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My two comments on age I like is: I find it very disconcerting being the same age as old people. and People often mistake me for an adult because of my age.

This was a while back, but still I was old enough to be her father (or grandfather). Twice I've been caught carrying a diaper to a public restroom. One as just "That's a diaper." The second was, "That's a big diaper." I should have told her, "I'm a big baby" but I didn't think of it.

Years ago I was at Walgreens and plopped a bag of Depends and a box of baby wipes down at the register. Making small talk, the girl at the register asked how old my baby was. I pointed at the Depends and said both purchases were for me. She got really embarrassed.

I switched to YT premium or something along those lines so I don't have those things popping up. Not just my phone but I tend to watch YT from time to time on the regular TV. Oddly, while I do get a NSC or Protex add from time to time in my regular browser, it's seems like I get the TEMU (and similar sites) more often than not. I do like Chrome's ability to have multiple personas to keep things straight.

2-3 megamaxes a day.

Except that as distasteful as you find it, it isn't against the law. Lewdness generally requires showing the private parts or performing or simulation a sexual act or masturbation. Showing off your underwear doesn't quite fall under the statute.

My wife comes in this morning and says she's just finished the laundry and there was only one pair of my underwear and that had lace on it. (Yeah, I'm pretty much 24/7 these days).

A safe bet is to assume everybody here is fake. There's not really any vetting going on (nor is such needed).

I was right. There were a few taunts and cracks about the diaper, but not really any worse than the ones levelled at us for being in pajamas all the time. We did a few more dances and movies and I dreamed of another time when we could share a bed together. Maybe I should ask Mom if I could have a sleepover. Eventually, we did have some sleepovers. My parents were going out so I spent a night at Abbie’s. Then one time we asked if we could just do it without the babysitting excuse, and we were able to do it. As spring progressed, we started counting the days to summer vacation. It was also getting warmer. While the footies were fine for sleeping, wearing them in the daytime started to get less comfortable. The diaper underneath wasn’t helping that. I casually mentioned the heat issues to mom. I knew I still had the silk pajamas that Abbie got me back during spirit week. I wondered if she still had hers. At last, school was out for the summer. The next morning I got up late, not having any reason to do otherwise. Mom came in to do my morning diaper change and let me out of the sleeper. When she was done with the diaper, she pulled something out of my dresser. She put it over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. It seemed to be a t-shirt, or at least made out of the stuff that you would make a t-shirt. She then reached between my legs and pulled the cloth together and snapped it. Standing up, I saw what it was. It was a onesie. It covered the diaper, but left my legs bare. It was also a bit snugger than the sleeper. I looked in the mirror. There would be no doubt I had a diaper on under this. I went down to eat breakfast and while I was cleaning up afterward, I heard the doorbell ring. Mom answered it and soon Abbie appeared also in a onesie. “I see you have one, too,” I told her. “It’s what all the fashionable babies are wearing,” she giggled. “Baby is right. This doesn’t leave anything to imagination about what we have underneath.” “Yeah, don’t worry. The whole school knows we had diapers under our sleepers.” I had to admit she was right. We made plans to go to the movies. Walking into the mall, I was a little nervous about how I was dressed, but nobody seemed to be paying any mind. It was less attention than we got at school in the sleepers. Then I saw a little girl. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at us. She pulled at her mother’s hand and pointed at us. I could tell she was asking why we were dressed like this or whether we were really wearing diapers or something. Her mother looked at us and then turned both of them away. I still saw the girl look back over her shoulder and giggle at us. We got into the movie and got our sodas knowing that we would just pee the diaper if we needed to go. After the movie let out, Abbie led me to the mall bathrooms. “What’s up?” I asked. “I’m going to change this sodden diaper.” “How?” She held up the little backpack she had been carrying. “This isn’t a purse. I mean, I’m using it for one, but it is more. It’s a diaper bag.” She led me to a door that said “family bathroom.” She went inside and went up to a padded counter top. She opened her bag and spread out a pad, wipes, and a clean diaper. She hopped up, unsnapped her onesie, and proceeded to change. I looked away. When she was done she asked, “Do you want to change? I have a spare diaper with me.” I dithered a bit and she added, “I’ll help.” She set out the new diaper and patted the pad she had been using. I got up on the counter. She unsapped my oneisie and undid the diaper and took the wipes and cleaned me off. She slid a new diaper under me and was just doing up the tapes when the door opened and a small boy and his mother entered. The boy stared at me and then turned to his mother. “That big boy is getting his diaper changed. Why?” The mother looked at us and then grabbed the boy’s hand. “Because he wets himself. If you don’t stop doing that, you might end up like him.” She pulled him into one of the bathroom stalls. I felt really small as Abbie, snapped my onsie closed. “All done,” she announced. “That wasn’t too bad?” “Except for that boy and his mother.” “Don’t worry about it.” We washed our hands and headed out through the mall doing a bit of window shopping until arrivng at the door where Abbie’s mother was due to pick us up. She gave me a kiss. “I like being with you. Next time maybe you can change my diaper.”

