Saturday, December 8, 2012

Work, potty monsters, and an unusual diaper review.

It's officially winter time again. As I expected, the annoyingly consistent overflow incontinence I was experiencing in September and October has subsided to its normal level, which is to say just a small, unnoticeable leak after I use the bathroom if my bladder isn't fully empty.

Needless to say, it's a pretty big relief not to constantly have a little wet spot on my underwear that I have to worry is going to soak through my pants. In a way, it kind of put me back into the head space of those years when my control was at an all-time low, about 4th through 8th grade: I was always wet, always worried about getting caught, and always wishing that there was some way to just give up on trying to stay dry at all and wear diapers full time. Obviously the leaks I was having weren't even close to the major pantswetting issues I was having back then, but the fact that my recent spell of incontinence also included a bedwetting incident shook my confidence a lot, and it brought up a lot of the same old feelings.

As much as those feelings centered around nervousness, frustration, and wanting to have normal bladder control, they also included a fetishization of the act of loosing control. Shortly after the small, frequent wettings I was having went away, I felt the urge to stage a few deliberate wettings.

I would come home from work and go into the bathroom, but instead of sitting down on the toilet I would just stand in the shower and let go in my pants. The urge came on days when I had been under particularly high pressure at work. By deliberately refusing to be responsible for emptying my bladder in an appropriate and socially acceptable way, I was able to blow off steam from a job full of other responsibilities I didn't want.

You'll recall that the leaks I was having started at work. Well, the diaper I was wearing as I wrote my last post was actually came from work too. No, I wasn't working at a medical supply store or pharmacy. I was working a temp gig at a Halloween store.

Odd, I know. Imagine my surprise when I opened a box labeled "costumes and accessories," and found a pack of adult diapers, which, for all intents and purposes, seemed like off-brand Bambinos. The package was all transparent cellophane, so you could see what was inside. The smell when I cut open the shipping box was exactly the same as when you open a fresh pack of diapers.

Pulling them out, I saw that they were individually wrapped inside so that they could be displayed on a peg. As I tore off the outer packaging and hung them on the wall, all I could think was, "These are costumes. Everything else in this store is fake. There's no way these could be real diapers ... right?"

After a few days of contemplation, I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to buy one to find out. All employee purchases had to be approved. There was no way I could go to my boss and tell him I wanted to buy a diaper. I had to know though ... so I waited for my opportunity and slipped one into my bag when no one was looking.

 Here's what the package looked like:

If you could see my eyes, you'd know I was smiling.

Pretty astonishing, right? The package just says what it is, like it's no big deal that you are going to buy this with the intention of wearing it in public, presumably with no pants. Most of the people I saw buy this were pre-teen girls who came in with their mothers. What their motivation was for choosing this particular costume and why their mothers allowed it, I  have no idea.

Here's what it looked like unwrapped:



Yep, no doubt about it, this diaper is real and built to be wet. I wonder what percentage of the people who bought this actually decided to use it for its intended purpose? I'll admit that it is a little thinner than I would normally feel comfortable wetting in public, but it stood up to a pretty big wetting without leaks when I used it. One thing about it is that the tapes are not refastenable. If you were wearing one out and about on Halloween without any pants, you wouldn't be able to take it off to use the bathroom ... unless you wanted to go through the rest of the night without even a diaper to cover yourself. What I'm saying is that these are not designed with the needs of costumed revelry in mind.

Here's a final shot of me wearing it:


The fit was good, on me at least, which would indicate that they run a little small. I imagine it was probably pretty big on those girls though. At $4.50 a piece, (plus tax) their moms would have done better to get them some Goodnites a little closer to their size. If they wore even two or three out of the whole pack, it would be a better value. I suppose though, that handing your kid a pack of diapers and telling them "these are yours" would leave plenty of room for them to continue experimenting with them after Halloween, and probably guarantee that even if they didn't have the guts to wet their only diaper in front of their friends on Halloween night, they would have lots of chances to do it at home in a more private setting.

Halloween is an interesting holiday. It gives people a space in which to live out fantasies which would not be acceptable on a normal night. Clearly, there must be enough people out there who fantasize about wearing a diaper to justify the cost of manufacturing these items for sale as costumes. Although I would not be surprised to find that the demographic of people who will walk into a Halloween store and buy one of these had a disproportionate number of people with fetishistic tendencies, I can't imagine that all of them would be Diaper Lovers.

