| Title:
| Growing up in Diapers as a Boy
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| Name:
| Glenn
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| Not given
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| Posting Date:
| 08/30/09
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* | ●
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | ● | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying | ●
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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Growing up in diapers as a Boy like age 4 to age 10 little mention of
10th grade, about me and my sister and My diapers, some wet some messy.
cloth very padded and a lot of rubber pants, memories.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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19 (95%)
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Story 1
"Growing up in diapers as a Boy" by Glenn
Let�s start at age 4. I remember I used to sleep back then with my
sister, a year younger. We both wet the bed, off and on, but she
stopped sooner. I continued to wet the bed forever. I remember we
always had a dry bed when we crawled in. Mom always took care of that
for us.
Age 4 1/2: We moved to a bigger house. My sister got her own room and
new bed. So my story really starts here.
I got a room of my own, too, and I got the old bed and mattress, that I
helped put so many yellow stains onto. I got some new sheets when we
moved and was still trying to stop wetting the bed at night. A losing
battle.
Now nearing age 5: My mom started to diaper me up at night, like when I
was a baby and I loved it a lot. Being babied was just wonderful. I was
a little jealous of my little sister, so that helped.
Those first cloth diapers were real baby diapers and all white, well at
first. She used to put 2 together, and used big pins to hold them on
me. Then somewhere she got me plastic pants to cover them. I was more
like the size of a 3-year-old, so baby rubber pants still fit great. I
do remember the rubber pants were see-through for some, and a dirty see
through, like brown-stained, maybe hand-me-downs that were used by
babies first. That is good, too.
I wore these diapers every night and around maybe age 5 1/2. I started
to have wetting accidents in the day time while playing. I would go
sneak into house change my undies. Moms, they always seem to have eyes
in back of their heads. She always caught me almost every time and
never scolded me ever for wetting.
As the months went on I started to wet way too much in day time. My mom
now had this plastic sheet on my bed. First day the corners ripped, but
it was nice. After a month or so they got me a new mattress and added
plastic sheets to it all the time, too.
Now it was the ages to learn to do more chores around the house. Mine
was now to make my own bed. Put the wet sheets in the laundry and make
the bed. Boy, that was hard at first. I also was to learn to diaper
myself at night and hang up my clothes, and always lay next day�s
clothes on the dresser. We also had other chores but they�re not
related to the story.
This chores was a good thing for me. I kinda liked it. 50 cents a week
if we did good, some off if we pouted too much and didn't do them. I
did mine. Well the wetting pants continued until lost it all in the
diapers all the time.
The kids around the neighborhood started to make fun. Mom and dad now
thought I had control in daytime now and I didn't.
Somehow I got this, ashamed to admit it, idea. I think it was the
complements, I was getting for not wetting, when I really was still
wetting.
But the chores oh thank you for the chores. I was now in control of the
diapers myself. a whole pile of like 40 cloth diapers. I now could fold
them myself. I could pen them myself. and there was a pile of real
diaper pins mostly blue and whites. They was given to mom by a
neighbor. I hadn't than noticed, but they must have noticed my wetting
and gave them to her.
My diaper I liked to lay on the bed now, to put them on, and I stacked
3 in a pile.
My little butt was getting bigger, had to have mom show me they can be
folded bigger and still fit me. But after that, I folded them down like
2 inches at top and bottom of the 3 diapers in a pile, and sat on them.
Than found it a lot easier to pin them if I laid down. sometimes I
poked me or my finger until I learned how. I than pulled on the rubber
pants. and a lot of those ripped and I would just wear 2 rubber pants
at same time than.
Now I could, and did diaper myself, in the daytime too. Rubber pants
and all. I liked the way they felt; they made feel like a baby. After
awhile my sister found out I wore them in the day time.
Mom either knew, and said nothing or never noticed. Kids never said
anything, don't think they knew either. The diapers were thin so even
with 3 on. I don't think they noticed the diapers yet.
This is also the first time I pooped in my diapers on my little sisters
dare me. Nothing to brag about, didn't even stain the diaper when I
dumped it out. That first time was actually a bad feeling to me too. I
felt dirty, naughty and silly. But it weakened me for later on.
