ionium posted:

This story may turn out to be quite long in the end, but if you do start reading it, please finish reading it. Thanks.



Note: This is a true story of how I became a DL. However all the information is only from my memory so there could be some things I can't remember so well anymore. I'll try to keep it as true as possible.



I'm 18, will be 19 in December. I've had an absolutely normal boy life. I was wearing diapers till I was 3 at the age of 4-6 I liked to watch other mommies change their babies' diapers. Then during my school up till grade 7 I completely forgot about diapers. Then at the age of 10-11 (in 8th grade) I was once visiting my cousin. She had one of those baby doll that you feed, dress etc. I was playing with her one afternoon and as she was taking off the dolls clothes I noticed a Pampers diaper on the dolls bottom. I suddenly felt a great memory from the past years of me liking diapers come back to me. But I didn't know what that feeling was up until recent days. I asked her if when she's done playing with her doll if I could play with if as well. She didn't say anything and so the second that she left the room I took the diaper and put it slowly on the baby doll. I was so excited about the whole experience that as soon as we got back home I asked my mom if she could by me some of those doll diapers as well. She didn't say anything. I then found out that I had a teddy bear that had the perfect waist size to put those doll diapers on. At first I just liked to put the dry diapers on and off of my teddy bear.



But that soon wasn't enough for me. I once even stole a doll diaper from my friends' sister. She didn't find out luckily. During the next years there have always been times when I forgot about liking diapers. Then when I was about 14 I noticed one as I was buying stuff in the store that had really cheap diapers in the shelf in the L size. I was really tempted to buy a pack, but I didn't have enough money to afford them. So the next day I went back to the store any bought one pack of 14 or so diapers. I was really nervous and sweaty as I came to the cashier. The woman just looked at me, suspicion on her face, but said nothing. I ran out of the store and stopped about a 100m away to breathe a bit. There was some construction going on nearby and I couldn't take all the diapers back home, because my parents would definitely notice. I didn't have any place to hide them from them. So I tore of the plastic cover and pulled out about 10 of the diapers and threw them on a pile of rubble and covered them with anything I could find. What a waste! L



So I came back home all sweaty. And you know what you have to do when you're nervous? I really had to pee. And I could't think of a better thing to do. I look at myself in my room and pulled out the 5 diapers from the pack. I put 4 of them behind my underwear pile, pulled down my pants and boxers. Now I was literally peeing in my pants but I kept it in a second longer. I only managed to put the diaper on, lie down in my bed and let it go.

It was the most beautiful feeling I'd ever experienced. The diaper became so bulky on warm as it absorbed the urine. We all know the feeling, right? J From then on I went back to the store and bought a pack of those cheap diapers once in a while. But about a year later the diapers suddenly disappeared from the isle! I was shocked by it. I couldn't afford the huggies and plus there were too many diapers in them anyway. So I was forced to compensate my growing urge for diapers by going on the web and looking up babies, people in diapers and pretty much anything that had to do with nappies or diapers. At first I was very excited about all those pictures and videos of people with diapers and diapers. Then I started reading different articles about diapering and diaper changes in general. There was nothing much in any of them that I was looking for and so my diaper urge started to fade away after a while again.



JUST TO LET YOU WHO ARE READING THIS KNOW I WASN'T AWARE OF DL/AB AT THAT TIME WHAT SO EVER



It was not until about a year ago that, as I was browsing through articles on the web, I came across an article at pull-ups.com I was simply fascinated by the reviews and problems that parents have to face when they toilet train their children. From then on I've been coming back to pull-ups.com reading the new reviews as they are posted. The only thing I disliked about the articles was the shortness of them. But then one afternoon this long article caught my attention. I have posted it here for you to read it yourselves:



