eye on his little man as he skipped up and down the curb, making a big splash with every landing. It looked like he was having the time of his life and the man Kevin called daddy wanted to do nothing to get in the way. Toddlers can be little balls of energy and his was no exception, just a little scaled up. After a little while, however, splashing in the same spots got boring to Kevin. “Daddy, can we go to the backyard and see if there are any big puddles there?” he asked, figured it would be fine. “Sure buddy, let’s go” he answered, taking the soaking wet hand of his little one. Once they got to the back, Jason smiled as there tons of new spots for his little guy to play. Before he let him go however, daddy made sure to grab the neckline of Kevin’s poncho and pulling it over his head, leaving him in just his diaper. Since they had a fenced in backyard, Kevin had been in just his babyish underwear multiple times back here with no worries. Plus, Jason just thought Kevin looked adorable waddling around in nothing but a diaper. With a pat on his baby boy’s puffy butt, he told him to go play and have fun. Kevin headed into the yard and did exactly what he did in the front yard, but this time with renewed vigor due to the change of venue. He giggled as he could feel his diaper slowly getting soggier and soggier due to the rain rolling down his body and past his waistband. He didn’t care. Soggy diapers were for daddies to worry about. Just as Jason was pulling out his phone to send off a quick text, his eyes caught Kevin falling. He must have been running to fast and lost control. It seemed to happen in slow motion as he his little man slip and fall, butt first, into the puddle. A massive splash followed, but he imagined those were not the only waterworks coming. Once Kevin had landed on the ground, the tears almost immediately followed. “Daddy!” he called out, not caring who heard. He just wanted his daddy to make everything better. He could feel the puddle water gushing past the lag gathers and making his diaper swell, but he didn't care. He wasn’t doing anything without his daddy next to him. Jason hurried over to Kevin and helped him to his feet. “Oh no buddy. Are you ok?” he asked as he brought him in for a hug, patting his back to calm him down. Jason’s hand moved down to give him diaper pats, but the seat of his padding was caked in mud. He could also tell it was pretty swollen. Poor baby. Once daddy arrived, the crying turned into a whimper. “My knee hurts daddy. Can you make it all better?” “Of course, let’s go get you a band aid. We have the Superman ones. After that, we will give you a nice bubble bath, wrap you up in a clean dipey, and get you a yummy chocolate milk bottle. How does that sound?” Jason asked, knowing that would make his little boy feel better. “Good” Kevin replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. How he could tell what was tears and what was rain was anyone’s guess. As he walked with daddy, he had to move his legs farther apart then normal to make room for the sagging diaper between his knees. He just wanted to get inside to get clean. As he opened the back door, Jason motioned for Kevin to go in first. “Alright, let’s go get a nice bubble bath for my little man” he said with a quick tickle. He smiled as Kevin giggled, knowing he was already starting to feel better. As they walked up the stairs, Kevin just wondered “What have I done to deserve a loving daddy like this?”

I apologise if this post is in the wrong thread in advance. I'm still getting used to navigating this forum. I'd just like to take the opportunity to say thank you, to everyone on DD. I've frequented many forums including DailyDiapers as a visitor but never had the guts to sign up myself. Now that I have, and I have shared some of my story, it's almost like a burden has been lifted off of my shoulders. I feel more accepted as who I am, and to see so many others with the same interests as myself communicating with each other and helping each other out is inspiring. So, what do you like about AB/DL communities like DD?