I am still age 5 yet, a man came to the house selling brushes to clean
with, to show mom. It was night I think, as I had a dry diaper on and
rubber pants. I remember the looks and flirting very well from that
visit.
He was like in his 20s, he kept looking at my diaper, and I liked that
and I was flirting with him, because I saw he liked my diaper. So I
remember sliding around the pillar in center of the room so my diapered
butt would show a lot better to him. Mom didn't notice anything. She
was busy counting money anyway. That was not being dirty just showing
him I was proud to be a big kid in diapers.
I knew mom paid him and that he would be back in a couple weeks. so I
watched and watched. I must have been asleep, because I missed him when
he came, but the brush was there now. That made me miss a strange man
for the first time. That feeling never went away either.
I got past that and one day still at age 5 but headed for age of 6. I
was roller skating with those old metal kinds.
we used to fit them onto any kids shoes. Sidewalk skates. Well a little
girl pushed me out of her way, straight into a rose bush. Somehow it
broke my arm. That's were dad tossed all the rocks from the garden
into.
Well that was good and bad. burned like crazy but for a month, mom
diapered me because I could not handle the pins or anything very good.
I got the attention again. I felt very babied, and I loved it.
Now I hear we are moving again.
We moved to a house half way across town, it was cool. Had this
railing, you could slide down, out in front of it. A stained round
window, pretty, but not to look out. This is were my room was upstairs
to the right. I actually fell down the steps for the first time ever,
got the air knocked out of me. I laid there gasping for air awhile at
bottom of first flight of steps, and when I got some air I screamed
"mommy come quick I think I'm dead." That will never be forgotten. Well
got that past, and life went on. This house is were I got the shit beat
out of me, by a boy on street out back too. Try that now little terd!
This house, we was not at long. Well this is were mom, got her first
foster kid. I now played with her and loved everything, and shared her
bottle, when no one looked, and took a couple of her plastic diapers, a
new item, than. I liked those, I tell ya. They got to smelling bad, but
I kept them hid, until I wore them out. Wet them over and over. Kept
them hidden and rinsed and saved them until dry over and over.
Than again we moved to the house, where I got really into diapers, and
being a diapered butt baby. My Dad met this drunk. Wanted beer so bad,
he begged my dad to buy his house for like 400, ya 400 dollars. lol.
That's a drunk for ya. They actually closed the deal too. It was on
railroad property so ya have this "they can ask you to move anytime
thing" over your head but they never did it.
It�s all related to the story as it is were I became the baby forever.
This place was mom�s daycare and foster home different times. This
first time a foster home and she got 2 babies. I swiped lots of diapers
and didn't have to wear used ones anymore. Now I was using plastic in
daytime and no rubber pants. and the cloth at night with rubber the
rubber pants. This house was small but we owned it.
so my little sister and me was now given bunk beds.
First thing off she said I get the top, he pees the bed. Her first
words when she saw it. Well that was fine I fell out of bed all the
time anyway. So bottom I wanted, but squeaky wow. Quit wiggling and go
to sleep.
That was fun for a long time, and now we got a dollar for chores. cool.
I played all the time there and one day my dad came and said now you
two are old enough, if you always stay together you can ride your bikes
around town alone and go for walks and to park together and stuff.
But I was gonna be responsible to take care of my little sister at all
times. cool, so off we went.
I also now got told by my sister you can only come up on top bunk, and
I will read to you, if you put on 2 more diapers. A little sly trick!
I said to myself: ya, I want to be babied, little sis reading to me be
good to feel like that. So I piled up 5 baby diapers and folded tops
and bottoms like I always did. And they would not pin for me, not no
how.
I was getting frustrated and ready to cry and my little sister came
down to my bunk and said: gees just unfold the tops and bottoms again,
and see if they fit that way. She was correct, a perfect fit. and I
pinned one side easy because now there unfolded, but now have more
diapers, came out about the same to pin through.