Janie does go potty, just not always. She has never been night trained so we have to put her in a diaper (size 6 pampers because pull=ups leak at night) when she goes to bed. There are days (usually 2 out of 7) where she wakes up dry but she won't go to the potty when she wakes up. Like this morning, for example, she came down to the kitchen for breakfast and I could tell she was still wearing her diaper. I figured she was wet and asked if she needed help changing and she said "nope I'm dry" so I asked if she went potty and she said "no I don't have to go." Now, I could tell she had to go because during breakfast she couldn't sit still...Needless to say, before she could finish her breakfast, she completely soaked her diaper...and a few minutes later she said "uh oh daddy I guess I did wet my diaper last night , cause now I feel wet." This isn't the first time she has done this. Just about every time she wakes up dry she will end up going in her diaper after she wakes up. I know what you're going to say..."stop giving her diapers at night." I'm sorry but that's not a solution. I cannot wash wet sheets/clothes every other day. I have tried waking her up at 4am to go pee, limiting fluids, nothing works. And this isn't the only issue. During the day I have to put her in pull-ups now because she's been having a lot of accidents...not sure if they are "accidents" though because sometimes I know she's aware of what she's doing. We went to the mall this afternoon to do some shopping... we're walking along, she's walking beside me and all of a sudden she stops and says "wait daddy I gotta pee." I'm thinking okay she wants me to take her to the bathroom... only to find out she's stopping and squatting to pee in her pull-up. She starts walking after a little while and says "come on daddy" and I said "I thought you had to pee" and she said rather proudly "I did!" So of course I ask her why she went in her pants and she said "cause daddy m wearing a pull-up it's okay to have a accident in them. " So I explain to her that it's not okay to purposely pee in them and she pouts and says "but daddy the potties here are icky... " I've been through this situation before. She almost never uses public bathrooms . She goes to kindergarten everyday wearing a pull-up. The teachers wont change her so by the end of the day when she gets home her pull up is about ready to burst... but she doesn't care. She'll just come home and say "daddy I'm wet I need a new pull-up." A friend of mine told me to let her sit in her soggy pull up so she'll get sick of the feeling...trust me, I've tried that. She will wet her pull up until it leaks and it won't discourage her from doing it...



After I finished reading it I was so excited about it that I immediately crawled into my bed and masturbated thinking only about pull-ups and diaper changing. I was in heaven as I said the quoted lines out loud while masturbating.



I am really proud of the fact that I have kept my DL "problem" sealed from everyone everywhere in my family and school etc. Nobody knows about my DL fetish. So from then on I stuck to this article whenever I masturbated and I still do. The only time I was ever caught with diapers was at my grand mother's house. She had a pharmacy where I'd always sneak into and smuggle out a diaper from a shelf and then put it on and pee into it. I once even pooped into it, that was when my granny mentioned a diaper in the garbage bin. I was so nervous, but I managed to stay quite calm and cool until she left and the matter somehow evaporated and was forgotten about. She'd just told me not to do it again. I was 15 at the time this happened, I was laughing at her in my mind at what she'd said. But let's now come back to more recent days.


UNTIL RECENTLY:



So about 4 months ago I started to search for the source of the great pleasure I felt when I read or saw anything about diapers. I started off with Infantilism on Wikipedia.com. I discovered that the urge I have is called DL/AB, that I mostly occurs with heterosexual males ( Which I am). I couldn't sleep for 3 nights, cause I was like so scared and disturbed at what I'd read and learned the day before. But after about a week this shock faded away and I started to accept my DL urge as it is, even though I was still frightened about it. But now I've really got into being a DL, cause after I discovered dailzdiapers.com and the wonderful community here I was relieved to know that I wasn't the only one with a DL/AB fetish. Since there aren't any stores where I could buy diapers for grown-ups, I'm using only pull-ups now, because they are the cheapest and prettiest diapers. I've had an experience with the medium size boy pull-ups and large size girl pull-ups. But since I've got a 33 inch waist, the medium pull-ups tore almost right away and it was a waist of money in a cense.



