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Shiny Plastic Baby Panties, Then The Feel

It was the sight of them first. They were plastic baby panties, hanging on washing lines. Shining in the sun, blown in the breeze so they filled up and the legs puffed out. They were so shiny. It was hypnotic. Like looking at shiny water on a pond or river - after a while you're fixated. I was pubescent. Why did this sight appeal to me? I didn't think anything about them being *baby* panties. Yes, I knew they were. But that just added to the thrill. Something forbidden. At my age, I *shouldn't* be interested in such things. So that made them even more alluring. It wasn't long before I snuck out one evening and borrowed a pair. I had been looking for days. So I was able to choose the ones that "called to me" the most. Semi-transparent, very shiny. I remember arriving back in my bedroom, breathless and excited. I couldn't get my clothes off quick enough. And the moment I stepped into the new panties and drew them up my legs... wow! And when the soft shiny plastic came up and touched my genitals... Guess what sprung into life!? 

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@wetting4u - many thanks for the poem!<br />
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@plasticguy2 - I got "into" plastic baby panties around 11/puberty. Looking back I can "guess" that I was getting very sexual and also deadly scared of what to do about it. I liked lots of girls, but was very shy. I think I may have chosen plastic baby panties as a way to avoid coming onto girls. Like you, the moment I pulled up my first pair I was hooked - big time! Such a feeling, such an arousal. At first it was all about the feel of them. I didn't really "think" about the fact that they were baby panties. But it wasn't long before I began to connect the dots... It is also true that I was very shy and though I didn't know it or what it meant at the time, very submissive and passive. I began to be attracted to girls who "knew what they want", were demanding and bossy.<br />
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So I think the answer to "why" is always going to be a combination of things in us. Like a part of me knew I didn't have the courage to "get a girl" like the other boys. I withdrew. But if a girl came and told me what to do, well I was in heaven. It wasn't long before I connected the two - a girl or woman (even more scary) to put me in my plastic baby panties. And it wasn't long before I found her! Strange how life works, but I did. Unfortunately, she wasn't really into it all as much as me, but she did take an interest and put me in them. And she spanked me too! Wow, was I lucky. Or not, as it turned out. My wife began having affairs. Bear in mind that she too has her own wants quite apart from mine - and one could say "issues" too. Whilst my issues are in plain sight - plastic baby panties, being spanked and disciplined and told what to do, serving her - her's were less obvious. In the end (we divorced a decade ago) we were both like children trying to find our way. She wasn't really mature enough to handle herself let alone me and my "fetish", as she liked to cal it. That attitude of hers did really lead to her humiliating me. A shrink we went to once said it - she's doing this (affairs) to humiliate you, she's very angry at you. But it also came out in verbal humiliation - which excited me greatly. I remember having rows with her - really awful ones - and going to the bedroom and putting on my pearly plastic panties and a t-shirt and coming downstairs and presenting myself to her. Most times she appreciated it - that I had caved and was willing to let her have her way. She would often ridicule me "what a silly little boy - look at you!" And I wanted her to spank me and "make things right".<br />
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I've shared all this - hope you don't mind - because I read so many friends on here whose wives don't join in. I am curious how that relationship works and what the wives make of it, what they get out of it, and what they need themselves. If you can shed any light on this I'd be very pleased.

@wetting4u - many thanks for the poem!<br />
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@plasticguy2 - I got "into" plastic baby panties around 11/puberty. Looking back I can "guess" that I was getting very sexual and also deadly scared of what to do about it. I liked lots of girls, but was very shy. I think I may have chosen plastic baby panties as a way to avoid coming onto girls. Like you, the moment I pulled up my first pair I was hooked - big time! Such a feeling, such an arousal. At first it was all about the feel of them. I didn't really "think" about the fact that they were baby panties. But it wasn't long before I began to connect the dots... It is also true that I was very shy and though I didn't know it or what it meant at the time, very submissive and passive. I began to be attracted to girls who "knew what they want", were demanding and bossy.<br />
<br />
So I think the answer to "why" is always going to be a combination of things in us. Like a part of me knew I didn't have the courage to "get a girl" like the other boys. I withdrew. But if a girl came and told me what to do, well I was in heaven. It wasn't long before I connected the two - a girl or woman (even more scary) to put me in my plastic baby panties. And it wasn't long before I found her! Strange how life works, but I did. Unfortunately, she wasn't really into it all as much as me, but she did take an interest and put me in them. And she spanked me too! Wow, was I lucky. Or not, as it turned out. My wife began having affairs. Bear in mind that she too has her own wants quite apart from mine - and one could say "issues" too. Whilst my issues are in plain sight - plastic baby panties, being spanked and disciplined and told what to do, serving her - her's were less obvious. In the end (we divorced a decade ago) we were both like children trying to find our way. She wasn't really mature enough to handle herself let alone me and my "fetish", as she liked to cal it. That attitude of hers did really lead to her humiliating me. A shrink we went to once said it - she's doing this (affairs) to humiliate you, she's very angry at you. But it also came out in verbal humiliation - which excited me greatly. I remember having rows with her - really awful ones - and going to the bedroom and putting on my pearly plastic panties and a t-shirt and coming downstairs and presenting myself to her. Most times she appreciated it - that I had caved and was willing to let her have her way. She would often ridicule me "what a silly little boy - look at you!" And I wanted her to spank me and "make things right".<br />
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I've shared all this - hope you don't mind - because I read so many friends on here whose wives don't join in. I am curious how that relationship works and what the wives make of it, what they get out of it, and what they need themselves. If you can shed any light on this I'd be very pleased.

