IminWetPampers

Sitting here in a soaked Rearz Lil Monsters diaper, drinking my morning coffee, about to add my own Lil Monsters to my diaper.

You and me both buddy, I’d kill to be able to fit into Pampers again!!

She changed me into Pampers as that was all there were at that point. Also baby wipes hadn’t been invented yet (all they had were “Wet Ones” the precursor to the baby wipe) but she did powder my diaper area and my bum with baby powder.

I use Huggies Little Movers size 6 as boosters in my diapers (I like the way the Velcro on the front of them holds them in place in my big baby diapers.

The diaper change was quick and efficient but not too much fun (not like when my mother would change me or like when my wife/mommy changes me now. Yes the nurse put me in a fresh diaper (especially since that’s all I had to wear because my pants and underwear were still soaking wet sitting in a plastic bag waiting for when my mother came to pick me up.

I don’t doubt that you enjoy being changed on the changing table, I know I sure did back when I had one. I also liked it when mommy would just lie t the side of my crib and just change me there.

You’re absolutely right, I did LOVE IT, I just had to make sure that it didn’t look like I loved it. And when I pooped in my diaper I was so happy I could’ve jumped for joy but I just sat down in my messy diaper away from the rest of the class and spread my legs and peed and then lay back and sucked my thumb for a couple of minutes while I listened to the teacher dealing with the kindergartners. But once I heard her go silent I knew it was time for me to stop sucking my thumb and try to act like I hadn’t pooped and peed in my diaper until the teacher smelled my poop and started checking the kids (I thought I’d gotten away with it when she found one of the kindergartners with poopy pants but after that kid was sent to get a change and the poopy smell remained it was only a matter of time until she found me. But I took my time waking (or rather waddling) to the nurse’s office in my wet and messy diaper.

Well I think that ABDL diapers are just as cute as actual baby diapers but I can see your point. It’s funny because the diapers I wore for the majority of my life were plain white diapers with no prints or anything but I find that I really like the prints and babyish look of ABDL diapers now

What made me start wearing 24/7? Which time? Now or when I was a kid?? When I was a kid I started wearing diapers 24/7 when I watched a 6 year old girl deliberately wet her pants and get put in Pampers and then on the way home my mom and I stopped to do some grocery shopping and when we got to the diaper aisle I begged her to buy me some Pampers and to make a long story short she did and when we got home she put me back in Pampers and I wore them 24/7 until I was 7. As for now I’d been wearing diapers on and off for most of my life but after I turned 30 I decided that I’d had enough of the on and off business and decided that I’d go back to wearing diapers 24/7/365 and so I did and I’ve been wearing diapers 24/7 ever since. I’m now 51 and I have no intentions of ever stopping wearing diapers and at this point it’s just as well because I’m pretty much diaper dependent now. I mean if I really try I can hold my poop for 5-10 minutes or so but after that I’m gonna poop my pants and I have practically no control of my bladder so if I wasn’t wearing diapers I’d end up peeing myself wherever whenever. So my wife/mommy insists that I wear diapers 24/7. Of course wearing diapers and using them 24/7 is what led to my loss of bladder control. But I don’t care, I LOVE wearing diapers and I love the fact that I’m diaper dependent, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Want to be? I thought you were a baby again my friend, just like me (he says after just having pooped in his diaper).

Well since I was back in Pampers at the age of 4.5 I really didn’t get much of a chance to have too many accidents in my pants, I mean I peed and pooped in my diapers all the time but I didn’t have too many accidents. One of the few that I remember was when I was in between the periods of wearing diapers between 7 and 8 years old. I was in class and I felt the need to pee building fairly quickly because I had forgotten to go at recess and so I raised my hand to ask permission to go but I had been paying so much attention to my increasing need to pee that I hadn’t been listening to my teacher who was looking for volunteers to come up and do a Matt problem on the blackboard. So when I put my hand up I was one of the people picked to go up to the blackboard and solve the math problem and when I tried to explain that I was trying to ask to go to the washroom I was told that I could go after I finished the problem on the board and after the other student who was using the washroom came back. So I walked up to the blackboard and started trying to do the math problem but I knew that I was moments away from wetting my pants (and I was wearing faded blue jeans, which would make it so much more noticeable). I was about halfway through the problem when the dam burst and I froze as I began peeing in my pants. I knew I was doomed and I looked down at my jeans to see the crotch quickly darkening and glistening with wetness. One of my classmates shouted, “Look!! Mike’s peeing his pants!!” The class immediately started laughing as pee was streaming down the insides of my legs and forming a puddle at my feet. My teacher, Mrs. Lauder called the class to attention and said she was taking me to the nurse’s office and she escorted me down and left me in the nurse’s care. The nurse looked at me and shook her head and told me, “Come on, you know the drill…take off your pants and underwear and put them in this…” indicating the plastic bag she was holding. While I did as instructed she rummaged through her filing cabinet and produced a diaper, wipes and baby powder. Once I had removed my wet clothing she helped me onto the examination table (which might’ve just as well been a changing table for all I knew) and wiped me clean and slid the diaper under me and dusted me with baby powder before doing up the tapes. Then she told me that she didn’t have any other clothes for me to wear so I’d have to go back to class in just the diaper and that she’d have to call my mom to come and get me but there was only a half an hour before lunch so I wouldn’t have to suffer too long. So I was forced to go back to my classroom in just a diaper and wait for my mom to come and get me. To make a long story short my mom wasn’t able to come and get me so I was forced to go and spend the afternoon in the kindergarten classroom because my teacher didn’t want me in class in just a diaper because she thought it would cause too much of a disruption. I ended up pooping in my diaper later in the afternoon because the kindergarten teacher was busy with her class and wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom so I was sent back to the nurse’s office to get my diaper changed but it would only be a couple of months before I was back in diapers again full time.

