Subject:      ~The Beginning - Part 1
From:         sammy 
Date:         1998/03/21
Message-ID:   <3513BAB5.200F@opus.net>
Newsgroups:   alt.sex.fetish.diapers

The following is an account of my first encounter with real diapers.

When the family next door moved, they left behind several boxes of
trash.  My parents offered to put the boxes out with our trash on the
regular pick-up day, my mother told me to put the boxes in our garage.
After stacking everything in a corner, I decided to look to see what
they had decided to throw out.  In the second box I looked in I found 20
diapers and 4 pair of Playtex Latex rubber pants.  The rubber pants were
still in the containers, they had never been used.

I had struck gold, I had real diapers, I could now find out just how it
felt to be a real baby.  I had been interested in diapers for several
years but had never had the oppotunity to do anything about it.  Here
was my chance, I snuck everything into the house and hid them in my
closet under boxes of baseball cards.

Every night for the next week I would go to bed, wait until I was sure
my parents were watching TV then sneak a diaper out of the closet and
pull it up between my legs.  What a feeling!  I would lay there and
dream about using my diaper, I could picture myself standing in front of
a mirror wearing nothing but a diaper and rubber pants.  I started to
form a plan, I was going to wear a diaper and rubber pants to church the
next Sunday.

I woke up Sunday morning, my heart was pounding as I thought about what
I was about to do.  After breakfast I went to my room to get dressed, I
took out 2 diapers and a pair of the rubber pants.  I waited until I was
sure my mother and father were busy getting ready, I laid on the floor
next to my bed and carefully pinned the the diapers as tight as I could.
The rubber pants were toddler size but would easily stretch to fit over
my now diapered butt.  I quickly put on a pair of pants and a shirt so
my parents wouldn't catch me, then looked in the mirror.  My pants
bulged a little, but I was sure no one could see anything when I wore a
suit coat.  I finished dressing and went to the living room to wait, my
heart was beating so hard and fast I was sure everyone could hear it.

My parents came downstairs and told me they were ready to leave, I had
reached the point of no return, I was going to church wearing a diaper.
I don't remember much about the ride, I was now having second thoughts,
I knew if I got caught I was in serious trouble.  Why did I do this???
When we arrived and I got out of the car I was sure that everyone could
see my diaper.  I knew that it showed when I walked, I knew I was going
to get caught for sure.

When we took our place in the pew I figured that I had gotten away with
it so far, I could rest easy.  Just before the sermon started I knew
that I had to pee and I didn't think that I could hold it.  This had not
been part of my plan, I was just going to wear the diaper, not use it.
I had forgotten to go to the bathroom before I got dressed.  What was I
going to do?  I had never tried using a diaper, I didn't know if it
would leak, I didn't know how well the rubber pants worked.  The more I
though about these things, the more I had to pee.  We were standing,
singing a hymn when I felt the first warm feelings, I was peeing and I
couldn't stop.  I felt the warmth spread between my legs and back to my
butt, I finally stopped but not before my diaper was soaked.

I knew for sure that I was going to leave a big wet spot on the pew
cushion, I ran my hand under my butt but couldn't feel anything.  It
felt good to sit there in a wet diaper, I was really enjoying the
feeling.  Before I knew it the sermon was finished and we were standing
for the last hymn.  I looked down to see if there was a wet spot, the
seat was dry, the rubber pants had done their job.

What a feeling walking out of church with a wet diaper, and the ride
home was great.  I didn't want to take it off so I decided to wait until
after lunch before I changed my clothes.

Sunday night I laid in bed remembering every detail of my diaper Sunday,
it was the best feeling.  I thought about how I had gotten away with
wearing a diaper in public, now I started to plan other places to go.  I
did feel some guilt, an 11 year old boy acting like a baby.  What would
my parents think if they caught me?  What would people think if they
found out what I was doing?  I then remembered the good feelings and put
the guilty thoughts aside.

