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I have used foley catheters before with diapers and found something that i am not quite sure what to make of. After about 5 to 8 days with the cath in, i find that they get plugges with a yellowish, non-smelling, non slimy, but somewhat pasty gunk. It is kind of like something that is just simply dry and flaky, kindof like dandruff so to speak. Does anyone know what to make of this? have spoken with a couple of medical people and they all have said that it does not sound like any UTI that they have heard of

So, I spent the entirety of this weekend in nothing but diapers, using my pacifier and bottle the whole time. At first, it was a little bit difficult to use my diapers, as I wasn't holding anything in. Anytime I had to go #1 or #2, I just went. It was really quite wonderful. The pacifier was a little bit interesting to get used to as well. However, now that I'm at the end of my 24/7 weekend, I took a shower and as I got out, I noticed I had to pee. Strangely enough, my very first thought was "Better put on a diaper." I think it's kind of indicative that I'm getting used to going potty in my pants. Also, I found that it was actually sort of difficult to go any place that wasn't my diaper. I tried to pee in the shower, but just couldn't get myself to, same with the potty. But once I had my diaper on, I was able to just let it all go. I also have started just completely forgetting that I'm suckling on my paci, it's just natural for me now. hehehe... Not sure if I should be concerned or not, as this is all true... But for now, I'm happy with it. I'm having a great time. Just posted for your comments, considerations, and thoughts

hey guys, I know a lot of you guys seem to prefer plastic covers over cloth covers, maybe because the diapers you wore as kids were plastic. But, I am of the slightly newer generation (90's), and I grew up with clothlike (huggies, pampers, goodnites) covers and I was wondering if anyone else shared my opinion. Of course, there are different kinds of clothlike covers, the ones on depends suck, the ones on goodnites, huggies and pampers were my favourite, they were the softest to touch. I know ABU Cushies have a cloth like model but that's about the only adult diaper that does (and I don't know how it compares to the three diapers i mentioned above). Does anyone else share my opinion? I'd love to hear what you guys have to say

Hi, my girlfriend (mommy) and I are looking to set up a website where ABDL's and sissy's can buy our audios/videos. I need a website designer who would be willing to help us set this site up. I do not have a lot of money set aside for this project, but you could certainly be compensated by having your very own phone mommy! Thanks!

Im looking for a pacifier bondage gag, does any one know where i can find one?

AB/DL Stuff or sale: PM me for questions Clear Plastic pants, size Medium 32"-44" Packs of Attends Medium, plastic adult diapers - 24 count Packs of Goodnites XL bedwetting diapers 21 count Cherokee Footed Pajamas -sports, outer space, skulls, peace signs, size Kids XL (adult medium) Baby Pants Dinosaur Onesie, size adult large Looking for good ab/dl homes. All are unused and unopened. Fun for your inner child and grown up little! In Chicago. 60640 - Much easier if they can be picked up/dropped off instead of shipped!

