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Simon wasn't an especially attractive lad: acne-scarred and gangly, he could usually be sighted lolling around the office, his monotonous whacked-out drawl giving the impression he'd just smoked a shed-load of dope. Although I wasn't averse to the lad, I didn't feel an overwhelming urge to fraternize with him either. That was until I overheard someone pointing out that his shoelaces were undone and he replied, in his characteristic drawl, that he couldn't tie them himself as his mum usually did it. Innocuous enough, I thought. Clearly just a joke. Yet sometime later I caught him divulging, to some pretty young things I might add, that his mother is regularly in the habit of carrying him around supermarkets, like an overgrown toddler. He was well over six foot and obviously jesting, so again I thought little of it.
Then there was this time I found myself lucky enough to be in conversation with him - or what passed for conversation, he wasn't the greatest talker - when he suddenly remarked, again with the whacked-out drawl, that he still wore diapers. Somewhat perturbed I uncomfortably laughed it off, stating, rather awkwardly, that most people stop wearing diapers when they hit 3. He changed tack at this point, instead asserting, with his predictable drawl, that kids don't still wear diapers at 3 - this was an age long before Goodnites you understand!
And now we move onto the defining incident, the part where I became persuaded that this was more than just larks and that there was indeed a bit of the ABDL about Simon. It was so far a typically routine day at the little bitty phone company. I was ensconced at my terminal, busy 'capturing' some incredibly riveting data when my attention was drawn to something of a hubbub at Simon's end. He was holding forth as usual, the whacked-out drawl being of immense amusement to the ladies in particular. Now I'm not quite sure exactly what the topic of conversation was but my ears alighted when I heard some dude jokingly comment that Simon probably still runs into his parents' bedroom when he has bad dreams. To which Simon responded:
I still crap the bed
Gales of laughter, to which he then countered:
I've got one of those plastic sheets
More uproarious laughter, especially from a young woman called Catherine Moore (although that wasn't her real name), who clearly took great pleasure in the reference to plastic sheets.
I found this particular revelation a tad unnerving, as I'm sure many of you would. Being a sixteen-year-old school-leaver at the time, these so-called work colleagues of mine were all a little older than me. But that was only the half of it, as the real reason for my unease was that my mattress was in fact still adorned with a plastic sheet... A noisy, stinking, ultra-sexy plastic sheet! I know what you're all thinking: Sixteen years old?! Plastic sheet!!! The girls were forming an orderly queue outside my place. Now it wasn't like I wet the bed. I'll admit that I still slept in boys' pajamas back then; I'll even confess to occasionally wearing children's underpants. But I didn't wet the bed! The plastic was there on the same principle that there are seat belts in cars, i.e, just in case of any accidents.
Anyway after all of this I was convinced. Simon was ABDL. I could have asked him I suppose although that would have been undoubtedly awkward. This was such a long time ago you understand: the DPF (of which I was unaware) was still a largely homosexual concern. And this site was a mere glint in the milkman's eye! Plus Simon was a bloke (obviously), so I wasn't really interested to be honest. However if it had been Catherine Moore making such disclosures, I would... still not have bothered. Nicely stacked she may have been, but that didn't detract from the fact that she was a little... you know. Face like a welder's bench.
Next up we have this. Now that's what happens when you leave your disposable absorbent undergarments within easy access of female college students. So unless you want your piss-pants paraded all over the halls, keep them well out of reach of wandering college girl fingers, or ideally under lock and key. You have been warned.
Now what else have we got... Ah yes! Is your teenage daughter regularly in the habit of widdling on your furnishings? Well, not to worry, just sit her down gently, tell her you're cool with it, then bung the leaky little madam into some Sassy Pants! Yes, Sassy Pants, the new pull-up diaper for accident prone young ladies. And remember, she won't feel left out as apparently "2 out of 3 girls choose Sassy Pants"!
Ever wondered what trainee nurses really get up to? Well wonder no more, because I can show all. It involves adult disposable diapers (surprise, surprise), or Pampers as these girls insist on calling them. Sexy huh? And here I uncovered a terrifying exposé into the weird and perverted world of sorority rituals. Shocking! But not as contentious as this charming ditty from Brianna (Is this girl for real?) I found the other day. It's about what happens when incontinence strikes - a subject area previously explored by Billy Connolly. And here we have 'Velvet the Builder' modelling the latest in toddler-pants.
More playful jibes at Lisa Nowak's expense are on display here, a piss-take (no pun intended) disguised as a Chemistry lesson. I took Chemistry in school and we never did anything remotely exciting like this. Of course in them days this lot were running the country and little was spent on education - I doubt that my old school's science budget would've actually stretched to a pack of diapers anyway. But back to the vid, I love the attention to detail: note the way she tests the diaper with fake urine-coloured water, instead of that 'blue liquid' favoured by the ads. At least I think that's fake urine...
And finally... is your girlfriend a bitch? Well no fear, as these guys can fix that!
But who else is up on diapers...
Well, for a start there's Richard Thomas and Stewart Lee, creators of the critically acclaimed Jerry Springer - The Opera. If you haven't seen it yet, don't bother! It's really overrated and the 'Diaper-man' character isn't even wearing a disposable. Besides you'll have to wade through armies of protesting Christians just to get in, such as Stephen Green of Christian Voice fame who recently waged war on this diabolical production. He has written about it here but if you can't be fcuked to read it (and I can't blame you), I'll attempt a short summary: Stephen Green was offended by the filthy language and sacrilegious portrayal of Big J. He seemed particularly obsessed by the fact that "King Jesus" was depicted wearing a 'nappy' - when any slack-jawed fool could tell you it was clearly a loincloth. Christian Voice's crusade culminated a while back when our man Green put in a bumbling appearance on Question Time where he quoted tediously from Scripture, thus securing his 15 minutes. Incidentally, Stewart Lee, if you're reading this (who am I kidding), team up with Richard Herring again and do another series of This Morning With Richard Not Judy – you were funny back then.
And then there's Springer himself of course. I'm sure most of us have seen that episode. I won't go into details as even thinking about it is distressing.
Now when I was growing up, I thought that I was the only person on the planet with these interests (I am extremely self-centred and egotistical). However at the tender age of fourteen I caught a news item on TV concerning the arrest of some psychotics who ran a children's home which made something of an impact on my burgeoning sexuality. The news reporter stated that the staff at this home made the children wear diapers and sleep in large cribs, and I remember at the time thinking: Wow... There are other folk in the world just like me! Yay!!! Alright I exaggerate. I don't run a children's home or anything, AND I DON'T FOR ONE SECOND APPROVE OF WHAT THOSE SCUMBAGS WERE DOING!!! But there's no denying the fact that this was the first time I was aware of, for want of a better word: Diaperism. Some education!
Back in the nineties I used to enjoy watching the television game show Supermarket Sweep. My favourite bit (and the reason I was watching it) was when the contestants ran the sweep. I just loved watching all those sexy students and demented housewives loading their trolleys with packs of Ultra-Pampers!!! It may seem weird but, in the words of Michael Carroll: "It buzz me." (This is what the net's really about isn't it: me telling you I used to jack off to Supermarket Sweep; that and websites like this of course). Anyway, after several years of it being off the air, they recently brought back 'The Sweep'. Fantastic, I thought, naturally settling down to watch it, hoping the female contestants would be agreeably hot, and all set to swipe the Huggies. However I was disappointed when every time a woman went to get some diapers the camera appeared to deliberately cut away. At first I thought I was just being paranoid but this went on for show after show. Now back in its nineties heyday, things were very different: when the contestants went for the disposables, they'd always show it, with the announcer ecstatically informing us that 'Janet' or 'Tracy' had just picked up some "DIAPERS" (one time he said this, when in fact the woman had actually thrown a packet of jam rags into her trolley). However, after sitting through an almost diaper-free series, I became convinced of it: they were now well aware of 'ABDL' and what's more, they were gonna deprive us diaper-lovers of our fun. Spoilsports!