If you would like to hear more true adventures of more than 40 years of
wearing diapers, please respond to the group.  If you do not want to
hear any more, please respond in the same manner.  I will not continue
unless there is a favorable response.

DO NOT USE THE E-MAIL ADDRESS.

Sammy

From: sammy 
Subject: ~The Beginning - Part 2
Date: Sun, 22 Mar 1998 10:45:29 -0500

I could hardly sleep Sunday night, I kept thinking about wearing a
diaper to church and more than that, I used my diaper.  I had already
started to make plans for Monday, I was going to be alone, my parents
would both be at work and I would have the entire day to play in
diapers.  Just the thought of wearing a diaper and all the fun I could
have, kept me from sleeping.

I was awake long before my parents, planning what I was going to do.  I
knew that I had to wash my diapers from the day before and get them dry
before anyone came home.  The rest of the day I was going to enjoy
myself.  I ate breakfast with my mother and father and listened to the
radio.  It seemed like they would never leave, the wait was driving me
crazy, I could feel the diaper between my legs, I wanted them to hurry
up and leave.

I watched as the car turned the corner and went out of sight, I was
going to be alone at last.  My heart was pounding as I ran up the stairs
to my room.  I went into the back of the closet and moved the boxes to
get my diapers, I was so excited I could hardly stand it.  I had just
picked up the diapers when I noticed a funny feeling, I had just wet my
pants, not much but enough for it to show.  I was acting just like a
baby, I guess I really needed to wear diapers.

It wasn't long before I was standing in front of the mirror admiring my
diapered image.  I decided to wear just the diaper and a tee shirt for
awhile, I was going to wash my wet pants, underware and the diapers from
the day before.  I started down the stairs carrying my clothes, oh what
a feeling, the bulk of the diapers made walking a little odd but they
felt so good.  I was putting the clothes in the washer when I peed
myself, almost without thinking.  I didn't pee allot, but enough to make
it feel good.

I spent the rest of the morning playing in the attic with my erector
set.  I peed a couple more times and by lunch I was soaked.  I ate lunch
and decided to change into a dry diaper, then check to see if the
clothes were dry.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do with the wet
diaper I was wearing, but I would think of something.

After changing myself I rinsed the wet diaper in water and hung it in
the attic until I made up my mind what I was going to do with it.  I
took the dry clothes to my room, hid the diapers and put my jeans on.  I
was going to ride my bike to the river to see if any of my friends were
there.

If felt funny riding my bike with all the extra padding on my butt.  I
got to the river, but no one was there, I leaned my bike against a tree
and walked along the bank.  It wasn't much fun at the river without my
friends, there wasn't much to do.  I was throwing rocks into the river
when I had that familiar feeling, I had to poop.  I hadn't given that a
thought, a wet diaper was all I had planned on, I wasn't sure if I
should try pooping.  I decided to wait until I got home and started to
walk back to my bike, I don't know what changed my mind but before I
knew it I was pushing a big mess into my diaper.  It felt good, I was
standing along the river bank pooping in my diaper.

It is hard to describe the feeling as I sat on the seat of my bike and
tried to peddle home.  I was now wet along with the big lump in the seat
of my diaper.  I was sure I would see someone I knew and they would find
out that I had done.  I started to get that guilty feeling again, I was
doing something wrong I thought.  I asked myself, "Who was I hurting?",
and the same answer kept coming back, "No one."

What a mess I had to clean up, I had poop all over my butt.  I got
myself cleaned up and put on regular underpants.  I rinsed the dirty
diaper and took it up to the attic and hung it to dry.  I figured I
would wash everything the next day.

I started to think about what I was going to do the next day, I knew I
had to go somewhere in diapers.  I was really enjoying myself, I could
now understand why babies did not want to give up their diapers.

Part 3 - Diapers and the movies.

