Petey's Regressive Interview

A recollection of my years in diapers while at an interview... my 
conscious versus my unconscious... this is mostly a real story but 
artistic license has been used to describe my feelings as a child 
diapered much of the time...Hope you enjoy and I am pleased to submit 
this to Deeker since he has given so much back with this site I am a 
fan of web quality!



As I sat in the interview, facing a very matronly woman and a very 
handsome man, in his 30's, answering to the best of my knowledge, the 
questions related to marketing, I could feel the warm pee surrounding 
my center. It took me back to my childhood and grade school which I had 
just finished explaining to my potential new employers that I had 
graduated with honours... in fact through all of my schooling I 
explained, I excelled at to great heights. "So what was it that 
required my need for diapers up to my early 30's?..." that is exactly 
where my unconscious mind went wandering, as my body finished wetting 
the diaper and the heavy-wet absorbent liner, my conscious mind dealt 
with the intensity of the interview situation at hand.

My unconscious is possibly more powerful than my conscious and I say 
this because it started with me being prone to wetting my bed, which I 
still do...my unconscious or quiet decision tree, as I like to call it, 
drove decisions that create definite risk situations in the conscious 
world relative to my "bathroom duties" as mom always referred to them. 
I have done this since I was in grade school or earlier ...developing a 
well-focused intuition and understanding of just how much time my body 
will take to process different kinds of food and drink. It all sounds 
so calculating and it is to a degree but at some point it is hard to 
come back to a conscious world of toilets and controlled movements 
especially when events take place that qualify the use of diapers and 
changes...

I remember, before enrolling in kindergarten that my mother always took 
an extra diaper and rubber pants with her when we went to visit anyone. 
I was 5 and was known to have accidents continually. I knew what I was 
doing although most wouldn't know that it was planned. Before leaving 
to meet the moms with other kids mom would take me to the bathroom and 
sit me down to do my business and leave for a minute. I would usually 
pee (because I can always drink more) but if I had to poo I would just 
force it to my bowel and never let it out; sometimes this would cause 
some of that uncomfortable holding pressure in my rectum, but I enjoyed 
it for some reason but I didn't know why. I was always in thick 
training pants...just in case, which are essentially lined rubber pants 
and I liked the feeling. Sometimes "accidents" happened in the car or 
in the middle of play with the other children. Inevitably it happened 
and I was whisked back into full diapers and rubber pants for a day or 
two until it was back to trainers.

I'm not sure that this is so much the same with all kids but I chose to 
wet my bed every night and often would poo in my diaper in the morning, 
while still in bed or right after breakfast, with my diaper still on, 
ensuring a change before school. When I was 6 my mom said that I would 
have to learn to change my own diapers since I could tie my shoes and 
even pick an outfit... but it was a challenge for her and I became too 
much to bear. In 3 out of 5 mornings she would show up to clean me up 
with baby wipes and send me to the shower and hurry me back to put on 
the day's trainers or diaper, depending on the events of the past week. 
I was thrilled when mom would say "get up on the bed then... and let's 
get the baby ready for school" ... this ultimately meant diaper time 
and I went through this until I was through grade school and I was 13 
years old or so...She called the school nurse when I entered 
kindergarten and informed her that I would always have 2 extra diapers 
and plastic pants in my knapsack and I was introduced to the nurse in 
case of accidents. We became friends and she treated me like a real 
baby so at least a couple of accidents a week were mandatory in my 
mind. She remained the nurse on duty for most of my years in grade 
school so we got to understand my requirements together and she just 
kept a stock of diapers for me...I liked cotton diapers and plastic 
pants better than disposables because in grade 6 we tried them once and 
when they were dry they made too much noise under my clothes...I had a 
quick solution for that which was of course pee...this made them quiet 
again and gave me the privacy I wanted but caused some problems at 
home...so back to cotton we went.