John Lennon was also aware of us. How do I know? Well, I was watching a programme on Lennon the other day and at one point there was a voice recording featuring him commenting on what I presumed was Yoko's 'changing technique'. She was changing Sean, born 1975, and John said something like: "You enjoy having your diaper changed, I know, some people pay good money for it", and I'm like: Wow, people knew about this back then? In 1975!!! I guess Lennon must have moved in those particular circles. Well it made my evening. Incidentally, did you know that Julian (John's other son), was once engaged to this woman. That's Debbie Boyland. She was big in the eighties. I recently knocked one out over that photo - I was bored.
Anyway if you've read this far I guess you must be insane, so as a reward for your efforts, I present you with this. Great isn't it. I chanced upon it recently while searching the 'tube' for 'Lisa Nowak'. I'll add it officially soon.
I've just taken a huge steaming turd in my diaper. Just thought I'd let you all know.
I encountered that on Wetset's adult baby board a while back and remember thinking: has my life come to this... Someone had actually posted a response so I opened it, under the delusion that things couldn't possibly get any worse, and then I read:
Way da go man!
Or something to that effect. I really hope they were being sarcastic. I mean what's happened to that board anyway, where's the intelligent debate, the witty anecdotes, the stories, the webshots, the vids, and what the hell happened to Victoriah Nichole Little?
Anyway I'll stop moaning now and tell you all about this great new vid which is responsible for rekindling my diaper interests. I'm not entirely sure what the back story behind the vid is as I don't speak the language, so think of it as prize-winning footage of Switzerland's Adult Baby Society's winter vacation. That's certainly what it looks like. And now for a brief overview: it starts promising but really kicks in about halfway, after they've murdered what I presume is Switzerland's national anthem. Then it really gets good. You may recall that in my last article I wrote about how my diaper 'interests' had subsided somewhat, well after seeing the female members of the party taking those slopes in their butt-hugging plastic diapers, they're back. Big time! Watch out especially for the bit where the girls stroll into that open-air restaurant, around 5.22. You'd be perfectly in your right to print that image off, blow it up to astronomic proportions, then pop it in a gilded frame and exhibit it at the Tate. It's nothing short of genius.
Next up we have Melissa, who apparently is a little 'accident prone', so for her birthday she gets a somewhat appropriate gift. After that we've got these jokers, shamelessly showing off their customized Depends (cool eh?). Anyone who hasn't heard of astronaut Lisa Nowak and her diaper-wearing antics must have been living in a cave for the past month. My God did the media overplay those diapers. Never mind the fact the woman was on her way to murder someone, the point is: she was wearing a diaper! All this has predictably given rise to a crop of excruciatingly unfunny skits on Youtube. These sketches are so bad in fact they make me wish 'Hale & Pace' were still on TV (if you've never heard of 'Hale & Pace', please don't look them up). Anyway, this one here and that one there actually have women wearing real diapers - be warned though, some people think they're in very poor taste... Finally I just thought I might as well throw in this also - there's something ineffably beautiful about teenage girls hurling Pampers at each other - always works for me. So that's it for now, sorry there are no new pictures.
its kind of mean making fun of those who have to use these things as do i i find it rather offensive
Then I noticed this from 'Iheartdiapers':
hey inccongln. his not makin fun of incontinent ppl, this is a diaper fetish site
As much as I hate the 'F' word, 'Iheartdiapers' is right, I wouldn't set up a site with the sole intention of ridiculing incontinence (I'm not that much of an asshole). Some of the articles on this page may appear to be making light of this subject but they're not to be taken seriously, after all, I describe the whole section as my "insane ramblings page". A few of the captions in the other sections might cause offence also but that's because I've got around several hundred pictures linked up here and have simply run out of ideas; it would be a bit boring just labelling the links 'picture 1 - click for details', 'picture 2 - click for details' etc.
Now I've got that out the way, I can tell you about the new vids I've discovered, hopefully in a manner which won't offend anyone. First up we have this and this, both accurately illustrating what happens when you mix teenage girls and Goodnites. Next we have this; don't even try and work it out. There aren't that many music videos which feature women in diapers; however there is that one for Bad Ronald's 'Let's Begin'. Next up, it was around a while ago but mysteriously disappeared... Now it's back! Pray silence please for the Goodnites girl from 'Street Smarts'. Click here to see some chunky ladies strut their stuff, and here to see some drunk girl. I don't really know what is going on here so I won't try to explain. Finally we come to the customary 'pack stuff', such as these two miscreants messin with Depend, some girls purchasing the Pampers, and this couple aimlessly wandering round Walgreens (Don't you just love the way she says "underpads"). Ok that's your lot for now, and I hope that I didn't cause any offence.
Sorry there are no new pics but the problem is I can't find any. Have you been on Webshots lately? Do you want to know what's there? Fuck all! I may have already mentioned it but it's worth saying again: Halloween 2006 really sucked. I was hoping for lots of great new pics, as was the case in 2005 and 2004, but no. Maybe this trend for college chicks wearing diapers is on the way out. I hope that's not the case but if it is, there's not much I can do about it. I know I normally update every two months or so but right now I don't know when I'll be adding more pics. However new vids seem to pop up on a regular basis so do keep visiting!
Besides, the intensity of my diaper interests isn't what it used to be. You know that whole 'binge and purge' thing some people talk about. Well for the last few months I've been stuck squarely in the purge part, although it's not like my libido has shrivelled up and died. Regular readers of this page may have suspected that I have a bit of a thing for women's underwear as well, possibly because of my habit of linking up pics featuring hot bra models, such as Adriana Wonderboobs. I won't try and deny it; I can't get enough of ladies' frillies! As with my diaper interests it started when I was very young, possibly originating from when I first watched Return of the Jedi (I think you know where this is going). Yes, ever since I clapped eyes on Princess Leia in that bikini I've had a thing for lingerie babes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those weirdoes who get off on racing around their neighbourhoods at night wearing a pair of stolen panties on their head. It's just that 'chix in knix' really do it for me (I still like them naked as well).
Anyway if I'm honest, I'm more comfortable psychologically with women's underwear than diapers. For example, were I ever idiot enough to discuss these issues with a psychiatrist/psychologist/psychotherapist/whatever, I can't help thinking that if I said the following:
Doctor, I'm a bit worried about myself. Whenever I look at images of attractive women posing in lingerie, I get aroused.
They'd probably say:
Don't worry 'bout it, so do I.
Whereas if I were to say something like:
Doctor, I'm a bit worried about myself. I like looking at pictures of women in diapers.
They'd probably respond with:
Have you ever been on Jerry Springer?
Needless to say I don't really feel like wading through Webshots right now and moreover, it's a total waste of time. That site's not been updated in ages. You want proof? just enter the word 'diaper' into their search field. See that figure: '14366', that's been there for weeks now.
