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Posts posted by gobphus
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I agree with everything you wrote. Do you also like to feel a squishy diaper?
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Embarrassing at any age!
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On 3/14/2025 at 4:33 PM, Little_Ariël said:
Welcome to DD, Little_Ariël. What a lovely photo! Have you always worn diapers? I myself didn't wear diapers past infancy, even though I was a very late bedwetter. Beginning at age 23 I was reliably dry for many years, and then discovered my inner diaper lover in 2009. So, please tell me -- us -- about your discovery of the pleasures that diapers provide.
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Thanks for a great read and an amazing story! At 45+ you are too young to have been the inspiration for Philip Roth’s 1969 character Alexander Portnoy, whose ejaculate also took flight.
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Thanks, Abi, for this touching remembrance of Tommybubbles and the characters he created. How sad that he ended his life, whether accidentally or deliberately. I think you will miss him most of all. It's good that his legacy is the hlep that he provided you and others in getting through difficult times.
My favorite of his characters was Ladybird, one of his most recent ones. Here’s some of what he said as her:
“I[’m] rach, i have a 13 year old daughter, single, bored, own a bakery, wear pull ups to wind down and like short pink dresses.”
On the bakery: “I bought it with my mother and brother…A few months ago, transformed it but then got a silent partner to buy my brother who had over stretched himself and my mother who was controlling everyone and my staff walked because of it.”
“I actually miss being a bedwetter.”
I've been naughty today…I was serving a very gorgeous guy and I found myself grinding my wet pullup slightly against the counter…As he left I lost control, luckily the shop was empty lol…Not the first time I've done it too…Did a double Cumming.”
I wonder whether anyone else heard these particular tales from “Ladybird”.
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Welcome to Daily Diapers! I’ve read your fascinating and well-written origin story on Reddit and recommend it to others here.
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10 hours ago, Jilly Poo said:
I don't know why. I was hoping that since he and I had both been bedwetters into our teens, that he would understand or relate to wanting to wear them, but I was wrong. I guess since my family had used diapers to try and control my bedwetting (through humiliation) and his parents took a more scientific route, it never became something he bothered to try.
I also suspect that he believed it was a passing fancy, something I was "Trying" but in reality, I have had a love of diapers most of my life. Its not going away.
When he initially played along, he thought it was a more sexual thing that he would get to exploit for his own pleasures, but when I told him I wanted to wear more 24/7, he grew concerned on several different levels. Once he started making fun of me for wearing them, I knew I was better off keeping him out of my diaper time and went back to wearing them alone and in secret. I still keep a stash of diapers where he can find them but I also don't leave any used diapers in a specific trash can (AKA diaper pail) any more either. I wrap them up tightly in small plastic bags and hide them amongst the regular trash any time I wear.
Luckily for me, he stays on our boat a few nights a week to shorten his commute to the office on days he has in person meetings. I was hard to wear diapers during Covid here in the U.S. because he was here ALL the time and so was our youngest child. I never had a moment to myself.
One more reason to be glad the pandemic has abated.
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7 hours ago, Jilly Poo said:
Wish i could have selected more than 1 answer.
My first discussion with my husband went really, really well. He had no idea I had not only been wearing diapers off and on for years, but he also didn't know I was wearing one at the time I confessed to him either. He was really intrigued and had a lot of questions for me about them. (They were only Depends at the time) He even wanted to partake in my diaper play. At first it was me showing them to him, then he dared me to wet one while he watched the wetness indicator change colors. Eventually he even changed my diaper and once he asked to wear one. I thought I had finally broken the barrier between me living out my fantasy as an Adult Baby and staying closeted for life.
After a few months of off and on again diaper wearing and him changing me, he started to change how he felt about my diapers. At first, he would only put one on me if it meant we were going to have sex (kind of defeats the purpose if I don't even get to keep it on very long) and then he started to mock me for wearing them. Said he was concerned that I might do harm to myself, become dependent on them if I wore them too long or too often. Then he told me they were a waste of money.
After that, I stopped talking to him about my diapers. I stopped wearing them in front of him too. I never bring up the subject and always make sure when I order a new pack, he won't be home when they arrive. I still keep them in the same place so if he ever changes his mind and wants to play along, he'll know where to find them, I just don't bother to ask any more.
How sad! I wonder why he became so negative about your wearing diapers.
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@~Brian~ Brian, I had forgotten that I had to click on my avatar in the upper left pane of the Chat window in order to find the "Manae bge block list" menu item. Thanks very much for reminding me of this very non-intuitive fact. I've now unblocked the people that I had accidentally blocked somehow.
