| Title:
| David's Story
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| Name:
| David
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 16
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| Posting Date:
| 02/01/09
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| Story Contents:
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| 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 diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying | ●
| | N- Aunt | ● | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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First and foremost, this is a TRUE account. (To the best of my knowlegde) The characters
and settings have not been altered in any
way. This is the story of when I was 6 years old, and had to wear diapers. There is no
sexual content, WHATSOEVER. this is my first
story I have EVER written, so please be nice. I also appreciate constructive criticism
annd positive feedback. So feel free to write me.
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Before I begin, allow me to give you a little background information.
At the time of the following events, I was six years old, and I was a
heavy bedwetter. Okay, let's get on with the story.
It was June 4, 1996. I woke up to the smell of urine. I've always been
a bedwetter, to be more specific, a heavy bedwetter. I got down from my
bed, and changed. I wasn't wearing diapers because my mom thought that
I would grow out of bedwetting soon enough. That day I was very excited
for a good reason, I would get to visit my cousin that I haven't seen
in a long time. After changing, I quickly went downstairs and saw my
mom making pancakes. The second my mom saw me she quickly proceeded to
ask me questions.
"So did you get a good night's sleep?" My mom would always ask.
And I would usually answer with; "Yup, but I had an accident."
You see, my mom was a very open person. Back then, I could probably get
away with murder. And then, my mom asked me the question that would
begin this experience.
"If you keep wetting the bed, I'm gonna have to buy diapers for you to
sleep in."
And I of course, would answer like this; "But I don't need them mommy."
My mom then told me to get ready because I had to get to my
grandparents house by noon.
My mom pulled into the driveway of my grandmother's house. I was very
excited at this point. Holding my hand, my mom led me up to the door.
She knocked a few times, then like clockwork, my grandma opened the
door. As soon as she did, I bolted up the stairs. The second I reached
the top, I started scoping the living room. And there, right in front
of the TV, was my cousin Zachary. Or Zach, for short. My cousin wasn't
completely toilet trained, and he was just a few weeks younger than me.
My mom then proceeded with the hugs and kisses goodbye, leaving me and
my cousin to play Mario Kart on the Nintendo 64. For the next 2 days,
it was just me, my cousin, my grandma, and my aunt Dianne. I'm going to
skip through to the interesting parts now.
It was time to get ready for bed, I had just finished my bath and my
grandma and aunt were drying us off and getting us ready. My mom had
called my grandma while I was getting my bath and told her my
bedwetting problem. My grandma asked my aunt if she could borrow a
diaper. She was quickly greeted with a few diapers instead of one.
While my cousin Zach had one diaper on him, my grandma had put 2 on me,
afraid that I would leak. We were quickly put into bed and the lights
shut off.
I woke up around three in the morning only to discover that I had
almost completely leaked through both diapers, while my cousin had only
leaked a little. Not knowing what to do, I started to cry. My grandma
rushed in and made the same discovery as I had. She came over to me and
started to comfort me. My grandma said that I should get cleaned up.
She set me on a changing table and proceeded to clean me up. She
diapered me up into 2 very thick, disposable diapers. I could barely
move, so she carried me into the bed and kissed me goodnight.
I woke up again at around 8:00 by my cousin, I was about to get myself
off the bed and realized that I couldn't move. I moved the sheets off
of my legs and saw that I had just barely leaked through both of the
diapers. With the help of my cousin, I managed to get off the bed.
Waddling into the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and got dressed into my
briefs. We then ate a really big breakfast involving french toast,
bacon, and other items.
After breakfast, we went downstairs and decided to watch Toy Story.
After the first half hour, I started to get really drowsy. I woke up to
my grandma saying my name in a soothing voice. I woke up and quickly
realized what had happened. Within ten minutes of sleeping, I had peed
my pants. Now my grandma was a patient person, but enough was enough.
She changed me into some new underwear and shorts, and took me to K-
mart.
My grandma quickly led me through the aisles and into the baby section.
Now I was a really small kid for my age, so my grandma picked up a
package of Pampers size 5. Just then, my stomach started to hurt and I
knew I had to poop. I tugged on my grandma's arm and told her my
situation. She then started to rush me to the restroom when an employee
told us not to run. Listening to that employee was a big mistake,
because right when I slowed down, an avalanche of poop began to fill my
briefs. I started crying and my grandma could easily smell what had
just happened. She told me to wait inside the bathroom while she went
to go pay for the items. It was probably one of the smelliest moments
of my life. My grandma then returned with the package of diapers. She
laid me onto the changing table when some women walked in. they
proceeded to ask my grandma why someone of my age was wearing diapers.
She then lied with a simple; "He's very sick." It seemed to have worked
because they stopped asking questions and proceeded with whatever
business they had.
We arrived at the house and I was in nothing but a diaper and a t-
shirt. She called the doctors office and set up an appointment.
Throughout the entire way home and the phone call, I had already pooped
in the diapers uncontrollably 3 times. She quickly diapered me into a
new one and got me back into the car.
We arrived at the doctor's office at around 4:00. The doctor then
proceeded to ask questions about the incidents, ran some tests, and
concluded with the result of a stomach virus. He said it was not
contagious and that I should wear diapers until it passed.
As soon as we left the doctor's office, my grandma had called my aunt
and decided that we should go to the park. We first went home and got
everything ready. My cousin wanted to fit in with me, and when I was
only in a diaper and t-shirt, he wanted to look the same. So he got
what he wanted, we were just two little kids in diapers.
We arrived at the park and were unstrapped from our booster seats. I
looked towards the end of the park and noticed my friend Stephanie, her
twin brother Paul, and her slightly older sister Sarah. I didn't want
her to see me in a diaper, but it was too late. She had already spotted
me and was running over to say hi. She asked me why I was wearing a
diaper, and I told her I was sick.
I should also mention that my sixteen year old cousin, Tiffany, was
there to make sure we didn't get hurt. Tiffany was very protective of
us. And she didn't mind changing me or Zach. While I was on the swings,
I needed to use the bathroom really badly, but I was having too much
fun to stop. Then, it hit. I completely filled the diaper with my poop.
I then fell off the swing and Tiffany rushed over. She found that I had
scraped my elbow and was desperately in need of a change. She carried
me over to the grass, and proceeded to change me. After I got elbow
cleaned up, I ran back over to the playground.
It was 7:00 when my aunt said we had fifteen more minutes of playtime
before we had to leave. During that fifteen minute period, we had all,
without noticing ourselves, soiled ourselves. We didn't care, we were
just busy having fun. After the fifteen minutes, all the adults had
come over to check our diapers, and weren't surprised with the results.
We were cleaned up, put into fresh diapers, and said our goodbyes to
each other.
That night wasn't much different from the previous one. Except that my
diaper had exploded in my sleep from too much poop. We were all cleaned
up and I was getting ready for my mom to pick me up.
At about 5:30, my mom had picked me up, asked about the diapers, and
took me home. After about two weeks of wearing diapers, the stomach
virus had passed and I was perfectly fine. Soon, however, when I was
about to start school, I had thrown up in my sleep and pooped in my
pants. We went to the doctors and found out that whenever I throw up, I
lose all control of my bowels and bladder. So, all the way through
first grade and half of second, I had to be re-toilet trained.
I am currently day-trained. But to this very day, I still have to wear
diapers whenever I get any kind of stomach virus. Which I often got.
I'm actually wearing two very full diapers because I have the flu and
have been unable to get up to change myself. Why I'm wearing two?
Because I did not want to leak. That�s my story of my first two days
back in diapers. I hope you enjoyed it and if I get enough positive
feedback, I'll write more.