The ultimate time for me to hold and fill my diapers was at the end of 
the school day and so if I had any urges in the afternoon, I would try 
to save them up... hold, hold hold!... I always knew that mom or dad 
would want me changed because a poo-filled messy diaper or trainers are 
not acceptable for any length of time. I made it my habit to hold the 
urge until I was on the bus or at the long driveway walking up to the 
house. I had it down to an art... in the bus I would sit alone at the 
back waiting for the urgent moment when I would get up a bit and feel 
the warm heat of the solid mass squish against my buttocks and make its 
way up the back of my trainer pants or diapers and as I let my weight 
down on it, enjoy the relief and squishy feeling as the odour started 
to waft up through my clothes.... If I made it home for the walk up the 
driveway, my brother and sister would ultimately be playing tag or 
hide-and-seek. In any case, I would find a place to squat and yes right 
up until I was 12 or 13, push the poo to its wanted destination, my 
pants. My brother or sister would usually report the issue to my 
parents and simply say "Petey smells like big ones, and wants to play 
with us downstairs. Can you call him and change his diaper?" I would be 
whisked away to my bedroom, which incidentally had a closet full with 
diapers and rubber pants and a stack of disposables for trips and quick 
change. The plastic changing mat was always in full view on the dresser 
and said emblazoned on it " big diapers for big kids". Mom got this as 
a result of our doctor asking if we would be part of a study for kids 
over 10 who still need some kind of protection at night or otherwise. 
This, in fact was my first foray into marketing and the realization 
that studies can be skewed. A company, which shall remain nameless was 
looking into developing a larger disposable and marketing the diaper as 
"TeenDry Diapers" and we would test the product and even discuss how it 
felt when I peed or pooed in them. I met, at that time, numerous other 
teens in diapers and wondered what all the poop was about having me use 
the toilet...I, at that time decided that I would be in diapers for 
some time, to the chagrin of my parents.

TeenDry Diapers were the ultimate and "rock" as teens would say today. 
I loved the fact that I was being tested for how they felt and the 
sound level of the materials, so it was fait-de-compete that I needed 
to keep up the good work, peeing and pooping in my drawers. At one time 
mom and dad felt I was using diapers more, because of the test, so they 
suggested that I go to school with just a plastic pant on over 
underwear....well you can imagine the mess...I saved up all day and on 
the way home the poor bus driver had to help me out of the bus and up 
the driveway with sagging pants and pee running down my legs and all 
over the place...it was embarrassing for mom and dad more than me 
because we were the last stop in the bus run and some kids smelled me, 
(as usual) but never saw me....TeenDry were clearly part of my daily 
regime for some time until they shelved the idea and cancelled the 
marketing in favour of a line of adult diapers with some of the comfort 
attributes that we asked for in the TeenDry diapers. I would just poo 
to test them in the middle of the day many times but I didn't realize 
that in all this testing I was loosing the ability to have my conscious 
control my unconscious...

It was time to go to the doctor when I was 13 and he suggested a series 
of tests including kidney, liver, barium swallow and of course 
...barium up the bum. I was realizing, at the time that I always 
associated with boys, and I was often coupled with one other boy in the 
school that needed periodic changes...in fact during the grade 6 noisy 
diaper era, I was able to pick him out because of the sound and would 
always say hi to him. It was then we met and I told him to pee in them 
to stop the crinkle sounds. One time I caught him pooing in his diapers 
at recess squatted behind a tree, and boy did he fill them! I told him 
we should poo our pants together some day and go to the nurse at the 
same time to see if we would both be changed at the same time...we 
were, and our nurse friend put me on one patient table, and him on the 
other table across the small room. She handled it beautifully and we 
did this a couple of times each semester, just to see us both treated 
like babies...He was one year younger than I and his name was Bruce.

The medical tests were tough but I passed them with the doctors not 
finding anything physical to go on. They suggested a child psychologist 
because I was a mystery to them. They even put wires on my head when I 
slept and at 13 I could pee and even poo my diapers without waking 
up...this was good and bad since everyone kept talking about college 
because of my top grades. At one point a doctor asked me to flex my 
anus as he inserted his glove-lubed, finger and I pretended not to be 
able to tighten as hard as I could and the only thing that they could 
say to my parents was that I had a weak muscles in my anus area... 
During the test time the nurses were really nice and one in particular, 
would come in my hospital room in the morning and say " you may as well 
poo your diapers now, because I'm not changing you just to have you do 
it again later this morning!" and she would walk out. As per 
instructions I would squat in my bed and fill my diapers and wait for 
her to come in and change me...usually in half an hour or so and she 
would exclaim ... "you are a good poopy boy" as the other kids in the 
ward watched her change my mess.

