| Title:
| Diapered in the Hospital
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| Name:
| Mike
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| Email:
| Not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 32
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 04/12/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters | ●
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections | ●
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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Mike (9) breaks his leg and has to spend a month in the hospital. Unfortunately Mike was
wearing diapers the day he broke his leg and is soon discovered.
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When I was 9 I broke my leg. As it happens I had decided to wear a
diaper to school that day and by the time I got to the emergency room
it was soaked. Naturally, when the doctors cut my pants off of me to
examine my leg they discovered that I was wearing a very wet disposable
diaper. After being administered a large amount of pain medication I
passed out. I awoke in an operating room just after they had put my leg
in a cast but even in my foggy state of mind I knew I was butt naked
except for the diaper I was wearing, a dry diaper. Before losing
consciousness again I remember wetting that diaper as well.
I awoke in a bed in the pediatric ward with a privacy screen drawn
around it while a nurse was changing my diaper. When she was finished
my diaper change she opened the privacy curtain and there was my
doctor. The first thing he asked me was how long had I been wearing
diapers. I told him that I'd been wearing them for a couple of months
because that was when I had purchased my last box of Pampers.
Next he asked me how frequently I wore them and I answered that I wore
them every day (which was almost true, I wore them every night, but I
had started to wear them during the day with greater and greater
frequency. When I said that he nodded and made some notes on my chart
before telling me that my mom was there and wanted to see me. My doctor
walked away and after about 10 minutes my mom came in fussing all over
me. While she was hugging and fussing over me she pulled my covers down
enough to expose my diaper.
"Your doctor told me you were wearing diapers, would you mind telling
me why you arrived in the emergency room wearing a completely soaked
diaper? Why were you wearing diapers at school? Why did you have a
soaked diaper on underneath your jeans? Do you enjoy wearing diapers?"
As mom rattled off one question after another my bladder suddenly gave
out and I began peeing myself right in front of her. Seeing the scared
look on my face and suddenly noticing that I was wetting myself she
hugged me tightly and tried to comfort me.
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'm just confused."
She withdrew one arm from the hug and pressed the 'nurse call' button
then resumed hugging me again. When the nurse arrived mom matter-of-
factly said, "He wet his diaper and needs a change." The nurse looked
at my wet diaper and said she'd be right back. She returned a moment
later with a cart covered with disposable diapers, wipes, lotion, baby
powder, diaper rash cream, etc. and proceeded to pull the privacy
curtain around my bed and with my mother standing on the opposite side
of the bed, began changing my diaper. Mom could tell from the
expression on my face that I was enjoying my diaper change, if she
couldn't, my erection would've given me away. Once I was securely taped
into a fresh diaper and the nurse had left mom looked down at me, "You
do like wearing diapers don't you?"
There was nothing I could do, I had to tell her the truth, "Yes," I
began, "I love wearing diapers. I wish I could wear them all the time."
Mom seemed surprised, "All the time? Even at school?" I began to tear
up, "Yes mom, even at school, everywhere, all day, all night." Seeing
the tears welling up in my eyes she began hugging me again, "I take it
you also want to use them for their intended purpose. Both number one
and number two?"
I nodded, "Yes. Just like a baby does. I want to wet and mess in my
diapers."
"Why didn't you come to me? Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to
go back to wearing diapers? How come I had to find out from your doctor
who discovered you at the hospital wearing a soaked diaper?"
As she looked at me she understood, "Never mind, I guess you were
scared to tell me. Well, I'm glad I found out and if you want to wear
diapers then you'll wear diapers. I'll talk to your school principal
about you wearing diapers to school, and when you get out of the
hospital you can wear diapers as often as you like.
With my mother's blessing I spent my entire hospital stay in diapers
and when I was released mom brought me home. She led me into my room
which now had a changing table against one wall. My underwear drawer
was now crammed full of diapers, my room also smelt of baby powder. My
t-shirt drawer was now full of onesies complete with snaps in the
crotch, I even had several pairs of pants with snaps up the inside leg
seams for easier diaper changes.
"How do you like it?" mom asked.
"I love it mom. As a matter-of-fact can we try it out?" I replied
pointing to my crotch.
Mom lifted me onto the changing table and removed my shorts, exposing
my soggy diaper. As she began changing me she told me, "I talked to
your principal and the school nurse will change your diapers for you
whenever you need, all you have to do is go to the nurse's office and
she'll change your diaper for you. I also told Barb (the neighbor
across the street), and whenever you need a diaper change if I'm not
home just go over to her place and she'll change your diapers for you."
Once I was snugly taped into my new diaper, mom and I headed downstairs
only to discover my best friend Aaron sitting on the couch waiting for
me. As I got closer I noticed that Aaron wasn't wearing any pants but
that he was wearing a disposable diaper. Mom said, "Surprise! Aaron
decided to go back to diapers, too."