Cameron lay in his crib, head tucked under Lili’s chin. Her arms held him tight, one hand rubbing his back. His pacifier was motionless in his mouth, rubber nipple pressing on his tongue. Always, it had been a source of comfort. Just like all of his baby things. His status as a baby. Now, all he felt was confusion and confinement. He’d regained consciousness a little bit ago and had been laying limp as a ragdoll in Lili’s embrace ever since. Only her arms around him kept him from completely falling apart. His world was shattered; his refuge now his prison. Lili was all he had left, and his time with her was numbered. Years ago, when his father first attacked him, he’d been so emotionally wounded he’d needed regression therapy. Mainstreaming him had failed because his grandmother and teachers found the easiest solution for them- instead of disciplining Priscilla and Max for bullying- it was much easier to just chuck Cameron back into regression therapy at school, call his mainstreaming a failure, and sweep the entire unpleasant business under the rug. Now, rather than deal with his father and him, his grandma was sending him away. Sweeping him under the rug again. Gone and forgotten. Quiet, compliant Cameron, so easy to deal with. He didn’t need more intensive therapy. He was doing better than he’d ever done before. It was bullshit. He knew it, and he knew Beatrice knew it too. She just didn’t want to deal with him. Wanted an easy solution, so she doctor shopped with her vast bank account until she found one who’d do whatever she wanted, Cameron’s welfare be damned. Good boy, bad boy- it made no difference. He was helpless to stop it. No more Lili. No more being a big boy. No more big boy thoughts at all. Cameron shuddered, pressing his face into Lili’s warm neck. No matter how hard he tried to please, Beatrice just didn’t care. That shrine to his father in her bedroom showed where her love and loyalty lay. She wasn’t interested in Cameron’s welfare at all. Did she even love him? Anger surged hot on the heels of fear. She was his guardian. His grandmother. She controlled his future and she was just dumping him like unwanted baggage. Tears trickled down his cheeks. Lili’s lips kissed each tear, and one hand drifted down to rub his heavily padded butt, the diaper’s plastic crinkling softly under her touch. Lili had been so quiet. Worried when he woke up, then just holding him without saying a word. She’d had dried tear tracks on her cheeks. While he’d been unconscious from fainting, she’d been crying. Seeing her like that, looking so lost and broken, scared him. It let him know his situation really was hopeless if even fiery Lili didn’t know how to fight this. Anger ket his usual resignation from settling in. He couldn’t accept this. He wouldn’t. Good boy, bad boy, it no longer mattered. Fight or comply, the results would be the same. What were his options? Lili was graduating high school. She was 18. An adult. Why couldn’t he be a big boy and go with her? He was 18 too. Those thoughts warmed a shrivelled, cold part of himself that only Lili had managed to touch; the parts of him he’d learned to suppress, such as his own hopes and dreams and feelings. Good boys were obedient, and he’d put obedience before anything else. A future with Lili, he had to at least try for. To try, he had to face Beatrice’s apathy. He nuzzled into Lili’s warmth and growled around the nipple filling his mouth. Lili froze at his soft growl. She’d never heard him utter such a sound, full of pain, hurt, fear and anger. “Cameron? Baby?” Her voice was hesitant, uncertain. He looked up at her, his eyes burning. His paci fell from pink lips. “Take me away. Let’s run away. I don’t wanna leave you. Don’t let them take me.” LIli looked to the side, unable to met his fervent gaze. “I don’t want you to go, either. But this is big, Cam. We can’t fight this alone. Running away won’t work. The old bat has custody of you. I’d just be arrested for kidnapping you. We’d be delaying the inevitable.” She snorted in self disgust, a flicker of her usual, bold self. “I tried on my own last time, to become your babysitter. I royally fucked that up.” Her empty, defeated tone soured with self-loathing. “All this time we’ve been laying here, I’ve been thinking on what to do. I got nothing. All I keep thinking is how I’m gonna lose you. I don’t know what to do. This isn’t like me. I hate it.” Her voice hitched as she sucked in a harsh breath then clutched his slim, soft body to hers like she wanted to hold him forever. Cameron touched his forehead to hers, his body trembling. His diaper crinkled, hr hand squeezing the thick padding. His heart sped up, panic and desperation spurred him on. “Me, too. But you did it before. You promised you’d be my babysitter and you are. You can do anything! You survived a tiger attack, spat on a judge- you’re not even scared of Max! I can’t do this on my own. Please, Lili? I need you. I’m scared, too. And I’m sick of it. I can’t be a baby anymore. It’s not safe. I wanna be a big boy. With you. Please, help me.” Not a trace of a toddler lisp. This was the most backbone she’d ever heard from him. And she had nothing to offer him; her heart broke. Sorrow and guilt twisted her guts. Those papers she’d seen on Beatrice’s desk had been a wrecking ball to her world. Normally, she was always ready to fight, consequences be damned. But now...Cameron had somehow waddled into her heart. Losing him was more devastating than the tiger attack. She wasn’t sure she could survive this. She’d never felt so vulnerable before, was never at risk of losing something so precious. She’d already concocted a dozen schemes. Running away had been her first thought. But they were all too risky, too dangerous. For the first time, she was weighing the risks, judging the odds instead of going off half cocked. Nothing she thought up had a vague chance of success. Her thoughts ran in desperate, futile circles, leaving her afraid and confused. And now soft, sweet Baby Cameron was trying to spur her on. She hugged him again. “Do you have any ideas? Besides running away? Because I don’t. Last time, Asha-” Lili cut herself off mid sentence, eyes wide like a lightbulb just clicked on. She’d been thinking in terms of her and Cameron VS the world. But what if it wasn’t like that? They had nothing to lose and if worse came to worse, she’d go with one of her more reckless plans. “That’s it!” She abruptly sat up, pulling Cameron with her. The crinkle of his diaper filled the quiet nursery. “Come on! You wanna be a big boy, yeah? There might be a way to make that happen. Let’s go, we’ve got no time to waste.” Lili got up. She’d left the side of the crib down, and she had lain with Cameron, placing her body between him and the open side to protect him and keep him from falling out. Once she was standing, she held her hand out to him. “Lili?” Cameron stared at the sudden transformation, startled and relieved. She’d been so broken, so...so much like he usually was, how he usually felt deep inside. Yet in a flash, once she had a plan, she back back to feisty self. He wished he could bounce back like that. But if she had a plan…. He smiled, full of hope. Maybe they weren’t so helpless after all. He placed his hand in hers; she helped him to his feet then led him to the nursery door. Her adrenaline swept him up, so he didn’t question her plans or where they were going. Just doing something, anything, proactive relieved the tight bubble of dread in his chest. “Hey, Cam. It’s about time you had a sleep over at my place, yeah?” Lili grinned at him over her shoulder, her joy so infectious he couldn’t help but smile back. Usually, he’d be afraid of a new situation. Hell, he’d even have a panic attack back when they went for ice cream. But with the return of his father looming over him, with the stability of his life destroyed, nowhere was safe. Anything, anywhere was fine. As long as he was with Lili. He squeezed on her fingers and crinkled after her.

