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I was at some kind of work office, surrounded by co-workers. In my dream I was not wearing a nappy but I was fully clothed, dark clothes, long sleeves but with curiously thick-crotched pants. Despite my public location and my proximity to others, I was completely convinced that it was ok to wet my pants and that nobody would notice. I didn’t particularly need to pee in my dream but heck, I was allowed to wet myself so why wouldn’t I? I wandered over to the dream-office window away from my colleagues and looked out onto a snow-covered hillside with a ski-lift and skiers kicking up rooster-tails of dry powder snow. In waking life, I live in the sub-tropics but this was a dream so I guess snow-scenes are ok. I relaxed: It would be fine to wet myself. Nobody was going to notice. I was allowed to. Within a few seconds was rewarded with a burst of creeping warmth from inside my thick pants but looking down, there was no visual evidence of wetness. Another burst of wee and I felt a warm trickle running back across my shaved pubis and lower stomach but nothing seemed to be running down my legs. My pants were now warmer and closer. Some indeterminate time later I woke up. It was early morning. As usual, it took a little time as I woke before I remembered I was in a thick nappy under my pyjamas under the covers. I was wet of course but I was wet when I’d gotten into bed the night before so that was hardly surprising. I was in a thick Babykins pull-on cloth diaper over the top of a double-terry Babykin pull-on diaper which can handle multiple wettings in bed without the risk of leaks. I didn’t need to pee. Again, that wasn’t altogether surprising. When in nappies at night, I usually pee a little whenever I wake up briefly (as I do a few times per night as a light sleeper) although I couldn’t clearly remember any specific incident. And then I remembered my dream. Did I wake and wet myself during the night and forget doing it or was I asleep (or at least half asleep), awake enough to be aware that it was ok to pee in bed but not awake enough to experience the event lucidly?

After nearly 4 decades as a practicing DL, yes, effortlessly. The only time I can remember being "stuck" was I was wearing a relatively thick, pinned terry nappy and I was on a motorbike but even then, i think it was my urethra being constricted rather than anything else. I'd "relaxed" but was rewarded with monumental urgency but no pee. I ended up stopping the bike because it was painful and automatically started wetting myself the moment I started to get off it.

I’ve thought a lot about it this but the fact is that it isn’t a rational thing and so attempts to rationalise it have never gone well so well... I’m far from 100% convinced that I want to be incontinent but here I am reading, fascinated. Perhaps incontinence is that “rationalisation” for a marked preference for wearing and using diapers. Within the limited scope for practical advantage I can see that as an aging male, I think I’d definitely prefer not to be prematurely woken from my sleep by a full and aching bladder. Once I’ve gotten up out of bed to use a toilet, something in my brain switches on and that’s usually the end of the night’s sleep for me. I’d like to be able sleep through wetting and wake up on my own time and just deal with my wet nappy instead. BUT, there would still be nights and places where I would NOT want that behaviour to occur. Even during the day, there are so many times and places in my life where being in a wet (or full) nappy would be difficult, uncomfortable and potentially embarrassing. I fully realise that if I was truly incontinent, that would all just be bad luck: poop and pee would just happen whenever and wherever. I think what I’d really like is to experiment with 24x7 for a while and see just how far down the road to functional incontinence I was prepared to travel. As a lifelong DL highly habituated to wearing and using diapers, I have little doubt and some evidence that I WOULD move towards at least reduced continence fairly quickly. It is a matter of deepening regret to me that family and work commitments conspire to prevent me from finding out.

When I first stir, I’m not really aware of my wet diaper if I’m in one. Gradually as I wake, I recognise the warm closeness that is wrapping my crotch and bum and realise that I don’t need to pee much if at all. That's because I will have peed myself periodically across the night when I stirred (I don't sleep heavily and wake often). I will generally have slept comparatively well however because I didn’t spend the last three hours of the night tossing and turning in denial about needing to get up and pee. My body has an annoying habit that once I’ve had to get up and get out of bed, it decides that it’s “wake up time” and I struggle to get back to sleep. If I lift the blankets, I can smell the warm pee smell from my nappies but it isn’t strong or unpleasant and doesn’t stick to sheets or blankets. It’s comfortable and relaxing for me to “sleep like a baby”. I’m not an involuntary bedwetter but I’d love to be able to wear diapers every night and suspect I’d drift into unconscious bedwetting quickly if I did so.

