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  1. Just sew snaps in the crotch
  2. Ah-hah! So they do make bigger diapers. That deceitful woman told me I'd have to learn to use the toilet! Well, fie on the toilet! It's made slaves of you all. I've seen it sitting in there: lazy, slothful, porcelain lay-about, feeding on other people's doo doos while contributing nothing of its own to society. You get a job! Like DD, I too was a regular purveyor of the medical section of the Sear's Catalog. I'm a bit older than him (or I got started younger, that's the ticket). They had cloth diapers back in my early days. The first disposable they listed came out about the time I headed to college (1977) were single taped, rectangular ones. By the time I graduated in 1981 they had Attends (and later as DD shows above, a similar house brand). I actually, had cute incident when I ordered the cloth adult diapers to pick up at the catalog desk at the store. The young female clerk insisted on opening up the opaque outer packaging that the Sears stuff came in to "make sure everything was OK." I was mortified but I think she was just curious what adult diapers looked like. Had I been a bit further along I'd have found it amusing at the time
  3. It really depends on your build. You should measure the widest part of your anatomy. Typically men have hips not too much larger than their waist. Women on the other hand tend to have much wider hips than their waist. Diapers really need to fit the widest part (which is why the sizing charts say waist/him). My 34" waist falls into the Medium range supposedly on most diapers, however, I guess I'm more oddly shaped, and with the exception really of DRY247, LARGE size fits me better. I can fit into Mediums, but larges fit better. You'll never know until you try. The good news on tape-on diapers is that there's a lot of adjustment there. Even the pull on kind have a lot of stretch typically.
  4. I was living in a house with several other people. One of the women in our group had known about my diapers for a long time. Another didn't and she had found the bag where I kept them at the time. The first woman told her to stay away from it. The second asked me if I could tell her what was in the bag. I relented and explained that I had the diapers and also some women's clothing. She and I went out to a hotel and sort of had a show and tell about all my stuff. I ended up marrying that woman. I guess you can say *THAT* was my best real life diaper experience.
  5. When I wear a diaper, I carry a bag. My goto bag is an actual FILA diaper bag that just looks like a small knapsack. Got it on Woot! a few years back. It doesn't scream diaper bag. In it: Spare diapers An underpad in case of emergencies Wipes (usually the larger adult size sams club wipes) A extra snappi or two and plastic pants if I'm in the cloth mood. Some tall kitchen size plastic bags for disposal. When in full up AB mode I have two different diaper bags: one blue with teddy bears on it and one pink. Usually gets similar stuff to the above but often a pacifier and clip and a bottle.
  6. Hey it worked for Sean Connery as James Bond: of course, Sean also showed up in a diaper (Not one of his greater movies): [
  7. Historically as far as Jews go, if you're not Jewish, then their rules don't apply to you. This comes in handy when you can use things like the sabbath goy (a non-Jew who performs things it would be illegal for a Jew to do).
  8. Actually, it is on my list of things that I'll get around to finishing eventually. Back in the days of the old "short takes" subforums, I'd float story introductions to see if got any interest from readers to decide if I should go further. Such encouragement helps. While you're waiting, you can find some of my completed and cleaned up stories (note the above story was garbled in some UNICODE-UTF8 encouding screwups when the forum software was updated that DD was never able to get invision to address, I still have my original word files for most of these stories). See my signature line for the links.
  9. From a historical standpoint, the church was open to all who wanted. The authoritarian exclusion of those whose sins are perceived to be contradictory to the popular belief is a relatively modern concept. The Southern Baptist Convention (the US's second largest religious body), for example. Largely liberal in their views for the first two centuries of its existence but was taken over by authoritarian factions in the late seventies.
  10. I don't know about that but bodysuits.com has been around a long time and I've bought stuff from them before. Man-rompers is the latest attempt at a fashion niche that's come along.
  11. Which, at least in the US, has caused a schism in the church. A more conservative faction has split off to oppose this. The fun part is "who owns the building" the congregation (which split off) or the mother church in many cases.
  12. Ah, sorry I misunderstood your act of self-deprecation there. That's a failing of mine at times. I take things too personally.
  13. All diapers have plastic in them. I've never had an issue with any diapers cloth or plastic backed and I've had everything from the cheapest store brands up to the heavy duty ones. I can't vouch for "liquids" but I've not had any problem with the stuff in my bag be it wet wipes or butt paste.
  14. I'm a professional editor so I tend to be a little sensitive to the errors. Oddly, the person who called me a NAZI was the one who erroneously accused me of making an error.