NOT a Mommy and obviously not a daddy but never the less warm welkome to DD dear

Chapter 5 Emily had absolutely no idea what Marcus had planned, but she was totally ok with him and trusted him. Normally, when she had to mess her diaper, she would just find a spot behind their couch at home and do her business. Since everything during the day so far had been a fun mystery, she just rolled with it as she bounced on Marcus’s hip. Once they got to the couch, Marcus placed his little one on his lap, making sure she was facing him. Bringing his legs together, he put one leg on either side of his knees. This made sure the her legs were spread wide open and she had a good view of him. As he spread his legs just a little bit to bring her legs a little further apart, he told her part of the plan. “So, before you make a stinky in your dipey, we need to relieve some of the pressure. Daddy needs you to soak your Huggies so that all you will have to concentrate on later is making a messy for me!” “Ok daddy” she told him, having done this a couple of times. It was much easier to wet herself when daddy was basically holding her legs apart. Plus, she had to be honest, she loved the humiliation aspect of it. Wetting her diaper on daddy’s lap was something only a baby did, not a big girl. She loved that feeling. Right before she let the floor gates open, she felt Marcus’ hand find it’s was to her padded crotch. “Alright princess, it’s ok to go pee pee now” he told her with a smile. His smile grew wider as, not 5 seconds later, he could feel his palm get warm. He was so glad that she was comfortable enough to release when his hand was mere inches from her crotch. It showed one of the ultimate acts of submission and he couldn’t be happier. “Wow, such a wet dipey for such a little girl” he cooed, patting her swollen padding a couple times to make his point. All Emily could do was blushed as she looked between her legs. She loved dry diaper pats, but not nearly as much as wet diaper pats. The squishy feeling and the way her diaper swelled made it a million times better. “Good girl. Now that you made your Huggies all pee pee wet, it’s time to fill up the other half” he said, patting her bottom. The warm feeling let him know that she really had to go. She rarely, if ever, soaked the back in one wetting. Once he felt her try to hop off him, he held her hips tight. “No baby girl, you will make your stinky right here, on daddy’s lap.” Emily went wide eyed. What? He had never made her do that before. “But daddy…” was all she could think to say. She was almost 100% sure that arguing with him would do nothing, but she wanted to at least try. She had never done anything like this before. “No buts baby. Also, don’t even try to use your puppy dog eyes to get out of this. Daddy wants you to make a poopy diaper right her” Marcus told her, making giving her no wiggle room whatsoever. “If you don’t want to, I have some things in the nursery that might be able to help you out.” “No daddy, I can do it” Emily told him, letting the pacifier fall from her mouth. It would be nearly impossible to do what she was about to do with her binky in her mouth. She knew this was it. The moment of truth. With a couple reassuring bottom pats from daddy, she figured now was as good a time as any. She must have been ready to go. Once she started pushing, she immediately felt her Huggies fill up. Doing her business on Marcus’ lap wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be. It was basically like sitting on the potty except her legs were a little further apart. She pushed again, this time hearing a fart come out. She didn’t care how embarrassing this looked our sounded, she just wanted to get it out of her body. Watching his little girl strain made Marcus do everything he could not to giggle. He was, however, happy that she was comfortable enough to poop her diapers on his lap. With the way she was so apprehensive, he wasn’t sure if she would be ok with it. Clearly, he was wrong. After a couple more minutes, Marcus ran his hand over the mound sagging in the back of her padding. “Is my baby girl all done?” Emily had to catch her breathe. She had never had to push so hard to mess in her entire life. When she heard the comment Marcus made, her blush suddenly returned. Locking eyes with daddy, she gave a slight nod and confirmed “Yeah daddy, I’m all empty.” “Funny, it feels like you are pretty full to me” he told her with a couple pats at the mess in her diaper. Seeing a smile grow on her face and a giggle escape her lips, he was glad. She was not embarrassed about it. That was what babies do after all. “Now that you made stinky like daddy asked, I think it’s time we get a certain diaper butt into her puff puff Huggies” Marcus told her as he set her down on her feet. He figured carrying her would make the clean up way worse. “Yay, puff puff Huggies!” Emily yelled as she popped her pacifier back in her mouth. Once her feet hit the ground, she was even more excited to get into new diapers. Her feet slid even further apart then before in order to accommodate for the added contents of her diaper. She knew she was in for a comically large waddle as she went to the nursery, to which daddy would have a front row seat. She was right. Marcus stood behind the girl and, with a pat of her diaper, told her to head to the nursery. Once she got moving, he could melted into a puddle with the cuteness she was putting out. Her gait was so much wider and it showed. She toddled from one foot to the other, he figured it was to keep the mess mostly in one spot. Whatever the reason, she looked like a toddler trying to take her first steps and it made him smile. Once they got to the nursery door, Emily pulled it open. As she was pulling she lost her balance and started to fall backwards. Thankfully, just as she was about to hit the floor, daddy caught her by the armpits and held her up. “Fanks daddy, dat would have been a poopy explosion!” She smiled up at her caregiver. “Of course baby, daddy would never want you to get hurt” Marcus said, giving her a kiss on her forehead as he put her back on her feet. Thank god he had quick reflexes or else he would have had to clean up the world’s worst blowout. Once they got to the changing table, Marcus picked up his little girl by the armpits and placed her on her back. Hearing the slight crinkle of the changing table cover mixed with the squish of his baby girl’s diaper put another smile on his face. He swore he was going to have a smile the whole trip. As Emily was laying on the changing table, the first thing that got her attention was her full diaper. Once daddy set her down, she could feel it squish as well as the mess spreading. While she definitely didn’t like that feeling, she didn’t hate it either. It made her her feel feel small. It also made her feel loved and protected, which was the most important of all. The second thing she noticed was just how massive the changing table was. She was not a small women and, at 5’3”, felt like the table was going to swallow her up. She looked up and saw the mobile spinning above her that Emily had completely missed when she was first shown the nursery. Mini stuffed versions of baby items spun above her. A bottle, diaper pin, pacifier, stuffed bear, and sippy cup danced along to a quiet melody that almost put her in a trance. After Marcus had snapped the belt around her tummy to keep her from falling off, he noticed something that was off. “I will be right back baby girl” he said, running into the living room and grabbing a few things. Daddy returned, handing the baby girl Cuddles as well as a pink rattle to keep her occupied during the change. “There you go. Now, let’s get these stinky Huggies off” He cooed to her as he gave her a quick tummy tickle. Letting out a laugh, Emily’s attention moved from her daddy to both the mobile and Cuddles. While pretending to make the stuffed bunny shake the rattle, her ears caught the sounds of tapes being pulled free. “Thank god, no more poopy diaper” she thought as the last tape was pulled free. As the front of her infantile underwear was pulled down, she felt the cool air around her privates. It sent a shiver up her spine. Once the front panel was pulled down, Marcus examined the damage. “Wow, you made lots of stinkies” he said, expecting to see a blushing baby. When he looked at her, she was not focused on him at all. Emily was much more interested in her stuffie and the mobile then him and he was totally ok with that. “Thank god I have a full tub of wipes” he told himself as he used the front of the diaper to get as much of her mess as he could. Once that was finished, Marcus popped the top on the wipes tub and got to work. While this was far from an ideal position to be in, he would do it anytime if it meant Emily was happy. As daddy cleaned her up, Emily decided to move to the mobile. She don’t know how he did it, but Marcus made it so it was just far enough away to be out of her grasp. Occasionally, she would get a fingertip on one of them, feeling she amazing softness. As she was reaching for the diaper pin, daddy touched her nose to snap her out of her trance. “Sweetheart, it’s time for diaper snow” he told her using his most syrupy tone, trying to catch her attention. With the smile he saw form around her binky’s shield, he knew he had it. “Dipey snow!” she cooed around the pacifier. This was her favorite part of the changing process. It felt so good and smelled even better, especially after what was just around her waist a minute ago. “But before that, we need to get your dipeys ready” he said, grabbing a thick medical diaper as well as some padding covered with Disney princesses. He had to special order those from someone in the community, but he knew it was worth it be the scream his little one let out. “Pwincesses!” she yelled loud enough to alert the whole town. She had no idea where daddy got them, but she didn’t care. She was about to be wearing Disney diapers and that was all that mattered. “Yes baby, princesses. Now, let’s get your puff puff Huggies ready.” Marcus laid the medical diaper out on the crib mattress a foot away and grabbed some scissors from under the changing table. Making sure to do it plenty, he cut tons of slits in the plastic, allowing for her urine to drain into the second diaper. Reaching below the table one last time, he grabbed two stuffers. One for each diaper. Placing one in the Disney diaper, he lifted her butt up and placed it under her bottom. Repeating the process with the white diaper, he knew that must have felt amazing to his little one. “Now, it’s time for the snow” Marcus announced like he was announcing the entrance of a king into a castle. He shook tons of powder onto her diaper area, making sure to get every crease covered. Emily just laid her head back and sighed. This was amazing. How has everyone not tried this? Nursing a steady rhythm on the rubber nipple in her mouth, she felt her mind slip into another level of regression. Once Marcus closed the cap, he made quick work of taping up both diapers. Once his little one was all clean and dry, he gave her bulky diaper a couple pats and tickled her tummy again. “There we go peanut, all clean and dry in your puff puff Huggies” he continued to use his syrupy voice to regress her. “Me wuv ou dada” she told him around her paci, barely able to get the words out. Her brain was baby mush at this point, not caring about anything but daddy cuddles and thick diapers. “I love you too baby girl” he punctuated with a kiss on her binky. Big girl Emily was officially gone and baby Emily was unpacking her bags. Perfect.

OK, so I'm sitting at my local coffee shop drinking some super delicious coffee and going over Bill's when I look up and see a guy sprinkling cinnamon powder on his latte. Of course the first think I think of (cause I'm a Diaper Lover who hasn't been padded in over 10 months) is sprinkling baby powder over your diaper area (to put it lightly)! Then I think to myself "hmm... what would you call that action? Is there an ABDL term that describes the action of sprinkling baby powder during a diaper change? If their isn't, their should be!" That's when it hits me! CRINKLE SPRINKLE! I googled it and the only thing that comes up is a type of cupcake or donut! So there you go folks! I just created the hot new term that perfectly described the action of sprinkling a little powder on your little one's diaper area before taping up! Here it is in a sentance" "Oops. Almost forgot! You can't go without a little crinkle sprinkle!" I'm not saying I'm a genius but... it's gonna be the next best thing is all I'm saying...