I've had significant wicking problems with the "comfortable" (lycra-banded) Babykins plastic pants. The terry lined ones are great over a disposable whilst I am upright and their wetting is limited to "squish leaks" around the leggings etc but in bed, that lycra waist band will get wet real quick and I will have wet pyjama pants and wet sheets. Terry lined or even simple plastic Babykins pants will still leak over a cloth nappy. The wet nappy touches the lycra and that wetness migrates. This will happen in or out of bed. A seriously wet cloth nappy under those will mean wet jeans around my waist. The enclosed plastic pants from Babykins work much better but yes, the vinyl is prone to cracking over the elastic and can be an irritant to my skin. My old Gary pants work better but aren't as comfortable. I wish the lycra-edged Babykins pants worked better.

My personal experience has led to incidents of me peeing my diaper at night without fully waking up but I don’t know that I’d describe it as incontinence. Each time it happened I was typically dreaming about peeing and somewhere in my brain, I’m pretty sure I knew I was well diapered and/or already wet and so it was “ok” for me to just do it. It felt like a lower level of consciousness felt it had sufficient delegated permission from my wakeful mind to go ahead and take care of things but at least keep me informed of developments. Others have said that this can for some, rapidly progresses to nocturnal wetting without recollection but I ran out of time with that experiment.

Aeons ago on a different board, I remember a member who had claimed a successful method of inducing bedwetting that was a variant on Bonsai’s point #9. What he would do is drink regularly across the afternoon and evening but repeatedly hold his bladder to the point of wetting himself. Finally, he would down a few beers (the moderate quantity of alcohol to relax him and give his bladder a swift reload), allow his bladder to empty and go to bed. He reported predictably waking up wet after this regime. I can’t say that I’ve tried this in the context of inducing bedwetting but a way back, in one of my more left-field adventures into scientific enquiry I decided that I’d find out if people eventually wet themselves after holding because their sphincters catastrophically released or (as was my theory), they “decided” to wet themselves to stop the agonal pain of a bursting bladder and ongoing dripping. So safely in a nappy, I spent a highly uncomfortable morning drinking water with agonising waves of pee-urgency cresting with spasmodic involuntary dribbling until kidney pain warned me that it may not be a good idea to push on and I'd proved my point anyway. I then "decided" and peed a personal spa bath into my thoughtfully-bulky cloth nappies in one of the greatest pressure reliefs of my existence - saturating a 60" x 60" folded terry night nappy in one go. The bizarre thing was those that for a few hours after torturing my bladder in this way – I was practically incontinent. The first urination that occurred after that epic hold was unplanned and in my next nappy, (I’d presciently changed into a dry one after my experiment). The duration between sensing the need to pee and uncontrollably peeing was seconds. I therefore suspect that a combination of hold-induced bladder fatigue, fluids and mild sedation just might bring about a wet bed for a normally continent individual.

It’s certainly one of the more confronting aspects of this behaviour and many ABDL refrain from it. A primary element for me is one of regression. It is an infantile thing to do and whilst I’d describe myself as significantly more “DL” than “AB”, I’d have to admit that there are inevitable AB overtones in the rejection of “grown up” that goes along with a decision to poo in your pants instead. Another is the sheer “naughtiness” of “doing it in your pants”: even more so than a simple wee. There is for me just a frisson of excitement in standing around looking like a grown up whilst under my khakis, I’m loading my nappy like a toddler. Even more exciting is doing it in bed, tucked up beneath the blankets. Lastly is the sensuality. If you can put aside that deep social conditioning, filling your nappies actually feels very nice in a mud-between-your-toes kind of way. Sleeping in a dirty nappy is positively voluptuous on those rare partner-free nights where I can do it. Changing my dirty nappies is driven by operational necessity, not desire (smell, leakage, laundry timing, rash-avoidance). Once removed from me, a soiled nappy is just a toxic bio-hazard that I now have to deal with and I’d rather not. Kind of the “price of the game” if you like. I take no pleasure in the laundry and clean-up and poop outside of a securely fitted nappy is repellent to me. I am also very careful to minimise the chances of non-consenting others in having to smell my dirty diaper if I have one on. I should also add kudos to you if you can stand sleeping next to a partner who is in a loaded nappy. I am allowed to be wet in bed next to my partner but her understandable requirement is that dirty nappies are not something she wants to know about or be near.

