Search the Community

View File assisted diaper messing(21) 4 awes assisted enema diaper messing+3 re ups from old blowout thread Submitter robster67 Submitted 10/07/2023 Category Female AB/DL Messing  

View File Wetters 2.0(108) 20 mixed wettings to start a new folder(with titled screens 4 the one that moaned at me on the first folder☺️) Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/18/2023 Category Female  

View File who put u in sissy diapers(52) who put u in sissy diapers your student/your stepmummy/your wife/your sitter? Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/02/2023 Category Male  

View File so how did u get into diapers ?(26) confessions Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/01/2023 Category Female  

View File are u sure u can`t see it she does it to make u happy Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/29/2023 Category Female AB/DL Messing  

View File 100 clip bundle(Diapered) a good mix of cuties doing what they do best ageplay/roleplay/ screen shots not in order 1/2/3 gwen 4/5 p nurse 6/7school diaps 8/9 school secrets 9/10 sexy working 11/12 pullups all day/4 new clips screen shoot named following clips should be in order Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/22/2023 Category Female  

View File wetters(108) a good mixture Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/22/2023 Category Female  

Among other things I am finally responding to a request from @tanin on 3/23/2022 All this happened before adult diapers were readily available, and the internet was used by physicists to rapidly communicate with other. Growing up I had real accidents every couple of years then when I was 11 1/2 discovered how good it felt to hold until I couldn’t hold, and I used “accidents” to get my mothers affection. I had known for years that things like diapers for adults existed, and about 5 years earlier had spent a night in a hospital bed in diapers, but I had never seen any in stores. What I describe below marked my final surrender to omorashi. I was living with three male apartment mates. This night and next morning one had his girlfriend stay overnight. Another one and I had gone to a New Years Party. We got to the party a couple hours before midnight and there were about a dozen people, all in my age group, and the host, our work supervisor. Before midnight there were all the munchies, soft drinks, beer, wine etc. as would be found at most parties. At midnight everything to drink disappeared except the champagne. We all toasted the New Year. I developed a fierce thirst and the only thing to drink were many servings of champagne. I lost count of how much I drank. I was able to walk normally when the party broke up. I walked home with my apartment mate. As we got home I told him specifically that I was very drunk but not as drunk as a girlfriend had gotten: she had gotten so drunk at a party that she wet her pants. He said “that poor woman”. I went on to say that I never really saw her again after that. My apartment mate said she probably saw to that. I said that was too bad because I really liked her. I drank a lot of water and got undressed and went to bed, wearing only my undies as usual. My bladder was not sending any signals I was aware of. warning for emetophobes: skip the next paragraph About 15 to 20 minutes later my stomach started complaining and suddenly got worse. I quickly got out of bed, put on my pants and shirt and made a mad dash across the apartment to the bathroom. I got there and just barely got the toilet seat up as I started throwing up. My stomach was quickly emptied then I started dry heaving. I got one particularly strong heave emetophobes: safe to resume reading I was aware that my butt was forced open as a solid emerged into my underpants, and the front and crotch of my underpants rapidly warmed, and the warmth spread down my legs. My pants had a large visible wet area. When things settled down I cleaned out my underpants, got water to rinse my mouth and drank more water. I was seriously freaked by my “double accident”. I went to my bedroom and took off my pants and underpants. I felt something like that might happen again so I thought I should be in diapers. I thought of improvising a diaper by putting on all the undies in my laundry basket, close to 20. (At the time it was easier for me to buy new undies than it was to do laundry). I went to bed and was soon asleep. The next thing I knew it was still dark. I do not know the order. I woke up, and I recognized I was peeing in my pants. Only when it seemed my bladder was empty did I stop. The inner layers were soaked but the outermost layer was only damp. I got up, took off all the wet undies and put on one of my few remaining clean undies and went back to sleep. It was bright and sunny when I woke up again. I put on pants, and shirt, grabbed a towel and headed toward the bathroom. Someone was inside taking a shower. (I later learned it was the apartment mate’s girlfriend, cleaning up from her own issues similar to mine). I got some water to drink in the kitchen then turned around and headed back to my bedroom. With no warning I felt a sudden uncontrollable release and rapid warming at my crotch, spreading around my front, crotch, butt and down my legs. I was so glad none of my apartment mates saw me and that I was in my room before any trail or puddle formed. I took off