Part 6 “I’m really sorry about all this,” I apologised to Quentin. “'s okay, they need to learn maths more than I do.” He hardly broke a smile but I knew this was his humour. “No, I mean... the smell... the embarrassment... being seen with me...” “Is this more of Cuddy’s doing?” I wasn’t sure whether to tell him or not, it was all so disgusting. Perhaps it would be better people thinking I’d messed my own pants than admitting what actually happened. Besides, I had to protect Helen from the terror of Cuddy. He looked at me and saw me struggling. “More threats no doubt... he really is a piece of unpleasantness wrapped in nasty ... or simply... a cruel twat.” I burst out laughing. Yes, despite my appalling situation Quentin had made me forget for a moment my problems and see Cuddy for what he was. “Anyway, if I were you...” he looked at me straight in the eye, “I’d tell the Head exactly what's been going on... then tell your parents... keeping stuff to yourself will eventually make things worse...” I interrupted him. “But he’s threatened Helen.” “All the more reason to let people know what’s going on.” “I don’t know. People might get to know about my liking for nappies and...” “Look, and don’t take this the wrong way, but that boat has sailed. People know. Most don’t care and those that do... aren’t important.” I knew Quentin was a clever lad but I never thought of him as being so mature. I was listening but really quite in awe of him. To be honest, I’d rather seen him as the rest of the school did, a brainbox yes, but really just a big timid sissy who’d rather play with girls. “...the more you take on yourself the less control you have.” I looked at him as if I’d never really known him. “He’s relying on you to stay quiet so he and his mates can do and say what they like...” “But I’ve complained about him before and they say,” I nodded towards the Heads office, “they can’t do anything without proof... and I just haven’t had any witnesses.” “Yes,” he caught a whiff of the shitty nappy, “Ye gods.” He composed himself. “It doesn’t matter just tell everyone who will listen what’s going on. You’re still only a kid and this amounts to physical, emotional and mental abuse so stop being an idiot... and damn well fight back.” I was stunned at the passion in his voice. He was having a go at me for being the sissy in this relationship. I would have cowered down into my nappy if I couldn’t still feel all the crap clinging to my bits. The wait for the Head was taking ages so I went into great detail about what had happened. After a few “You’ve got to be joking”, “Yuks” and “Blluuurrrgggs” I finished the entire tale. “What a cunt.” Again, a word I never thought I’d hear from Quentin but one he seemed to think summed up Cuddy. (For Quentin the c-word he knew was the worst thing you could call someone although he didn’t know why or what it really meant. All he knew was that sometimes he’d heard the word shouted by older boys and grown-ups and it seemed a nasty thing to say. He thought it MUST apply to Cuddy and his gang.) “There’s no way you can keep this a secret.” He pointed to the top of the disposable that was peaking above my nappy “Besides, this...” I could see he was thinking. “Erm, did you say this was from his baby cousin? Quentin looked a little perplexed. “Yes he took great delight saying it was fresh from him this morning.” “But look, this is far too big for a baby... it’s even too big for you...” I didn’t quite see what he was getting at but he left some time for me to put two and two together. “So, you’re saying that this disposable has nothing to do with a baby... you think he bought them especially for me?” “Maybe, but, and this is what I’m putting out there, what if it’s one of his own. What if he’s needs them himself.... it would explain an awful lot.” He was smiling now. “What if... big hard Cuddy is nothing more than a big bed-wetter himself?” We both burst out laughing as I was called into the Head’s study and Quentin joyfully returned to his maths lesson. # “Think this is funny do you Smith?” The headmaster didn’t look happy with what was in front of him. “Messing you pants and talking like a baby...” “No sir.” My smile had rapidly disappeared once the stern features of Mr Blacklock confronted me. “For crying out loud Smith... you stink... what were you thinking?” “Sorry sir... but it wasn’t my fault.” “Really, so how come Mr Henderson said you’ve already admitted to doing it?” I had no idea how the two had managed to speak in the time I’d been waiting outside his office, although I did know there were two entrances to it. “I was under extreme duress.” This was one of the lines that Quentin had told me to use and I think it took the Head by surprise. “Are you having problems at home?” “No sir... I’m having problems with bullying in school.” I wasn’t as confident as Quentin when it came to speaking to adults, and especially figures of supreme authority, but I took my friend’s words to ‘Man Up’ to heart and tried my best. I think I took Mr Blacklock by surprise. I could see him climb down from his high horse a little because he’d heard my complaints before. “Is this about Cudthorpe in Year 10?” “Yes, he continues a reign of terror against me... and possibly others... and yet nothing is done...” “What has this to do with you messing your trousers?” He spoke sternly trying to knock me off my guard... or so I thought. “Because sir, he stripped me and put me in a messy nappy that he’d brought with him.” “I see. You’re telling me that Cudthorpe brought a particularly offensively smelling nappy to school with the sole intent of making you wear it?” “Erm... er... um... yes I...” “Do you realise how unbelievable that statement is... how preposterous...? You expect me to think that on the off chance he met up with you he’d be so organised as to have such an item with him?” He was completely sceptical about anything I said and as he continued with his line of reasoning I saw how thin my line of argument was. “This seems a very far-fetched story Smith and I have to say I’m not keen on people lying about things in an attempt to get others into trouble.” “But SIR, that’s unfair. I have complained about Cuddy before and the things he says and does to me but, well, I never have a witness but that isn’t to say it doesn’t happen.” “Indeed not Smith but do you know he and several of his friends have complained about you?” Cuddy had mentioned that so it looks like he’d thought ahead. “I know you and he have been at