| Title:
| For the Love of Diapers
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| Name:
| Jeremy S.
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| Email:
| Not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 13
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 01/25/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
| | Teen |
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| | 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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This is basically a story about my life as a teenage diaper lover. One day, my love of
diapers goes a little too far�
I hope you enjoy this story. Make sure to look out for part 2 coming soon!
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As a little kid I was never really a bedwetter or anything like that,
but I did have a strange love of diapers. It all started when I was
having a sleepover at my friend Ryan�s house. He told me that he wore
diapers and asked if I wanted to try one on. I was a little hesitant,
but I decided to try it. It felt so good! The thick, soft padding in
between my legs, the fresh diaper smell... God, I was in heaven! He
gave me a couple of diapers to take home.
After I ran out of diapers, I decided that I need to buy some of my
own. I got all of my allowance together, and rode my bike down the
neighborhood drugstore when my parents both left for work. When I found
what I wanted, Pampers size 6, I took them to the checkout counter. The
man there said, �Oh, now who are these for?�
�Um, they�re for my brother, he�s mentally challenged,� I said trying
to make my story sound kind of believable.
I quickly grabbed my bag and left. When I got inside my house, I ran
upstairs to try on my new diapers. They were everything I hoped for! I
wore them around the house for a while until I got bored. Just for the
heck of it, I wanted to actually use my diapers. Since I had to poop, I
squatted down, and pushed the soft load of poop out. It felt so good to
have a giant load of poop in the back of my thick diapers. I went down
to our basement to see if I could find any of my old baby stuff around.
I opened tons of boxes until finally... jackpot! I had found all of my
baby clothes and stuff. I took out one of my bottles, a onesie that
snaps at the bottom, and my pacifier. I tried on the onesie and it fit
perfectly. I went back upstairs in just a onesie and a diaper and with
a pacifier in my mouth. I went to the kitchen to fill my bottle with
warm milk. I thought it would be really fun to poop some more in my
diapers, so I filled the bottle up with lots of laxatives.
I was looking around in my mom�s closet to see of she had any of my old
baby stuff stored in there that I could use. I found my old crib on a
box in the back of her closet. I was so excited! I took it to my room
and set it up. I hopped in and immediately fell asleep in just seconds.
When I woke up, I heard my mom yelling at me. I was really embarrassed
because I was sitting there literally covered in tons of poop. I was
said that I was sorry and that I would get out of the diapers. She just
told me to stay there while she thinks of a good punishment for me. She
came back later and told me she was going to use diapers as my
punishment. She started this out by giving me lots more laxatives, and
my diaper was already overflowing with poop.
In a couple of minutes, the laxatives started to have its affect on me.
I was trying to hold the poop in, but the pressure was too
overwhelming. I just let out several loads of poop. My mom pretended to
be happy for me.
�Awwww! What a good baby! He made a stinky for mommy!�
At this point, I started to cry really hard. She said she would change
me in a couple of hours. I was just lying there in a baby crib, in a
diaper overflowing with poop with nowhere to go. I was really upset and
embarrassed. But after all, isn�t this what I wanted all along?
To be continued... part 2 coming very soon!