Name: Jamie
Ages: 14
Current Age: 17

I was 14 at the time and my parents had just left on a vacation for 
their anniversary; needless to say I was not invited. Anyways, I went 
to stay with a woman who a family friend. She's really nice, mid 40's, 
and oddly never married, which is a shame because she would make a 
great wife. Back to what happened: My parents left and I moved in with 
her for the 2 weeks that they were gone. The first 2 days were pretty 
much uneventful-- we went out, and played a few games at home and 
didn't really do a whole lot.

On the third night I began to get a stomachache that started slowly and 
progressed throughout the night. It turned out I had the Norwalk virus, 
which is a 48-hour flu that causes diarrhea and drains a lot of your 
energy. I told Mrs. P that I felt sick so she told me to get my Pj's on 
and go to bed. I hugged her good night and put on my Pj's (an old pair 
of sweatpants and t-shirt). That night I had trouble sleeping and I was 
really feeling awful, but I did manage to fall asleep for a while, but 
when I woke up I had this extreme urge and ended up messing my pjs 
right there in bed. I was completely distressed and I crawled out of 
bed and went downstairs where Mrs. P. was sitting reading the paper. I 
told her what happened and she just smiled and told me it was all 
right, she was very comforting.

She told me to go take a shower and through my dirty pjs in the garbage 
because it didn't really seem feasible to clean them. They were in a 
very soiled state. I got cleaned up and threw on a pair of white undies 
and pants and went downstairs still feeling quite ill. Mrs. P. told me 
to just lie on the couch and take it easy all day. I watched TV for 
about 2 hours and then got another urge so I ran to the bathroom but 
ended up filling my undies. Again I told Mrs. P, she took a quick peek 
by pulling down my pants, which was really embarrassing for a 14-year-
old, but I was already past that point anyways, and told me shower and 
get cleaned up again. Mrs. P said she had some shopping to do and would 
be back in an hour or so.

I cleaned myself up again and went back downstairs. Mrs. P. came home 
and put away her stuff, which I never really paid attention to. I was 
able to hold off until just after dinner. I was clearing the table and 
then the urge hit me, I froze and filled my pants. Mrs. P. saw me and 
new exactly what had happened. She came up and gave me a big hug, 
because she saw tears starting to form in my eyes, I was really upset 
over the entire situation. This time she led me upstairs to her room 
and told me to lie down on the bathroom floor. I obliged as she then 
slid off my pants, followed by my completely soiled undies. It had been 
years since any woman, including my mom, had seen my privates, but by 
this time it didn't even seem to matter anymore. She cleaned me up 
thoroughly and then explained what would happen.

She pulled out a large adult sized diaper (I think it was a Depend, but 
I really don't remember) and she told me that until I was well I would 
have to wear one. I just nodded not wanting to cause any more commotion 
than was necessary. She lifted my legs and strapped it on me, and it 
felt great. I was too sick at the time to fully enjoy it but it was 
good.

That night I went to bed wearing this big diaper and I woke the next 
morning with a messy diaper, but that was it. I spent the remainder of 
the day diapered and wearing only a shirt, because no pants would fit 
over the diaper, and once night came I was really feeling better so 
Mrs. P. told me I didn't have to wear the diapers anymore. Now I kind 
of wish I was able to wear them longer but I had very confused feelings 
at the time. Anyways, I got better and the rest of the time with her 
was great and lots of fun, and on a plus, nothing was mentioned to my 
parents. Since then I have always had a thing for the comfort of 
diapers but never had the guts to go out and buy them, but maybe one 
day when I get a credit card, online ordering will be perfect.