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I always wanted white because plain white were the pampers of my childhood. I detested the institutional green Depend switched to for a while. I remember getting some early baby blue ones back in the pre-hourglass days. On a preivous 24/7 binge when I was working I had either the Sam's Club briefs (white) or the Attends Extra (light blue). Attends discontinued that particular diaper and never really replaced it with a comparable one (reasonably absorbant but not to thick). For a long time, my goto were the navy blue (with dots) Northshore Care Supreme Lights. Now I primarily wear Megamaxes, mostly in tie-dye, though I have some simple white and black ones. I also have a few print diapers for when the mood strikes me. My favorite (out of production) was CTDC's one with the Teddy Bears all over it.

Don't know if I'll try yet. It's a moderate distance for me. A few years back I did the one that passed through Nashville as I had friends there I could stay with. I saw another total eclipse back in 1970. Was part of an amateur astronomy group back then. We went down to Virginia Beach to be in the path of totality. We had one telescope with a sun filter, one projecting on a card. One camera was set up to take multiple exposures of the sun at various stages, and there was also an apparatus that was there to measure the shadow bands coming out of totality. We also did light meter and temperature readings throughout the thing. I was the time keeper. I had a portable shortwave receiver that I was listening to the time standard broadcast.

Just then, Captain Load came into the room. “Boys, I got a new one for you. Female, 22. Always had a touch of stress incontinence. Word is on the street she’s been having more severe accidents. Check it out. Bill pulled her record. It was fairly clean. There were a couple of accidents in elementary school, but it didn’t amount to anything. There was an address on file. We signed out a car and drove over to 1516 Pin Oak Lane. I rang the bell. An older woman appeared at the door. “Ma’am, my name is Sergeant Sunday, this is Officer Flannel. We are from the LA Continency Department.” “The diaper police?” she said with surprise. It was a common nickname for us. Not the worst that had been thrown our way. “Yes, ma’am. We want to speak with Amy Green. Is she here?” “Amy? Why no. She doesn’t live here anymore. I’m her mother. What is all this about?” “We’re investigating some issues she was having. Are you aware of any continence issues she has?” “Well, she did have a bedwetting problem until she was eight or nine or so.” “And how did you deal with that?” “I took her to our family doctor, Dr. Sears. He decided that she’d eventually grow out of it, and she did.” “And how did you deal with it until she did.” “Well, we kept her in diapers until she was about four. Then we tried pull-ups and Goodnites.” “And daytime problems?” I asked. “No, not really. Oh, occasionally her brothers would tickle her mercilessly, causing her to leak a little. But that never amounted to anything—just a little embarrassment.” “And at school?” “I guess you checked her record. Much of the same.” I surmised we had gotten as much information as we could out of her, except one thing: “Would you have her current address?” “Yes, of course.” She wrote it down on the back of one of my cards, and I thanked her and left. Walking down the sidewalk toward the car, I flooded my diaper. I suspect Bill was already soggy. “What do you think, Joe?” he asked. “I think that either someone is hiding something, or her problems have progressed since she lived at home.” “Are we going to see her now?” “Not just yet. I want to talk to that doctor, Dr. Sears, first, and I suspect we both need a change.”

I've got a few stories about schools switching to diapers kicking around over the years. But I could start another.

I remember forcing myself into a real pair of amber rubber pants when I was probably four or so. I can't remember why I did it. Later on in my teens when I developed the interest in diapers, cloth diapers and plastic pants were the center of it (adult disposables handn't quite hit the market yet).

https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/parents-outraged-after-school-builds-32417888?ICID=ref_fark

Quite a smell on Delta this morning, The passengers made quite a fit, What they thought was peanut butter, Turned out was a pile of... Shaving Cream, Be nice and clean. Shave every day and you'll always look keen.

NSC has the megamax in black.

Do what you want, but realize there may be consequences. The rule I tend to use is "What would your mother think if she saw you doing this?"

Crotch shots do nothing for me. People who act as "god's gift to the ABDL community" and pontificate on what people should do cause even more consternation.