my pants and undies, put on clean undies and went back to bed. I fell asleep and when I woke up it was after noon. I got my robe and towel and went first to the kitchen to get some of my soft drink then to the bathroom. I took a shower and dried off. I went back to my bedroom. I got dressed and started putting on my winter coat. I felt a very sudden powerful pressure and release. The warmth rapidly spread around my crotch and down my legs. I took off my coat, took off my pants and undies, dried myself, put on clean undies and dry pants from my laundry basket. In spite of the nuisance I was seriously triggered. I absolutely had to go in to my place of work; otherwise I would lose months of work and have to start over. I went to the trolley/subway stop 2 blocks away, got on and rode for over an hour including a wait to transfer lines. I got to work and set about doing what I needed to do. There was nobody else there but I kept a lab coat nearby. During the 2 hours I went to the water fountain several times. As I worked my mind drifted to my situation. I was taken by the fact I had wet pants several times and in spite of the nuisance I was drawn to do more. When I was done I deliberately took a risk. I did not use the men’s room; I wanted to see if I could get home dry. I left the building and walked to the subway and waited for the train. The sun was going down. As I got to the station I heard a train leaving. IIt was a holiday so I had an wait of 20 to 30 minutes for the next train. Finally one came. I was getting no signals from my bladder. I got on and started the ride home. I had to wait for the transfer so the time to ride home was going to be o close to 2 hours. As the subway car emerged from the tunnel and became a trolley it was dark. I still felt no urge. The car had several people on it. About 20 minutes later the trolley approached the stop before mine, roughly 3 blocks, I suddenly felt a powerful pressure wave followed quickly by warmth rapidly spreading around my crotch to my butt. I stood up and got off, with my leg warming. My winter coat hid my wet area as I got off but my leg was getting warm. As I waited to cross the street a puddle formed at my feet. I had left a trail. I walked home and just hoped I could get into my apartment without being seen. I did get in without being seen. I took off my wet pants and underpants, and put on my last clean undies. Every hour I used the toilet until I went to bed for the night. It hit me as I got home: this year, all 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 was a New Years Baby! I woke up the next morning and used the toilet, got all my laundry together and carried it to the laundromat 3 blocks away. I got everything washed and dried and took it back home and got it all put away. The sensation and normal control seemed to have returned to my bladder, but I took no chances. I took a shower and got dressed. I went to the store a block away and bought food and other things. I “happened” to go down the aisle for supplies for infants and toddlers. (Several years later adult diapers became readily available, but until that happened I did not have access to such things.) I saw one thing that grabbed my attention. There was a section with Gerber brand, and cheaper no name brand, plastic panties. I saw a pack labeled “over 35 pounds”, the biggest. I thought “OK, I’m over 35 pounds”; about 100 pounds over 35 pounds. I bought a pack. After I got home and had everything put away I opened the pack of plastic panties. I tried to put on one of them. It was a tight fit around my legs and waist,. While the elastic bands were stretched the panties themselves were not stretched, and they completely covered my underpants. I took them off and got dressed for my usual day of work. I worked all day as usual and got home after 1 AM. I had taken a risk in not using the restroom for several hours before I left. I had felt dehydrated so frequently went to the water fountain and drank a soft drink. I got home dry but with a noticeably full bladder. I put the plastic panties on over my underpants and put my pants back on and left the apartment. I walked along the dimly lit back streets wandering farther and farther away from my apartment. I continued walking for about an hour as my bladder was feeling increasingly strong pressure waves. I felt a very strong pressure wave and then a tingling. I felt the amazing explosive release as my underpants rapidly warmed. I stopped the flow as quickly as I could. I felt my pants, around my crotch and butt. They seemed dry. I felt inside my pants and everything outside the plastic panties was dry. Inside my plastic panties my underpants were soaked as far as I could reach. I started the walk home and every few minutes felt another release. There was a growing pool in my plastic panties but no signs of a leak. As I got to my apartment building I checked my plastic panties and there was a significant pool inside but no sign of wetness on the outside or around the leg openings. In front of my apartment I emptied my bladder. My pants remained dry. My plastic panties were bulging but there was no sign of a leak. I had found a way to pee in my pants and nobody would know! If I had a bad day, I could distract myself. If I had a good day, I could celebrate. If I was stressed, I could release the stress. If I simply wanted to I could pee in my pants.

