LonesomeLamp

I am now 28 years old and I am starting to feel old. I don’t have any plans for the day or anything, but my diaper package finally is making it to my post office. Too bad it’s Sunday lol, but at least that means I’ll be getting them before I go back to work as I planned.

I have 17, which I haven’t played in quite a while. I also have 19, I’m pretty sure it was. It’s been a moment with that one too, but not nearly as long lol. I’d give it two or three months as opposed to the year+ for 17.

@Spanky @Jayme While you two aren’t wrong, I have tried these before, albeit only twice. They didn’t seem to swell up too much and I wore both practically all day. One, I wore through the previous night and that night too. It was getting kinda heavy and bulky by then, but no one noticed idt. As for working, I have a very large shirt that I wear and fairly baggy pants (the ones I was supposed to get when I started still hasn’t been sent...and neither has my pack of diapers).

Normally if I have an update to a post I’ve made, I’d just edit that post to include the update, especially if that post was the last one made as it is here. I feel as though this update is deserving of its own post. Anyway, I’m at work and decided to go sweep the parking lot because I saw trash just sitting out there by the doors. I decided to check the garbage can situation while I was at it, that way I can take a count of which ones (if any) could use a change already. One was at about that level but could wait. One was ready to be changed. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but on top of the pile was either a diaper or some type of pull-up or disposable (it was under a small bag but half exposed). Part of me thinks trucker, but the trash I saw that got me to go outside to begin with were two sucker sticks and a wrapper. The trash inside suggests a family stopped by at one point (I didn’t pay too much attention, but it looked like coolaid pouches in the inside can). So uh, there’s the story of the first diaper I saw at work, granted it was in the trash and possibly belonged to a child, though it looked like maybe it was a bit big for a kid. Like I said though, it was only half exposed. The half that was exposed didn’t reveal too much about anything.

Oh my. I figured they’d take a few days, but not a few weeks. I’ll look those up when I get home, if I remember. Thanks for bringing this up lol. As for the 10, I’m not sure how long they’ll last me. Part of me wants to use one every day or two and part of me wants to do like one per week or longer. I guess we’ll see once they finally get here and I do or do not use them that often. At the rate shipping is going, It’s going to be a few days yet anyway, as they’ve not even left the facility (tracking says they have the label but not the package).

Hello and welcome. If you’ve already been wearing, you may already know the to-dos and don’t-dos. I’m still working on that part myself as I’m fairly new to wearing. As for actually using them, it may take a little bit before you get much of anything to happen. The most simplest answer/advice I can give is that when you feel the need to use it...just use it. Don’t think about the where or how or anything. Just do. That being said, as others have pointed out, you’ll want to make sure you can get as comfortable as you can. When I very first wore, I had no issues getting anything to happen, as I was already a seasoned potty pants. I was mainly worried about leaking because I was lying on my bed and knew that I didn’t have it strapped on correctly. I did leak. It soaked the bed. My second attempt later that day had roughly the same outcome. Most people would get bladder shy just thinking about a single drop escaping the padding and getting on their pants and yet there I was just absolutely soaking mine (I had underwear on too over the diaper). There are a few ways you could convince your body to go through with the act. Clear your mind and focus on other things. When the urge gets stronger, try to relax and let it happen. You may even can push and help it a little, but you risk bringing your attention back to the fact your about to go in your pants and you’ll have to wait more. Sometimes it helps to focus only on that too. Sometimes if I’m having trouble convincing my body to pee my pants, I focus on the fact that I have to pee and I want it to happen in my pants. I have much less trouble convincing a turd out. In fact, if I have trouble messing myself, it’s because it was going to be difficult to begin with. Another thing you could try is to hold until you can’t hold no more. As your desperation increases, try to go ahead and release while the urge is there. If that isn’t going to work, keep holding. Eventually, your body is going to give up the battle and you’re gonna let it all out. If you’re looking to wet, you can try various stuff that increases your desperation. I like to drink water and stand as still as possible. Some people use the sounds of running water. Try whatever works best for you. If you’re looking to mess, take a laxative. As implied, your setting could also influence how well you can go in your diaper. Some people can go whenever and wherever they are easily with having never done so before. Some people need to trick their bodies even after a month or more of experience. If you find yourself being in that situation, you can try sitting on the toilet with your diaper on. To summarize: How to use the diaper: When you feel the urge to go, just go. How to make yourself need to use the diaper: Make yourself desperate and hold on until you actually have an accident.

