DiaperPailPat

Thank you! I've seen the name "Kleinert's" in ABDL publications for about 40 years now (going all the way back to the old Florence "Amber E" stuff) but was never sure if this was a brand, a style, etc. After all these years, now I know...! As for saving the images from Ebay, just enlarge them as big as you can on your screen. Then press Alt-PrintScreen and that will put them on your clipboard. You can then paste them into any image software (Photoshop or even the Windows Paint application) and crop them and save them. I'm sure there are a lot of people who are into these old ads, especially some of the older folks like us (I'm 54). You tend to love what you started out with.

I broke up with my first "serious" girlfriend back in the 1970s because I knew she'd never accept my diapers. With her, the topic never even came up and I don't think she ever even knew of my desires. But the ways she spoke of the idea of one day having children ("I NEVER want children because I couldn't stand having to deal with their DISGUSTING DIAPERS!") said it all. Over the years I've noticed that women who have seemed open to the idea of ME in diapers are ones who have no problem taking care of real babies in diapers. And vice-versa. With that thought partly in mind, my next serious girlfriend ended up being one who often babysat her friends' kids who were in diapers. She often made jokes about changing their diapers and didn't mind this at all. So I slowly brought up the idea of ME doing it and at first she was fine with it. We had many fun times with me in my diapers and her changing them. But after a year or two, she slowly began to sour on the idea. She complained if she thought I wore them too much. At one point she said she had a bad dream about me and my diapers and didn't want me to do it anymore. This, and other unrelated problems, led to us breaking up after four years. I should point out that for the first two years of the relationship she would not have sex. She kept saying that she wanted to "save herself" for marriage. I think she let me wear my diapers as somewhat of a substitute. Once she finally changed her mind and started having sex with me, she began disapproving of my diapers. It was like "now that we do this, you don't need that anymore." So we broke up. For years I wondered if it was because of my diapers. I recently learned that a few years after the break-up she came out as a lesbian. So in retrospect, maybe my diapers didn't have much to do with it after all. By then I was in my mid-20s and decided that if I ever get married, it will have to be to a woman who accepts and understands (and even participates) in my love of diapers. And I finally found one. There are plenty of other issues that are problems, but at least she's OK with that. Bottom line: you are who you are, and you won't be happy being married to someone who doesn't accept all aspects of your personality.

Well, you can tell by my member name that YES, I LOVE to poop in my diapers. When I do I like to spend 3-4 hours in them, continuing to wet and poop them even more if I can. And as SmellyPooFingers said, it seems to raise my consciousness to a seemingly higher level of existence. Why? Well like most, I love the babyish feeling. I also love the "I'm intentionally breaking one of society's biggest taboos" aspect of it. And unlike some, I have always been turned on by "nasty" things. I have always loved smelling girls' dirty panties. And my love of diapers began as a kid with my love of smelling the wet diapers in the diaper pails of cousins and friends' little sisters. This, and my witnessing a few of the neighborhood kids having wetting accidents led to me trying it myself and over time it became a multi-sensual experience for me. Years later when I began pooping in them, that added another dimension to the fun. Pooping your diapers is a turn-on that involves all of your senses. I love the feeling of loading my diapers then sitting in them and feeling it squish all over my butt and out the leg holes of my plastic pants. I love the smell of my pee-soaked, poop-loaded diapers (it took some time for me to grow to love this, but now I absolutely do). I like the sounds of hearing the pee spray into the diapers, and of hearing the poop and farts come out when I'm filling them. I love how they look. I usually put down a big towel or a blanket in front of a mirror and that's where I get myself off in them. It's fun to see me in wet, yellow, drooping, often dripping wet diapers with poop squirting out the legs. And taste? Well, if you're into it you can enjoy that aspect of it too. It is my "secret garden" and I don't get to go there very often but when I do, it's wonderful. A total escape from the troubles of the world, complete relaxation, total ecstasy. I have to plan a day when I know I'll be alone from bedtime until about noon the next day. Well, sometimes I sleep in my diapers with my wife, who doesn't care and is actually turned on by me in wet diapers--but she doesn't yet get into the poop part so I go there all by myself. The journey to my "secret garden" usually goes like this. I spend the day before eating three big meals of certain foods that I've learned will cause me to have the kind of big poops that I like (maybe we can discuss this sometime in a separate topic) and along with each meal, I take a couple of Metamucil capsules (those cause me to have even bigger loads). At bedtime, I put on two or three thick, contour diapers and sometimes a soaker between them and pin them on. I then drink two or three big glasses of water and then go to bed. Sometimes I'll take a sleeping pill because--for some odd reason--when I do I'll wet my diapers in my sleep and often have dreams about being in my diapers as I do (something I don't usually experience during a normal diapered sleep). I wake up the next morning and my diapers are SOAKED and look like they do in my avatar picture. I wear them this way for a while, if my wife is home I wait until she goes to work. Then the REAL fun begins. I take off everything except my warm, soaking wet, now sweet - pee - ammonia smelling diapers and plastic panties. I then start drinking coffee which acts as a laxative. Before long, I'm loading my diapers with poop. It usually comes in two or three stages, meaning that I load them with poop, enjoy it; then 40 minutes later here comes round two, then sometimes round three. Then, I'M THERE. While doing this my favorite activity is to go through my collection of diaper porn, or log into DD and join the chat room, or post things here to the forum as I am now (unfortunately, not diapered today). If not limited by time, I will sit this way for hours. Poop is squirting out the leg holes of my plastic panties and out of the top in the back. If I'm not careful it can get all over everything so I'm careful to put towels underneath me and around the chair where I sit. After a while I start feeling the onset of diaper rash (usually 4-5 hours will do it) and know it's time to go and have some REAL fun and then clean up. So I then go to the blanket in front of the mirror and get myself off wallowing around in my now soaking wet, poop loaded, disgusting smelly diapers. Over the years it has become a challenge -- can I possibly make a bigger mess than I did the last time? I'm not sure that's now possible but it's fun to try. Often just for fun I put the camera on a tripod and take pictures of me this way. Maybe one day I'll post some of those here in a gallery. Then it's clean-up time and I do that in the shower in three stages (and I think I described this in another post here a while back) but Stage 1 is get out of and spray the excess poop off of the diapers then put them on a towel on the bathroom floor. Stage 2 is get all of the poop off of me. Stage 3 is get it out of the shower and down the drain. I then finish the rest of the shower, wash hair, etc. Then the diapers go in the washing machine and dryer. By then I'm often diaper-horny again and if I did pictures, I'll then look at them and relive the whole experience in my mind. So there you go.

I don't know her, either, but as one of "the family" here I say "we all love you and wish you a full recovery."

When I'm able to wear my diapers (which isn't nearly as often as I'd like due to having kids in the house) I love being in a t-shirt, cloth diapers, and babyish plastic panties. I love looking down and seeing that I'm in diapers. Especially after they're soaked and / or loaded. By not having shorts or pants over them, I'm also able to smell them as they become used and for me, that's even more of a turn-on.

Sure. If you still have it I'll buy it. I guess it will fit me (5'8", 210 but working on losing weight). Waist (currently) 42. Need lots of diaper room! If you think it will fit me, send me your PP address and I'll PP you 4.95.