Frogboy

Tykables overnight has done as advertised (got me through the night). It’s more than a little swollen now though, so my wife will no doubt change me into something else ? ?

NRU announced on Twitter the other week that they aren’t importing north shores any more. All the ones on their website are out of stock with no chance of them being replenished.

Are you in the UK by any chance? (The lack of northshore and use of the word nappy would suggest you are). In which case, nappies r us supply tykables. The Camelots and overnights V.2 have incredible bulk and are “waddle cut” (wider in the crotch), add a booster (such as a tykables dubbler) and you’ll waddle a plenty. I stink mine up regular and never had any issues. ABU also have their new little kings/alpha gators and they’re meant to have supreme bulk. I have some little kings at home, but haven’t had chance to wear them yet, so cannot comment personally on them. hope that helps ?

My wife is very accepting… even encouraging of me and my ABDL ways. When I first told her, she embraced that it was something I was into and helped me pick out some nappies. At this point nappies we’re a very sexual thing… with me wearing them, wetting them, getting aroused and then us having sex. Gradually, it became a bit less sex orientated and I wore nappies because I found comfort in them as much as for sexual reasons. We then started having babies and whilst I still wore nappies, as often happens when family life takes over, our sex life took a back seat. So it was almost entirely for comfort I was wearing them. My wife’s involvement being little more than occasionally noticing that I was wearing a nappy if it peeked over my waist band. It was when our first was born that we discovered we both enjoy adult breastfeeding (I was taking the surplus our babies didn’t want/need and then had exclusive access to her milk once they had been weaned). It stayed like this for around 10 years. Me wearing when I could and my wife not really taking part in it, but definitely not judging me in any way. But over the last 18 months or so, she started commenting more and more about how cute I am in nappies. That we should get me some suitable clothing to wear over them (I now have baby print onesies, rompers and sleepers). We restarted the adult nursing, although we don’t have the time to dedicate to getting lactation going again… as such, we got me a baby bottle so she can give me a bottle of milk every night. And she surprised me even more by buying me a large blankie so she could swaddle me when I’m latched on (partly because it helps me drift off when suckling and partly because I have a habit of sticking my finger up her nose when she’s breast feeding me). No idea why after 12 years or so we should find ourselves in the situation where I’m treated like I’m little and she’s a caregiver, but I’m definitely not complaining! ? There’s definitely a balance to it. I don’t behave little all the time and she doesn’t baby me the whole time (well, except bedtime everyday ?). Neither of us pushed the other into anything either. It just sort of happened organically. Anyway… that’s us… ?

Bit late to this one… but as someone who has been breastfed as an adult, I’d say go for it. Breast milk is not as thick as cows milk and being warm, it’s a whole different experience. It’s sweeter than cows milk too. But ultimately it is made for humans, which cows milk isn’t, so arguably it’s better for you! one thing I will say is read up on how to latch on properly. It’s not like sucking on a straw. It might also give you jaw ache if you’re not used to it, so start little and often. But other than that, enjoy it! I know I did/do!

Out of nowhere, and after being convinced I’m only DL for many years, my wife has started babying me. we’ve been into ANR/ABF for years (started when our first was a baby and she had excess milk, then I got all her milk once our baby was weaned). But it wasn’t a babyish thing, just something we did for closeness. Now however, I exclusively wear baby print nappies, I have loads of tykables printed onesies/sleepers/rompers. I’m fed bottles of milk regularly (after being on the breast as she doesn’t produce milk anymore) and when I finish my bottle, she pops my dummy in. Add in regular nappy checks and smacked tushies if I get a bit bratty, I think it’s fair to say I’ve been transitioned from just a DL into a full on little… oh no what a shame whatever will I do ?

Well, I've been well and truly scuppered by this whole lockdown thing. Having pre-teen children, they have been off school since March. Given that you cannot sneak a bourbon out of the biscuit tin (read "cookie out of the cookie jar" if you're american) in a different room without their spidey senses tingling, there's no way I'm getting away with rustling around the house with a nappy under my clothes. Obviously I could switch to more discreet padding etc, but that is not me. As much as I proclaim to not have a little side, I'm not happy unless the nappy I'm wearing is big, thick and covered in babyish print... Waddling around the house with a slightly too short t-shirt on and a paci sticking out of my mouth just isn't going to happen. But lockdown is easing in the UK and the schools will be going back soon you might say... And you'd be correct. Except, we've had such a great time homeschooling the children and they've responded so well to it that we're homeschooling them for the next academic year. So that means the grubby little oiks I call my children will be present in this house, 24/7 until at least September 2021 (we don't want them to miss out on forming childhood friendships, so we're pretty firm on this being a 1 year deal). So I guess I should say farewell to all you lovely folks, at least for a little while... See you on the other side! (of lockdown/homeschooling etc) Frogboy xx Edit: Forgot to add the advice I thought of for snugglebear... Why not ask to start potty training? You could even get potties for different rooms in the house, because let's face it, the toilet is far too scary! Obviously being little, theres a good chance of accidents, so it would make sense for you to be at least be half naked, to make sure there aren't any delays when you need to go. And if your wife or daddy are there with you, they can cheer you on whilst you're on the potty!

