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Hello name is gato, currently leaving the military and desiring to go 24/7 and embrace my little side more as i get used to not being in the USarmy anymore. hoping to get a roommate i can be myself around but also for friends here to chat with!

Finally getting a chance to tryout the banana trick soon. I’ve read about people using up to 6 whole bananas, and while I’m sure they mean smaller ones, just imagining taking in 6 massive bananas.. only to struggle in attempts not to mess them out. And how long it’d take to push them all out… Will update EDIT: I’m currently sitting diapered up trying to hold everything in. I started with some mini marshmallows to loose up before the first half. A lot of the banana squished but after the first they started to pop in. I did 2 medium bananas and mini marshmallows until I felt super full. Now I’m holding it desperately writing this update. EDIT II: I didn’t end up lasting long, and soon most of the bananas blasted into my diaper. I could still feel more though, and as I got exhausted of pushing, one more half banana log shot out involuntarily. Squishing it around and sitting in it felt amazing and just like the real thing. I then did my business (heh) and cleaned everything up. I have suspicions about more banana being left so I threw on another diaper for a short nap. EDIT III: I think it all came out. It’s partly hard to believe that what came out was nearly 2 whole bananas, but it did basically fill my whole diaper. And inserting them was a bit more trouble than I expected so I thought the thicker ones hadn’t come yet. But in all it was a very nice experiment

I’ve been looking for abdls in the Tulsa area to meet. I am a male age 18 and I love to wear diapers. I will do ANYTHING to get diapers. I want to do an abdl meetup in person at some point.

Hello guys, just seeing if there was anyone who would like to hang out (:

Hi, you can call me Ubi. I'm 18 yo and I'm from southern Sweden. If anyone around that age and around that location would like to talk or anything don't be afraid to msg me. I'm aroace and I'm only a DL. I'm not into anything sexual. I'm still living with my parents so I've never worn ABDL diapers before, but really want to.

Bea. - 6 a.m. Before the sun crests over the trees, I’m awake and in uniform. There’s much work to be done before my mistress wakes. With a damp cloth I quietly run up and down the floors of the villa. Careful to dry them after. The patio swept of minute debris collected since the day prior. - 7 a.m. In the basement I separate the laundry by color and prepare them to go in the washing machine. Taking special care to handle my lady’s undergarments. Those receive different washing standards as they are rather unique. While below the villa, I take stock of the larder for today’s breakfast. We’re well stocked from last week’s delivery. I’ll make her favorite. A tall stack of cakes, side of sausage, and fresh orange juice. After bringing a few supplies up to the kitchen, I dust all corners and surfaces. Including the frames of paintings and photos alike. - 8 a.m. It’s close enough to the time to wake my mistress that my anticipation is building. One of my most favorite times of the day… I power through and put together a meal for myself. The same meal planned for my mistress. As usual I finish eating and cleaning my dishes in time to draw her bath. - 9 a.m. The table is set for her, and the bath hot enough to sink to a comfortable warmth by the time my lady has been roused. My heart hammers in my chest as I open the door. On her bed, tangled up in sheets, is she. My mistress. Just a bit taller than me at 5’10. Her messy gold locks spill over her shoulder. Her nightshirt slipping down an exposed shoulder. This sight is for me, and me alone. The sleepy and disheveled form of the most put together woman whom I’ve known my life entire. My mistress so beautiful. Elegant. Lovely. Kind. Soggy. I’d drawn closer to the bed, enriching myself with her sight. The state of her exposed diaper very apparent through the clear plastic cover. It’s everything I can do to keep from pressing my hand into it and her. Yet I am nothing if not professional. Rather I place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Good morning, my lady.” Sleepily her light brown eyes open, slowly focusing on me. She yawns, the back of her hand covering her mouth. “Morning, Bea... I cannot thank you enough.” She extracts herself from the sheets and lays in preparation. I’ve already prepared her mat. As she slowly works, I’m treated to many blessed sights of her bare flesh as she contorts on the bed.. Working together we get the changing mat beneath her. The plastic pants are slid past her legs before her bottom reaches the padded mat. We meet eyes. She flashes me a smile before laying down fully. Internally I swoon. The poor dear is soaked front to back. Madame always did joke that my lady was a heavy wetter in her early days. Something I had intimate knowledge of in these recent months. I pull the ribbons I’d tied the night prior round her waist. I pop the