David’s Nappy Revelation!
I know exactly when I began to find diapers or
nappies as they are called over here in England, desirable. I was 11 and I had
just watched an advert for a major supermarket which had advertised free
nappies in their baby changing facilities. The next time I went in to the
supermarket, I went to the loo, and passed the baby changing area. On my way
back I ducked inside the changing room, and there on the wall were rows upon
rows of fresh nappies in all the baby sizes. I picked the biggest and tried to
put it on. It was very hard to do it standing up and I failed. However, I did
not give up. I put two in my school bag and left the store.
When I got home I had more time and privacy to
try one of the nappies on. It turned out that I got the right size- just- as
the nappy was very tight, but the tapes still held fast. Nevertheless, I did
not have the chance to use the nappy as my older brother had just come in from
school. I decided that I would take the nappy to school with me the next day,
as I had games as last lesson. When I got back into the changing rooms after a
hard session of Rugby I headed straight for the showers. We all had to shower,
and I remember this as the first time that I noticed how cute guys were when
wet and naked. I never acted on any desires that I first felt in that shower
block, but I have wished ever since that I had. Anyway, I took my time in the
showers, soaping myself all over. Boys used to get erections in the showers all
the time, and this was no different. The first time it happened, everyone
laughed at the boy, but then very quickly, almost every boy had suffered at
least one event of standing to attention. As a result, by the time I had got
the erection, most boys had left the shower room, and I was alone with one of
the cutest boys, called Andrew- just starting to bud into puberty- who noticed
the erection and commented. He too had an erection, but it was much bigger than
mine, as I was still childishly pre-pubescent, hairy, and very small
downstairs. I was waiting for him to leave so that I could get some privacy to
put on my nappy, but he wouldn’t leave- he just kept talking about stuff like
our bodies, and how mine would catch up with his one day. All the while, my
erection was getting harder and I wanted to run over to him and start stroking
his. But… I didn’t. I just left the showers, and got dried off and dressed. So
much for changing into the nappy today.
As I was leaving the changing room, I saw
Andrew still in the showers, rubbing himself. If he had of left earlier, I
would have been able to do that too, and get into my nappy in the changing
rooms. On my way to get the bus, I walked past a toilet, and decided I could
still get my nappy on. I walked in and was greeted buy the stagnant smell of
pee and poop. After gagging a little bit I walked right on into a stall and put
the toilet seat down. I opened up the nappy, and noticed the faint aroma of
baby powder. I quickly, but carefully taped the nappy on myself and stood up.
The nappy was tight and hugged the contours of my crotch area. It had wonderful
little patterns of building blocks with A, B, C and 1, 2, 3 all over the place
arranged in little pyramids. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrors and I
looked cute- naked all but a nappy. I heard someone walking down the hallway
outside, so I quickly ran inside the stall and got changed back into my school
uniform. I didn’t notice any abnormal bulge, but it didn’t matter as I usually
wore my school jumper around my waist. I had to run to catch the bus as I was
running quite late due to my shower and toilet escapades. I didn’t need to pee
just yet, so had to sit on the bus getting more and more aroused and desperate
to see what it would be like to use a nappy for what it was designed. I had two
changes en route to my home. At neither change did I feel any more urge to pee,
but I did start to need a poo. I did not want to poo on the bus so I held it as
long as I could. I always managed to hold my poo and pee until after I got
home. I guess with the whole willing it to come that by the time I was half way
from the bus stop to my home, I really needed to poo, and normally I would have
started to run or prance in the “I need the toilet really bad” kind of way.
However, I decided to just go for a poo right there. It was much harder than I
could have imagined. Even with the overwhelming pressure to poo building ever
greater inside my bowels. As hard I tried to lower my 9 or so years of holding
my poo training, I could not push any out while walking or even standing still.
I found that I had to sit on a wall before any poo started to flow. When I did
manage to get the poo flowing, it kept gushing for quite a while. I was worried
my nappy would burst as it was so tight. I was lucky, however, as the nappy
withheld the pressure of a whole day’s poo flooding into it.