Hello all. Here's a story I've been working on. I'm posting it another place as well, but figured no harm in having more eyes look it over. This story has a magical realism thing going on. Adult language, sexual situations, and violence are elements of this story as well. So, forewarned = forlorn and all that. Hope you enjoy. -malus Prologue: “How is it where you are, my precious boy?” the feminine voice was soft, kind, and strangely resonant. He paused for a moment before answering her, and watched as the sky drifted into focus - a collision of colors; violet, amber, magenta, and orange. Dawn and dusk, noon and night met and mingled as bright stars sparkled. “Different” he felt himself say. His words and movements were not his, he felt. His gaze drifted as he leaned his head back and beheld her delicate face, with those eyes of green which blazed with adoration and something near mischief. “How so, sweetest of all?” Her full lips spread wide as she smiled lovingly. His nostrils flared as he breathed in. Lavender. She always smelled of lavender. “It’s…more.” His voice came out distant. He tried not to think about it. He didn’t want to be where his thoughts would lead. His gaze was pleading as he took in her impossible loveliness. She laughed brightly. “More…what?” she pried as she traced a long, slender finger over his pouty lips. The odor of talcum mingled with the prevailing scent of lavender. He relaxed into the fragrance. “More everything. Moreness. More Substantial…more hard.” He answered in a choked whisper. Tears welling in his eyes. “That will change soon, little one” Her smile was sad. The words could hardly leave his mouth “I’ve missed you.” He tried to reach out to her only to find that his limbs were frozen. Her aspect suddenly solemn, she said “You will know me soon”. The words were not the succor that he needed. He wanted her to hold him close. “Don’t go” he begged in a thin squeak. Panic rising within him, her warmth diminished as she started to fade away. Tears rolled down her high, regal cheeks “I am not the one that is going, precious creature.” Once more she smiled sadly, leaning in to kiss his forehead. He never felt her lips. He was dissolving as the lunatic sky shimmered, its colors muddling and mixing, becoming darker with each moment. Coldness remained in the absence of her warmth. Something musty replaced her scent. Darkness reigned. He still could not move. Nor could he breathe. Chapter One Nathaniel Carmichael woke with a sharp, greedy inhalation. Promptly following was a low moan which was equal parts terror and longing. A few rapid, ragged gasps followed as moan became a soft whimper. He regained his senses, awake now, in his bed; cold and wet. Sighing as he starred at his ceiling, the dim, azure light of dawn let him know that it was about five in the morning. As much as he hated waking up wet, he needed a moment to find himself. It had happened again, the third time in four weeks. Nathan pulled back his blanket and gazed down at his soaking wet boxers, as well as the large wet patch on his sheets. After a few more moments he rolled out of bed, and stripped the sheets with practiced efficiency. “Mattress is ruined” he thought as he padded down the hallway of his apartment “Third time in a month. Over 12 this year. God damn it.” Stuffing his soiled sheets and wet boxers into the tiny washing machine located in one of the hall closets, Nathaniel sleepily puzzled over the meaning of what was happening to him. He had this dream, on and off, since his mid-teens. It wasn’t always the same, but she was always there, whoever she was. He always woke up soaked, too. His best guess is that it was some kind of reaction to finding out he was adopted. He had taken enough 100 and 200 level Psych classes to provide himself an armchair analysis of his problem. While his adoptive parents were kind and provided a loving home, finding out he was not theirs put his identity in crisis. Not knowing what he could trust in the world, he created some fantasy mother-type character in his dreams. The end of each dream was the same. She would go away, and he would wake up terrified, half choking, and wet. The problem with that analysis is that she always told him that it was Nathaniel who was going. Still, it made enough sense; abandonment, mommy issues, Freud and all that bullshit. Also, Nathaniel did not think of himself as being especially bothered about being adopted. He loved his parents. Walking into his bathroom, Nathaniel frowned in the faint glow of the bathroom’s night light. He looked at his slender form in the mirror. Broad ribcage, narrow waist, and a surprisingly ample bottom for someone of his build...Nathaniel Carmichael was a handsome, rather pretty, young man. He blinked at his reflection, and a finely featured face with a strong chin, expressive hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and a wild mop of thick ringlet curls, blinked back. “You’re too old for this shit, Nate” he admonished himself in the best grizzled old man affect he could manage. After relieving himself in the bathroom, Nathaniel returned to his bedroom. He donned a clean, dry pair of boxer briefs, and fetched a composition book from his bedside table. He then went to his living room, and sitting on his couch wrote in his book Had dream Again. Dinner was a salad and turkey sandwich. Fluids after 6 were three glasses of water, glass of wine. Tomorrow – get plastic sheet and other stuff. Make shrink appointment? He turned on the television, and put it on some quiet show about the history of Russia or something. Nathaniel was not paying particular attention to the program. He just wanted a distraction to sleep to. Some noise to keep his thoughts away from her, and that wild sky, and the dreadfulness of parting ways. Chapter Two The morning routine - coffee, shower, dress, more coffee, drive to work. Groggy as he was, Nathaniel found it easy to not dwell too much on last night’s dream. His job as assistant manager at little corner candy shop in the town mall was not especially strenuous, just retail - a kind of work that came with its own frustrations. Nathaniel made just enough to afford his relatively Spartan lifestyle, though he would occasionally need some help from his parents when his car insurance, or some other large bill, was due. Come lunch time, Nathaniel flipped through the phone book in the small backroom of the store. He first searched for a pharmacy, and was struck by the name Gonne Apothecary. It had an antiquated kind of affect that tickled him. Even if they didn’t have what he needed, it might be a weird and neat place to visit. The address indicated it was near enough to work, so he called to find out about their hours. “Thank you for calling Gonne Apothecary, your independent source for all of your health needs. This is Heather, how may I help you?” the voice was pleasant and lilting with the practiced enthusiasm of someone who had been answering phones for some time. “Uh, hi. I just wanted to see what your hours are?” “We close at nine tonight, and we’re open 10-9 Monday through Friday; noon till six, Saturday, and noon till four, Sunday” Heather replied promptly. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” She chirped. “No…um, that’s all” he said before adding “Thanks.” He had considered asking if they had what he was looking specifically looking for, but shame kept him from it. “Welcome! Bye now” Heather ended the conversation with warm finality. Nathan flipped through the counseling section of the phone book. He didn’t have any recommendations, so he was mostly looking for a shrink that was close to work or home. It took a while before he found someone, Alexander Weinack, M.D. He called, and after a few rings, went to voicemail. “Hi there…This is Nathan Carmichael. I’m having a few” he paused “problems and was just looking for someone to sort it out with.” He spoke into the machine. He went on to provide his insurance information, and his cell phone number. Those tasks out of the way, Nathan went on with his day. Clocking out at 4, he bid his co-workers a good night, and drove to Gonne Apothecary. Gonne Apothecary sat in a rundown strip mall, sharing the building with a CPA, a nail salon that appeared closed, and a vacant space for rent. The apothecary itself seemed closed as well, its windows tinted in such a way that no interior lights could be seen from the outside. The only hint that it was open was a little read sign hanging on the front door that stated as much. “Don’t see how they could stay in business like this” Nathaniel thought as he parked. He was having second thoughts. On one hand, he could use something to protect his already ruined mattress. His four years of being single would continue on for a while if he brought women to his place and his bed smelled like a toddler going through a rough patch in his potty training. On the other hand, he’d never bought anything related to his intermittent problem. His mom took care of the mattress protector when he lived at home, and he didn’t wet that often when he was on his own…well, until recently. “They’re professionals. They won’t laugh. It’s for someone else, or something. Besides, it’s not like I’ll see any friends in here” he thought, a touch sardonically. A bell chimed as he entered the apothecary. Nathaniel