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https://www.koreaboo.com/stories/madein-oufits-bad-reaction/

I learned that there was an ABDL community back in 1986 or so when I got a CompuServe account. In there Human Sexuality forums, they had a AB section. Tommy from DPF would participate there, but I didn't subscribe to DPF then. I was writing stories at that point. Then we got the USENET and alt.sex.fetish.diapers. I created an account at a local ISP under a pseudonym, but since I knew the guys running the ISP, they knew who was really associated with the account. Turns out one of the principals was also into the AB scene and he noticed my posts.

All kidnap victims wear one? Yes, they just don't show that part on TV.

I should point out that I am a pilot (private) and have been wearing a diaper in flight for years. I even keep one handy for my wife to use (she just sits on it and pees) when landing would be inconvenient.

Another article says that they were all under the age of 12 but no additional details.

https://www.the-sun.com/health/12366219/man-laughing-gas-dinosaur-hands-nappies/

Jill accompanied him to lunch. As they were eating, she gasped. He turned to see what had startled her. “There are two naked kids over there.” Bill swung around and saw a boy and a girl wearing nothing but a school tie around their necks. “Nelson Hall,” he said. “The nudie dorm.” “Really?” she said incredulously. “Is it that odd? After all, we’re in the baby diaper dorm. “I mean, is this new? I havn’t heard of it before. I wonder what else there is?” “I heard it from the registrar when I went to see about changing my dorms. She says there’s a couple of honor dorms and a transgender students dorm as well as that.” “Wow.” After lunch, he made his way to his next class. This was his physical education class. It was to be ballet, but he needed to figure out what that meant. He remembered his sisters going to ballet class and learning all these positions. He was waiting for class to start when he noticed a boy sitting beside him. He thought that at least he wasn’t the only boy stuck taking ballet. Then he realized that the boy was wearing a skirt. “Mickey,” the boy reached out a hand in introduction. “Um.. Jason,” he replied. He thought about it. “Torrance House?” he asked. “Yes, Donovan, for you, I take it.” He replied. “Yes. Not my idea. It was the only space left when I got to the housing table.” “I wanted in,” the boy said. “I’m hoping to start transitioning soon, but my parents thought that if I could stick it out as a girl here for a semester, they might think I’m serious.” Jason thought about his parents. He should call or write them and see what they could do. They may reconsider this whole boarding school thing. “At least you don’t have to poop in your pants,” Jason said. “Yeah, that must be rough.” The teacher was now starting the class. She outlined what they would be doing over the first few weeks of the class. As Jason had recalled, it involved learning the basic positions, among other things. Then, she started distributing packages to students by name. He got his and looked inside. Inside were several packages. “Inside your package, you will find a leotard, tights, and a pair of ballet flats. Please wear these to the next class,” the teacher said. Tights? Leotard? They had to be kidding. He looked over at Mickey. At least he’d probably enjoy it. He seemed to be rapidly shucking out of his clothes. Jason did the same. Fortunately, his outfit was designed to expose the diaper easily. He loosened his tie and removed his shirt. Watching Mickey, he mimicked getting the tights in place. He was glad that Mickey seemed to know what he was doing, as he’d have just tried to pull them on like pants. He then got into the leotard. This wasn’t too different from the baby romper they had given him yesterday, but it fit tighter and didn’t have snaps in the crotch. He slipped on the two ballet slippers that were the remaining items. He stood up and regarded himself in the mirrors forming one classroom wall. Great, not only was he in ballet togs, but they fit closely enough to make it clear he had a diaper underneath. The teacher led them through a bunch of stretching exercises. It was nothing too strenuous, but Jason realized how lacking in flexibility he was. This class may be helpful. After a bit the teacher told them to get dressed and that in subsequent classes they should get changed and start immediately on their stretching before the class formally started. After a few more classes, Jason headed back to the dorm. He had to pee, but figured what the hell. He stopped and, with some effort, got the flow going. Maybe someday, he thought, he’d be able to go. Then he snapped out of it. What was he thinking? This is not normal. Rather than going and getting changed, he decided to bring all his newly issued stuff back to his room. Jill met him as we was doing so. “Want to go to dinner? I’m starved,” she asked. “OK, I wet on the way over from class. I need a change.” “Just one wetting? Don’t worry. These diapers are more absorbent than that.” I shrugged and followed her over to the commons for dinner. They discussed how it was going. Jason explained he still wanted out of Donovan, possibly out of the whole boarding school. He was going to write his parents. Jill gave him a little pout. “You’re leaving me?” “Nothing against you. I just don’t want to spend a year messing my pants. If I stay at the school, even in another dorm, we could still be friends, right?” She maintained her pout a second and then broke into a smile. Jason went back to his room and started the reading he needed for class. After a bit, he stopped and dashed off a letter to his mom. He explained the diaper aspects in great detail, hoping she would be outraged and do something. Maybe she’d call the school. Maybe she’d just take him home. After a bit more studying, he checked for a response and one hadn’t arrived. He got in his sleeper and climbed into the crib.

