Name: Danny
Ages: 12, 13, 14
Current Age: 14

I do not remember my toilet training, though I know it didn't quite 
work. I wet the bed almost weekly until I was thirteen and still do 
occasionally. When I was younger many of my friends wet the bed, too, 
though we never discussed it. One of friends even wore pull-ups. My 
parents, however, never made me wear diapers. Even when I continued 
wetting the bed and my friends stopped. By the time I was twelve I felt 
alone. My brothers never wet the bed, and I still did. I needed a 
plan...

I am twelve. I woke up one (in a wet bed) after a strange dream. In the 
dream I was forced to wear diapers. The dream, though weird, gave me an 
idea. If I secretly wore diapers to bed, it may appear to my parents 
that I stopped wetting the bed. But wear to get diapers? The answer 
came to me when I went to my cousins for a week in the summer. My baby 
cousin was in pull-ups. So, being a skinny/short boy, I snuck into 
their bathroom, put on a pull-up (it was tight) and wet it. The feeling 
was great. I didn't get an erection, but the feeling of comfort and 
security made me feel complete. I later pooped in a diaper. I didn't 
then and don't now particularly enjoy pooping in a diaper, though I do 
it every now and then. Throughout the stay at my cousins I used at 
least 8 diapers. But I never managed to sneak any home.

I am thirteen. It is the fall after my cousin's house and I feel empty. 
I miss the diapers so much and I was still wetting the bed. But, my 
diaperless time would soon be over. I attend a youth group at a church. 
One night, we were having a scavenger hunt. My friend and I were 
looking in the church nursery. He opened a cupboard and said "only 
diapers in here." I was ecstatic. Later that night I pretended to go to 
the washroom. I actually went to the nursery, took a diaper and went to 
the bathroom to put it on. I wet it and it felt great. I was whole 
again. I got some more diapers and took them home with me that night. I 
only wore them at night, due to their limited quantity. I continued to 
take them and wear them until December, when they ran out. I had only 
five left. Unfortunately, my mother found the diapers in a drawer in 
the basement bathroom where I kept them. She through them away, and 
though my parents suspected me a little, they never found out. But, I 
was once again diaperless.

The next step in my diaper wearing was over the course of a few months. 
I was about to go to my basketball practice one day when a teammate of 
mine asked me to help him bring in some water bottles from his van. I 
gave him a hand, but I noticed under his van seat was a pack of 
Goodnites. I knew he had two younger brothers so I assumed the 
Goodnites belonged to one of them. This was, however, the first sign of 
proof of another bedwetter I had seen in several years. Some time 
later, after I had quite a few wet nights in a row, my family and I 
were watching T.V. when a Goodnites commercial came on. My mother said 
that maybe they should get me some Goodnites. I knew she wasn't 
serious, but that with the fact I now knew Goodnites were sold in my 
hometown (I live in a small town, so I was never sure) inspired me to 
by some. I went to the grocery store buy our school after our end-of-
year band concert. I worked up the courage, brought the Goodnites up to 
the till and they cost more than I had. I had never been more 
embarrassed. I almost sprinted out of that store. I needed Goodnites. I 
desired them so much! But I couldn't bring myself to go back to that 
grocery store. I needed to find another store. I found out they where 
sold at my local drug store. So at the end of June, I decided to walk 
to school to take my final English exam. It was unusual for me to walk 
to school, as it is a 2km walk. The exam started at 1:00pm and I could 
leave school when I was done. It was the perfect opportunity.

I walked into the drugstore and went all the way to the back. I grabbed 
a 9-pack of Goodnites (the Goodnites were the old kind with no prints 
and smaller packs. I took the largest size, 85kg-125kg I think). I took 
the Goodnites up to the clerk and bought them for an insanely low price 
of $10.00. Fortunately, I had never met the clerk, so it wasn't 
awkward. When I got home, I ran upstairs to the bathroom (my parents 
weren't home and my brothers were in the basement playing video games. 
I opened the Goodnites and began to pull the first one out. It just 
kept coming. It was huge compared to those pull-ups. I have to admit I 
got a boner. I put it on and wore it under my clothes. I felt awesome. 
The Goodnites were great. I still had about four left when I wanted to 
buy more. But I couldn't go back to the drugstore. My older brother's 
best friend now worked there the five days of the week it was open. I 
needed a new source. I decided to check the other grocery store in 
town.

I biked up town one day when I was home alone. I walked down the diaper 
lane and voila! I found a large pack of boys Goodnites (the new kind 
with the ATVs on them) and I could afford them. I bought them and went 
home. I wet and dirtied the first pair. I was great. But one night, as 
I slept, I wet. I woke up and the side-strap on the side of the 
Goodnite I was laying on ripped and leaked. I got yelled at by my 
parents, but they never found out about the Goodnite. Though it never 
happened when I wet the bed again, the sides of the Goodnite would 
always rip. So I secretly bought another pair, which to my pleasure 
didn't rip. I decided to wear the ripping ones in the day and the 
others at night. Life was good.

I'm fourteen. I got a summer job at an old-folks home. I didn't really 
enjoy it but whatever. One day, as I was taking some junk to the back 
dumpster, I saw a room full of Attends. I tried one on in the bathroom. 
It was huge on me but I like it, so I took a few home. I liked the 
tighter fit of the Goodnites better.

Soon summer was over and I no longer worked at the home. I continued to 
wear my Goodnites. I f I didn't wet them the night I used them, I would 
wear them the next night as well. But one night, my dad said casually 
"One day we're going to talk about what's under your bed." I was 
freaked out! I kept my Goodnites in a guitar case under my bed. Did my 
parents know? If so we haven't had that little 'chat' yet. But the day 
after that comment I through away all my Goodnites but one (rather 
foolishly), which I hid under my sock drawer. I didn't use diapers for 
a few months and I felt empty. I had always thought I was probably the 
only teen who liked using diapers in the world. Then, last week, I got 
bored and went on msn search and looked up 'teen diapers'. I found a 
site called 'www.TBDL.org' and was amazed that there were other diaper 
lovers besides myself. I eventually went to 'links' and found 
'www.deeker.com'. This site seemed more for diaper lovers. I began to 
read the stories and found out there were others like me. I never felt 
such acceptance. That night I slept in my last Goodnite and had got a 
boner. I felt the best I had in months. I went on deeker and wrote this 
story, so that maybe someone will read it and know they're not the only 
one.