I wonder if the thoughts which go the heads of the non-fetish crowd as they put on their Halloween diaper would be familiar to us DLs? The curiosity; the exploration of how they look in the mirror; the feeling of the thick padding-- so different than normal underwear. Is their feeling of mischievous silliness compromised by a nervous embarrassment? What was it, on a night when they could be anything, wear anything, that made them choose this? Was there some hidden part of their subconscious that playing this role was stroking?

Perhaps we are all fetishists, differing only in our sense of self-awareness. To some extent, everyone's sexuality seems tied to providing something which their subconscious mind has realized is lacking in their life. Even among the fetish community, there is a range of self-awareness. I have spoken to people in the diaper community online who tell me "Hey, I really like your blog," but when I ask them about their own memories and experiences relating to diapers, they tell me that they don't remember anything. This is either an absurd lie or an example of deliberate repression. Perhaps what they mean is that they don't want to remember because it would mean confronting the emotional realities of their life.

On that note, I have two more memories of early childhood that have floated the the surface recently. These are hardly big revelations and I've thought on them from time to time over the years, but I haven't yet had the opportunity post them here.

The first must have been very early, because it is of my mother helping me to use the toilet. After I had finished my bowel movement, my mother pointed at it and said, "Look, aren't you glad that isn't in your pants?"

"Yeah!" I said. I remember that this was a deliberate lie. I was completely unsure of how I felt about it, but because it was a leading question I was afraid to answer otherwise. This is engrained in my memory because there were several early masturbation sessions where I remembered her saying that and imagined what it would have felt like to have gone in my pants instead.

The other memory is of this:


This was a toy that I really wanted when it came out back in 1989. It's hard to explain exactly what the attraction was for me since it didn't explicitly have anything to do with diapers. Perhaps, in making the toilet into a villain to be defeated by my heroic Ghostbusters figures, I saw it as a means to express my desire to fight my potty training in a socially acceptable way. My mother explicitly told me that she wouldn't buy if for me because it would make me afraid to use the toilet. Both this and the previous memory seem to indicate that she felt there was a possibility of my backsliding on potty training-- back into diapers.

Maybe it was because I had a lot of potty accidents even after I was officially out of diapers. Maybe it was some other reason. Perhaps when she was first potty training me, I did do a little back sliding because I wasn't old enough yet.

There is a photograph which I was surprised to see the last time I was visiting my parents. It shows me in a diaper, standing next to my grandfather. It is hard to tell exactly how old I am in the picture, but I am standing on my own and looking not quite three. I can't be younger than two, at any rate, so this picture doesn't really jive with my mom's story of me being fully potty trained by that time. Looking at that image, I grew suspicious that the miraculously early potty training my mother so often talked about was an "on-again, off-again" kind of thing where I wore underwear sometimes and diapers others. That might have created some confusion for me, and a desire to simply stay in diapers rather than going back and forth.

My mother's refusal to allow me to have the toy seemed at the time like it was related to her ban on "potty talk," that is, the tendency most preschoolers have to find ways of incorporating "pee pee" and "poo poo" into any conversation, usually as an attempt to be funny, or sometimes in place of a more adult swear word. I suppose it all ties into my mother stopping me from expressing, either verbally or non-verbally through play, my actual thoughts on using the potty. Instead, she wanted to offer her own affirmative statements for me to agree with, reminding me how glad I was not to be in diapers.

Way back in my first post, I cited how indulging my diaper fetish in my late teens and early twenties led to me overcoming a lot of my "shy bladder" inhibitions, including being able to stand up when I peed. Medically, the condition of not being able to urinate except under certain conditions (when alone, when in your own home, when it is quiet, etc.) is called "paruresis." Urinary retention due to paruresis is often linked to overflow incontinence.

In summary, it seems likely that my mother's overbearing attitude during potty training was what caused me to become self-conscious about my toileting. In my attempts to escape her interference, I might have developed both a shy bladder (necessitating privacy) and a desire to escape the toilet altogether by going back to diapers. My urinary retention, combined with a natural tendency for "giggle incontinence," created a perfect storm of pantswetting commonly referred to as "mixed incontinence".

The years of my heaviest incontinence which I referenced above were also the years surrounding my parents' divorce. This, and the fact that all of my bedwetting after the typical age when it is expected has been during high stress moments, point to psychological factors as another thing contributing to the mix.

At any rate, I would guess that the persistent pattern of wetting accidents that emerged from these causes is what reenforced my preexisting desire to wear diapers to the point where it began to manifest itself as a fetish.

