Review off the custom made Pikachu plastic pants from snaps4u

Here is the review off the custom made Pikachu plastic pants that i receive this week from snaps4u.

Quality

The quality of the pants seems to be weary good when i first examines my new plastic pants. The plastic is weary soft against the skin and when I feel the plastic between my fingers when i investigate the plastic it really feels like a good premium product to wear over the diaper.

Comfort

The comfort is weary good on this pants. It really make you feel good to wear and it even make you feel more off the baby you are deep inside. And it even increase the feeling of the diaper that you are wearing inside of the pants to feel closer to your private parts and the butt which feels very cozy and secure so you can have a good night sleep or a good day.

Service

The service and the support i have get from the snaps4u is weary good. They are weary helpful when it comes to get the right size and they respond to you question quickly. They are nice and friendly to talk to and they help you in any way they can so you get the product that you wont to have in the way you wont it.

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I hope the photos turn out good and that you get a good view off the plastic pants.

Other Information

I have looking for a long time to find a adult baby store that could fix me this plastic pants whit Pikachu print on and it really fells great to finely have it and wear it. It feels really awesome. Many thanks to snaps4u that could fix this for me.

You can visit snaps4u website if you wont to order some custom made cloths they are weary helpful.

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For the nice and good support and quality in there product i think they have earn this recommendation from me.

My ABDL Life recommend snaps4u for your custom made adult baby products.

Package from incont.org and babykins.com

Today i received two package that i have been waiting for some time special the ones that include the Genuine Toddler Trainers from incont.org. When i talk to them and ask about where my pants where they relics that they had forgot to send me the pants. I know this can happen when it comes to pre-orders. Special if they received allot of order. But that imported thing is that i have the pants now and it should be nice to try them out and she how they fit and how comfy they are to.

The other packages come from babykins.com and it was two per of new plastic pants one KINS Animals on Blue Plastic Pant and the other one is KINS Vinyl Pants Lowriders like every time when you order something new you always hope you pick the right size if you dont know for sure. That is what i am hopping for that i did.

Here below is a photo off the three things i receive in the mail today.

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Pink Kitty Cat Print PVC Plastic Pants

Pink Kitty Cat Print PVC Plastic Pants
Pink Sissy Kitty Cat Print PVC Plastic And Cotton Pull Up Pants For Adults ABDL Diaper Lovers And Adult Baby PVC Pants – Cuddlz.com

Pink Kitty Cat Print Adult Plastic & Cotton Pants – Cotton Outer – PVC Inner

  • Crinkly Plastic PVC Inner
  • 100% Brushed Cotton Outer Layer – Really Soft
  • Washable
  • Snug Fitting Comfortable Elasticated Legs and Waist
  • Double Stitched
  • Ideal Over Cuddlz Nappies / Diapers
  • Cold/Warm Handwash and Hang To Dry

These are brand new fantastic real baby plastic pants for adults.

Sizes Available
Small Waist 24-32 Inches (61cm to 81cm)
Medium Waist 28-34 Inches (71cm to 86cm)
Large Waist 32-40 Inches (81cm to 101cm)
Extra Large 40-46 Inches (101cm to 117cm)
(We have no XXL yet in these – But we do still have some in the other Pink Kitty Style)

This is some new plastic pants from Cuddlz.com and you can find the product here. If this plastic pants is something that you wont to order. This can be something to have over your diaper special if you like Hello kitty.

DL – How it began for me By Les Lea

I suppose this is a sort of confession.
I suppose it’s something I feel a little bit guilty about… although I’m not sure why.
It’s something I like to do, because it makes me feel good and… I suppose… makes me feel sexy… even though, to most people, that’s the last thing it would do.
OK. OK. I’m just going to say it out loud and then … well… it’s out there and you can mock or call me names as much as you like. Hell, over the years and in my confusion I’ve called myself all kinds of things but… it doesn’t stop me doing it. Yes, alright… I’ll stop putting it off and just tell you. But don’t judge me. Well, I suppose you will but… I feel that… well… this is the place I should be able to talk about this… without too much… too many… well, problems. I mean, we all have our little secrets don’t we? I’m sure some are worse than mine. I bet some are really weird… yer… weird… but I promise I wont judge you. So, be kind. I really need to get this off my chest even though I don’t know why and after all… isn’t the motto of this group… this forum… “If it feels good, do it”? A bit like the sportswear brand Nike “Just do it”. OK. OK. Sorry, sorry… OK… I’m just waffling now. Here goes. I like to wear… erm… I find it comforting to wear… under my jeans, or suit, or in bed… a pair of… don’t be shocked… erm… a diaper and a pair of plastic pants.