Sammy

From: sammy 
Subject: ~The Beginninn - Part 3
Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 10:59:16 -0500

THE MOVIE

Of the 2 movies in the town where I lived, one showed the Superman
series and cartoons on Saturday's.  I decided that since I had gotten
away with wearing diapers to church, I could wear a diaper to the movie
and no one would know the difference.

I got up before my parents Saturday morning, put on a diaper and a pair
of the Playtex rubber pants.  I was very careful to make sure that there
were no big bulges that my friends would notice.  I wore a tee shirt
outside my jeans to help hide my diaper.  I was eating breakfast when my
mom came into the kitchen.

"Where are you going today, honey?"
"I'm going to the movies with the other kids."
"Your father and I have to go to town, we should be home by 2:00 this
afternoon.  You stay out of trouble and don't invite anyone in the house
while we are gone.  Do you understant?"
"Yes mom, I won't get into any trouble."

Mom and dad left and I took off for the movie.  I walked down the alley
behind our house, enjoying the feeling of the diaper as I walked.  I ran
into Russ and his sister and we walked together to Market Street.  We
talked about the normal things and they didn't give me any strange
looks, so I knew my diaper was unnoticed.

We went into the movie and sat in the middle, I was between Russ's
sister and another girl.  The movie started, I had almost forgotten that
I was wearing a diaper until I felt like I had to pee.  I didn't want to
pee too soon, I held back, I wanted to wait until the Superman series
started.

The first movie was a western, about a lost gold mine, I forgot about
the urge to pee until it was over and the cartoons started.  I had to
pee very bad and I didn't think I could hold it much longer, I decided
to go just a little at a time.  It took awhile before I could let
anything out, then I felt the warmth spread through the front of my
diaper.  I stopped the flow and sat there enjoying the feeling of the
wet diaper, but I still had to pee bad.  I waited as long as I could and
let some more out, I was going to stop again but it felt so good to
relieve the pressure and I couldn't stop.  I felt the warm pee run down
between my legs and into the seat of my diaper, it felt so good I
couldn't stop.

It wasn't until after I finished that I knew I had made a mistake, I was
leaking, I could feel the wet on the legs of my jeans.  I figured if I
sat through the entire movie it might dry a little, wrong.  The wet spot
spread across my entire butt, I was soaked and so was the seat, I was
going to get caught.  I didn't remember much about the Superman movie or
the second show, I was trying to think of ways to get out of the movie
without being seen.

Russ's sister made the comment that she could smell pee, and wondered
where it was coming from.  I didn't say a word, I just sat there in my
soaking wet diaper.

The movie was almost over and I decided to leave, I told Russ that I had
to get home before my mother go mad.  I got up and made my way past Russ
and the 3 or 4 people between me and the aisle.  Russ and his sister
said that they were going too and got up and followed me.  I knew for
sure that I was caught.

When we got outside Russ was the first to notice the wet area on my
butt.

"Sam, what did you do, wet your pants?"

I couldn't answer, I just started walking, heading for the alley where I
knew there wouldn't be too many people.  Russ caught up to me and asked
me again what had happened.  His sister, who was 2 years older was
standing there, laughing at me.  I told them that I had a problem and I
didn't want them to tell anyone.  I told them that I had to wear diapers
because my mother did not want anyone to find out I had a medical
problem.  I made Russ and his sister promise not to say a work to
anyone, not even their parents, if they did I would get in trouble with
my mother and father.  They said they wouldn't say a word to anyone.

I got home without too many people seeing me, and anyone who did didn't
say anything.  I was never so frightened in my life, I was sure that my
mother would find out, I would be in more trouble than I had ever been
in my life.

I got out of my wet clothes and took the diaper and my jeans to the
washer.  I had to get everything cleaned up before my parents came home.
I hoped that I cold get everything dry in time.

I didn't know it at the time, I had started the biggest lie of my life
and I was going to have to lie allot more before this was over.

The funny part about all of it, I enjoyed the experience, I was hooked
on diapers.


Part 4, The lie continues.