This is the city, Los Angeles, California. It’s a good city and people come here to visit, some stay to live. Sometimes they can’t contain themselves. When that happens, it’s my job. I live here. I carry a diaper. DUM DE DUM DUM DUM DE DUM DUM DUM DIAPERNET It was Thursday. It was cool in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of Urinary Incontinence. The captain is Hugh Load, my partner is Bill Flannel, and my name is Sunday. I was sitting at the table in the squad room. I could see Bill was fretting over something. “Out with it,” I said. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?” “Well, I didn’t want to bother you,” he started. “Well, don’t then,” I responded, knowing that this wouldn’t stop what was to come next. “It’s just that Eileen hasn’t seen you in forever. How about you come over for dinner tonight?” “I really can’t impose on you,” I said. “It’s no problem. Eileen’s making roast beef. There will be plenty. You could stay the night if you want. Eileen just sewed up a new batch of prefold diapers you could wear. They’re brand new. Never been worn. I can even have her throw them in the dryer for a few minutes. They’ll be nice and warm when you put them on.” “Now, Bill. You know I’m a disposable man.” “You really should try it, Joe. Better for your skin. Better for the environment. You can’t beat the feeling of a nice warm diaper straight ouf of the dryer.” “Well, maybe another time.” “Like I said, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

https://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/2024/03/christina-applegate-gets-candid-about-ms-says-she-wears-a-diaper/

After church, the parents split up, with Dad taking the two older kids to the middle school and mom taking the two younger ones to the middle school. Each parent delivered changing supplies to the respective school nurse, who had been already briefed on the situation. KATIE: Katie made her way to class and sat down next to her friend, Alex. “You’ve got a smudge on your face,” Alex said. “Ashes. It’s Ash Wednesday. We’ve already been to church.” “Oh,” Alex said. “You gotta go around like that all day?” “That isn’t even the half of it,” Katie said rolling her eyes. “What?” Alex said. Katie was about to explain but thought better of it. “Never mind.” JOHNNY: Johnny entered his third-grade class. He looked around to see if anybody noticed his diaper, but nobody noticed. He sat down nervously, feeling the bulk around his middle. The teacher came over and whispered to him. “I understand what you’re going through. If you need to change, feel free to leave and go to the nurse anytime.” Class droned on, and by the time lunch came around, he was starting to relax. Nobody seemed to pay him any mind. A couple had made jokes about the ashes on his forehead, but nobody noticed the diaper. After lunch, he realized he had to pee. He tried to hold it, but it wasn't easy. Finally, the final bell rang. He stood to head for the bus and realized he couldn’t hold it. He stopped and flooded the diaper. He looked around to see if anybody noticed, but everybody else was headed for the exits and not paying attention to him. He felt the weight of the now-soaked diaper sagging on him. He’d change when he got home. DAD: James got to work and set about his morning routine. He kicked open the mail application on his computer, and started through his inbox, taking sips of coffee between messages. After getting through the incoming, he headed out to the coffee maker for another cup. After finishing that, he realized he needed to pee. Maybe all this coffee wasn’t a good idea. He went back to his office and tried to overcome thirty-five years of toilet training. Finally, he got it going. How much could this diaper take? He had stuck a spare and some wipes in his briefcase, but he had left that in his car. He decided he’d stick it out until lunch time. Then, he headed out to the local sub shop, ducking into the men’s room. He released one more time into the diaper and changed it. So far, so good. MOM: Jane returned from dropping the kids off and started doing things around the house. Soon, she felt pressure in her gut. Oh, my. What was she going to do? She could use the toilet, but that wouldn’t set a good example for the kids. Why had she agreed to all this? She could stand it no more. She bent over slightly and let it come out. A brief moment of relief was replaced with the sensation of the feces being confined against her skin by the diaper. Yuck. She gingerly walked to the bathroom. She lowered the soiled diaper down and grabbed a wipe. It came off covered in poop, but she still had a lot of mess on her. She gave up and started the shower.

As underwear, they look even dumber than boxer briefs (which I think are silly to begin with).

Reminds me of the Dolce and Gabana puffer coat and diaper:

My wife has had me pull up the diaper over her rear while we were having sex. Never pinned it that way, just held it in place.

The translation of their web site is amusing "Prevents the underwear from getting dirty due to general problems with the bottom."

Darn kids. I remember when Depends were white before they switched to the hideous institutional green.

Keeps them from rusting as well.

Many years ago, the woman who I eventually married found my stash and we spent an evening doing a nice show and tell.

It's the bridge from the song "She's My Girl."

One of my favorite Lent lines comes in a song by Tom Lehrer: The girl that I lament for The girl my money's spent for The girl my back is bent for The girl I owe the rent for The girl I gave up Lent for Is the girl that heaven meant for me

I just got a pair of Beta plastic pants from MyInnerBaby. They look right, perhaps a touch thinner than the old Comcos. I've not had a chance to try them on yet.

Pay no attention to the man (wearing just a diaper) behind the curtain.