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When are we going to see a new chapter, NewGuy? You have a great storyline going and I am anxiously waiting for what may happen next for Sam and Jess. The latest dynamic of 24/7 diapers and Sam's continued dependence and submission makes it even more interesting.

I find being an ABDL is both a blessing and curse. I love certain emotional and intense feelings that get generated from my desire to wear diapers and be little, but feel odd and out of place from the vanilla world I must exist in as a member of society. Finding the proper balance and having friends that understand and are like-minded has been key to my coexistence.

I just ordered a case of the Teddys and find that they perform to the same level as the Bellissimos. Both of these styles are my favorites as a loyal bambino customer.

Great new chapter and I enjoyed the dynamic about Sam's last time touching himself. Jess is establishing her dominance and expectations and Sam is following her lead. I look forward to Sam's next day in diapers and what will unfold as he continues to regress into his inner little personality. Keep them coming NewGuy!

Outstanding turn of events and I look forward to it's continuation.

I am now in diapers almost everyday and stay in them outside of going to work. My extended diaper time means I am pooping in them regularly and have gotten pretty good about cleanup. I use thick baby wipes first to clean my diaper area thoroughly, Pampers brand, and then finish with a shower scrubbing my bottom and little boy parts to remove any residual messiness. I try not to squish my poopy pants after messing my diapers to minimize the mess and not spread it out too much and usually change within the 15 minutes to avoid diaper rash. It is becoming routine.

Bambinos and properly sized plastic pants should do the trick.

My latest Bambino order of both the Teddy and Bellissimo styles has been a very positive experience. Both diapers are performing great in the areas of fit, absorbency and feel, and thus far absolutely no leaks. The crinkle sound is there and I feel very babyish when wearing my Bambino diapers. My only gripe is that I want to order more large Bellissimos before I run out, but they are currently out of stock :-(

Part of the fun and excitement for me is anticipating where this story goes without revealing where I hope it goes....Bring on the next chapter of Sam and Jess!

Every morning I get onto Daily Diapers eagerly awaiting the next chapter to Sam and Jess and read where this amazing story goes next. I love the last few updates in particular and how Sam is completely regressing in his diapers under Jess' care and supervision.

Outstanding chapter. The dialogue and back and forth about Sam's complete use of his diapers is a great build up.

I love Sam's slow and steady regression into toddlerhood and diaper dependency.

Sopkane Girl, good questions and let me shed some light on my past and childhood reasons for being kept in diapers so late. I was potty trained late due to both emotional and physical reasons. My Mom's first attempt to potty train me was just before the birth of my baby brother when I was three years old. I vaguely remember this experience and I was out of diapers for a brief period of time in hopes of only having one child in diapers at a time. We moved across country shortly after the arrival of my brother and the emotional trauma and changes in my life due to a new sibling and move caused me a lot a stress and I started to have accidents. The accidents became frequent and my Mom decided I to return me to diapers feeling it was easier than constant cleanups. In addition, I had issues with control and was diagnosed years later with irrital bowel syndrome, IBS. This caused me to struggle with my control and led to accidents until I learned to recognize my body signals better and get ahead of my need to go potty. Today, my IBS is controlled mostly by diet, but back then, we didn't know and my Mom thought I was lazy and just not able to control going potty. This contributed to her decision to keep me in diapers the second time as long as she did. I think once she got used to having two kids in diapers, she just continued with it until I got old enough for elementary school. I remember the summer before kindergarten, I was finally potty trained and put into training pants for extended periods of time before moving to big boy undies in time for school. I started to miss my diapers and the attention they afforded me soon thereafter. I continued having accidents, albeit less frequently, and my Mom would return me to diapers for both precautionary and punitive reasons on occasions. She didn't keep me in them long, but made me wear them to remind me that diapers are for those that can't control going potty. I went back into diapers about a dozen or so times for having accidents and had mixed emotions about it. I loved the sense of security and comfort they gave me, as well as the extra attention, but did not like feeling embarrassed about it. I hope this explains things and let me know if you have any other questions.

