Coo Chi Coo Vol 2 Issue 6 - 2014

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November/December 2014
Volume 2 - Issue 6
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In this months edition
Coo Chi Coo Magazine
Page 3 - Advertisement
Page 4/5 - Helpful
Page 6 - Welcome
Page 7/10 - An Almost True Story
Page 11 - How It Started
Page 12 - History Of Diapers
Page 13 - My Little Girl Heart
Page 14/18 - Diaperman Comic EP 4
Page 19 - Adult Baby Club London
Page 20/21 - Best Day At Beach
Page 22 - The Intenders Comic
Page 23 - Vangoo Photo
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An Almost True Story by Diaper Dal
It was 7:30 am when I awoke. My first reaction was of disbelief as I
discovered that during the night I had wet my bed. This had not happened
to me in over 5 years, for I was now 15 years old.
I have two younger brothers, Jason age 6, and Kyle age 8. It isn't
uncommon for them to wet their beds, but for me this was totally
humiliating. My brothers admire me and look up to me as I am the man of
the family since my father and mother are divorced. My father lives
several states away, and the only opportunity for us to get together is
during the summer for one month.
The discomfort was beginning to set in on me as I arose and went in to
shower. My mother was already up and preparing breakfast when she
heard my shower going. She went to look in on her boys as they were still
asleep, but stirring. She departed and entered my room. It must have
been a small shock for her to see the large wet spot on my bed. She left
my room and returned to the kitchen, feeling that I should be the one to
explain the situation, and she would offer support and guidance.
When she heard the water stop running, she knew it would take a few
moments for me to finish, so she continued preparing the morning meal.
She probably was curious as to why I had wet the bed and wondering
about what she might say to me.
A short time later I entered the kitchen feeling refreshed and smelling very
clean. She hugged me and kissed my cheek as always, but my facial
expression must have given me away, as she kept holding me a little
longer and began to inform that she knew about my wetting the bed. My
face turned red with embarrassment and shame, but she told me that
everything was going to be all right and for me not to worry.
I began to feel more comfortable.
I heard my brothers in the other room. They are typical boys and roughhousing is a part of their nature. What I didn't realize was that they were
in my room and they now knew of my dilemma.
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An Almost True Story by Diaper Dal
My brothers were called for breakfast, and they promptly appeared in the
doorway of the kitchen. Both of them were wearing pee soaked pajamas
and were stretching and yawning.
The two of them began a small shoving match as they both tried to enter
through the door at the same time. This was followed by verbal bickering
as boys normally do. Their mother was in no mood to tolerate this so she
demanded that they stop, but it only fueled the fire. That was when I
spoke up in a very stern voice and told them to stop acting like little
babies.
This must have been what the two boys were waiting for, because they
told my mom that I was no different than them since I had wet my bed last
night. This infuriated me, and I leaped up and slapped both of them on the
back of their head. A small war had been started and the verbal assault
was now under way. Jason and Kyle were ganging up on me and calling
me a baby bedwetter as well as other infantile names.
Mother stepped in and put her foot down by informing the two little ones
that their pee soaked pajamas were stinking up the house and that we
had all wet our beds, including me.
At that instant a pin could be heard hitting the floor. The war was over,
mother had won. She had threatened the boys before, but not with
humiliation and it seemed to be working. At least for the moment.
Breakfast went on without any further incidents, and the boys ate their
breakfast in peace. Jason and Kyle finished first and asked to be
excused. Mom agreed and told them to clean themselves up and gather
their wet clothes to be washed. They promptly stacked their dishes in the
sink and left the room.
I was still angry, but ate my breakfast in silence. Somehow the thought of
my mother embarrassing me did not set well on my mind. I knew deep
down that she would keep her threat, so I chilled out. What I didn't know
was that my brothers were in my room and about to get even with me for
slapping them.
