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You haven't met my fiance.

I just have one thing to say...what is "cis"?

What kind of work do you do? I'm in a very well used black megamax that I wore last night when hanging out with a new padded friend. It's almost time to change for work and it feels like I'll be doing some cleaning up in the back

Maybe those who have gone fully 24/7 No longer feel the need to check in

Pants will dry but messy leaks...well

I work as a sheriff. I watch inmates at the hospital. I have a backpack stocked with a change and some wipes. There's family restrooms and single person restrooms all around the place. I've changed in those rooms several times

Compared to northshore premium that they outperform. Also every other diaper that I've tried that's either louder, bulkier, or hold less. If I want to go to work without changing all day then it can't wear something too much thinner

So I've been doing this for over 20 years. Megamax are the perfect all around diaper. Absorbent enough for overnight, but thin enough for daytime/work. Also fills the gap between abdl and DL. Hope they expand on their adult prints at some point. I'm burned out on tie dye.

This was a great story. Love to get punished like that except I don't know if I could give up disposables.

I like the story I just have a bunch of holes to poke.

That was nice.

I always wanted to move to the country. I hate being around so many people but now that I'm with someone who likes going out and doing things I can't imagine having one bar to go to and maybe one other gay guy in a 50 mile range. Not to mention it probably requires an airline ticket to meet up with another DL or AB

