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You wake up and it’s dark, outside the bars of your crib the princess nightlight emits a pink glow, and you can see stars out the bedroom window.  You’ve got to pee really bad.  Getting up and going to the bathroom is out of the question, the side of your crib is locked.  You bare down and try to hold it.  The words that Mommy told you last night run through your head, “OK little one Mommy wants to see you can hold it all through the night like a good girl, if you can maybe we can get you some princess panties instead of those big baby diapers you’re wearing.”

Mommy didn’t know you’d snuck a can of Mountain Dew just before bedtime, you look at her and a bit of your nervousness shows through.  “You’ve been a good girl and not drank anything since supper time right,” she asks.  You nod sheepishly.  “Because if you have and you soak those diapers tonight there will be consequences.”  You feel a gulp go down your throat.

Your pacifier offers you no solace, the need to pee is overpowering and you just can’t stand it any longer.  You’ve been holding it so long and so hard that it hurts.  You feel a bit sharp cramp coming and realize you have to relax.  When you do you feel a flood, the thick overnight diaper suddenly feels warm and squishy.  You feel the wetness trickle around your rear and pooling in in the back of the diaper; you hope that none of it got out.  The feeling of being helpless to stop yourself from soaking your Pampers makes you incredibly aroused and soon you’re feeling yourself through the squishy wet padding.  Before long you fall back to sleep in a blissful haze.

You awake to the sound of your crib door sliding down.  “Hello little princess,” Mommy says.  She pulls the covers off you and the smile fades from her face.  “Well I see you couldn’t stay dry last night,” she says as she crosses her arms across her chest.

“I’m sorry Mommy it was an accident,” you say.

“We’ll see about that,” Mommy says as the crib door slides back up and locks in place.  Mommy leaves the room and you lay there in fear.  Mommy enters the room a few minutes later,”So you didn’t have a mountain dew last night?” she asks.

“No,” you say as you sheepishly turn your head.

“Then what’s this,” she says as she pulls an empty can from behind her back.

“I don’t know,” you say.

“Good little girls don’t lie,” Mommy says with a threat, “Now tell the truth, is this yours?”

“Yes,” you say fighting back tears.

“Allright,” she opens the crib door and takes you by the hand firmly pulling you out.  “You’ve been a bad girl, sneaking a soda when you know it’ll make you wet your diaper, then lying about it, there are consequences to that kind of behaviors little missy,” she says as she leads you across the room. She leads you to your familiar changing table and guides you up the step and lays you down on the plastic pad.

“Only babies wet their diapers, are you a baby?” she asks.

“No,” you see without much conviction.

“I don’t know about, I think you like soaking your diapers,” Mommy says, before you can offer a huge pacifier is stuffed in your mouth.  You hear the sound of tearing tapes as Mommy takes off the wet diaper and then you feel your bottom getting wiped down.  “OK roll over,” she says and you do so knowing what’s coming.  The first swat is light, but they soon get harder, you whimper at the pain knowing that soon you’ll be crying for her to stop, but then, she stops.  “Mommy has an idea, stay right there.” she says and leaves your room.  You tremble in fear imagining what she’ll bring back to spank you with, a paddle, a belt, a cane.

You hear her come back in a few minutes later. “Mommy has decided that maybe since you like being a baby so much instead of a little girl she’s going to punish you in a different way.”  You can’t see what’s going on but you feel something go sliding up your rectum pushed in by Mommy’s finger, then another, then another.  A few seconds later you feel something bigger going up then sliding out, but even after it slides out you still feel something up there.  You realize what Mommy has done just as she begins to tell you.

“See Little One, babies don’t just wet their diapers then mess them too, now roll over.”  You roll over and see your Mommy’s stern look, but the slight smile lets you know she’s enjoying this punishment.  “Now since we started your potty training you’ve had no problems with messy accidents but can’t seem to stop wetting so if you’re going to wet your diapers like a baby then you can mess them too.  Oh and I put a little something up there to make sure that Mommy won’t have to change a Poopy diaper for awhile.”  Mommy says with a smirk.

You lay there helpless sucking your pacifier trying to keep from crying as Mommy places an overnight diaper under your tushy and then begins to coat your smooth skin with thick white paste.  “You should be thankful that your Mommy cares enough to give you a good coat of rash cream, though a diaper rash would teach you a good lesson,” she says.  The overnight diaper is taped up and followed with a second diaper.  “Mommy doesn’t have time to keep changing you all the time so this should help with leaks,” she says as she snaps on a pair of plastic pants over the double thick diaper.

You are helped off the table then Mommy goes to your closet returning with a light blue onesie and  pair of bib overalls that end with a very short skirt.  Fully dressed Mommy guides you to the large mirror in the corner, you waddle from the thickness between your legs.  The pink skirt just barely covers your diaper.  “My aren’t you a cutie, maybe I should just keep you as a baby, do a little curtsy for Mommy.” she commands.  You look at her and frown but you can see from her expression that she wasn’t kidding so you do a little curtsy.

“OK now Mommy’s going to get a few things ready, why don’t you go out on the porch and get the paper,” she says.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Yes silly like that,” she says then gives that stern look.  You look at the clock, it’s 7:30 on a Sunday morning.

“What if someone sees me?”  you ask.

“You mean what if someone sees a grown man dressed like a baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Well if you’re that worried about it then take all that off and put on your regular clothes otherwise be a good girl and do what Mommy tells you.”

“Yes Mommy,” you say.

“Oh one more thing,” Mommy has you sit on the changing table and pulls lacey socks up your feet and buckles pink mary jane shoes on.  “Now you can go outside,” she says and gives you a pat on the rear.  You waddle to the front door and crack it, luckily it’s just barely light and no one is outside so you dash out to the porch.  Just as luck would have it the paper didn’t make it on the porch this morning, its nearly on the sidewalk.  You sprint down the steps and the 10 feet to the sidewalk then bend down showing the world your diaper as you snatch the paper.  Down the street you see a jogger coming.  You sprint back to the house praying they couldn’t make out your embarrassing costume.