The first was actually sent to me (thanks Nic). It's from some show called 'Soul Food'; I don't know what it's about as I've never seen it - however I'd love to if there are more scenes like this. The next is from Scrubs (a show I have seen but never really gotten into), still it gets my vote with scenes such as this - I'm sure that's what a lot of women see when they look at lil' ol' me (well I like to think they do). Elsewhere we have some typical students producing fake adverts for Depend undergarments... This whole DIY diaper commercials thing is something of a burgeoning scene you know. Don't believe me? Then check out this. They just can't get enough of those protective panties can they? Or what about this? Don't you just love it when she says: 'I have uncontrollable bowel movements!' The 'actors' featured in the second of those links are apparently members of a small film production company with several movies to their credit. Here's the website. Why not email and ask them to produce more 'spoof' diaper commercials. I'd love to see their take on Goodnites. And finally we have this little madam here, aimlessly wandering around Albertson's with enough Pampers to keep a whole crèche smelling of roses for a week.
Anyway, that's your lot for now, but remember, save your favorite vids before Mrs Whitehouse finds 'em!
Some of you may have noticed the gradual disappearance of diaper vids from Youtube recently. Others of you may be aware that it's all because of this c**t here. Although I vaguely understand his/her/its desire to remove genuine porn from the 'tube', I can't for the life of me think why they're targeting the 'real girl' films as well. It really pisses me off that the vid I had linked as 'You've got mail' has gone. I'm sure those who watched it can recall it – the hottie collecting her mail, wearing nothing but a skin-tight T-shirt and a fetching pair of these. What was wrong with it anyway? Was it in someway offensive to people like this. In my opinion there was nothing obscene or pornographic about it, just someone having a laugh, but Mary Whitehouse doesn't like that does she, and seeing as they are now the self-appointed chairman of Youtube's very own 'Viewers and Listeners Association', they've decided to embark on some misguided crusade to rid the website of anything with the potential to fuck up widdle children. And I've decided to assist them... For example, just look at what I unearthed the other day: A promo for early 70s gore film Mark of the Devil. Full of hideous acts of violence meted out mainly to young woman and guaranteed to turn any impressionable under ten into a sadistic rapist lust-murderer. Or how about this clip from infamous video nasty Zombie Flesh Eaters. Do we really want a group of irretrievably corrupted adolescents circle jerking to that? But perhaps worst of all... What about this filth encrusted clip here. All that horrible language! Mrs Whitehouse better get her skates on and ban it pretty quick. Think of the fucking children.
The vids mentioned above may have been banned now but at the time of writing this, they didn't even ask for age confirmation. Shocking!
I look pretty young but I've just updated yeeeeah...
Yes, you heard right folks: New pics! So what's hot this season? Well, we have a woman with a penchant for Huggies Little Swimmers; some college chicks demonstrating a rather more indiscreet approach to advertising Tena Pants Discreet, and girls being unbelievably cute and babyish, such as this update's crowning pic. Couldn't you just eat her? (Not literally). The album that pic derives from features many more like it, so I've decided to give the links pride of place at the top of the skin page, seeing as old 'Olmert' (that woman pretending to shit the Depend) appears to have pulled a disappearing act. We also have the obstinately popular 'Depends and denim' look still doing the rounds, and the customary riotous adventures in diaper aisles across the land. There are some priceless pics of lassies sucking Baby's mouth-wear too, namely this and this: 'Girls in shopping carts' - there could be a whole new fetish in that (I'm sure there's a site that caters for it somewhere). On a more despondent note however, I have to say I'm a little disappointed by this pic. Why, you may ask, they're sexy, underdressed, and sporting the 'plastic-backies'. However the album doesn't really go anywhere I'm afraid. I explored it voraciously, assuming I'd encountered another 'Girls in the hood' (a personal fave), but felt a little let down in the end, ah well.
Recently some people have been wondering what's happened to all the diaper porn vids on Youtube. Well, I'll tell you what's happened: this cockmuncher has taken it upon him/herself to flag them all. Mary Whitehouse is alive and well. Now you're probably thinking how does this affect Girls 'n' Diapers, after all, I make a point of only linking 'real girls', not porn. Well, I'll tell you how, this bastard's also wiped much of that as well. For instance, there was this great little video featuring two hotties wrestling in Depends (over skin and everything). I was going to hook it up but it's gone! Although this vid was of two girls larking about - nothing intentionally pornographic - several viewers had still posted inane comments which speculated on whether one of the girls had pooed her diaper, while others volunteered themselves to change her. Now I'm guessing Mrs Whitehouse was less than impressed by this and decided to flag the vid just for the hell of it. The same probably happened to that Street Smarts clip with the girl in the Goodnites. So I say this: don't post stupid comments. Most of these 'real girls' probably aren't aware of us guys, and maybe its better they stay that way. If you have to post a comment, say something nice like: 'That was really funny, do more', not 'I'm going to ram you slutwhores with my rock hard cock!!!!!! (in a diaper)'.
The above is basically my excuse for the stark fact that most of this update's vids feature little more than women in Walgreens with packs of these. Except for this excellent Jane's Addiction video, dating all the way back from 1988 (no doubt in those days some of us genuinely needed Pampers, not me of course, I was in youth briefs). The vid boasts briefly glimpsed shots of women dancing in disposables, and enjoys an almost legendary status in our community - Top of the Pops would still be alive if they'd featured something like it! (See 'A Modest Proposal' further down this page for more on that).
Anyway, Halloween is almost upon us, and within a couple of months we'll hopefully be showered with pics in a similar vein to Bernice and her 'power-nappy'. I will no doubt be spending the spookiest night of the year in typical fashion: My mental babysitter-cum-dominatrix Megan (remember her) will be booked and I'll be in for a predictably excruciating evening. Last year we took in a gig. I was bundled into the trunk of her friend Gemma's car and taken to some ghastly dive on the outskirts of town. A band called Crusty Pink was playing. Comprised of four girls in Megan and Gemma's grade, their set was vaguely reminiscent of the horror-core punk metal prog rock outfit Gelatine, in that it involved 'waterproof underwear'. Taking the stage in little boy pajamas, the 'Pink' promptly launched into their admittedly limited back catalogue, while Megan and her pal stripped me to my Ambeze youth briefs, leaving me to the mercy of the mosh pit. However it came as some consolation to learn that I wasn't the only person in that venue packing disposable underwear, for about halfway into a particularly raucous number, all four members of Crusty Pink suddenly relieved themselves of their jammies, standing on the stage, their 'axes' poised, wearing nothing but boys Goodnites, and what I assumed were their little sisters' training bras. I spent the rest of the evening in Gemma's car, and after that in bed, Megan and her friend watching gore films till dawn.
You know I've grown a little tired of the name 'Pampers Kid' lately - it's somewhat uninspired and kinda boring so, as my babysitter often says to me... I think its time for a change!
Do you remember '96? Rubbish films like Trainspotting filling multiplexes. People like these two never off the box. Brit-pop, Tomb-raider, stack trainers; girls had 'Power' back in them days, at least this lot thought they did. Ah yes, the Spice Girls. They were great weren't they: A plethora of number ones and a political philosophy borrowed from Wonderbra.
I used to sit around all day whacking off to their records.
Do you recall the blonde one? I think she was called Emma Bunton or something like that. Yet she was better known as Baby Spice! Not as prominent a member of the band as Geri Halliwell, or indeed the odious Mel B (Whooo, Scary Spice! You shat yourself didn't you), Baby Spice kept a rather lower profile, taking the stage wearing baby doll dresses and disposable nappies, her hair in pigtails, prancing around at the back. Ok, she didn't actually wear diapers (at least I didn't think she did), but she should have done, she was called 'Baby' Spice after all!
Anyway, in homage to the Spice Girls in general, and Emma Bunton in particular, not to mention their invaluable contribution to the canon of western music, I'm changing my name from 'Pampers Kid' to... 'Baby Spice's Pampers'
Or B.S.P for short!
