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nonny

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    Ageplay
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Watersports
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  1. Hey, have fun playing with secretly being in diapers. It’s such an entertainingly naughty game. Little Kings are my all time favourite. They’re comfortingly, cosily bulky, so not the most discreet when you’re still at home with your living companions. That’s the tricky part. It would be pretty easy to be noticed by the visibly padded profile of your pants or a baby-patterned diaper waistband sticking out when you bend over. But once dressed and out you can get away with wearing your diaper very easily under winter clothes and a longer coat. And even better, if feeling naughty is the intent, once you’re out in the world you can peepee your pants anywhere and any time you like, just like the other little kids in diapers.
  2. It’s fun to see where others’ peak interest is. I’m 100% on the side of eventual loss of control and wetting. Desperation is of course such a part of that but it’s all leading to that ending... And like others here, I can’t handle intense shame or humiliation as part of this. (Probably because that’s what I felt as a little kid on the many occasions when I had “done it.“) So my favourite tropes include a helpless accident and someone making it all okay. A boy and a girl are stuck in [your favourite desperation situation] together. Traffic, a broken elevator, walking each other home late at night after a delay. Like @kbeasley7 above. Each is crossing the line from “wish I’d gone earlier” to not yet admitted true desperation. One dares to mention the need and the other quickly confesses too. They sympathize with each other’s now obvious and growing urgency and assure each other of course they will make it. They’re adults. But relief is still far away for [generic story trope] reason. They blurt out to each other in the same moment that they don’t think they’re going to make it. And now they’re in it together. Bonded forever by what comes next. Holding and mirroring and healing each others’ shame as first helpless little leaks start to become visible, then growing wet spots, until finally, just as safety is almost at hand, it’s too much and they give in and lose all control. The aftermath might include the release and comfort of lovemaking (possibly starting right where they stand in their wet clothes), and/or telling each other (as the washing machine spins) the stories they’ve never before shared with anyone, of the childhood and adult moments when they did this before.
  3. My omo play is rooted in actual accidents I had as a little boy. The utter embarrassment of having them and trying to hide them at the time, and then this being unexpectedly eroticized — desperation and wetting — at puberty. So my “unpopular opinion“ is I love ageplay in combination with omorashi. A lot of my early play, before I even knew the word omo, consisted of role-playing being little and having an accident in my diapers or pants.
  4. Pooping my pants has 10 or 100 times the intensity of wetting them for me. I’d been playing with desperation and wetting for two years when I tried it. My pee games (in alone-time after school) often involved role-playing having an accident. A scene I acted out again and again was being a little boy who couldn’t help it or didn’t make it in time. Or I’d play with being a baby in diapers who wet all day long with total permission. I’d make myself all wet in one of these ways, and play with myself. But babies and little boys having an accident don’t just wet. It was strange and embarrassing to me that I ever did that so much messier and more taboo thing, even as an actual baby. What did it feel like? Peeing my pants or diapers was supposed to be gross but I’d found it was a warm sensory delight, a turn on and a naughty game. Surely pooping your pants must just be shameful and nasty though… Except my first little cousins were born at that time and when they visited I would sometimes see them poop themselves. It never seemed to bother them at all. They would get a focused look on their faces and fill their pants right in front of everyone and then toddle or run around perfectly happily, even sitting in their mess repeatedly. Sometimes they’d be in poopy diapers and actively fight being interrupted and changed. One of the most mind-bending things of all was how normal and even funny and adorable all the adults, including my parents, found it all. It’s this mix of innocence and taboo that makes it so fascinating to me. It’s the most helplessly embarrassing, infantile thing we could possibly do when we were “big kids” or adults… but as babies we all just stood or sat or lay there and pooped ourselves without a care or thought. Our relatives cooed and commented to each other with fond amusement, and even cheered us on. When I did it in my pants the first time I was totally reliving being a toddler. I wanted to know what it feels like. I put myself in makeshift diapers (just layers of underwear) and squatted down and pooped myself like my baby cousins in my living room. I half expected to love the feeling and half expected to find it so bad I never thought about doing it again. It was sooo good that first time, the feelings of doing it, and being in a dirty diaper afterwards, and the naughty thrill of it. It’s too messy and impractical to do very often, but it’s still one of my bigger turn ons. When I do it I still do it much the way I did as a teen. I imagine being little, loved and cared for, and savour every bit of the feeling as I give in to the primitive desire and fill my pants. These days I’ll occasionally wear an ABDL diaper and go “full baby” in it for a few hours. My favourite thing is the innocence of being the age when it was expected and allowed. Slipping back in time and reliving all the warm, pleasurable, cosy, squishy comforting sensations of being a wet and messy little boy without a hint of self-consciousness or shame.