Then when I came back to TESCO again, I noticed that they were having a sale for large girl pull-ups! I couldn't believe my eyes! I immediately started to go through the pack of pull-ups and found one last pair of those cute girl pull-ups in the back of the shelf. I grabbed it and bought it right away. I knew my parents weren't at home so I headed back as quickly as possible. As I got home, I took of my pants and tore off the plastic rapping of the pull-ups pack and pulled out a wonderful cuddly pull-up, smelled the awesome babyish smell inside the pull-up and started to pull it on. It fit me almost like normal underwear, only it didn't go all the way up to cover my butt. I didn't care at all, because my penis fit inside just fine and that was all that mattered to me! Once I'd used all of them up (It took me about a week, because I used 2 pull-ups a day and there are 15 in the pack) I took a break for about a month and then I just couldn't hold on any longer without those beautiful girlie designs and the warm feeling of pee against my crotch.



So today I went to TESCO again, only to find that the sale was over and they had no more large size girlie pull-ups anymore! Man I was furious! I went down the street and I saw a drugstore down the road. At first I didn't want to go inside seeing all those women. I felt weird about buying girl pull-ups myself, you could say I was even worried at the looks of the women in the store. But I gathered my courage and went in. They had only two remaining packs of large size girl pull-ups, no L size boy pull-ups, unfortunately. So didn't hesitate and bought them. They were quite expensive this time, but I had enough money so I didn't care. About a week or so ago I came to the end of my wiggly girl pull-ups. I haven't bought any more since, because I don't have enough money at the time (I'm a student, don't have a job, so the only was for me to acquire cash is when my parents sometimes give me some money and I save up for pull-ups).



Well this is my personal story of how I became a DL, my life with diapers (more recently pull-ups) and how I cope with my DL fetish. Please note that I explicitly view myself as a DL, I have NO desires to act or be an AB!



Still nobody in my family knows about it and I intend to keep it that way. My parents must NEVER find out about my DL fetish.



I am afraid what'll happen when they do" I guess I will be broken when they find out"



Pull-ups guy

Farbtoner posted:

Are you a bad enough dude to go dumpster-diving for diapers?

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Having recently come out as an Otherkin to my friends and family, I thought it would be time to share my story. Hopefully somebody else can relate and find comfort in the fact that they are not alone.

My earliest memory is that of a meow. That distinctly beautiful sound pierced through me like a thousand swords. It was an indescribable moment. I had heard that call before. Somewhere deep within the depths of my soul, I knew that meow was meant for me.

I also knew that I could never meow back.

I was born a cis female human to a family of humans living in America. Growing up, I always had a close connection to cats. I could identify with them in ways that I couldn’t with anybody else. Even as a small child, I believed with all my heart that I was no different than my house cat. Being with cats, I felt more at home than I ever have with a human. There existed an unspoken understanding between us that reassured me that I was not alone.

From the time I could crawl, I have always carried instinctual urges towards cat behavior. Perhaps it was during those years that I felt most aligned with my spirit, before my legs began to betray me and force me upright. At first, standing up felt extremely unnatural and I still don’t think I have ever fully adapted to being so far above ground. However, being raised by human parents, I was made to believe I was a human too, regardless of how I felt inside.

So I grew up as a human and tried my hardest to keep my cat urges under control. I figured I just really liked cats and for the most part lived a functional life.

It wasn’t until I was 18 years old that I met my spirit sister and discovered my otherkin.

When I was 18, I was walking around my neighborhood one day when I crossed paths with a cat. Normally this wouldn’t be an unusual event, but this time it was different. We just stopped and stared at each other. I knew this cat. I knew everything about her. I was her.

I had the most bone chilling feeling of deja vu come over me. I felt as if I was looking in a mirror, finally being able to connect my mind with a body. The way that cat stared back was as if she was experiencing the same realization. A flood of memories began to pour through me. I was connecting to my previous life. My soul was opening up and unlocking my true identity.