Just thought I'd share this supposedly true story I unearthed recently. Written by someone called 'Pee Pee Patty', who's apparently a bedwetter, it concerns a rather unfortunate incident at a friend's house. Patty is instructed, by her mommy, to pull on one of her Grandma's ultra-sexy adult diapees, but evidently decides not to (she's going to a party with a boy she has a crush on and I suppose that this isn't the look she wants to project). Needless to say she ends up soaking her mate's carpet. The real fun's at the end however when Patty's mate maliciously tells the entire school, although I reckon it's made up; probably posted by someone like me.
On another note, some of you may be wondering why I don't post my updates on Wetset anymore. Well, the last few times I tried my posts weren't accepted, so it looks like I've been banned from the board. I guess Wetset's moderators consider my posts spam, and who am I to argue, after all, most folk would regard somebody posting to say they've just updated a popular AB/DL website to be spam; not relevant in the slightest to their 'Adult Baby Message Board'. No doubt what Wetset's moderators want are lots and lots of lengthy posts describing someone sitting at their computer filling their diaper to capacity with an enormous steaming turd, because that's what makes up most of their message board these days!
Greetings Diaper fans! You'll all be glad to know I've just gone and done another update. Hope you enjoy it, as we've got girls in Pampers, girls in Little Swimmers, and women in plastic wrap! Plus all the usual pack-posing, pacifier-sucking and little-boy-pajamas-wearing that has come to be expected of today's adventurous young ladies. What is it with this passion these lassies have for small boys' bed-gear anyway, judging by pix like this and this they can't get enough of flannelette jammies. I reckon that companies who specialize in kids' nightwear would no doubt make a tidy profit if they released their goods in XL sizes - then again I think Huggies would clean up if they started manufacturing adult size versions of their diapers, so what do I know.
And what the fcuk is going on here by the way: the 'Depend-wearers Rep' re-enact scenes from Baby Geniuses? Then again they would probably get people back into theatres if they bunged the cast in diapers; hell, it worked for Jerry Springer - The Opera.
Got a TV show? Nobody watching it? Well you'll be relieved to know that I've just thought up a novel solution for acquiring some viewers. The idea dawned on me whilst taking in a predictably mediocre instalment of a certain music show once-popular in my part of the world, a programme so ridiculously venerated in fact, it's apparently an institution (the final episode airs tomorrow). Its formula had remained the same for donkeys' years: a studio audience consisting of teenagers and twenty-somethings listlessly gyrating to whatever bands happened to be 'street' that day, hosted by a succession of presenters who grew increasingly blander as the years progressed. Come the end of this month however and it will all be over, yet had my solution actually been implemented, it may have gone some way to postponing the show's demise, possibly preventing it altogether.
And what was this solution I hear you ask? Why, sex it up, of course. Now please understand that when I say 'sex it up', I don't mean adopt the typical laddish approach that plagued so much of the Nineties. I'm not suggesting that this 'music' show could have saved its neck by employing some 'page 3 stunna' to jiggle her wobblies in time to the nation's current number one (although that would've been kinda cool). I'm not proposing that they went the car advertiser's route either, and had some bird relieve herself of bra and knickers whilst climbing into a Citroen Xsara (I'm sure you've seen the ad). My approach was somewhat more subtle than that, and less overtly sexual. So what was it then? Well, you asked for it: Covertly appeal to certain sexual... subcultures?
By now you may be wondering what in God's name I'm rambling about so allow me to explain. Take the music show I just mentioned. While I watched the prepubescent presenters introduce the latest act I'd never heard of, I found myself musing about how much more fun it would've been if, standing behind them, there were a group of young women dressed like this! Wouldn't that be fantastic? And then while the band played, the camera frequently cut to these women, doing a little of this, or this.
It doesn't just have to be our 'interests' either, as each episode could feature a different kink. For example, one week they could have a bunch of Amazonian lovelies strutting around wearing the latest in skin-tight rubber-wear, the next might see a little troupe of cuties prancing about in wet-look nurses' uniforms. There could be episodes with giant balloons, chastity belts, colossal inflatable women bouncing around the studio. Those furry folk could put in an appearance from time to time, re-enact scenes from Beatrix Potter books whilst Coldplay drone on in the background. The emphasis would be on suggestion rather than explicitness, nothing too obvious or salacious; nothing that would get 'Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells' writing in. Yet there would be enough 'perversity' on display to enthral a potentially enormous audience. So, if your programme's going the same way as that aforementioned music show, and, providing the format can accommodate it, you might want to consider my little, ahem, proposal... Think of the viewing figures!
Have you noticed lately how many young women have a fascination with anything that has the words 'disposable' or 'super-absorbent' emblazoned on it? Industrial-strength adult diapers, good old fashioned baby diapers, pull-ups for potty-training toddlers, 'trim-fit' knickers for bedwetters - today's modern girl simply cannot get enough of 'em! Now I'm guessing that if you are actually incontinent, such shenanigans might seem a little... unnerving? Well get used to it, because parading around Walmart with a pack of piss-pants is like sooo de rigueur right now - we'll probably soon see supermodels strutting the catwalk whilst accessorized with bumper bags of Depend!
What does it all mean though? Why, on entering a grocery store or pharmacy, do today's young ladies immediately gravitate towards the incontinence aisle? I mean just what is it with this business. Does the prospect of defective bodily functioning actually inspire them? Do they really experience some sort of mysterious frisson over the myriad of protective underwear available for folk who involuntary wee themselves? What exactly is the lure of all those 'puffy packs of plastic pleasure' - I nabbed that phrase from a (somewhat overwritten) DL story I encountered a while back - that makes your average female want to strike a pose. And not just posing mind, for some of these young ladies are, shall we say, rather more adventurous, such as these little minxes who've improvised a winner's podium out of Huggies boxes, or this cheeky scamp who's constructed a makeshift bed from packs of Pampers. And what about these three rascals: playing catch with a bag of refastenables. What fun! Some deny the inexorable breakdown of contemporary society, proclaiming that today's youth are better-behaved than ever. I put it to these people that our modern convenience stores are chockablock with security-baiting miscreants. Thoroughly unprincipled reprobates who make Nicholas Cage in Raising Arizona look like an exemplar of respectable citizenship (If you've seen it you'll probably know the scene to which I allude...)
Can you believe Norman Mailer doesn't like plastic? I mean come on... Has he ever actually tried wearing adult disposable diapers!
A lot of uninformed individuals are under the misconception that the Real Girl Diaper Scene (R.G.D.S) is solely comprised of drunken college chicks wearing adult pull-ups over jeans at riotous parties. Not true. Well alright, I'll concede that it's true to a certain extent, but then what would life be without drunken college chicks wearing adult pull-ups over jeans? Anyway, in an effort to dispel this myth, I've compiled a new page featuring all the links to pics of girls in plastic diapers, yep, PLASTIC diapers. Now in the trade these things are normally known as 'fitted briefs'. Basically this translates as Pampers for grownups. Although they are probably favoured mainly by old people, I still like to think that there are a thousand or so bedwetting hotties on the planet who regularly tape themselves into these babies on a nightly basis. And sometimes ask their boyfriends to change them. Publicly.
Oh and just one more thing. I'm afraid there are no baby diapers on this page. Real Girls in Pampers are generally quite rare and besides, it's all this cloth-like bum-crap these days anyway, this isn't the eighties anymore folks. Plastic baby dipes are history I'm sorry to say. That said, hope you all enjoy the page.