Role Reversal – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - Saturday morning I was anxious to see how my baby prisoner was doing and walked down the hall to his room. Chris was sleeping. He looked adorable, and I wanted to straddle him to make love, but that would have to wait. "Is my favorite little diaper slave awake yet?" "Does Christy need her diaper changed?" Chris woke up and I approached his bed. "Let me check your diaper to see if you were a good girl and wet it like you were told." I could tell by Chris's panicked face that he didn't do as he was told. I slid my hand under his plastic panties and down into his diaper. It was dry. "So baby has a hard time listening to Mommy?" "I see that baby is hard, is that keeping baby from wetting her diaper?" I put my next plan into action. "Since baby doesn't wet yet on command, I must show you how it is done." I produced a funnel with a flexible tube attached to it. I reached over and put the flexible tubing down the front of Chris's diaper and held the funnel in my hand. "If Christy won't wet, then I will show you how it is done." I removed my panties and made sure that Chris could see exactly what I was doing. I climbed up on the bed and moved so that I was kneeling over Chris's chest. My legs were on each side of his chest and my pussy was staring him right in his face. "Watch closely Christy, I want to make sure you see how to wet a diaper." I put the funnel between my legs and pressed it firmly against my pussy. "Mommy needs to pee so badly after such a long night." I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles the best I could. Chris knew what was about to happen to him and squirmed in his bonds to try and resist. It was pointless. At first, it was difficult to pee into the funnel because I was having trouble relaxing enough to pee. The delay worked to my advantage because I could feel Chris continue to squirm under me, and it just made his anticipation last that much longer. I took one last breath, released it slowly and started to pee into the funnel. I didn't want to miss Chris's expression, so I opened my eyes while I continued to pee. My pee made a hissing noise as it hit the plastic funnel and I rocked back and forth while I emptied my bladder. With my free hand I made sure that the end of the funnel's hose never escaped Chris's waiting diaper. Chris's expression seemed obvious. He looked startled, but it appeared that he liked what was going on. I know how nice a diaper feels as it becomes heavy and wet and now Chris was able to experience that same feeling. It took awhile to finish peeing, but I finally finished. I removed the damp panty that was still lodged in Chris's mouth and moved closer to Chris's face until my legs straddled his face. I instructed Chris to place his tongue through the front of his O ring gag and he complied. "Christy, I have just peed, and I need you to clean me up with your tongue." It was a bit of a struggle, but Chris pushed his tongue through the leather circle and touched my pussy. I took his head in my hands and moved it around to make sure that I was thoroughly licked clean. "Christy, you are at least good for something." I reached down and pulled the tube end of the funnel from Chris's diaper. I then turned around on Chris's chest so that my face was looking at his diaper and Chris had an intimate view of my ass. I backed up so that my butt was pressed against his face. "Christy, you know what to do...lick me slave!" I in turn put my lips to the outside of his diaper and kissed his hard throbbing cock through the plastic material. I massaged his diaper with my hands as my kissing continued. Chris was doing a great job with his tongue and I knew if I continued playing with Chris, or he continued licking me, we would both explode with huge orgasms. But that would have to wait, because I wanted to keep Chris at the brink of sexual fulfillment. I knew that if I waited, Chris would be a more willing but somewhat frustrated slave. It would also provide me with even more motivation to torture poor Chris and watch his frustration grow. I climbed off of Chris's chest and saw the disappointed look on his face. "It seems like the name Christy is fitting for you so that is your name for the rest of the weekend, understood?" Chris reluctantly nodded. "I am going to take my shower and then come back and get you ready for the day." "You are in a pretty wet diaper, but it is my pee and not yours that is keeping you warm and comfy." "You still have not wet your first diaper, but I think that will change." "Oh by the way, don't go anywhere while I am in the shower." "Relax my little diaper slave and welcome to my old world of surrender." To Be Continued…