Yep. But I remember seeing this the first time back around the time it was probably initially aired (1972-1977) back when I was just becoming aware of my interest in diapers. I'd made plenty of diapers out of towels and safety pins.

Periodic fecal incontinece since I was a child. Been through many doctors who said, might be IBS, might be allergies. Lots of "it will be difficult to idettify" so for 40 years I've just had to deal with it.

My wife and I were just watching a favorite episode of the old Emergency! (Jack Webb) show. It featured a call to a college frat in the middle of initiation. Half a dozen freshmen were there earing pinned on cloth diapers.

I'm not as much experienced with InVision, but I've been all over the internals of vBulletin and XenForo over the years. 1000 accounts generates nothing of a load if they're not being used. I run an XF site with over 50,000 users. Two thirds of them haven't logged on in the past year and it's not worth the effort to do anything with them. Unless you want to go crazy and delete any post by them or reference to them, you have to burn the user id number anyhow or else you'll start getting things misattributed anyhow. Every once and a while someone makes a big thing about wanting his name gone, so we just set them to something like deleted492.

A couple of days ago the site would show up completely white (headers but no body on the message). It went away after a few hours and I've not seen it since. Usually, what I get is a cloudflare error saying it can't get to servers in Ashburn, VA when DD fails. I hate cloudflare. I yanked it off the one site I had using it. Too much grief.

After COVID we went into serious diet mode and I dropped a 40 lbs and a whole diaper size. I'm back up after a few vacation trips but I'll get there again. The good news is that most diapers (I really only use the tape on kind) have a lot of adjustment room.

I've been on a subscription for NSC MegaMaxes for a couple of years now. It saves money and it's handy not to have to remember to reorder. I set it up so it provides a nice base line but allows me to drop in some others on special occasions. I keep a few thinner ones (NSC Supreme lights etc...) to augument when I'm wearing tighter clothes or whatever. For me that works out to be a case every 10 weeks. I'm usually just about out at the next shipment. Sometimes I have to go online and push the "SHIP NOW" button to get it a little early (or if I know it will be delivered while I'm travelling).

Hotmail has kept with the times. It's essentially the same technology as Microsoft paid office product Outlook these days. I run several of my alteregos on such accounts along with some truly professional stuff.

It's not that traumatic (certainly better than it going in). Deflate the balloon. It actually will come out without you having to draw hard on the syringe all you need to do is open the little valve in the drain port. Some people just cut the drain tube and let it flow out itself (that scares me a bit). Then you just pull it out. It's usually advisable to try to urinate (probably not going to be an issue) to flush things out.