Our spirits became intertwined. She was not a normal cat. She had the distinct energy of a human. In that moment we both knew that we had found what we were looking for. She was in my body and I was in hers.

Our souls had switched, becoming trapped in the wrong bodies. Somewhere along the course of our conception, something must have gone wrong. I was awoken that day. Staring at that cat, I was suddenly filled with the knowledge I had been seeking my whole life. It had been inside me all along but my spirit sister brought it out.

She and I have been inseparable ever since. We are connected by a bond stronger than anything earth can offer.

Everyday I am haunted by the knowledge that I am not living out my purpose the way it was intended. I know that my sister and I will never regain what we have lost. We will always feel like strangers in our own skin.

Though my fate is sealed, finding my spirit sister gives me the hope that maybe one day my soul can finally go home.

Flashing Twelve posted:

I'm Nala. 20 years old. Cis, vegan, multiracial, disabled, bisexual, demisexual, pagan, plural, catkin.

My preferred pronouns are: chim, cher, chimself, cherself, che, chi.

Flashing Twelve posted:

I'm Nala. 20 years old. Cis, vegan, multiracial, disabled, bisexual, demisexual, pagan, plural, catkin.

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So my parents are trying to make me celebrate Christmas

I wish they would just understand that I am a cat. All I want to do tonight is curl up on the top of my bookshelf and sleep. Instead they’re making me open presents that completely disregard my species’ needs.

Like my mom got me perfume. I’m sorry but my nose is already extremely sensitive and not only does perfume disgust me, but it actually causes physical pain to my scent receptors. God, I wish they would just accept me for who I am and stop trying to make me into a human like them.

Why can’t I have tolerant parents? :-(

Desperado Bones posted:

The perfume part. I'm still wondering if she ever baths.

Rhinoceraptor posted:

Tempest815 posted:

Oh sweet poo poo, why are they bot bisexual and "demisexual". And please tell me "Multiracial" means they're more than one ethnicity and not fantasy weeaboo.

I'm voting for this one on my confusion alone, gently caress.

Flashing Twelve posted:

I'm Nala. 20 years old. Cis, vegan, multiracial, disabled, bisexual, demisexual, pagan, plural, catkin.

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My preferred pronouns are: chim, cher, chimself, cherself, che, chi.

Desperado Bones posted:

The perfume part. I'm still wondering if she ever baths.

Khorne posted:

"Multiracial" probably just means multiple ethnicities. It's often thrown around loosely. I've seen someone who was Irish and English try to use it to describe themselves on Tumblr.

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Justice here. I am now in a relationship with an object, a bookshelf named Hunter who is made of mahogany. I have always been attracted to him (he beckoned me over in Pier 1 imports when we first met 8 years ago) but now I know I really love him. For 8 years he has been full of books and knickknacks so I never really got a good look at his slender, sexy frame. I am moving soon, so I took all the books off, and it was like I was undressing him. Hunter is so slender and light that I dragged him into bed with me and wiped him with some Pledge, and it was so erotic and lovely. We were really connecting. The soul of his mahogany limbs was flowing into me and we took a nap together. Hunter knows that I am pansexual and that I sometimes date human beings, and he is okay with it because I am the only human being he has ever been in love with. He’s so sweet and supportive. I am moving to New York soon so he is getting very jealous. New York is home to many sexy buildings and structures and he feels “inadequate.” I want to be faithful to him, but if he’s going to allow me to date humans then what is to stop me from courting the Met or the Brooklyn Bridge or the Chrisler building? Not gonna lie I’ve always had a hot spot for Trump Tower. But Hunter is small enough to fit in bed with me and make love with me, which I can’t exactly do with Trump tower. Whatever. He’ll just have to deal with whatever decision I make.