And now I just gotta wait for the package to arrive. I decided to take the plunge and ordered a case of the abu simples (a 10 pack). I ordered them yesterday (Monday) with hopes that they’d take less than a week to get here; preferably between (and including) Friday and this coming Monday. If the timing is correct, I will be home to collect it and even put one on. Otherwise, imma have to hope no one gets nosy and decides to see what I ordered. If they ask instead, I can just make something up like “electrical stuff” or whatever. So, let’s say a few days of waiting for them to arrive, hoping I’ll be there (alone) to collect. Then I gotta find a spot to put them (I have a few ideas). Then I need to work out a schedule for using them (only have 10 to work with). One is coming with me to work and I already have plans with another one or two, but they’ll have to be set aside for a smol moment. I’m going to need to check out these internal deodorants. I’d like to get my poop as unscented as possible so that I can just, you know, fill the diaper and be able to sit in it inconspicuous until I get home and can change it and clean up, but these are goals for other days.

Sometimes I like to pee on myself before a shower. If I’m feeling it, I’ll just step into the tub with my socks off and let it flow out of me. A couple minutes of self-admiration later and I’m ready to strip down and clean up. As for just peeing in the shower in general, only if the urge hits while I’m already in there. I usually pee (in the toilet) before I get in because that’s when the urge usually hits.

Real possibility we might’ve met, depending on how far you go north/south. I work the rest area (truck scales) in southern Kentucky. I haven’t met anyone yet who was wearing one though, or at least none that I could tell. I have seen a few who probably wished they were wearing. At least one pair of pants have been ruined while I was on shift and two more were seconds away from getting wet.

I wrote about my first diaper experience on this forum. In fact, I wrote it the day of or the day after, I don’t quite remember. It was tragic. I leaked like three times on my bed because I put it on wrong. I wrote about my second time too, though it was a pull-up. The third time was a diaper again and I wrote it too. But let’s step back some and cover stuff I’ve not written. I sorta got curious back when I was preteen. We used to babysit for family occasionally and one such moment left a diaper or two just lying around somewhere. After a couple weeks or so, my older sister asked if she could wear it because she was curious. My dad kinda made fun of her (but not really) for asking and the subject was quickly dropped. If I had more courage, I would have swiped it when no one was looking and tried it myself. Idk what ever happened to it, but it wasn’t there too much longer. Maybe my sister finally did try it when no one was looking? I’d say it’s more likely my mom finally got tired of seeing it and threw it away. It wasn’t until much more recently that I actually became curious with diapers. I was perfectly fine with using my pants as a toilet, but I needed to be stealthy about it. This meant waiting for perfect opportunities and getting the timing worked out. That’s a lie. I was never alone back then. If I were to mess, I’d have to go deep into the woods so I could leave the evidence behind. After we moved (like 1000 feet away) and I got into middle school and high school, I was able to do the timing stuff, but it was mostly still just do it and clean up real quick. Within this past year, I got to talking to other abdls who like to wear and maybe wet. We would discuss some desires or they’d ask for help (one person’s diaper leaked and they asked what to do about it because of my extensive experience in pants wetting). They eventually talked me into trying diapers because I had a small desire to find out about them. The rest is history....written on here somewhere.

This is a fear of mine. I’ve had a few close-to-being-close calls where I’d be just about to step into the shower to clean up and someone would arrive home. I’m waiting for the day when someone comes in mere moments after I load my pants.

My alarm went off around noon. I went to bed in a pair of wet pants/underpants. I discovered I had a package got delivered while I was in bed. As I laid there getting myself prepared to get up, I thought about how it’s been a couple days since I last pooed. I knew it was getting about time and I hoped it wouldn’t hit while I was at work. I finally got up and the urge came strong and quickly. I took my still slightly damp self to see if the package was by the gate. Didn’t see it, so I prepped myself for a very uncomfortable walk to the mailbox, knowing I might fill my pants on the way. I got my shoes on and walked to the gate and saw the package in a bag tied around the post. Oh. So I took it in and removed my shoes and I think I already had a towel ready with clean clothes wrapped inside. I went to the bathroom and pulled my pants down and left my undies up. Considered recording but I was pretty desperate, so I went ahead and released into my underwear. It was a filler too. Pulled my pants back up and sat in it. If I tried harder, I coulda got it to come out the back waistband, but I chose not to. I stood in the tub to rewet my pants. Then I started the process of cleaning myself up. 13/10: would recommend the experience to a friend

The sad but hilarious thing is that the scammer was talking out of his ass, as they do, but my dad kept him on edge. Scammer said he believed in god, etc, but my dad kept using that one minor detail (not thanking god he wasn’t killed in a fake train crash) against him and blew it way out of proportion each time. I don’t know if the scammer really believes in a god or not. He just wanted to get the call back on script so he could try to steal some money. I wasn’t there to witness the call, but that had to have been a life-changing moment for the scammer. He hung up eventually and called back five minutes later to see if my dad had calmed down and my dad went straight back into the act full-force and kept him on the line another five minutes. There were so many twists and turns, the scammer likely had to step outside and take a smoke break after that and triple think his decision to return to the call center.