felt a bit of disappointment as he entered the place, finding it to look much like a normal pharmacy; the floor linoleum, the walls white, the air anti-septic, and the tall shelving units ecru. He was hoping for dark, stained wood and drawers filled with obscure reagents. Despite his initial disappointment, the place seemed well stocked, and the shelves were tall, which blocked the line of site to the counter at the back. It was a mercy for privacy, but not a good way to prevent theft, Nathaniel surmised as he glanced about for the incontinence section. He quickly found it, against a wall of, thoughtfully tucked away from casual view. All sorts of products, ranging from gloves and wipes to catheters and leg bags were in the section, and each range of product was helpfully labeled. He tried to be quick about getting what he needed, and was relieved to find Mattress Protectors/Bed Pads. While Nathan was trying to be quick, he was trying to be casual as well. “Don’t want to act all weird” he thought, which was quickly followed by “maybe this is acting weird. Just pick something and go”. Nathaniel grabbed the most visually striking package that had ‘Double’ written on it, and quickly regretted his choice. KeepDry Mattress Cover from LeakPro he cringed as he read and looked at the package containing the vinyl mattress cover. It showed a night sky, with an oversized moon, and cartoon stars. Rather than feeling like an adult with a medical problem, Nathan felt, for the first time since his ex left him, like a bedwetter. He sighed as he felt his shame burn in his face. “No one’s seen me. I’ll just leave. Can’t deal with this now” Nathan thought to himself as he started to replace the package. “There you are” said a voice from behind. Feminine and soft, kind and adoring, the voice held Nathaniel fast. He gasped softly in surprise as goose bumps arose on his arms and the back of his neck, and the gentle fragrance of lavender filled his nose. For nine years, he had heard her voice. For nine years, he had begged her not to leave. Nine years, she was the reason he was here. Gently, with a just a hint of chiding, she added “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Chapter Three Falling from Nathaniel’s hand, the mattress cover hit the linoleum floor with a smack. He swallowed hard, as a thin sheen of sweat formed on his brow. His knees felt weak, and goose bumps continued to form on his skin. “Can’t be! It sound just like. Holy shit! Fuck I just dropped! Gah!” Nathan’s thoughts roared all at once. “Oh! I didn’t mean to startle you. I heard the bell, and knew someone had to be about. Let me help with that.” She said kindly. Nathan stood stock still as the woman moved beside him and bent over to retrieve the mattress cover. Despite himself, he made a quiet noise that sounded like a groan and a whimper as he watched her. As she stood up, he couldn’t help but stare. She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties, at a glance. Her black hair was bound in a loose bun. Errant strands of hair hung down, framing her face. The shape of her face was not that of the face in his dreams. This woman’s face had fuller cheeks, a more drastic jaw line, and the nose was more button like. It was on the whole, a more heart shaped. Her eyes, however, were the same enchanting green which stood in contrast to cream colored skin. Nathaniel stared into those eyes as his heart raced. Images of kaleidoscopic skies casting schizophrenic arrays of gloam and bright over familiar, alien, landscapes flashed through his mind’s eye. He could see her lips moving as a look of concern crossed her face. “…such a freight. Are you faint? Do you need to sit down?” Nathan caught only the last part of what she was saying, enough to know that he should respond to her question. He shook his head no in response to her question. “Poor thing” she said sympathetically “I should really get louder shoes. Heather is always complaining that she can never hear me when I come by” she continued. Nathaniel blinked a few times as he fought to regain his composure. He had to say something. Not saying something was definitely not normal. He didn’t want to be weird. He couldn’t say “I’ve dreamed of you”, that’s what a crazy person says. “Hhhhhh Hi” he stuttered out, a bit lamely “i-it’s alright. I, uh, just, uh…I was just lost in thought. I just need some, um, things.” He looked down at the woman’s hands, and noticed that she had a lab coat over her clothes, which concealed her figure. He also noticed that she was on the tall side for a woman. Not wanting to ogle more than he had, Nathan glanced at the shelf of mattress covers and bed pads, as his cheeks flushed. “I can tell” The woman said with a smirk “I just wanted to see if you needed help finding the best products to suit your needs.” She shifted the mattress cover in her hand as she joined Nathaniel in looking at the shelf. “I just need something for the night.” The indirect admission of his problem came from Nathaniel unbidden. All hope of playing it cool was lost now; he had essentially just told this woman he wet the bed. “I see. Well…This will certainly keep your mattress dry. It is one of the more durable products we have, though a touch on the noisy side” The woman offered Nathaniel a smile that was at once coy and kind. “My name is Anya, by the way; Anya Gonne. I would be happy to help you get whatever you need, or advise you in product selection, if you wish” “I’m Nathaniel” He replied, mentally kicking himself afterwards. He cleared his throat, and looked at Anya again. ‘She wants to help you. Just ask her to help you’ Nathaniel thought in a voice that wasn’t his. She was smiling softly at him. “Could you help me, please?” He asked as he looked at her, losing himself for a few moments as he looked into her eyes. She beamed happily at him. “Of course I can. Now, Nathaniel. Do you wet very often?” “Oh, I…No. I mean, recently, yes.” He replied. He wanted to take back asking her for help. He was unsure why he even asked. Was he losing his mind? Yet, he couldn’t figure out a way to gracefully back-peddle out of the situation. Anya’s smile took on a coy aspect once again. “I see. Well, a mattress cover will protect your mattress. However, it won’t keep your bedding, or yourself, dry. If you’re having more frequent night time accidents, I have some products over here that might help.” Anya led Nathan to some adjacent shelves. Nathan swallowed hard as he looked at the contents of the shelves. He knew well enough that these were diapers for adults, the kind of thing that old people wore. During one of her more cruel moments, his ex had joked about making him wear something like these. “God, I should put you in some old man Pampers , or something” she ridiculed. His heart continued to race, and he felt a swell of panic. Maybe he could run. “Do you wet much, Nathan?” Anya asked casually, as if it were a normal topic of conversation. Her voice kept his feet still, and the urge to run diminished. “Huh? Oh…yes.” He cringed, wondering what precisely motivated him to admit that. “I assume you’ve seen the doctor? “ Anya’s statement, phrased as a question, contained a maternal note of menace. “Oh, well, I’m, uh, working on that” Nathan blushed. He didn’t look too closely at the packages, most of them having labels like Assure, Abena, Dignity, UltraDry, Freedom, Gentle Care… “Tsk-tsk” Anya admonished “Do that immediately. We want to get to the bottom of this, don’t we?” her question rhetorical. Anya handed the mattress cover to Nathaniel, which he accepted in an automatic fashion. She then reached for a package as she said “In the mean time, you may want to wear these to bed. These are just like normal underwear, only a bit more absorbent. If you wet, your sheets will stay dry, and you may sleep a little better.” Anya’s smile was peculiar, her tone consoling. Nathan swallowed hard. His mouth felt rather dry. He managed a weak nod in response to Anya, hoping this would be over soon. The odor of lavender seemed to linger in the air, he noticed. “Come now, let me get these bagged up for you” Anya said softly as he she led Nathan to the back of the store where the cash wrap was located. She placed Nathan’s pull ups and mattress cover in two separate, opaque, black bags and handed them to him. “I’ve put my card in the bag with your pull ups. If you need anything else, please feel free to call whenever you like” she said to Nathan in a reassuring, almost tender, voice. Nathaniel nodded again and managed a “Uh huh.” Once he had his bags, he left the apothecary as quickly as his shaking legs would take him without completely abandoning his composure. Throwing his bags into the passenger seat of his car, Nathan buckled up and drove home. Questions roiling through his mind: ‘Oh God. What the fuck was that? Did that just happen? Who was she? I’m crazy. This is crazy. Dream women don’t happen. I dream of that voice, and I hear it the next day. My mind is fucking with me. Wait? Was she supposed to act like that? Was that professional? Agh!’ All during the drive home, and once at home until it was nearly time for bed, Nathan asked himself the questions came up again and again. Each time, they went unanswered. Strangest of all was that not at any point did he wonder why she did not make him pay.