I'm a waddler. Im currently wearing a tykables little rawrs with a doubler so don't have a choice...

Burt's Bees "Baby Bee" multipurpose ointment. Smells amazing, never ever get a rash with it and it's all natural. Kinda pricey though.

I'd say yes it has. Since being in nappies most nights and my wife putting me on her breast, I sleep better and we feel closer (Not that we were distant or anything to begin with). Waking up with a dummy in is just the icing on the cake.

I've just bought some Gary plastic pants from nappiesrus. They fit great and feel like decent qaulity that are up to the job. Haven't put them into proper use yet, but I'll report back when I have.

Well, I'm definitely not a little. As for playing, I don't really. I don't have toys, I don't play games. I typically just go about my day. But, my wife does has a habit of making sure I'm okay, cuddling me and stroking my head. She's also said we need to get me more dummies, so I can have some downstairs too, that way we can cuddle up watching films and stuff and I can snuggle up in my nappy and onesie and be soothed with a pacifier. I think I've gone straight past "I'm not a little" and smack bang into "I'm most definitely not a baby" ?

I am absolutely not a little. Not at all. Okay, so I wear nothing but AB print nappies, that hardly makes me a little does it! And so what if, now that I'm switching to reusable terry nappies, I ordered plastic pants with a cute teddy bear print. That doesn't make me a little either. And just because I love wearing my snap crotch onesie, it doesn't make me a little, I just like my nappy to stay put. As for wearing a footed sleeper over my onesie and nappy combo... did you ever stop to think maybe I'm just a bit cold, and not necessarily a little? You might say that being breastfed regularly makes me little, but maybe it's just because we like the closeness and I find it soothing... Surely that doesn't make me a little, does it? And I suppose you're going to make a big deal about the fact my wife swaps a pacifier into my mouth to "unlatch" me from her so I don't wake up when I've fallen asleep with her boob in my mouth, and that the pacifier stays in all night and this has been going on for so long now that I can't fall asleep without either a breast or a dummy in my mouth. I can see how liking the idea of milk from a baby bottle could be mistaken for something a little would want, but it's actually just for those rare occasions there's not chance of being breastfed at bedtime. Honest. As for the copious amounts lavender baby powder I have on my butt at bedtime... I like the smell is all... I AM NOT A LITTLE! Hmmm... Now that I read it back, perhaps there's a tiny bit of a little side (just a smidge) that occasionally expresses itself ?

I was driving down the road the other week and definitely saw someone wearing a nappy. She had what looked like tykables denim jeans on and the way her top was tucked in, it looked like she was wearing a snap crotch onesie (having several of my own, they look slightly different to a normal t-shirt that's tucked in). Additionally, there was a very noticeable diaper bulge going on. Were I not a member of the ABDL community myself, there's no way I would've spotted the signs. But I am, and I did. She was really cute too.

Tell her what? About liking nappies? It was about 10years ago. I found some ABDL stuff on the internet one night and it brought back some feelings I'd had from when I was younger about wanting to wear. I told her the next day and she said that we'd best get me some nappies then. Shes very accepting and we've always lived by the philosophy of no secrets, that way there's not nasty surprises. As for when I told her I like to mess, one morning I was peeing in my nappy and a load fell into the back of my nappy. It wasn't planned, but not an accident it you understand. I enjoyed it. Told the wife and she seemed fine with it. Then one night I was latched onto her boob in bed and needed to poop, so I went for it. She just smiled at me and stroked my head a bit and chuckled at me when I'd finished. She said I make some cute noises when I'm filling the back of my nappy. Or do you mean when did I tell her I was filling my nappy yesterday? It was as I was doing it. I was sat on the lid of the loo and felt the urge. Sitting on a solid flat surface it was going to be a struggle to go, so I shimmied down onto the floor into a kneeling position. Thats when she asked if I was leaking and I replied no, I was filling.

I was thinking about this thread today. As I said in my previous post, my wife is very okay with me wearing and using my nappies however I want. Today, she was in the bath and I was sat on the loo (lid down) talking to her. I was wearing just a t-shirt and a nappy. I moved off the seat and knelt on the floor, leaning on the rim of the bath tub. She posed the question, "leaking?" (I'll often move if my nappy leaks). I simply replied "no... filling" and she knew then that I was messing. We just carried on talking as I loaded the back of my nappy.

