scruffybunny

Not much of a story I'm afraid but it is a bunch of typing to be sure. I was going to post elsewhere but realized that this is still probably the most appropriate place. So this is what I wrote: I was once asked about my diaper fetish (in my dreams, of course) and then I wound up here and was actually allowed, if you catch my drift, to try to explain it. The simple and probably only important reason is that a big diaper and a crinkly pair of pink plastic pants are just hot. But that ain't much of an exposition. So, this is all I know: When I was a young boy (4), I was blessed(!) with a baby brother. This was the early seventies so it was all cloth and gerber baby pants. It occurred to me that I wouldn't mind wearing them myself. As such, I would sneak around the nursery and try to make off with a set of pants - the diapers themselves were less interesting to me at the time. Looking back, and remembering how hard it was as a teenager to indulge, I have to give my young self credit for knowing my desire and just acting on it. I was an imp but I'm sure that I looked pretty cute in a tight pair of white plastic underpants (still do, obviously!) I'll spare you the psycho-babble; however, if you're AB, feel free to indulge in some babbling - it's pretty cute, you sweet little things. I'll join you later! And then, I grew up, so to speak. And with every additional inch and each and every pound, and all the longings for this or that young lady, there remained, somewhere in my mind, somewhere in my past, that deep and unforgettable desire to be powdered, swathed and protected in, ya, you guessed it, a diaper and those delicious pants with the elastic waist and leg bands. My friends, I have been in a few and fantastic relationships and never once breathed a word. Mind you, at the time, it never seemed to be a problem but looking back, after all the conversations about "what fantasy do you want to play out", I regret not having thrown my cards in and just going for it - especially since there was one who I know now would have gone for it. DOH! So, now I am old and I type and I internet and I even google occassionaly and what, I wonder, do I do all this for (apart from a paycheque?) Diapers, apparently. And the best thing about this series of tubes is that I have grown (if you'll excuse the expression) by discovering much more about my sexuality then I ever could have as a sad teenager in a pair of home made diapers and a ratty old copy of playboy. I have learned, for example, that my desire is far more complex then I ever thought it could be. I am at the point where a classification like AB/DL only begins to describe my basic sexual nature. I now know that although Baby Time is a ton of fun, toddlering around is a damn good way to spend the afternoon also. If you are sometimes allowed to do it as a little girl then all the better. And, certainly, a spanking from mommy on little boy's bum is only made sweeter when you know daddy's firm discipline isn't far behind. Sorry, I was getting a little excited there. The thing that really stranged me out was that apart from being AB/DL, I found I also dig (in no particular order) being a toddler, a sissy (little boy 'forced', little girl 'willing'), a sissy baby (they have the cutest clothes), and a 'straight' little boy who wants to pway with same. And, oddly it seems, a Daddy - a Daddy to a sweet AB girl (XX girl.) I should point out that I am not currently a Daddy or, sadly, able to live any of those other pleasure I listed. I was only enumerating the things that come to mind, from time to time What an adventure! Bunny, Le Scruff. p.s. cheers to all and Go, Leafs, Go!

I haven't been here in a while (well, to be honest, I haven't posted in a while!) And, I don't think this is the right forum so I'll just say Hello once again and then look for the right place to tell my own little story. In the meantime, thanks for the welcome, gents.

Gonna de-lurk long enough to say Hello as it seems the appropriate thing to do. If you know yourself then you probably know me so I'll spare you the "how I came to be in diapers" story. It's a good one of course but never as sweet as the first time you got yourself into a nice thick one (and, hopefully, a good pair of plastic pants!) and realized that it is time to pee. So, three cheers for human sexuality. And, if that's not your thing, three cheers for absorbency. Either way, it is all good. Scruff.

Yo, Funnybunny, I dig the nick. Welcome aboard. Scruffy