Just wondering if there were any other diaper lovers around the London, Ont area. Looking for platonic friendship (m or f) to have hangs out, or game with etc... Just want to get to know people who love diapers as much as I do!

(Constructive feedback always appreciated) As Kim closed the door behind her with Mary and Maria standing in her hallway. THey both noticed she was the kind of woman any straight man, even a lesbian would want to fuck with lucious lips, brunette hair, 5'8", and wasn't skinny, but not plump. She was sort of the perfect balance of having a little bit of curves but not "bony". They also noticed pictures of children all over her hallway. Mary guessed she either was a mother, or was a godmother. Either way, she knew her way around kids judging from the smell of baby powder in the air in Kim's apartment. Mary and Maria didn't know whether to be scared shitless, or excited. Though soon they would find their answer. "As I said, my name is Kim! And as I said before I usually babysit kids, but since there are no kids to babysit, I might have to settle for babysitting you two since you obviously don't know proper behavior in a public place such as a park!", Kim scolded them as both Mary and Maria lowered their heads in shame. "We just wanted to have a little fun, and-", Mary was cut off in mid-sentence by Kim, "I don't care what you two were doing, you're supposed to leave that kind of play time at home, not where everyone in the neighborhood can see you!", Kim continued to quietly yell at them. Taking a few whiffs in the air, she noticed one of them, or both, had made a mess in their diapers. "What are your names?", she asked. "I'm Mary," the blonde-haired woman in her black short skirt with her diaper barely peeking out the back, "And she's my lover Maria!", she pointed to her Hispanic girlfriend who wore her jeans shorts, a white top, and a very enticing belt. The kind of belt that begged someone to take it from her and give her a good spanking with it. "Well, you two need extra diapers, and from the smell of it, you need to be changed. Mary, go over to your place and grab your supply. You have 10 minutes. For each minute over, I give you and your girlfriend 20 smacks with Maria's belt. Understand?" Kim looked squarely at Mary, giving her the distinct impression it wasn't a game. Mary did as she was told, and as fast as she could with her messy diaper in tow, she ran to their apartment, and grabbed the bag of diapers, plus the extra bag that she hid in case they needed more. Looking at her dresser, she noticed she left her phone there. FOr a brief moment, she thought about grabbing it and calling for help, but then her thoughts turned to other things. Who would I call? What would I say? "Hi, this is Mary, my girlfriend and I got caught playing in the park wearing our diapers and well, our neighbor is now keeping us against our will acting as our babysitter." That explanation would raise more questions than bring her help. After careful thought, she decided this might be a blessing. Their apartment wasn't exactly the poster of cleanliness, and they could use an authority figure in their lives, one that would punish them both, severely if needed, if they absolutely were bad enough. Having too many stinky diapers might just be the thing that gives them the excuse to recruit Kim as their caregiver. She smiled, and took her time waiting for the right time to show just as her time ran out with Kim. Meanwhile, Maria was starting to get sweaty thinking about the kind of spanking she might get if her lover didn't return on time. "We're going on nine minutes, Maria. Your girlfriend better show up or both of you are getting whipped hard with that belt you're wearing!", Kim calmly assured her new captive "baby". "She'll be here, I know she'll be!" Maria hoped, because she already had a really harsh spanking the night before, and wasn't about to get another one from some person she didn't know. The door knocked, and Maria just about jumped out of her seat. The messy and wet diaper made moving around on the chair miserable, but Maria enjoyed it. What she didn't enjoy was her girlfried leaving her butt on the line as it were. Kim opened the door, and in walked Mary with all their diaper supplies. "You're lucky. You had 30 seconds left. I suppose I can spare you and Maria a smacking.... for now. Now get yourselves undressed all the way down to your diapers, and I want you two to stand in the middle of my living room and DO NOT sit down. You sit down, and your butts are mine!" Kim motioned for them to enter the living room, and while they stood, Kim went and grabbed a couple of changing mats that she normally uses for babies and toddlers. With a quick smack across both their bottoms, Kim placed both mats exactly 5 inches away from each other, then instructed Maria and Mary to lay on each one respectively. "Here's how this is gonna work for tonight. I'm going to change you both individually. After tonight, you'll change each other AFTER being spanked with your belts and hairbrushes." Kim explained, "Oh yes, Maria, I noticed the hairbrush in your purse. That one is going to be fun using on both of you." She smiled. Kim knew this was going to be humiliating for them both having being changed by a stranger. Kim carefully removed both their diapers, cleaning them up as thoroughly as possible with wipes, washcloths and toilet paper. "Before you two get into your fresh diapers, we have some punishment to be dished out. Maria, give me your belt, NOW!", Kim demanded while holding her hand out. With some discomfort knowing what was about to happen, she grabbed the belt that was in her pile of clothes. "Now both of you bend over the couch with your noses pointed into the cushions." Again, Mary and Maria did as their were told and bent themselves over Kim's couch. Just as they expected, Kim spanked them both harshly, giving them both whipping after whipping with Maria's belt. For a brief moment, Mary wished Maria didn't wear her belt, but then she sort of felt good being punished by someone else other than Maria. Whenever Maria spanked her, it always felt like she was holding back. At least with Kim, they knew it was nothing personal, it was to teach them discipline, and with each smack of the belt, they both yelped in pain and pleasure. "Don't you dare get your pussies all wet just because I'm givng you a spanking. You two have been very naughty, and this is not a pleasure spanking. If I see so much as ONE drop of wetness show up near either of your clits, you'll get the paddle... for an hour!", Kim warned as she kept the belt whippings comming hard and strong. It wasn't long before they both started crying like little girls. They'd lost track of time, and how many spankings they were at, but it felt like a burning fire across their asses for a long time. After what seemed like an hour worth of spankings, Kim stopped. "You young ladies learn your lesson?", she asked. The two girls whom she beat with a belt simply moaned out a yes. "I can't hear you!", then Kim whipped them both again. "Yes, ma'am!", they said simultaneously. "And what lesson would that be?", Kim sat in a nearby chair to let the bruises sink in, and let the fire-burn from their spankings also sink in through their bodies. "Only little girls and babies wear diapers, and are not sexual when playing at the park!" Maria answered with a slight whimper, Mary only whimpered in agreement. "Good! That means you're learning. Looking through their