  5. I have an inner toddler and preschooler who sometimes gets himself in this exact situation
  6. There’s also the very funny period of time when mom and dad are potty training a 2-3 year old, encouraging them out of diapers and into being big and accident-free with all the sincerity, practicality and commitment of any other parent… while secretly exchanging looks at what they have to say because they enjoy omo or diaper play themselves.
  7. My early omo play led me off exploring in some exciting directions, including wearing makeshift diapers and wetting myself like a baby. It seemed weird and embarrassing but somehow awesome that we went in our pants all day at that age, and got checked and changed, and couldn’t help it. Pretty soon I couldn’t help thinking about how as a baby I didn’t just wet. Wetting felt so good, and (gross as the idea seemed) over a couple of years I got more and more curious about “what did poopy diapers feel like?” Ultimately I had to find out. The first time I did it I squatted slightly in the middle of the room like a toddler and thought it felt amazing. It was too risky and messy to do very often but I would get curious about some scenario and before too long I’d really act it out. Pooping myself like a baby sitting in a high chair or car seat was one of the best. I knew babies often did both. I’d seen them do it. It was fascinating to imagine — how hard would it be to get it out, and what must it feel like with nowhere else for that warm poop to go except squishing and spreading all through my diaper or pants. I’ve done it a few times (I tried it in a soft armchair too) and under the right circumstances it’s of the most babyish things and just feels the best.
  8. It's thrillingly naughty. The mix of complete ordinariness and this kind of secret play.
  9. After lots of years of playing with omo I've ended up being into diapers too. There's a very nice convenience factor to them, and it's easy and safe to be secretly naughty (or just innocent and childish) in public, and I can play for a long time sometimes.
  10. My first ever very non-sexual material — before I really even understood what sexual feelings were — was diaper ads in my parents magazines. I got funny trembly feelings "down there" and all over about the fact that the babies in the ads were expected and allowed to go to the bathroom in their pants. And I wanted to know just what it felt like, and I wanted to do it too. It was gross, embarrassing and taboo and also somehow totally irresistible to think about. The first few times I really did it I was trying to imagine being that age.
  11. Wetting ourselves is a mix of forbidden (since we were toddlers), daring/naughty, and full of sensory pleasures that often cross over into being erotic. I often have an awareness I need to go and an instant unbidden thought: what if I did it in my pants? Can I? Do I have time? Do I want to...? And of course I do want to. If I'm going to go for it and wet, one way I fairly often do it is to step into a little 'ageplay' scenario in which I'm 2 or 3 or 4 again and about to have an accident. I have a fascination ever since this started with what it was like when we were little, and sometimes (or as babies, always) did do it in our pants. I'll imagine where and why it's happening, and then watch and feel myself helplessly do it till I'm warm and wet all down my legs like the little boy I used to be.
  12. We cloth diapered our kids. They’re adorable, soft and comfortable, leak less (if you do it right), cost a tiny fraction as much and avoid roughly a ton of pretty nasty waste per baby going into landfill. Diapers are messy no matter what kind. It’s just part of the deal with babies (big or little) who pee and poop in their pants. It really wasn’t a lot more work, typically it’s one extra load of laundry every two days. (OK, the rinsing can sometimes be messy.) I find there’s more of a diaper scent around a house when disposable diapers are being used. I haven’t been able to do cloth for my own play because of laundry circumstances right now. I’d love to try them...
  13. Being given permission to wet is such a favourite scenario. Probably because I was soooo shy and embarrassed about all this as a little kid. Shy to have anyone know I needed the bathroom. Ten times as shy and embarrassed once I’d started to wet my pants and was trying to hide my wet spot... So I love to imagine a kind parent or babysitter seeing me struggling to hold on, maybe already a little wet between my legs... We’re somewhere where they know I’m not going to make it, and they give me permission to just give in and let go. I look up at their reassuring face as they watch me pee my pants, all down the front and running out my pantlegs. And then they take my hand and walk me to the nearest bathroom to change me, or walk me home.
  14. Absolutely. I'm having a rough week and last night I did something stress-relieving I instinctively do a few times a year. I slept in a diaper, and wet myself several times, enjoying every minute of the comfort and consolation.
  15. Wow, all of you posting for six years and I just show up now and win.
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