Baby Tony

This story is completely true. It is based off of my 
memories and feelings.
	As a young child I grew up in Flagstaff, Arizona with 
my parents and younger brother. My parents were both college 
students and worked as often as they could to support our 
small family. My parents were wonderful, and although not 
able to give us all that they wanted materially. Those years 
were ones of fun and trial.
	My only memory of being diapered was once when Mom took 
me to the clinic.  For some reason, I don't recall, I was 
put into a diaper before the exam by the doctor. I was about 
3 at the time. I was potty trained at 22 months, by my 
grandmother. I was a very rational child, I have been told, 
and one day while in Sears, she looked at me, explained how 
gross diaper wearing is and that I should quit. She bought 
me some underwear, and I wore those from then on. I had a 
couple of accidents but that was the end of it. I have often 
wondered how my being potty trained so young may have 
affected my liking them now.
	We lived in a large stone house in Flagstaff. It was 
two stories and my dad had an art studio on the ground 
floor. My little brother, Chris, and I shared a room 
together. We were almost twins - separated by only a year 
and two weeks in age. He and I have a very special 
relationship that has lasted for over twenty years. I can 
remember going into the bathroom and finding the big blue 
pads that protect furniture. Well, I thought that they were 
diapers but couldn't figure out why there were no tapes on 
it. I tried it a few times but could never get it to work.
	One day I was exploring in the guest room and found in 
the dresser all of our old baby clothes including diapers 
and plastic pants. I can remember pulling out both a diaper 
and a pair of pants and trying them on. They still fit! I 
couldn't find any diaper pins so I just folded the diapers 
into the plastic pants. I never wet them, that would have 
caused too many problems. I wore the plastic pants several 
times to pre-school under my underpants. I even wore the  
diaper when we went to a friends house to play. I can still 
remember playing hide and seek and finding my way to a 
drainage pipe. I opened my pants to look at the diaper and 
how comfortable they felt.
	One night I was home with dad and Chris and we were 
eating pizza. Chris and I both had to go pee and so we went 
to the bathroom. I still had my plastic pants on and he saw 
them. I begged him not to tell dad, but he wouldn't listen.  
I got a major spanking when dad found out. He told me that 
the next day he was going to take all of the baby stuff and 
hide it. I was very upset and screamed that I would stay 
home and see where he hid them. Of course, I was sent to bed 
and never did find out what he did with the stuff. At age 
five, I couldn't outwit my dad on something like that.
	We moved not too long after that to Oxnard, California. 
About 6 months after we moved, my baby brother Daniel was 
born. For some reason, I never tried to use his diapers. I 
still was interested in them but I never tried anything. My 
great-aunt took us camping with some of her friends, who 
also brought along their baby boy. I borrowed two pampers 
from them and hid them in my sleeping bag thinking that I 
would get them when we got home and try them on then. Well, 
when we got home, they were nowhere to be found. I never did 
find out where they went.
	Not to long after that we visited my moms family in 
Phoenix. We went to  church with them and from somewhere, I 
came up with a diaper. I hid it in the bathroom and was 
going to go back for it after church. Well, when I went 
back, the diaper was gone. I could not win.
	A few years later, my dad got a job in Phoenix and so 
we moved again. We bought a home and settled into a quiet 
neighborhood. I had started baby sitting for families in the 
neighborhood. I was cheep and had a knack with little kids.  
They real liked me. That is when I started using diapers 
frequently. Most kids I baby-sat were still in diapers, at 
least at night, so it gave me access to a supply. I would 
usually use one or two after the kids were in bed. I would 
put them on and fasten that tapes on one side. The other 
side would not fit so I would use some kind of tape to 
secure it. I loved to wear the thick diapers and wet them. 
One summer, I baby-sat daily for a family where the mom had 
gone back to work. Their oldest was about three and still 
not potty trained. They used the pampers XL thick on him and 
I loved to use those diapers. I was getting older and my 
penis would grow when I put the diapers. One day, I was 
rubbing the diaper I had on and my penis started throbbing 
and I could feel the diaper growing wet. I though I had wet 
my diaper without trying and it kind of scared me. I changed 
the diaper and later figured out what that had been. I would 
occasionally do it again but I always felt real guilty for 
doing it.
	By this time I had gotten the nerve up to ride my bike 
down to the store and buy packages of pampers there. I would 
smuggle them into my room and wear them. I tried wearing 
them to school a couple of times but I would get too scared 
by the first hour or two and take them off in the bathroom. 
I would sometimes leave them rolled up in the corner of the 
stall. Wonder what the janitors thought when they found 
them. At one point I bought some plastic pants and found a 
cloth diaper and would wear that. Well, one day my dad 
called me in to his room. He held up the diaper and asked me 
where I had gotten it. I told him that I bought it and he 
nodded and sent me out to play.  He kept the diaper but 
nothing more was ever said. I was caught a few other times, 
but my parents never did anything about it. That surprised 
me because they were the types to have found a counselor for 
me. Oh, well.
	I would go on to wear diapers for the next several 
years. I always felt as if I was the only one and that I was 
a total freak. I always told myself that grownups don't wear 
diapers. I logically felt that there had to be others since 
I had heard of infantilism. I tried in the library here at 
the University but never found much. I had done countless 
searches on the topic of diapers on the Internet but never 
got anywhere. Finally, a few weeks ago, I stumbled across 
Pampers home page. I was so excited, I spent over four hours 
reading and following the links. I could have jumped up and 
down. I knew I wasn't alone and would be accepted by others.