Name: Baby Storm
Email: iambabystorm@yahoo. com
Ages: 5, 7, 9, 15, 16, 17

The first time I remember being in diapers was when I was about five 
years old. I had gone to stay with my Grandma for a few days{I think it 
was because my dad got in trouble for fighting with my Mom but I can't 
remember for sure}. What I do remember is that when it was time for bed 
my Grandma came into the room with a cloth diaper and a pair of plastic 
pants. She told me that since I wet the bed I had to wear a diaper. I 
think she was surprised that I didn't throw a fit but just lay still 
while she diapered me for the night. I remember that after she left the 
room I stated jumping on the bed saying. "I'm a diaper boy!" over and 
over until she came back in and made me go sleep. This went on for the 
next few nights until my parents came back to get me and my sister 
Vicki. Then when I was 7 I was playing in this church across the street 
from where I lived. It was a small town so they didn't bother to lock 
the doors. I went into the nursery and found some diapers in a drawer. 
I took the largest one I could find and put it on. It fit a little 
tightly but I wasn't complaining. I played around in the church for an 
hour or so in just a diaper then took it off, got dressed and went back 
home. I went back there several times to play in just a diaper over the 
next two months but decided to quit one day when somebody came into the 
church and I barely got out without getting caught. I didn't get to 
where diapers again until I was 9, my mom got a job so she had to get a 
babysitter for me {by then my dad had been sent to prison for child and 
spouse abuse}. My sister had some kind of girl scout thing after school 
so she usually wasn't at home and whenever she was gone the babysitter 
{I don't remember her name}would put me in a diaper and let me play in 
just my diaper until it was time for my sister to get home. I remember 
that she would rub the front of my diaper all the time, NOT THAT I WAS 
COMPLAINING, and sometimes she would have me in her lap sucking on her 
breast. Sometimes she would bottle feed me and she always fed me my 
food whenever Vicky wasn't home. This went on for a couple of months 
until we had to move to this little hellhole town named Great Falls in 
Montana. I left home when I was 13 and went to Seattle. I lived on the 
streets there or in a youth shelter when it was too cold to sleep out 
side. I had a lot of fun there and did a lot of drugs and pretty much 
forgot about my love for diapers for a few years. When I was fifteen I 
went to Portland, Oregon with some friends to go to a Hemp Fest. I 
liked Portland so much I decided to stay for awhile. One day I was in 
this Salvation Army thrift store looking for a coat if I recall. 
Anyway, I was walking through this one aisle and I saw some adult 
diapers, until then I didn't even know such a thing existed. After 
getting up the courage to do so I bought them along with a coat that 
went past my waist. Taking them up to the counter had to be the most 
embarrassing moment of my life. I put them in my backpack and went down 
the street to a Wendy's and went into the bathroom. When I got into the 
bathroom I went into one of the stalls and put one on. As I was walking 
out of the stall this good looking guy walked up to me and ask why I 
was wearing a diaper. I didn't know him so I saw no reason to lie to 
him and told him I just wanted to where them for fun. He was cool with 
it. We talked for a few minutes and he introduced himself as Trouble. 
Anyway he bought me dinner and we sat down and talked for awhile, I was 
in luck, not only was he cute, he was gay, YES!!! Well, we hooked up 
for about 6 months. He wasn't the daddy type{DAMN!}. but he was cool 
with my wearing diapers so it wasn't all bad. After we broke up I 
traveled around the country for awhile, {I've been to almost every 
state}, wearing diapers whenever I felt like it. This went on for years 
and then last year, {I'm 26 now}, I went back to Seattle and decide to 
wear diapers 24-7. I moved to Olympia, Washington last summer and had 
everybody I knew convinced that I needed to wear diapers all the time. 
They were all cool with it and only a couple of friends picked on me 
and that was ok because they were just playing and meant nothing by it. 
One thing that I forgot to mention is that since I left home I have 
always had a teddy bear strapped somewhere on my backpack, I even 
started a fad with the {Gutter Punks}in San Francisco when this one 
punk saw me sleeping with my teddy. He started to bug me about it so I 
knocked him out and about 6 weeks later half the street kids in Frisco 
had teddy bears strapped to there backpacks. In October I went to North 
Carolina to visit some friends and moved into this type of boarding 
house. By this time I have gone back to just wearing diapers at night. 
One day I placed an ad in Deeker's that I was looking for other aby's 
and got a response from this guy {Harry} from West Virginia. We emailed 
back and forth for about a month and then I moved in with him where I 
am now sitting at his computer writing my life history. I LOVE A STORY 
WITH A HAPPY ENDING!

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What diapers do you wear? Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
Are your diapers plain white? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Do you wear multiple diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
How do you use your diapers? Pee Poop
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