I was still in diapers full-time during preschool, which I attended until I was finally potty trained at age 6. My Mom intentionally started me a year late to kindergarten due in part to my delayed toiletting. I remember being treated like both a big kid at times and a toddler while in preschool because I wore diapers. I played with the older kids and was included in learing activities with them, but I was taken to the baby room when it came time to attend to my diapers. This definitely caused a carry over among the other kids and they teased me on a few ocassions because I was still wearing and using my diapers. The teachers were more nice about it, but sometimes weren't very discrete about checking my diapers in front of the other kids. I did feel very different being a diapered older child and I am sure that the preschool teachers felt that way too.

Keep them coming - great story

Since I was kept in fulltme diapers until I was finally potty trained at age 6, I have lots of memories of having my diapers changed as a child. My first memories are when I was about 3 around the time of the arrival of my baby brother and my Mom attempted to potty train me to no avail. I remember getting my diapers changed in many different settings and situations. I recall my mom liked to change me in the back of our VW square back when out running errands. As I got older I got more self conscious about going through diaper changes, particularly messy ones when I was 5 and 6 years old.

I was finally potty trained rather late at age 6 and have very distinct memories of being in diapers during my childhood, both good and bad memories. My situation was a combination of major events that disrupted my ability to potty train and a physical aliment of IBS that went undiagnosed for sometime. When I was 3 years old my Mom potty trained me, so she thought, with the arrival of my baby brother, not wanting two kids in diapers. Soon thereafter we moved across country and these events were both very unsettling for me. I started to have frequent accidents and my Mom threaten to return me to diapers, which she made good on her promise. She decided to put me back in them full-time until I showed a willingess and ability to use the potty again and stop having accidents. I quickly regressed to using my diapers again and found being in them a source of comfort and security. I also had very little control over my bowels so it was a relieve not to worry about disappointing my Mom with another accident once back in diapers again. That being said, I was also very self conscious and embarrassed being in diapers as an older child. All the other kids my age were potty trained. I delt with it the best I could. I loved the extra attention that diapers brought me and grew attached to them. My Mom finally potty trained me the summer before I started kindergarten, so at least I didn't go to school in diapers, they probably wouldn't let me go in diapers anyway. I remember missing my diapers once out of them and having strong feelings about wanting to be in diapers again. I was jealous of seeing other toddlers still getting the attention being in diapers and wanted the same thing. This I attribute to my ABDL needs and feelings today. I just thought I would share my story and give another perspective. In retrospect, I probably could have been potty trained earlier, but my Mom decided on this course for her own reasons. A combination of factors contributed to my situation. I have no bad feelings about it. Sure, being an older child in diapers was not always easy and sometimes very humbling, but it also had it's advantages.

I was potty trained at a very late age and there were pros and cons being in diapers as an older child. My mom tried to potty train me the first time when I was three right before my brother was born, but a new sibling and moving across country caused me too much stress and I had lts of accidents. My mom returned me to diapers full-time and kept me in them until the summer before I started kindergarten. It worked for her and I grew attached to being in diapers and the extra attention that came with it.

I have had my poopy diapers changed numerous times by my mommy and it is simply amazing. The intimancy that comes from it is incredible. Each time, I felt so embarrassed, yet completely submissive to what was happening.

I am in a very swollen Bambino Bellisimo. Simply the best feeling from the best diaper I have found to date. The newly designed Bambino Bellisimos are the bomb!

Welcome to our community and I hope that you continue to interact with us. It makes me happy to have a nonABDL be so accepting of my lifestyle and wanting to learn more. I feel like a 600 page book on the subject still in the first chapter of u derstanding and self acceptance. I have lots of feelings on this subject and continue to struggle with my identify, although I am finally at peace with it. It is refreshing to know you are here among us. I would be happy to discuss my past, present and future ABDL experiences anytime.

I believe my ABDL side was the result of a mix between developmental and incidental, where the attention and nurturing I felt I was denied in childhood was equated to wearing diapers and the care that goes with it. In addition, being put in diapers and made to wear and use them as an older child caused psychological trauma that imprinted the desire for being put in diapers into adulthood. I agree that the quest for answers and explanations provides little relief and healing to the needs I now have as an ABDL. However, the understanding does help with the acceptance of being an ABDL and I know this is a part of me that I will never let go. I agree that the key is finding balance between fulfilling these needs and other factors in our lives. I find myself being drawn to this community for support and acceptance and that talking about my feelings, desires and past experiences as a child help with my journey and finding the right balance. I hope others get the same level of satisfaction sharing their thoughts on this subject.

