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Truly of the best ABDL stories of all time!!! Thank you @Babydoc49!!!

Sorry if this has been asked before, but would love to know where all of the physical stores are selling ABDL items. Does anyone know of a page that details these and if not, perhaps list some here so we can create a place? I’ll start with these, but surely these aren’t the only ones… https://www.nappiesrus.co.uk/nru-showroom#14 https://myinnerbaby.com/ https://support.tykables.com/support/solutions/14000074259

If you can avoid wearing through TSA and change after then that would be advisable. If not, then try and ensure you’re not wet going through the scanner as it picks up moisture and a wet diaper may result in a secondary check in private, which is both embarrassing and can cause delay. Other than that, enjoy the comfort of knowing that you don’t have to use the horrible plane toilets!!

A diaper will only show up as an area of interest to the extent an officer will want to do a private screening when it’s wet. Shouldn’t be a problem when dry in my experience.

There is literally no point in seeing a therapist if you don’t tell them the truth about your little side. It would be no different to going to see the doctor because you’re not feeling well and not telling them all of your symptoms. Don’t be afraid. A good therapist shouldn’t be judgemental and you’re not likely to be the first that they have encountered. Good luck!

Similar for me!

Great start!

These are British newspapers, so the ‘American’ English words have been substituted with ‘English’ words.

Sad to hear this, but something I can certainly relate to from a previous relationship. Both of these patterns happened and it certainly led me to question and ultimately end the relationship.

What happened... will there be a chapter 12? I hope so.

Great story!! Can’t wait for the next chapter!!

Just thought I’d share with everyone the fact that I had a very vivid dream that involved sitting on the toilet and pooping. As I was having the dream I woke up to realise that I was actually popping! Thankfully I wear diapers at night, so no damage done, other than an inevitable clean up, which wasn’t overly pleasant as I’ve got a bad stomach at the moment. Anyone else had this happen?

What a great take on it. I think you’re absolutely right about it being hardwired into us all that from a very young age, largely around the negative connotations implanted into us around diapers when it comes to potty training. I hadn’t previously considered the impact that this might have had!

I’m interested to know who else finds the humiliation aspect of wearing diapers exciting? And if so, why? For me a big part of my ABDL life is about being humiliated, both as a feeling, which I generally get when wearing diapers and baby clothes. Being humiliated by others is also extremely exciting, and the ultimate form is the threat of being exposed. I’m in fact playing a game of sorts like that at the moment. See this link if interested (NSFW). However, I still haven’t got to the route of why I find humiliation and being humiliated so exciting, but I know I’m not the only one!

Fun game to play, but fail every time and put back in nappies! ?

Interesting post, although I think the fundamental difference between a child learning to use the potty in a short period of time is that there memory of using diapers is only relatively short term. Whereas reverse training as an adult is about overcoming in most cases many years of conscious conditioning.

I’m sure that this has been covered before, but just wanted to enquire into whether it is more difficult to potty train as an adult, presuming that you’ve managed to undo your control, or potty training the first time around when a child? Reason I ask is that I’m wearing 24/7 and have noticed an increasing lack of awareness of wetting, where on a couple of occasions recently, I’ve noticed that I’m wetting after its actually started. So, if I go much further with this, lose continence and then need to re-train, how easy or difficult is it? I heard someone say once that it’s more difficult as an adult. Any ideas?

Me too!!!

That’s one of the things I love about the hook and loop system nappies, as when they start sagging you can make them tighter and feel more ?

I had an almost identical experience, although it wasn’t in front of anyone. I realised my desperation was going to end in an accident and I asked to be dismissed from class to go to the toilet and remember the teacher asking if I could hold it as there wasn’t much left of that particular lesson. She let me go and literally the moment I got outside of the classroom, it just slipped out. I went into the toilets, locked myself in one of the stalls, took off my underpants and threw them away. Thankfully my trousers weren’t impacted and nobody was any the wiser!

Thanks...I’m writing the next part and should have something by the end of the coming week!

Is anyone familiar with the author, Madeline De Hywis? Some fantastic Kindle books, but nothing published since 2014. Would love to know if the author publishes under another name, or perhaps takes commissions. Any insight would be much appreciated! Thank you ?

First time I ever masterbated was in a diaper at the age of thirteen. It was one that I had stolen when at a friends house. I ran home and with nobody there laid down on the bathroom floor and put it on. It didn’t quite fit, but I started rubbing myself through the plastic. It didn’t take long at all until I exploded, but being incredibly naive and knowing at that point very little about human physiology, let alone sex, I got the fright of my life. I’ve never gone back and love masturbating in them to this date, but always by rubbing the outside.

Being stuck at home and self-isolating in these crazy coronavirus times, I decided that I would for the first time in my life have a go at writing! This story is partly inspired by the feeling of being trapped indoors, and whilst I'm sure not to everyone's taste, I hope nonetheless enjoyable for some and a cathartic experience for me. - - - - - - PART 1 I had no idea what the time was, but it was definitely the afternoon. The sun managed to just about break through the cracks in the blind dimly illuminating the nursery and in turn filtering its way through the bars of my adult-sized cot. Babyish smells of lotion and powder filled the room and looking through the bars of my cot, and now prison, I could see both my oversized highchair, where I’d taken every meal for the last four weeks, and changing table replete with supplies of thick baby-print adult nappies. I could only raise my head slightly, as the locking medical grade restraints binding my neck, wrists and ankles to the crib mattress didn’t exactly allow for much movement and held me pretty firmly. Looking down towards my feet caused me to blush, perhaps more so than when starring up at the baby mobile dangling above my head, as I was wearing a light blue footed sleeper with the clear and visible outline of a bulging, damp and messy nappy that crinkled loudly with even the slightest of movement. This had without doubt gone way too far, but there was certainly nobody to blame other than myself for this ridiculous mess I’d gotten myself into. If only I could have controlled my adult baby urges and desires and not succumbed. Now, in my current position, it looks as there is no escape, no way out, at least nothing that I can think of. --- When I saw her profile on Fetlife, I was instantly mesmerised, firstly by the profile photo and then by the list of interests that seemed to match mine so perfectly that I felt it had been put together especially for me; almost too good to be true. I was naturally drawn to her website with picture after picture of sheer and astounding beauty, each one with the voluptuous curves belonging to a professional dominatrix the likes I’d never seen before. I flicked back to the Fetlife profile and my excitement grew as not only did she live around half an hour away from me, but it appeared as though this Mistress wasn’t looking for clients, but rather a boyfriend. To think that this could have been me was in retrospect laughable. What would a gorgeous, successful and powerful woman like this want with me? Needless to say, my good looks, albeit on a fairly small frame belied the tiny-dicked loser, who at the grand age of thirty-six was still a virgin and riddled with insecurities that went all the way back to my childhood, where as a bedwetter I was made to wear nappies at night right into my early teens. My night-time treatment plagued me by day, ebbing away at my self-confidence, and making matters worse, this eventually manifested itself as a fetish for nappies that made real relationships with women even harder that they should have been for someone like me. Still, what was there to lose by trying? After all, my desperation to be with someone who loved me ‘for me’ was almost as palpable as my desire to finally have sex.

@Face_Palm any news with the current status of this story please! I’m sure I speak for quite a few people that it would be great if you would be able to continue! ?