I've seen worse but it wasn't good. Although on the surface it appeared non-judgemental, it tossed literary grenades for shock value and provided little insight. The cartoon illustrations were the usual cheap shots, exaggerated juxtaposition between infant paraphernalia and adult decay at its most unattractive. Looking at the genre of the other articles from the publishing entity, this seemed par for the course. I gave it a C-

I can remember deliberately wetting my pants at around age 3 because I liked to do it (although I didn't do it very often). I can remember wetting my swimmers outside around 4 and imagining they were nappies. I think my first opportunity to revisit actually wearing nappies arose when I was around 11 or 12.

Firstly, the disclaimer: I am a lifelong DL who after decades of practice, is perfectly comfortable wetting anywhere and in any position including laying in bed. YMMV. After about 8 weeks into an opportunity for me to be diapered (or at least wet in bed) every night, I had just a couple of incidents where I vividly dreamed through peeing and woke up quite wet or just finishing. There seemed to be a couple of pre-conditions for this to happen. Firstly, I needed to have to urinate during the night – a problem I’d solved with a glass of water or two some time before bed. Secondly, I needed to be already wet. Not soaked, just a bit damp. Enough to tell my subconscious something like “you’re already wet, it won’t make any real difference, just pee…”. I’m not sure if I was asleep or just half asleep but I definitely was NOT floating in a warm swimming pool and peeing when I woke up.

I hope it was staged. Otherwise, it's the nearby floor coverings and chairs that I feel most sorry for.

Last night around 6:30pm I’d night-diapered myself: babykins pull-on cloth diapers with pull-on double layer terry pants to add to absorbency under encased plastic pants. As usual, I’d as far as possible, turned off any effort to control my bladder dribbled into my nappies periodically across the evening. I’d gone to bed (wet), wetting myself further when I stirred at various times during the night: fairly typical for one of my "nappy nights". The next morning, I changed out of my (now soaking) night nappies and pinned myself into an old-school kite folded terry under Gary plastic pants. I pulled on a onsie and wore jeans and a jumper over the lot as I had to go out shopping. Under loose fitting jeans I really don’t think anybody would notice or care. I’d wet a little whilst out but not that much – just damp in the front really. I’d driven home with my sphincter relaxed but due to my seating position, I didn’t wet and a little pee had built up. Parking the car, I walked inside. I was walking up the hall when I suddenly noticed I was urinating: a spreading warmth in the front of my nappy confirmed the diagnosis. The thing was, I did not choose to pee and as far as I know, I did not need to pee. I had just somehow automatically/reflexively wet myself and realised only after it had started. I am no where near incontinent (and for practical reasons, can’t really afford to be) but it was an interesting phenomenon. Apart from the usual 50s urgency and range issues, I have no problems in that department. It seems that after so many decades habituation to diapers (although nowhere near 24x7), my brain was so used to things that in a moment of distraction, my subconscious, aware of my preferences and that I was already suitably attired, just took care of things for me.

After an opportunity to spend a couple of months in night nappies a few years back this eventually happened to me a few times. It was towards the end of the stretch and I was wearing every night from when I got home until when I left for work and all day at weekends. I was in the habit of having a large glass of water or two before bed and retiring slightly wet already. More than once, I'd be having these amazingly vivid pee dreams. On just a handful of occasions (maybe 3), I'd be dreaming that I was urinating with spectacular realism and woke up with a start to discover I was in fact peeing my nappy or just finishing a pee. I suspect only a couple of months more and I might have had a problem on my hands as neither my lifestyle nor my partner would be conducive to involuntary bedwetting. Others have told me that not long after that stage, the pee dreams stop but the pee remains.

As a baby in the late 1960s in Australia, it was strictly a cloth-nappy-under-plastic-pants affair. That remains my preference today. I prefer the bulk and the sheer security as well as actually feeling a little warmly-wet down there. Also as a side-sleeper, anything less in bed automatically means wet sheets and a disrupted night’s sleep. Laundry logistics are a pain – especially if I’ve messed and drying can be a challenge during those monsoonal-moments we can have in our long, sub-tropical summers. I will wear disposables if nothing else is available. If I ever get the opportunity I crave for a bout of 24x7 wearing, I would definitely have to use disposables during work days for the simple practicality but evenings, nights and weekends would most likely remain cloth. I cannot comprehend how I could manage wet cloth nappies, pins and plastic pants in a corporate environment and I’d be constantly worrying about odour.