We all seen to have a similar story!<br />
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I bought my first pair on plastic baby pants when I was 13. The pleasure when I first pulled them up my legs was indescribable!!! My **** was so hard that it almost hurt. I still wear plastic pants now nearly 60 years later and I still enjoy them and ********** in them. We are very lucky now. When I reached my late teens and had grown too big for plastic baby pants, adult sized plastic pants were not readily available and there was no Internet. I had a brief flirtation with rubber pants but while they are OK they do not have the same “zing” as plastic pants. My wife knows of my liking for plastic pants but prefers not to get involved. She thinks that “they get sticky and horrible”. Strange girl, but I love her!!!! Here in the UK we are now almost spoilt for choice when looking on the Internet for plastic pants.<br />
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The big question is “why”. Then I was a baby there were no plastic pants, only rubber if you could get them during the war. Why should I like plastic?<br />
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I am not regularly into nappies although my wife made me some to use (I prefer terry nappies if I am going to wear them). Wearing a nappy under normal clothing is going to be obvious but you can wear a pair of plastic pants and no one is the wiser. Hence that is why I am regularly in plastic pants. At the moment I am wearing a pair of Suprima pants; excellent quality and made in Germany.<br />
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For those people who like to wet themselves, plastic pants are not really an option. I have not found a pair of plastic pants that will not leak to some degree if there is pee sloshing around in the bottom (puddling). However, they can be extremely useful if you have a pooping accident – trust me -I know!!!<br />
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Sorry, I have rabbited on far to long. Long life and enjoy your plastic pants.

@ all, yes, ditto on being the "only one" with this weird compulsion. Mine dates back about 50+ years when I was just being taken out of diapers. I just knew I wasn't ready, even if my mom was, and my brain kept trying to figure out why she had it wrong. Other neighbor kids were still in diapers, so why not me??? It wasn't fair. I envied them. I thought about it all the time, and I suppose (in my young mind) it just sort of started taking up space that might have been devoted to learning how to stack bricks or something else, and instead, I learned how to figure out how to sneak my way into plastic pants and pretend I was still a baby.<br />
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As for plastic pant purchasing, yes, they can be had for just a couple of dollars, if you check around. AC Medical usually has something in that price range, but they don't last forever (does anything). If you are looking for a single pair to wear with your diapers only, then spend some $$$ on a nice pair of heavier duty pants. They'll usually hold up better than slippery pants will. Many years ago I bought bikini style plastic pants from ACM for $2 a pair, so I just bought 15 pairs of these, and 15 pairs of those, etc. I spent about $100 total and I still have new ones to wear when the old ones wear out. I also got some on Amazon that were packaged in 3's and two packs of those were being sold for ~$12 (or ~$2/pr). They were pretty lightweight, but as a seam has given out, we (my wife and I) have taken the sewing machine to them and reinforced them and put 'em right back into service. Those are just for outter wear, so they just get cleaned with whatever cloth diaper I'm using (usually hand made training pants inside disposables).<br />
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You just have to be creative with this whole process, and realize, you are never gonna be alone in this fetish for the rest of your life as long as the internet is alive and you have free will (as in, not stuck in prison or whatever...).<br />
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Good luck you plastic baby panties wearers and keep united!<br />
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ABDreamz

hi tooltas - in another thread (I love having to wear plastic panties) there is mention and review of NiceDiapers.com, a Chinese wholesale on the web which sells pants for as little as $1.50 - 5.00. Postage seems to be about $9. So altogether a good source. You should also look at www.pvc-u-like. Prices are in UK pounds. they have some of the nicest pants and i can confirm of best quality. service is also great - as they are plastic fetishists and ab friendly too.