So, it's test rabbit time. Again. Today we'll be testing ... Adult diapers Who can stay the longest without pissing in the diaper. Shall we spin the wheel of death? The loser drinks a beer. Argh, do you want to ? Can't find words anymore. I want us to play for a diuretic pill. I'm going to writhe in pain because I give in. Shut up and drink. You shake your bones a lot? I am completely true. I am about to pee. Now don't interrupt by talking. Fucking drink that shit. Can you take one for the team? Yes! Can you zoom out? Yes. Argh, there it went! Am I sorry I'm not close to being finished. It's still running I am going now How wild is it? Shut up, it's fun! No No No Are you ok out there? No, I'm still peeing.

This is why it's a bad idea to hold back when drinking beer We've tested a number of pee myths with urologist Jan Viberg Jepsen - here you can read what's right and wrong about pee and 'peeing'. It's Friday. You're at a party. It's been an hour since you drank your first beer - and you can now feel it making its way down the waste chute and pressing into the waste container. That is, your bladder. You consider holding out for another hour, believing that your bladder might expand and you might not have to go to the toilet quite as often as if you gave in to the urge to pee right away. We have addressed this and other myths and questions about pee to urologist Jan Viberg Jepsen from Herlev Hospital, to get them confirmed or debunked right away. But before you dive into the pee myths in the list below, do yourself a favor and watch the video above. Herlev Hospital, to confirm or deny them right away. Two idiots and test rabbits compete to last the longest while consuming various liquids to make the task even more difficult. Luckily, they are equipped with adult diapers. 1. You can drink too much water The short answer: Yes. The doctor's answer: - Water can be toxic to the body - that is, ordinary tap water. It does not contain any essential salts, and although humans consist mostly of water, we also contain some specific salts, potassium and sodium. - If you drink too much tap water without salts, you dilute the fluid in your body, and the concentration of sodium and potassium drops. This can cause problems with your heart rhythm. - But you have to drink a lot of water. Maybe 6-7 liters a day before the body can't keep up. It reacts very quickly if the balance is off. - Those who experience water intoxication are often mentally ill, who have a terrible urge to drink water. It can also be in connection with a large intake of medication. 2. You urinate in bed if you get your finger in some water while you sleep The short answer: No The doctor's answer: - No. 3. Does letting water run help with urination The short answer: Yes, it's proven. The doctor's answer: - There are some things that can subconsciously affect urination. When you hear water running, you don't have to be very old to be affected. For example, if you have a man who can't empty his bladder properly and needs to learn to urinate more frequently, we always recommend that he turn on the tap if he has difficulty urinating. It works reflexively. 4. It's a good idea to hold back when drinking beer, because then you have to urinate less The short answer: No. The doctor's answer: - You can't limit urine production. You can hold back, but then the urine builds up in the bladder. It's also possible to expand your bladder, but it doesn't happen in one night. If you really want to do it, you have to train your bladder over several months. But it's a bad idea, as it can cause cystitis because you don't empty it properly. 5. You can't pee with an erect penis (mostly for girls) The short answer: Yes. The doctor's answer: - I think almost all men have had to do it. But the labia majora put pressure on the urethra, so in some cases it can be really difficult. 6. If you can pee red with beets, can you also pee blue? The short answer: Yes and no. The doctor's answer: - Yes, that's true about beets. But I don't know of any foods that can make you pee blue. - However, there is a dye, methylene blue, that can color your pee blue if you consume it. We use it if we need to see if urine is coming out in the wrong places. 7. Why does it sting when Lasse from the editorial team pee? The short answer: Something is wrong. The doctor's answer: - He should probably see his doctor. And it should be said that five or ten years ago, when you had to be examined, you always had to have a cotton swab up your tube. This made many men refrain from going to the doctor. - Today, the vast majority of doctors do a urine test instead. So you can safely pat him on the back if he's nervous about going to the doctor.