Hi gang! I'm back with another update, after what probably seemed like an eternity, although was in fact only three months. I mean come on… Real Diaper Girls (or R.D.G's, as I sometimes call them) don't grow on trees you know. It took me a long time to uncover some of the gems in this update, gems like this, and this, and this! On top of all this, Webshots decided to have a bit of a revamp recently, subtly altering the URLs of many of their pics. It may not sound like much but for sites like Girls 'n' Diapers, it basically meant DISASTER. I had to trawl through and recover many of my links, some are still not working - a few I can't even remember what pics they linked to!
There really aren't a lot of pics around at the moment. I think it might be the time of year, you see Halloween's the best time for real girl pics, when all these college chicks attend wild get-togethers in adult disposable diapers. Summer's pretty good too, what with the nice warm weather – PARTY! But months like February and March, when it's kinda cold and frosty, are not really the sort of climate your average hottie wants to wander around in while wearing nothing but a pair of Girls Goodnites and a skimpy top. Oh and don't think I've lost interest in the site if you see that it hasn't been updated for a while, I'm probably still looking for pix. If I ever do give up on it I'll tell you all immediately, in a size seven font, on the main page, alright?
Do any of you other Ladies wear tena or poise at times or am I the only one?
The forum's titled 'Protective Pants', so I'm thinking: this is going to be one big confab about a bunch of ladies who involuntarily wee themselves isn't it. But then I ventured further down, and happened upon this:
I tried Tena but now I tend to use an adult diaper like Abriform or Molicare. They feel more reliable and absorbent and once i start to wee, i can't always stop! I often wear one if i'm out on the town with the girls. There's another girl in our crowd who uses them too. It comes in useful after a few drinks [yeah, yeah, blah blah fishcakes. Cut to the chase!] Not that I'm incontinent
"Not that I'm incontinent"... So she wears them for convenience then? Or is it because they're kinda comfortable? Or does all that plastic-backed super-absorbency really do it for her... I think it might, but then again I'm a fantasist. Anyway, I'm reckoning all the genuine Tena Ladies on the forum are gonna take offence but no, for several subsequent posts concur. Such as the next, who is toying with the notion of recommending piss-pads to a pal whose powers of retention leave a little to be desired, yet is unsure of how to go about it. Probably not advised to do this. Happy Birthday! Also I think jx's hubby might be one of us. And Sam B's definitely is!
Someone called 'Peroxide boy' chips in with:
When at uni loads of girls had a stock of nappies for when they went out clubbing.
Tell me about it! What is it with college girls and diapers? Is it like compulsory or something? Meanwhile Leilah brings up the whole fetish thing, mentioning she has read about such things on other forums. I read similar on Wetbusters (Who you gonna call!) a while back. Leilah dismisses the whole bedwetting diaper thing but I disagree, as I can't help thinking that if you were pissing the bed at fifteen or something, spending every night in disposable 'youth briefs', much to your bratty siblings' untiring amusement, some sort of attraction would bound to result, merely as a coping mechanism - being a teenager who wears diapers would simply be unbearable otherwise.
if someones got nothing better to do than stare at my crotch wondering whats going on down there, i reckon its them thats got the problem.
Indeed... The lentil-munching, leather-elbow-patch-wearing environmentalist inevitably puts in an appearance.
I am very disappointed by the amount of you prepared to use disposable nappies - if you think of the landfill they cause being adult nappies not baby nappies, that's a lot of destruction!
I wonder if they've ever typed the word 'diaper' into Webshots search engine. Now that is a lot of destruction!
More party-poopers step in to spoil the fun, such as 'bucks' (who was probably forwarded to this forum from SA's 'awful link of the day'):
Unless you've got a medical condition or are incontinent or have weak pelvic muscles.... get a grip and a use a toilet...
(That's an order people!) When challenged 'bucks' responds with:
Why would you prefer to wet yourself in a nappy rather than go to the toilet. Seems really bizarre
Oh I don't know... This girl seems to like it!
And then there's Katie, whose post reads like a notably bad DL story (something by Kidplastix perhaps). If you can't be fcuked to read it, here's a summary: three girls do a dare to wear a diaper to the cinema. One of the girls, Emily, is worried the dipes might leak but her friend brought plastic pants. They couldn't get their jeans on so wore skirts and dresses. Apparently they're Goths. The diapers were noisy. Emily's tights kept slipping down so she wore a leotard under the dress. The other girls play a trick on Emily by swapping their drinks with hers so she drank much more. They were watching a scary movie. Emily peed at the scary bit. Her diapie got really big, making her waddle. They went home and slept in their diapers. Emily said her diapie felt like it weighed a ton. She looked pregnant. There were no leaks. And the moral of the story is...
If you want to wear a nappy out then it looks like they will keep you dry but remember they can grow big so make sure you wear loose clothes but they can be fun too.
Well, what do you think? An accurate account of a real-life diaper experience, whose veracity is incontestable. Or just a steaming pile of barmy old cack thought up by someone like me? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading about grown women exchanging their knickers for nappies as much as I did. Toodlepipski
Greetings diaper fans! Sorry about the delay in updating but better late than never eh? I've actually been a little bit sick recently ('sicker' than usual anyway!) and didn't really feel like wading through a bunch of photos featuring ugly women licking chocolate out of Pampers Ultra - which incidentally is mostly what you get when entering the word 'diaper' into the Webshots search engine. But I'm back now, back with the latest in adult disposable diapers; back with the latest in drunken college chicks, and back with the very latest in 'mooching around your local pharmacy, looking all sweet 'n' sexy with a pack of slimline piss-pants'.
I'm afraid this update isn't quite as great as the last, although it would be rather difficult to top that, what with the awesome Bernice doing the rounds. I was kinda hanging around for that one killer album, you know the sort of thing: a bunch of hotties taking their high school wearing nothing but bra-tops and boys disposable Goodnites, but I'm afraid it never happened. Still, here's hoping eh.
And what of other nations anyway, why is it we only see Americans on Webshots. Where are the British girls, the French girls, German girls etc? Basically any country that doesn't use the word 'diaper' to describe that super-absorbent slab of plastic taped around Baby's bottom. Why is it only American girls do stuff like this! This!! And THIS!!! What about their British counterparts. I mean I'm aware there isn't exactly an 'incontinence culture' in Britain. You don't find stacks of 'adult briefs' in Tesco. But what about some pack posing with baby dipes for example, what about a little 'Oooh, look at these Pampers, I still wear them', say. So come on you British girls, get off your lazy backsides and down to your local Sainsbury's. I want to see you indulging in a spot of this, or this, then post your pics on the net and I'll hook 'em up. Carry on like this and after a while every dreary little market town in this green and pleasant land will be abundant with drink-sodden trollops in thick disposable nappies! I live in hope.
Now I've always had a passion for babies' underwear. Don't panic, it's not as dodgy as it sounds, I've no interest in children, I don't sit around spurting myself in front of Huggies commercials, I just like the idea of wearing diapers, having to still need them, being forced into 'em, all that stuff really gets me off, even when I was a mere boy, yet in those days I was simply too ill-informed and awkward to gratify this need. For example, back then I had never heard of the word 'paraphilia'; I had no idea what a fetish was; terms like 'psychosexual infantilism' and 'autonepiophilia' (WTF?!) were curiously absent from the Usborne Book of Growing Up, and the oeuvre of Doctor John Money was inevitably overlooked during my slapdash sex ed classes (which mostly consisted of cheaply made cartoons from the 70s). To almost every adult who knew me I was wide-eyed innocence and childhood inexperience, reassuringly callow and hopelessly naïve. But beneath that sweet little boy exterior lurked one sick fucker, and had I been less inhibited, I would have stormed into my local pharmacy and picked up some Pampers. But seeing as I was middleclass I didn't have the guts, plus I wasn't overly keen on people laughing at me all the time and calling me 'Baby' (or worse), as I'm sure they would have - a total anathema to anyone who wants to look cool around girls. Therefore I had a problem, although it wasn't too long before I had discovered a solution: homemade diapers.
