| Title: | Diaper Wishes | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | William | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | Not shown | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Female | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 12 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 04/12/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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My name is William and my diaper fetish has survived with me since I was around eight, which I am 12 now. I really don�t remember how this started, but about 4 years back, I found a few packs of Huggies Little Swimmers from when I was 3 or 4, I opened the pack. Just before I got in the shower one night I decided to try one on. As I slipped it on I realized they were smaller than I thought. The diapers squeezed my abdomen harder than I had ever experienced. I didn�t really care. I stepped in the shower, turned on the faucet, and was loving every second of it! I soon realized that it would be more fun to see if I could pee or poop in it, so I tried, I squeezed a bit of urine into the diaper, but no poop would come out. This lasted for about a year or so, re-using the diapers that were clean. One night as I stand in the shower with my nappy on, my mother came into the bathroom to get something, and asked me to hand her the soap. I opened the shower curtain and handed her the bar of soap. She saw me in the diaper and asked why I was wearing it. I said that my penis hurt when the water from the faucet hit it. She believed me. I soon ran out of diapers because they became smelly and were starting to stink up the closet. That was the end of my diaper adventures for now. About 2 years later, my dad moved into an apartment and I met a few friends there. One of them wet the bed. He had to wear Goodnites every night until he stopped wetting. I had admired him the whole time. I had also had secret conversations with his brother about the diapers (Goodnites). I went over to his apartment one day and found his stash of Goodnites. I stole one. I ran home then and put it in my closet. I used it that night. I was happy to find something that was comfortable and that fit. The next year, I still had conversations with his brother about the diapers. He promised to get me some, but that never happened. He eventually stopped wetting the bed. Which sucked for me. One night, he spent the night at my apt. and we took a stroll around the complex. I figured that this was a good time to get his leftover Goodnites. When we came near his truck, I lied and told him that I wet the bed too. He gave me the entire pack of Goodnites!! I took them inside and stashed them in my closet. That was one of the best days of my life. I still have the pack of Goodnites, however there are only 14 left. I am happily wearing one as I write this!