| Title:
| Paul
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| Name:
| Paul from England
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 24
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 01/29/06, updated 04/12/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
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| | Adult |
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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 about a time when I had accepted diapers/nappies, but was made to wear them when
I really wish I didn't have to.
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I realise that the readers here are predominantly American for that I
have written a couple of translations just in case anyone isn�t aware
of what I am talking about.
Nappy = diaper
Mum = mom
Just in case.
My story doesn�t really have a beginning, as it is something that
really was just ongoing through my life. I can't remember when I was
potty trained but I think I was either three or four; it isn�t
something I have talked about with my mother before. However there is
something that I am not sure about but suspect, my mother went through
depression after my parents split up, which was when I about 2 and this
affected her greatly. From this I don�t think she continued with my
potty training for night, I think she just left it at day and that�s
why I was wearing them beyond a reasonable age. I don�t think I was a
bed wetter as such, I kind of had control at night eventually but I
can't remember when that was, as I wasn�t trained at night I just
thought it was normal but I know by eight years old I was almost always
wetting consciously.
For as long as I could remember I wore nappies to bed, it was
always the same routine, come in from playing or whatever I was doing
then go in the bath if it was a bath night, my mum still washed me in
the bath until I was ten years old, then I would get undressed or would
already be naked from my bath. I would then have to lie down on the
changing mat while mum would get all the supplies out the bag, one of
them being my dummy. I didn�t know kids didn�t suck on dummies at night
after they were toddlers so to me it was as normal as wearing a nappy
to bed. While sucking on that mum would be rubbing baby lotion on me
and then putting talcum powder on me, then she would pull out a nappy
from the pack, I can't remember the brand but I know it wasn�t a famous
one, it was a cheap one from a supermarket. As it was the eighties they
were thick and bulky and very plastic, rustled when you breathe etc. I
don�t know how I fit into them until I was eight, I wasn�t particularly
tall for my age but I wasn�t particularly small either, but when I had
a nappy on, I knew I had one on!
When that was finished mum would put my pyjamas on and I would
have one or two ours before I had to go to bed, however I knew the rule
that if I used the nappy before then I would still have to wear it
until morning after breakfast. For the rest of the night I would go off
and play with my toys until bedtime or watch TV with my mum or
whatever. When it was my bed time, 8pm school nights and 9pm other
nights, mum would walk upstairs with me and tuck me in, read me a story
and put the light out and that would be me set until morning.
I sometimes woke up early in the mornings, I knew better than to
wake my mum unless she had slept in, I could tell the time when I was
six, and would usually go down stairs with my toys or watch TV down
stairs, I wasn�t allowed to play with them upstairs in the morning when
mum was asleep. Sometimes I would be wet, thought it would be from me
wetting myself before I went to sleep or waking up and doing it, the
same with pooping. In the morning I sometimes felt the need for a pee
or to poop or both, I was allowed to do it, and because I had been
doing it forever I didn�t see anything wrong with it, and while
watching TV or something lying on the floor I would just poop myself
right there. Being dirty meant nothing to me, by the time I was six I
realised I liked it, it felt good on my bum and between my legs and on
willy, it gave me an instant hard on every time I did it in my nappy.
It was through that, that I learned how to masturbate to a
degree, I liked to hump the bed or floor or sofa, whatever while
wearing the nappy but it was best when it was wet and or dirty too. I
would keep doing it until I felt really good down there and stop, I
some how sensed that I shouldn�t do it in front of my mum so I never
did that, but when she wasn�t around I would go ahead!
On school mornings I would get my breakfast, usually cereal and
then I would be taken out my nappy cleaned up and helped into my school
uniform. Then it was just the normal hygiene thing before going to
school. Mum would walk me there until I was seven, then I went by
myself.
At weekends it was different, after breakfast I was given the
choice, depending upon the plans for that day, I could stay in my
pyjamas until lunchtime and have my nappy changed or I could get my
clothes on straight away and no nappy. If I stayed in my pyjamas mum
would take my nappy off, clean me up and put a new one on until lunch
time, sometimes though I didn�t use the new one before it was time to
take it off, mum would then tell me use it then if I could or just
leave it on until I used it, it would be a waste otherwise. I would
have my clothes put on top and then have my lunch, then if I still
hadn�t used it we would go out if that was the plan, or I would just
play around the house, never with my friends when wearing the nappy, I
knew I wasn�t supposed to wear it during the day. I didn�t like wearing
the nappy when I was outside, I thought everyone could tell and see it
and he or she probably could if they were looking, but wouldn�t notice
unless they were looking if you know what I mean? I wouldn�t tell my
mum if I was going to wet myself when we were out the house but if I
needed a poop I would tell her, I didn�t like doing that out the house,
I thought it might be smelt or just noticed and it would have to be
changed so someone didn�t notice the smell. I didn�t like having to be
changed out of my own house in case someone saw me. If I had just wet
myself I knew I could only do it maximum of one more time before
needing to be changed, I would usually ask to be changed before I wet
myself again. Then I would be changed into a pair of underwear that mum
would have brought with her.
This sort of thing went on until I was eight years old, by then I
think my mum was getting better and I think baby nappies on me were
pushing it a bit. I was a normal boy after that, but knew I liked the
nappies and still do now, after years of �making myself feel good� by
humping the bed I knew what I liked. I just wish I were that small
again.
There have been a few memorable moments wearing nappies but they
will be written later, I can't be bothered now. Any questions, email
me, make the subject �Deeker�, though, or I will consider you spam!
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At 8 years old I was coming to the end of my time wearing nappies to
bed. I didn�t really need them but was kept in them by my mam, however.
I�m sure there were signs that I didn�t need them as well as that they
were tight.