Jason and Kyle removed the wet sheet from my bed and opened up the
window and hung it outside and re-closed it. They pulled up the covers to
hide the rest of the bed and quickly departed. Once in their room they
closed the door and laughed giving each other high fives as if in triumph
over an enemy.
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An Almost True Story by Diaper Dal
As was the custom in our house, I helped my mother with the dishes and
soon we were once again talking casually. Just then the two boys entered
the kitchen, giggling as they passed me on their way to the laundry room.
Mom told them to clean up their room and put fresh sheets on the beds.
They starred at me and pointed and giggled as they departed, which gave
me a very uneasy feeling.
I dried my hands and informed my mother that I was going to take care of
my room and wet bedclothes. She praised me for being a man about the
incident, and thanked me for helping get through the situation.
I departed and entered the bathroom after gathering up my wet clothes,
and returned to my room to remove the sheets as well. When I pulled
back the covers I noticed that the sheet had been removed. Instantly I
knew that my brothers had done something with them.
I bolted out of the door and barged into their room demanding to know
what they had done with my sheet. They both fell about the room laughing
and holding their sides and pointing at me. Kyle told me to look out my
window, and they both fell to the floor laughing even harder. I darted out
and discovered what they had done.
The rage inside me grew immensely as I flung open the window and
pulled the sheet inside. I threw it on the pile and
raced back into the boy's room. I grabbed Kyle about the neck and flung
him across the room where he landed in the closet upside down. I then
reached for Jason, but he was on the floor trying desperately to hide
under the bed.
The noise of bodies slamming about, and the screaming that
accompanied it, drew our mother's full attention. She quickly ran into the
room and began to break up the full scale war that was now raging on.
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An Almost True Story by Diaper Dal
She lectured us on the wrong things that each one of us had done and
told us that we were all now grounded and that a more suitable
punishment was about to take place. Jason was ordered to bring her a
piece of my construction paper and a magic marker. My mother gathered
up my old diaper pins and set them on the coffee table. When Jason
returned, she wrote each of our names on a separate piece of paper and
told us to go and get our sheets and bring them to her.
Once all the sheets were obtained she pinned each piece of paper with
our name to each sheet. Then one by one we were ordered to go and
hang them on the clothes line in the back yard. Our mother informed us
that if we continued to act like little babies that she would start to treat us
like BABIES!!!
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How It Started (Letter)
This is part of how I returned to the diaper world, and I hope some others
can relate to it.Shortly after I started first grade I fell from a slide and
broke my back. I spent nearly a year in a body cast. Of course, during this
time I was diapered and rubber pantied. Even after I was taken out of the
cast, I was still kept in diapers. It was better than three years before I
could walk again, but staying dry was another subject. From the time I
was six until I was fourteen, I wore diapers and rubber pants 24 hours a
day. I finally managed to stay dry through the day by the time I was in
high school, but I still required diapers and rubber pants at night.
My parents didn't like the fact that I needed diapers as I got older and
never failed to humiliate me by changing me in front of family friends and
sometimes in public. They thought if they did this I would stop wetting my
pants. The lady who babysat with me while my parents worked was totally
different. She seemed to like taking care of me and encouraged me to be
myself and not worry about having to wear diapers. Even though my
parents made me feel bad about my diapers, I began to love the security
and comfort I felt when the baby sitter changed me.
When I met my wife I told her of my past need for and my liking rubber
pants. I didn't tell her about my years in diapers because I was afraid I
would scare her off. We purchased several pair of rubber pants from
Slimwear and she seemed to like it when I wore them. Soon after that she
also started wearing rubber pants too, and it wasn't long before she
started to dress me in diapers as well as rubber pants. The rest is history.
