From:  (Ken)
Subject: ~Story: How I Lied My Way Into Diapers
Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 07:44:07 -0500

This weekend, I spent some time łroaming the stacks˛ of the diaper stories
that are kept on-line.  Most seemed to center on being łturned˛ into a
baby.  This, unfortunately, does nothing for me.  I have no desire to be
treated like a baby.  Made to wear diapers as punishment or just because my
girlfriend wants me to, no problem!  Anyway, I thought I would write a few
ideas down.  If you like it, email me with your thoughts or suggestions and
I might continue (at "ken9988@hotmail.net").  If this story does nothing
for you, Iąm sorry, maybe what your looking for is in one of the archives
that can be found via the Web.  Also, it may become apparent that English
grammar is not my strong suit (dammit Jim, Iąm a Scientist, not a English
Professor!).  Finally, if this little story really turns you on and you
want to know more about me, I am (newly) listed in DPFąs on-line roster.
Donąt be afraid to write!

HOW I LIED MY WAY INTO DIAPERS
Paragraphs that start with a ˛*˛ are actual events that happened to me!

*I started wearing diapers again when I was twelve or so.  I know it was
during the summer just prior to seventh grade that I first started
experimenting with diapers.  I didnąt exactly feel like I wanted to be a
baby, it was more like it was fun to get away with something that I wasnąt
supposed to do.  Given the fact that the diapers I used to wear were rather
bulky, there was always the chance that someone would notice the bulge and
confront me with the embarrassing fact that I was in diapers.  I used to
fantasize about begging caught in this way and then forced to wear diapers,
either to hide the secret that I really didnąt need them or as a
punishment.  Needless to say, I really never expected it to happen for
real, and when it did, I found that the old adage łBe  careful what you
wish for...˛ was very true.

*I had been sneaking or buying diapers on and off all that summer without
incident.  When school started, however, I was too afraid of being caught
to wear diapers during the day. My diaper escapades were limited to the
weekends and nighttime.  What I hadnąt calculated on was that while I was
at school, my mom was going through my things.  She found my diapers on
several occasions and would confront me.  She had (correctly) assumed that
I was just wearing diapers for some weird adolescent perversion and
therefore didnąt make too much of a fuss.  Her reasoning was that it was
normal for children reaching puberty to try to find some sort of an outlet
for their newly found sexual desires. Therefore, all I would get was a
speech about what other people would think seeing me in diapers (as in the
old peer pressure argument), and then be told she didnąt want to catch me
wearing diapers again.  She each time she confronted me, she would ask if I
was wearing a diaper, to which about fifty percent of the time I had to say
yes.  Even then, she never made me take off the diaper, but she would
always confiscate my łsupplies˛.

*Anyway, along comes winter break.  I spent the whole two weeks in diapers
without being caught once!  When the Monday came to return to school, I
donąt know if I was feeling horny or that I had gotten so used to wearing
diapers that I didnąt think, but I wore a diaper to school for the first
time.  I remember getting out of bed, pulling my pants over my diapers and
then carrying on from there without giving what I was wearing much thought. 
It really didnąt hit me until the bus was pulling into the schoolyard that
I was now stuck all day in a diaper whether I wanted to or not.  This was a
new experience since I had almost always been able to take off my diaper
when the need arose.  Not only was I stuck in a diaper, but I had to walk,
sit, and play next to many other people.  Any one of whom could alert
everyone to what I was wearing, and that thought kept me on edge all day
long.  When school was finally out, I was so relieved and all I wanted was
to get home and out of diapers!  I didnąt touch another diaper for quite
awhile.  Then, I started thinking about that day and began to get excited
and I found I actually liked the anticipation and humiliation I felt while
actually being łstuck˛ in a diaper.  

*I started getting bolder and bolder wearing diapers in public and even
more so at school.  I would stuff my already thick disposable diaper with
some cloth diapers I found stored at home.  I would also wear shirts that I
knew would ride up above the top of my jeans and diapers, showing all the
world about an inch or two of gleaming white diaper!  I knew some people at
least knew what I was wearing, but to my surprise, nobody teased me or even
said anything to my face about it.  That was until the day that I was
wearing not only a thick diaper and a short tee-shirt, but I also had on
white shorts that, though I didnąt realize it until later, were translucent
enough to show everything!  I might as well have been wearing just a diaper
to school! 

Nothing had happened until second period when I had physical education.  We
had all finished our stretching exercises and running laps.  After running
I almost always had to go to the bathroom, so I went and asked Mrs. Blue,
the PE teacher, if I could run over and use the restroom.  She looked down
and, making sure nobody was too close to overhear her, asked me if I had a
bladder problem.  I instantly knew what she was driving at and therefore
denied everything (keep in mind I didnąt realize everyone could see my
diaper).  She just shrugged her shoulders and told me that unless I had a
note from my doctor, I couldnąt go.  I was so uncomfortable that I couldnąt
play anything during our łfree time˛ during the last half hour of class. 
Mrs. Blue noticed how uncomfortable I was and came over to see what was
wrong. I told her I really had to go to the bathroom and that it was
hurting to hold it in.  She gave me a puzzled look and asked why I didnąt
just use my diaper.  I was shocked hearing the words spoken out loud and
immediately denied I was wearing one.  She just reached over and pulled the
leg of my shorts tight and pointed out the fact that she could see my
diaper right through the material.  I didnąt know what to say and
therefore... I lied. I told her that I had been having trouble wetting the
bed and my pants.  I had started wearing diapers because I felt more
comfortable in a wet diaper than a wet bed or clothes.  She noticed the
flaw in my story and pounced, pointing out that I seemed to be holding on
just fine at the moment.  Thinking fast again, I pointed out that it was
taking everything in me to keep from wetting myself.  I also pointed out
(and prided myself on my quick thinking)  that if I wet myself this early
in the day, I would really smell bad by the end of the day.  When she asked
why I didnąt bring an extra diaper or two just in case, I said that I
couldnąt because my mom didnąt know, and that trying to slip an extra
diaper out of the house was just too risky.  She seemed to buy it because
she let me go to the bathroom.  She also told me that if I didnąt make it
to come back and tell her.  