Chapter 2 5th grade, age 10 The alarm went off in my room, it had been 3 hours since the other alarm went off waking me up to go pee. I did wake up, shut off the alarm, switched out of my wet goodnight and into a fresh one, leaving the old one in the diaper pale. Now it's 6:00am my goodnight's wet again and I'm sure my mom will be in momentarily to check on me and start getting clothes out and making sure I'm moving along. As if we shared a telepathic bond she can be heard heavy footed down the hall. She entered the room as I sat there in my pajamas and very wet Goodnight and flicked on the room light. I squinted as I felt the pain in my pupils as they shrunk to adjust. "Time for school baby" she said softly as I was already awake. She asked how I slept and I answered honestly, "If it weren't for that first alarm I would be better rested. I wish you'd let me sleep without it." She responded, "I know baby but if we didn't wake you up in the middle of the night you'd never stop bed wetting, and you'd probably leak through that Goodnight." She was right about the leak part, my pajamas had some small spots on them and they'd only been on for 3 hours. I knew I needed something more heavy duty if I was going to make it through the night. "Mom I wake up wet even after only 5 hours of sleep, if you want me dry you better set an alarm every half hour or get me something that can handle more wetting than a Goodnight. My mom sighed, after a long pause she said, "Baby, you're 10 years old and you wet the bed every night even wake up messy sometimes, everyday you have an accident in either your pull-up or pants if we were foolish enough to try again." The doctor said there is nothing physical that is causing any of this other than due to an extended period in diapers, your bladder may have shrunk and your sphincter is probably weaker as well. You need to really try and potty train, I don't know how you can run around with your friends at 10 years old in a wet and sometimes messy pull-up and not be humiliated. Don't they ever make fun of you, don't you ever feel embarrassed?!" "Well mom, I guess I never let it bother me and then it doesn't become that big a deal, people still poke fun of me for wearing a pull-up but it's nothing I can't handle, besides, most of the ones making fun of me don't have that many friends and even though I don't use the toilet like a big boy I still have lots of friends and I have both of my parents, and dad has a cool job and all my friends like his work truck and his home truck. So I guess I never thought that using the toilet was really all that important, I know if I have a mess I need to go change right away, and I know I've gotta make sure my pull-up doesn't leak so I check it every once in a while." Cristian's mom held her thumb and forefinger around the bridge of her nose as she squeezed her eyes shut looking as if she was suffering from a migraine, she changed her expression and regained her composure, "Ok baby, I need to think about some things and I'll consider putting you in bigger real diapers so you can get your rest. However, If your father and I do this you...well you're just too young to realize how this can impact your future and I don't want to be responsible for you growing up and not being able to pursue potential love interests, or career fields because you can't do something as simple as pee or poop in the toilet." I knew I couldn't argue anymore so I simply said I'd try. I was placed in a pull-up some Jean shorts, low top Adidas court shoes, and a dark blue tshirt that said Ladder 21 and had my dad's badge on it. My mom threw 3 extra pull-ups and a fresh box of pampers wipes in my JanSport backpack. "I know this is asking for more than practical but please try and keep your underwear clean and dry today. I know you know how to use the toilet, and I know you can do it. Just know that no matter what, your father and I love you." I smiled up at her and said I'll try mommy." And sat down to a big bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. I gobbled it down quick before they got soggy and placed my bowl in the dishwasher, then I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. As I finished drying my face on the towel I stared at the toilet. "I'll never be forced to use you" I thought. I never had a good reason for my "accidents" honestly I just hated the feeling of being forced by the will of my body and being made to stop what I'm doing for 2-10 minutes depending on what my body was calling upon me to do. I loved the feeling of my pull-ups (diapers even more so) and I enjoyed using them to their capacity. Outside of class the only reason I had to change was when my pull-up reached capacity. I needed more time between changes and I wasn't going to get it with mom and dad holding on to the idea that I might give in to that horrible toilet one day. I gathered my bag with my books and supplies for the day and headed to the bus stop. I said hi to my friends Jason and Hector at the bus stop. Their bags were always a little less filled than mine due to my extra supplies. We talked about a variety of things like the best video game system to my dad's new truck. Surprisingly I was never the one to bring that up. It was my dad's pride and joy, a brand new 2000' F250 4x4 complete with a 6 inch suspension lift and some 35" BFGoodrich K02 off-road tires. Of course it was fire engine red. I got caught up in discussion and hadn't even realized I'd already wet my pull-up while we were standing there talking. The bus pulled up and we all hopped on, the back of the bus was full so we sat in the front. The ride to school was uneventful and we just kept talking the whole way to school. We arrived at school with 20 minutes before