Jason woke the following day confused as to where he was. Bars. Was he in jail? It took a second, and then he remembered. Boarding school. Diapers. Crib. He climbed out of the crib. He had to pee. Here we go again, he thought. He wanted to get to the administrative offices to see if he could get a new assignment before his first class. He ducked out of the sleeper and put on the uniform shirt. It took him a couple of tries to get the tie right, but he remembered how to do it. He then pulled the diaper cover on. As he did, he remembered the diaper was wet and headed down to change it. There were others in the changing room. Some were showering. Some were doing diaper changes. A few had come for their change wearing just the diaper. He noticed one person enter with a large brown stain on the diaper. Gosh, he’d hoped he didn’t have to do that. He found his way to the office, and to his relief, it was open. “I’d like to see if it would be possible to change my dorm assignment,” he asked. The worker typed his information into the computer. “Donovan House not to your liking?” she asked. “Not particularly,” he said. “It was all that was left yesterday.” “Hmm,” she said, looking at the computer. “You’re eligible to change.” That gave him a brief glimmer of hope. “But it appears all the dorms that you qualify for are full. We only have spaces in the honor houses and Torrance.” “What’s Torrance?” he asked, knowing that he almost certainly wouldn’t be eligible for the honor houses, whatever that involved. “Torrance is our house for the transgendered, or those in the process of that. You’re not considering that, are you?” “No.” “Well, I can put you on the waiting list for other houses. Someone would have to drop out or have to switch to Donovan because they started having accidents or the like. Which houses would you like me to put you on the list for?” “Any of them. All of them,” he said. “Sure, I can add you to all that you qualify for. Are you sure you want Nelson House?” “What’s Nelson do?” “That’s our naturist group. All the Nelson kids are nude.” “You can skip that one.” He left and made his way across campus. Most male students wore long pants, but a few boys wore shorts. Girls were mostly wearing skirts or jumpers. He looked around to see if anybody was dressed like him. Maybe off in the distance. When he got to the first class, the teacher handed out their textbooks and a syllabus. They already had a reading assignment. The second class was much the same. As he stood, he came to the realization he had to poop. He tried to suppress the thought. After his next class, he knew it was inevitable. He headed out into the hall. Wait a minute, he thought. Why couldn’t he just use the toilet. He headed toward the bathrooms. As he pushed open the door marked men, an alarm went off. “Hey, diaper boy. You can’t go in there,” he heard someone shout at him. He backed out. Something he had on, perhaps the diaper, perhaps some part of his uniform, was triggering an alarm like those shoplifting things at the mall. They had thought of everything. As he took another step back, someone pushed out of the bathroom and collided with him. He wasn’t hurt, but it surprised him enough that he let loose in the diaper. Feces flowed around his rear in the diaper. Yech. He hustled to his last class before lunch. He’d have to do endure this before he could get back to the dorm. He gingerly sat down and felt poop squirt in both directions, toward his scrotum and up in his butt crack. Yech. He was getting really uncomfortable waiting for the class to finally end. It did, and he stood, finding the diaper plastered to his rear. He hustled over to the dorm and headed for the changing room. He ran into Jill. She was wearing a short jumper over her shirt that didn’t quite cover all of her diaper cover. “How’s it going?” she asked. “Just pooped. Gotta clean this mess up.” They headed up to the changing room. He slid off the diaper cover and started undoing the tapes. “Let me help,” Jill said moving to undo the other tapes. She took the diaper and used what part hadn’t yet been soiled to clear as much poop as possible from him. She grabbed wipes and started in on his rear. “You’re beautiful,” he said staring at her. “And I’m not just saying that because you’re wiping poop off me.” She smiled. “Maybe you should pop in the shower.” It seemed to be a good idea to him.

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I think he wanted punctuation after "know" I do not know; work, meetings with veterans, grocery shopping, church.

“Really? Even those who don’t have wetting problems?” “Yes. I know it sucks. I don’t wet all the time,” she explained. “I don’t hardly ever mess in my diapers at home. But here I have to.” I stopped in my tracks. “Mess? You mean we have to shit in our diapers?” She nodded. Jason felt like he’d been hit in his stomach. He’d messed up. How could he get out of this? We continued over to a large dining room. Bill picked up a stack of items and started distributing them. Jason took one and looked at Jill. She fastened it around her neck. A bib? You had to be kidding, he thought. He did his up. They sat down, and food was brought to the table. It was pretty good, Jason had to admit. At least they weren’t serving baby food and bottles, he thought. It was then he remembered he had to go. He tried to pee, but he couldn’t. Still, he had to go badly. He stood up. Nothing. He closed his eyes and thought about standing in front of a urinal. That did it. He started flooding the diaper. A few seconds later, he felt a hand on his crotch. He opened his eyes to see that Jill was touching him. “How’s it feel?” she asked. He reddened with the fact that she had realized what he was doing. “Weird,” he said. He did feel quite warm, and now the diaper was swelling and sagging from the weight. “You can change when we get back to the dorm.” He sat back down, and eventually, they finished the meal and headed back. Many students headed back to the changing room. Jason and Jill waited their turn. He got up on the table and unsnapped the crotch of his outfit. He pulled off the wet diaper and worked a new one up in position. He wasn’t exactly sure how to do this. Jill advised him, “Do the bottom tapes up tight and then the top.” He did so and then fastened the romper back in place. They dumped their used diaper in the receptacle provided and then washed their hands. Well, that was the first milestone of school life for me, he thought. “I gotta see if I transfer to another dorm,” he told Jill. “I guess you can try. But I kind of like it that you’re here.” He warmed to her comment, but still, he wanted out and hopefully before he had to poop himself. Bill announced that tomorrow would be the first day of classes. He told everyone that their school uniforms and sleepers for tonight would be laid out for them. Jill and Jason wandered around the house. They did find the TV room and were looking for the playroom when Bill announced that they all should get ready for bed. Jason returned to the room, and sure enough, two piles awaited him on his desk. One was a shirt and tie. Ugh? Ties, he thought. Years ago, he was in Catholic school and had to wear one. Under that was a large brief. He realized it was a cover for his diaper. Turning to the other stack, he picked it up and held it. He realized it was just one item. It was a full-length sleeper, complete with attached feet. Great, he thought. He got out of the romper and put it on. He heard a knock at the door. He opened it, and it was Jill, wearing the same sleeper. She did a spin around and asked how she looked. “We look like two-year olds,” he admitted. “I guess that’s the idea.” She frowned a bit. “But yours is cute,” he added. They talked for a bit, and Bill stopped by with bottles. “Here’s something to hold you over until morning. It's time for you to get into your cribs. Jill lowered the side of Jason’s crib. He stepped into it. She leaned over toward him and gave him a kiss. “Think about that, and it won’t be so bad,” she said, leaving the room. Jason smiled and laid down in the crib. Some things weren’t that bad, he thought as he thought about the kiss. He put the nipple in his mouth, and absent-mindedly sucked. He fell asleep.

