Diapered Buddhist

As a Buddhist I believe when we die, our soul leaves our body and goes 
to another place. It doesn't matter how you would call this place: some 
call it Heaven, but just let's say it's a place where all the souls go. 
They get the choice – later on - to come back as another living being 
on earth. It's up to them to choose if they come back as an insect, an 
animal, a flower, a tree or a human being. And then there is the choice 
to come back as a male or a female. It's perfect possible that in the 
next life you change into the opposite sex. And they aren't pushed to 
come back. If they want to stay in that place, they can. It depends on 
what experiences they would like to make… Now let me tell you about 
what happened to me. It's rather unbelievable!

I was searching a way to become immortal. 25 years old and already busy 
several years with spiritual things. The Buddhist philosophy believes 
in reincarnation. Now, I did practice meditation a lot. And it was 
during one of these sessions, when something happened. I was so 
concentrated and I felt so totally relaxed. Nothing could have 
disturbed me. It was like I was floating. My soul left my body and 
started flying away. It was as fast as lightening. And suddenly, my 
soul was inside the body of a little 5-year-old boy. I looked around 
and it seemed I was in Kindergarten. "Hey, baby" I heard a boy say to 
me "did you wet already your diaper?" The boy who said this was a 
little freckle nosed boy. He was standing too close, surrounded by 
other boys. Now, you have to remind I was an adult soul in a body of a 
5-year-old and I was a master of martial arts (my favourite was tai 
chi, but I did other martial arts as well). In a reflex my thumb pushed 
on one point on his body and the little brat fell on the floor in a 
deep sleep. I did this so fast that all the other kids hadn't time to 
see what happened. But they realized it had something to do with me. 
They all ran away and started playing somewhere else, not saying 
anything. Our teacher noticed the boy lying asleep on the floor and she 
picked him up and brought him over to the corner where the kids take a 
nap in the afternoon and she laid him on a mattress. Now I got the time 
to calmly examine the situation. First I started to examine myself. I 
got up and walked over to a sink in the room. There I stepped up on a 
box and I could look at myself in a mirror. I was amazed: I saw a small 
boy, blond hair, blue eyes, wearing a blue T-shirt with little bears 
and red shorts. Under my shorts you could see a bulge, clearly visible. 
I took my waist band and pulled at it. I saw a disposable baby diaper 
under my shorts. I think it was a Pampers size 5. And it felt like it 
was warm, so I must have peed in it. "Well, Randy. Admiring yourself?" 
I heard a woman's voice. I looked at her: it was a nice lady, about 30 
years old and smiling at me. "Come with me and I'll change your diaper" 
I stepped off and followed her. We went into a separate room and there 
was a changing table. She picked me up and laid me down onto it. "You 
know you're my favourite little boy in class? You're the only one still 
in diapers and I wish there were more" I tried to say something, but I 
couldn't. Obviously I had chosen a boy that wasn't potty trained and 
that couldn't speak. And then I realized it was a wish I had made 
sometime ago: to become a small child again and to be babied. The lady 
started to pull down my shorts. When they were around my ankles, she 
pulled my T-shirt up so my tummy was naked. My hands reached to the 
front of my diaper and started feeling the material. "Yes, I know: 
feels good, hum, a wet diaper?" With this said she opened the tapes and 
pulled the front of the diaper between my open legs. I felt the fresh 
air on my privates and I couldn't help it but I had to look at my pee-
pee, because I wanted to know if it was big enough to play with. I got 
a little up and took a look; yes, it seemed I was well shaped for such 
a small boy. It was still limp but looked like it was 2 to 3 inches 
long. My little hands were going down this time to grip my pee-pee. She 
stopped me and took a baby wipe and started to clean around my privates 
and then she did my butt. Feeling her going between my butt cheeks and 
especially feeling her clean my little butt hole, made me grow an 
erection. My little pee-pee became a big and hard pee-pee - 4 inches 
long! "Wow, Randy, seems like you're happy" she giggled. Again I tried 
to grip my pee-pee: I wanted to play with it! "No, Randy. You can't. I 
know you're a little boy and little boys play with their pee-pees but 
you can't do it when there's someone else around. Let me put you in a 
fresh diaper." I stopped, but I was disappointed. (Masturbation is a 
normal thing; it's not bad. It's just a normal and healthy stage during 
childhood in which boys learn to know and understand their body (how 
the different zones of their body react). There is no particular age to 
start: most boys start in their first years, even before they could 
walk. As a parent or educator, just let them experience, but tell them 
they only can do it when there's no one around). The lady then took 
some baby powder and sprinkled some around my crotch. She took a 
diaper, unfolded it and continued pulling my legs back by my ankles and 
slipping the diaper under my buttocks. My erection still hadn't come 
down, but she just pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs 
and taped the diaper in place, adjusting it for a comfortable and snug 
fit. When she was finished, I sat up and looked down at my diaper. It 
felt great! She gently pushed me back down and pulled my shorts over my 
diaper. She helped me off the changing table and I noticed the diaper 
crinkle every time I moved. We got back to the other kids. The little 
freckle nosed boy was still asleep and the other kids didn't dare to 
approach me. So, I had plenty of time to enjoy my new life and the 
diapers...