Role Reversal – 9 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 9 - Sex at last? I entered the nursery and found my baby just where I left him. "Christy, how is my little diaper slave doing?" "I think I smell the strong odor of your pee-pee." "Did you finally wet your diaper?" "Let me see." "OH, I guess you did wet yourself!" "Now, aren't you glad that Mommy put you in a diaper?" "I have been ignoring my best little girl so let me get you out of your crib and change your diaper." I helped Chris onto the changing table and took the extra precaution of attaching his bondage mittens to the eyelets on the table, but left his legs free. I didn't think he would escape, but I didn't want to take any chances after he just spent 3 hours locked in a crib and sitting in a wet diaper. (I was worried about Chris taking revenge on me as his frustration grew.) I unlocked the diaper cover and removed his plastic panties. I couldn't believe how heavy his diaper was. It was drenched. One thing remained constant and that was Chris still had a full erection. I cleaned him up and took my time to powder his sensitive skin. The effect on Chris was obvious and he was moaning like a girl in heat. I knew how far I could take Chris's excitement and still be able to stop before he experienced a "happy ending." I took him right to that point and teased him, "My little diaper slave seems like she wants Mommy to continue, but Mommy is disgusted by your rude behavior." He pulled at his bonds and begged for relief, but I stayed firm. I knew Chris would be a more attentive slave if I could keep him excited, but not let him come. I read in one of Chris's books about a woman having to endure a dildo in her butt underneath her diaper and I had that in my plans for Chris. This was another reason that securing his hands to the table turned out to be a good idea. I took some petroleum jelly and rubbed it deep into his butt crack. Chris probably thought I was just preparing him for his next diaper, but I was preparing him for a little more. I picked up the dildo from under the table so that Chris couldn't see it. I could have waived it in front of his face, but chose the sneak attack instead. I worked a small finger into Chris's back door and I could tell Chris was enjoying it. I replaced my finger with the tip of the dildo and began to slowly work it up Chris's backside. Chris tried to expel the intruder with his butt muscles, but I kept moving it up until it reached its final resting place. I taped his new diaper in place and that helped hold the dildo in place. I found new plastic panties and put them on over his diaper. I then pulled the diaper cover up between his legs and this forced Chris's legs slightly apart. When the cover was pulled as tight as I could get it, I snapped the two small locks on it that locked it shut. "Look at you Christy, it looks like you are wearing a diaper chastity belt." "That is probably a good thing for a diaper slave so that she stays true to her master." The diaper cover ensured that the dildo would stay securely in Chris's bottom. It also meant that Chris had no chance of removing the dildo. His frustration continued. "Christy, let me release you and help you onto the floor." The diaper cover is spreading your legs and it looks like it would be uncomfortable to walk." "In fact, for the rest of the day I want my baby Christy to crawl." "You will not be allowed to walk." "By the way, I noticed that you didn't thank me for putting that 'little intruder' up your back entrance." "Where are your manners?" "I see you still have a lot to learn." I walked over to the corner of the nursery and sat in the rocking chair. I instructed Chris to crawl over to me. I was still wearing my leather skirt and spread my legs to give Chris a little peak as he crawled in my direction. "This has been a long and tiring day for Mommy." "I need to sit back and relax while I let you relive my sexual tension with your mouth." I hiked up my skirt to reveal that I had put on a tight pair of red rubber briefs. I knew that this would drive Chris wild and that was all part of my plan. "Put your mouth and tongue on my crotch." "I want to feel you licking me through my rubber panties." Chris looked so cute between my legs and I felt so powerful directing my new diaper slave. I took his head in both of my hands and pushed his face tightly to my rubber panties. Wow, what a feeling of sexual power! Today's activities were driving me wild and it was not going to take long for me to come. I stopped Chris momentarily while I reached down to slide off my rubber panties. I pushed Chris's face back to my waiting pussy and rocked back and forth as waves of excitement took over my body. I was almost yelling when my climax consumed me. "Nice job my slave." "I suppose you want some relief too." I took the rubber panties I was wearing off the floor and pulled them over Chris's head. "Christy, my little diaper slave, you look silly wearing my rubber panties over your head, but I bet you are enjoying smelling the rubber and your Master's scent." "Rubber panties get me so hot and I am afraid my juices collected in the panty's rubber crotch." "Can you smell your Mistress, my little diaper slave?" Chris didn't say anything, but lowered his head in shame. I wasn't done humiliating him yet. I took the rubber panties off his head and held them up to his face. "I want you to put your tongue on these panties and lick them