I’m surprised that they didn’t fit you when you were 10, I managed to fit into them until I was 12 and of course I continued to wear them until I was 22 (by taping 3 of them together to make a bigger diaper). And I do remember the smell of my diapers right before I pooped and peed in them and how good they felt during and after.

No unfortunately he moved away about 6 months after that. I have no idea if he continued to wear diapers or if he’s even alive.

Goodnights may have been handy back then but I still would’ve preferred Pampers (hell I still do, I just don’t fit in them).

That would depend on how wet the diaper was when I was done peeing myself.

I thought pull-ups were just wannabe diapers (close but no cigar) but they were close enough that I thought they were supposed to be peed in. That’s why I wear diapers, not in case I need to pee in them but because I’m supposed to pee in them, that’s what they’re for. I don’t wear diapers in case I pee in them, I wear diapers because I’m going to pee in them.

Did anyone get raspberries blown on their tummy? Occasionally my mommy would blow raspberries on my tummy to the point that I’d end up wetting my diaper that she had just changed me into.

And every time you wet your diaper an angel gets his wings!!?

I wish you could too brother. ???

@rusty pins While I agree with most of your points and agree that the Speedo argument is indeed a feeble stance the core idea I’m trying to convey hasn’t changed. Things change, some things that used to be socially unacceptable are now considered acceptable even fine and some things that were socially acceptable are now appalling and I do have an example or two but I’d rather not have to use them for fear that they might be misconstrued and spike an even bigger argument. All I’m trying to say is that (hopefully) at some point it might be socially acceptable to be seen in public, maybe in some far distant future where people have the freedom to express themselves and wear what they want to wear without people getting offended by what someone chooses to wear. There are quite a few things that people used to consider offensive that are part of mainstream media that people are just supposed to go along with whether they agree with it or not. So who knows what the future will look like.

@~Brian~ i understand your point but I would argue that it’s perfectly acceptable for people to wear a Speedo in public and a Speedo covers considerably less of your body than a diaper so why isn’t it considered indecent exposure to wear a Speedo when a diaper covers more surface area and it’s about 20 times as thick.

Well unfortunately no, I still have control of my poop and when I was in diapers after the age of 4.5 I was completely diaper dependent, (actually that didn’t happen until I’d been back in diapers for close to a year) not only did I not have control over my poop but half the time I didn’t even know I had to poop until I either smelled it or felt it in my diaper and while I might only be able to hold it for about 10 minutes (maybe 20 if I really concentrate) I still know that I have to poop these days. I’d lo be able ro go back to the way I was when I was 6 and was pooping unaware and uncontrollably.

Well that wasn’t the only time he stayed over and wasn’t the only time he wore diapers.

I still get checked like I did when I was a kid, if she suspects that I’m wet mommy will drop my pants and put a couple of fingers in the leg gathers of my diaper and if she thinks I’m messy she’ll again drop my pants and pull the back of my diaper away from my bum and either take a sniff or peer down into the seat of my diaper to see if she can see poopy. (Of course some times it’s quite obvious that I need a diaper change because my diaper has leaked all down my pants in which case she’ll give me a diaper change but I don’t get any pants even if we’re out in public).

Oh it’s happened to me plenty of times but I don’t go anywhere without a thick and thirsty diaper on and I’m not the least bit shy about using it because that’s why I wear them.