class, although 5th grade was the top of the food chain in elementary school, we were still in elementary school. As we left the bus we had to make our way through the school to our classroom which meant I had to separate from Jason and Hector. I had to attend a special class. You might think oh, a 10 year old kid who can't use a toilet must have special Ed. Or something but you'd be wrong. I was fully capable of making it to the toilet 100% of the time(or so I thought) but I was an excellent student, I was given an IQ test due to my parent's concern for my potty training and it was discovered that I was working with a 180 IQ. So the 10 year old who wasn't potty trained had a genius IQ and was taking subject matter that exceeded most of the middle schoolers he had yet to be subjected to. First class of the morning was algebra, math was dry and boring "not like me" I thought but having to think that much that early was a good wake up. My teacher Mr. Jennings loved me, he was obviously gay, which I hadn't been explained about but told me that Einstein was known for being so deep in thought that he'd forget to use the restroom, you just happen to be prepared. There may be something to that, seemed like I was always especially wet after algebra. There were a few times I was messy too. We had a small bathroom near our classroom with the most well equipped handicap stall in the school. It was apparently due to some pull from Mr. Jennings. The stall was more of a large closet with a toilet, trash can, and a small table that I can leave my bag on while I accessed my supplies for changes. After we were done with algebra Mr. Jennings announced a 10 min break and suggested I go to the bathroom and get myself sorted out. I went to the restroom and changed, my pull-up was soaked and had leaked a little, I didn't remember wetting this much but quickly dismissed it. I wiped myself down, and grabbed another pull-up from my bag. Pull-up in place I was clean and dry so time to get back. Next was English, an hour later was history, then science. We were the last classroom to go to lunch and my friend Jennifer was behind me in line. "Cristian you leaked!" She said loudly. I reached back and felt with my hand and low and behold my right cheek as well as my left were wet. "I should have changed it after history. I was really interested in the vikings sacking Rome and was very deep in thought. That must have been when I started wetting without realizing." I stepped out of line and approached Mr. Jennings, he had overheard me talking to Jennifer and handed me a hall pass. He said hurry up, we only have 40 minutes for lunch. I fast walked back to the restroom and changed. Two baseball sized wet spots remained on the outer part of my short pockets so standing in my pull-up and Ladder 21 t-shirt with my last name across the back I stood there in the small quiet bathroom with the dryer running, drying my Jean shorts. I hurried back to the cafeteria with my now mostly dried Jean shorts that were still warm from the hot air blowing on them. I had 20 minutes to spare so I got in the empty line and man was I glad I hurried, sloppy Joe's today with tatertots. That was me being a smart ass, I can't stand sloppy Joe's but as I had been told by my dad when I refused to eat, hunger is the best spice. I didn't fully grasp that concept until after a full day of running soccer drills in 3rd grade, I was served broccoli and asked for seconds. Now faced with a future of bubble guts and possibly a messy leak, hunger prevailed over self preservation and flavor. I ate ALL of my food and washed it down with a chocolate milk. I guess it wasn't as disgusting as I thought. Next for the day was 20 minutes for recess. We lined up at 1:40 and left the cafeteria to go run around like animals. So with all of my classmates 2/3 of which were girls we went outside climbed on the jungle gym for a while but ultimately the girls were the dominant force in the class and they always needed a baby to play house. My diapers were checked, they pretended to change me, they fussed and cared for me and one of them even produced a paci which they assured me was cleaned in the dishwasher. I reluctantly took it. There was a chubby girl named Sherri who wore glasses and was super sweet to me while playing and not playing house, then there was Megan, Megan had dark hair braces and was very pretty. She was popular and had been in gymnastics since she was in preschool. She had all the makings of a future "plastic" but she held a warm spot in her heart for me, in fact I was like their play thing. They were nicer to me than all the other boys which didn't do me any favors with the other boys even though away from class we were all friendly to each other. It had been 20 minutes before we knew it and Mr. Jennings announced it was time to go back to class. I spit out the paci and held it out for one of the girls to take it but it seemed like they decided it was mine now. Back in class we were practicing our typing skills and were given an assignment that would become homework if it weren't complete by the time the bell rang. I was a natural and knocked out a 5 page dictation before the bell. Only Megan was able to save hers to the disk drive and hit print before the bell rang. "Ok everyone who hasn't finished save your progress to your disk and bring it back Monday morning then turn it in to be graded for mistakes." Said Mr. Jennings. "Nice job you two, finishing your assignment before the bell. That's considered college level. Although I think that Cristian's pacifier might have given him the edge he needed." My eyes crossed, I had forgotten what I had done with it but the mystery was solved. Megan looked at me and gave an approving