supplies, Kim noticed something that made her almost wet her panties. She noticed the suppositories meant to activate in a matter of hours to make someone poop like crazy. She decided to use it on them both. She also noticed the sedatives. This is going to be extremely fun, she thought to herself. "I want you both stay where you are for the moment." Kim took the suppositories and after giving both girls a quick few smacks across their asses, she inserted the suppositories harshly. "Just swallow them as you normally do." she ordered them both. Both Maria and Mary thought the same thing, "Oh no! Not again!" The suppositories were only supposed to be a one-time deal, and now they're being used against them. They both knew they'll be spanked for sure after messing their diapers again. "Stay there! I have a surprise!", Kim told them as they both wiggled their bottoms from being spanked so harshly. Within minutes, Kim was back with just her bra top on, and instead of panties, she wore her strapon dildo, "If you think all I do is take care of children, you're wrong. I have sexual needs of my own, and I don't get out that often to meet men or women, so you two are going to get fucked before you get diapered." Kim quickly put her strapon cock into Mary's pussy, and fucked it as hard as she could for 20 minutes straight. Mary felt exhausted, but felt it made up for the extreme spanking she got. Maria was next, and Maria was completely caught off guard as her pussy took a pounding from Kim for another 20 minutes. Mary and Maria looked at each other like it was over and they would get their diapers on. Kim wasn't about to let them off that easily. "Now it's time for your butts to get the same treatment!" Kim smiled, knowing that being anally fucked, done right, felt awesome. She wasn't about to make it very comfortable for either of her "baby" captives. She wanted it to make it rough, but pleasurable. Mary was first while Maria watched, knowing she'd be next. She could tell from the look on Mary's face that it definitely wasn't something she expected, but in a way, she looked like she enjoyed it, even if it was a little rough. She had to watch for 15 minutes as her girlfriend got butt-fucked. It made her hot, and somewhat horny. It was Maria's turn, and as soon as Kim's strapon dildo penetrated her butthole, Maria felt very uncomfortable. It was like she had to take a dump, but it wasn't going to happen. As Kim kept pounding her dildo in Maria's ass, Maria moaned and cried out in pain and pleasure. She didn't know what to think, if anal sex was better than regular sex. She thought to herself, as straight as she could while getting her butt rammed, that Mary and herself should try anal-fucking if Kim lets them go. "I know what you two are thinking, and I'm not letting you go until I think you two have learned your lesson!" Kim finished her anal fuck of Maria, and instructed them both to lay down on the changing mats after cleaning them both up with wipes and toilet paper again. Laying butt naked in front of a stranger wasn't exactly how they planned their night to be. Mary had in mind a night of gentler sex, where she would let Maria give her the spankings this time around and leave bruises. But it was apparent that wasn't going to happen. Mary and Maria lay still as Kim put their diapers on carefully and methodically. The tapes were securely snugged in as Kim smacked their bottoms over and over again, as if the spankings were not enough. She helped them both stand up, and without warning, Kim took a snapshot of them both standing with their diapers on, no shirts, no pants, just their diapers. "That's insurance, in case you decide you want to call someone.", Kim smiled devilishly. "Now, we should get you two into some night clothes. I got the perfect outfits that I just bought for a client." She held up one finger, letting them know to wait. After several minutes, waiting with their sore bottoms covered by their diapers, Kim returned with a couple of CareBear pajama suits. Mary and Maria both noticed that the hands were simple handmuffs, designed to keep the person wearing such suits from unzipping the nightwear. "Mary, you can be in the blue CareBear outfit! And Maria, you can be in the red CareBear one!", Kim put up the pajama suits up to each of them to make sure they'd fit. "Before we get ya in those, we're gonna put ya both in plastic panties, to keep any leakage from escaping!", and with that she pulled two sets of plastic panties that had rainbows, teddy bears, and other baby-ish icons all over out of her small bag. Maria was first to be put in one, and then suited up in her red CareBear outfit. After being zipped up, Kim carefully used some duct tape to tape each of her hands up so that after putting on the handmuffs, she wouldn't be able to effectively use her fingers through the muff. Then she taped up the handmuff so that it would be impossible to get it off without her help, or Mary's, but Mary knew she would receive the same treatment. Mary got the same done to her as she got her plastic panties on, had her hands taped, and had her handmuffs taped up so she couldn't undo the zipper at all. "Now, we're gonna get you two back to your apartment across the street, and once there, we're going to get you sedated, with a paci in your mouths. Depending how you two behave, another round of spankings might be order, maybe with a paddle and a belt, who knows!?" Kim laughed, knowing full well she'd be giving them a very harsh punishment no matter what they did. Mary and Maria knew this, but at the same time they enjoyed it as Kim escorted them back to their apartment. Within minutes, they were put in their crib. It was the first night in a long time that Mary and Maria couldn't cuddle like they normally did, but it was worth it. Kim kissed them both on their forehead as she administered the sedative. "Good night lovelies. I look forward to spanking you both in the morning!" Kim calmly said as she went back to her place. Morning came quicker than Kim expected. She noticed she was tied up to her bed with one arm free. She also noticed she was in a diaper, and her free hand was still down inside her diaper. Oh now I remember! She thought, I chained myself to the bed post after I put a diaper on and masturbated like crazy until I passed out. Kim also noticed that her diaper smelled funny. She figured she must have peed herself after having a few glasses of wine after taking the two girls home to mess their diapers. Oh my gosh! I need to go get them and ... Her thoughts came to a sharp stop as she noticed a woman standing over her bed. It took her a minute, but she recognized the woman was... Oh my god! She thought to herself. "Hi Kim, I'm back!" the woman standing over her bedside sweetly greeted her. Kim knew exactly who she was, her ex-girlfriend Gina. "Hi, Gina! It's been a while. What are you doing here?" She laughed, but felt a little exposed and humiliated. Gina had never known about her own diaper fetish. Gina smiled, knowing this was a stroke of sheer luck catching her ex girlfriend in a very compromising position, especially wearing a wet diaper. She was going to savor it, and decide later how to use it to HER advantage. Kim didn't know what that would be, but she knew she was going to get it bad. Her butt would be about as sore as Mary and Maria's. (Again, to be continued. Comments welcome. diaperedndenver@gmail.com) The girlfriends and the nosey neighbor.txt The girlfriends and the nosey neighbor.txt