There should be a confirmation that blocking is intended before the block is put into effect!
Here's your reward: to block *any* user, online or not, enter their username in the Chat window's "Search for a friend" text box in that same upper left pane. Then click on their username in the Users Online column, bringing up their chat history with you. Finally, click on the three dots in the upper right corner of their chat history and click "Block User".
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It's easy to block a chat user, even accidentally, but seemingly impossible to unblock the user. Once a chat user is blocked, it's impossible to find the user by using the chat search feature. Fortunately, a blocked chat user is still reachable in the mail tool. I've been told there's a "Manage Block List" in Settings, but I haven't been able to find it. How can I unblock a user, especially one with whom I've had an extended conversation and never blocked intentionally? Really, there should be an easy way to unblock, and even more important, a confirmation pop-up to make sure that the user intended to block the person.
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Welcome to this community of diaper lovers. Did needing protection during performances lead to your becoming a DL or were you a late bedwetter growing up like me?
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Thanks for posting this plea for non-AB but fun diapers! I resisted buying ABDL diapers until I found the ABU Space diapers, which I wore for years. Others I liked were Tykables Overnights, DC Idyls, and even Dotty Prides, with their bright colors. But as you noted, ABDL diapers are expensive, so I’ve settled on NorthShore diapers: blue Supremes, black GoSupremes, and black and tie-dye MEGAMAXes. Supremes in particular are great wickers: I can fill one edge to edge without its leaking. MEGAMAXes never soak up enough urine to get full before leaking at the legs.
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16 hours ago, QueerGirl said:
I can only wear at work right now (backwards I know but I do homecare and my patient sleeps all night). The first night I really had a hard time releasing my bladder, still an issue at times, but I also find myself holding it in for a long time until I can get to work and get the diaper on. I don't want to pee in the toilet if I can help it. Wish I could wear 24/7.
Although I sometimes wet in my sleep due to an enlarged prostate, such accidents occur infrequently enough that I don’t really need to wear diapers at night when at home. Plus, as a very late bedwetter growing up, I’m kind of fascinated by the idea that I might have a true accident. So, I usually sleep undiapered.
When I wake up to pee early in the night, I typically use the toilet. If I wake up after about 5 AM, I usually want to enjoy wetting a diaper. I’m sure you know the craving, QueerGirl! So, I get up, select a diaper from my stash, put it on, and immediately wet it. Sometimes I can get back to sleep. When I finally get up in the morning, I wear and wet my diaper for as long as I can.
I’m glad that you have a job that enables you to satisfy your craving to wear and wet diapers. Good luck in your quest to wear 24/7.
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15 hours ago, QueerGirl said:
I am still anxiously awaiting my first package of rearz, but I was desperate to try a real diaper after several nights in a pull up, so I have on a walgreens certainty. Second night.
How do you keep your diaper hidden while in bed with your wife?
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7 hours ago, QueerGirl said:
I actually literally sat on the toilet a few times. It helped alot.
Yes, that’s a great technique for getting started. Something that triggers my wetting is drinking some liquid. You might try that while sitting on the toilet in your diaper, then progressing to standing at your bathroom sink. You might also drink as much water as you can hold and then wait for extreme urgency to develop. Maybe you’ll even lose control and helplessly wet your diaper. Some women find that a full bladder in itself is arousing. Fun times ahead!
On 6/4/2018 at 11:25 PM, QueerGirl said:I have been wearing them out of the house at every opportunity since I bought them. Found some real diapers tonight though. GOnna try those too.
I bought my first adult protective underwear on the way to work in 2009. I was very cautious about where I parked and put the package of RiteAid pull-ups into the trunk of my car. But I never wore them to work, since I was afraid others would notice the odor of urine or see a telltale bulkiness on my butt.
You might fit into GoodNites L/XL. I weigh 50 pounds more than their suggested upper limit and I can get them on without tipping them. They don’t hold a lot of pee but they’re more discreet than my favorite pull-up, the NorthShore GoSupreme.
If you want to order adult diapers online, try NorthShoreCare.com. For ABDL products, ABUniverse, Rearz, Tykables, DC, Bambino, and Dotty Diapers are my favorites. I love Tykables Overnights and want to try their Galactic style.
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Welcome to DD, QueerGirl! Please tell us more about how your desire to wear diapers developed. Were you a late bedwetter like me or have daytime accidents as a child? Are you more AB or DL (adult baby or diaper lover)?