I've covered some of this ground before, but I feel like one of the functions of this blog has become to refine my understanding of what makes this fetish tick. That's it for now though, because my diaper is getting wetter as this article gets longer, and at this point I'm overdue for a change.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Fall 2012

It's been a weird year for my diapered side. In my last post in August 2011, I talked about an ebbing in my desire to be diapered followed by a moment of sudden longing for them. It hasn't been as drastic since then, but the whole diaper thing has definitely fallen on my list of priorities. To a large extent, feel like a lot of the psychological territory which I needed to explore through diapers has been covered, in a large part thanks to the fact that I was able to organize my thoughts on the matter through this blog. My control has been at an all time peak over the past year. I've kept accidents to about one a month, and these have been pretty small leaks that didn't even justify posting about here. Recently though, my control has taken something of a dip.

On September 22, 2012, I wet the bed for the first time since I was 16. I was on a trip, camping at a music festival. I was trying to do some writing while on this vacation, and as excited as I was to be there, I was also under a lot of strain. There had been a lot going on when I left, including issues with our landlord. Whatever the reason, I completely peed my pants. I remember sort of waking up when it was happening, not really sure what was going on, before drifting back to sleep. I woke up later in the night wet and cold, and at first I thought that it was a wet dream, because I had already peed right before bed. It still would have been embarrassing, but it would have made me feel at least slightly more grown up. I got out of the tent to avoid waking my girlfriend and check myself with a flashlight. I was way too wet for it to have just been a nocturnal emission. It surprised me, because every other time I can recall wetting the bed it was a full bladder wetting. This time, I totally could have held it until morning, but for whatever reason I didn't.

I think it has something  to do with stress. Although I do feel like I have a generally weak bladder, I've been noticing that my most recent accidents have coincided with times of unusual emotional extremes. This evening a friend of mine (who has no idea about my wetting or diapered desires) recounted an interesting psychological case that I feel might shed a little light in that direction.

This friend was really into hypnotism for a while, (medical, not stage) and was training to become a professional. During his study, he encountered the story of a case in which a young girl came to a particularly famous hypnotist to solve her severe bedwetting issues.

The girl did not believe she would ever be able to control her body like that. It gave her all kinds of confidence issues, including her ability to do simple tasks like tie her shoes. The hypnotist decided to approach her problem by helping her to master tying her shoes. Once she had done that, he helped her learn a few more skills. Finally, after having conquered a number of the other difficulties in her life, she stopped wetting the bed on her own.

Maybe this whole fetish is just some kind of complex. Maybe my desire is diminishing because I'm working other things out. Maybe my wetting only comes back when I feel like I can't face the other challenges in my life.

On the other hand, I had an incident where I was counting a cash register at work and couldn't leave it to use the bathroom even though I really had to pee. I held it for a long time, but after a little while I started to feel a little leak. Nothing major or visible, just my underwear getting a little damp. I finished the drawer, made it safely to the bathroom, and didn't think too much of it. All weekend though, I've been having little drips. It sucks because my underwear has been pretty much constantly damp and uncomfortable. I doesn't quite justify a diaper, but some of those Depends "Guards For Men" would probably help. Honestly though, incontinence products are so expensive that I feel like it wouldn't be worth it, and as far as fetish stuff goes, the guards have no attraction for me. I feel like the leaks may have something to do with stress at work and difficulty completing personal projects because I am devoting so much time to a job I don't enjoy.

These little leaks will probably disappear on their own, but if they get worse I will probably see a urologist. To be honest, I don't have the desire to be in diapers full time like I used to. It might be liberating to take a vacation from the toilet now and again, but these day I want to be a normal, continent adult. If I ever have kids, I don't want to be hiding my diapers from them. Whatever the reasons may be for my wanting or sometimes needing them, I hope they continue to fade. So much about the politics of sexual identity have come to strike me as excuses. Having lived my whole life with this fetish, I have really come to regard it as something that is not an immutable part of me, but a pattern of behavior I fell into because my life was in some way unsatisfying.

This leads me to a chapter of my hidden fetish life I've never written about before. There was this weird thing in about fourth grade where I developed a smoking fetish for a couple of years. My fantasies were largely focused on the idea of a good girl who secretly started experimenting with cigarettes and became hopelessly addicted to the point where she couldn't hide it any more. The helplessness of addiction was, in my mind, analogous to my helplessness incontinence. I would sometimes fantasize about girls who were completely addicted to cigarettes in addition to being unable to control their bladders. As soon as I hit my early teenage years, the fascination with cigarettes and addiction resolved itself and disappeared. I remember having my fantasy girl quit smoking at the end of one of my fantasies about her, and that was that.

