Title: | Diapered At My Friend's House | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Name: | Sean F. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Current Age: | 17 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Posting Date: | 04/12/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Summary: | My story of me and my experience at a friend's house. |
I�d like to introduce myself. My name is Sean. My current age is 17. This happed when I was 5 years old. This is true story I am about to tell you. But this story involves me and my bud Justin and he was 5 at the time as well. I had just gotten home from kindergarten when my mom and dad told me that they had to work later then usual starting tomorrow. Then they told that my best friend�s mom offered to baby-sit me while they were at work. I was so excited because I get to stay at my friend�s house. For the past years I had met lots of friends but Justin was a little more close to me then my other friends were. Later night when I was put to bed I was thinking of what we and Justin were going to do tomorrow. My mom woke me up and got me set for kindergarten. She drove me their and dropped me off. Kindergarten went as usual, and then Justin�s mom came and picked me up. Justin was in the car already because he went to another kindergarten. We both raced to his room to play Mario Kart on the 64 which was one of my favorite games at the time. We played Mario Kart for a bought an hour when he said he had to use the bathroom. I said, �Okay, hurry!� cause I wanted to beat him at it. Normal little kids, high hopes. He left the room closing the door behind him. It took a little longer then a person would take just to take a piss. So I decided to go see if he was okay or something. So I left the room and saw that the bathroom was empty. So I thought maybe he went to go see his mom after he was done peeing. I walked down the hall way when I came to his living room. There I saw Justin�s mom on the floor changing Justin�s poppy diaper. I looked at him and he looked at me embarrassed. His mom finished changing him and he stood up with head looking down. I went up to him and asked him why he wore diapers. He told me that his mom had never potty trained him because he refused to be potty trained. He also said that he loved wearing them. Then he said, �You think I�m a freak now?� I said, �No, I don�t think you�re a freak. I thins it�s cool you wear diapers.� He looked up and smiled and said, �Thanks.� He smiled some more when he asked me if I wanted to try them. I hesitated and thought to myself I had been wanting to try them. So I said, �Okay, I�ll try one.� He said, �Cool, and thanks for not making fun of me.� I said, �No problem, but would your mom mind if I did wear one?� He said, �No, she don�t mind at all. I already asked her if you could, because I was going to ask you anyway today.� So I sat on the couch and waited. Justin�s came back with mom carrying powder, wipes, and a Pampers disposable diaper just like Justin�s and a changing pad. His mom put out the pad on the floor and told me to lie on it. I did as I was told to. She unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my zipper on my jeans. Then she took my jeans off. Then she removed my underwear with dinosaurs on them. She wiped my butt with a baby wipe. She then lifted my butt in the air and slid the diaper under my butt. She lowered my butt onto the diaper. I admit I was very embarrassed at the time. Then she powdered my butt and groin area. She lifted the diaper threw my legs and taped it on both sides tight. She helped me up and I asked for my pants. She said I didn�t need them and they wouldn�t fit over the diaper. She was right they were a thick diaper. So now we were both diapered . He looked at me and said I looked good In a diaper. I said thanks. I then admitted to Justin that I liked how they felt on me. He said he felt the same way about them. We went back to his room in only diapers and t shirts. We played a little more Nintendo 64 and played diapered super heroes. When I felt the urge to poop I told Justin I had to go poop but we were having so much fun. He then told me to just use the diaper because that�s what�s it�s for. So I grunted and pooped in my diaper. It felt good too mess in the diaper. Then he asked me if I went in my diaper yet. I told him that I did. I asked him if had pooped his diaper he said yes he did as well. But it was like a half hour ago. We both laughed. We both agreed that we needed to have a change. We both went to his mom and she agreed to change us. He was first to be changed. Then she changed me and it felt weird to be changed by another person. Then his mom made us a late lunch. We had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then we went back to play around the house. It came to dinner and we had tomato soup and grilled cheese. Justin had messed his diaper during dinner; I just wet mine. We had our diapers changed then went onto playing more. We both ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke up in my normal clothes. My mom was looking at me when she picked me up and carried me out the door. On the way out Justin�s mom winked at me. Then my mom put me in the car and asked me how my day was. I told her my day was great. We got home and my put me to bed. I fell asleep dreaming off that day. From now on when I went over Justin�s house I was diapered. Then years later I had to move away from Justin which made me sad. It wasn�t until I was 15 I got to go see Justin again. But that�s another story.