loggerheads for quite some time but this,” he spread his hands to take in my bulging and smelly padding, “is just too much. I’ll call you parents now and hope they can do something.” # I was excused and made to sit in the hallway still wearing Cuddy’s messy nappy. I hadn’t been offered the chance to change, or return to class and retrieve my bag which had fresh nappies, I’d been told by a very annoyed Headmaster to “WAIT”. As I sat pondering what would happen next I knew he was on the phone to my parents. They had already said that should they hear anything from school about nappies they wouldn’t let me wear them anymore. Meanwhile the Head had sent for Cuddy and it was with some surprise that I saw my nemesis walking up the hallway. “Christ Smith you stink, what have you done in your pants?” Although I was intimidated I needed to say something. “You know perfectly well... you... you... you did this to me.” “Smith, I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours but this constant blaming others for your babyish ways is not fair.” Not fair? NOT FAIR? I could have screamed as he sat down beside me and gave me that sly smile. “I hope your mummy will be here soon to take her baby away and change his stinky, smelly ...” He was whispering the words when the door opened and we were both beckoned back into the Heads office. “Cudthorpe.” “Yes sir... what can I do for you?” He was even slimy with the Head yet I already knew I had no chance. Mr Blacklock explained the charges against him and looked at times surprised, amused and hurt – god he should be on stage. He was appalled at the idea that anyone would bring in a dirty nappy, let alone put it on someone else. “Smith alleges that it’s from your baby cousin.” “Well, that’s a lie... I don’t have a baby cousin.” He reasoned with the Head. I butted in. “His baby brother, his baby brother, he’s always comparing me to his baby brother...” I was out of control and very angry. “But sir, this is yet another lie. I don’t have a baby brother. I think Smith should get his facts right before he spreads more malicious gossip and unfounded accusations...” The Head looked at me waiting for a response. “Well Smith?” The innocent look on Cuddy’s face was unbelievable. “Can I go now sir? Smith’s smelly nappy is quite overpowering...” I could see he was going to add something vindictive but thought better of it as the Head told him to return to his lessons. “Well Smith... it’s your word against his and I have to say... it doesn’t look good on your part. Anyway, your mother will be here soon...” he said distractedly as he returned to his desk and started sorting through some papers. “Can I get my school bag sir it has a change in...?” “You came prepared?” He enquired incredulously. He looked at me quite dismissively at that moment. “Wait outside for your mother...” I could hear him say “You’re a disgrace” under his breath. # Cuddy had made me look a liar and a not very good liar at that. He’d played the Head easily, although how much he believed him, compared to how much he disliked me, I wasn’t sure. However, I was sitting in a stinking and very uncomfortable disposable waiting for mum... I was sure she wouldn’t be too pleased about the state I was in. There was something else grinding away at the back of my mind and it was something Quentin had said. The disposables I’d been put in weren’t baby sized they were for someone a lot bigger, even bigger than me. Despite my discomfort I giggled at the idea it might be Cuddy’s own and then an awful thought crossed my mind – had I been wearing Cuddy’s own poop all this time. The idea made me want to throw up and I sat stock still desperately wanting not to spread the muck around further. Not only that but I felt totally devastated, humiliated and started to cry, it was then mum arrived. # I sat crying like the little kid I felt I was. I’d been totally destroyed by Cuddy, and I was quite possibly sat in his poop. I think mum could smell the problem well before she got to me but it was she who was disgusted. “Haven’t they let you change?” I simply hugged her and let out a cry that might just have woken a few of the school’s ancient spirits. At this Mr Blacklock opened his office door to greet mum. “Ahh Mrs Smith I...” Mum didn’t give him chance to speak she was on him in seconds demanding to know why I hadn’t been allowed to change. He looked a little surprised at this verbal assault but invited her into his inner-sanctum but left me snivelling out in the hallway. I could hear the Head trying to be reasonable but mum was not easily placated. However, the volume decreased and a more rational discussion took place. I heard the name Cudthorpe crop up time and time again. I also heard the terms protection, nappies, disposables, faeces, baby and psychiatrist being mentioned on a number of occasions. I was shivering in fear, guilt and shame as mum emerged, slightly downbeat but determined to sort her quaking messy boy out. “Come on Michael... let’s get you out of here.” She wasn’t angry but I could tell that the conversation hadn’t gone well for me. # I was tearful and fearful the short drive home. I just didn’t know what to say to mum or what had gone on between the headmaster and her... but I’d never felt more uncomfortable sitting in a messy nappy. We went up to the bathroom and she stripped me naked taking great care to not let the mess spread any further. I tried to tell her it wasn’t my fault, I hadn’t pooped in my nappy but she just gently shushed me and told me not to worry. She saw for herself that there was a disposable held within the confines of my fabric padded nappy so was able to see I wasn’t lying... but nothing was said. After an initial clean-up she aimed me towards the shower and told me to give myself a thorough scrubbing. I poured a load of shampoo on my head and lathered it up and let the torrent of bubbles cascade down my boyish frame; rubbing and scouring as the foam got to each part of my body. Of course I scrubbed hard at my groin and bum, the area that had so recently been possibly contaminated by Cuddy poo. My tiny cock and balls made my emotions sink as I rubbed and rubbed in an effort to get them permanently clean. Everything seemed to shrink to nothing and my eyes filled with tears again. Mum came in at that moment; it appeared she only ever saw me crying these days. “I’ll never be clean, I’ll never...” She stopped me from scrubbing myself raw, then wrapped me in a towel and guided me to my room. #tbc#

