| Title:
| Marty
|
| Name:
| Brandon
|
| Email:
| not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 22
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| Posting Date:
| 03/07/10
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| Story Contents:
|
| 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- White diapers* | | 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 |
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
|
8 (40%)
|
Hi, My name is Mark. This is my true account of my interest in
diapering. I've been into diapering, wetting & messing my pants since I
was 12 years old. At first, I used to go in my underwear draw and use
the oldest pairs as diapers. I figured my mom would never noticed them
missing. As I got older, I made makeshift cloth diapers out of old bed
sheets and pillow cases. My mom found them once and asked me about
them. I can't remember what I said, but the issue never came up again.
One day, while walking home from high school, I found an unused baby
diaper. I played with it for days. I don't remember at what age I
actually bought real adult diapers. I think it was when I was 18 and
had my first real job. I tried everything from belted undergarments to
full nighttime diapers. I also found a store that had a full stock of
discontinued Salk reusable products. Although I've always turned on by
diapers and soiled pants. I never really needed them medically. I
always wished I had to wear them. About a year and a half ago, my wish
sort of came true. Due to being diabetic, I've developed bladder
control problems at the age of 30. It has become impossible to go on
long trips without wearing a diaper. I put on 3 pairs of Depends pull
up style undergarments. When I soak 1 pair, I rip the sides to get it
off and pull up the remaining dry pairs. This allows me to change
without taking my pants all the way off. It took a while to get used to
the extra bulk, but not having to deal with the tapes and carrying
around extra diapers makes it worth while. The pull up style adult
diapers are probably the best invention in diapers yet. I also have to
wear them at night when I've had too much of the wrong things to eat or
drink in my diet.
My favorite part of this site is the sightings. Keep up the good work.
Your diapered friend, Mark.
It all started when my brother and I were having one of our fights. We
tend to have these fights often. I would call him a dork and he would
say, �Stop it, Mark!� and I would just laugh at him. And then he will
go and tell our mother. My mother would then come in and yell at me
saying that I should be more nicer to my little brother. I said, �fine�
and she walked off.
That night I went into my brother�s room and I put his fingers in warm
water, trying to make him wet his bed. He then woke up and started to
scream, "MOM!" I told him to shut up, and then my mother came in and
yelled at me. The next morning I woke up and I felt a little damp. It
turns out my mother had made me wet my bed. My mother came in and said,
�Why is your bed wet?� and I said, �I don�t know.� She said, �You must
have wet it.� I said, �No, I didn't.� She said, �If you are going to
wet your pants like a baby we need to buy you stuff so you can be
treated like one, too.� Thinking she was joking, I changed into clean
clothes and I started with my day.
My mom asked me to come to the grocery store with her and I normally do
anyways, so I said yes. We arrived at the grocery store and she told me
to go buy a soda and meet her next to the bathrooms, so I did. While I
was going to the bathrooms she grabbed me and pulled me into the unisex
bathroom. I didn�t know what was going on. I didn�t say anything. I
just looked at my mom, and then my mom started to take out some
quarters and put them into the diaper machine. The diaper machine is
where you put a dollar in and it will spit out a size 6 Pampers. So a
diaper came out and I started to figure out what she was doing. She
grabbed me and pulled my sweat pants down and pulled my boxers down and
spanked me. She kept spanking me until my bottom was cherry red, and
then she said, �If you want to act like a baby we are going to treat
you like a baby.�
The next thing I knew, I was standing there wearing nothing but a
diaper and a short shirt. I asked her if I could put my regular clothes
back on and she said no. So we walked around the store and I saw one of
my friends. I tried to avoid him but my mom called him over. He just
looked at me in shock and started to chuckle.
Once I went home I went straight up to my room and when I got there I
saw that my bed was replaced with a crib. There was a HUGE changing
table with a lot of diapers on it and all the other baby stuff.
I knew from that moment my life would not be the same.