For a year now I have accepted my enjoyment of diapers even though my parents took a strong stance against them when I was a teenager. now im a adult and have my own job and my parents accounced to me that they are going on a 3 week vacation in july and leaving me home alone since I have a job. for the last two years now I have made do with what cheap diapers they sell at walmart since its the only store near me that has a self check out and im sick of their leaking crappy diapers that always leak. Now however since my parents are gonna be gone for a long vacation I want to get some good diapers and have them mailed to me while they are gone however I went online and was blown away with all the stock and different styles of diapers! since I have no idea what diapers are good and what diapers are bad I really don't wanna waste what little money I make at my job I really was hoping you guys could give me links to you're favorite diapers and give me ideas on what would be the best diapers to buy. (description of what I like) I like the thick plastic feel and I enjoy nice patterns however my bigest concern is leakage...also I have around a $300-500 depending on how much I save this month so im not afraid to buy the good stuff so long they are good diapers also I wouldn't get another chance like this for along time so I wanna buy a lot of diapers....please leave links to the diapers you recommend. thanks!

Quick Intro. Hiya hiya all. I am Reyna Campbell. I'm a young trans woman who lives in Columbus, Ohio with my Mistress/Fiancee. We have been together for almost a year and a half now and have been learning more and more about eachother everyday. I recently came out and told her that I have an interest in wearing diapers and being treated like a baby sometimes. She has been hesitant at first but then this happened... So after an all night chat with my Mistress about our different fetishes and such, I have got her extremely interested in my DL fetish. Enough so that today she let me order my first package of ABU Cushies and bought me a pacifier. She is finding it all very exciting and so am I. She called me Baby Pet today and I just went so wide eyed. This is so great and I am so happy about this recent development that I just had to post it. Thanks listenting to my super happy life developments. Much Love, Baby ReynaPet =^-^=

Say, I just realized something... I've been so busy reading all your posts, I forgot to ask if there are any minorities around. Being black myself, I'd like to know. I did see an earlier thread about this, but it was started back in 2005. I assume since we're linked by a desire relatively uncommon, there is probably little room for discussions on minority ABDLs, as far as racism is concerned, but that's not my issue. My issue (aside from the one soaked up by my thick diaper) is one of curiosity. My therapist has suggested I think about being raised by a family of a different race, and how that might be related to my fetish. No, this guy isn't an a**hole, I think he's just curious. So...any minorities or adoptees out there? I'd love to hear from your experiences. Or email me! xtrabulk@gmail.com

Hey everyone, I'm new to the site. I wore diapers in high school so I guess I'm returning to abdl. I recently bought some Abena Abri-Form X-plus medium diapers for my 34" waist and I'm having some trouble with them. It seems as if the waist is made for Small because the tapes don't wrap all the way around my body. I need some advice on sizing and how to put my diapers on. Can anybody help me? Baby Pablo

Hi, I have been wearing diapers for 9 years now. I have intersystal cystitis, which is a very painful disease where the inside of my bladder is raw and inflamed. It causes great pain and bladder spasms. I have been managing this disease with diapers and some medication. The traditional meds didn't work for me, but I am taking flomax and another for nerve pain. I joined this site because I wanted to make friends with others who wear diapers and to be able to talk about it openly. I am married and have 4 boys, they all know about my diapers, but I don't talk about it with them. Over the years I have grown to like diapers. I am not a "diaper lover" so to say, maybe a "diaper liker," but out of necessady. I think diapers are very cute and adorable. I enjoyed the time when my boys were in diapers. My youngest (5) was potty trained by age 4 (he took the longest). I have tried many, many, many different diapers and I am always looking for something new and better. I'm hoping that this site will help me with that. I look forward to your support!