But that other side I couldn't seem to get, not no how. she was still
there and she says: gees just pin it like I do the doll. I said you put
a cloth diaper on the dolly, she said ya, I put your pins and diapers
on him. Than she grabbed the diaper pin from me, and she pinned the
diaper on me. kinda loose but it felt babyish to have her do it and I
liked it. Babied from my baby sister.
That was so nice. I pulled up the last of the rubber pants and they
tore, but she let me get up anyway, because she wanted to read to me.
Well, now I saw why, she wanted me to be a baby for her. That first
time up there, she said lean up against me so you can see the pictures,
and she actually treated me like she does her doll. Baby talked to me
the whole story, and called me little baby.
She was saying things like does my little baby want me to change your
poopy diaper, like I do the dolly. Do you want your bottle yet. I
accepted that all. Than she said now go to your bed now little baby,
and I will come read you to sleep. I got rite down too.
It passed a few more days, and she again said: lets play house. I said
what, she said play house. I want you to be my baby again, because I
liked it. I said I loved it. Anyway this time I was giving milk from
the dolly bottle, feed some cake, from a little girls cooking oven with
a light bulb in it, for cooking cake and things. We was young enough
yet, so other than a boy, a girl, she had no problem or me either, with
diaper changing me, herself. So I got babied from my little sister for
2 years and lots of diaper changes too. Almost every night and a lot of
times at park and by the creek too. When we was not around her friends.
even back when she was young as 5 and Me 6 she had this thing about her
friends not knowing she babied me. and I didn't care if everyone knew.
But of course, I didn't tell I wanted her to keep babying me.
Now while I am still six years old, I one day got the runs, and on
purpose put it into my diaper, remember daytime is plastic and undies,
and that's what it was, daytime. If we was alone "she had to have me
with her" but I was aloud to go alone now.
I was fishing alone at the creek had the runs on a cloudy day. It
loaded the diaper so full, well I laid the pole off in the grass and
started walking back to the house. That's like 2 blocks under the
expressway to the creek so it was okay to leave the pole that long.
Well it felt warm and kinda nice. So I took my time going back. Well
surprise on me. I got back to the house and the foster baby had dropped
her bottle on the side walk out front and I bent down and picked it up.
and I froze confused what to do now.
I was standing there the girl next door she was age 6 too. She was
trying to talk to me at the fence between her house and ours. Baby
bottle in my hand and the poop from my diaper running down my bare
legs. Showed bad now on both legs from bending over for the bottle and
I still would either have to walk were the girl next door could see I
pooped my pants, if I went straight into the house she might see less,
maybe, and that would be okay. but the bathroom was at the door to the
left and I was a mess and mom was in there, straight in like that. I
really needed to go left, but than my neighbor girl would see both my
legs were a poopy mess.
Well I went left and she saw my mess and she said don't be embarrassed,
I just did that a couple days ago myself. Oh, thank you, I'm saved. So
anyway she said go clean up I want to talk to you when you get back out
to play. I took off for bathroom. dripped all way across the floor and
had a awful mess. The baby came in and I had to give in, and say mom I
had a big accident please get the baby. so I can close the door and
clean up. Did Ya ever get pointed at and laughed at from a 1 year old.
It�s kinda nice really. Mom just said boy oh boy I sure guess you did.
Not another word was said about it ever.
I got all cleaned up and gave the baby a big hug, I love babies and
said I made a messy didn't I.
I hugged baby and tried to sneak back to the creek and well the girl
next door was at the end of my side walk with her fish pole and said
she saw me go fishing can she come too. so went and fished with me. She
never said another thing about it either. she smiled at me and off she
went, lets go she said. That was my first "bad" mess I did in a diaper
on purpose.
Well by now those pull up rubber pants was to small and tore too easy
so mom got me snappy's. I loved them. About a month after the poopy day
I got the idea to forget the undies and put the plastic diapers into
the cloth diapers and now go back to 2 or more diapers, sort of! It was
a great idea and felt wonderful. Now just wear the snappy rubber pants
over cloth diapers and plastic combo, and I did it day and night. only
now there is a diaper bulge like, ya know everyone can see your
diapered under the shorts, the big butt, all padded like that.
