Boy Diaper Sightings Report- July 2006

I was babysitting at a neighbor's house, with their three boys ages 4, 4, and 5. We were have a great time when the 4 year old wet himself. He said, "Oops! I made a poopy!" His father had told me that if he wet himself i would have to put a pullup on him and if he pooped it would have to be 3 on him. At, first glance i thought that he just whizzed but when i went and took him out of his tighty-whities, i found out that he also pooped. So i took off his pants and cleaned him up. I then helped him into his pullup and made him put on three. I kept his pants off and he walked around in his pullups. They made the squishy noise and he was so cute! All of a sudden, the other boys walked in with there pants off. The other four year old was still in diapers and had seriously crapped himself. I then took the 4year old and changed him into his diapers. The 5 year old, however, was a handful. He would not come to me and when i caught him, i put him in 3 pullups. They all walked around in their diapers all night sitting on my lap and pooping.

I was in the local garden centre and I was just looking at fountains and water features. I was bent over looking at one in particular I could hear a woman telling a younger boy off for messing around. I didnt pay much attention until I got hit by a handfull of gravel. I turned around and saw this boy - he was about 9 years old and fat, he was stuffing his face with a burger - he may have been slightly retarded but I am unsure - I just think he was being a little imp to be honest. He was hid behind a bush and his mother pulled him out and dragged him over to me. The first thing I noticed...was he was heavily nappied, I would say 3 nappies all clearly visible underneath the see-through plastic pants he was wearing and definately wet and stinky with poop. He was dragged over to me where his mother made him apologise, which he did reluctantly and then I ended up buying his mother a coffee and Jason (that was his name) a drink of milk.

We chatted for a good while and she started to explain a little bit about the nappies. Jason was of above average intelligence, although sometimes in a world of his own and he was never potty trained. He had a nappy leak on him on the way to the garden centre so his mother had decided rather than go home for spare trousers, she would put thicker nappies on him and let him walk around in just them - it was a hot day anyway. While we sat there I heard a loud fart and his mother just said "there goes another one, he's messed himself 3 times since we got here". She then told me that he was indeed in 3 nappies - a terry towelling on the outside and 2 disposables inside, with the plastic pants to make everything waterproof.

they were twins both walking thro some park and one of them said to the other one that he was needing changed and some kids over herd him and they all started to sniger at them and thats wean he started to blush and got all embarrest about it and they kept on walking trying to egnore the other kids and as they did that i folled them and started a convorshaion with them and am now friends with them.

I was spending the Fourth of July browsing museums in Washington, D.C. Around 5:00 in the afternoon the weather was so severe a lot of people came into the Air and Space Museum to avoid being rained on. During this mad race to get inside I noticed a boy (around 4 or 5) being swept into the men's room by what appeared to be his father and two male friends. These guys were very wet from the rain and the boy was crying and putting up a fuss. I followed into the men's room several minutes later and by this time the boy was totally undressed except for his diaper and plastic pants. (I took my time washing my hands and combing my hair, since I wanted to observe what was going on). This boy was crying and said over and over he didn't want to be changed. I saw a large lump in his diaper, as one of the guys in the group (assuming his father) felt and mashed the lump flat before putting him on the diaper changing table. As the boy was placed on the diaper changing table, the mashed poop began oozing out of his diaper. The guy about to change this boy had a sour look on his face and appeared to be very frustrated! His two friends had to pin the boy down on the diaper changing table, as one held down his arms and the other held down his legs. The guy changing the boy's diaper unsnapped his plastic pants and untapped his poopy diaper. He removed the poopy diaper and put it inside a plastic bag and threw the bag in the trash. I was about ten feet away from the diaper changing table and I could smell this boy's poopy diaper! He then took some baby wipes and began to clean the boy up. By this time the boy was calming down and didn't have to be pinned down anymore. He stopped crying as his bottom was being cleaned. One of the guys started tickling the boy's feet and the boy started laughing. The guy changing him sprinkled baby power on a fresh, disposable diaper before putting it on the boy. He also sprinkled baby powder onto the plastic pants. His mood finally started to improve. I then left the men's room and continued my browse around the museum. I didn't see this group again.

I was amazed throughout the evening's festivities at how many young boys were wearing diapers, as I could see diapers bulging through shorts. I wondered how many of these boys had already been changed during the day or if they were about to load their diaper during the fireworks. Everyone was having a great time celebrating the Fourth of July!