Now as far as I knew Blue Peter were yet to broadcast an episode about constructing disposable diapers for eleven-year-old boys, so I had to make it up as I went along. However by this stage I was so desperate to tape myself into something - having been toilet-trained for at least eight years - my overactive libido just did the rest, and after a few initial attempts, I deduced that all I needed was some padding (my undies), a couple of sticky labels, and one or two of these... Yes, you saw right: plastic bag! Now to most people disposable diapers and supermarket carrier bags have little in common, yet to the nascent nappy 'enthusiast' they both possess one crucial feature: plastic. Yes that's right, plastic! You see in my opinion a disposable diaper isn't a disposable diaper unless it's all nice 'n' plasticky - to hell with this cloth-like bum crap. Bring back the traditional plastic nappy! That's what I say. Anyway, I quickly found garbage bags to be the most effective, virginal white ones of course, not the dustbin liners (although I've tried them too), and whenever I got the opportunity, I'd shut myself in my room, pop on some appropriate music (How I wanted her to be my babysitter!) and tape myself up.
Back in school I use to relish the sense of inferiority I always felt: a lowly first former nervously negotiating his way around the big kids, painfully conscious of the fact that only the other day he'd been sporting nowt but his lil' plastic baggy! So kinky. It was as if they all knew about my peculiar pursuits, and I sometimes toyed with the notion of wearing my nappies to school but never did, and throughout my adolescence I kept it to myself, consequently feeling very alone, that is until now, when I see that some of the more self-sufficient college girls have also discovered the joys of do-it-yourself diapers. So in honour of their actions I've compiled a top three of my personal favourites, starting with 'Ren', who's fashioned what she believes to be a Depend adult nappy out of a white plastic carrier bag. Nice try Ren, but ultimately very half-arsed. No padding for a start, although it's certainly an impressive fit. In second place we have Liza and Rachell (and friends). Believe me, some of the cheaper disposables really did look like this in the eighties, none of your fancy nappies back then oooh no, just big white plastic poo-catchers that obviously weren't designed for making Baby look good, only to stop 'im from seeping all over the carpet! Anyway, pray silence please, as without further ado I announce our winner... Congratulations Ashley, whose diaper is the best in my opinion, and clearly her friends like it too! No doubt it was a labour of lurve and almost on a par with some of my own efforts. As a reward she gets... this cuddly toy and, oh yes, a pacifier, well done!
Now they say that youth is wasted on the young but back when I was a humble eleven-year-old, prancing around in my garbage bag diaper, I was more inclined to believe that infancy was wasted on babies instead, especially if they felt anything like I did when I had a thick wodge of plastic between my legs. Bye de Bye
Are you a forty-something woman? Just started weeing yourself? Well not to worry because according to the incontinence industry, one in three of you ladies has little to no bladder control! At least that's what they say in their ads. The most famous of these boasts an elegantly attired dame, gracefully parading around a richly furnished bedroom. She sashays towards an impressive oak tallboy, opens an upper drawer, and retrieves a rather intriguing white item... We next see her wearing what is presumably this item although it is difficult to tell as she has nearly finished concealing it beneath her skirt, and while we are still unsure as to exactly what it is, we can almost certainly infer that she is not packing La Perla! This is what passes for adult nappy publicizing in my quarter. This and some other stupid commercial for Poise panty pads starring a bunch of irritating women breezing through the daily grind. The ad informs us that when these ladies aren't hopelessly saturating their piss-pads, they're "running the country!" A chilling thought...
So about these 'initiation' thingies; what's going on there then? Because as far as I can make out, all that seems required to start one is an appropriate venue, some adventurous friends, and half the contents of your local Walmart's hygiene aisle. Once acquainted with what you'll be wearing for the evening - stretch it baby! (What's up with her mouth by the way?) - you can then progress on to some silly party games, while getting steadily inebriated. Not that different from your average college piss-up then. Of course some of these gals utilize more than just the diapers, the comic possibilities of the humble brassiere also proving a hit, mainly when worn in typical pantomime fashion, such as over a T-shirt, or, if you're clinically insane like this woman, as a cheap means of Xmas decoration. A few take the whole 'initiation thing' further still by throwing bondage and even coprophiliac sex into the mix. Others meanwhile prefer to forego any real hardcore activities in favour of simply dressing outlandishly. That whole 'conical bra' thing... Now where have I seen that look before? Oh yes of course. You know it probably won't be too long before ol' Madge herself is packing protection, hitting the stage with her Gaultier corset effectively complemented by a gold lamé adult nappy – or "naahhhpee" as she insists on pronouncing it.
Spending the evening in incontinence pants is all that's really required to be 'initiationed' these days, and it makes a refreshing 'change' from the strained earnestness of most adult diaper ads, providing a much more accurate reflection of the realities of needing 'big people nappies'. And if you've just developed urinary incontinence yourself, and are considering purchasing underwear that commonly comes bunched together in large plastic packs, bear in mind that this is what you could be wearing. Or what about this, or maybe this! Stylish huh? Well what about these; imagine waddling around with one of those babies wedged between your legs. Big fat plastic DIAPERS!!! Try looking all smart and fashionable while that sucker noisily rustles away beneath the hipsters.
So what are we going to do about these rubbish commercials then? Because if I were an advertising wunderkind with a commission from somewhere like 'Super-absorbent Panties Ltd.' or 'Soak-it-up & co.' (I made those up but in an ideal world they would exist) I'd go the Wonderbra route and actually show off the product a bit, be a little more upfront and in ya face! I'd have some fresh-faced housewife bouncing around in nothing but the latest industrial strength disposable and a sexy skin-tight crop top with "I'm a big girl now!" emblazoned across it. The ad would culminate with a close up of Mrs Pissypants as she fills her outsize Huggies until it gushes down her thighs! Much more fun!! Anyway I'd better shut up now before all the incontinent women reading this pin me down and wee on me. Toodle Pipski
I was perusing my Guestbook the other day and couldn't resist commenting on some of its entries. Kyle's is the most recent at the time of writing, so I'll start there. He reveals that 'Rhonda goes crazy in Goodnites' is one of his favourites, and I have to agree, it's an undisputed classic. Rhonda's a real cutie and my God do her and pal Holly look hot in those dinky little bedwetter panties. It's a shame they didn't go all the way and wear 'em like they were kids who actually needed 'protection' - nice 'n' tight against their bods! And those moves Rhonda's striking, just peachy.
In the archived guestbook Foxknot simply states "DANOOSH" as his favourite. For the unacquainted, Dana, or Noosh, as she also appears to be known, is one of the most adorable examples of 'baby-chic' (refer to 'Halloween Cuties' below) on Webshots. There are a plethora of pics featuring her throughout this album, notable examples being this, and this (check out that bottle action), as well as this little gem (her Depends must have expanded something chronic). In short, Dana is one sexy Noosh!