When I was seventeen, my sexuality metamorphosed again. I suddenly developed an intense desire to be forced to wear girls' clothes and have sex with guys. Much to my surprise, this has since gone almost totally away. I still think the idea is pretty hot, and I'm not ashamed to describe myself as open to homosexual experiences, but the desperate desire for it is gone. The furthest I ever went with it was to attend a fetish party in a pair of cute panties from Limited Too with rainbows and hearts on them. I got spanked, and that was it. I still have that underwear sitting at the bottom of my drawer, but I haven't felt the need to wear them since that night.

I think that all of these sexual quirks might have stemmed from unresolved issues regarding humiliation. They probably developed over some early encounter with that feeling. I can't really recall the first time I felt really humiliated, though. Nothing pops out, especially not prior to memories of wanting to wear diapers, which are some of the earliest things I can recall. Maybe it was during my very early potty training, when I was so young that my body wasn't physically capable of living up to my mother's expectations that I would make it to the toilet. Can a child less then two years old feel humiliation? Perhaps in feeling like I'm close to achieving real adulthood, my wetting and fetishistic desires are both going away.

I think that human sexuality is much more mutable than most people give it credit for. Based on my personal experience, I've come to hold the opinion that any person can, at the right moment, fall into any fetish, no matter how strange. It all seems to hinge on the way fetishes tend to fill some void in a person's life, or express something that they feel deep inside but can't quite put into words. Perhaps by putting the strange history of my desires down in writing, I've given outlet to the secret feelings they were expressing.

And yet, here I am wearing a diaper as I write this. The need to go is building, and I'm absolutely going to enjoy using it. I don't feel the need to push myself to give them up, but I feel open to the idea that at some point it might happen by itself. Come to think of it, this is probably what a healthy potty training feels like. An unusual feeling to be having at the age of twenty-six, but at this point I've pretty much stopped caring if I am unusual or not.

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to wet myself.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Summer 2011

As regular readers have no doubt noticed, I haven't been very active in the online diaper community this summer. I thought that once my thesis finished up I would be less busy ... wrong!

In May I landed an internship in a very busy producer's office, which gave me the opportunity to work on the set of three independent features. In many ways, it was awesome-- I feel like I have learned more in the last few months than I did in my entire 4 years of college. In others, it was horrible-- I was sleeping an average of 4 hours a night and working 12 hour days for less than minimum wage. It made the work I did on my thesis seem like nothing, and the work was pretty menial for films I didn't care about.

Then again, the most important thing I learned was probably that I was capable of working that hard. I also put those got grown-up clothes I blogged about while back to good use, and got very comfortable dressing like an adult professional when I was in the office.

I didn't learn to tie that tie, though. No one else wore one, so I would have been overdressed. I like looking sharp, but really I don't want to be the kind of guy who wears a tie every day.

One really nice thing that has happened this summer is that I've reconnected with a long time reader of this blog named Sara. She emailed me back in August 2010 and we were talking about meeting up, but my thesis film got in the way and we lost track of each other. My girlfriend and I met up with her in the middle of the night at the Sugar Cafe, a little 24 hour diner on East Houston Street.

Sara's also an art school grad, so we have a bit more in common than any of the other DLs I've met in person. Despite the fact that her first email to me said that she had been too shy/embarrassed to contact me for nearly a year since she discovered my blog, she's an adventuresome and impressively inquisitive girl with a habit of jumping into strange jobs and activities on craigslist.

She said she thinks she's always had a diaper fetish, but never acknowledged it to herself until she was a senior in college. For her, diapers are a totally sexual thing and she looses interest in them pretty soon after she has an orgasm. I can definitely identify with that feeling. It sucks to be having a great orgasm and come down from it to realize how stupid you must look as an otherwise normal and attractive twenty-something in a wet diaper. All you can do is change yourself out of it and take a good, thorough shower.

In my case, I think I started very close to those lines, but over time the sharpness of that mental U-turn has abated a bit. When I first started wearing diapers again, I would often wait until I felt the need to go to the bathroom and just put one on instead. I would let the feeling build up until I lost control and had a genuine accident. The feeling was so new to me at the time that for a while I would just ignore that sudden loss of interest and change into a fresh diaper right away, knowing that the urge to use one would come back as soon as I needed to go again.

