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I think the biological imperative at play here is that the nurturing female will be looking for resources and protection to be provided by her mate.

I like this a lot but out of consideration for my partner, I can only do it on the rare occasions when she is away somewhere (she

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A good quality disposable at work under some reasonably snug fitting Gary PUL pants covered by dark trousers seems to do the trick.

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My partner’s originally enthusiastic wearing of nappies with me faded across the years to unenthusiastic participation and finally to a kind of tolerance where she doesn’t have much to do with it any more but accepts that once a week or so I will be sleeping next to her in a wet nappy.

I wear large terry nappies under plastic pants.

As a lifelong-habituated DL, I’ve had a few sleep-wettings occur but only when diapered and some part of my brain knew it was ‘ok’ to pee in bed.

I’ve done some midnight britches-filling tucked up in bed on a couple of occasions.

Woke up around 3am realising I needed a pee and semi-automatically relaxed, half-awake feeling it trickle over my crotch down between my legs. Then I suddenly woke up properly in a start - was I even wearing a nappy?

I personally think long habituation to wearing/wetting predisposes me to rapid regression in control.

Electronic media and diapers with a retro feel - generated using the 'gimp' image editor when I probably should have been doing some proper work.

I wrote an essay on this some time back and posted it under my writings on fetlife at https://fetlife.com/users/445082/posts/1210796

oznl on DD is also oznl on Fetlife, and Wetset and can't remember where else...

I have quite a few clear memories from times when I was still in nappies but mainly I can recall NOTHING of the nappies themselves.

I had a couple of wet nappies that magically happened by themselves overnight toward the end of a two month stint wearing (or just bedwetting) every night.

I'll often have vaguely erotic nappy/diaper dreams if I'm sleeping in a nappy. Once, a couple of years ago, after a period of nearly two months where I either deliberately bedwet or wore diapers every night, I had the "wet" dream. Here's the story: I think I wet myself whilst asleep! It was an especially hot night and I was wearing just cloth nappies, plastic pants and a white t-shirt – no pajamas. It was also quite late – near midnight. I was hot and dehydrated and so downed a couple of glasses of water in fairly rapid succession. I wasn’t worried about the consequences of the water as I was in one of my thickest terries. I went to bed slightly damp having only dribbled a couple of tablespoons of dark pee into my pants whilst brushing my teeth. I fell asleep quickly and deeply. The night was unremarkable until a strange dream episode around 4am (at least, it was 4am when I awoke). I dreamt that I was floating gently in an inflatable ring in a warm swimming pool. Somehow, I knew I was in a nappy (which in reality I was) even though I was in a pool. I was acutely aware of the thickness around my crotch. I also needed to pee. My partner was in the pool with me, similarly floating in another inflatable ring nearby. She wearing a disposable nappy under some sort of light dress even though she was in the water and I found this sexy. I drifted over to her and embraced her from behind. My right arm held her around her breasts through her dress, billowing slightly in the water. I gently pulled her towards me and my nappy-clad crotch began to grind gently and erotically against her ass. As my left hand drifted down her shoulder to massage her nappy under the water, I could feel the same water leaking in to my nappy through the leggings. I remembered I needed to pee - badly. I knew it was ok, I was in a nappy and was surrounded by water. Tightening my grip on her, I just relaxed. As I started to wet myself, I could feel the warm pee gently trickling, heating my crotch – it felt brilliant and the relief was gorgeous. I urinated gently and slowly into my pants whilst holding her for what seemed like ages and ages feeling the pressure from my bladder literally drain away. As we floated, I felt my nappy getting warmer and heavier around me. It was indescribably relaxing and as I wet, I got more and more turned on. I woke up. I was lying on my back with my legs spread slightly. After a confused few seconds, I realized my nappy was indeed wet. In fact it was soaked. I could feel a warm wetness around my hips and bum and the leggings of my plastic pants were wet. I was on the verge of leaking. I could even feel a distinct wetness, still trickling across my pubic bone. I was FAR wetter than the damp patch I had gone to sleep in. I also had a raging erection with that strange but pleasant “point of no return

Well, it's already tomorrow on my side of the planet and so far, it's still here. Just for kicks however, I wore a nappy to bed last night - didn't want to spend the last night of Earth dry!

As Rosalie has said, memory is a tricky thing but I’m still reasonably certain I have a few memories from diaper days. The ‘stand out’ examples are infant photographs of myself where there is clear, photographic evidence of my diapered state and yet where I have additional memories of the situation being photographed above and beyond what is visible that I’ve been able to verify with older relatives. This leaves me with a handful of memories relating to situations where I know for certain, I was wearing nappies and one memory where I know that nappy must have been at least wet. The thing is, I can’t remember ANYTHING about the nappies themselves – only where I was and what I was doing or thinking. My speculative explanation for that my nappies were not memorable to me – like air and gravity, I took it for granted that I wore my toilet and thus the absence of any experienced alternative made memory of this situation irrelevent.

Ah, the old shared-room trick that halves their accommodation costs and excuses the insult as ‘team building’. If it’s a large company, there will be a formal HR team and a quiet word to them that you have a medical condition that would make it preferable for you NOT to share a cabin should prove swiftly effective. You don’t need to tell them WHAT medical condition and I doubt they’d ask. HR loves that sort of stuff as it validates their existence and I think the worst you could expect is ribbing from unknowing peers about how it was that YOU got to have a cabin to yourself. If you’ve just joined, you’re going to know somebody from HR anyway. One of my reports even manages an exemption to this policy on religious grounds and it’s not like HR give me any details or options about it.