DAVE

When I was 7, my dad took me to see my Aunt Amanda out of state. Her 
son Kyle was about 2 and a half at the time and was in diapers. She 
also had one barely in the oven at that point.

We got to my aunt's house and had some dinner and a basic evening. That 
night, she put Kyle in a dry diaper and put him in bed. I had to share 
a room with him so we went to bed at the same time. After Amanda left 
the room, I was a bit restless and bored. Kyle rolled over to the edge 
of his bed and I could see his diaper in the nightlight. I got curious, 
got up, and grabbed one. I went back to my sleeping bag and put it on. 
It felt SOOOO good. I slept in it and woke up dry. I got up and wet in 
it. After that I took it off and put it in the diaper pail. We left a 
day later and went to my grandmas and then onto home.

The next year, Amanda had had her baby and my mom took my brother's and 
I up to a wedding up there. Kyle was still in diapers and she had her 
second son, Simon. I ended up sharing a room with my aunt, my uncle, 
Simon, and Kyle. When they went down to the pool or what have you I 
would steal diapers and wear them. This went on for 4 days. My aunt 
found that they were running short on diapers and accused the hotel 
staff of stealing them. She was a strange woman.

A year later, I was sent up there to stay with them while my parents 
went on a "special" vacation. I got there and things passed by normally 
until about 9 that night. She asked me if I needed help with my 
pajamas.

I said, "no. Why?"

"Well, your parents didn't tell me anything really. And what I was 
really wondering is..." She trailed off.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you wet the bed?"

It came over me like nothing I had ever felt before. I had the 
opportunity to wear diapers again. Simon was obviously still in diapers 
and Kyle still wet the bed. I suppose that's why she even asked. I 
answered, "yes."

She didn't say anything. She called for Kyle to come get ready for bed. 
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to Kyle's room where he was 
already on his changing table. She put a disposable diaper on him and 
handed him his pajamas which he changed into. She lifted me up and 
pulled my pants and underwear off. She pulled out one of the Huggies' 
diapers and put it under me. Then she powdered me, pulled the front up, 
and fastened the tapes on.

I guess I was a bit medium sized for my age, but the diaper still fit 
me just fine. It was before that damn cloth-like backing came out. It 
felt good. She lifted me to my feet and pulled the diaper up higher to 
my belly button. I don't know how she did it. It was still a baby 
diaper and only a size 5 at that. Then she put me back on the floor. 
She got my pajamas and handed them to me. I started to step into them 
and she suddenly grabbed them and pulled them up higher than the 
diaper. She said something about it being cuter. Then she took off my 
shirt and put the pajama top on me. I felt so infantile. I went to bed 
and woke up dry again, but I wet on purpose and she came in and changed 
me into my day clothes. It continued for the next eight days.

My aunt was talking to my parents a few months later and I guess she 
asked if I still wet the bed. My mother approached me and said, "did 
you wet the bed while you were in Michigan?"

I didn't know what to say. If I said yes, then I would be put in 
diapers and my parents would know about that whole thing. If I said no, 
then I would be punished for lying. So, I said yes. She did not do 
anything, but never let me near the diaper aisle in the store again.

The summer that I was ten, I was sent to Michigan again for some inane 
reason. My mother did not tell her otherwise about the bedwetting thing 
and she had bought me attends youths because I was going to be there 
for almost a month. Kyle still wet the bed at this point and she kept 
them around for him. Simon was training at this time. She had also had 
another kid, Dominic. He was barely 2 months old so that's a give in.

The night I arrived, I was dog tired. My parents left like a few 
minutes after we showed up and my aunt took me right back to the spare 
bedroom where she had one of those big changing mats on the dresser 
with a stack of diapers sitting beside it. She lifted me up onto the 
changing table and pulled my pants and underwear off. Then she ritually 
lifted up my legs and pulled out a diaper. She opened it up and put it 
under me. Then she poured some powder in and swished it around. 
Finally, she pulled the front up to damn near my chest and fastened it 
one tape at a time. She took out my pajamas, put them on me as she had 
in the past, and carried me to my bed.

It was a month of bliss. After a week of just wearing at night, I 
started to wet during the day and I was diapered 24/7 for 3 weeks. Day 
and night, I wore Attends youth. I also found that summer that I fit 
into the largest size of little swimmers. When I left she put some 
diapers in my suitcase for some reason without me knowing. Then, when I 
got home, my mom went to help me unpack and there were 8 diapers in my 
suitcase.

"Explain this," my mom said sternly.

I couldn't say anything again. At that point, I think I wet myself 
because I was wearing the same diaper my aunt put me in just before my 
mom got there. It was only damp from a bit of dribbling so it didn't 
matter.

"Did your aunt give you these?" She asked.

I nodded.

She immediately got to her knees and took my pants to the floor to 
reveal the wet diaper. "Did you ask for them?"

"No, not really," I finally said something.

"You're wet. Get on your bed, you need changed," she did not further 
address the issues of why and such, she just went through a good old 
diaper change. She pulled the front up as high as my aunt and fastened 
the tapes tighter though. She put me on the ground, smacked my butt and 
sent me downstairs to play. My dad saw me and didn't say anything. My 
older brothers mocked me, but I didn't really care.

Later that day, I found out that my mom talked with my dad and I was 
being put on a retraining program. We finished off the attends and she 
bought some Goodnites. I retrained by halfway through August and went 
back to school just like normal. Of course she never talked to my aunt 
about it... ever.

The next summer was just like the one before it, lots of diapers and 
retraining. However, when I came home when I was 12, I unpacked all my 
own things and my aunt had given me a whole damn pack of attends small. 
i stashed them in my drawer and did not wear them for several days. I 
had managed to keep it under control during the day that summer(that 
didn't stop me from wearing 24/7). So for as long as the diapers 
lasted, I wore them to keep the bed dry. Then I had one left. I didn't 
wear it. For four nights straight I wet the bed and then my mom found 
out. She went and bought some attends for me and i just put the last 
one with the rest of them.

So that brings me to here. I'm 13, I wet the bed, and I love it. Now, 
my mom makes me wear during car rides that are longer than an hour 
(which believe me, we take a lot of) because I fall asleep easily. I 
visit Aunt Amanda a lot still and she still keeps diapers on hand for 
me. My old changing table is still in the guest room, but Kyle's was 
moved to the basement. He no longer wets, but the youngest is still in 
diapers and the middle still wets the bed.

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