smile. I pulled it out with a hint of red in my cheeks. Megan said "walk me to my bus" and took my hand. My eyes bulged out, playing house with them and doctor was one thing but this was the first time a girl held my hand that wasn't leading me to a stall to change and wasn't my mom. "How's your diaper?" She asked me. "Oh, uh a little wet...and it's a pull-up" I corrected. "Well you use it like one" She responded. "I guess you're right" I answered. "By the way, why are you about to graduate from 5th grade and you still wear diapers? You're one of the smartest kids in the class and you can't grasp toilet training, or is it a medical thing? I know there's some kids in this school that are handicapped, is that what it is?" Megan asked rather bluntly. "I just never liked the toilet and I prefer the freedom that my pull-ups allow." "What about leaks like earlier, and it can't feel good to poop your pants, and isn't it embarrassing?" It can be a little embarrassing but I've never felt like less of a person because of them and peeing and messing your underwear doesn't really feel like anything special. Once it's done, the sensation is hardly there. Also I don't HAVE to rush off to the bathroom everytime a strong urge hits me. I can go change when I get a chance rather than having to drop what I'm doing so I don'thave an accident." "You raise some interesting points and you know what?...I like it." She reached over grabbed the paci from my hand and plugged it in my mouth, then she kissed me on my cheek and said see you later in a sing song tune as she trotted off towards her bus that was boarding. I turned around as I was smacked on the shoulder by Hector with Jason in tow. "Why do you have a pacifier in your mouth Cris?" Hector said. I told him how all the girls in my class love to use me as the baby and someone there put this paci in my mouth. I explained that no one would take it back and Megan from my class took my hand and had me walk her to her bus then put the paci in my mouth and kissed my cheek. "How do you get so lucky," Jason said. "You have all the prettiest smartest girls in the school in your class and they all want to treat you so nice just because of your little problem". I told him come home in wet and messy pair of underwear for all of next week and I'm sure you can get some pull-ups and be lucky like me. The ride home was bumpy, we screwed around too much at the bus stop and ended up playing what the soccer coach called "grab ass" and ended up sitting directly over the rear tires on the bus so every bump bounced us up and down. I first felt the growling and gurgling at the bus stop but was determined to hold it until we got off the bus. We were moving along when a sharp urge hit me after a five second gurgling session that was commented on by Jason, "Your stomachs talking Cristian!" Then bam, the bus hit a speed bump and I was unprepared. I was thrust down in my seat which shocked me releasing my hold on my bowels, as I was being bounced off the seat a wet mess shot out into the back of my pull-up making it balloon out in the back then I fell from the skylanding on my swollen and still filling mess. The mess shot out the sides of the pull-up and up the back. I was prepared to be self conscious of the smell but this was a complete blowout. My shorts were now covered around the pockets down to a few inches short of the bottom of the shorts and about 3 inches up the middle of my back my shirt was dark and stuck to my back. I felt defeated, betrayed by my own body. I was more mad than anything. Jason and Hector saw what happened and started teasing me, nothing really bad but it's pretty much mandatory that if something like that happens you're not living it down. They made a show of making sure it hadn't gotten on them and other kids were laughing and yelling ewww gross. I did feel somewhat embarrassed but I figured out that day that 1. I would need real diapers, and 2. I need to avoid sloppy Joe day and get my mom to make me a lunch. We got to our stop and I got jeers from everyone still on the bus as I walked through the aisle to the front of the bus. I got off and Hector and Jason changed their attitude saying sorry but they had to say something or they would have been thrown in with me. I said, "it's no big deal, I need better protection, I know the opinion of everyone else means a lot to you so if you needed to use me to feel popular for the bus ride it doesn't bother me." I said. Jason responded, "ok that's good, I thought you might be mad." I said I'd see them later and walked to my house I could hear the washing machine going and assumed my mom was folding clothes so I kept walking upto my room. Once I entered went to the showering my bathroom and removed my clothes and pull-up tossing the pull-up in the bathroom trash I started running the shower and turned the nozzle on rinsing off my messy butt. After a little soap, I rinsed off then dried myself. I went to the my size changing table and pulled open the drawer with pull-ups but there were none. In its place were some youth plastic backed disposable diapers with a total of 4 tapes. There was a note in the drawer that said, "These are your underwear for the foreseeable future, you need to learn how to tape yourself up so no time like the present. Love mommy. I layed myself on the changing table and pulled the front between my legs. Then I haphazardly put the tapes on fairly tight even though they didn't line up correctly or evenly. As I jumped I could hear the crinkle coming from the diaper and feel the bulk between my legs. I was in heaven I was just lucky that my mom didn't yell at me when I told her about it. All that was said is I know you tried, but now you don't need to try anymore.