I hate to see this thread die and hope we can resurrect the topic on the psychology of why we are ABDLs and share more of our experiences. I am constantly going back in my mind to my childhhod days when I was still in diapers and love to explore what caused my attraction to this lifestyle. I find sharing my experiences to be very therapeutic and rewarding. As an older child still wearing diapers, I remember feeling very different from the other kids, and this difference was magnified when I started to develop strong feelings for my diapers. I felt like I was carrying a burden inside me until I discovered that there were others like me when I found DPF. When I was a kid, I thought I was the only one still required to wear diapers at my age and I didn't have other friends that were conspicous bedwetters or had accidents like me that wore diapers (to my knowledge). I am sure there may have been a few bedwetters, but I never detected they wore diapers for it unlike in my home where my diapers were pretty obvious. My mom often left them out for convenience and didn't try to hide the fact that she diapered me. I remember trying to hide them on a few occasions only to find them out in the open again. I now wonder if other bedwetters and diaper wearers were just more successful at hiding their diapers.

This is a great quote and I have experience being on both sides of it! When I was still in diapers, I remember having very mixed emotions about having to wear them, but deep down becoming very attached to them. My diapers provided me with comfort, security and brought me lots of attention from my mom and other caretakers that dealt with my diapers. This attention was not always positive, but the good outweighed the bad. As I grew older and was continually put in diapers for having accidents, I started to become more self conscious about wearing diapers and didn't want the attention anymore. I felt very babyish going through diaper changes and remember looking at myself in the mirror while in my diapers and seeing myself as a big toddler. Once finally out of diapers for good, I soon missed them and my feelings grew stronger over time. My attachment to diapers was too strong and permanent and I found myself looking at other diapered toddlers and wanting to trade places with them. I would intentionally wonder the diaper aisle of the grocery store in hopes of seeing a mommy purchasing diapers for her toddler and wish it was me. I wanted to go back to be that little kid in diapers again and stay 3 years old forever.

Looking back, I remember feeling that my mom's decision to diaper me for accidents was the best option for me me and her at the time. She treated diapers as a necessary and precautionary means of dealing with my IBS and accompanying accidents - i.e. being in diapers took the pressure off of me and made it much easier on her to handle clean up. At least that is what she said, and as a kid I went along with it. I remember resisting having to go in them as I got older and she would tell me it was for my own good and that while diapered I would be reminded of what happens if I can't use the potty like a big kid. This made me feel babyish. For some reason, my extended time in diapers as a 3rd grader really sticks in my mind and made a huge impact on me and my feelings towards diapers. I started to see diapers as a form of humiliation and control over me. I remember coming home from playing with an accident that I couldn't help because it came on too fast and I didn't make it home in time. My mom cleaned me up, but was very frustrated and disappointed. She made me sit in a tub of luke warm water while she prepared for what was to follow. After my bath, she lead me to my room where a stack of diapers and plastic pants were now visible on my dresser. She told me I would be wearing diapers again and proceeded to diaper me. I remember not wanting to wear them but feeling like it was my only option. I stayed in diapers for 4-5 days and during that time I remember not wanting to leave the house for fear that others would see me. I was very self conscious about my diapered status. I wanted to be 2 or 3 years old again, so that being in diapers would be normal for my age. Being in and out of diapers was the norm for me and I grew attached to them over time. I tried not to bring attention to my diapers outside the home, but was very aware of when others knew or made comments to my mom about why someone my age was still wearing them. I made every attempt not to use my diapers in public and was generally successful with a few exceptions. At home I used them more frequently and got into the routine of having my diapers changed. I think my mom was doing what she thought was best at the time. She didn't try to overtly embarrass me or wasn't mean beyond the frustration of dealing with a kid with IBS that had frequent accidents. Diapers were her way of addressing my condition until I learned how to read my body signals better and avoid accidents. Over time, I also learned to avoid foods that exasserbated my condition.