thanks man

hi tooltas, there are all types of plastic baby panties for sale online these days. if you search Google you'll find them. a lot cheaper than $20-30 too. if you go to images.google.com you'll see pix.

old day wen we could find plastic pant in the store the wallmart here desnot have them,,and store that des is some thing like 20 to 30 dollers for one pare

Ditto on the "only person in the world". I'm now blown away by how many of us there are - and we appear to be reasonably normal! The power of this desire / compulsion is fascinating and mysterious, but yet it seems less and less unique and unusual. Amazing to make this discovery! There really are a lot of us with these feelings and desires, engaging in these wonderful activities. I feel more relieved and at ease every time I go online to EP and similar groups.

Hi u 2 - yes, i'd like to hear more. I'm less surprised today. But when I was that young kid and right up into my late 20s or more, I thought I was "the only person in the world" who loved being in plastic baby panties. I really did. So I kept it all completely secret. I've heard from others - older guys like myself - and many thought the same. I just read and commented on another thread (http://www.experienceproject.com/uw.php?e=1159196) and binkeyboy said he was first spanked and put into rubber baby pants by his music teacher when he was real young. He got to like it. I've heard a few other, credible and yet different starts. But I agree, the most common seems to be an uncontrollable attraction and seduction comes over us around puberty. There's also a lot of guys who stole them off washing lines. I suppose it is a natural opportunity!

I bought my first pair - the first ones i felt were really mine - in an old woman's knitting shop. At least I saw them as old women. I was about 12. The shop was small and dark and had brown wood shelves and a glass front counter. It had everything a woman would want to sew, knit or make. Part of this was baby and children items. It was a typical place for women to buy plastic baby pants and stuff. They always stocked 1 or 2 brands. I could see the box of Kintal Baby Pants through the counter glass. They were the aim of my visit. For some weeks I'd been passing the shop. I remember one evening when it was dark and damp. The shop window was lit with the dim light from inside and a couple of bulbs in the window. I kept going by and stopping - hoping no one would see me - because there i the window was a pair of Kintal Baby Pants opened up, legs fluffed out and on full display. They said "put me on". I could feel myself getting into them. So I braved the two old women...

It is amazing how similar our stories ae. You capture my feelings, with exactly the right words. These feelings and expreiences are so deeply rooted in us, it is clearly impossible to avoid or conquer them. The fact that we can share online brings such a great peace to know that we are not wierd, and we are not alone! Thank you for being so open and so clear. I would love to talk with you more about our past experiences, and maybe even our present adventures. Thanks you so much, again.

It's a very common theme for many of us... I never stole any off the laundry lines in the neighborhood, but I can't say I never thought about it. I used to walk up and down the baby aisles on purpose every time I went to the 5&10 Ben Franklin stores, or the local pharmacy... It was like I was in a trance. The world slowed down as I oggled the Gerber's in their little blue boxes and bags of 3, but then I'd have to walk on (usually to the toy sections). Eventually, I got courage enough to come up with a story and buy them, which for a twelve or thirteen year old was a major amount of courage. I didn't know any of the people in these stores, and they didn't know me, but it would have been very easy/likely for someone I did know to walk in the store while I was holding my prize. Of course, there would have been no way to explain my delicate baby panties since everyone knew everyone in the neighborhood and whomever I'd have been seen by would have realized we had no babies in the family. The thrill of it all was unescapable.... <br />
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And, yes, I absolutely loved the feeling of putting them on and lubing them up (w/soaps, hand creams, etc) for some slippery fun. I know this will sound stupid and self serving, but to me, as a teenager, this was nearly the same as what I'd heard about making love to a girl (something I hadn't done at that point...) since it was slippery & you had your BIG-O all in one nice easy to reach package. The greatest thing was being able to just lay around a bit and enjoy the come-down phase without having to run off to cleanup.<br />
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I'll admit I was pretty guilt ridden (at the time), but at the same time, it was a blessing that I was attracted to baby pants and had taught myself how to do enjoy lovemaking techniques without getting anyone pregnant or going through all the ups & downs of GF / BF antics just to get laid. I did have a girlfriend in the coming years, but I stuck by my method of pleasing myself (we were really too young in those days to be messing around - her family lived nearly next door...) and eventually she & I broke up over other issues. My baby pants never left my brain or my little weiner unloved.<br />
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ABDreamz