Perhaps some of you want to know where my love of these items comes from? I’m sure everyone has their own starting point for this type of thing. The moment when they realised that… ‘POW’… that precise moment in time was when it all started. I have a mate who can tell you the moment, and the occasion, that he became obsessed with men. As a kid he was watching a Tarzan programme on TV and he realised he was jealous of the boy Tarzan was looking after. Tarzan; all muscles and all but naked body in a loincloth, and the boy was dressed much the same… he desperately wanted to be that boy. Since that TV programme he’s been obsessed about finding his own Tarzan character; big, strong, in charge but it gets more and more difficult as you get older. Like me he’s now middle-aged and, playing a little defenceless boy in need of protection, is getting more and more difficult. Not that that is how I see myself. No. I don’t see myself as a little lad. Hell NO, what are you thinking? Although I can tell you when this obsession started and it was down to a little boy… my younger brother.

As kids we shared the same bed. Well, when he was old enough to sleep away from my parents he ended up sharing my bed. He was 3 at the time and I was 7. As a grown-up 7 year-old I didn’t really want to be sharing my bed with anyone, least of all my little brother who I wasn’t convinced was toilet trained. In fact he was very slow in getting to use the potty and mum kept him in training pants during the day, and at night she’d slip a pair of plastic pants over them for added protection. One night, when he was 4 years old, mum had said that he didn’t need the training pants anymore as he’d had dry nights for several months. Like me he slept in just his pajamas and yes, that night, he wet the bed.  Now, I was sleeping next to him and to be suddenly awakened by a wet patch took me by surprise and disgust and I literally kicked the little bugger out of the bed. He landed on the floor with a crash and banged his head on the bedside table, which caused a cut and he started crying.  I panicked as mum and dad came to my room to see what the commotion was all about. Mum picked up my little brother and stared daggers at me for hurting her little baby, while dad grabbed my arm and pulled me from the damp bed. I tried to explain that he’d wet the bed and I hadn’t meant to hurt him but my dad did something he’d never done before. He put me over his knee and gave me a spanking. Never in all my 8 years had my dad said so much as a harsh word to me let alone raised his hand, but over his knee he gave me such a hard hand spanking that my little cotton pajamas offered no protection and my bottom felt every fierce smack. By the end I was weeping more than my little brother, my bottom hurt and stung but my father told me to stand in the corner of the room with my hands on my head… I couldn’t even rub the pain away. As I stood there crying, and in shock, dad flipped the mattress and changed the bedding. He seemed to take ages and all I could do was sob in the corner with a stinging red bum and regretting ever having a pissy little brother.

When he’d finished he called me over to him. He was sat on the bed and I feared I was in for another spanking but I wasn’t. He pulled me into his warm manly chest and gave me a cuddle. He kissed my head and held me in a comforting way until my sobbing had quietened down then he spoke to me in his usual, soft and mild tones about… responsibility. He told me about my responsibility to my brother… that when he or my mum were not around, I was in charge and I should be looking out for him; making sure he didn’t hurt himself or get into any trouble. He explained how he and my mum were relying on me to be a good brother, a thoughtful brother, a protecting brother… and all in all… I was made to feel I had let them down, but more importantly, I’d let myself down by this one act of nastiness. Dad hugged me and put me back into bed with a kiss and I slept on my front as my bum still smarted from the spanking. My little brother spent the night with mum and dad and, after thinking about my situation and what dad had said, I eventually managed to get some sleep.

The following day David, my little brother, had quite a bruise on his forehead together with a small scratch. I really did feel guilty so apologised to him before I went off to school though didn’t know what to expect when I got home. Sleeping arrangements were the same, I went to bed and David was there only this time he was back in his plastic pants. I cuddled him that night, I wanted him to know that I was his older brother who would protect him and not harm him, and he scooted up to lie against my chest as I wrapped my arms around him.  That was the moment… the ‘POW’ moment I was telling you about. The moment when I fell for a sensation and my life changed just quite a bit.

My pajamas were very thin and so were David’s and I could feel the thickness of the diaper and plastic pants through the material. As he snuggled up closer the back of his pajamas came down and mine had also ridden up a bit so, some of my hip came into contact with his plastic pants. I liked the feeling. As he slept I pulled down his pajama bottoms and had him sleep tightly up against me and I just loved his hot little body and his shiny plastic pants rubbing up against my naked skin. I’m sure he had no idea what was going on, and in all truth, neither did I, but I do know that we slept that way for many months. I often wondered if he wondered why he always woke up with his pajama bottoms around his ankles but nothing was ever said. We tried on several occasions to let David sleep without the protection and he’d go a couple of days dry before he’d have another accident and mum would put him back into the protective padding. This frustrated little David a lot and visits to the Doctor and several help-features later, we still couldn’t stop him from his involuntary pissing. He seemed to stay dry when he was in all his protection but as soon as we let him out of it, he peed the bed. He was getting one angry little chap. He hated being like he was and, because he was still in his trainer pants, I think he was getting a ribbing from his friends at pre-school. Even at that age kids can be so cruel but he’d refused to wear those trainer or plastic pants to bed and started to wet even more regularly. No one at his school wore them, he argued in his boyish petulance, so why should he? He was determined that he wasn’t going to wear those ‘baby’ pants any more. We sympathised but every morning we’d both wake up to a sodden bed.

