| Title:
| How I Came to Like Diapers
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| Name:
| Dirty Little Diaper Boy
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 21
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 08/30/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
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| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
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| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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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 story is about me having accidents in my life and how I came to
like this kind of stuff. I have never really worn diapers but my mum
and doctor did talk to me about them. Now I think of it, I wonder what
it would have been like. It then takes me up to my current age. The
story ends there, some people may find it boring but it is a true
account.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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9 (45%)
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I remember when I was 5 in nursery. It�s the first incident I remember.
I had pooped my pants and never told anyone but I think it started to
smell. We were all sitting on chairs in a circle and we were being
given folders. The one teacher was behind a wall and the other teacher
was with us. When it was my turn to go up I went to the one behind the
wall and she asked me turn around and bend over. Then I could feel her
pulling back my trousers and underpants to check my bum. She must've
smelt me. She sent me to the toilet. When I was sitting there another
boy came in and handed me paper towels. I can�t remember what happened
then.
The next thing I remember was me having a problem pooping my pants. I
remember on several occasions my mum checking my pants to see if I had
pooped. I was a bit older, maybe 7 or 8, I don�t really remember. One
day I had pooped myself and she told me off and said I can wash my own
pants. I was naked with a poopy bum in front of my mum and my sister.
One day I was playing with my friend when I was 13 or so and we decided
to act like a baby but we didn�t have any diapers. We were in a den so
my friend lay down on the floor and I pulled his trousers and pants
down and acted like I was cleaning his bum and willy. It was something
we did. I don�t know why. We smelled each others bums like we were
seeing how clean it was. I don�t remember how we got around to doing it
but it was natural for me. My brother had done it to me first, so then
I smelled his bum and said, �Your bum stinks. I need to change your
diaper.� So I pretended that I was wiping his bum and willy and put his
pants back on like it was a diaper. Then he did it to me. If I had any
friends who were girls and doing that to me I would have been so happy.
Another time I was over a different friend�s house and I thought he was
a really good friend so he would understand. I decided to go in the
bathroom, stand over the toilet and wet myself. Then I went back in the
room and waited a few minutes and told him. He thought for a minute
then said, �Don�t worry. I wet my bed, too. You can use my spare
pajamas.�
I remember in scouts I had pooped my pants (on accident) on a camping
weekend. I pulled my pants down in the tent and the other boys seen the
stained pants, so two of them went to tell my scout leader and the
other one kept watch that I didn't hide them and try to deny it. When
the scout leader came she just asked me if I had wiped my bum properly
when I went to the toilet. I said yes and she said, �The toilet roll
isn't the best here so that's probably the reason. Don't worry, just go
and have a shower.� I didn't have one then and she asked me later if I
had one and I said no so she said, �have one now.� She also said that
there is a trip to the pool and beach. I can either stay with her
because she is looking after the babies or I can go with them I went to
the beech after but I thought a lot about it as I dreamed about her
treating me like a baby and cleaning my bum when she checks if I had
washed.
Also. when I was 11 years old I remember going on a trip to Normandy in
France for the weekend. I had mild special needs then and I had a
special needs teacher. I was with another boy who had special needs.
Nothing happened but the teacher had a key to our room to keep an eye
on us. She made sure we got up and had a shower and went to breakfast.
I had dreamed of her actually discovering I had wet the bed so she
decided to strip me naked and wash me down in the shower unfortunately
that never happened. I did wake up one day to her and another teacher
coming closer to my bed. I wonder if she was checking to see I was wet.
The next thing I could write about was when I was in high school. I met
a boy who I came to be best friends with as I never made a lot of
friends. After some time of being friends with him and going to his
house and sleepovers over each others I decided to one day go in the
bathroom and wet my pants when everyone was asleep because I knew he
wet the bed anyway. I reported this to him like it was an accident. He
just said, �It's okay, you can change and wear my pajamas he put my wet
ones in a bag�, and nothing else was said and no one else discovered
it.
The second time I did it again and my friend said, �It�s okay, don't
worry, I understand.� This was not the reaction I wanted to hear so I
confessed to deliberately wetting myself. He asked why and I said, �I
wanted you to clean me.� He said, a bit shocked, �Well, I can give you
a bath but my parents will wake up, or I can do this to you.�
I asked, �What?�
He replied, �Lie on your back.� So I did. He then went in the bathroom
and came back. He then pulled down my pants and underpants and used a
cotton bud and some stuff to clean my front and willy. When he was done
he told me to turn over and raise my bum, so I did. He then wiped my
bum with a different cotton bud. When he was finished he put a
different pair of pants on me.
Around the house I used to pull the back of my pants down a little bit
for his younger sister to see. When she did she said, �I can see your
bum.� So one day she and I were in my friend�s bedroom. I had my bum
showing and made sure she had seen it. When she started giggling I
asked her, �What�s the matter?� She said, �I can see your bum.� So I
pulled my pants up, acting embarrassed. Then she tried pulling them
back down. I stopped her but I wish I didn't now.
After that the next and final bit of this story is when I was 20 after
discovering the joys of alcohol. I went back to my old ways. I was
looking on the internet about adult diapers and being treated like a
baby when I discovered there were ladies out there who you could pay to
change your diaper and other things. I, of course, phoned up one of
these ladies and I met her. I wet my pants over there and she told me
to take them off so I did. There I was, naked in front of her, so she
told me to get up on a changing table. She wiped me with a wipe and put
baby powder on me and cream then she put a cloth diaper on me. After
this she gave me a baby bottle to drink out of and changed my diaper a
couple more times. I didn�t have any trousers on at all. I had an
exposed diaper. I plan to go back again so she can do more things to me
like bath me and give me suppositories and enemas.
That's my true account I hope you enjoyed it.