I have one pair of footies. They were a microfiber pair I found at Target (or some place like that) years ago. Woman's XL but fits me well enough. My wife got me some other one-piece pjs (no feet) but I have some baby booties that I wear with those.

If I search for the show on the main site, it offers to let me subscribe for 69 KR. There are some clips on YouTube, but not this one as near as I can find.

Amazon is easy but may not be any bargain. They jack up the prices to cover the "free" shipping.

Usually standing (don't really need to squat or bendover). Sometimes I've had to do it in the car.

Yes, from time to time I wear these when I'm going to be home all day.

I know how it is. Hopefully, it's something like a nail in it that they can pull out and plug. My local tire place has a jar full of things they've removed from people's tires.

I started by using towels and plastic garbage bags. I then managed to bike to the pharmacy and later drive when I got a license.

Monday morning came and I prepared myself for the same old grind. On my way to school, I daydreamed about being with Abby again in our sleepers. I wandered toward my homeroom when I saw Abby run up. She was wearing a sleeper. “Guess what?” “What?” I asked. “Mom asked me if I really wanted to go around in sleepers all the time. I thought hard about it and said yes. She said that was good because she thought that would be the case.” “So you’re going to wear them all the time?” “Yes, mom said it had to be all or nothing. She took away all my other clothes.” “Wow. And underwear?” “Diapers.” I smiled. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yes.” She looked around to see if anybody was watching and then gave me a kiss. And so it began. Abby and I became known as the Jammie Twins. Occasionally, there was some ribbing, but by and large, people didn’t pay us much mind. Still I think it bothered Abby a bit to be diapered but she never expressed it to me other than griping about having to change after a poop. We were just those who liked to wear comfortable outfits. There were other kids that wore pajamas to school from time to time, but we led the way. Then one day someone asked Abby how she got out of the sleeper to use the bathroom as it must be hard with the zipper in the back. “Or are you just wearing diapers,” the girl joked. Abby turned red and she couldn’t come up with an answer. “Oh my god,” the girl said and then patted Abby’s rear. “You are wearing diapers.” Abby broke down. She came running to me. “I screwed up. Now everybody knows.” “Knows what?” I asked trying to calm her down. “That we wear diapers.” I was a little taken back, but I tried to not let it show. I hugged Abby. “We’ll get over this just like everything else.”

Just wow. What was the official start date. I've been on since June of 2006.

I only watch it for the commercials. I'll watch it tomorrow because there's a neighborhood game watch party going on so it will be more fun than whatever is on the TV.

She ran up and hugged me. “We match again!” I ran my hand down the soft fleece of her sleeper and felt her rear. She was clearly diapered. “In more ways than one.” Abbie related to me how she noticed that her sleeper had disappeared from her dresser. She had assumed her mother and discarded it to stop her wearing it. She was really thinking she’d be in normal clothes over the weekend. “But you’re happy you’re not, I take it.” “Yes. I wasn’t hoping for the diaper, but I’ll take it.” Abby and I played games untiil dinner and then watched some TV. Mom called us up to get changed for bed. As she rezipped my sleeper she took a needle and thread out. “I’m going to put a couple of stiches here at the top of the zipper. It won’t stop you from taking these off but I’ll know if it happens.” I was confused and watched as she repeated the process on Abbie’s sleeper. “Now get to bed.” She directed us both to my bedroom. “I guess we can sleep together tonight,” I said. “Yeah, I guess our Moms theink these things are enough like chastity belts.” We laughed. We got into bed and I turned out the light. We kissed for a bit and then snuggled off to sleep. We got up the next morning and I stood next to the bed and dumped a load. “You just pooped didn’t you?” she asked. “Yep, you should, too. Mom will be up soon to change us.” Abbie looked distressed but then smiled. “I’ll never get used to this part. It’s gross.” “Yeah, it’s worse when it happens at school and I have to sit in it until I can get to the nurse.” “Ewww.” Sure enough mom changed us and we made plans for the day. I wanted to maximize our sleeper time together. We planned to go to movies again. The whole weekend passed all too quickly. Sunday evening Abby’s mom came and my mom handed her a bag. “These are her normal clothes.” Abby got to wear her sleeper home.