They went with songs to the battle, they were young. Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam

Welcome to the club. We are the few, the proud, the diaper poopers!

This question should be changed to, When will be the next time you poop your diaper? My answer would then be the next time it comes. And the time after that..... and the time after that.....

Good morning! It's a new week, which means it's a new chapter! Enjoy! Chapter 2 I always wondered why some businesses put the full names of their employees on business cards. It seems so invasive and unsafe in this day and age. However, it makes life easier for me when I’m doing my homework on someone. In fact, in the past, it helped me avoid some rather unfaithful guys. Take Justin, the guy who swore up and down that I was “the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.” Whether or not that was the alcohol talking is still up for debate, but he drunkenly gave me a business card and then sent me a social media friend request. It wasn’t long before I found out that in addition to having a criminal record, ol’ Justin had a lot of people whom he swore up and down were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He was persistent when I started turning him down, and when he didn’t get the hint, I emailed him everything I found; social media comments on random women, his criminal history...the list goes on. Needless to say, Justin left me alone shortly after, making sure to call me a “crazy bitch” in the process. I prefer curious bitch, though. As for Michael Johansen? Things got pretty interesting, pretty quickly. It took me maybe 10 minutes to fix my rig, and then I got right to work, sleuthing like I always do. At first, everything seemed pretty run of the mill with him; social media profiles all checked out (he loved puns. And when I say “loved” I mean, LOVED. Every day was a new pun), no criminal record, everyone seemed to like him. Social media’s a funny thing, though. People are so in love with sharing their...everything, with the world, forgetting that they leave a digital trail of clues and openings into their past. So when I dug a little further, I found a point in time about two years prior, where Michael had apparently had a really bad breakup. His friends kept telling him to make an online dating profile to see what would happen, and he did. My curiosity sent me there, and it looked like a profile that he hadn’t used in quite some time, but never deleted. And again, Michael had poured his heart and soul into his profile, mentioning that nobody quite understood him or that he never felt like himself around people he’d been with in the past. Poor guy! But...what was it that nobody understood? Why didn’t he feel like himself around others? The next couple of hours were spent digging even deeper into whatever I could find online about Michael. I never found anything about him being in an accident, or anything mentioning him being incontinent. This only increased my suspicion and made me flex my research muscles a little more. Was he wearing diaper for pleasure? And if so, what made him do such a ballsy move in public? Anyone could’ve called him out on it if they saw noticed. Next came the challenging but fun part. See, it’s not terribly hard to find what you’re looking for online, as long as you know where and how to find it. In this case, I wanted to find out if there were any clues about people who liked wearing diapers for fun within a certain vicinity of my location (I’m not a prude, either! I’ve found quite a bit of interesting things on the internet and am not afraid of all of it!). No, it’s never a guarantee, but there are cases where people slip up and accidentally give themselves away in a post, or something similar. For starters, I first typed, “adult babies, Jansville, WI” in the search bar, and started from there. The first few results led to various online fetish communities, with the rest of the results revealing random porn sites and diaper-related fanfictions that I won’t read so not to further ruin my childhood. Refining my search, I then added, “male, computer” into the search engine, thinking it might lead me to more results if Michael mentioned his occupation on one of these sites. Still nothing concrete, so the deducing continued for quite some time...without much luck. Still, I had to know. And yes, I’m well aware that I could’ve just asked him about what I saw, but it’s not like I’d have straight up asked, “Hey, Michael! What’s with the diaper around your waist?” or yanked his pants down and pointed, asking for an explanation. I mean, yeah, that’d be kind of fun, but I’m not mean like that. Going back to the drawing board, I opened Michael’s social media profiles, looking at some recent posts. A few weeks before, there had been a robbery that took a turn for the worst in the pizzeria in town. Nobody died, but the robber did beat up the pizzeria owner pretty bad. Michael had posted something about it on his social media, talking about how awful the robber was. I typed in “pizzeria robbery, Jansville, adult baby, diaper,” in the search engine and clicked the button. There, buried beneath the first few results, was a post on an adult baby forum. The topic read, “Seriously?! Who Robs a Pizzeria?!” Could this have been it? Taking a deep breath, I clicked the link, and was sent to adult baby community’s website where the details of the post were. The topic was started by user IttyBittyBabyBear84, the day after the robbery happened. It talked about the robbery right here in Jansville, and was worded nearly identical to what Michael had posted on his social media page. A slew of replies were found as well, some from this particular user, one reading the following: Yeah, it’s crazy. It was only a couple of blocks from the computer shop I work for. This doesn’t usually happen in my town, so it was a shock to everyone. We don’t have anything other than panic buttons at my store. It makes me a bit nervous that at any time, someone could just come in and rob the store. I’m not much of a fighter, but I guess if someone was going to kick my ass, at least the diapers would lessen the blow a bit! Computer store? In Jansville? By the pizzeria? Diapers? This had to be Michael. I clicked on IttyBittyBabyBear84’s avatar, a baby blue bear wearing a very thick looking diaper and sucking a pacifier, and was brought to his user page. His age was 34, and he indicated on his profile that he lived “in South Wisconsin”, which is what a lot of people in Jansville say when people ask where it is. The profile also revealed he was part AB, part DL, which I soon found (thanks to my research) meant adult baby and diaper lover. I was onto him. The more research I did, the more the puzzle pieces fit together...and the more I found out about Micharl’s little hobby, no pun intended. It looked like the bad breakup I’d discovered earlier was a result of his fetish, and it also looked like he struggled quite a bit with feeling lonely and stressed out. Some posts indicated he sometimes wore diapers because it turned him on, and other times it was strictly for comfort. All of his fantasies were there, too, from being randomly but playfully forced into diapers and babied by “a loving but mischievous girlfriend” to having someone sweetly speak to him and cuddle and cradle him, comforting him while he wore his diapers. The list went on, but we’d be here all day if I told you everything. Things took an even more interesting turn when I refreshed IttyBittyBabyBear84’s profile page, and happened to find a new post. This one read, “Almost Got Caught Today” in the title. “Aha!” I said aloud, clicking the link immediately, being led to another post: So, everyone. I’ve been feeling pretty awful this week and decided to wear to work, thinking it’d help cheer me up a bit. It was going pretty good! But this awful woman started yelling at me when I couldn’t fix her computer. I was so stressed that I literally wanted to cry, or shout at her, or do anything to make her go away. Then, this really pretty, short brunette with these hazel eyes intervened and scared the old woman off! It was amazing! She was really sweet, and really sassy, and she freaking loves PCs! She loves them probably as much as I do! We talked about our rigs for a while! But anyway, this sweet woman needed thermal paste, so I led her to it, and I was so dumbfounded and distracted by how nice and pretty she was, that I didn’t realize my shirt had untucked from the back of my pants. There’s no way she DIDN’T hear my diaper, and I think she might’ve seen it, too. I swear I could almost feel her eyes checking out my butt when I was bending down. Thank God she didn’t say anything. I’d be ruined. I’d have probably quit my job and moved away. Granted, I could’ve probably gotten away with telling her I was incontinent or something, but then I’d feel like an asshole for lying to such a beautiful woman. Never wearing a diaper to work AGAIN. This was it! The absolute proof I needed that it was Michael! I clicked my tongue and “tsk’d” my screen, smiling by what I’d found. No, I wasn’t going to use this to ruin Michael, because as I said before, he’s cute. And honestly, after reading more of his backstory, I felt kinda bad for him. But, being the silly and awkward woman I am, I thought it’d be a little fun to maybe toy with him a bit, even convincing myself that it might be fun to indulge the guy..or, baby guy..or little guy? Dude? Person? The itty, bitty, baby bear. And who knew that it’d lead to him becoming my itty bitty baby bear? My next visit would be quite fun!

That's what I enjoy about the supplements; It's doing exactly what it should do to my system. When I feel the urge to go, it doesn't take much to push out a soft load. Sometimes it's on the smaller side, but today it was large and explosive, and one heck of a cleanup. I just leaned forward slightly and filled up the entire back of my diaper until it ran out of room and instead pushed towards the front as well.

I think we should meet up next time I’m in London we can change each other

I love the feeling of thick padding between my legs, reminding me all the time that I'm in a nappy. And I love the security of knowing that all that padding will let me wet as much as I need without having to think twice about it. This morning I put an extra soaker in my (cloth) nappy just for the hell of it. It means I can only walk bowlegged, and it feels great. I'll be heading out to the shop shortly, wearing a big smile inside.

I love using pads for pee I love using pads and diapers

Like several posts above, I also started around age 12. Think about that age...entering adolescence with your first sexual thoughts and desires emerging. At first I messed my underpants, and sometimes I would use my older sister's panties. I washed them very thoroughly and carefully, so I never was caught. I remember getting the courage to go to the store and bought what were called "sanitary panties" for women. They were panties with a waterproof crotch for use with sanitary pads. I then thought about baby's plastic pants, and bought the largest sizes I could find which fit perfectly. I wore these over my underpants, sometimes when family was home, never detected. I wet very carefully, essentially just enough to get damp. Then I soiled my pants when no one was home. I never tried disposable baby diapers back then, but wish I would have thought about that option. I am sure the larger sizes would have fit. I eventually discovered adult diapers, the abdl community, and never turned back. I have lived a fulfilling, no pun intended, great family, 2 successful adult children, and a successful career with a national reputation in my profession. I was able to navigate the balance of diapers for their intended use, and adult responsibilities, certainly not without guilt, but now acceptance. 9

I also recently started pooping after only wetting for years. I gradually started to find the idea less and less gross over time. Finally, over the summer I decided that I had to at least try it once- needless to say I loved it and now it just seems like a natural part of my diaper routine. I guess now I can say that I'm stinky, squishy, and proud!