clean so that I can wear them again." Chris reluctantly started licking the panties and I stroked his head. "Now my slave, it is time to get over my knee." "Chris started to complain, "...but I thought you were going to take care of me sexually, not give me a spanking." "That is your problem...little diaper babies are not supposed to think." "Besides, looking at the front of your diaper all day tells me that you are enjoying this just fine." "Now get over my knee and shut up!" I was going to spank Chris, but first I wanted to remind him of the dildo he was wearing in his butt...like he needed to be reminded? With Chris over my knee, I reached down over Chris's diaper cover and put pressure on his bottom. My intent was to wiggle the dildo through his diapers. The dildo would not move much as it was tightly confined in his diaper, but I was more concerned about having Chris feel the psychological power I had over him. Chris loves to have his butt played with so his pleasure and moaning was real. I stopped because I sensed Chris was working up to a climax. I was still the boss. I was going to chose if and when Chris was going to get relief. I picked up the wooden spoon and began to spank Chris's bottom. He struggled, but I had a good grasp on him and he knew he was in no position to struggle too much. I kept spanking his bottom. It was making more noise than hurting him because after all he was diapered. "Christy, I want you to practice your counting." "Can baby Christy count to ten so I can keep track of the number of strokes?" Chris counted to ten as I delivered the remaining blows. Actually I was surprised he went along with this, but it showed how much progress I was making with Chris's discipline. Chris was a very strong man, but I was getting to him and he actually shed a few tears. I took him in my arms and rocked him the best I could. I got everything I wanted out of Chris's first day as my diaper slave. The evening was almost over for Chris because I wanted to get him to bed by 8:00pm. I thought this would show him that Mommy was the boss and made up the rules, even his bedtime. Before putting Chris to bed for the night, I fed him baby food, cleaned him up, and put him back on the changing table for his nighttime diapers. This time I selected cloth diapers for Chris. I decided to remove the dildo from Chris's butt because he might have to go poo in the night and I wanted him to use his diaper if that situation presented itself. I knew Chris would wet a lot during the night because I had been giving him fluids constantly throughout the day. I selected 4 thick diapers and slid them under Chris. I did the usual powdering and then pinned the diapers in place. Chris was going to feel thickness between his legs like he never felt before. My idea was to use 4 diapers so that Chris would be incapable of taking his mind off of the feeling between his legs. I didn't put plastic panties on Chris and he started to ask why. I told Chris, "You ask too many questions." "Now back in the crib you go." What Chris did not know was that when I changed the crib sheet I placed the bedwetting pad under his crib sheet. If it got wet in the night the alarm would again sound. I thought by now that Chris's hands probably needed some relief from the bondage mittens, but I also didn't want Chris playing with himself during the night. I secured a new leather collar around Chris's neck and locked it in place. This collar had two leather wrist restraints hanging from the collar that were meant to secure a person's hands. The length of chain was only about 8 inches on each chain so I knew that once I put Chris's hands in the restraints, he would be unable to lower his hands to touch himself. It was now safe to remove his shock collar and his bondage mittens. Chris was actually more helpless in his current state with his hands locked to his new collar. I tested his ability to defend himself to make sure that his bound state was effective. "Is my little Christy ticklish?" Chris immediately tightened and tried to protect himself. I knew Chris was very ticklish around his belly. "Christy, is baby ticklish on baby's tummy?" I began tickling Chris's stomach and Chris was rolling around in the crib hysterically. He tried and tried again, but he couldn't push my hands away. The leather restraints chained to his collar were not going to let Chris protect himself. I was convinced that he was sufficiently bound for the night. I reached down below the crib and unfastened the top piece for the crib. (It is stored under the frame of the crib.) Chris's hands were helpless, but unless I locked the top on the crib, he could climb out. I wanted to have Chris feel captured and bound and if this crib didn't do the trick, nothing would. I attached the bars to the top of the crib and locked it in place. I put on some soft nursery rhymes and left a little night light on in the room. I also turned on a nursery monitor so I could hear everything going on in the room. "Good night Christy." "Sleep tight my little diaper girl." I left the nursery and Chris behind to contemplate what might happen next. I took one final glance to see Chris curled up in his diaper and looking out between the bars of his crib. He was my diaper girl. He was clearly under my control and his sexual frustration and humiliation had to be almost unbearable. I knew that my plan was working and I couldn't wait for Sunday morning. To Be Continued…