We both now wear diapers and rubber or plastic pants. My wife has even
worn them to work. We love to play baby girl scenes and often go
shopping or to the movies while diapered. Well, that's it. I hope a few
others find this of interest. My wife and I look forward to meeting other
folks who share our love of the baby world. Don,Mail
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History Of Diapers (Letter)
I am no authority on diapers through the ages, but I am a good
researcher. My information on diapering in the past only goes back to
about the mid 1800's, and much of this is taken from medical books of the
time and the very popular Sears Catalog.
As we all know, disposable diapers weren't around until the late 1960's or
early 70's. Before that everyone used cloth. Safety pins or diaper pins
were not invented until after the turn of the century, so how were diapers
held on? The answer is, diapers were either tied in place or held in place
by a button on the diaper itself. Safety pins eliminated the need for these
buttons, but as for the diapers themselves, they were thick, absorbent
squares of cotton gauze, muslin or linen.
So now we know what they used as diapers, but what went over them?
The first mention I've seen of rubber pants, or a "rubber diaper" as it was
called, was in the 1886 Sears Catalog. These were made of cloth, either
cotton gauze, muslin of silk that was impregnated with latex. They were
quite simple and buttoned on, but only the most expensive ones had
elastic at the waist and legs. For their day they were also expensive costing between 69 and 79 cents.
With that price and the fact that most people did not make more than a
dollar a week, what was the common man's approach? Well, they called
them soakers. These were a pair of baby pants, knitted out of wool yarn in
a fairly tight weave. They were pulled up over the diaper, much like our
plastic pants. I am told by my Grandmother that they protected as well as
cloth or rubber pants and were normally knit by the mother. I have found
that they are still made and can be ordered today in baby sizes only from
the Natural Baby Catalog. I am also told by one of my friends in the
Society for Creative Anachronism who has spent her life studying
costuming in the middle ages, that soakers were used then as well.
From what I've be able to gather from my medical texts, children were
trained as young as three months to at least have their daily bowel
movement at a scheduled time. This was done by inserting a soak stick
just after the morning bath. Well, there you have it, a short history of
diapering from as far back as I've been able to find. Diapered from
necessity and a baby for fun, Jay E. Schoenhaar,
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My Little Girl Heart Letter)
Deep inside my heart, in my soul, I am a little girl, about six to twelve. I
always wet my panties and am diapered. My actual body is male, 33, and
well, kinda big.
Since the age of twelve I have collected pictures of little girls in panties
and diapers. All of these were taken from catalogs, books, and a few snap
shots I took while at the park and such. I also have a large collections of
videos of diaper ads and Romper Rooms. In no way do I, or have I ever
condoned, sexually explicit pictures of children. Being an survivor of
abuse, I know how painful it is to have your innocence robbed.
Why do I have these pictures? Well, for the simple reason that they help
me "see" who I truly wish I could be - an innocent little girl. I see myself
romping about in diapers and panties waiting for mommy or daddy to
change me and love me. I thrill at the faces, smiles and joy that these
pictures express. They help me tap into that boundless energy called
childhood - pure and simple. There are times when I even cry for the
childhood that I lost.
I have devoted my life caring for my little girl heart. Part of that care is
spiritual. I feel other babies do the same when, in friendship and care,
they share such things.
We all should be responsible adults and never involve a real child in our
games. Children have enough problems these days and don't need the
added weight of an adult expression placed on their little shoulders. But
there is a great difference between a feeling and a behavior.
I don't feel the things that I've shared with my friends have not hurt
anyone. I would hope that our main goal in this lifestyle is not to judge
each other but to nurture each other to build an understanding in
ourselves and those like us.
As for the public, that's a whole different load of diapers itself. The truth is
the public already has many things screwed up about life itself, so why
make a big effort to deal with them. We have to make it clear that
everything we do is to nurture, heal, and care for the child inside us.
Each of us has a right to feel what they wish, but most of all to care for the
little child in each of us. In Friendship and Little Girl Love, Jennifer Alicia
Dodgson
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Diaperman Comic
Episode 4
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Diaperman Comic
Episode 4
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Diaperman Comic
Episode 4
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Diaperman Comic
Episode 4
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Diaperman Comic
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Episode 5 Coming Soon
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Saturday 20th December 2014
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Information Details
Night runs from 19:00 to 23:59.