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“Boarding school?” I said with some level of surprise. Were my parents considering this? They suggested that my normal school wasn’t doing a good job with me. They pushed a brochure toward me. It showed kids having fun. Sitting in class, working on computers, working in some robotics lab. Maybe it could be interesting, I thought. “I’d have to live there all the time?” “Well, other than holidays and the summer,” my father said. “I think you’d like a break from around here anyhow.” Still, I was unsure. However, there didn’t seem to be any point in fighting it. My parents had made up their mind. A few weeks later, I was being dropped off at the Mountain Creek Academy. We were directed to registration desks. I found the one that served my letter of the alphabet. The girl behind the desk found my papers. “Welcome, Jason,” she said. Her name tag said her name was Kristin, and she was in the tenth grade. She was cute. At least this place was coed. “They’ll be a welcome program in the auditorium in twenty minutes and then you can go sign up for your classes and stuff.” She showed me a blank schedule and explained that the various departments would have sign-ups around the room. She handed me a course catalog and said I needed to sign up for a dorm room. I took a seat in the auditorium and went through everything. I read the courses available and made a pencil copy of my proposed schedule on the outside of the envelope. The headmaster gave a brief speech, welcomed us, and then dismissed us to complete our registration. I headed to the technology department table. I wanted to be sure to sign up for the introductory robotics class. I got that on my official schedule and went to the science and math departments. After completing social studies and English, I looked at what was left. Physical Education was still an empty spot. I went to the Physical Education desk and talked to the coaches there. “Let’s see what spots you have left on your schedule.” I handed over my schedule, and the coach looked at her computer. “Hmm… not much left open in that block,” she said. I didn’t much care. PE wasn’t a big concern of mine. “Looks like Introductory Ballet is all we have left then.” Really? I thought. Ballet? Tights and tutus? Oh well. I had one last stop. I had to go to the housing table and get my room and board taken care of. I approached the table. “I’m afraid all we have left is Donovan Hall,” the advisor said. OK, I thought. I didn’t have any idea why one dorm would be better than another. An announcement was made that food would be available outside when we wanted to eat. I made my way outside and found several people grilling hamburgers and the like and there were long tables set up. I got my lunch and a drink and sat down on a low wall to eat. A girl sat down next to me with her lunch. “Hi, I’m Lexie,” she said. “Jason,” I replied. “Did you get all the classes you wanted?” she asked as she ate. “Pretty much. Ballet for PE wouldn’t have been my first choice, but it was all they had left.” “Yeah, it pays to go to the desks of the classes that fill up first and get that. You can do the mundane stuff like English later.” “Yeah, that would probably have been a good strategy.” “But I’m taking ballet, too. It’s what I wanted to do.” “Great, I’ll see you there.” “What dorm did you get?” she asked. “Donovan.” She broke into a giggle. “I hope you like that.” I was going to ask what she meant by that, but she stood up and waved goodbye. After lunch, we were directed to our dorms to settle in. I did not have many personal items, as I was told that uniforms, athletic gear, textbooks, and other supplies would be provided. I only brought a few toiletries and stuff with me. I took out the map and found Donovan Hall. Entering the building, I met an older boy with a clipboard. He wore a pair of short overalls, which was a little strange. He took my name and said, “Room 105. I’m Bill, your advisor, by the way. Follow me.” He explained that my personal belongings were already in the room, as was my issued computer. He said they would be sending over the textbooks and the like as soon as they had all the registrations done. “Now, we need to get you dressed in your school uniform,” he said. He opened a door and let me to a room with a few padded tables. “Now get out of those clothes.” Really? He wanted me to strip down in