The rubber sheet we both now slept on helped a bit but he still flowed almost every night. Mum would be very forceful with him and dress him for bed, making sure his night time diaper and plastic pants were in place but as soon as she left the bedroom he’d angrily remove them and chuck them in the corner. When I came to bed a little later I’d see them and, thinking about what dad had said about being responsible and David’s protector, would pick them up and try to put them back on his sleeping little body. However, one night, instead of re-dressing David, I struggled to get into them myself. They were very tight and clung to me like another skin. It was incredible… I loved the feel. I loved the way they made me… I suppose… excited… as I’d gently stroke the soft malleable material against my body. I didn’t realise it was sexual – all I knew was that I liked the feeling it gave me. This was even better than rubbing up against my little brother and I had no idea why it had taken me so long to undertake this most obvious of steps.

The following morning we woke to another wet bed, I had forgotten the fact that I was wearing David’s plastic pants and so when mum came in, she saw me in them. At first she looked a bit surprised and then just nodded to me. At breakfast I was worried about what mum would say to dad but I was amazed. Mum said that I had hit upon a fantastic idea. She had read that a sibling, which I gathered was me, might set a better example than anyone else if I did the same as my brother. At the time I didn’t quite get what she meant but I was just so happy that she had not said anything embarrassing to dad and that I was being held up for some praise. That night, when mum took David up to bed, she asked me to go with her. I was watching TV but with a smile and an encouraging nod from dad, I made my way upstairs. David was once again riling against putting on his night time padded protection but mum asked him – what if I wore the same as him, would he then wear them? She told him that he was not a little boy, and that we all knew it wasn’t his fault. I was shocked… somewhere in all this I suddenly realised what I was being asked to do. Even as an 8 year-old I thought, what I did in the privacy of my own bed and liked, was not necessarily what I wanted to be taken as the natural course of things. After all, I was a lot older than David, I was grown up for heaven’s sake. I hadn’t worn a diaper since I was 2. I was just about to voice these concerns when she told David that it was all my idea and that both she and my dad were proud that I loved my little brother so much I was prepared to do this for him. She said that I was the best brother in the world and David should know just how much his older brother was trying to help him with his slight problem. She produced a new, slightly larger diaper like David’s and a pair of plastic pants and asked me to put them on. So, caught off guard by this turn of events and knowing I had no way out of it, I stripped off in front of mum and David and let her fasten me into them and the new, slightly larger and more rubbery pair of plastic pants, before pulling my pajamas over it all. I felt huge… if well protected. Seeing me like this David didn’t even try and baulk, he let my mum dress him the same and with no more fuss kissed him a more relaxed goodnight. I was on my way back downstairs to watch TV and … well I don’t know what… possibly to try and talk myself out of the situation… when David called me back and asked me to come to bed with him there and then. I was about to argue but mum said what a good idea it was and I knew I was beaten. Even dad came into the room and kissed us both goodnight, he gave me a huge hug and said “Thanks” and at that moment I knew things would never be the same. I went through this nightly ritual for as long as I shared a bed with David, a further two years. Some times he’d go forever without getting wet as long as he had his protection on. When we tried to take him out of them he inevitably wet the bed. However, I had grown used to my nocturnal mode of dress and told mum I didn’t mind sleeping that way if it helped. I was happy and I suppose enjoying my first ‘fetish’, although at the time I had no idea that such a word existed but I suppose, even at that age, I knew it was nothing to shout about as I hadn’t told anyone how much I liked wearing all that stuff.

Eventually, dad got a new job and we moved. In the new house we all had a room each and in many ways I was sad to lose the comfort of my younger brother sleeping next to me, though at the time I think I was really made up about having so much space to myself. The strange thing was… David stopped wetting himself. Now he had his own room he just grew in confidence and his wetting stopped. Not gradually, but overnight… he pulled off his protection on that first night in his new single bed and never put them back on. Things changed for me as well. I had more privacy but mum, had stopped buying plastic pants and stuff to fit me, because she was able to stop buying those things altogether. However, I kept my diapers and plastic pants and occasionally I would just pull on those very tight fitting stretched slippery pants and wear them in bed.

When I got my first wage packet I went out to the drugstore and quite openly bought a couple of new pairs of plastic pants and adult diapers and have been doing so ever since. I still live at home with mum and dad and my brother and it’s great, I have as much freedom as I need. I’m not sure if mum knows what I do. I don’t leave ‘evidence’ around the house but I did once notice that the draw I kept them in had been opened. I assumed it was mum putting away my ironed clothes but I never asked and she never said if this was the case. So, everything is fine. I wear these for comfort, for memories and, well, because I like to. My job doesn’t pay a fortune so I’m not able to wear them 24/7 but at night, when I’m feeling that way out, there is simply nothing better than getting well-padded, slip on some soft plastic pants and drift off to the most amazingly comfortable sleep you will ever have. I always wake up happy and relaxed, even if I happen to have wet myself in the night. I adore my thick protection. I enjoy the sensation of my plastic pants. I love my life.

This story is written by Les Lea les_lea@hotmail.com

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