Chris on the other hand numbers the 'Freshman Kidnapping', the 'Westlake Park Hazing' and the 'Senior Scavenger Hunt' among his personal faves. I won't deny I'm partial to those pics myself, for they all possess a certain naughtiness I find irresistably appealing. So beginning with those freshmen first... Just what is it with these kidnappings? Young girls dragged from their beds at dawn, taken to some car park and made to put on adult diapers. It's not a sight you see everyday. Something that could also be said of the hazing, where the girls of Westlake Park demonstrate the affordably wicked fun that can be had with just a few blindfolds, a bag of incontinence pants, and shit-loads of silly string. Fantastic! Why don't the nasty little ruffians that invest my neck of the woods get up to such shenanigans. All they seem interested in is climbing over other people's cars. Now where's the fun in that? (Bung 'em in Borstals I say). And finally the Scavenger Hunt. As with the 'kidnappings', I disclose that I'm not overly familiar with this particular phenomenon either, but seeing as it involves adult diapers, I'm all for it. And don't you just adore those strappy tops, so revealing; you can even see their bras.
The College Park Diaper Dare is inevitably mentioned (as I thought it might be), and any self-respecting connoisseur of the 'real girl diaper scene' - or R.G.D.S as I sometimes call it - must be familiar with this album by now. On the off chance you're not however, it features two hot college girls (and a guy – don't panic, he's quite cute really) taping on adult plastic diapers and putting them to the test. They actually use them would you believe, filling them to capacity with their... oh just check it out, words can't do it justice. F. Diapstoyefsky (very droll) provides the URL in his entry on the guestbook. He also mentions this. Don't you just lurve that look? Depend waistbands peeping up over those cheeky little shorts; bulky padding bulging underneath - I call it V.D.L (Visible Diaper Line!) Diapstoyefsky also mentions this. I know, I know, "Page not found" – right? Well I'm afraid that particular picture doesn't exist anymore, which is a friggin shame because it was ****ING AWESOME. It featured this really fit chick called Britt striking a seriously sexy pose in socks and bra top, her cootch nicely packed into a butt-hugging pair of BOYS BMX GOODNITES! In front of her mates no less! I'm generally sad it's gone but not to worry, as I have it saved on file for posterity and am willing to email it to anyone who's interested. All you have to do is click here and I'll send you a copy, just put 'Britt' in the subject box and perhaps something along the lines of 'Goodnites make her wet' in the space below - just so it doesn't wind up in my spam folder. It's one of the best pics ever, especially if you have, like me, a certain fondness for Big Kid Huggies!
Ok, that's some of the more sensible entries out of the way. Now on to a couple of silly ones, such as the following from 'Baby Roy':
i liked them all but you need to show their diapers too
Excuse me but like WTF Roy?! Have you actually looked at the pics? You CAN see their diapers! There they ARE!! Jeez some people. He then goes on to tell us he is a...
big baby boy who wears cloth diapers /gerber plastic panties /sleeps in a real crib/uses baby bottles also.
So what. I'm a...
geeky little boy who wears first quality youth briefs/sleeps on plastic sheets/uses beakers also.
And then there's this guy, one Jerry Sinclair, who writes:
there is only 2 that i like gettin caught and romein freely
Not quite sure which "getting caught" and "romein freely" actually are so I can't provide any links. He then goes on to say...
yeah show me a pic of you please i bet you are one hot mama!
Now I really don't get this. I've linked to hundreds of pictures of really hot girlies, many of whom are visibly packing thick disposable diapers, and Jerry here wants to see pictures of me... MEEEE!!!!!! You know it's this sort of thing I really hate about our scene: horrible websites with names like 'Baby Lisa's Webpage' or 'Little Carla's Homepage' (I made those up but they probably exist), you click on them under the naïve impression you're about to encounter some ravishing young lady who shares your interests, but oh no, for invariably leering back at you is some hideous middle-aged man, decked out in the frilliest, most sissiest baby-wear imaginable. UGH! Pass the sick bag. But I guess that's the sort of thing Mr Sinclair's into, and no doubt he'd rather look at blurry JPEGs of me attired in such a manner - diapered girlies being rather boring for him - so I hope this satisfies. You see I'm old an ugly now but wasn't I hot stuff back then, modelling my ultra-sexy Staydry pannies - don't knock 'em, they were the Goodnites of their day you know; every style-conscious bedwetter was packing 'em! Now I'm sure Ol Jerry here will be further thrilled to know that all that "highly absorbent material" splayed my thighs something rotten, forcing me to walk with a distinctive waddle – I looked like an overgrown toddler when wearing 'em, yet all that finest (non-toxic) plastic really drove the lassies wild! They liked to rub their 'pleasure centers' against it. And before anyone thinks this site's gone a bit 'YIOR the Cobb' - that last link was meant to be a J-O-K-E, alright?)
Anyway, now that's over with I'll calm down a bit, and introduce you to Mary. She signed the guestbook recently and her entry somewhat intrigues me.
Update every week, very enjoysable and interesting site, and you have a pic of me in a diaper, thanks
Does anyone know who she is? After some extensive searching (few minutes really) I reckon it's probably this pic here. There's something about that woman, a certain impishness which seems, in part, to be induced by her handling an adult diaper. Or maybe I'm mad. Anyway, if you're reading Mary, feel free to email and tell me which pic you're in!
In a similar vein, this entry from 'Anon' also caught my attention:
Hi there, I started browsing your site off of Wetset, and came across a picture of a girl that looked really familiar. The girl in We’ve all heard about her little bedtime pwoblem is in one of my classes in school. Actually she is the one that prefers p
They mean these pics here and here. I wonder if they ever approached those girls and enquired about their diaper habits, I know I would've done...
Well I hope you enjoyed all that, and apologies if I offended anyone, none of it was meant to be malicious, and I still appreciate you taking time to sign my guestbook. Oh and one last thing: to all those folk who keep pestering me to update all the time. You do realise that there are only so many diaper pics out there. I wish there were more obviously, in fact I wish every sexy woman on the planet would just forget it all and tape on a Depend, but life isn't like that because it mainly sucks, and anyway, if I did do an update every week, I'd have to resort to linking images like this. I rest my case.
Anyone remember that classic Levi ad, the one with Nick Kamen in a fifties-style laundromat, shamelessly dropping his daks to the strains of Marvin Gaye's 'I Heard It Through The Grapevine'? I was watching that commercial the other day on one of those cheap nostalgia programmes when it suddenly put me in mind of an old home movie I had the fortune to witness many moons ago. Filmed at a time when affordable camcorders were still something of a novelty, it was essentially a crude homage to the Levi ad, and had drawn first prize on some daft daytime show. However Nick was out of the picture, as were his 501s, and the groovy trendy retro-chiccy laundromat was nowhere to be seen. All had been replaced by a snot-nosed toddler called Ben (I think) who proceeded to disrobe in a down-at-heel kitchen, struggling out of his grubby little T-shirt, stripping off his pint-size denims, all the while Marvin Gaye warbling away in the background. Now Baby Ben was yet to be potty-trained and seeing as his family were clearly of lower socio-economic status, his diapers were of the cheap 'n' nasty variety. A bulky store-brand disposable adorned his wee person, bereft of cutesy cartoon characters and ultra-thin cores, it resembled nothing more than a white plastic garbage bag with tapes - oh the shame of it! Being aired before the nation in such a crappy nappy! Yet I so wanted to be him, although I question how his life turned out, I mean he must be a teenager by now - I wonder if he gets the chicks! Incidentally does anyone else recall this? I can't have been the only person watching it. Email me if you did and we'll thrash it out…
The reason why I mention all this codswallop is that I couldn't help thinking the Levi ad would have been so much more fun if Kamen, rather than wearing his crisp white cotton boxer shorts (I'm not gay), had instead been packing one of those Attend fitted brief thingies under the 501s. Just imagine the stunned bemusement of the laundromat's clientele when they saw him sporting one of those babies! Anyway, enough of all this silliness, I promised "devastatingly perceptive analysis" of the pics linked on this site, and instead I prattle on about stupid kids while hooking up JPEGs of Nick Kamen's ass. So I hope this goes some way in rectifying the situation - a glorious sight, I think you'll agree, and don't you just luuuurve those big blue plastics? Does underwear get sexier than that? I like to imagine the girl on the left has just suggested they divest themselves of their slacks and undies, and wear the piss-pants properly, right up against their skin. Fill them to capacity with copious amounts of their very own girly pee (ewww). Judging by her defiant posture however - hands on diaper, looking real mean - the other girl is having absolutely none of it, so instead they compromise with a good old fashioned booby-rub (nice). Anyway I'd better go now - I've just gone and filled my 'garbage bag' with something white and sticky.
