| Title:
| 1-Diapered, 2-Cribbed, 3-Bottle
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| Name:
| Allen S.
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| Email:
| Not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 14
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 12/28/08
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Summary:
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This story is about how I was sent back to wearing diapers. It's an interesting read.
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--Where it began�
I was a usual bed-wetter and my parents got tired of washing sheets.
One day I got tired of waking up soaked, so my parents bought me
Goodnights at age 8. I calmly agreed to wear them because I was getting
sick of the bed-wetting, too.
After a few nights of wearing them I began to notice how comfortable
they were, so one night I wet on purpose, therefore starting my diaper
addiction.
--Afterwards�
After a year in a half of wearing Goodnights I had stop wetting the bed
and my parents stopped buying me goodnights.
--Where is Gets Interesting�
My Mom had gotten pregnant when I was 12 years old and they started to
turn our guest room into a nursery. It had been 2 years since I had
worn a diaper, except for one time when I was dared to wear one after
losing a basketball game, and I was excited to get a new baby sister.
My older brother didn't seem too excited, though. He was 15.
After a few months of my mom being pregnant they went out of town for
the weekend and my brother went on a trip with his buddies. I was left
with a sitter and my addiction was growing stronger.
The sitter had to run out for a few hours and she trusted me to stay
home alone during that time. I just sat on the couch and watched T.V.
for a few moments, then got thirsty. I went into the kitchen and opened
the fridge and focused on the milk for some reason. Then it hit me to
take out a baby bottle and fill it with warm milk. I don't know how the
thought came, but I guess the addiction says it all.
I had my warm bottle of milk and wondered the house for a bit. I walked
down the hall where all the bedrooms where, mine, my brothers, my
parents, and then the Nursery! I walk into the nursery and looked at
all the neat things I'd love to use/be in again. I found some diapers,
and wondered if I should try them on. The diaper package wasn't open
yet, so I wondered if it would be obvious that I had used one, when my
parents saw it open. I just ignored that thought and hopped up on the
changing table, put powder on me, and then put the diaper on. I
struggled a bit of course. It seemed to be a good fit.
I picked up my bottle and wondered the house for a bit and realized how
much I wanted to be a baby again. I had decided to take a nap in the
crib. The crib had a top on it, and the side of it slid open, so it was
like a box. I opened the crib and got in. I shut the door of the crib,
and I laid there for a bit sucking on my bottle. The lights of the room
were already turned off so I dozed off. I woke up about an hour later
and my sitter still wasn't back. I could tell because I didn't hear
anything at all. I went to open the crib so I can get rid of all my
tracks of using the bottle and diaper, then I just about started to cry
(Where it gets interesting), I COULDN'T OPEN THE DOOR OF THE CRIB! I
WAS TRAPPED!
I just sat there with tears filling up my eyes, with me in nothing but
a diaper, holding a baby bottle. After about 20 minutes, I heard the
door open, and was terrified my baby sitter would tell my parents.
Someone entered the room and turned on the lights, by this time I had
soiled my diaper, and I heard my brother, laughing at baby Allen. He
immediately called some of his buddies over to come and see my trapped
in the crib with a diaper on.
After that nightmare was over, another one started. My sitter had come
back and was completely puzzled. She just left me in the crib and
walked away, while she picked me up out of the crib and changed me into
underwear and clothes. She told me that she would not tell my parents,
because she assumed I just wanted to see what it was like, we both
convinced my brother not to say a word.
--2 Months Later--
I was now 13 and my mom was expected our new sister to be coming within
2-3 months. Mom and dad were going out to a 0friend�s house and my
brother decided to go with them, as he had a friend there.
They let me stay home alone while they were gone. I just watched T.V.
for a bit, and got thirsty (Uh oh..). I looked at the milk again and
thought to myself, how last time had ended up a disaster. Then I
decided I would do it so I wouldn't get caught this time. I got my
bottle, and went into the nursery and got diapered again. I laid into
the crib and didn't think about the last time, I was just enjoying
myself. I grabbed a teddy bear, while the gate was down and wanted to
nap. I closed the gate (OH SHIT) forgetting that I couldn't open it
from inside, and fell asleep.
Hours later, I opened my eyes because I noticed the lights turn on. I
quickly tried to get out of the crib and realized what I had done. I
checked my diaper to make sure it wasn't wet/messed so I wouldn't get
in as much trouble, but.. It was both #1'd and #2'd. My mom walked over
to the crib, first looking amazed, then angry.
She left to room to get my dad, and he started chuckling. I was crying
once again, desperate to get out and run away, Then I tried to explain
to my parents how I just wanted to try it and they said they understood
and I wasn't in trouble, Then commented on how cute of a baby I was.
My brother walks in.. "AGAIN!?!?" he shouted, my parents turned to him
and asked what he meant by again, and he had explained how I had done
this before while they were gone.
My mom quickly opened the crib, took me out, laid me onto the changing
table, and changed my diaper, I cried so badly. She noticed my erected
and immediately determined I liked to wear diapers, but I was still
crying, dad left the room to do something. Mom finished diapering me
and put me back into the crib, moments later she came back in with a
warm bottle of milk and put me to bed.
--Morning--
She woke me up and changed me again, I started to cry again, This time,
she had put plastic pants on me, and then put baby pajamas with feet
and you could open it where my diaper was, for the convenience of
changing me easier. She took me into the kitchen, where I saw my old
Highchair, and placed me in it, buckled me, and locked the tray into
place. She served me breakfast after she put my bib on my, I was
sniffling and refused to eat the baby food, She told me "Baby doesn't
want the Choo Choo Train?!" and I sighed. I told he I had to use the
bathroom then, she smiled and turned around, I knew what this meant, so
I just went in the diaper.
After breakfast she took me to the nursery then changed me. And then
took me to my room, and to my amazement, had been turned into a nursery
too, with a changing table, crib, and baby wall paper, Everything!
She told me, "If you want to be a baby, you got is sweety". I started
to cry a bit then I realized I sorta got what I wanted. But I was
humiliated. Luckily I was home schooled and didn't need to go out this
way, unless my mom made me.
For the last year, I have been diapered along with my baby sister. She
calls us her 2 wittle babies.
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That's how I became a baby again, so be careful on your actions kids.