I tuck like a drag queen when putting on a megamax. That way when I wet it flows back. I keep trying other diapers and I just keep coming back to them. Not overly thick, the tapes just don't quit, they hold a ton, they're fairly quiet, even my fiance can't tell until his hand comes in contact with my diaper area. My gay uncle was squeezing my butt when I was wearing one at pride and he couldn't tell. Also on that note, they work great at the bar. Was wearing slim fit jeans and no one noticed. They fit wonderful, and look perfect. Also they're available in a variety of colors(love the tye die) and just make life in diapers way more manageable

I go both ways so I just look at the person. I feel like it may be more difficult to find someone with a V who's into padding.

Just from that statement I would want a relationship with you. A DL daddy what you're looking for?

Pretty sure the doc won't ask about your shaved groin, possible the diaper won't be brought up either. Obviously there's only one reason for you to wear them. Keeping your pants clean. If anything the doc may ask if you are seeing anyone for continence.

Sounds like your surgeon was a cunt. Probably a Bible thumper who extended her personal beliefs into her work. As someone who works around doctors all day, I can tell you they're not as perfect as they pretend to be. A lot of times they struggle with simple tasks. For the most part they seem to know what's best and that's what we're going to do because I talked to him for 10 minutes. Don't give a shit that I've been having to manage some asshole's behavior with threats of restraint, loss of phone calls, TV, or time in a holding cell. Some tears and sweet words have the doctors putting in orders for snacks, extra meal portions, and even extra pain meds to the delight of some scumbag criminal with a heroine addiction.

I was trying to show that not only is he perfectly capable of holding it, he has acceptional control. After I read through it I found a bunch of errors but I wrote it on overtime while I was bored. I'll bring my laptop to be more efficient with my typing. Did it all on my phone.

I know, pee only for DBM. As it progresses, I'll go into puberty, sexual awakening, high school, college, career, and finally cruise control of mature adult life. Trying to just be pg13 with it, I'm bi so of course there will be experience on both sides but I'd like people to not groan too much about either side