Here is another try at posting this story. It was posted during the lost period in the forums this week. The story is complete, so enjoy. All feedback is appreciated. Roommates by Write and Left At long last I was starting college. No more of the oppressive rules I had to grow up with. No more being punished for something I could not help. I started to unpack before my new roommate got here. My mother had just left and I had to be good, as I did not want her to expose my secrets to the dorm. I pulled all my clothes out of my trunk and started hanging them in my closet. Then I took my supply of Depends out of the bags and put them in the trunk. You see, I wet the bed. This has been the source of many problems over the years and I want to keep it hidden. I then took a combination lock and locked the trunk. Now that my secret was hidden, at least until that night I arranged the rest of my room and got every thing organized. I did not want to argue with my new roommate, so I took the smaller desk and I set up my laptop. I checked that I could connect to the network and thus satisfied, I arranged my textbooks on the shelf above my bed. It was a small room, but I had only brought some clothes and my computer, so I was in good shape. I then made my bed. There was a plastic sheet on my bed and I bit my lip, embarrassed. "Did my mother tell them about my problem?" I thought. I glanced over to my roommate's bed. She had just stopped in, threw her stuff on the bed and went to the bookstore. "No, her bed has a plastic sheet too. They must have put them on all the dorm beds." I lay on top of my bed and stared at the stuff on hers. She had 4 boxes, 2 suitcases, and what looked like some computer equipment. She was still getting raped by the bookstore. I had some time. Maybe I should just peek in her suitcases. No, I would not do that. What if she looked through my stuff? I would not like that. During the brief period of time I saw her, (when we were assigned our room and she brought her stuff from her car) she asked me if I would go to Wal-Mart with her. I lay on my bed waiting for her. Her parents had taken her to breakfast before she went to get her textbooks. My mother took me straight to the bookstore after I unloaded my stuff. I did not argue with her as I had time to unpack. I was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. It was rather hot and I would rather be wearing less. However, I was embarrassed to not be covered more because of some things that happened back home. Since I started wetting the bed my mother made me wear diapers at night. I did not mind too much because it was more comfortable then sleeping in wet sheets. However as I got older, the punishments got worse. When I got to the age that the other girls were starting to shave their legs, my mother said I couldn't until I stopped wetting the bed. I got teased from that time until I graduated. I had some nicknames like Butch Beth and Harry-legged Liz. I also was never allowed to have makeup. When I started high school, on days that I wet the bed, I had to wear diapers starting when I got home from school. I did get a reprieve during times when we were out of the house, but when we got home again it was back in diapers for me. So today, I am not wearing diapers. I will tonight, but I need them tonight. I want to go to Wal-Mart today, so I can get some razors and stuff and finally be able to compete with other girls for boyfriends. The bedwetting thing will hurt my chances, but I do not think I can handle being called Betsy Wetsy and Butch Beth. I grabbed my computer and started playing Solitaire. I was on my 4th game when the door opened suddenly. My new roommate walked in with an armload of books and dumped them on her desk. She waved goodbye to her parents and closed the door. "Hi," I managed to stutter. "Sorry, I had no time to get introduced earlier," she said smiling. "I'm Vikki." "And I'm Elisabeth," I said. "You can call me Beth, if you do not prefix it with anything." "Oops, bad high school nickname, huh? Well I got to get unpacked, then we can catch the bus to Wal-Mart," she said. "How do you know where everything is?" I asked. "My older brother just graduated from here last year," she answered, "He told me where everything is." I lay down and started thumbing through one of my textbooks while she unpacked. She hung up all her clothes and pulled a TV out of one of the boxes and set it on here desk. She also set up her computer. The other boxes she just stacked on the floor of her closet. I did not get to see their contents. She booted up her computer, and with some minor swearing, got it onto the network and then checked the bus schedule. "Okay, its 15 minutes until the next bus." She glanced at my long sleeved shirt and jeans. "You have time to put on something a little more suited to the weather." "No, I am fine," I said. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked me. "Yes, but I will change into something cooler, when we get back from Wal-Mart." "Okay, suit yourself," she said, "It gets hot here." We caught the bus and headed down to the Wal-Mart. I stocked up on chips and pretzels and then went to the beauty supplies. I headed over to the razors and grabbed some shaving cream and disposable razors and threw them in my cart. I then went to the make up area and selected some various items. "Girl, that is the wrong color for you!" Vikki said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Isn't lipstick supposed to be red?" "Well it depends on the person, but I guarantee that bright red lipstick does not go well with bright red hair. The eye shadow you picked clashes with your green eyes. Here get these instead." She selected similar items of more suitable colors. Here I was exposed as a make up buying rookie. The next thing I know she will find out about how hairy I am. I had to get prettied up. If I continued to be ugly and a bed wetter both, no one would ever like me. Vikki was nice so far. I hoped she would continue to be nice if she found out my secret. We got what we needed and headed back to the bus stop. We took the bus back to the dorm and went to our room. As I was unlocking the door, Vikki whispered desperately in my ear, "Hurry up! I really got to pee." I opened the door and she fled past me into the bathroom. I gathered my bathroom stuff together to take a shower and added in my new shaving cream and razors. Then I put the other stuff I bought away. I carefully stocked the refrigerator with the computer scientist's secret weapon: Mountain Dew. I knew I shouldn't drink it with the bedwetting, but not being allowed to drink sodas all these years did not make a difference one way or another in the number of night time accidents. She came out and said, "Hey, lets get a pizza!" "I am okay with a pizza, but can't we do it later, I need a shower now," I said. "Sure, go ahead," she said. "You look all sweaty. I told you to put on shorts." "I will be awhile," I said. "Are you sure you don't need anything in there?" "No, it is all yours," she said. "Go for it." I grabbed my stuff and headed for the bathroom. I peeled of the sweaty layers of clothes and got naked. "Goodbye, Butch Beth," I said and stepped in the shower. After washing, I smeared shaving cream all over my legs and pulled out one of my razors. I then started shaving. I never realized how hard it was. I never had a father to watch how he shaves his face, and women always shave their legs in the shower, so there is never an audience. I shaved off a big chunk of skin the first time. Then after a few nicks, I got the hang of it. I made it through with no fewer than five nicks and the big cut. Then I had to shave the other leg. This time it was easier. I got it done with only one knick. I was then done. I then looked down at my under arms. How was I supposed to shave those? After twisting myself like a pretzel I got into the right position and finally finished. I rinsed off and inspected myself for missed spots. Satisfied, I said, "Goodbye Butch Beth, Hello Pretty Beth." I smiled and then blushed. I hoped Vikki didn't hear me say that. I slid on the non-granny panties and matching bra I got at Wal-Mart and then put a little sleeveless number and khaki shorts on. I had them both and wore them a few times before, but I was always teased when I did so, so I stopped. Now with a few passes with a razor, I looked pretty, not ridicules. I cleaned up the bottom of the shower, which was now a hairy mess, and got every thing gathered up. My self-esteem was rising. I then tried to dab the bloody spot with some toilet paper. It was still bleeding a bit, but it was mostly stopped. It was worth it I thought. I came out and put my stuff away. "Did you just cut yourself in there?" Vikki asked. Does she notice everything? She problem guessed I am a leg-shaving rookie too. And she problem will find out about the bedwetting. This is too close of quarters to hide. What am I going to do? "I cut it a little bit," I answered, "Its stopped now." "Just be careful," she said, "Now I am ready for that pizza." We ate pizza and watched TV all afternoon. We also ran around the dorms meeting people and having fun until bedtime. I got separated from Vikki, and it was late anyway, so I went back to my room. I would have to figure out how to keep my secret a secret. How could I open my trunk and grab a diaper out and put it on without Vikki noticing. If I could get a five minute head start at getting to the room... I open the door and went in. I then notice Vikki had a diaper in her hands. Quickly I closed the door and went to confront her. She snooped through my stuff. My plans of keeping my bedwetting a secret were dashed to the ground. I was in shock. I went up to her and snatched the diaper away from her. "How did you get in my trunk?" I yelled. "You looked through my stuff. I hate you." I turned and ran into the bathroom where I fell to the floor and started balling. What is she going to think? I need diapers and still ball like a baby. My brand new make up was running down my face and now the whole campus would know in a matter of minutes that I wet the bed and wear diapers. Classes hadn't even started yet. Just now she was probably going down the hall waving my diapers around saying, "My roommate wears Depends! Look!" "Let me in!" I heard outside the bathroom door. I was still sobbing. If Vikki thinks I will forgive her... "Give it back!" I heard her yell. "Give what back?" I choked out through sobs. "My thing you took," she said in a lower tone of voice. I slowly opened the door. Her face was bright red. She seemed to be embarrassed. "Give it back," she said pointing at the diaper. "So you can show everyone in the dorm what you found in your roommate's trunk," I said, "I thought we were friends." "I don't know what you are talking about. I am certainly not going to show anyone," she said. "Fine. How did you get in my trunk?" I asked. "It was locked." "Are you saying you have diapers in your stuff too?" she asked. She seemed to feel a little better. "Yeah," I mumbled. I looked down at the floor. "See these are mine." she said. She showed me one of the boxes in her closet. It had two bags of Depends in it. One was open. I opened my trunk. My diapers seemed to be intact. "I guess I owe you an apology. I was trying so hard to hide my night time problem, that when I saw you with one, I only assumed it was mine and the whole campus would find out. I thought you would be mean to me too." "Well I guess there is no harm," she said. "At least we don't have to hide it from each other. I might have reacted the same way if I caught you with a diaper in your hand." I grabbed one of my own diapers. "Well we should get these on for bed then," I suggested. We our are diapers on the comfortable way. We put them on while lying in bed, instead of standing in the bathroom trying to get the tapes right. "Do you think the put the plastic sheet on our beds because we are both bedwetters?" I asked. "No," Vikki answered, "All the beds in the dorm have plastic on them. It's not just for wetters. People drink and puke on them and spill stuff. No one will think that." "Oh, I didn't think about that." "So tell me, was today the first time you shaved your legs or wore makeup?" "Um, yes." "I thought so," she said smiling as she reached to turn off the light. "No one could pick such horrendous colors or cut themselves that many times without being a newbie." "I would have, but my mother wouldn't let me until I stopped wetting the bed. I got called horrible names, like Butch Beth." "I don't think you look butch at all," she said, "I got called Icky Vikki all the time because I had an accident or two a year." "I've been there. I once wet on stage at state choir competition. Even even the choir director called me Betsy Wetsy. My name was Betsy Wetsy in the program for the next concert." "Ouch," said Vikki. "My mother would have put me in diapers for a week during the day as punishment for that." "Yours too?" I asked. "At least you could do things to be pretty. I had to wear shorts or dresses with hairy legs. I got teased left and right." "I am glad you are my room mate," Vikki said. "I am glad you are my room mate too," I repeated. "By the way, when we have exams, we should wear protection. There are no bathroom breaks during exams," Vikki said. "Well lets get some sleep," I said. "Okay, good night."