Background: my wife had taken a job 1500 miles from where we lived, and after 1 year was coming back home. I went to help her move back. We packed up the car and started the drive back. We took a leisurely drive back, visiting several amazing National Parks. I frequently held it and made no serious effort to find a restroom. She was sympathetic. After we got home the grass was seriously overgrown. I drank 2 liters of Coke and about an hour later, when I became aware of my bladder, I started mowing. I was about half done and couldn’t hold it. My undies were soon soaked and there was a growing pool in my plastic panties. A few days later my wife went to the doctor and discovered she was pregnant with our first child. She got home and told me, and much to my surprise, made me promise to stop wetting, including wearing plastic panties when I mowed. I agreed, but hid my plastic panties. I stayed dry. She gave birth in an emergency C-section. We got home and I went back to work, doing both my job and her job. After several weeks the infant started sleeping through the night. The infant was about 2 1/2 months old. I got home for the night. She gave me holy hell with both barrels about why I wasn’t helping more with the infant. I drank several cups of tea and a soft drink with dinner. Then I managed to get into the bathroom without her knowing. I had a mountain of paperwork to do. I put the infant in bed and she went to bed. I started dealing with my paperwork, the hard part first leaving the mindless part for last. I became aware of the growing pressure in my bladder. I continued with the paperwork until I had to struggle mightily to control my bladder; I held until the last possible seconds. I really wanted to stay dry. I got up and walked to where to the left was bathroom and to the right was infant’s room. I turned left, got my pants but not my plastic panties down and was in front of the toilet when the infant started crying. I was completely dry. I very much did not want my wife to wake up, so I thought if necessary I could change and clean up me and she would never know. I got my pants up and went to the infant’s room. I was just inside his door and sure enough I felt a release and my undies rapidly warmed, so I needed to be changed. I got to his bed and leaned over. The need for being changed got much more pronounced. Then I felt his diaper and he needed to be changed too. I picked him up and put him on the changing table. I concentrated on changing him so I couldn’t hold. There was a growing pool in my plastic panties as I changed him. I put him back in his crib then went back to the bathroom and took off my pants, then sat on the toilet and took down my plastic panties and emptied them, and finished emptying my bladder through my undies. I went to our bedroom and was getting clean undies. The infant started crying again. This time she woke up wanting to know what the noise was. I told her it was the infant and I had just changed him so had no idea what else I could do. She got up and went to him. I took off my plastic panties and soaked undies, put on my new undies and went to bed. A few days later she asked me point blank that when the infant started crying I seemed to be doing something with my undies drawer so I peed in my pants, didn’t I? I told her what happened, except for the plastic panties part. I said I was going to use the toilet when the infant started crying, and I quickly decided I wanted her to sleep so I thought if necessary I could clean up me so I went to the infant and I did indeed go in my pants. Would she have preferred I let the infant awaken her? I was dry for about the next 6 months. I didn’t even wear plastic panties while mowing the grass.

Before adult diapers were available I tried toddler diapers but they just didn’t work. They were too small. I tried “over 35 pounds” plastic panties and they fit! I could wet and they didn’t leak until they contained close to a full bladder release. Over time most of my wettings were plastic panty wettings. My question: Where should I post my plastic panties experiences; in wetting experiences (my preference) or in Diaperd ABDL experiences?