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scinosensation

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  1. I think the commercial availability of diapers for adults in the early ‘80s led to the greater societal acceptance of need to pee being openly discussed, at least among women
  2. I heard some of it; I did hear he was in discussions with Wood Brothers as well as JGR
  3. Chase Briscoe to JGR 19 car! Hope he does well.
  4. Ms. @BrandiGirl, you do pose a question that, at least in my opinion, deserves clarification. You will probably get a faster response from the moderators if you were to pose your question, exactly as you wrote it here, in the Feedback forum. @Kyuu will respond quickly.
  5. They called campus police because that was how non-injury cases were were routinely transported to the health center. It was a campus of 25,000 students, with bars and liquor stores surrounding the campus. I think I was essentially being treated as an alcohol problem.
  6. I realized I had left out something relevant to the topic of this thread. When I was certain my body was finished emptying itself into the toilet and my underpants and pants I rinsed out my mouth and drank more water, then retuned to me bedroom. I took off my pants and underpants and thought for a second that I might more issues that would be made easier to deal with if I were in diapers. I had no diapers. However I had many underpants. (It was easier for me to buy more underpants than it was to wash what I had, so I had over 20 but most were in my dirty clothes.) I got a clean underpants, put it on then went through my dirty clothes and put on all I could find, around 15 to 20 . I went to bed and quickly fell asleep. Roughly 3 hours later I woke up and immediately realized my makeshift diaper was in fact needed. I have no idea whether I statrted to pee in my underpants and woke up or woke up then started to pee. In any case I had no chance to even get out of bed. When my bladder seemed to be empty I felt my butt and my crotch. I was damp but not wet on the surfaces, but soaked inside. I got up, took off all the layers of my “diaper”, put on one of my remaining clean underpants and went back to bed and back to sleep. I woke up again and intended to take a shower. First I needed to drink something so I got my soft drink from the refrigerator. I felt absolutely nothing in or around my bladder. Then, after drinking a couple glasses I went toward the bathroom only to find it occupied and the shower running. I felt my crotch rapidly warming and the warming rapidly spreading. I dashed back to my bedroom. After a cleanup I went back to bed. Twice more I needed to have my pants changed. After 18 hours, score card: peed 5 times. Peed in toilet 0. Peed in pants 5. Pooped 1. Pooped in toilet 0. Pooped in pants 1. I needed to be in diapers! I hoped I would recover. I made a point of emptying my bladder into the toilet every hour until bedtime. I had a huge amount of laundry to take to the laundromat the next day.
  7. I’ve always been a with underpants wetter, sometimes wearing 3 or 4, sometimes 15 to 20. Never without.
  8. @TinklePants, I can relate. Your mother seems to be an exaggerated version of mine! Do you now wear diapers regularly? Have you been able to form lasting loving relationships?
  9. I’m a bit confused about “the night in plastic pants”. The first was the result of my having been taught that having sex is a mortal sin for which I would burn in Hell. In spite of that I got talked into trying with the same woman who I had taken to the Christmas party. She moved into the same dorm complex I was living in, and we both worked in the dorm cafeteria. On this day we both worked dinner. My specific job ended after hers. She changed clothes and met me as I got off and took me to her dorm unit and got me checked in. (Men in that complex had roommates while the women did not have roommates). We walked up the three flights of stairs and got to her room. We were heavily into foreplay when she sharply told me to not do it that way. I was already very nervous and that guaranteed I would not succeed. I became very very nervous and started shaking and unable to move. She called a male friend of hers to come over. He basically told me how disappointed in me he was and that I just wasn’t man enough. By this time my bladder was very full. He finally left leaving me with one good thing: he would not see me pee in my pants. Shortly after he left she told me I had to leave immediately because it was midnight (when all males had to be out). I told her I had to go to the restroom. She said there wasn’t time. I said I needed help. She helped me stand up and walk out of her room. I said again I had to go to the restroom really really really bad. She said it was too late. We started down the stairs. I was very slow because I was very nervous and I was terrified that I was going to pee in my pants. We got down one flight and started the second when the pressure in my bladder became unbearable. I stopped and grabbed my crotch asI felt a warming start and rapidly spread up to my waist then down to my crotch. She told me I wasn’t just not man enough; I was just a little boy who wasn’t potty trained. We finally got down to the entrance and she told the RA to check me out and call for help. Several other women friends came in and saw me. The campus police came and put down plastic for me to sit on. They drove me and the woman to the health center. I got taken in and put on an exam table while the woman was in a separate room talking to the on duty physician. I was laying on my back struggling to control my bladder. There was no way I could see to call for help. I felt another irresistible pressure wave and my underpants were rewarming. I did stop the flow. Finally the physician came in and talked to me and said there was probably nothing seriously wrong but she wanted me in overnight. A few minutes later a couple of attendants came with a wheelchair with a