Some of the things that spring to mind in regards to Halloween: ghosts, ghouls, creatures of the night; witches, werewolves, skeletons, broomsticks, diapers, fangs, blood… DIAPERS????!!!
One tends to think of industrial-strength incontinence pants as being the sole province of the superannuated, and perhaps the last place your average Joe expects to see an 'adult brief' is at a rowdy student shindig; taped between the legs of some boisterous young lass as she bops and hops to the latest choons. Yet this is a common occurrence on October 31st, when for one night of the year, disposable absorbent underwear is gleefully displaced from its usual dreary milieu and onto the tight firm butts of college girls across the land. Obviously some of 'em take a little persuading... (Oooh, tasteful blue ones, very nice!), while others prefer some fashionable young blade to escort them (My, what a jammy fellow! I wish I had his luck) and a few still rely on the support of other young ladies, but essentially they're out and proud, wearing their dipeys for all to see.
Such a look could be labelled 'Baby-chic', at least that's what I like to call it, and it's all the rage at Halloween. I'm not too sure how certain quarters will react to it, recalling all those miserable tabloid hacks who got their knickers in a spin over Britney Spears and her horny schoolgirl-schtick. Well imagine how they would react to this: bibs, baby bottles, pacifiers, and the very latest in adult disposable diapers! The horror, the horror (I wonder if any of that beer finished up in those Depends). So anyway, if you're a young lady who is somewhat stumped for what to wear this Halloweenie, hightail it to the nearest pharmacy or Walmart or whatever, and pick up some piss-pants! Go ahead and enhance the baby look by availing yourself of any nearby infantile paraphernalia you want, or just opt for a more minimal diaper and vest-top ensemble, either way is hot (as long as you are) and take to the streets. When out in public you may wish to disguise the loud rustling noise your diaper will inevitably make by wearing shorts/panties over it. But feel free to flash your bra - oh look look, it's Eva Herzigova! It's Adrianna Sklenarikova! It's some drunken Syracuse college chick with an adult nappy wedged into her panties!
Unfortunately for me I don't attend anywhere as prestigious as Syracuse University, and last year's Halloween wasn't exactly a glamorous affair. My borderline psychotic babysitter Megan was booked for the evening so I expected to be ordered to turn in at a pre-schooler's bedtime. However Megan had other plans: I was to go trick or treating instead. Inspired by this, she decided to pay homage to its author by dressing me up as the chief protagonist. I was to wear my Boys Convertible Goodnites over my Rugrats pajamas superhero style, my plastic sheet (I still need one in case my Huggies leak) functioning as a makeshift cape - the whole ghastly get-up enhanced with swimming goggles and a see-through plastic shower cap. In short I looked about as 'with it' as this guy. Megan then kicked me out onto the streets promising not to let me back in until I returned with sweets. After not much joy I managed to eventually acquire some Werther's Originals from a kind yet strangely sinister gentleman, but was subsequently hounded around my estate by a pack of ferocious chavettes who took exception to my bedwetter pants. Once I returned home Megan wolfed down the Originals then sent me to bed and it wasn't long before I had completely filled my Goodnites. Here's hoping to the same this year!
Stuck at home in your incontinence pants? Scared to go out and meet girls? Think they'll laugh at the adult diapers? Well think again, as it just so turns out that disposable piss-pants are highly fashionable on the party circuit these days, positively de rigueur in fact, and the sight of a grown man sporting super-absorbent underwear is all that's required to drive some girls wild - hell, they even wear the damn things as well; and when they're not wearing them, they're forcing their lucky boyfriends into 'em!
All this diapers n' dating lark puts me in mind of some silly music-hall(ish) 'entertainment' I once endured many moons ago. I was vacationing at a camp-site where in-house festivities had been laid on. To put it bluntly it largely comprised of the site's organizers performing a range of quaintly vulgar routines on a hastily erected stage, endlessly preoccupied with bodily functions and the murky world of the toilet. Some way into the evening they decided to lower the tone still further by practically coercing several hapless audience members up onto the stage for fun and games. I was a mere boy when I witnessed all of this and have since forgotten most of these games, yet there is one I vividly recall to this day, I think it was called 'Diapering your wife' or something, for that's what it essentially entailed. Now I'm afraid it was not nearly as exciting as it sounds - they didn't use genuine diapers for a start; one of the pretty little reps didn't waltz onto the stage swinging a bag of Depend refastenable undies, just some dude mooching around with bath towels. Yet as you can probably imagine, the wives were looking distinctly ill-at-ease by now, much to my somewhat precocious amusement. The chaps on the other hand were rapidly entering into the spirit of the thing, promptly seizing the towel and manipulating their other halves accordingly - I was under the impression they'd done this before - all the while the speaker-system blasting out a charming little ditty about 'nappy-changing' (Would you believe I've actually Googled it - no joy I'm afraid). Anyway, once they had finished the wives were then ordered to strut around the stage, giving the odd twirl or two, just to make sure their 'dipeys' didn't fall off (They were worn over their slacks/dresses whatever). I wonder if they kept 'em afterward, and whether there were any steamy sessions in the chalets that night. I bet there were...
Anyway, I'm rambling now so I'll shut up; besides it's getting late and Megan, my child-hating babysitter, has informed me that if she finds out I'm still up after seven, she'll tell everyone in my grade I wear Girls Goodnites! She's real mean like that. She makes the girl in that infamous Princess Superstar song look like a fully paid-up member of The Babysitters Club! Toodle Pipski
A common criticism of Girls 'n' Diapers is that it only features pissed-up coeds. Such nit-picking implies that a girl would have to be positively paralytic before she'd whack on a diaper. While it's undeniable this site links to many pics of riotous college parties, full of drunken women in Depends, this is certainly not always the case, aptly illustrated by this. Now it might just be me but those lassies look completely sober, even though they are standing on high school premises, shamelessly sucking pacifiers while clutching various infantile paraphernalia, wearing thick white adult nappies! Notice how the girl on the far left has even gone so far as to diaper her teddy bear. Isn't that fantastic? Such little touches like that make this pic pure gold. And here they are again, and again. Shamelessly strutting around in their disposables, in full view of fellow students, looking like some weird alternative to bubble gum poppers Girls Aloud. Now there's a band that would look great in diapers. You know I could just picture them prancing around on Top of the Pops in Goodnites underpants (might improve that show’s ratings!), especially Nicola Roberts - bet she used to piss the bed when a tot! - anyway I’m rambling now so I’ll shut up. And besides, my Pampers need changing. Bye bye
More to come...
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