Certainly in youth, there was significant conflation of diaper-wearing and sex. It was a great turn-on (well more for me than her unfortunately) and much fun was had. As middle aged arrived and my sexual drive faded, the desire to wear nappies remained and if anything, has gotten stronger: with (or more usually without) sex. I’m sitting here now having changed out of my wet night nappy into a fresh, clean dry terry and I’m just doing my thing for work (with a quick glance at DD) – not at all interested in sex but perfectly comfortably diapered and spared the inconvenience of bathroom breaks for the day. When I at last change back into grown-up underwear at the end of the day to avoid displeasing my partner by me being padded for a second consecutive evening, I will feel only regret and the burden of laundry.

https://www.thesun.co.uk/travel/6444694/passenger-survives-uks-longest-flight-without-using-the-toilet-once/ Maybe the passenger was exercising a bladder-of-steel (bad idea) or was quite dehydrated (worse idea) but if that passenger WAS wearing I imagine he or she would be highly amused by these articles.

I'm pretty well acclimated to sleeping in a wet nappy and the nappy thing really is more than just sexual for me although I've noticed that the warm wet towelling can stimulate things a little during the night but I suspect it's physical sensation more than anything else. An orgasm of itself will not make me want to take off my nappies. The nappy is just a convenient way of managing the mess of it. Quite different on the rare occasions I'm able to sleep in a pooey nappy. I've found myself having vivid "nappy dreams" and sometimes I've even had wet dreams (I didn't think this happened to middle aged adults). The wet dreams were really nice - waking up during a particularly nice orgasm, realising that you're in nappies and there can't be any more mess so just giving into it and then promptly falling back asleep. If only I knew how to make those happen.

I honestly think that if vanilla people could put aside that deep psychological conditioning they’d find a securely fitted, poopy nappy pretty comfortable in a “mud between your toes” kind of way – especially in bed. It really is kind of sensual down there. Regrettably, I can only do this when my partner is away. She is ok with (occasional) wet night nappies in bed but a full nappy is offensive to her and let’s face it, the smell DOES work its way into the sheets if you sleep in it. Nappy rash is a consideration. Usually I’m pretty immune to it but on the odd occasion, a night nappy filled just upon retiring has caused minor issues the next day. I’m told that if you have a vagina, UTI is also a risk but that’s not a problem for me.

I suspect that as ABDL, it is hard for us to comprehend the magnitude of what we are asking of our non-ABDL partners, even if our request arises from emotional imperatives that are not necessarily of our choosing either. Was 24x7 something she happily signed up for or something you’ve kind of imposed on her? What does she say?

Now I'm wondering just what Willy Wonka was really about...

Even with Snopes dialing down the hysteria, it’s still a fairly wacky idea in my opinion. Australia is a pretty weird place right now in terms of off-the-wall social narratives being shoved down it’s citizens throats by fringe interests and minorities that seem to have all the air-time. Add that to the victim-culture and rampant nanny state thing going on and I’m really starting to wonder just why I’m still here. Must be the clean air, stunning beauty and great climate. It’s sure not the country's never ending conga line of "experts" pushing "advice". Yep, seen this. There's a bit of a thing going one where it's frowned upon to actually manage children but deeply fashionable to sit around pathologising the anti-social outcomes. Even better if you can get some kind of Government benefit for the "disability".

After many decades of being a habituated DL and on a handful of rare occasions after protracted night time wearing, I’ve managed to wet at night in my sleep but I’ve NEVER come close to dirtying my diaper whilst asleep. Just try messing your diaper just after you get into bed under the covers and fall asleep in it. I’ve done that on rare occasions where my spouse is away. If you’re like me, you’ll wake up at first not clearly remembering what you’ve done and slowly realise you’re in a full nappy, you’ll have to air out or wash the bedding anyway because the smell really does get into it, and you’ll have spent the night having some pretty weird dreams.

Short of cremation (brutal, but effective), I found having less or no hair down there helps a lot. Even that’s not perfect but maybe a 70% reduction. If you have the opportunity, a subsequently worn nappy that gets wet only seems to deal with it near perfectly.

Actually I do agree with you on that point. Using MY reasoning process it is impossible to PROVE a miracle so I will never conclude one. If I’ve understood your thinking correctly, in your view it should not be NECESSARY to prove a miracle as it will be self-evident. Having said that, I can’t prove the subconscious theory either: no evidence. We’re just going to need either divine intervention or kidnapping and psychoanalysis to work this one out to arrive at a converged conclusion :-)