Amber's Boy

I've wanted to wear diapers ever since I had to stop. The only thing I remember about potty training is not being into it. I do remember crying enough to get my baby blanket back for a week or so, but that was it. I found it again when I was 9ish. A few nights later it was just gone.

North central Illinois. Too far for a random hangout, but not too far for a planned one.

Well, being Superman is clearly the right answer. If I can pick just one power though, I want to call lightning and/or throw it. No reason.

An Irishman was drinking at the local pub. He'd had his night out, paid and left. The road to his home was long and winding, so he decided to go straight through the woods. Alas he lost his way. Stumbling drunk, he spotted a lil man clad in green, a leprechaun! He sprang upon the small man. "Alright, alright. You've caught me true and sure. I'll give ya three wishes for my release." "Well for my first wish, I suppose I want a bottle of whiskey that never is empty." "Well here ya have it then", and there was bottle in his hand. He drank from it, and before his eyes it refilled. Three times he tested it. "What is your second wish?" "Well, I'd like to know the way home." "I can show you the way." He follows the leprechaun for only a few minutes when they arrive at his home, "Now for your third wish, hurry now. I haven't much time" He takes another pull from the bottle, and watches it refill. "Well I guess I'll have another one of these."

I'm dis many. One and one and one and one. Factor that by ten, and add another one.

Had a dream last night. My buddy and I were cruising around and found a body. Cops told us the suspect was some lady on a horse. We found her, she found us? Shot me through the windshield. Huge bore, not a shotgun. Her face is burnt into my mind. Mid fifties, smooth skin, hair more salt than pepper. She didn't look angry or crazy. Just looked like she was doing work. That was the scariest part, for her it was Tuesday.

I'll tell ya true, Jerry was fucking pissed when somebody shit in the urinal down at the beach. Not cool.

I've a dual purpose, I smith both metal and truth.

That was half awake rambling. Cry your pardon. I'm doing my damndest to not sit on the potty until Monday morning. I won't likely sit even then. Not pooping is hard. I've made it this long though. Two days with only minor incidents accidents hints and allegations

So, Friday morning I decided that I wasn't going to do anything that required flushing a potty, until Monday morning. I've done really well. It's Sunday and I don't want to, but I want to. I'd like it to be an accident, but I've already had two pairs of slightly not clean pants. Like wet and not white. I've really already had two accidents. Can it be bad to purposely not make when you are generally regular?

ENTHUSI, I don't know how to link it to you. Dude I know it's like a perfect fit. Yer junk points down and yer pants work better *Kablam*. I wore the one we thought was right for awhile. I was still, I don't know, almost there? I got another one size down. Really keeps the boy in place. Nightimers will wake me for a week or so. Otherwise the fit is good, I can usually do a pee like a big boy. I mean, if I want to, I think, I haven't pushed any limits.

I like that, sometimes, sitting down makes me cum a little. Being locked up seems to make you, at least, dribble a whole bunch. Totally unexcited, I'm only taking a seat. Squirt. It's not satisfying, but it's good. It makes me want to be a big boy, but also glad that I'm not. My lock makes my pants work better. Being locked up and diapered is just plain comfy. I don't know about the rest of you. For me, without the lock, the lil buddy kinda goes where he wants. That has resulted in very many wet beds. When Mommy's peepee is put away there are almost no leaks. Weird side note My Ex woke me up and said 'You wet the bed, go change.' I felt around for a second and found that the bed was indeed wet. My diaper was not, so I wonder what happened? She argued for three or four seconds. We'd been drinking. She knew it was her, but the boy that needs magic pants for nightnight is clearly the scapegoat. Fooled her. Math.

I just spent 15min trying to find this post, and then forgot why. Six is too early for bedtime. It's whiskey time! I wonder if that caused the forgetfulness? Who cares we won't remember...oh I just did! I needed clean pants, and i thought that I might touch myself a little. I forgot that I couldn't. You can, but it takes a while and it's sorta worthless. It just feels like , bleh I'm done I guess.

Really digging this

Had the same issue for a while. Now, I sleep better with pants on, but can sleep either way. I sleep wet, but usually only a little. So, I've done pocket diapers for years. Sometimes I wake and say, 'Yes, still dry!' Sometimes it's, 'DAMN I soaked the bed.' Mostly it's 'Meh, my pants are a little wet.' That's just me maybe. I remember someone asking about pocket diapers and I probably didn't give them a better answer than try them. They are the halfway point. More laundry, less garbage. I still consider chemicals in the water, and diapers in the dirt. I don't know. I mix full cloth, pocket pants, and disposable pants, as situations dictate. Sleep pants, my sheets stay drier with cloth and plastic. I sleep better in a disposable. Just my 2c.