Diapered all the time now and people saw I was diapered especially when
I wet a lot. Yes I wear the diaper till I am soaked, so much I cant sit
on people's furniture, I have to walk or stand up.
I loved the felling of a loaded wet diaper and loaded poopy diaper. and
with the snaps to fasten just like a real baby and I liked to do both,
so at age 6 and 7 a was already being a baby. but also a diaper lover.
Sometime by age 7 my sister lost interest in changing my diapers. It
was okay because she didn't know I also liked to poop in them now. And
I just a soon change myself. And at age 7 the baby diapers was about
wore out and I was now using towels a lot more for my diapers. I liked
white or blue towels, but had a yellow one too. so them I could use
just 1 big thick towel and snappy rubber pants.
I was now also playing with thicker cloth diapers like 2 towels or a
beach towel. were I could fold one up in the other and look very much
diaper padded, often to much padded to wear any rubber pants at all. I
also got were I wore them to store and to park and to creek and to town
padded thick like that sometimes.
By age 8 I didn't care who saw me padded, I was a baby and did not
care. But don't let me kid ya.
I used common since too. I did not do it in front of mom and dad or at
school, no how. and at school I wore undies and plastic diapers from
the foster kids. My mom had to buy them anyway so I didn't care. we had
lockers at every school so I hid my diapers in my locker, clear into
10th grade that's were the pop the locks they called it, before I got
caught with them in my locker by the kids. And that was not a big deal,
as they was just setting there in front of my locker, and not even
kicked around like I know they would do now. I suspect they just
thought I babysat when I leave school. I suppose.
Okay now, memories I remember one day my little sister and me while at
the park, and I always liked shorts with diapers so they show off my
diapers. Well no one around and she said try the slide in just a diaper
and shirt.
I had cloth diaper and rubber pants. It don't work at all. So forget
it.
Another time alone I took of the shorts again and tried the plastic
diaper and no go either.
Than it was raining one time my sister and I was playing in park
anyway, I tried taking off the shorts for yet another try on that big
slide and I was in a plastic diaper and a shirt.
I was soaked so was slide. I now decided to try a baby diaper with tape
to hold it on and were tape touched me I added paper towel or tissue or
any thing for it to not stick to me. Taped on diaper, that was a new
idea too.
Anyway wet plastic diaper, wet slide, wet legs. I went down the slide
all over it. Sideways, sitting, and a leg off the side, and boom,
landed on my diapered butt, it hurt and it was fast and when I got
collected, and I got up, it had blew the back of the diaper out, like a
busted balloon. funny sorta. My little sister saw that a one. She
laughed a long time.
That's also were I decided to find something to carry a spare diaper
around with me. I went home in shorts and no undies or diaper and I
hated it.
Now lets remember a hot day, and a wet, wet, diaper. I was across town,
second time, same dumb mistake as first time. I was alone, hot as
sweating can be. I decided too, put a poopy load in my diaper, as I was
headed home anyway. Well I did it smelled bad and was soft and smoochy.
So this time decided too walk up the 2 creeks, to my house, so no one
would smell me in the streets, It would be longer and about 2 miles
that way. I sat on a cement wall aside the creek and smooched the poop
really good as that's messy, very messy, and I love it super messy.
Then I started walking home.
Before I was off the first creek, I was getting bad diaper rash. A
little was fine, I was a baby after all, I can add baby's diaper rash
stuff when I get home. Well boy, oh boy, went farther and was beginning
to walk like a baby or toddler. And when I got to last creek I was in
real bad pain. And still not half way home.
First real bad diaper rash and not any ideas yet. So suffered it out.
When I was just a couple blocks away. Were I fish at, I took the
diapers off. And still walked home in shorts under expressway and to
side door, got cleaned up, put on ointment, and went and laid down as I
was so sore, I couldn't sit at all for a couple days. Should have seen
me try to sit in school on one cheek at a time on a hard desk chair.
Well got over it, and duh on me. Creek dummy creek, all I had to do was
walk down the bank, to the water wash off the poop, cool my butt. Save
that trouble in the first place. Lessen learned for next time. So yes I
like to be near creeks, even now.
That's basically my life until I was age 10 and a little from at 10th
grade.