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Jenn here. I just got off the phone with my mother. My parents are forcing me to go back to college. It’s really unfair. They said that if I don’t go back to school they’ll stop paying for my apartment, bills, and other living expenses. It’s unfair because they said the same thing to me about five months ago except instead of going to school it was seeing a therapist and taking medication. I’m currently doing both of those things so the school thing came as a huge surprise. Apparently they were planning it all along. My mom said the next step after school would be for me to start working. I’m so angry that my parents have basically been planning my life behind my back and are forcing me to go through with their plans by threatening homelessness.

It’s not that I’m unappreciative of all that they do for me, it’s just that, like so many others, they don’t understand that I’m unable to lead a “normal” lifestyle for someone my age. I can probably handle school but I am definitely unable to work. My parents don’t understand that I’m not always in control of my body. A toddler and a flying dog CANNOT do work intended for an adult human. I wish my parents would believe me. When ever I try to bring up my multiplicity they tell me they don’t want to talk about it or they tell me they don’t know I seek attention in such a ridiculous way. I am NOT looking for attention. I am sick of their singletism. I am so sick of being told that the reality of my life isn’t valid. It is incredibly abusive to do that to anyone. If I can’t go to school or work, I feel like it is the least they can do to at least take care of me… especially after I have had to suffer at the hands of their singlet privilege for so long.

Khorne posted:

Perfume/cologne generally make me feel strangulated and not want to breathe so I can kind of relate to that part. It's usually fine on other people if they applied it elsewhere, like not on the same floor of a house. I shower daily. With soap. And I use lightly (Tide is fine as long as you don't put too much) or non-scented detergent to wash my clothing. I had a relative do my laundry once and had to throw out the entire load because the smell would not go away even months and multiple washes later. I could not tolerate wearing them. It felt like my nose was going to burst in to flames or turn in to a blood faucet.

Adventure Pigeon posted:

and my own personal introduction to social justice Tumblr:

Khorne posted:

Perfume/cologne generally make me feel strangulated and not want to breathe so I can kind of relate to that part. It's usually fine on other people if they applied it elsewhere, like not on the same floor of a house. I shower daily. With soap. And I use lightly (Tide is fine as long as you don't put too much) or non-scented detergent to wash my clothing. I had a relative do my laundry once and had to throw out the entire load because the smell would not go away even months and multiple washes later. I could not tolerate wearing them. It felt like my nose was going to burst in to flames or turn in to a blood faucet.

Khorne posted:

Perfume/cologne generally make me feel strangulated and not want to breathe...

Shimrra Jamaane posted:

I don't think there's anything more depressing than the blog of that women who lives in a cave and lets strangers surprise sex her all day. ANyone remember what I'm talking about?

Shimrra Jamaane posted:

I don't think there's anything more depressing than the blog of that women who lives in a cave and lets strangers surprise sex her all day. ANyone remember what I'm talking about?

bonestructure posted:

That'd be Faye Kane.

Link is NWS, NMS, N-anything-safe.

http://fayekane.blogspot.com/2011/0...meless-now.html

Adventure Pigeon posted:

http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/wearyturtle

Evil_Urna posted:

That whole thing turned out to be fake, but still very creepy.

bonestructure posted:

I'm thrilled to hear that, because that blog put a serious dent in my faith in a loving God.

How was it found out? I mean, most people who thought about it for more than five minutes realized the whole thing probably was a hoax ("Faye Kane" being the most obvious clue) but I never heard of anyone being able to pin down evidence that it was a fake.

Flashing Twelve posted:

I'm Nala. 20 years old. Cis, vegan, multiracial, disabled, bisexual, demisexual, pagan, plural, catkin.

My preferred pronouns are: chim, cher, chimself, cherself, che, chi.

Experto Crede posted:

Forgive me for derailing, but I have to ask: What is tumblr?

iamathousandapples posted:

Pretentious trans power blog. Not necessarily one pathetic person, but a huge pathetic hivemind.
http://dearcispeople.tumblr.com/

Also Riley's blog which I can't seem to find.