nenog613

Navy Logistics Specialist (f.k.a. Storekeeper)

was there like an update on this or something? this is an old story

no, dry on both trips, thank god. since it was dry i could always just slip it back into my luggage without anyone noticing. don't know what i'd do if i actually had to try to hide a wet pull-up while sharing a room with three other eighth graders

1. fit. if i can't where it, what good is it 2. plastic back 3. design

i stopped for good when i was 14. i went on one Boy Scout camp out when i was in the sixth or seventh grade and i went on my eighth grade class trip to Washington and had to sneak wear Goodnites to bed. really lucked out big time on the Washington trip because we were four to a room and two to a bed, but ended up getting the bed all to myself because the guy who was supposed to be my bunkmate was really homophobic and decided to sleep on the floor the entire trip rather than share a bed with another guy. so i was able to slip by pull ups on and off under the covers every night and not have to worry about getting caught (which was my biggest fear on the trip)

i'm in a similar boat as you, and i always just say i'm bi, but i don't think its accurate. i get really turned on by the idea of having sex with guys (and mtf transgender, and think about it probably a more than i think about sex with girls), but i'm not sexually attracted to guys. like at all. even if objectively i think a guy is handsome or good looking, i have absolutely no interest in them sexually (which has made actually following through on these fantasies largely a series of repeated failures). it finally dawned on me the reason i get turned on by the idea of sex with guys is basically the same reason i get turned on by wearing diapers. the excitement of diapers is the thought of being humiliated, which puts me in a submissive role, and when i fantasize about sex with other guys its always with me in the submissive role. so for me, wanting to have sex with other guys is more of a fetish than an orientation

i was 14 in summer school and had to pee really badly, but for some reason i was really embarrassed about it and didn't want to raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom. besides, i knew we had a brake coming up in a little bit, so i decided to hold it...and hold it...and hold it...until i literally couldn't hold it any more, and involuntarily wet myself. of course as luck would have it, three minutes later it was break time. naturally i don't get up because i know i'm f***ing dead and everyone is going to see. school ends and its time to face the music, and to this day i still don't know how, but somehow i managed to go from my classroom through the crowded hallway to outside, in my mom's car, and finally home without anyone (including my mom) noticing i wet my pants

bed wetter until 13 or 14

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it varies. sometimes its one and done, other time i wet them over and over. but the limit is when walking in a diaper is more annoying than enjoyable

yeah, i've been into diapers since early puberty. being an abdl wasn't the problem (though it did suck i could rarely wear diapers), it was the constant bullshit and gross incompetence. on the ship i was a supply runner, so i'd have to go from my shop at the very front of the ship all the way to the back of the ship and down to the lowest deck to the storeroom only to find no one there, then race back to my shop and call up the people in charge of it to say there's no one there; they'd repeatedly assure me someone is there, so i'd go back and nope, no one there, so back to my shop. call them up again, and they say "Oh, okay, well we'll send someone down there". back to the storeroom a third time, wait 10 minutes in a large room with no air conditioning (and luckily its only 110 degrees outside and we have to wear turtle necks) until someone shows up, get the part, go all up to the top deck and through a maze to get the squadron who ordered the part, only to have some chief call me lazy because "It shouldn't take this long!" then finally back down to my shop only to be handed a stack of 15 more orders to get. of course, that was just on days with a light work load, not days with resupplies, COD deliveries, etc. then i went to the marine base and had the biggest dipshit in the history of not just the US Navy, not just the US military, but any military in history as my immediate supervisor (in a shop of two people), and for the next two years i was his personal whipping boy. he blamed me for everything, and when i say everything i mean everything. no shit he once forgot something on an order form, forgot to CC me on the email when he sent it out, and didn't find out about the error until the day of, and wrote me up for it because "we're supposed to double check each other's work and i should have spotted the mistake". when i asked the obvious follow up question of how the f*** am i supposed to double check something i didn't know about because it was never sent to me, his response: "I shouldn't have to tell you how to do your job". then there was the usual bullshit of when he had to come in early, i had to come in early, and when he had to stay late, i had to stay late (four hours one time for the all important task of cleaning my desk and re-ordering the filing cabinet because he had duty and couldn't go home), because in case something happened "we need both of us here". but whenever i had to come in early or stay late, surprise surprise, "Well there's no real reason for both of us to be here". it was so bad it got to the point that every Saturday afternoon a wave of depression and anxiety would crash over me because the day was almost over, which means it was almost Sunday, and then back to work. you know your job sucks when you're living less than a quarter mile from the beach in southern California, get not only every weekend off but a 3-day or 4-day weekend once a month, can drive to San Diego, LA or even Las Vegas, and would rather be on a ship working 12+ hours a day, seven days a week for a ten months (with albeit a brief 3-day port call every month and a half), and sharing a room with 100+ guys while sleeping in a slot in the wall so narrow if you want to roll over you actually have to get out of bed to do it. so yeah, not wearing diapers was the least of my problems

yes, unfortunately. i thought being stuck on a carrier for eight months was the worst period of my life...then i got stationed at a marine base

when not wearing regular underwear, diapers, padded training pants, and panties in that order

usually went it gets around to being my private alone time, if i'm thinking about wearing a diaper i flip a coin. if it comes up saying i should wear, i do. if it comes up saying i shouldn't...i flip a coin to see if i should "re-flip" to see if i should wear, and and repeat until i get the right answer. is it completely unnecessary? yes, but any hesitation or anxiousness about using up a diaper is eliminate because its not up to me. i'm just doing what the coin dictated. i then get one each of my various types of diapers, line them up, and do eeny meeny miny moe to eliminate them one by one until i end up with whichever diaper i have to wear. if that happens to be some cheap store brand diaper, i may jazz it up a bit with some plastic pants

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