Plastic pants without diapers

For as long as I can remember I've been attracted to plastic pants. When I was 5 and my sister was 2 we were playing in her room. She was wearing her plastic pants and I got an urge to wear a pair myself. I opened the drawer an pulled out a pair and tried them on. I remember the leg bands being very tight. We continued playing until our mother came in. She said in a stern voice "Take those off right now!"

Another time, maybe the same day I snuck another pair, put them on under my shorts and went outside. I could hear the gentle crinkling sounds as I walked around the side of the house where I was out of sight. I sat down and looked through the leg holes of my shorts at the textured plastic pants, feeling content. And then I felt the need to poop. I wasn't ready to go inside yet so I fought the urge for as long as I could. Ultimately, I lost and filled my sister's plastic pants with warm poop.

The plastic pants without a diaper is my sub's best way to wear his plastic pants. He loves the feel of the plastic on his private bits. They fit rather snuggly and didn't "crinkle" too much when worn under clothes.

Fortunately when we started we could find kids sizes that did fit his ass. It isn't as easy now to walk into a store and find the larger toddler sizes.

I am also a plastic pants without a diaper wearer. Not as a necessity, but merely protection from soiling clothing, bed linens, etc. after an excruciating and lengthy enema session. Plastic pants have a purpose, including the many patterns and colors that are available, but I opt for incontinence pants more so. Some are composed of a rubberized fabric. Thus, the "crinkling" sound is minimized. Also, there are snaps inside to which one may attach liners for extra absorbency.

For someone who loves the feel of vinyl plastic on the skin as much as I do, that is the only way to wear plastic pants. Yesterday was a cool day with some rain, and I wore plastic panties most of the day under whatever else I was wearing, and went to bed wearing just the panties. I woke up feeling cold in the middle of the night, so I got up and put on a plastic romper and immediately fell asleep. What a sensual and luxurious feeling it is to wake up wearing that.

I like to wear only plastic pants when it's cool. The soft ones feel great but I really don't like to wear when it's hot because they stick to my skin and I sweat under them. I tried baby powder, it helps but still gets "cakey" when I sweat. I do like the flannel lined plastic pants but they are hard to find now.

My very first experience with real plastic baby pants was when I was 14 I found three pairs of baby pants that were brand new in back of a local drug store. I took them home and went to our outside bathroom and tried them on, of course they were way to small and split. I did get them up to my penis which was very stiff, a few rubs and wham instant ejaculation. I knew then I needed to somehow get some that would actually fit me. I did finally but not until I was 16.

That's how it started for me. I started to wear my little sister's plastic pants when I was five. Her pink ones were always my favorite!

Soon after that, I was sneaking and wearing her diapers too. I still love to wear nothing but plastic pants.

I've been wearing plastic pants for as long as I've worn diapers. I have to since I only wear cloth diapers and without plastic pants my pee would leak through my diapers and get everything I touched wet. But I do love plastic pants, especially pink ones, and ones with childish images. When I was a teen I wear my sisters panties and my plastic pants and rubbed myself until I came. I found the combination of my sister's thin little panties and my plastic pants to be extremely sensitive to my wee-wee when I rubbed myself. My sister got mad at me once when she saw my cummies on her panties.

Not a good choice. Either you will soak your underwear, or be very sweaty

I wear both plastic and rubber panties without a diaper on occasion. My mother made me wear plastic panties before, during and immediately after an enema. As soon as I expelled, I was diapered with plastic pants. My mother was obsessed with avoiding any messes and the plastic panties minimized any accidents.

I remember having to wear plastic pants over my underpants which were “normal” white briefs rather than proper training pants. This was pretty common if I'd wet my pants, especially when away from home. I'd just wear the plastic pants, underpants and a shirt while my wet pants were being washed and dried. Once when I was playing with my older cousin (I was 4 and he was 5) and we were building a “fort'/"tree-house" in his back yard. We were both in white Jockeys and plastic pants and white singlets and laughing because we could see the pee sloshing inside our plastic pants.

When I started school I sat next to a boy who wore plastic pants over his underpants every day. I'd be able to hear it when he pissed himself sometimes, and when we sat on the floor I could see the plastic pants up the legs of his shorts. He kept a spare pair of plastic pants in his school backpack (which was pointed out to me by an older boy on my first week at the school). I was fascinated and envious of him and wished I had to wear plastic pants to school too