I was a bed wetter as a boy. My mother forced me to wear diapers to bed 
until college. She loved to humiliate me and thought it would make me 
stop wetting. When she got home from work late at night, and half in 
the bag, she would check to see if I had a diaper on, if not she pulled 
off my underwear and diapered me, legs in the air, like a baby. She 
used lotion and powder and added a few smacks on the ass. I used cloth 
diapers until I was fourteen and they came out with disposable diapers. 
The cloth diapers were doubled with plastic pants. When we had company 
over I had to come out in my diaper and a shirt to say good night. If 
my cousins, male and female, were there they teased me until I cried. 
Several times when I was thirteen my mother let her friend from work, 
also drunk, help to diaper me. They were laughing and my mother 
pretended she couldn�t find the pins as the women held my legs up. I 
was so humiliated my face turned beet red. I ran into the bathroom but 
my mother said if I didn�t come out she would hang my diapers on the 
line outside so my friends would see them. When I came out my mother 
smacked my ass all the way back to the bed. I let them diaper me and I 
made sure I was diapered every night after that. When we switched to 
disposables she saw this as an chance to humiliate me. I had to carry 
my diapers to the register and she would say to the girl. "do you 
believe he still pees his pants". Sometimes she would hold plastic 
pants up to me at the store to pretend to see if they fit. This went on 
until I went away to college. When I was seventeen I refused to diaper 
myself and she started to dial the phone to tell my girlfriend I need 
diapers. She was talking to her mother saying what a baby I was, I was 
sure she would tell. I ran and got the diapers and started to put one 
on but she grabbed it and pointed to the kitchen table, still talking 
on the phone. I got on the table and she gave me the full baby diaper 
treatment. She hung up and told me I was going to wear this diaper to 
school the next day. I was sent to school in a wet diaper`. I pulled my 
shirt out to hide it and I had to skip gym but I don�t think anyone 
noticed. My mother was not done humiliating me. She picked me up from 
school and took me to the doctors, she told him that I started to wet 
during the day I tried to deny it but I was wearing a wet diaper. On 
the way out my mother asked the nurse for a diaper when the nurse came 
back she took it and me by the hand to the bathroom, there were several 
people in the waiting room. When we got inside she said loud enough for 
everyone to hear, "now get that wet diaper off". Every eye was on me as 
I walked out. The strangest think happened, I started to become 
aroused, that was the start of it. Now I crave public diaper 
humiliation the rush is like a drug. I am 44 now and love to be exposed 
for the baby I am. I think about diapers every day, I can not find any 
women in New Jersey to humiliate me so I have turned to men, I am 
straight but I need my drug. I fear one day I will be arrested for 
wearing a diaper in public and be outed to my friends and family, my 
wife does not know. Last week I let my (daddy) take me outside his 
house late at night in a only a big wet diaper, plastic pant and a 
large pacifier in my mouth. He led me around his front yard, my diaper 
was slipping down. I know it was stupid but I couldn�t stop myself. He 
made me crawl to the front door, my ass exposed my heart pounding, face 
beet red but I got my fix and I'll be ok for awhile.

*UPDATE*

When I got to college I didn�t wet the bed at first, then I discovered 
beer. When I drank beer I put a diaper on as changing wet sheets would 
have given me away. One Sunday morning I awoke to a clicking noise. It 
was my roommate taking pictures of me in diapers. I tried to get the 
camera but he ran out of the room. He later told me I would be staying 
with his girlfriends roommate on weekends and his girlfriend would stay 
in my room, or he would show the pictures to the fraternity I was 
pledging. He had them blown up to 8 by 10.Martha was the girls name she 
was really fat and grew up on a farm down south. When I arrived at her 
room I was in for a shock, she started to talk to me like a baby. She 
took me by the hand and sat me down and took off my shoes socks and 
shirt then laid me back on the bed and started to unbuckle my pants. I 
said I didn�t want to have sex she said she was a virgin and wanted to 
stay that way. She started to scold me like a bad baby. I started to 
get dressed when she took out one of the pictures of me in a diaper and 
said she was going to put it on one of the bulletin boards. I begged 
her not to and agreed to do I was told. She laid out the rules. I would 
be diapered all weekend. I could only talk baby talk. I would be 
changed by here, if I was good. She locked up my clothes and said if I 
was bad she would call her friends to come over. She sowed me baby 
clothes, bibs and hats. I was a doll for here to play with. The first 
time she diapered me I could tell she had never seen a dick, she had 
fun playing with it and was startled when I came. She feed me baby food 
and treated me like a baby. The bathroom was locked and I was permitted 
to shit in there but only after I posed for a picture. She would make 
me hold it till I almost lost control. Over the months she had pictures 
of me in every position, some naked, legs in the air, powdered, with a 
pacifier. At first I didn�t like being treated like a baby, but the 
hand jobs were nice. I told her about my mother and how humiliation was 
now a turn on for me. The next weekend her girl friend was there and I 
was humiliated as she looked on in shock. She liked to spank me and I 
was made to lay over her knees bare-ass and she would turn my ass red. 
They took me on car trips changing me in the back seat and to a 
hospital supply store in a big diaper under sweat pants to buy diapers 
and plastic pants just like my mother did. I now loved what was 
happening to me and in fact needed it. You could say I not only got my 
B.A. at college I got my A.B. Now I was an adult baby with diaper and 
humiliation fetishes and a submissive that liked being spanked. I get 
my humiliation rush today going to parties in a diaper and baby clothes 
and being changed in front of everyone. There are pictures of the last 
party on Yahoo club, Diaper Punishment. Look for baby JohnJohn. Its a 
rush having my naked pictures posted. You must be a member but its easy 
to join.