front of him? “Come on. There will be other students that need to be dealt with.” I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shirt and shorts. Bill yanked off my underpants, and I covered up reflexively. What? He pointed at the table, and I laid down on it. He reached under, pulled out something, and slid it beneath me. “I’ll do this for you this time, but you’ll learn to do it yourself. He quickly got it into place. I realized what it was. A diaper. “A diaper?” I said. “Of course,” He then got something else out, put it over my head, and brought it down. “Stand up,” he said. He fastened that between my legs. I looked down. It was a one-piece thing that had elastic around the leg holes. “What’s this?” I said. “That’s a bubble romper. Our casual uniform. I’ll change into mine as soon as we get you all settled. I only wear this because I was lugging suitcases and stuff around earlier.” “But why?” “Because that’s what we do in Donovan.” He looked down at his clipboard. “It says you’re a voluntary. You didn’t know what you were getting into?” “Voluntary? No, this was the only thing left, they told me. Wasn’t really voluntary.” “Well, that just means you weren’t obligated to be here because you wet the bed or something. You could have had another house if you’d reached the residency desk before they filled up.” I remember what Lexie had told me about doing the important registrations first. I feared I made a terrible mistake. “You’re in room 105. You can go check that out. We’ll have a house meeting at 4 PM before dinner. Just meet outside the front door then. Don’t forget your pacifier. There are some in your room.” My what? Anyhow, I wandered down the hall and found 105. I opened the door. I spotted the little suitcase I had packed at home. There was also a computer on the desk. Then I stopped in my tracks. On one wall was a large crib. Diapers? Pacifiers? Cribs? Just what was all this? I looked around the room. Sure enough, in one of the drawers were several things, including some pacifiers. Some of them had a little ribbon with a clip on it. I thought about my niece, who was quite a bit younger than me. She had one of these clipped to her. I clipped one on. I wandered around the building a bit. There were more rooms, and as the afternoon progressed, more students, both boys and girls, were wearing the same style of outfit as I was. I was looking for the bathroom. I returned to the room I had been diapered in, but while there were some showers there, there were no toilets. I looked at my watch. It was closer to four. I went outside. Students were beginning to gather. A girl came up to me. “Hi, I’m Jill,” she said. “Jason.” “How do you like it?” she said, indicating her outfit that matched mine. “Kind of weird,” I said. “I mean having to wear one. It looks cute on you.” “You have nice legs, too,” she giggled. Bill came out now in his bubble romper. He stood up and cleared his throat. Jill put her pacifier in her mouth. Bill looked around and told people to settle down. Jill reached over, took my dangling pacifier, and pushed it in my mouth. I looked around and saw that everybody was now sucking on theirs. “I want to welcome you all to Donovan House. Some of you are newcomers. Some have been here before.” We went around introducing ourselves, removing our pacifiers to speak, and then returning them. Bill continued with some random introductory stuff and then said we’d walk over to the commons for dinner in a few minutes. The meeting broke up. Jill turned to me. “Why did you pick Donovan?” she asked. I spit out the pacifier. “Not much of a choice. It was all that was left when I got to the desk. You chose to come here?” She looked a little embarrassed. “No, I didn’t have a choice either. I have a little incontinence problem.” It took me a second to realize she was admitting she wet her pants. “Oh,” was all I could muster. “Have you done much looking around,” she asked. “Other than the room I changed in and my room, no.” “I hear there’s a playroom and a TV room somewhere.” “Does everybody have a single room?” I asked “Yes, that’s one advantage of Donovan Hall, I guess,” she stated. “What I haven’t found is the bathroom, and I need to go.” “That’s because there aren’t any,” she said. “What?” “There isn’t any need for them. We all go in our diapers.” In our diapers? It now hit home. “I have to wet myself on purpose?” I said. “I’m afraid so.”