My dad watched a documentary about scams once. The pch scam and similar ones (including social security and law enforcement) are ran out of Jamaica. The scammers buy customer information from US businesses and then target the elderly; people who are alone and don’t usually know any better. Most of us can see it’s a scam before we even get the email/call/message, but the elderly tend to not think about it (because they get too excited or just can’t think well due to age). There are even literal gangs composed of scammers and they do have gang wars with each other. The scammers have gone as far as writing songs about their scams. I watched a YouTube video recently. It was actually the Atomic Shrimp guy I mentioned in the op. I’ll post a link later, but he actually responded to a question he got that covers this. It turns into a mini rant, but all his points are still valid. My dad got a call from someone claiming to be from pch. My dad tried to convince the guy that his boss (Steve Harvey) died the previous night in a train wreck. It devolved into my dad going into a sermon trying to save the scammers soul because the scammer is an atheist (dad called him that because he wouldn’t thank god that it wasn’t him on the train (it’s a long and convoluted story lmao)). *EDIT* Heres the video (question is at 11:20):

And technically, it was I who scammed them. Let me elaborate. I was sitting at work yesterday; had been here maybe half an hour when I got a text from someone claiming to be from publishers clearing house saying it was their final time trying to reach me before my winnings went to the next person. I immediately knew it was a scam and decided to ignore it and pretend it never happened.....until a new thought crossed my mind. I remembered this guy on YouTube, Atomic Shrimp. He does email scam baiting. I thought “you know what, I have plenty of time. Let’s see how long I can keep them replying to me if I just agree to everything” (I was being inspired by the youtubers “just say ok” video). Well. The text asked if I was still interested, so I said “yes.” Then I got another text telling me to contact some other person and I said “ok.” This was my plan of attack. Just say yes and okay to everything. Literally only that to everything. Except, I changed my mind at this point. The way the texts were being written, I knew that tactic wouldn’t hold up very long. I wanted to see just how far I could string them along before they gave up on me. Oh boy, was that a great idea. I told them that I didn’t have the other persons contact info because I had everything stored on my computer and my computer crashed and I lost all the files. The person kept signing the texts “@BOARDOFDIRECTOR,” and would occasionally forget to include that (yep, totally legit smh). I asked if that was their Twitter handle or something because, as I said, I had lost all my files and had no contact information for who they were wanting me to talk to. They did something that changed my tactics yet again. Instead of sending me contact info for the person, they sent “my” information. I put “my” in quotes because it wasn’t actually mine. The phone number was correct, but they had this other persons email address, names, home address, birthday, marital status, etc. Thus, my new plan was formed. I continued talking to them. I didn’t correct them or say anything any different. I made myself out to be a completely helpless moron. They asked me how much I was supposed to send them. You’re running the scam but expect me to tell you how much you’re scamming me for? Ha! I said I thought it was supposed to be like $450 thereabouts and asked them if I could do a bank transfer. This is important, as you’ll see later. They asked me to use cashapp and a debit card to buy Bitcoin. This is where I had to start treading carefully. I mentioned that I lost my bank card and haven’t had it replaced yet. To keep them from getting suspicious, I said that I withdraw cash from my bank account every couple of weeks to buy food and stuff with, so they told me to get the money from my bank and buy gift cards. Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, so I persisted that I have to have every single thing planned out at least two weeks ahead of time because I depend on other people for a ride and they’re not always available. I mentioned that even with my careful planning, I can still end up being late to work. I gave excuse after excuse as to why gift cards weren’t an option for me and the kept insisting. The trick was to occasionally toss in that the bank transfer was the easiest option for me. “If you want the cards, you’re going to have to wait at least two full weeks before I can get to a store.” I tried so hard. I even thought I had lost them two or three times, but they eventually gave in and sent me a bank account number. Bingo. I told them that I couldn’t make the transfer right away because I was at work and the mobile website wasn’t giving me the option to make a new transfer (which it actually didn’t (I was going to modify the html to make it say that)). That was the last message sent between us. Now let’s review what all I got from this: First, I was volunteered potential victim information. I didn’t ask for it and there was no need for it. The dumbasses just kinda threw it out there without even verifying that i was or was not who they thought I was. I haven’t emailed the person yet in case it was tossed in as bait. The second thing I got—the important thing—was a bank account number. I’m still in the process of trying to report it. I called my bank and they said there wasn’t really anything they could do about it. I tried calling the local FBI office, but I got an automated system that told me to call someone else, which I’ve not done yet. Once I get it reported, I’ll try to contact the potential victim to let them know. I figured that if I tried to contact them before I had the account number and the email was bait, then my chances of getting the account number would be zero. Before you ask about what information they got about me, the only thing they truly know is my phone number and bank name. The phone number was associated with the person they thought they were talking to before I ended up with it. Thankfully, the information they had lacked a social security number. It could have ended very poorly for that person otherwise.