Biodegradable nappies is a thing. They're not perfect, yet, but with something like 80% of the nappy decomposing within 4years, instead of over 400years, it's a definite improvement. Give it a few more years and a bit more social pressure and it'll improve even more. So I don't think disposables will disappear forever. (Don't forget to use biodegradable nappy bags too, though) In the meantime, I'm switching to cloth. The electricity provider we use pumps 100% renewable energy into our house, so aside from a bit of water and some carbons that go into making the wash powder, it'll be much better for the environment than the mountain of disposables I get through, I'm thinking I'll get some from babykins so I'll still have cute prints to enjoy. It's an interesting topic though, all this single use plastic lark. I'm actually impressed at how much their use has dropped over the last year, solely because the public have turned round to industry and said "no-more". Who knew the consumer had so much power! I know a lot of people think that they can't make a difference, but clearly they can. It's good to see. I saw a quote the other day that really drove the point home... "But it's just one plastic straw" - Said 7 billion people

On a morning I throw on a t-shirt (normally the shortest one I can find) and wander downstairs in my nighttime nappy. I make a hot drink and roll a smoke (normal tobacco before anyone implies otherwise). I wander out into the garden (as I don't smoke inside the house) and light my cigarette. A little while back, without even thinking, I stashed my lighter in the waistband of my nappy which has now become normal practice for me. I'd never given it much thought until the other day when I was changing into a fresh nappy and my wife laughed when my lighter fell out as I was unfastening my nappy. She asked where it came from, so I explained and she said words to the effect of, "I can tell you watched rugrats as an impressionable child... Tommy stored stuff in his nappy too!". We both laughed at this comparison. I should add that where I position the lighter is to the side and only just inside the waistband (no absorbant material etc to contaminate it (okay, so it's still not the most hygienic place ever, but I don't really care) and it stays there for as long I'm wearing that nappy. Very handy given the absence of pockets when wearing only a nappy and t-shirt combo. Anybody else stash useful items in their nappies?

Nappy and t-shirt will be my outfit of choice today. Until I need to change out of the nappy. Then it'll be grown up clothes as I have things to do today. Harumph.

I snuggle into my wife and latch onto her breast. She doesn't produce any milk anymore, but suckling on her never fails to send me to sleep. So much so, she can swap which boob I'm on without me even knowing. Apparently I get a bit grumpy when it's time to come off the boob, so she wants to get me a pacifier to pop in my mouth when she's had enough, that way I won't get all stroppy.

I was camping a couple of weeks back. The pitches were fairly close to each other and the site was busy. When I'm sleeping in a tent, I have to wear a nappy to save having to get out of my sleeping bag 2-3 times a night (I think the cooler temps make me need to pee more). Every morning I woke with a very full Super Boompa. I put my PJ bottoms on and a t-shirt and wandered up to the shower block having a smoke on the way. There was some definite waddle induced by the bulky wet nappy and anyone taking a good look would probably notice the nappy bulge, but I highly doubt anyone noticed either. They were going about their lives, too worried about their day to day stuff to be worrying about the state of my underwear. Can't say I gave being noticed so much as a second thought. That said, the site was quite windy and one morning, my nappy was so bulky, my PJ bottoms were struggling to cover it. I bent over to zip the tent shut and my t-shirt blew up over my head. Anyone glancing over would probably have seen the dark blue nappy waistline of my boompa. It was very early in the morning though so doubt anyone was about to have glanced over at that specific moment. Not that I care if they had.

Good advice. I can't say it's ever something I lose sleep over. The irony being that since leaving home at 18 (I moved out on my own as a soon as I could) I've always forged my own little path in the world. I have two university degrees, wife, children, a decent job and I go on several holidays a year. Barely a penny in debt (everything added together is less than a couple of hundred pounds) and I've always gotten myself out of any situations I find myself in. Conversely, my sister stayed with my parents until she was in her late 20s, has moved back twice since then, regularly needs bailing out financially, has 1000s of pounds of debt across credit cards, loans, overdrafts, car finance etc. Christ, when she moved out the first time, she'd go back on weekends with a bag full of dirty laundry and leave with a load of groceries my mum bought her. She would often run back to my mum for help with some trouble or another that she'd got herself in... And yet she remained the favourite? I always say to my wife that my mum backed the wrong horse, hence never feeling bad about barely going to see her. Maybe if I had been treated as the favourite, or perhaps even just as an equal, I wouldn't be ABDL... but then maybe I wouldn't be the proud self sufficient person I am now either. Who knows...

I'll confess, I've done this. Overnight nappy, nearing it's capacity and with a big load in the back, stood on the scales. Removed said nappy and back on the scales. I can't remember the exact weight, but it was definitely over 4lbs! ?

Interesting... I'd never really wondered what could've started me down the ABDL road, but something about this rings true. Growing up my sister and I were raised primarily by my mother, my dad worked 12+hours a day, sometimes 7 days a week to keep a roof over our heads. My sister was clearly my mum's favourite child, getting most of her attention, being bought stuff she wanted all the time whilst I was either yelled at or ignored for the most part. I'd say that would've caused some bonding and trust issues. As an aside, I can remember being yelled at a lot for doing anything that could be considered "girly". It would seem my parents had a pathological fear of me being gay (I've found this out from conversations with distant relatives). The whole situation was made worse by the fact I love strawberry/raspberry flavoured things, which are mostly pink... So there I am seeking out my favourite strawberry flavoured items and all my parents chose to see was me having some sort of obsession with pink girly things, so therefore I must've been a horrible little gayboy deserving of a sound telling off. Got to love the 90s and all its intolerance. Never mind eh. Its not like that sort of shit leaves lasting scars of a person's psyche...

I was the same when I was little. I remember being 4 or 5 and running around with dummies in my mouth. I also loved the pacifier i had a couple of years back. I lost it though and never replaced it.