Part 2

My mother and younger sister loved to humiliate me because I wet the 
bed. When my sister was 13 and I was 16 I was still forced to wear 
diapers to bed every night. My mother put my sister in charge when she 
was at work. If I did not listen to her I got a humiliating bare ass 
spanking with my sister watching. She loved this and would sometimes 
make up stories to tell my mother so I would get hit. My mother never 
believed me. I was treated like a two year old. My sister was mature 
for her age and started going out with a 16 Y/o football player; in 
fact he was in some of my classes. Every night I had to put my diapers 
and plastic pants on then my PJs and, I could watch TV until 8pm (16 
y/o) then I had to go to bed, my sister could stay up until my mother 
got home 1130pm. I was not allowed to sit on the furniture with diapers 
on so I would lie on the floor face down. My sister started to invite 
her boyfriend over every night. My sister told him all about me and how 
I had to do whatever she said. He did not believe it so he told her to 
tell me to take off my PJs so he could see me in diapers. I said no and 
ran to my room and went to sleep only to be awakened by my mother, she 
was drunk. She pulled me by my hair out to the living room, my sister 
told her I refused to put on my diapers and go to bed until 11pm. My 
mother took my diaper down and gave me a bare-ass OTK spanking, this 
was normal, but when I stood and pulled up my diaper I noticed Jim, my 
sister�s boyfriend watching. The next night they tried the same thing 
plus he threatened to tell my classmates what he saw. I was forced to 
be only in diapers from then on. They would pour water down my diapers. 
This would cause me to wet the bed move often. One night I was lying on 
the floor face down when Jim took hold of my hands and started to pull 
me around the rug. This caused my diaper to pull down to my knees. He 
seemed to really like this and did it a lot. One night while I was 
being pulled my sister pulled my diapers right off, they were throwing 
it back and forth, playing keep-away. Jim told my sister he had never 
seen a dick as small as mine and with no pubic hair. I tried to run to 
my room but he blocked the doorway. Jim said he would let me go if I 
would take a spanking from him, I said no and he said he would tell 
everyone in school all about me. He put the diaper on his lap and said 
lay on it. As soon as I did I could feel he was hard, he spanked me a 
few times then he let me go, I ran to my room and cried like a little 
baby, a 16 y/o baby.

Part 3

I was ten years old and for the most part was only made to wear diapers 
at night. We were on a long car trip out of state. To keep from 
stopping too often I was diapered in the backseat of the car and 
changed as needed. It was summer and most people did not have air 
conditioning in the their cars back then. I was wearing just a tee 
shirt and a diaper. It was too hot for plastic pants. I drank a large 
soda and dozed off. When I woke up I felt that warm feeling down there 
and knew I wet myself. Then I noticed the diaper leaked and the seat 
was wet. My mother was very mad because she did not want me to have the 
soda. She pulled into the rest area and I lay across the backseat 
waiting to be changed but I was ordered out of the car so she could 
clean the seat. I was forced to stand there in my diaper in the crowded 
rest area begging her to hurry. Then she grabbed the diaper bag and my 
arm and pulled me over to a picnic table and laid me down on it. I was 
begging her to change me in the car but she said this was my punishment 
for wetting the seat. As my legs were lifted into the sir and a wash 
rag used on me, I went into a kind of trance. I was looking  around at 
all the people looking back at me, little kids laughing, women giving 
my mother dirty looks. After being diapered just like a baby I was 
forced to carry the wet diaper to the trash can. I had to walk past 
everyone. I could feel my face getting flush. I was so mad at my mother 
I did the only thing I could do. I stopped at the trash can and started 
to wet my diaper to get even with her. I was just in a daze. It was 
like I was watching myself in a movie. My mother cam over and took me 
by the hand and led me back to the car giving me a smack on the ass to 
complete my humiliation. I would sometimes pee while she was changing 
me to get her back but this always ended with a hard bare ass spanking 
and further humiliation.