Abbie and I played the rest of the day and then I heard Mom announced that Abbie’s parents had arrived to take her home. She gave me another kiss as she gathered up her things. It had been a fun weekend with us both in our sleepers. Maybe we could do it again. Monday morning I got to school and looked for Abbie. Part of me hoped she’d be in her sleeper, but that was dashed when I saw her dressed in normal clothes. “No pajamas today?” I asked. “I thought about it, but I think my parents are thinking me a bit strange for spending so much time in them.” “But you look so cute in yours,” I admitted. She smiled and gave me a pat on the rear. The weeks progressed as usual. I saw Abbie at lunch and around school. Another dance approached. I decided to ask Abbie if she wanted to go. She immediately agreed, and I asked if she would wear her sleeper and she agreed. Mom dropped me at the dance, and I searched for Abbie. To my dismay, she was not wearing her sleeper. She must of sensed my disappointment. She gave me a brief kiss. “I got dressed in my pajamas but Mom stopped me and told me to go put something else on. She grilled me about all this pajama wearing all the way hear.” I was sorry to hear that. Still, she was wearing a short dress that I’d never seen before and looked good. I gave her a hug and slid my and down on her rear. I frowned. Panties. Still, we had a good time, and we kissed again before heading to our respective parents’ cars. I moped a bit after that. Abbie was great, but why was I obsessed with her wearing a sleeper. Was it just that I was looking for a kindred spirit since I didn’t want to be the only one dressed like this? Was it just that I felt closer when we were together matching? I didn’t know. A few weeks passed and Abbie announced her parents were going to travel again and she’d be staying with us. My spirits brightened. Abbie told me that her mother had already dropped a bag off at my house so she would just come home from school with me. We got home and mom had baked cookies for our guest. I liked that. “Did my mom, drop off my bag,” Abbie asked my mother. “Yes, it’s right here.” My mom held up a small bag. It was clear it didn’t have much more than a toothbrush and the like in it. “No clothes?” Abbie said, confused. “I’m taking care of that,” my Mom said. “Come with me.” A few minutes later, Abbie returned. She was wearing a sleeper, very much like mine.

The next morning, Abbie came down in her sleeper. “How’d it go last night?” “Interesting. I like sleeping in this. I have to pee now.” “You didn’t use the diaper yet?” “No.” “Well, you should. It’s part of the experience.” Abbie thought about it a bit. She squirmed a bit in the chair and then finally stood. I saw her stare off in the distance. Then she turned to me. “Done.” “What do you think?” I asked. “Not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I’m all warm. I thought I’d feel wet.” “These diapers soak it up pretty well.” We ate breakfast and then Mom asked if we needed a change. She took Abbie up first and then came for me. “I’ve got a clean diaper on,” Abbie admitted. “Going for the full experience?” I smiled. “Well, I’m not sure I can stand pooping in one. I might chicken out of that if your Mom will let me.” “She probably will. She’ll cut you slack that she won’t do with me.” We played some games around the house for most of the morning and after lunch I suggested we go to a movie. “Like this?” she asked. “That’s the only way I can go. You went to the dance in the sleeper. Why not?” She dithered for a bit. “Besides, you knew people at school. We’ll just be in the dark in the theater.” “OK.” I cleared it with Mom and she agreed to drive us to the theater. After we got our tickets I went to the concessions counter and got a large tub of pop corn and two large Cokes. Abbie’s eyes grew large at the size of things. “You don’t have to worry about the Coke. You’ve got your diaper on so you don’t need to get up.” “I guess there are some advantages,” she said. We got to our seats. As the movie progressed, we consumed the popcorn and drinks. I had already wet my diaper when Abbie put her hand on my crotch and smiled. She guided my hand to hers so I would know she was wet. Then she kissed me. It felt good, so I gave her a longer kiss back. I could get used to this. As we were heading back to the lobby, I asked her how she was. “You’re a great kisser.” “What about the other stuff?” “I wet myself like three times. This thing is really bulky and saggy now.” I smiled. “Mom will change us when we get home.” We had some milk and cookies before bed. As Abbie finished hers, I poured her another and smiled. She smiled back as she consumed the extra portion. The following day she came down. “I’m really saggy,” she said. I smiled. The extra liquids had helped. After breakfast, I stood and turned to her. “I’m going to have my morning poop. Care to join me?” Without giving her a chance to answer, I filled my diaper. I looked imploring at her. After a moment, she relented, and I observed her pushing out a load into her diaper. “This is pretty disgusting,” she said. “Can we get your Mom to change us before I have to sit down in this mess.” “Sure, thing.”