Part of this habit came from the fact that it was difficult at first to let go unless it was an emergency. Sure, I've always been a pantswetter, but I was so used to keeping control as tight as I could until I was sitting on the toilet. As I got better at wetting my pants as soon as I felt the need to go, I learned that I really liked the feeling of just being able to forget about holding it at all. I learned to delay my orgasm so I could enjoy being diapered longer. I think that has something to do with why my interest in diapers fluctuates less than Sara's.

Speaking of fluctuations, there was an odd period in June when I felt pretty much zero desire to wear diapers. Around this time, our apartment was stricken with bedbugs. As those of you in NYC probably know, those baneful little beasts get EVERYWHERE. You have no idea where they are, and you have to treat everything. Disposable diapers would be a prime hiding place for them, and as a result, we would have had to ask the exterminator to treat them. The incredible awkwardness would have been unbearable. We opted to throw them away. I wondered at that time ... was this it for me and diapers? First this extended lack of desire, and now I was throwing the ones I have left away.

Well, I was without them for more than two months after that, experiencing the occasional twinge, but nothing even close to the urge I used to feel. Then two days ago, my friend jokingly brought up Lisa Nowak, the astronaut who drove from Houston, Texas to Orlando, Florida in diapers. It's dumb that this of all things would bring my desires back, but it did. He humorously suggested that he often thought of her when he was doing something and had to stop for a moment to get up to go to the bathroom. We were hanging out in my kitchen all day, talking philosophy over coffee, and after a bit all of us were getting up to pee pretty frequently. This is exactly the kind of situation where I always want to be in diapers, and realizing that I didn't have any made me want them even more.

Later, as we were hanging out and watching the old X-Men animated series from the '90s, (now on Netflix instant!) I suddenly realized that episode 8, “The Unstoppable Juggernaut,” contained one of the most memorable diaper references of my childhood.

Those readers who are DLs (which must be pretty close to everyone) will know what I'm talking about when I say "memorable references." As a kid, I would always take special interest any time someone in a movie or TV series would mention diapers. Even just commercials for diapers would capture my rapt attention. In this particular episode, Juggernaut teases Jubilee about wearing diapers.

Here's a link to the clip.

I can't even say how many Jubilee fantasies that line spurred for little 10 year old me. At that age, I was having daytime wetting accidents more often than any other time in my life, and I had a drawer full of stained X-Men underwear. I was so sure I was going to be put back in diapers any day. The thought that this cool, spunky superhero girl might have the same issue as me was incredibly exciting. If internet access had been available to me at the time, you can bet that I would have been responsible for some truly ridiculous fanfiction. As I write this, I am actually shocked that google image search does not turn up any images of Jubilee in diapers. Come on, Internet. You are seriously slacking ... what the hell happened to “Rule 34?” (On that note, I invite those artists among you to submit your sexiest diapered-Jubilee fan art. I'll put it up and judge the winner. Go!)

Remembering all this was too much for me. The next day, I went out and got a pack of Depends Maximum Protection. I was wearing them when my girlfriend came home with a friend from work in tow.

I am generally pretty calm about wearing in public, but Depends are loud, I wasn't wearing a belt, and I had the pack sitting in plain sight in the bedroom. I dashed to the bedroom and tossed the pack under the bed just as my girlfriend started giving her friend the grand tour. My behavior probably seemed pretty strange, but I got them hidden in time.

Then I had to get the one I was wearing off. I sat talking with them for a bit, then excused myself to the bathroom. The door is right next to the kitchen table where we were all sitting, and I had to turn the water on so the sound would drown out the crinkling as I changed out of the diaper. Luckily, it was still dry, so clean up was not an issue.

I hid it at the bottom of the trash can, under the liner, then flushed and came out like nothing had happened.

A close call, but the crisis was averted.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Wow, so thankful to have diapers today!

So last night in class I started having these monstrous stomach cramps. I thought I could wait to use the bathroom until the end of the movie the teacher was screening, but I had to run to the bathroom a couple of times before it was over to keep from messing myself. Luckily I avoided any public potty-disasters, but it was so urgent that I was checking my underwear each time I got to the toilet to make sure I hadn't had an accident on the way.

I thought I was okay once I got home, but I must have just been emptied out ... because after breakfast this morning it got so bad I had to put on a diaper. I've been messing myself a little every time I pass gas, which is like every few minutes. Definitely not my ideal diaper experience, but it beats being stuck in the bathroom for hours on end and not know when it'll be safe to get off the toilet. There are some times I a extremely glad to have a closet full of diapers, and this is definitely one of them.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Diapers in the News

So it seems like every time I open the "Diapers in the News" forum at DailyDiapers, there is another story about how some crazy fetishist has exposed their diapers to children in public, or fooled some unsuspecting person into changing their diapers by pretending to be disabled, or some other equally horrendous crime. As one of the overwhelming majority of people in the diaper community who are completely sane, here is my response.