adjustable snaps and pull the front panel away from her loins. No matter the number of times I’ve completed this process, I’m always stunned by her half nude form. Forcing myself to move I begin wiping her down with a warmed wet cloth. Taking care to clean inside her as well. My gaze flicks up. Mistresses’ eyes are closed. A peaceful expression on her face. Finished with the front, we get her bottom raised. I hastily clean her rear. Before lowering her down I pull the mat and her sodden garment away- allowing her now half naked form back on the bed. “My lady.” Gratefully she takes my extended hand and I pull her into a standing position. I motion to the door where the bathroom awaits her. “Thank you, Bea. I’ll soak for a moment.” Turning away she elegantly departs the room. The only sound her bare feet on the wooden floor. The bottom I’d just changed in the corner of my eyes as I fail to avert my sight. I hear the bathroom door down the hall open and close with an audible click before I allow myself to lose composure. A storm brewing inside me now unleashed. In an unbecoming sight I flop onto her bed. Soaking in her scent. The flowery perfume she always wears mixed with the lingering scent of her nighttime accident. My hand bumps into the balled up mass of her cloth diaper, still on the bed. In burning need I cup the discarded, bulging padding. “Oh Mistress… My lady… I-I…” It still retains some of her warmth. O-Of course I need to pick it up to take it to the laundry room… At least that’s the working justification for my depravity. I use my other hand to tease myself through my uniform. Through my undergarments. My back arches and I bury my face into the sheets. I bite down on the fabric to minimize my inappropriate sounds. Eyes closed I remember the sight of her laying before me. It is burned into my mind. How the cloth conformed to the curves of her body. The feeling of her skin on my hand. She needs me. She needs me. I shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t be so happy. I know it’s wrong. I know. I’m a horrible servent. No more high society. No more talks of grand futures or political marriages. It’s the accidents that got her consigned to the villa. It’s the accidents that fulfilled my greatest and deepest wish. I care not for this wet garment. Clutched desperately in my hand. It is not my fetish. She is. ~ ~ ~ Claire. - 6 a.m. I’m tangled up as I often find myself. Always the active sleeper. Try as she might to be stealthy, I still hear Bea getting ready for the day. My eyes close. The comforting sound of my Bea on the edge of drifting consciousness. - 8 a.m. I’m firmly awake. I stretch starting with my fingers- moving down. Arms, neck, midsection, and legs. My attention returns to the massive bulk between my legs. Of course, still dry. It’s about time. Faintly I hear Bea in the kitchen. She’ll be here soon- within the hour. With no effort I open the flood gates. A satisfying warmth settles into my diaper as I smile to myself. The cloth wicking away all moisture as it appears My hand slips past the plastic of the cover and traces the ribbon Bea had expertly and lovingly tied. Her hands on my most intimate bits just one sleep ago… Going lower I push the warm, sodden cloth into myself. My breath hitches. “Aah… Mm…” Thoughts of Bea fill my mind. My diligent, loving, gorgeous, and gentle maid. Debasing myself with these ‘accidents’ was worth this outcome. I’d do it all again. It was just us now. A childhood promise made real. We’d remain together. Forever. I’d made sure of it. The thought almost brings me to completion. My toes curl into the sheets. As my free hand covers my mouth. A rush so intense I could pass out, leaving my diaper a bit more than just ‘wet’. … Cool down Claire. There will be time for this later. Bea’ll be here any minute… Reluctantly extracting a hand from my padded underwear, I find a comfortable position to rest in for the remaining moments of solitude. Kept company with the familiar warmth of my thoroughly used diaper. - 9 a.m. The door opens. Soft sounds of Bea’s footsteps fill the room. A hand is placed on my shoulder. “Good morning, my lady.” The sound I’d waited all morning to hear, Bea’s welcome to the new day. Turning to see her I’m greeted to the sight of my Bea. Just a little shorter than me at 5’5. Looking beautiful in her black and white ruffled uniform. Her brown hair tucked behind her ears. I put on a good sleepy show including a yawn more genuine than not before I reply. “Morning, Bea... I cannot thank you enough.” Slowly I extract myself from my blankets. Doing my best to give Bea a show. I’m sure a blush paints my face. She’s so damned oblivious. Any other would have long since realized my intentions… But I love her for it. She’s too cute. Finally ready, we get myself lifted onto a changing mat. Somehow Bea had already removed my plastic pants. I can feel gravity attempting to pull the damp cloth away from my bottom. Bea’s sharp yet warm green eyes meet my own. I smile, lingering as long as possible before I lay down eyes closed to get the process started. Though a shockingly cold air sweeps across