  15. I was about to protest that I didn’t need a babysitter and certainly not Kayla when mom pushed her list of instructions to Kayla and headed out the door. She was gone before I could get a word out. I just stood there dumbfounded glaring at Kayla, and she stared back at me. Finally, she looked down at the paper and read. She dropped it on the counter and came forward and grabbed my hand and started for my bedroom. I didn’t move. She pulled. “Come on baby. Mom says I need to get you out of your school clothes and change your dipee.” I remained rigid. It was one thing that Kayla was here to babysit, but to change me? “You don’t want me to tell your Mommy that you were a bad baby while she was gone,” she threatened. I was defeated. I let her lead me to my room. I started to remove my shirt, and she swatted at my hands. “No, no, let Auntie Kayla do that.” Auntie Kayla? I let her unbutton my shirt and then take off my pants. She was smiling as she exposed my plastic pants. She patted the changing table, and I hopped up. She slid off the plastic pants and then looked at my diaper. “Wow, you’re really soaked,” she said, unpinning the diaper. She got it off and dumped it in the diaper pail. I was lying there naked in front of her and extremely embarrassed. Kayla pulled some wipes from the box and started wiping me down. I rapidly became erect. “So, I see baby like’s having his dipee changed,” she said starting to wipe my penis down with great vigor. I didn’t think I was going to stand it anymore when she stopped and got a fresh diaper. “I bet you love doing this with Kim and Kaitlyn,” she smiled. I did. We hadn’t done it much. Only when we were out shopping by ourselves. At school, we tended to ourselves and most of the other times our mothers changed us. Kayla pulled a fresh pair of plastic pants over my diaper. I was finally covered. She started searching through my closets and drawers, “Let’s find something for baby to wear.” She settled on a shirt with a teddy bear and a pair of shorts. She put them on me. As I hopped off the table and she patted my butt. “I do love that diapered butt of yours.” She led me back to the kitchen and picked up the instructions from my mother and busied herself in the kitchen. She came back with a plate of cookies and a bottle and set them down on the floor. “Sit down and have your snack,” she said. I plopped down and started on a cookie. She was munching a cookie as well, intently staring at me. Finally, I realized what she was waiting for, and I started sucking on the bottle. She grinned. She came closer and pushed me gently down on my back. I continued to suck on the bottle as she giggled. I just closed my eyes and continued to suck. It was quiet. I opened my eyes and looked towards Kayla. She was holding up her phone. “Hey, are you taking pictures?” I said, standing up in a flash. I grabbed towards the phone, but she pulled it away from my reach. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to show anybody. This is just for me.” I wasn’t sure I could trust her. I busied myself on my homework, and soon Kayla called me into the kitchen. She put me into my high chair and placed a bib around my neck. She then started spooning food from a bowl into my mouth, giggling all the time. I had to admit it was somewhat funny and started laughing myself. She started getting sloppy and soon I had turkey and gravy smeared all over my face. Finally, she got a wipe and cleaned my face up and removed the bib. She gave led me to the sofa, and she sat down and pulled me down as well. I rested my head in her ap and she gave me the bottle. Holding it while I sucked on it. At least she wasn’t taking pictures this time. It was oddly soothing, and I felt something growing in the diaper. Crap, I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. I already had two girlfriends who wanted me in diapers and now a third? Eventually, I sat up, and we watched TV. I was wondering when my mother was coming home. I came to the realization that I was going to have to poop. I would try to hold it until my mom was back and she could change me. However, as time progressed, I got more uncomfortable. I got up and walked a short distance away and let it rip into the diaper. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I went back and sat down next to Kayla again. A few minutes later Kayla started sniffing the air. “You gotta be kidding me,” she said with a frown. “I can’t help it,” I said. “You wanted to play babysitter.” Kayla let out a long sigh and stood up and led me by the hand to the changing room. She pulled off my shorts and then pulled the plastic pants off. She unpinned the diaper and unfolded it. She wrinkled her nose. I switched from being smug about Kayla having to do this to being embarrassed. I mean it was one thing for her to know I was using the diaper. It’s another to have her start wiping the poop off of me. She grabbed a bunch of wipes and started in on it. Eventually, she made headway and took the dirty diaper away and pitched the wipes in a covered trash bin. She took more wipes and went over me again. She then turned her attention to my erect penis. She worked the wipes repeatedly. I was growing more and more aroused by this. A dull pain formed deep within me and then suddenly, I erupted. Kayla waited a few seconds for things to stop and then cleaned me up. “Mom said I’d have to be careful that a boy might squirt during a change. I don’t think that’s what she had in mind though,” she said laughing. I turned red. Too much had just happened to talk. I waited as she put a diaper on me. “It’s getting close to bed time, let’s put you in your pajamas.” She dug through the drawers and found the satin romper. “Is this what you sleep in?” she asked. “Sometimes,” I admitted. She helped me into it. She led me over to my crib and guided me inside. She shut the side. She had her phone out and shot another picture. I pouted, but she just smiled. She climbed the side rail of the crib and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “Good night, baby,” she said and then headed out of the room, extinguishing the lights on the way. I just laid there not knowing what to think. The emotions were complex. I drifted off for a while. I woke a bit later to hear voices. It was Kayla talking to someone. “Oh yes, he was a perfect boy. I changed him and put him in the crib a short time ago.” I heard my mother respond. She told her that she would be glad to have her back if needed. Great. Just what I needed. Why was every female I come across from my mother to my girlfriends dead set on having me in diapers?