Just after I pooped, I needed to pee too. So, I
peed the nappy as I walked home. I found this much easier to do, as I had had a
couple of accidents in my life, so I was used to the feeling- even though I had
never done it intentionally. When I eventually got home, about 30mins later
than usual due to the nappy problems, I wanted to stay in the nappy and savour
the feeling of being in a wet and messy nappy. But, as luck would have it, my
brother came home about 2 minutes after I did- how lucky was I that he did not
catch me sitting on a wall pooing and peeing in a nappy? As I heard him come in
through the front door, I raced to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The nappy
was sagging down as I took my trousers and underpants off. I would not wear
boxer shorts for another 2 years- mum did not think they were appropriate
attire for a boy just into senior school. The nappy had leaked a little bit of
pee and more annoyingly to a boy trying to hide the evidence of his burgeoning
desire, a bit of poo leaked out of the side of the nappy and into my pants. The
red and white striped briefs were stained a dirty brown around the edges of the
seat.
As I took off the nappy, I was hit by a wall of
disgusting odour. The poo had stuck to both my bum and the nappy, and bits were
falling off my bum as I walked from the messy nappy lying on the floor to the
bath. I figured I was too messy to wipe myself up with the toilet paper we had
in the bathroom, so I was going to take a shower. As I began to run the water
and stand under it, the water ran brown. It reeked and I was repulsed by the
mess that came off my bum. The poo had worked its way up towards my little
balls as well, and it turned me on to wash myself there. I had never really
played with myself at home- I was always too afraid of being found out and
punished for it. But never mind, I thought. So I began to play with my penis
and bottom. It was the first time I had ever put anything up my bum, but it was
only my finger. It felt so good, and I eventually climaxed- although nothing
came out as I was too young and sexually immature. When I was finally all
clean, I had to get dressed and dispose of the nappy. I rolled the nappy up and
got rolled it in my towel. I walked to my room, naked, as my brother was
walking up the stairs. We walked around the house naked a lot- especially after
we had taken showers or baths, so it was nothing new. He did ask me why I had
taken shower, but I just told him that I was really hot and sweaty after games
that afternoon. He seemed to accept the answer I gave him and walked off into
his room to do his homework. As he did that, I went to get dressed and then
took the messy nappy downstairs to the bins. I took it to the outside bin so
that it would not be discovered in the kitchen bin. I also took the bin bag
from my room to throw on top of the messy nappy to further hide the evidence. I
had successfully finished my first nappy experience. I did the same thing the
week after when I next had a last period games session. Then I had no more
nappies.
I was able to get my hands on nappies very
infrequently from then until now. However, whenever I did, I would use the
nappies to their full. I was only ever able to do it when I had the house to
myself and I knew that I could indulge myself to the fullest possible degree.
What I really wanted was to be babied, as wetting and messing my nappies was so
much fun, but it became disgusting as I cleaned myself up. The next time I had
the opportunity to really indulge myself was during the summer vacation between
my 2nd and 3rd years of university. This is actually now.
I have never come out, but I know that I am gay, and I fantasise about one of
my housemates babying me and being my first out boyfriend. Anyway, I bought a
bag of adult nappies from my local drugs store. I also bought some goodnites as
doublers. I spent the week after all my housemates left for the vacation spent
entirely in doublers and nappies. I would not go to bed with them on as I did
not want to become a bed wetter, but as soon as I woke up I would put on these
extra thick nappies and wear them around the house all day. They would last a
whole day without needing changing, and would take about 2 poos. The clean up
would be my evening shower before bed time. I also had a bit of fun giving
myself an enema with the shower. I found that if I took the shower head off,
and stuck it up my bum, turned the shower on, and waited, I felt a really nice
sensation of my bowels filling up with warm water. I would fill my bowels as
much as I could, and hold it as long as I could. When the urge got just too
great, I would release a torrent of pooy, brown water spraying all over my
shower cubicle. This was so arousing that I had to go and masturbate.
I hope that you have enjoyed my little tale for
how I used nappies in my earlier childhood, and how I am in a wet and messy
nappy as I type this story.
Beware the Red Dragon