my privates I make no sound. I’m accustomed to such fleeting moments of discomfort. Especially when it is followed up with a nice warm cloth. I can feel Bea’s hand through the material. Her warmth. The light pressure of her nails. More than anything I want to push myself into her… But that would be unbecoming of me. A lady such as myself could never make the first move. … Perhaps more obvious hints will be needed in the future… My thoughts are interrupted as Bea attempts to lift my rear. I oblige and assist; disappointed we’re reaching the end. Before I know it, I’m lowered to the bed. No hint of mess I’d made on my person. Inwardly I sigh, she’s grown much too quick at this. “My lady.” She offers me a hand up, a smile on her lips. I gratefully accept. My touch lingering a little while longer than necessary after standing up. “Thank you, Bea. I’ll soak for a moment.” With as much grace one can muster without any sort of lower half clothing, I exit the room. Praying that Bea’s eyes closely follow my depart. Down the hall and to the right I’m met with steam upon opening the bathroom door. The tub is full with water that feels just right. I cast my nightshirt aside into the hamper and tie up my long hair. Not in need of a wash quite yet. Nude, I lower myself into the water. Slowly to adjust to the temperature. She’s just so perfect. My Bea. So wonderful and sweet and prepared. I sigh. Wondering if it would be an unusual request that she join me in the bath one of these days. Is that beyond the realm of common sense? We used to do it all the time as kids, back before our relationship was so constrained… … Ah well. I have all the time in the world to build to that. There are more important things to focus on right now, anyway… Closing my eyes I caress one of my breasts. A finger tracing my nipple. I do my best to mentally re-live the change I’d just experienced. I think about the change I’ll soon experience once I’m clean. Going a step farther, I think naughtier. Our bodies pressed together. Lips locked. Her knee grinding the cloth padding into my mound. Disheveled outfits. Our breath in close proximity. Maybe she’ll take me and declare me hers. Or maybe I’ll pick her up and- “Fuwaaa~” Without even a finger entering or teasing my outer folds, I’m spent. No stamina for this sort of thing. Not when she’s involved. Oh Bea, how could you do this to your poor mistress? Low in the tub I sink. The breath I release coming out as frothy bubbles. That was nice. Very very very nice. Lethargically I grab the loofa and lather up. The sooner I wrap this up; the sooner I can rejoin with Bea and get a change from her. After that bout with my active imagination, I need her hands on me again in some way, shape, or form The [Change].pdf

So I noticed I’m in the minority when it comes to diapers, like everyone LOVES plastic backed, (so much so whenever they make a new Clothback diaper everyone DEMANDS a plastic backed version) though I’ve always been into the clothbacks, I mean basically all baby diapers are clothbacked now. Yeah there was a time when they were plastic backed but I’m just not nostalgic for it. And I’ve had a vintage Barney plastic one when I was 9 and used it, but that was about it. Still not really into plastic backs. I mean I’ll still wear and use it but I don’t get that much enjoyment out of a plastic back Tapes, everyone’s seems to love four tapes, and that I’m forced into as the market and the minority wants four tapes, but my body doesn’t like four tapes quite as much as the bottom tapes often pop off during sleep or extended use (unless it’s the few rare kinds like (kiddo premium nights) I’m not sure what’s the stance on sticky tapes, but I prefer Velcro tapes, sticky tapes can only be re-adjusted so many times, and sometimes they can rip the shell off. Two tapes just fit my body better, plus the mediums adult diapers tend to run just a BIT small on me, so the tapes are closed to the thighs then the center, but also larges are too big. The only two tapes I can think of are kiddo junior plus and super dry kids (but those are sticky tapes…) and the bunny hops, but I think the 2 tape version got discontinued. Then there’s the abu cushies, but both the plastic and clothback were discontinued. And the kiddo teddy ultra the four tape fits better for me and the rise is good, but the 2 tape one has a rise that’s too high. So if you’re a two tape, Clothback lover such as myself. There kinda is nothing… and the stuff that was good that was there was shelved. I guess that makes sense because it’s not in demand. But yeah. Patterns what’s your stance on patterns, I know one ya of diaper lovers love plain white diapers, but that just doesn’t do it for me. I love diaper prints, especially the more childish prints, idk, they’re just comforting in a way, but I also like other kinds of prints like for example pretend agains new diaper (pixel pals) while it’s super busy (in a good way) it uses a gaming motif that’s not babyish and I commend them for it ^^ anyways, what your thoughts on diapers? Or any of the topics I just talked about I’d love to hear what you think.