Oh my goodness! I LOVE to sit in a warm, full, poopy dydee! ? I'm usually kneeling on my hands and knees, pretending that I'm a baby in a playpen when I fill my pants (diapers). As feel the seat of my diaper and fill and expand with warm poop, I wait until I have finished with my "big job" and then I sit down. The very moment of sitting down in my warm, full poopy diaper is pure bliss. I love to feel the warm poop mash and spread all over by bottom and up my crack. It is hard to explain, but in some ways the very act of pooping my pants and sitting in a poopy diaper awakens long forgotten memories with me. It is as if, every time I pooped my pants as a baby was stored in my subconscious memory and then those infantile memories come to the surface with I sit in a poopy diaper. So, to answer your question, within 2 to 4 minutes of filling my pants, I am sitting down in my poopy diaper feeling so blissful and euphoric. ?

I guess I have to disagree with most (but not everyone) here in their replies. I believe, based upon my own experiences with diapers and how people view them is that our "fetish" (if you want to call it that) is hated and feared because it involves going to the bathroom in our pants; long past the age of potty training. Let's face it, even if you do not use diapers for their intended purpose, that is in fact, their intended purpose: to contain the pee and poop in our "pants." When I was growing up in the 1960s, the era of cloth diapers and rubber pants, there was an "attitude" or "view" about "going to the bathroom in your pants." If a toddler wasn't potty trained by the age of two, either the child or the parents were viewed suspiciously: like something was wrong with them. Diapers and rubber pants (what babies wear) were often used as punishment on older children who misbehaved or acted "too big for their britches." The line that separated the worlds of infancy (babyhood) and that of being a "big boy or girl" was diapers and rubber pants. Phrases like, "He's still in diapers" or "She still goes in her pants" were meant to put a child (or adult) in their place by reminding the person that they had to be diapered and that they still "go in their pants." I believe this, more than all the things listed in this discussion, are the real reasons we and our "fetish" are viewed with contempt and fear. Think about it. EVERY HUMAN BEING was in diapers at one time, peeing and pooping their pants in public (at church, home, malls, etc) when they were babies. And these people who judge us, and fear us, well, they all peed and pooped their pants with abandon when they were infants: grunting and tooting, and filling their diapers for their mothers to change. Isn't that really everyone's fear? A "normal" person's fear? When we openly wear or talk about diapers, 99% of all the "normal" people out there KNOW that at one time, they too were in diapers peeing and pooping their pants. We, I think, remind them of their own time spent in diapers peeing and pooping their pants for the first 2 to 4 years of their life. Maybe I'm wrong, but that is my opinion.

My wife is unique in that she cannot orgasm the way most woman do. Her clitoris is non responsive so tongue and vibrators actually bother her. I have to laugh because she says me giving her oral is a reward for me not her. The only way she is finding release is with the right tool and my wee wee is not it. Even before my desire to be a lil girl in the bedroom I could not even get close to reaching the right place with my wee wee. Even without diapers she was frustrated. We have grown to enjoy our bedroom situation. We are very open now about everything. You have to be in our unique relationship. There is plenty of feedback. Honestly for my wife, putting her on a pedestal and constantly loving and cherishing her has made her feel amazing. She prefers this more than anything. Our relationship has evolved into a female dominated one and she has enjoyed her newly found dominance. She can TELL me to take my diaper off and make love to her and of course I would obey. It would be over in three seconds and her dildo would come out anyway. Trust me, if she wants me she takes me. My wife and I truly are soulmates. If she did not love me unconditionally she would have left a very long time ago. In our marriage we both had to make decisions to stay or go and we both are very happy making the choice to stay in each other's arms. She has the freedom and encouragement to do as she needs which she never really takes advantage of. We are open and honest with one another. What is interesting was before wearing diapers permanently our relationship was not very good at all at times. We could not be honest with one another and we were both miserable. Now it is completely opposite. That is what being in diapers all the time has done for me personally.

