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.