Hello! This is the first (and so far only) ABDL story I've written. I finished it last fall and posted it on Reddit and now I'm putting it and any future stories I write up here too. It's a DL slice of life story about a couple in their thirties with the boyfriend in diapers 24/7. It contains detailed descriptions of diaper usage as well as changing. I hope you like it! Feedback/criticism is welcome. I kept the two characters in this story nameless but plan to name them next time I write about them. A Change After Work It had been a few months since she and I decided to make the dynamic 24/7. After we had moved in together the pipeline from wearing around her to her more actively participating was surprisingly quick. Of course, making it a full time thing was her suggestion. Though it came with its own set of hurdles the payoff was more than worth it to both of us. I loved being in diapers, and she loved keeping her boyfriend in diapers. Now that we were in our early thirties, we had realized that it was worth living in a way that made us happy. After all, it was harmless at the end of the day. As I walked down the hallway to our apartment I felt the familiar pressure down inside and knew what was coming. My tummy was early today. Normally this didn't happen for a couple hours or so. Oh well. I thought to myself as I approached our door. She'll be able to take care of it soon enough. Shouldn't be more than a half hour before she gets home. After entering and locking the door behind me I loosened my belt before unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down. I let gravity take the reigns from there so that my grey pants ended up in a heap around my feet. I stood for a moment and ran a hand over the smooth plastic now on display. This particular diaper had little drawings across the tape landing zone of various cartoon characters, from Looney Tunes to The Simpsons. She liked doodling on my diapers when we opened up new packs and I was more than happy to be a walking display for her art. A small portion of the front had turned yellow, with squishy gel replacing the fluffy filling. It could hold plenty more though. Normally I'd be a lot soggier by now, but today we had synced up our lunch breaks so we could eat together. While I was there she also gave me a quick change. I bent over and removed my shoes, leaving my tan shirt and black socks as the only non-disposable clothing I had on. The pressure continued to build but my body wasn't quite ready yet. I picked up my pants and emptied the pockets onto the table nearby before passing through the living room on the way to our bedroom. I tossed them into the hamper along with my polo and socks, as they were work clothes. Now naked except for my diaper, I walked to the closet and picked a green t-shirt that was my typical size aside from being short enough that the hem sat just above my diaper's waistband. She had customized some shirts for me to show off more of the goods when we were at home. I opted to go without socks for now. I walked back to the living room, my diaper crinkling as I went. I grabbed my phone from the table and a glass of water from the kitchen before heading for the couch. As I swapped what I was carrying for the remote on the end table, the pressure had finally turned into urgency. There was no reason to wait any longer. After all, why bother holding it? I wear diapers. I bent my knees slightly and gently pushed from within. I grunted softly as my body began to handle the rest naturally. Discomfort was replaced by satisfying relief. There was a muffled squishing sound as the remnants of the last day's meals filled the back of my padding, the semi-solid mass forming a considerable bulge in the back. At the same time I peed a little involuntarily. I sighed contentedly as I finished pooping my diaper. I felt as though not only had my bladder and bowels been relieved but my mind as well. As if the stress of the day's shift spent moving to and fro in a warehouse, fulfilling orders for everything from electronics to frozen foods, had also been pushed into the padded seat. A telltale odor hung in the air around me. I reached back and gingerly cupped my diaper seat in my hand, assessing the damage. My eyes widened. This was a big one even for me. Slowly I lowered myself onto the couch, reveling in the warm feeling of the mess spreading over my butt. There was just nothing else quite like it. Suddenly I heard the buzz of my phone vibrating. I picked it up and saw she had sent me a text. "A coworker's running late so I'll be here an extra hour. Stay out of trouble til then, diaper boy." An emoji of a face with tongue out and winking accompanied the text. Whelp, guess I'm not getting changed for awhile... "I make no promises." I replied, adding a smirking emoji. I didn't mind some extra time to enjoy my full diaper but hoped that the longer wait