An excerpt from her interview: "I knew when I looked out my window and saw a litter of kittens trapped at the top of a burning building, I had to do something. I had just put on a fresh diaper, as I often do while responding to 'thank you' notes from the children at the orphanages I operate.

"Now, I know wearing diapers for fun might seem strange to some people, but I love the feeling of just being able to let go whenever I feel the need. Plus, there are just so many letters, and I would hate to give even one of those dear little waifs any less than the attention they deserve, just because I needed to use the bathroom.

"I am usually very discreet when it comes to diapers. I may be an internationally famous supermodel philanthropist and cancer researcher, but I like to keep a low profile. Not that I feel like it is wrong in any way-- I love myself and know that everyone has little quirks. I've told my significant other and a few close friends, but it would just be embarrassing for everyone to know.

"All thoughts of my own reputation went out the window when I saw those kittens, though. I knew there was no time to waste getting dressed: I just grabbed my grappling hook and did what needed to be done."

A few pics

So today was a snow day. I took the opportunity to clean the house and take a few pics. Since Bambino discontinued their small size, I've been using Depends Maximum Protection for the first time in a long time. They're pretty decent for wearing around the house as long as I'm careful about leaks, but I still don't trust them enough to wear when I'm out and about. They'll hold about one good wetting, and a little more if you don't flood them all at once, but I can't imagine relying on them for 24/7 wear. You'd have to change every hour or so!

One thing I do kind of like about them though is how obvious it is when you're wet or messy. Besides the indicator disappearing, the plastic backing is pretty much transparent and lets everybody know what you've done in your diaper. Anyhow, here they are. Enjoy!





Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Bambino discontinues small size diapers


You are looking at a picture of what is possibly the last small size Bambino diaper in existence. I went to their website yesterday and found that they were out of stock, and when I sent them an email asking when the small size would be back in, this is the email I got:

Thank you for your e-mail. Due to the lack of demand we are no longer manufacturing our size small diaper, we are however working hard to find an alternative for our customers. We have found a product the Molicare Super Plus that we feel best meets our standard for a superior diaper. This product runs a little smaller than our other diapers so please try a sample first. Please see details regarding sizing on our website.
Thank you,
*Bambino Customer Service*

The next smallest size is their medium, which will fit a 32-44 inch waist. It's depressing to think their are enough overweight people out there to justify making an extra large size, but not enough of us skinny DLs to make us a viable market. If you're reading this somewhere out there any you're as dismayed as I am about this, I suggest you send an email to bambinodiapers@gmail.com requesting that they bring back their small size. Then buy a damn case of them-- because without the support of the diaper community, who knows ... they might go under entirely.

Update:

So I did a little research, and it seems that the small size diapers were being phased out as early as June 2010. The following posts are from Bambino forum at DailyDiapers:
28 June 2010 - 10:13 AM
I just noticed Small Classicos are no longer available on the website! Sad Panda! Not all ABDLs are fatasses!

04 October 2010 - 10:02 PM

Hm. Well I E-mailed Bambino and they basically told me that they have no intention whatsoever of making small classicos or teddys again. Lame.
I'm honestly quite a bit put-out by this. It's basically Bambino saying that those of us who are smaller are, frankly, not worth the attention. This is a big mark against them in my eyes and I shall have to consider wearing another product in the future.

08 October 2010 - 01:02 AM
I wouldn't mind paying more if it meant having the variety in small.
There is also an update to this little Saga, however. Bambino sent me a further E-mail, despite saying that they have no intention of having Teddies or Classicos in small, saying they intend to have OTHER new products in small. While I am not holding my breath (of course, history tends to repeat), I am interested.
I still like the company, again, and they still make GREAT products. It just happens that I don't like being ignored.

15 November 2010 - 12:15 AM
Since they just stopped offering Small Biancos too, it seems that those of us who are smaller will just have to go somewhere else. I'm glad the medium/large/xl folks have something great for them still but now there's literally no Bambino product for us Small folks.
So there you have it. I got mine at the end of August, so they were probably among the last of them. Maybe if business picks up for them they will start offering the small size again ... but I wouldn't get my hopes up.