Hi, my name is John is this is a story of my first diaper experience.

Last month (June 2007) my family was planning a trip to Florida. Since 
we live in Massachusetts we would be taking a plane. I, however, can't 
stand planes so I was to stay with my friend Brian for the 5 days my 
family was on vacation. I knew of Brian having to wear diapers when he 
was 7 or 8 if he got in trouble but never really talked to him about 
it. When I got there I said goodbye to my family and got my stuff 
settled in in Brian’s room. We all had dinner together and then Brian 
and I retreated to his basement to hang out and play videogames. (I 
forgot to mention that in my past stays at his house he has been 
punished before, but I didn’t have to be punished and basically played 
video games by myself while he did chores around the house. Thus his 
mother made a rule that as long as I was there I had to serve the 
punishment as well. Keep this in mind.)

Anyways on the second day we all got up fairly early and had breakfast. 
Brian was telling me about a cool expo they were having at the mall for 
a new videogame. He asked his mother if we could go and she told him 
she didn't feel like driving us there. I watched from the other room as 
he begged and pleaded with her, angering her as he went. She had become 
very upset with him after a few minutes and told him to leave her 
alone. He walked away in tears and muttered, "stupid bitch." She 
overheard him and flipped. She went on about how he was acting so 
immature and how he cried if he did not get what he wanted. She said he 
would have to do chores around the house for the remainder of my stay. 
He then began to cry and beg for her to not punish him, as I would have 
to serve it, too. This angered her even more until she finally said, 
"Brian, if you are going to act like a baby you will be treated like 
one!" and proceeded to storm out the door.

Brian and I talked amongst ourselves as she was gone for a good hour 
and a half. I asked him what she would do and he said she would 
probably put us in diapers. I got pissed off at him as all his crying 
and whining had earned me a punishment, too. Then we heard the telltale 
sound of a car door shutting and heard his mother enter through the 
front door and go upstairs. She made several trips until she called 
Brian upstairs. He slowly proceeded up to her room and I heard the door 
shut. About 10 minutes later I heard the door open and his mom called 
me upstairs. What I saw when I entered shocked me. On both sides of the 
room were two cribs, Brian occupying the one farthest from the door. 
There were stacks of packages of disposable diapers along the back wall 
as well as some bibs and other baby items. Next to the window on the 
left wall was a big changing table with diapers all around it. Brian 
was in his crib with what looked like 10 diapers on and a small t-shirt 
with a pacifier in his mouth. He glanced at me quickly then turned 
away.

His mother motioned me towards the changing table. I got up and lay 
down on the soft changing pad. She took off my shoes and then pulled 
down my shorts and boxers. There I was lying on a baby changing table 
with my feet in the air popping a huge erection in front of his mother! 
She reached under the table for some baby powder and lotion and 
powdered me up. She then grabbed four diapers and began to diaper me. 
She did this all quite fast and in no time I was diapered up and in my 
crib. She kept us there for an hour as she read a book on her bed. 
After that she carried us down stairs (I was surprised she could carry 
us!) one by one and put us at the table in a weird strap-in chair and 
spoon fed us cut up hot dogs and we drank milk from sippy cups. This 
was awful I thought to myself as she shoved a chunk of hot dog down my 
throat. After dinner she said we were free to do what we wanted until 
bedtime. I was very relieved to hear that! We ran downstairs and just 
collapsed on his couches. We didn't talk much about what went on and 
just proceeded to play videogames.

About an hour in, I felt a the urge to go #2. I panicked a little and 
after a minute or two told Brian what was going on. I asked him if I 
actually had to use them and he said I did. I was horrified. I held it 
in for about 5 more minutes until I couldn’t anymore. His downstairs 
toilet didn’t work anyways, so I just said I had something in my eye 
and was gonna get it out in the bathroom. After I got to the bathroom I 
squatted down and began to pee in my diaper. It was quite a big wetting 
but it didn’t matter as I had 4 diapers on at the time. After peeing I 
squatted a little lower and pushed. I pooped a few times into my diaper 
until you could see the bulge even through 4 diapers. I waddled back 
over to where Brian was on the couch and sat down to resume playing 
videogames. After about 30 seconds he sniffed the air and then asked me 
if I had filled my diaper. I sheepishly replied yes and blushed. Just 
then we heard the basement door open and his mother coming down the 
stairs. Apparently she smelled it too as she cooed, "I think some one 
has a very poopy diaper!" She came over to us and asked us who it was. 
Neither of us replied so she turned Brian on his stomach and smelled 
his diapers. She didn't smell anything so she knew it was me.

"Come on my big poopy boy lets go get you into a fresh diaper," she 
said to me. She picked me up and brought me all the way up to her room 
to get me changed. On the way up the stairs I pushed another load into 
my diaper! She must have know because she said, "It looks like I'm 
going to have my hands full here."

We got into her room and she laid me on the table and took off my first 
3 diapers. By the time she got to the one I was wearing the stench was 
unbearable and poop was leaking out the sides of my diaper. She took it 
off and wiped me clean. She then put 2 diapers on me and took me off 
the changing table. She told me to wait here as she went down to the 
kitchen. She returned with a bottle of warm milk and told me to lie on 
her lap. I sucked down the bottle and she put me in my crib to go to 
sleep. This is awful I thought to myself, although I didn't mind it too 
much. About 5 minutes later she repeated the same process with Brian, 
although he had not filled his diaper.

I slept well throughout the night but woke up very early as I had gone 
to sleep at around 8 o'clock. Right when I woke up I was hit with the 
smell of poop. I felt my diaper and noticed I was dry. I looked across 
the room and noticed Brian squirming in his crib. His mother must have 
noticed it too because she got out of bed and changed his poopy diaper. 
We then went and ate breakfast and watched TV. I wet my diaper while we 
were watching TV and it felt kind of good.

We lounged around for another hour or so and then I had to poop again. 
This time I could feel it was going to be a big one and I only had 2 
diapers on. I squatted and pushed and a HUGE load filled the seat of my 
diaper and some even made it to my crotch. Brian’s mom was upset that I 
was filling my diapers so much (this was the third time in 24 hours) so 
she put 8 diapers on me! That's right, 8! She lifted me off the 
changing table and brought me downstairs where Brian was playing 
videogames. She set me on the couch. I couldn't even move! My diapers 
were so thick that I could only rock from side to side in a sitting 
position. Then I heard the phone ring. His mother answered it and said 
it was my mom. She told me my dad had gotten sick and they were on 
their way to come pick me up. Boy was I relieved to hear that! I was 
taken out of my diapers and put my boxers and shorts back on. I was so 
relieved. My parents pulled in and I said thanks to Brian and left. I 
didn’t say a word of it to my parents and me Brian and I never really 
talked about it and I haven't been to his house since. I kind of liked 
being in diapers and sometimes wear them when no one is home. I will 
remember that stay for the rest of my life.