protective cover. They took me to a room. They asked if I could stand I said yes. They had me take down my pants and underpants. I told them I had to go to the bathroom very very badly. They said it was OK I should get on the bed. They had me roll over then back. They pulled the front through my legs and fastened the sides. I was wearing a diaper! They then put plastic panties over the diaper. They told me to call if I needed anything. I said I was wetting the diaper. They said they would be back and change me in a few minutes. They did come back and asked if I was finished. I said I was. They took off my wet diaper and put on a new one. They left saying I should call if I needed anything. I eventually went to sleep. I woke up and my bladder was pounding. After a few minutes I realized I was wearing a diaper so I peed in my diaper. I called for help. They came, asked what I needed and I told them I was wet again. I was calmed down enough that I asked why they put me in diapers. They said anybody who came in with wet pants was very likely to be drunk and would be wet again so it was easier to change diapers than it would be to help them to the bathroom. In the morning I woke up, was brought breakfast and was told I could check out after the psychiatrist came in. I asked about a trip to the restroom. They said I was in diapers so just go in that. While waiting for the psychiatrist I thought about the night and I realized just how comfortable it was to be wearing a diaper. I was in bed waiting when my bladder reached an uncomfortable pressure so I wet my diaper. I was about to call when the psychiatrist came in. We talked for a few minutes and he told me to make an appointment. He left and I was calling when the aides came in. I told them I was wet. They said they would change me and I could check out. I said I had no dry pants or underpants. They said I could wear scrubs but they were scratchy so suggested I could wear a diaper under the scrubs. I checked out and walked to my dorm wearing scrubs over a diaper and carrying my wet pants and underpants in a bag. I got back to my dorm, got clean pants and underpants, took a shower, and went to my class. A woman who saw me the night before asked how I was. I was very happy nobody said anything that I know of. The second time I spent the night in plastic pants was about 5 years later. In those intervening years I never found diapers or plastic panties for adults. I had gone to a New Year’s party with one of my apartment mates. I got very very thirsty after midnight but there was only many servings of champagne, and every few minutes I drank another. Finally the party ended, my apartment mate and I walked home. When I got home I drank several glasses of water and went to bed. A few minutes later my stomach started objecting. I finally got out of bed, put on my pants and made a mad dash to the bathroom. I started throwing up then dry heaving. When I was done heaving I cleaned out and tried to dry my underpants and cleaned up the floor and cleaned up me. The morning and day were interesting and by the end of the day I realized I was like a New Years Baby. My bladder seemed to have lost the ability to signal fullness or release. The day after that I had a lot of laundry to do, and I went grocery shopping. I “happened” to go down the aisle for infant toddler supplies. I saw the plastic panties for “over 35 pounds”. I bought a pack. I tried on one of the three. It was a tight fit but not uncomfortably so. I took it off and went to work. As usual I stayed at work until 12:30 AM. But I had not used the men’s room for several hours. I got home and put on those plastic panties. I did everything thing as usual except use the toilet. I then went for a walk on the deserted streets getting farther and farther from home and holding my bladder. Before I expected I felt that amazingly great feeling as there was an explosive release and a suddenly appearing warm spot rapidly spread in my underpants. I felt my pants in the crotch, insides of my legs and my lower butt. My pants were dry even if my underpants were soaked. I walked back home and finished emptying my bladder before I got home. There were no leaks! I cleaned up, and rinsed my plastic panties, put on dry underpants and the plastic panties over them and eventually went to sleep. @LDiap, have I answered your question?
  10. The events I described happened 60 or more years ago. I went away to college and lived in dorms when I was 18 1/2. My first semester I saw two women wet their pants then on the way home from a Christmas party I took my date to her apartment but she would not let me use the restroom there. I had a walk of 15 or so blocks. I turned to leave and it became impossible to get home with dry underpants. That same woman played a role in the next two times I peed in my pants, one of which led to the night I spent in diapers and plastic panties in the student health center. The diapers felt so comfortable that I really wanted them to be my regular underwear. It took more than a decade for diapers for adults to be readily available, and the disposable diapers were not as comfortable as the cloth diapers I remembered. During college I was typically wet several times each year.
  11. I thought of myself in a period of frequent wetting from 11 1/2 to almost 14 years old. One external thing during that time was a newspaper article. A girl about a year older than me had been in an horrific traffic accident and both legs were broken. An accompanying photo, in newspaper halftone, was taken from the foot of the bed. Both legs were in casts and pulled up in traction. The thing that really got my attention was that she was wearing a diaper. In my brain there was proof that it was not just babies who wore diapers!
  12. Any Harry Potter fictions necessarily involve underage characters. I suggest that with the new guidelines that the fanfic in question was removed by the moderation team
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