Ten minutes later you find yourself bucked into your big highchair, your arms at your sides and getting huge mouthfuls of wet goopy cereal spooned in your mouth.  You’re feeling a good deal of pressure in your bowels as the suppositories melt and do their job.  The strange thing is the swelling feeling of the tampon.  Mommy unlocks your hands and places four big 11 ounce baby bottles on the highchair tray.  “Now since you like it so much these are all filled with mountain dew. Mommy’s going to go do some cleaning and then take a dip in the pool. when I get back in a couple hours I want to see all that gone.”

“Yes Mommy,” you say. On the kitchen table she sets up her ipod to play Barney the big Purple Dinosaur shows just to further punish you.

In the next half an hour the sensations in your rear become stronger, and the tampon feels even bigger.  Cramps begin to come in waves and begin to wet from all the mountain dew.  Even if you wanted to poop for the relief you can’t seem to push it out.  Eventually the pressure seems to be more then you can bare, and you push hard.  A huge load gushes out filling the diaper.  At the same time you completely soak it when you begin to pee uncontrollably.  You try to get your hands on your diaper to fill the swelling mess but the locked tray on top and the sides of your chair prevent access.  As Barney sings about sharing you realize its going to be a long frustrating day.

 

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Infants and children in diapers have very different needs from adults who just wear diapers for fun.  I was at a relatives house recently who have 2 children in diapers, they use all in one cloth diapers at home and usually disposables when they travel.  Their diaper pail was a big hamper full of smelly cloth diapers.  The all in ones are comically thick and bulky.  They have raised several children and talked about how they used to use disposables and change them the moment they noticed they were wet, and went through way more diapers then they needed to.  They said the cloth diapers were so thick that they didn’t need to be changed as often  and they were sure they were saving money.

Adult babies who aren’t dependent on diapers should look at some of the advantages of cloth for their diaper needs.

Lets compare

Cost:  I’m just going to generalize that a decent adult disposable diaper like an Abena costs about 2 dollars each.  If you were only able to wear a few times a month then a case of these might last you all year.  Who knows what the average adult baby does, but I typically wear 3 days a week and could probably get away with 3 Abenas.  Which means about a 300 dollar cost for the year.

Now lets say instead I buy some cloth diapers and plastic pants.  Cloth prefolds are going to run you about 25 bucks, a good all-in-one is about 40. Plastic pants can be had for as little as 5 bucks.  I’m only wearing 3 times a week but maybe I might want some back up.  I could get a super thick all-in-one, and 4 prefolds, with 4 plastic pants for around 150 dollars.  These diapers will last far longer then a year, if they were worn once a week they may last a life time.  The plastic pants will need to be replaced but that’s the cheapest part.

How about the cost of washing?  Well that does add up, according to an online calculator it would cost me about 50 dollars a year to do an extra load of laundry a week.  With just a few diapers per week though I often just throw them in with a load of towels or clothes after I handwash them and get the smell out.

The cost savings is huge and the more you wear the more you save.  If you have access to a sewing machine you can sew your own prefolds for about half what you could buy them and save even more money.

Cloth 1 Disposable 0

Dry Feel:  A dry disposable diaper feels nice, but a dry cloth diaper feels much nicer.  A good cloth diaper is so bulky that it forces you to waddle more like a baby and I personally love the tightness and pressure of the bulk between my legs.

Cloth 1 Disposable 0

Wet Feel:   I really enjoy the feeling of a quality disposable when they get wet and swollen. The feeling of a big squishy soft diaper is amazing. A cloth diaper doesn’t provide that same kind of feeling that a good soaked disposable diaper does.  A good cloth diaper will soak up a lot of pee and not feel uncomfortable for awhile but when they are saturated I find them uncomfortable.

Cloth 0 Disposable 1

Look:  This is another personal question, what looks better?  Of course there are new adult disposables with baby print that look adorable, and big puffy plastic Abena looks really cute too.  A super bulky all-in-one is also super cute and babyish.  Plastic pants are available in all kinds of cute prints and colors.  It’s a toss up for me.

Cloth 1 Disposable 1

Leaks:  Cheap disposables leak like crazy, good ones don’t.  Same for good cloth diapers.  I don’t really feel like one does a better job then the other when you’re dealing with good diapers.

Cloth 1 Disposable 1

Convience:  This is a big one against cloth, especially if you poop your diapers.  Cloth are going to take some extra work, washing, folding, they even take longer to put on.  A wet or messy disposable is just folded up and thrown away.

Discreetness:  Now this one really only matters if you need or want to wear your diapers outside of the home.  I have worn disposables to work, school, and really just about anywhere.  Mind you these were not the super thick variety usually, though I have worn them out too.  I’m certain it would be impossible to tell.  I have worn some thin cloth diapers out a few times, but was really to scared to use them since I was sure they would leak.  Cloth diapers have so much thickness that they are almost impossible to hide under clothes, except maybe in winter and even then you’re going to have to try to hide that cloth diaper waddle.

Cloth 0 Disposable 1

Final score

Cloth 4 Disposable 4   A tie.

I considered adding an environmental category which cloth would win, but decided against it.  A person with a great deal of environmental concern may be swayed by that, but I don’t feel like I wear enough diapers to make much of a difference one way or the other.  I’m sure a years with of used disposable diapers for someone who wore more would really add up, but my few diapers a week isn’t going to make much difference.

To me the real answer isn’t should I use cloth or disposable, it’s why not use both?  You an build a cloth diaper stash easily,