1-2-3 Diaper Me -or- A Day Too Hot? Situation: Nathen Holiswaker, I am 15 but 14 at the time, I was (am) a diaper wearer, I had (have) a girlfriend called Imogen. I was wearing a diaper that day because I hadn't worn it near my girlfriend or family and friends before. Story: it was a beautiful hot day in summer. We had all the family over and friends and anybody else for the matter. It was turning to 2:00 and from nowhere a full-borne water fight ensued for it being so hot. I joined in, rationally, as to stay away from diaper-filling concerns. I didn't want to draw attention to my exit halfway though the battle. I wanted to go, but not wanting to draw attention to myself, I squatted in a back corner and went for a pee and a poo. The diaper kicked in and the moisture went away and only the soft, squidgy poo was left. The diaper was safe and the contents secure. Back to the battle. I had stayed mostly dry for most of the fight. I was lucky, considering most people were drenched. However, it made me more of a profitable target. My smaller cousin Ian threw a bucket of water over my head. My first intention was to charge after him, but then the diaper started to fill. I looked down as the absorbency of the liquid started to push against my crotch. It wouldn't stop, neither would the smell. The poo in the diaper mixed with the water and began to stink. I moved on gingerly now, knowing I had to get in before any more accidents. Then, from nowhere: "Ugh! What�s that stink?" It was my second cousins Anne and Sophie, both 13, both identical in every way. "That smells like Daisy." (my new younger cousin) Suddenly I felt I hand on my bum. I turned around instinctively to see the two devils there. "Nathers made in his diaper!" I lowered myself to their level. "What do you want? Shut up!" I whispered. They laughed and turned singing, "Nathers laid an egg in his diaper!" I bolted upstairs, aware that I needed to get out of this diaper and into something else. I rammed though the door went straight to the cupboard and turned just in time to see my aunt Tracy cleaning up for Jessie (2 and a bit year old girl). I was rather regretting picking up a diaper because now I was standing in front of a young mom with a potty training kid 12 years younger, holding an Active-fit diaper and letting off a smell of poo and a diaper tape showing. She sighed and said, �Lie down.� I refused but it didn't work. She diapered me up very quickly. She didn't care about my throbbing erection. She used the diaper I had in my hand. The old diaper was off in two seconds and then she wiped me down, put on some powder and the new soft flat nappy was put on. I was trying to focus on what just happened but things kept getting in the way. I was done in two minutes. She sat me up and told me to put on a new set of clothes. I thanked her as I left (I still can't get over that bit.) I got changed and went downstairs. Imogen was in the lounge as I walked in. We sat next to each other talking and watching TV when the two devils Anne and Sophie returned. They were still were singing their stupid song. I ignored them until they addressed Imogen. I can't remember what they said, but when they left Imogen turned to me and reached down my back. She felt the diaper and her hand retracted quickly. I expected a huge reaction, but there was nothing. I now enjoy a rather more sexual relationship with Imogen. This is all a real account and I struggle to get my head around it. Just think of all of this happening to you in one hour or less. A lot changed that day-- diapers ,impressions, relationships-- but it was all real and bloody scary and didn't use any swear words, but in real life there were trillions going though my head.