wouldn't lead to a rash. I shrugged as I figured it couldn't be helped. After all, changing myself was out of the question. I decided to get the daily chores done before she got home. Normally we'd knock them out together but her day was turning out to be long. Not to mention that now she'd be changing a poopy diaper when she got home. Even though she liked taking care of me, it was still work. I quickly went about my tasks, getting them done in about half an hour. There's something about doing chores while diapered that makes the process less dull and more efficient. Since I had some extra time to kill until she got home I decided to play a video game. I grabbed the controller and loaded my save in an open world adventure game I'd been playing through. I sat down with a squish as I focused on the game, quickly becoming absorbed in its virtual world. Occasionally I would wet my diaper a bit more causing it to gradually become more swollen in the front and crotch. After finally overcoming an especially tough boss fight I checked the time. It wouldn't be long until she got here. I closed the game and turned off the TV. As I relaxed on the couch I heard the door being unlocked. "Hey!" I called out as she locked the door behind her. "Hi! What have you been up to?" She said as she got her shoes off. "Not much. Was just playing a game." I said. I knew it was just a matter of time until she discovered how badly I needed my diaper changed. "Did you finally beat that boss that kept kicking your butt?" She asked as she headed my way. Before I could answer she stopped and curiously sniffed for a second. She looked at me with a knowing smirk. "Come here." She said coyly. She beckoned me with her finger to come to her. I walked over, a conspicuous crinkling following me as I did. "Turn around." She said. Again I silently obeyed, spinning around in place so my back was to her. I crossed my arms. I knew what she was up to, of course. I felt a finger slip into the waistband of my diaper tug it away. "Yikes!" I heard from behind me as she peeked into the seat of my diaper. "What happened back here, big guy?" She let my waistband snap back into place and patted my squishy tush a couple of times. I felt my face getting warm. Even after all this time moments like these were still a thrill. "Nature called, and I answered." I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Though I'm not sure how successful I was. "It must have called through a megaphone." She gave the bulging seat a good squeeze. "When did it happen?" "Um, right after I got home." So you spent like an hour playing video games in your dirty diaper without a care in the world, eh?" I just shrugged. "Not like you were here to change me anyway. Besides, it was fun." She smiled and shook her head. "I guess boys will be boys." She took my hand and we walked to our bedroom. “I did actually get tonight’s chores done first.” “You did? Good boy! Thanks for taking care of that.” She reached up and patted me on the head before taking off her work clothes, scattered with stray fur from her job at a pet boarding facility, and discarded them in the hamper. Elated by her praise, I began prepping the bed for my change. I laid a change pad out and set a fresh diaper, wipes, barrier cream beside it. “Hold on a sec.” I heard her say from behind me. I turned to face her and she grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to pull it off of me. I raised my arms to help her remove it. With both of us in just our underwear the difference between us was stark. Her delicate, stylish bra and panties complemented her womanly, hourglass figure very well. In contrast the thick, disposable garment wrapped around my hips, heavily used as if I had no control of my bodily functions, juxtaposed my tall, muscular frame. “You can wait just a few more minutes, right?” She asked as she pulled me into an embrace, placing one arm around my lower back as the other hand groped my squishy padding. I held her in a similar fashion as we both leaned in for a kiss. Our bodies pressed up against each other as we made out, punctuated by the soft sounds of lips mingling and my diaper crinkling. After a few minutes she finally pulled back. “Thanks, I needed that. Maybe tonight we can do a bit more.” She said, winking at me as she traced a finger along my now hardened manhood within my diaper. “Yes, please.” I said dreamily. “Anyway, let’s get you cleaned up.” She gently pressed her hand against my chest, directing me to get into position. I sat back onto the pad and laid down fully as she walked around in front of me. She reached out and gave the front of my diaper a few squeezes, maintaining my erection. Another little way she liked to exert some control over me. “My gosh, you pooped and you’re this soggy?! Your parents really wasted their time trying to potty train you!” She laughed a bit as she teased