Today a diaper milestone has been reached in my journey to become diaper dependant as wearing diapers permanently officially began for me one year ago. It also coincides with a the very special anniversary of me becoming a real life cuckold to my wonderful wife. Since I could no longer be a man in the bedroom it was only fitting to be reminded of that underneath my clothes every second, of every minute, of everyday. Mental/Relationship Effects of Wearing Diapers Permanently This journey has been completely my own. My wife never forced wearing diapers permanently on me nor has she ever used diapers as a punishment for being an inadequate lover despite my fantasies being filled with thoughts of her to do so. Truthfully she would rather me not wear diapers at all. She finds my diaper dependancy embarrassing and awkward especially around our family often times. Despite her feelings we both knew that I needed to be in diapers permanently. When not in diapers I was emotionally miserable and thoughts of being diapered consumed my mind. This led to a very unstable marriage as my lack of focus on my wife and family was undeniable. Most female partners would have given up and moved on to find a real man but my wife decided to accept her husband as the diapered sissy girl he so desperately desired to be. Her unconditional love and never ending devotion has not wavered this past year. She has not gotten tired of all the my wet diaper changes or the stale smell of pee pee in the air sometimes. Her acceptance and understanding has made me a completely new husband. She has become my everything and my focus is now always on her and the family. You do not have to worry about being in diapers mentally if you are already in them. At one point she actually shared with me that she likes me much better in diapers because I am a much happier and loving person now. It also has been a very fun time in the bedroom despite having a far from traditional sex life. A part from the embarrassment of her husband wearing diapers my wife was completely sexually turned off by the father of her children wearing diapers. She was completely sexually frustrated and deprived. As you can imagine she was miserable. All that changed once she took a boyfriend. He completely took care of all her womanly needs which left her completely fulfilled and satisfied. Her husband's preemies, his small wee wee, and his dirty diapers simply did not matter anymore when it pertained to the bedroom. They were no longer a reminder of her sexual frustrations and deprivations. Thanks to this being here lil girl became fun and exciting to both of us. It could be changing my diaper on the bed she would later be made love to on, standing in the pharmacy line with a very thick and noticeably crinkly diaper waiting to purchase her the morning after pill after a night of unprotected passion with her boyfriend, or simply nursing me in our bed at night. Penetrative sex is almost completely non existent but when she does not have me locked in chastity I am always permitted supervised masturbation by humping my diaper of course. There is something just so sexually intoxicating about looking into her eyes as I make my sisses in my diaper and her telling me that I am a good lil girl always reminding me to make sure I throw my diaper away afterwards because that is where my mess belongs...in the trash. Being in diapers permanently has helped both my marriage emotionally and sexually. It has turned me into a better partner and better father. There are still challenges sometimes with being in diapers but open communication and honesty overcomes these padded obstacles. My wife has used the fact I crave her attention to diaper me to her benifit. She has also found out that when she is upset with me that a very simply punishment is to ignore everything about my diapers. I have tendancy when in this situation to be very apologetic and attentive to her needs. I have upset my wife multiple times leaving a used diaper mistakenly out almost always in the bathroom. When I shower I roll up my dirty diaper and put it in the bathroom towel closet. With it out of sight it sometimes becomes out of mind and I have left my diaper in there for days. Although my older kids have gone in the closet with a used diaper in there as far we know they have never noticed it. My wife certainly will notice it and when she does I am scolded for it. It is probably the most upset she has been since wearing diapers permanently. As far the kids I have no idea. I believe that my stepdaughter probably knows as she signed for a box that was torn completely exposing the diapers inside. I think it would be highly unlikely she did not notice it considering she carried it in the house and what sixteen year old does not want to know what is in the big box. The box had also had the tape cut perfectly at the top of it. That was either done by her or the delivery company which I doubt. My other two kids I believe have remained unaware that I wear diapers. Physical Effects of Wearing Diapers Permanently At this point my wife and I both feel that I am now no longer potty trained. Does this mean I am wetting myself uncontrollably all of the time, no. It does mean that without a diaper on there is a good possibility my pants will be wet. I have tried to be a big boy twice pretending I could take my diaper off and try and be a man for my wife. The first time I ended up on the potty every five minutes because I felt that I was going to constantly wet myself. It was such a distraction that I finally just sat down on the toilet and let myself drip, drip, drip. My wife eventually just told me to lay down on the bed so she could diaper me and I told her I do not need to wear a diaper out to dinner with her. She simply responded by saying I do not think that would be a good idea. The next time I wanted to make love to my wife and she said that is fine but you must take your diaper off to do so. Within about five minutes my bedtime shorts were wet and a diaper was going back on me. I leak uncontrollably post bowel movement which I currently still do on the potty. I have no feeling or control of this, it simply happens. My panties would definitely be wet if I was not in a diaper after voiding. I have experienced uncontrollable wetting when laughing or sneezing at times but not always. Sometimes I just kind of feel pee pee moving down my wee wee without even consciously letting my bladder go. I have no real proof that my bladder has shrunk. Sometimes it takes forever for me to wet my diaper particularly if I am not thinking about it or not hydrated. I have always had an overactive bladder and my need to pee pee frequently comes and goes. Sometimes I find myself allowing myself to wet my diaper every five minutes and other times I have no feelings to wet at all. Many times I have felt that permanent control loss was close and then a relapse. The summer I wet my diaper in my sleep for the first time. I have never been a bedwetter and I believed I was well on my way to permanent diaper dependancy. Since that time I have not wet myself in my sleep again that I am aware of. It still is very hard for me to wet laying down at times. Often times I dream about wetting and when I wake up I am very close to wetting myself. All my night wettings are still very concious and iniated by me. I would say my bowels are looser now than before. Twice during this year I have had to use my diaper to mess myself because I could simply not hold my bowels any longer. I have intentionally messed myself on other occassions but not so often. When removing my diaper I am often greeted with a brown streak mark in it. Diaper Types/Costs During this time I have worn many types of diapers. The total cost of just my diapers for the year was $1,895.56. Before you get excited and believe that price is reasonable, before I began wearing diapers permanently I had atleast a three month supply saved up. It is quite possible that I had enough diapers to last four or five months. Almost all of those diapers are now gone. I spent an additional $168.44 on six pairs of Garywear Active briefs. I had many other pairs of plastic panties I had bought throughout the years. I had also already purchased 10 pair of Abena fixing panties and eight onesies. In general I would say that you need about $3,000 to wear premium overnight diapers permanently and another $600-$700 in garments, creams, and powder.. My average diaper usage is about three to four diapers daily. My record diaper usage in a day wearing premium diapers was six diapers. When this all began this was all about feeding my need to be humiliated. At that time I wanted to only wear pink diapers. My favorite diaper of course being pink Rearz Princess diapers. As the months passed I began to realize that a pink diaper with princesses printed on them caused me a lot of stress. With help from many people here like @bettypooh and @rustypins I soon realized that it would be better especially in the work place to wear plain white diapers. Now I only wear pink diapers to work when my inner lil girl demands for me to do so. My primary diapers remain Rearz Princess/Inspire + Incontrol and ABU Simples. I almost always am in an overnight diaper af all times. Diapers worn this year include: Bambino Bianco Bambino Ultra-stretch Rearz Inspire Rearz Princess Rearz Inspire + Incontrol ABU Lavenders ABU Simples White Diaper Max DC Amor Dotty The Pony My Diaper Princess Final Feelings/Thoughts/Advice Wearing diapers permanently takes very committed determination. Much planning goes into how and when you will change your diaper, acquisition of supplies, and traveling arrangements. I have to always carry an extra suitcase filled with diapers and supplies and my backpack is always near me when it is necessary to change. I have experienced a lot of diaper leaks, mostly at the bar or at work due to press out leaks. I have leaked in bed at least three or four times. Even at this point I am still going through firsts. Just this week I disposed of one of my used diapers in the work trash can for the first time ever. I had always taken them off site but a couple of paper towels on top of the used diaper keeps it well hidden. I have gained a lot of courage this year when it comes to wearing diapers. I will change my diaper pretty much anywhere to include work. I also try my hardest to respect those that are around me that have to hear the rip of a diaper tape or the tell tale crinkling that comes with a diaper change. All in all wearing diapers permanently for a year has been one of the better decisions I have ever made. Diaper rashes, the occasional diaper leak, and pamper planning can be a hassle sometimes but the pure happiness I feel of constantly being padded outweighs those inconveniences.

Diapers and plastic pants 24/7

I know a lot of you find it strange to have a diaper rash desire, but the hot burning sensation just does it for me. For me it has never been easy to create a rash. Some will say lucky you. And I know a real bad case might not be fun, but this place is about desires. So I continued me search to create a diaper rash, and even staying 24 h in a soiled diaper would not create a rash for me, only a slight hint of the burning sensation. This was until I read an article about diaper punishment with bleach. Let me start by saying that doing this to a child is criminal. But with an adult its different. So I tried it and put bleach on a diaper and then put the diaper on. I could immediately feel my bum starting to burn, and every time I wet the diaper, it would even start to burn more. Then when the diaper was finally completely soaked, and the burning was getting very intense, I removed the diaper to find a very nice rash. I just think this is great fun. It feels like you are in a wet dirty diaper even when you are just in panties at work. Its a constant burning feeling and I love it.