My account takes place when I was either nearly 8 or had just turned 8.
My mam had dropped me off at my grandma�s house to stay for the weekend
while mam had to go off and do something important. I cannot remember
now where she was going but it was not practical to take me with her. I
liked nappies at this point but still hoped I wasn�t going to have to
wear them at gran's as I knew that my cousins could be there and I
would get embarrassed if they saw me. However, I was unfortunate on
both counts, my mam had put some nappies in my back pack with a few
clothes and my cousin Jamie was there. He was the worst person that
could have been there as he was a bit of a bully.
When I got in to gran�s mam was quick with the goodbyes and was out in
less than 5 minutes. I was quickly ushered into the living by grandma
to see Jamie who was playing on the Nes. He said hello without blinking
away from the TV and carried on playing. Grandma told me to play nice
this afternoon and that we would get a treat later. I was excited about
that but I didn�t get a good time that afternoon. Jamie would only
share the game with me when grandma was there if she wasn�t he wouldn�t
let me play. I tried to beat him into submission but my fight back
fired as he beat me up instead. He was the same age roughly, maybe a
bit younger by a couple of months. However as I was a little smaller
for 8, he was larger for 8 and that made it easier for him to make me
do things his way rather than mine.
When we sat down to the evening meal I had a few more bruises to count
and he had another victory and although I didn�t know it then, he had
more to come. We hadn�t been sat down long to eat when the doorbell
went and my aunt was at the door with some of my younger cousins. They
really were babies, Sarah who was 4 and Stephen who was 3. Stephen wore
nappies all day but Sarah only wore at night. Now there were 2 more
places sat at the table while my aunt left. We all ate together and
then us kids has some more play time out in the garden.
At about 7 it was bath time and we were called in. Stephen and Sarah
were bathed first then dried. Jamie was told to go into the cupboard
next to the bathroom to get the nappy boxes out. He entered the
bathroom and handed two boxes to gran, one saying Stephen on it and
containing a few nappies in his size, and another with Sarah written on
it and nappies in her size inside. Gran got lotion and powder on them
and then nappied for the night and dressed in their PJs. They were put
down to sleep and then gran turned her attention to us.
It was our turn to get bathed. Gran stripped me of my clothes, in
seconds flat I was stood naked watching Jamie remove his own clothes.
When we got in the bath I noticed one thing that made me wonder at the
time, why was his dick bigger than mine? It kind of made me get a bit
of an inferiority complex as he was alright bigger and stronger than me
but to boot he had a bigger �willy� as well! Something I found out
later was that big dicks run in his side of the family as well as early
puberty. Jamie was not going through puberty then though!
I remember comparing my dick later with Stephen�s and noticing that
mine wasn�t much different. It didn�t worry me but added momentum to my
feeling of inferiority to Jamie. Grandma handed me the wash cloth to
wash myself with, but being used to having my mam do it, it was taking
me a while and gran became impatient and decided to help out. I didn�t
feel embarrassed until she bent me over and stuck the cloth up my bum
crack to wash it while washing my dick with her hand on the other side.
I stood up after and had a boner, Jamie looked at it but didn�t say
anything. He was clean as he did himself and didn�t leave himself with
a boner.
We stepped out of the bath and both got dried by gran. She then told me
to get my PJs and to come back into the bathroom, so I left and went
into the bedroom me and Jamie were sleeping in and looked in my back
pack. What I saw made my heart stop! There were nappies in there. I got
my PJs and hoped my gran had decided that I was old enough not to wear
them and therefore wouldn�t ask me to get them. I got back into the
bathroom and Jamie was just putting his PJ top on, gran asked him to
get what she asked for earlier. I hadn�t heard what she asked for and
didn�t think anything of it until I saw what he came back in the room
with. It was my very own nappy box with my name on it. I was upset but
didn�t let it show in front of Jamie who was sniggering behind grandma.
Soon I was on my back with gran lotioning and powdering my bum and
privates, with one nappy taped on she asked do I wet much at night? I
could feel that the nappy was not quite as thick as the ones mam got me
and I was pondering what to say to gran. Knowing that I only wet on
purpose really and didn�t have many accidents. Gran interrupted my
thoughts by saying something like �well we will be safe rather than
sorry� and taped another one on top. Now it felt thicker than mams
nappies. Then she put my PJs on, my pants bulging out because of the
nappies, and picked me up and tucked me in bed, while Jamie jumped in
the one across the room.
When gran had left the room Jamie started laying into me, saying I
should go in the other room with our younger cousins, I told him to
drop in an go to sleep. He kept going but eventually tired himself out.
Hours later I woke up, the room was quiet and dark. I knew why I was
awake, I desperately needed to pee and worse still I needed to poop. I
decided to wet myself to alleviate some pressure and then went off to
sleep again. I woke later with my pants pulled down to my knees and
Jamie trying to put one of the babies bottles in my mouth. I smacked
him as hard as I could but he was stronger and smacked me about a bit.
In the end he ended up kneeling on my back, holding my head up, telling
me to suck from the bottle like the baby I was. I got out the words
�I�m not a baby� before I was forced to drink it down to get him off
me. During this time I couldn�t hold out any longer and ended up pooing
in my nappy. With my nappy filling Jamie laughed and said something
like �see I told you, you were.� He took my pants away and the empty
bottle. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke the next day my �willy�
and the area round it was itchy so I started to put my hand down my
nappy to scratch when if felt that my willy was covered in poop. I
wiped my hand on top. I needed relief so I turned on my front and had
to hump the bed. It did get rid of the itch but it gave me a boner and
made sure I was really covered now. I wanted to get that tingling
feeling in my willy but I knew I couldn�t with Jamie in the next bed.
To be continued.