Hi everybody, I was driving up some nice lanes which I use as a shortcut and got to thinking how many diapers I have used? I worked it out to somewhere in the region of 5,250. And then I thought how much has that cost? I worked that out as well, and it is somewhere in the region of £1,900 that isn't including my plastic pants, so I estimate about another £100 for pants so about £2000. Wow that is a lot of money. If I could go back and change, I wouldn't.

Ok so heres the story. I've been dating my current girlfriend (who is 21, I am 20) for 2 years and about 3 months now. Last night we were just relaxing on the couch when she told me about a fantasy that she wants me to and her to do. I couldn't believe it cause she has never told me about this before haha. Anyways we go into talking and sharing some of the "fantasy" things when all of a sudden I could bring up diapers and see where it goes. I have never told anyone about my diaper loving ever so I didn't outright just blab out and tell her. I made up a story which was part true part false. Basically I said that I got hurt in one of my hockey games when I was in high school and it affected my bladder so I sometimes had to wear diapers. But that's all I said and she seemed to be very accepting about it and thought it was cute. She really is a very accepting girlfriend in case you wanted to know. She will support me no matter what. But now here comes my hardship. What do I do now? What should I tell her? How can I get her to either diaper me or put her in a diaper and we can enjoy it together. Like a fun "fantasy" thing. Which ironically is a fantasy of mine. So please people I need some advice! Thanks.

Ok so heres the story. I've been dating my current girlfriend (who is 21, I am 20) for 2 years and about 3 months now. Last night we were just relaxing on the couch when she told me about a fantasy that she wants me to and her to do. I couldn't believe it cause she has never told me about this before haha. Anyways we go into talking and sharing some of the "fantasy" things when all of a sudden I could bring up diapers and see where it goes. I have never told anyone about my diaper loving ever so I didn't outright just blab out and tell her. I made up a story which was part true part false. Basically I said that I got hurt in one of my hockey games when I was in high school and it affected my bladder so I sometimes had to wear diapers. But that's all I said and she seemed to be very accepting about it and thought it was cute. She really is a very accepting girlfriend in case you wanted to know. She will support me no matter what. But now here comes my hardship. What do I do now? What should I tell her? How can I get her to either diaper me or put her in a diaper and we can enjoy it together. Like a fun "fantasy" thing. Which ironically is a fantasy of mine. So please people I need some advice! Thanks.

How many people out there have "learned" to wet the bed uncontrollably? If so, how long did it take to develop the behavior and have you enjoyed the loss of control?