me. I tried to keep cool, but that remark hit a few buttons. “I was potty trained until someone came along…” She shook her heard as she peeled back the tapes on the left side of the diaper, waiting until after the loud ripping sounds to reply. “No, you were never truly potty trained, because you’ve always wanted to live like this. This is how you’re meant to be.” Even though she was just teasing, she was absolutely right about this being what I wanted. I stared up at the ceiling while pondering her words. As I heard my right tapes being pulled away, I was truly grateful that I was with someone who not only tolerated but embraced this side of me that so few would. Suddenly, her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Hello? Ground control to diaper butt! Don’t forget I need you to do something besides lie there like a board.” She held my ankles in her hand. As it turns out, lifting a grown man’s legs up high while still having a free hand for wiping was not a solo effort. “Sorry. Go ahead.” I said, blushing. She then hoisted my ankles up with help from my thigh muscles, raising my still covered rear off the mat. With her free hand she reached between my legs and took hold of the front waistband of my diaper. She pulled it open, fully exposing me and the natural disaster I’d wrought. The smell increased a bit, but we were both pretty used to it by now. “This might take a while…” She said as she looked over the job ahead of her. “Hope your legs don’t fall asleep!” She then took the first wipe to my groin, the fresh scent of the washcloth slightly suppressing the smell of messy diaper. I gasped at the initial jolt of the cold wipe. After just a moment the feeling became refreshing after spending so long wrapped in the warm, humid environment of my diaper. The cool wipes also caused my penis to soften up again. “How was your day? Besides being long.” I asked as she began cleaning off my prince parts. “The critters were pretty easy to handle today since a few more went home recently. Oh, and Sebastian’s back! His family had a wedding out of town to go to.” She threw another used wipe into the old diaper, then grabbed a fresh one and began wiping my butt. “Sebastian…” I jogged my memory as I felt the first of many wipes being slid across my cheeks. “He’s the old grey cat, right?” I looked her in the eye when either of us were speaking, but otherwise enjoyed the lovely view of her cleavage as she went about her caregiving task. In doing so I found myself becoming aroused again. “That’s right! He’s very sweet. One of my favorite regulars.” She said, switching wipes again and giving my hard-on a playful little flick. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking about buying a table in the artists’ alley at one of the cons here in town. Do you think many people would buy from me?” “They will if they have good taste. Your art’s gotten even better this year and more people online are starting to notice. I say go for it!” I felt a cold wipe being ran through my crack. She smiled at my endorsement of the idea. “I think I will then!” Shortly after that she had gotten my hiney clean and let my legs back down. She rolled the old diaper and used wipes into a ball, taping it shut and setting it on the side of the mat. “And maybe we could put together a cute costume for you to wear.” She took the clean diaper and unfolded it. “Well, maybe…” I blushed at the idea of wearing something attention-getting in a crowded venue. We lifted my legs again and she slid the fresh diaper under my butt. With her free hand she opened the tub of barrier cream and began spreading a layer of it over my diaper area, adding another fresh fragrance into the air. Suddenly I had an idea. “How about we order out for dinner tonight? I think we could both use a night off from cooking. Your pick.” “Sounds good to me! I could go for Italian.” She finished applying the paste and lowered me onto the crinkly garment. Taking a wipe to clean her hands before pulling the front of the padding up between my legs and over my pelvis. Then she taped me up nice and snug. “All done!” She announced as she patted my clean diaper. “Thanks.” I said. She took my hand and helped me off the bed, giving me a little smooch when I was back on my feet. I started heading towards the door when I heard her voice from behind me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I turned just in time to catch the old, balled up diaper that she tossed at me. “Don’t forget to throw out your dirty diaper! You know, the one I just changed you out of? Since you wear diapers.” She put a little extra emphasis on the final three words. “Yeah, yeah, I knew what you meant but thanks for the clarification.” I said dryly as I dropped the squishy bundle into the pail. We then headed to the bathroom together to wash our hands, eager to spend the rest of the evening relaxing together.