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It’s a little past 3 AM here. I just now woke up dry and needed to pee. A bit groggy, I almost decided to wet but then realized I was undiapered, so I got up and put on a NorthShore Supreme. I stood at my bathroom sink and drank a cup of water, which made it easy to relax and flood my diaper. The diaper absorbed it all too quickly.
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I’m luxuriating in a wonderful Tykables Overnights, which I plan to wear until tomorrow morning. I like everything about this diaper, from its colorful print to its convenient tapes to its all-night capacity to the way it feels so soft and squishy when wet.
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On 5/24/2018 at 9:51 PM, rosalie.bent said:
How many of you would genuinely like to fully end your bedwetting? This is a genuine question.
No. My favorite experience is to wake up wetting, relaxed, and confused about what’s happening. But I haven’t wet very often recently.
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I’m wearing a wet NorthShore GoSupreme pull-up that I put on late yesterday afternoon before going to a movie. At the theatre two women two rows in front of me took turns getting up to use the restroom, while I sat smugly in my seat, knowing I wouldn’t have to miss any of the movie due to a full bladder. After the show I did use the restroom because I was going to a restaurant for supper and didn’t want to risk unpleasant odors wafting out of my diaper. After dinner I went home, still dry. That condition didn’t last long, but by bedtime the thirsty GoSupreme (38 ounce capacity) was still dry enough that I could wear it to bed. During the night I woke up and wet it a couple of times, and since I woke up this morning I haven’t resisted any urges to wet. Probably I’ll enjoy my GoSupreme during breakfast and then take it off — about 16 hours after first putting it on.
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Dotty Diapers’ Pride, now damp.
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After being dry for 13 weeks and 5 nights, I finally woke up wetting again last night! I was in the middle of a dream when I felt myself begin to pee. Somehow I knew I wasn’t supposed to wet, so I clenched immediately to stop the flow and began to tell myself that I was awake and my dry streak was intact. As I regained consciousness, I realized that I once again had begun to wet in my sleep. I remembered that I had been dreaming but not the dream itself. I remembered wetting very clearly but I did not recall deciding to wet. Wetting just happened. I felt very relaxed while wetting, until I suddenly clenched to stop the flow. When I looked at my clock, I saw that it was 2:00 AM, so of course I must have wet in my sleep. This is the first time in May and the 6th time in 2018 that I’ve woken up wet or wetting.
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My urge to wear diapers is strongest when I need to pee. Many times at night I'll need to pee before going to bed and I'll decide to put my overnight diaper on quickly and wet it. Sometimes I begin to wet before I've finished taping my diaper into place and have to hold my hand under the diaper to prevent its leaking. Also, when doing cardio exercise, I wear a GoodNites for girls (I prefer the owl to the superheroes) under my exercise shorts, in case I need to pee while in the middle of a timed workout. Usually I don't wet it while working out but do wet it just after stopping or just after getting home.
Massive Wetting in Bed, and More
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This is the story of my best intentional bedwetting experiences...
What’s that noise? Oh, the alarm. It’s 6:30 AM. Alarm keeps ringing. After several attempts, I manage to quiet the infernal racket. An advantage of retirement is being able to lie around and play. Noticing my bladder is fairly full, I get a drink of water in the bathroom. Top off the tank, ya know?
I go into my home office and check for activity online. Not much happening. Pressure is building in my bladder. I shift from foot to foot, my own little pee-pee dance in front of the computer. Too bad that artificial intelligence has not advanced far enough to provide me an electronic pee playmate. Oh, well.
I find a plastic dry cleaning bag and return to the bedroom, where I place the bag over my spot in our queen-sized bed. Having a minimal cleanup is nice. I don’t lie down yet. Got to build up a giant piss for my PJs to soak up and make me feel warm and wet from knees to shoulders.
I’m alone in the house. Pressure is building. Wow, there’s a lot of pee asking to be released from bladder bondage. Hold on, hold on, as the old labor and civil rights song goes. The waves of wanting to wet are getting intense. I’m really looking forward to this. I love how great it feels to pee in bed after holding for so long. The release of pressure. The spreading warmth and wetness. The smell of fresh urine.
I can’t stand it any longer. The pressure to pee, the desire to pee are too strong. I lie face down on the bed. I make sure that the bag protects the sheet from my knees to my shoulders. Good, should make cleanup easy. I aim my dick up toward my chest, hoping to feel the warmth move way, way up my body. God, I’ve got to pee!