Membership fee is £25 and a £10 admission fee is charged on the door.
You must be be over 18 to attend
We have no dress code and are pretty easy going.
ABC Club London :
Central Station is 37 Wharfdale Road, London, N1 9SE.
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Best Day At The Beach (True Story)
Decided to go to the beach. It was crowded with people of all ages, but I
found a shady spot and sat down. I decided to wait until some people left
the beach before going into the water. I had drank most of my soda before
the beach started thinning out, and my diaper was over flowing with pee.
It had leaked and had soaked through to my shorts making it very
noticeable. Even my blue diaper was showing through my shorts real well.
This was when a young lady about 20 or so walked up and suggested
that I go and take care of my problem before it got any worse. I acted like
I didn't know what she was talking about. She said she could plainly see
that I was wearing a diaper that needed to be changed, and asked me if I
needed any help. I told her, no, I did not need any help. Then I excused
myself and went to my car to get a dry diaper and a pair of shorts. I went
into the bathroom and changed into a clean diaper and dry shorts, and
then went back to where I was sitting.
A little while later this lady came back again and started to ask me why I
was wearing a diaper at the beach and wanted to know the reason I was
wearing one to begin with. I thought about telling her the same thing I tell
everyone who knows about my diapers, but this time I decided to tell the
truth. I said the reason I was wearing a diaper was because I like wearing
them and enjoy the very nice sense of security I get when wearing them.
By this time the beach had thinned out so much that there weren't many
people left. I also did not know at the time that this girl had told two of her
friends about me wearing a diaper. She asked me why I was not in the
water, and I made up some lie about not knowing how to swim. She told
me not to worry - that she was a life guard (probably a lie also).
So I took off my shirt and went into the water, and that was when I met
her two friends. After about 15 minutes of wading around in the water,
these two other girls came up to me; one stood in back and the other in
front. The one behind me grabbed my shorts and pulled them down
around my ankles. When I bent over to pull them back up over my diaper,
the other one pushed me backwards, grabbed my shorts and took off with
them. There I was standing knee deep in the water wearing only a
soaking wet diaper. When I looked around to find the girl with my shorts, I
saw them all standing on the beach waving my shorts at me. I asked one
of them to please give me back my shorts, and one of them asked why.
Then the other girl said that if I wanted my shorts I would have to come
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Best Day At The Beach (True Story)
Here I was, walking out of the water and onto the beach with my diaper
was hanging very low between my legs, all swollen from all the water it
had soaked up. I went over to the girls were and asked again for my
shorts. One of the girls said, "Don't you think you should go and change
first." The first girl uncovered one of my diapers she had gotten out of my
car and said I would have to let her change me or I would not get my
shorts back. So she took me into the lady's room, spread out her beach
towel on the floor and told me to lie down on it, which I did.
When she undid my wet diapers she also got a surprise, for I had been
using hair remover in my diaper area. When she saw that I had no pubic
hair, she looked shocked. Then she said, "Yep, just a big old baby". She
powdered my behind and my front with way too much powder which flew
all over the place when she pulled the diaper into place. After she finished
diapering me she took my hand and led me back down to the beach
wearing only my diaper. For the next hour I sat in the sand wearing only
my diaper and answered all of their questions about what I enjoyed about
wearing diapers, and if I ever messed them and all kinds of other
questions. When I told them I had to go use the bathroom to go pee, they
said, "Use your diaper, after all that is why you're wearing one." I think
they were all surprised when I did. After that they gave me back my shorts
and said it was time for them to go home. As they were leaving one of
them said, "Hope to see you again", but I doubt if she meant it. It would
be nice, though. Sincerely in wet diapers, Lonny
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The InTenders (Comic)
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