Title: The Diaper Snatcher
Name: Mark
Email: not given
Gender: Male
Current Age: 27
Posting Date: 08/31/08
Story Contents:
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 diapersW- Erections
G- PeeX- Bedwetting 
H- PoopY- Accidents 
I- Exposed diapersZ- Punishment/Diaper Discipline 
J- Multiple diapers 1- Female Domination 
K- Baby paraphernalia 2- Enemas 
L- Mother 3- Restraints 
M- Father4- Crying 
N- Aunt 5- Spanking 
O- Uncle6- Humiliation 
P- Brothers (diapered) 7- Babying 
Q- Brothers (not diapered) 8- Regression 
Summary: A story about a man, Ryan, and his diaper-wearing nephew Max, who take used diapers out of trash cans.                  

My name is Ryan Brown. Twenty-four years ago, when I was only twelve, I 
started to babysit my cousins. My cousins at that time were all one, 
and naturally, still in diapers. I would feed them, play with them, 
and, best of all change them. I don't know why, but every time I 
smelled that smell, of poopy diapers, a funny feeling came over me. A 
feeling that told me I *had* to have that absorbent, paper-like 
underpant stained yellow by pee, and filled with, brown, stinking poo. 
After changing them, I would hold that round poopy sack in my hand, and 
marvel at it.

Now, years later, I have developed a diaper fetish. And it makes me 
lust for those poopy diapers, so much so, that I will dig through trash 
cans to get them, and smell them, and preserve them, and squish them, 
and masturbate in them.

My nephew, Max, who is four, is still in diapers. His parents died when 
he was one, and I started to take care of him. My brother had always 
enjoyed changing diapers, and playing with babies, and was going to 
keep Max in diapers for a long time. I wasn't about to change that.

Max and I both loved diapers. He loved wearing them, pooping in them, 
and squishing in them. I loved changing them, and just seeing them, 
especially if they were open, with a brown mass of poop, under a boy's 
butt I was wiping. Together, we would go and take diapers from trash 
cans, in the open, and in the bathrooms. He would have to poop or pee, 
so I could take him to the bathroom, change him, and take the diapers 
in the trash. It was a fun gig.

The first time we tried this, I'll never forget. Max was thrilled about 
my idea snatching dirty diapers, and was eager to dump in his pants for 
my fetish. We went to the zoo, where lots of kids would go- and lots of 
diapers would need changing. After a short train ride, we were at the 
zoo. Max and I went and looked at some animals for a half-hour, and 
then headed to the playground. Max pooped, so that when a diapered kid 
was taken in for a change, we could follow. There were plenty of kids 
in diapers there. After a minute, I saw one boy get his diaper checked 
by his father. The father picked up his diaper bag, and the boy, and 
walked off to the bathroom. I got Max, checked him, to make it seem 
like I hadn't known about his stinker, and grabbed the diaper bag, and 
took Max by the hand.

I had never been in this bathroom before, but I was pleased by its 
layout. There was everything- a diaper-snatcher with a decoy to change 
could need- a little hall that led back into the place with the 
changing table, and a trash can next to it.

I walked in, and the smell of poop met my nose. Could it be the little 
boy? Maybe. I followed the smell, and, sure enough it led to the 
changing table! I sat down on a bench in the little alcove, and waited 
for the man to finish his son's diaper. The man looked back at me as he 
finished up and said, "Hey, you've got a little stinker, too?" He held 
up the boy's rolled up diaper- it was huge! I could feel my penis 
getting hard and erect.

"Yep," I said. "That's a nice load, there. What have you been feeding 
him?" We both laughed. "How old is poopy diapers, there?"

"He's three and a half. I haven't been pushing him for potty training, 
I don't think he wants it.

"No!" the boy on the changing table yelled. "Poopy diapers fun!"

"Hey," I said. "Max here is four. He has the same idea about diapers, 
dontcha?" Max smiled and nodded, then pulled down his pants, revealing 
his poop-filled Pamper.

"Whoa! You've got a healthy little boy there! Hey, where do you live, 
maybe we could schedule a little play-date for Tommy and Max?"

"Sure, I live in Riverside, 127 High Street."

"Really? I live just up the street! Is tomorrow OK? My place? 156 High 
Street."

"Sure!" I said.

"OK, I'll talk to you tomorrow, then." The father picked the big ball 
up in his left hand. "What's your name by the way? I'm Derek." He held 
out his right hand, I took it.

"I'm Ryan. If you don't mind, I've got change a diaper, here."

Derek laughed. "Heh, I can see. See you later, Ryan!" He walked out of 
the alcove, tossing the diaper behind him, I caught it, because he was 
going to miss and I didn't want any poor person to clean up a big 
splattered, poopy diaper off the floor. Next, I pulled out a zip-lock 
bag from the diaper bag, and sealed Tommy's soiled diaper in it. 
Looking down into the trash can, there were a few other diapers, which 
I also took, and put in zip-lock bags.

Now that I had collected my treasures, it was time to change Max's 
poopy pants. I picked him up, putting one hand in between his legs, and 
mashing the poop in his diaper. Once he was on the table, I lifted his 
legs up, without opening the diaper, and grabbed the huge lump, and 
squished it for ten seconds. After that, I untaped his diaper and 
looked upon the brownness of his poop. I lifted his legs up with one 
hand, and wiped his poopy bottom. I threw the wipes away as I used 
them, to leave room for the mountain of poop in his diaper. Once I 
finished wiping him after using fourteen wipes, I pulled the diaper out 
from under him, and rolled it up. After sprinkling some baby powder on 
the fresh, new diaper, and pulled it up, over his penis, I taped it 
shut.

A four inch wide sphere with Elmo on it now laid on the table, smelling 
heavily of doo-doo, and yellowed with pee. I picked up the diaper and 
deposited in a Ziploc bag. I lifted Max off the table, put his pants 
back on, and went to see some more animals before leaving- and enjoying 
my spoils.

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What diapers do you wear? Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
Are your diapers plain white? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Do you wear multiple diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
How do you use your diapers? Pee Poop
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