Here it comes! The wet liquid is hot against my body. I feel it spreading and spreading. Up my tummy. Down between my balls and my legs. Warm and wet and nice! Eventually the flow stops. I lie in the wet and the warmth and recall some recent delightful chats. Mmm, so arousing, but I’ve got to wait. That drink of water is still making its way through my system on its way to my now-empty bladder. I think some more about my online pals. I’ve enjoyed our little chats and I think they have also.
Walking around makes me more desperate, so I get up and go back into my office. My PJs are nicely soaked but not dripping. I take some photos of the wet pajamas. The flash really brings out the glistening wetness around my crotch! “Shine on, shine on Harvest Piss, down in my pants. I ain’t had no peein’ since…” Since when? Since two minutes ago! I’m dancing again. Got to hold on, give my pee a chance to build up to full pressure. Got to get to “Run, Johnny, she’s gonna blow!” I check out the profiles of a few logged-on peeple. I check out a chatroom. Not much going on.
Wow, that was sudden! The urge to pee has become intense again. I hurry back to bed and lie down quickly. This time I don’t have time to aim my dick down. The pee storms out. I feel it coursing past my balls and down my legs. The flow lasts longer than I expected. More piss than the first time. When I move slightly, I hear a squishing sound, so I know there must be a puddle forming between my legs. Got to be careful not to make a channel onto the sheet. The bag so far has kept the sheet dry and my PJs have soaked up a lot.
I raise up slightly. The smell of urine is powerful. I like it. I lie back down, warming up my chest again. My dick is soft. I thrust into the bed. Not much happening, so I get a gob of lubricant on my hand and reach into my PJ bottoms. God, how wet they are! I play with myself a bit and think about my online pee pals. Such fond memories. I get more aroused, thrust into my lubricated palm. That feels good—so slick and warm and wet!
But wait: I want to pee some more. I want to share my experience with someone. Inspired by a spectacular post on holding at the office by a female pee pal, I decide to write about this experience. I get up, get another drink, go back to my office. I begin writing, standing at the computer in my pee-soaked PJs. The second drink is slowly homing in on my bladder. The urges get stronger. I continue to type. I mention in chat that I have a new project but my comment is lost in a discussion about who knows how many languages. Back to typing. Another urge. More typing. Another urge. The pressure is unbearable. Fearing a massive flood, I get another bag for the area of the bed under my knees.
I hurry back to the bedroom, put the second bag below and under the first, and lie down quickly, with my dick pointed toward my chest like the first time. The urge has subsided a bit, but it returns more forcefully than ever. I begin to moan. I pant. At last a huge gusher floods my PJs with hot urine. It feels really good! I begin to press my hardening dick into the bed. I hear a lovely wet “squish” with each thrust.
The phone rings. No Caller ID on the old phone by the bed. I answer the call. An insurance salesman! If he were right there in the room, he’d need some life insurance. I tell him to take me off his call list and hang up. Rats! Is the wet spell broken? I lie back down on the bed to find out.
I lubricate my left palm, thrust it into my PJ bottoms, and begin to massage my penis. I thrust my penis against my flattened palm. I make a tunnel with my hand and thrust into that. I begin to think about someone. Her quick enthusiasm. Her need for talk. Her need to come. So hot! She wants my pee. She wants my cum. She is soaking wet with excitement. I want her, want to pee on her, want to come all over her. Ahhhhhhh! At last I am satisfied.
But wait, there’s more. Another trip to the office for pictures, including my cum-coated left palm. Back to the bedroom. I take the plastic bags into the bathroom, being careful not to let them drip. I start the shower and rinse off the first bag in the warm spray. Boy, do I feel another urge to piss! Hold on, hold on! I rinse the second bag. Strong urges to pee hit me as I rinse. I can’t do it in bed again. Oh, what a good idea: sit on the toilet and piss my pajama bottoms! I sit on my porcelain playground and give way to the next strong urge. It’s marvelous! The pee finds its way into a new place, the seat of my pajama pants, where it pools, warming my butt and dribbling down into the bowl, continuing long after I have finished peeing. Nice! Done with pissing, I pull off my PJs, which are soaking wet from shins to shoulders, and toss them into a laundry basket.
After showering I head back to the bedroom. Oops, in the thrusting throes of my ecstasy I must have moved off the first bag and got the sheet damp. Rats! I check under the sheet. What’s this, the pad, not the cotton/vinyl protector? Double rats! So, the sheet is wet, the pad is wet, and the mis-layered protector is damp. Oh, well, sometimes one must pay the price for a really good wet experience. And the day has just begun.