At this point I was very embarrassed, very nervous, and wondering what I
had just done.  I suspected that she was keeping and eye on me as I was
walking to the boys restroom.  Had I just gone and done my duty, that
probably would have been the end of it.  Except for the fact I would have
spent the rest of the day knowing everyone could see my diaper.  I then
made the decision that I would keep up the act (and regret it).  I walked
slower and slower, trying to wet my diaper as I walked.  I never wet my
diaper before so this was a very difficult feat.  All I could get was a
small trickle, so I stopped walking and really concentrated.  Within
moments my bladder was empty and my diaper was soaked.  I was about
three-quarters of the way to the bathroom and just turned around and headed
back to class.  When I turned and looked up, I saw that Mrs. Blue had
indeed been watching me, and by the look of pity on her face, knew what had
happened.

She had me sit on a bench while she went and told her assistant that łKen
wet his diaper˛ and that she was taking me to the office.  Given the fact I
was sitting farther away from her than some of my classmates were playing,
I knew at least some of them heard her.  We walked into the office and I
was taken into the nurseąs office (the school didnąt have a nurse
(cutbacks) but they did have a infirmary of sorts).  I had to sit there
while she went and called my mom and told the principal what happened.  All
that kept going through my head was łWhat  have I done?˛ and łI am dead
meat when mom gets here!˛.

By the time Mrs. Blue returned with the principal, I was so worked up that
I was physically shaking.  They tried to calm me down by reassuring me that
I had nothing to be ashamed of.  They also told me that they explained the
situation to my mom and that she was going to call the doctor to make an
appointment before bringing me dry clothes.  The principal, Mr. Bush, also
tried to pick up my spirits by pointing out that few kids would have
thought, or had the guts, to try to control this łproblem˛  by wearing
diapers.  After a few minutes, I was beginning to calm down.  By the time
my mom arrived, I was almost back to normal.  My mom walked in with a brown
bag that I assumed held my underwear and maybe some other outer clothes.  I
was very surprised when she handed me the bag and told me she had to almost
ransack my room to find them and that she had to stop at the store for a
roll of tape before coming.  She also told me that I had a doctorąs
appointment in the morning and, after giving me a hug, told me that I
should have said something the first time she caught me.  I was dumbstruck!
She actually believed I was wearing diapers because I had to? Worse yet,
she expected me to change my diaper here?  I had expected to be taken home
for the day, given what happened and all.  My mom then told me that she was
going to go grocery shopping and that she would pick me up after school so
I didnąt have to ride the bus home.  

After she left, Mrs. Blue handed me a plastic bag and told me to put my
dirty diaper in it and leave it on the bed I was sitting on.  She and the
Mr. Bush left me sitting there after pulling the curtain around the bed so
I could change in privacy.  It took me a few minutes to change and I had
found that my mom didnąt just bring me a diaper, she brought all the
diapers that I had made.  I say made because they were actually three
toddler diapers taped side to side (this is before elastic-leg
hourglass-shaped diapers became widespread). The seams were made as close
as possible to the crotch area so that, when the diaper is put on, all of
the front seam and most the rear seam were hidden.  Not only that, but I
would use clear tape to hide the seams even more.  The overall effect was a
thick, white, toddler looking diaper.  I slipped my shorts back on and
looked in the mirror.  Not only was the bulk of my diaper obvious, but Mrs.
Blue was right, everyone could see right through my shorts!  I was
beginning to get nervous again, knowing I was going to have to go back to
class with my diaper showing.  Before I left I asked the principal (Mrs.
Blue had left to see to her class) what I should do with my extra diapers. 
He took the bag and wrote my name on it!  He then took it back to the
nurses office and stored it under a counter.  He told me that if I have
another accident all I have to do is tell the secretary in the office and
come in here and change.  I thanked him and nervously turned to leave. 
Seeing how nervous I was, he told me not to worry that he was sure everyone
would understand. He was right, I was very nervous and afraid as I headed
for class.  I wanted nothing more than to sneak in and hide behind the
safety of my desk.  Unfortunately, lunch period had just started, which
meant that I was going to have to stand in line, exposed to everyone who
looks down.  Then I was going to have to be outside in the bright sun that
seemed to only highlight the diaper under my shorts.  

Once I finished eating (I couldnąt eat much because of my nervousness), I
went outside and tried to avoid everyone.  Several of my friends found me,
and to my surprise, nobody mentioned anything about diapers.  Even though I
did notice a couple of them glancing down at my diaper whenever they
thought I wasnąt looking.  

I stood waiting for my mom to pick me up awhile after all the buses had
left.  The entire time all I could do is fidget with my shirt and jacket
trying my best to conceal my diaper which Iąd swear kept getting bulkier
during the day.  When my mom finally drove up, I climbed in and noticed in
the back seat a large bag of disposable diapers nestled among the bags of
groceries, with the words łextra thick˛ and łnighttime˛ printed on the
side.  Mom asked if I was dry and I shook my head yes.  As we drove home
the same words kept going through my head, łWhat  have I done?˛

>>>End Part 1<<<
[announcer voice-over]
Can our hero escape a life in diapers before its too late?  What will he do
when confronted with having to strip to his diaper in front of the family
physician?  And, egad, what will he do when he has to have a BM if he has
to always wear diapers???  Watch this newsgroup for Part 2 (and maybe Part
3 if it gets too long)!