The world was was blurry and the biggest thing on my mind was my foot...it was cold. As I looked through blurry eyes I saw that my favorite blankie with the silky edges was only covering my right leg and my pajama shirt with ninja turtles on it had ridden up just under my chest. My diaper was well used after a goodnight's sleep and the portion above the tapes looked like it was in disarray. Dim light was filling the room and in my mind I knew it was early and I'd probably be woken by my mom or dad if I wasn't already awake. Today was a big day, it was my 4th birthday and there was going to be a party. I wasn't sure about the details but that wasn't something I ever had to worry about as someone who just turned 4. I wasn't even worried about when or where I relieved myself. Although I was quick to take my first steps, fast on my feet, excelled at any academics that I was taught, and spoke as well as a child years older, potty training evaded me, Or at least appeared to. Today though, my parents had told me as if they were doing me a favor, that they were going to graduate me to big boy underwear. I had no idea why they expected a different outcome from having me in pull-ups. I knew how a toilet worked, I understood what my body was feeling when I had to go, I wasn't undersized or incapable of reaching the toilet. I had even tried it on occasion usually under the watchful eye and insistence of one of my parents or a caregiver but I really didn't enjoy sitting on a plastic seat suspended over the toilet for what seemed like all of my day, interrupting my play time, rudely jarring me awake after a nap, or as an abrupt end to a meal. I knew I could hold my pee and my poop if I wanted to and I did on a regular basis...every time I was sat on that plastic seat on top of the toilet. The only time my caregivers successfully got me to use the toilet was when I was close to going already and I was becoming uncomfortable holding it. So today after my mom announced "rise and shine big boy!" And removed my soggy diaper then wiped me clean, my dad entered the room holding some cotton tightly whitey's presenting them as if I were a prince about to be crowned king, with a dumb grin on his face. "Cristian, we know you're a big boy and we know you're capable of using the toilet like a big boy so since today is your birthday, we're going to dress you in these big boy undies from now on." I looked at my mom, my dad standing behind her with a look of wonder and said ,"ok Mommy, I'll be a big boy." Then I gave them a big smile which resulted in a big proud hug from them both. I thought to myself behind that big smile, (eyes full of wonder) "I'll fill the back of these big boy undies with a big boy mess you'll never get clean!" I'd been clean and dry all morning, been sat on that horrible contraption at least 3 times and my bladder and bowels were still holding up, although I didn't know for how long. I'd had a bowl of captain crunch, some toast, 2 glasses of chocolate milk, and drained the milk from the bowl of cereal so I was barely holding on. I hadn't had a poop since the previous day and I the pressure was definitely present. It was noon and some of the guests were starting to arrive. Apparently the party was at our house in the back yard and not at that noisy place with the robot animals playing instruments and the person in the giant mouse costume. I did enjoy the slides and games, and the ball pit was an excellent place to have a mess though. Anyway, it was just past noon and I know I'd had a couple of squirts in these big boy undies (I wondered if all of them were thick like this) and it was pizza time. My mom served me a slice of some really greasy pizza with sausage and it was so good I ate two slices which had me stuffed. It was getting close to cake cutting time and I saw my mom starting to bring out the plates, and candles and things when my stomach made an audible gurgle that seemed to on forever, similar to the sound of an open 2 liter bottle of soda being turned upside down. It hit me hard so instead of suffering through anymore of it I just released my clench felt the log start to force it's way out. Simultaneously, an audible hiss could be heard as a dark spot began to slowly form at the front of my overalls. It darkened and then spread leaving two wide dark shiney streams traveling down either side of my pant legs and continued to run cascading onto my shoes and absorbing in my socks. I was still releasing my bladder when I became impatient with the log I was releasing so with a little effort I grunted and bent my knees slightly forcing out a massive log that pushed out my pants. I redoubled my efforts and discovered the second half of the smoothed out log was not quite so solid and shot out the back of me. Filling my big boy undies with a soft mess. I was pretty satisfied with both the relief I felt, and the size of the "accident" I had just had. As soon as the dribbling from the bottom of my pant legs stopped I decided to run over and join my friends who were already playing tag. I found my friends Hector and Jason and both of them immediately saw I was wet. Hector asked if I had an accident and I replied,"yeah, but I'm ok." Jason just seemed as indifferent as me and I swatted Hector on the shoulder yelling "TAG YOU'RE IT!" Then ran off squeeling like a maniac. The game moved forward and more kids joined in. There were about 10 other kids running around trying to avoid me tagging them when my mother appeared out of seemingly thin air and grabbed my arm. She pulled me to the side looking at my very wet clothes and asked what had happened? I told her I was having fun and didn't want to stop what I was doing and the next thing I knew I was having an accident. I noticed her sniffing the air and then look at my protruding rump which was now not just a lump but a large stain spread up my back due to the several times I had fallen and landed on my butt while playing. She sighed and rolled her eyes, and said let's go big boy and took me to my room where she carefully removed my overalls placing them to the side and completely caked undies and tossed them in the trash. I was wiped down and rinsed off in the tub and then taped into a diaper. "Victory!" I thought to myself. I was changed into a different t-shirt and some corduroy pants with an elastic waist. The shirt was small enough that any bend exposed the diaper sticking up out of pants. I was returned to my friends who were still playing tag and Jason immediately pointed out my diaper to the group and said "you're 4 years old and still in a diaper!?" In a loud dramatic voice. I said yes but they make diapers for grown-ups too so I'm not worried. This seemed to be a logical answer for Jason and all of my other friends from the neighborhood. My diaper could be seen poking out the back of my pants in the picture of me blowing out the candles that year and was only the first of several to come where I was surrounded by friends and family with a notable bulge in my pants. I'll keep progressing this story, following the life of a boy growing into a man who refuses potty training.

I have Tena ultra stretch that are apparently an import and not available in the US. Shame because they hold a fair amount and are completely cloth style with two big stretchy velcro tapes that do not come loose. They're pretty much grown up baby diapers.

Not incon but I wear A LOT. I've found that megamax medium is about perfect for a work diaper. My fiance has commented that I needed more water in my diet but that was after taping up for work at 2pm then working overtime until 7am and sleeping in the same one until 1pm. If I drink a ton of water I avoid the smell but I ensure that I'll need a change after the first shift and my walking becomes waddely. Also, they are about the quietest plastic backed diaper and they're pretty slim before you start soaking them.

This is super hot

What were the awesome pull-ups you found? Best I've found so far are abena