Age 9: Desperate Beyond Description
After 6, I pretty much forgot about diapers for a while. Until this. My
parents and I were at a department store, sine they wanted to buy some
stuff (whatever it is parents buy in their free time). I was getting
bored, so they said that I could look around the store for things I
wanted and meet them back at the cashier;) I was walking around looking
for the snacks aisle (it not a small store to say the least) when I
confusedly found myself in the diapers section! I looked at all the
packages of diapers, and there were some big ones that would definitely
fit me. There was a huge urge, like some invisible force was pulling my
hands towards the packages. I looked around nervously; nobody was
around...I hastily ripped open one of the packages (thank god for easy-
open seals) and stuffed 2 diapers into each of my pockets, at this
point I was shaking a lot, and went back to looking for food, trying to
hide my boner (I thought my pants might rip with its force). Then this
middle-aged woman passed by, and I stuffed my hands into my pockets to
further hide the diapers. I had gotten smarter since age 6 (thank god)
and I tried to look casual, hoping she wouldn't notice how much I was
shaking. I always get really jittery when I'm stealing diapers, it must
be the tension. Anyway, I grabbed a bag of combos and hurried back to
where my parents were waiting. They paid for everything and we drove to
a big Italian restaurant. As we were eating, I tried to fight the urge
to go into the bathroom and do stuff with my diapers. I failed. As I
was there, I managed to use my common sense (didn't have much back
then, thinking, "No, I can't, what if they find out, that's really bad,
I can't let that happen, I have to wait, I can't do it now, wait until
we get home!!" So I just took a leak, carefully making sure the diapers
did not stick out of my pockets. On the way home, the car would not go
fast enough for me, I was so impatient from anticipation. Finally, we
got back, and I walked around downstairs so my mom would not notice me
walking funny up the stairs (I did that to avoid bending or otherwise
harming the diapers). As I got to my room, I closed my door to a crack,
so I could still hear if they came upstairs. Luckily, I had a real high
loft bed, so I took refuge up there. I had the perfect space to stash
things; my bed was in the corner of the room, both ends also supported
with large drawers for my clothes etc. There was a small space between
one drawer and the corner that I could access by slipping behind it (it
was too small for anyone else ;). I had always thought of it as my
secure, special headquarters. Putting 3 diapers in there, I climbed up
my loft bed and pulled down my pants and underwear. Yep, you guessed
it; a strong boner snapped to attention as I started unfolding the
diaper. I placed it under my butt and pulled up the front and then
brought the straps around my waist. I attached them - the diaper fit
perfectly, to my joy. Now, back then I didn't have the biggest bladder;
I needed a good pee by now...I lay back, propping my head up on a
pillow, and let loose. I watched the yellow spot appear and grow on the
front of the diaper; it was one of those cool old ones that had the
part in front to show when you were wet. This one had Mickey Mouse
fishing in a lake; as the spot grew, the word WET appeared on the
front. As I emptied, still watching the spot, I bathed in the sensual
warmth in my pelvis and around the bottom of the diaper, becoming
really aroused. Unfortunately, I did not know was masturbation was at
this point; I bet it would have been great right about then. As I
checked the inside of the diaper, my "woody" was leaking clear, sticky
stuff (pre-cum?). I continued to lie there, basking in the warmth until
dinner. Of course this had to lead to more diaper experiences...
Age 9, part 2 is coming soon...sorry for the late update.