Yeah, just kinda lmao. I kept it on a while longer and used it more and it didn’t leak again sadly.

It’s like deviantart, but furry themed. People can upload art, music, pictures, stories, etc. Not to say there’s nothing human in there. It’s mostly furry, but there have been several humans, monsters, beasts, etc. The site is also very nsfw, but there is a button that switches you to sfw mode.

Furaffinity

Indeed UwU. The artist said that they do many free adopts. I checked out their profile and they have a few characters up. Some were taken and some weren’t. They weren’t marked and I didn’t check very many.

I’ve obtained yet another character. A purple horse. She was free and the artist has more available. Once again, I have no name for her.

Older fridges and air conditioning units are very expensive to repair these days. Some would even say it’s getting near impossible. The refrigerants they used are now illegal to make and even import since about...I’m wanting to say April 12, 1994? And the newer refrigerants are nowhere near compatible. I’ve heard that some types, you can pull all the refrigerant out and keep pulling for several extra hours. Then you put one type of the newer stuff in and about a month later, all of that refrigerant turns into a gelatinous form. You can clean and clean and clean and clean and clean and clean that system as much as you can, but it will continue turning into gel. My hvac instructor keeps two separate sets of test gauges specifically because of that. One set for one type and one set for all of the others. They do make a refrigerant that’s supposedly compatible with the older ones and you’re even supposed to be able to mix the two together (which is usually an extremely bad idea), but it’s just as expensive as the older types. That’s likely why the repair was so expensive. We’re allowed to use the older refrigerants....we just can’t manufacture or import it, and most of what we did have got dumped straight into the atmosphere most of the time while it was being manufactured (that’s why it became illegal to produce; it’s extremely harmful to the ozone layer and everyone would use it as a general cleaning solution for literally everything grease and oil). On top of all that making equipment repairs expensive, there have been a few shifts in popular refrigerant types. Even today, they’re in the process of making a shift to a new refrigerant. It’s going from r-134a to a form of butane and a form of propane, which is why new equipment has that “explosive” warning label on them.

Quick update: Uh Oh Edition ? I didn’t go outside (she came back in). I got a second urge not too long after the first post’s update. I was lying on my back with my legs over the edge of the bed when it hit. I was curious if this attempt to pee while lying would go better than my first experience. I thought I felt it run down the left side of my hips, which it probably did, but my pants and my bed remained dry! Then I went to the kitchen to microwave a Hungry Man when I got a third wave. Not knowing how well the diaper would handle it, I decided to hide away from my mom to pee again while the microwave was still running. It contained it, barely. A drop or two escaped the padding and started down my thighs. It formed a wet spot, but it was so small and in such an awkward spot, I felt it would go unnoticed. I spread my legs some and shook myself to try to reposition the diaper and help the wetness spread downward. That thing felt heavy. I went back to the kitchen to finish microwaving the food. As I figured, the wet spot went unnoticed. By the time the food was done (I type this as it cools before I eat), the wet spot no longer looked wet at all. Rubbing the spot right now, it even feels dry. So now I gotta be careful. While I’m still wanting to flood this thing, I don’t wanna do so before I’m ready. I still got things to do!

I got a year of Apple TV for free when I bought my iPad. I need to check it out. It’s been almost a year by now and I can’t tell you a single thing about it lol. I think I opened the app once like right after I got it activated. I closed it after a minute or two and was going to investigate more later, but never did.

My plan is simple. Once I change out of a used one, I toss it into a grocery bag along with other general trash (bottles, wrappers, etc). Then I wait until the coast is clear and go toss that bag directly into the trash can outside. Our trash runs once a week, so I’ll try to time it so that I toss the bag in the day before it gets taken down to the mailboxes (that’s where the garbage truck picks them up at).

First, welcome to the forum. Do not be afraid to be (post) here. You should probably edit out your email address though. Not because you might get caught or anything. Some web bots (formally named “spiders” or “crawlers”) will seek out random websites trying to find email addresses to add to a list of people to spam (and then the owners of those bots will likely sell that info to other spammers and scammers). Most bots couldn’t care less, but some will. Going back to the original topic, I’m still new to diapers, myself. In fact, today is literally the second time I’ve ever wore (unless you count disposable underwear, then it’s the third). I’m sure there are many people here who can answer all your questions. I do feel like I’ve seen this alleged archive with ratings before, but I can’t quite place it..... And don’t worry, no one here is going to poke fun of you or belittle you or anything. We all were in the same boat at one point in time or another. I have a few posts of my own to prove that....