Being 13 and being "a good poopy boy" was interesting and I liked the 
attention...in fact other kids in the ward started pooing their pants 
just after I arrived and were told firmly that this is a problem that I 
have and not something that they should do because they would not get 
diapers at all! I see though that I am not an never will be the only 
diaper wearer (because I want to) in the world...in fact I join with 
all of those who have kept the relentless pressure on, to keep diapers 
part of their life...and join hands and diaper pins as future brothers 
in arms!

The hospital held one more experience for me when I was in a small car 
accident when I was 20. Again this led to tests to the same conclusion 
but it also helped me bring to light with my best friends who began to 
know of my diapers and didn't even challenge this in any sort of joking 
way, in fact they would remind me to pack diapers etc. when we went 
away. It was a little traumatic when at first when they would be in the 
room and the nurse would come in to change me. She would say perhaps 
your friends can wait outside as she wheeled the adult diaper cart by 
them, stacked with nothing else but diapers on the stainless steel 
cart. One time, the nurse even exclaimed, "are we ready for a change?, 
let me see!" talk about embarrassing when one of my friends visiting 
who was on the football team looked on. He actually came in after and 
said it must be nice to be in a dry diaper eh? I thought that was cool! 
There is no doubt this would be all over the college campus I thought, 
but to my surprise it wasn't, and the last memorable little experience 
had me walking down the hall with my IV bag hanging on one of those 
poles and wheeled gadgets and of course I had on one of those hospital 
gowns that was kind of open at the back...I had been holding it and as 
usual, in my unconscious manner had to fill my diaper as I walked the 
rounds of the hall, when I crouched to finish the poo off, the back of 
the gown opened and I couldn't close it....how embarrassing, full 
diaper exposed...I see my physics prof. a cute guy in his late 20's 
coming at me...oh my god! He saw me and came towards me and said calmly 
"... let me help you back to your room." I was crying like a baby and 
he said "...there, there, let me get a nurse to change those stinky 
diapers and I will be in to visit in a minute." He closed my gown and 
walked me to the room, as I waddled along, he went to get a nurse to 
change me...unfortunately none were available due to a heart attack on 
the ward, so, he said "get me a diaper, I'll do it" and he came in to 
change me with the fresh diaper and some cloths that the nurse at the 
station had given him. He also had under his arm a big box of large 
baby wipes...so he changed the mess and with no problem, like I was his 
own kid...he wiped me, sent me into the shower and attended to my needs 
including saying "I think we better get finished here. Let me get you 
into this fresh diaper before the nurses come." Economics was never 
quite the same, I never missed a class and wore my diapers to every 
one. He always had a nice wink for me as I went by like it was our 
little secret.

So the moments have been noted for my growth from 14 to 20 when I was 
going through puberty and dealing with diapers day to day in an 
environment that was a little different than grade school. High school 
was a much more unfriendly place for my diapers and my regular poops on 
the way home. We had moved in from the country to the city and were in 
walking distance to the school. This was good but my mom insisted on 
maintaining a job and wasn't always home to change me. I often had a 
poop in my diapers just before noon and/or in the old tradition, on the 
way home. I still had a couple of cases of TeenDry in the basement and 
my brother and sister insisted that my room be stocked up so that if I 
got home from school and needed a change they could help when mom 
wasn't home. Once I got home and my sister was having some friends 
over. I had done major big ones in my diaper and smelled so she wasn't 
the least bit subtle about telling me to run a bath and she would be in 
to change me. She brought her friends to help and I was told that it 
was all in confidence. School the next few days was brutal and I pooed 
my pants once more just so I wouldn't have to be there.

Meeting Bruce again proved useful and fulfilling since he would change 
me and I would change him and we became best friends. I guess it was 
about grade 11. I was 16 and he was about 14 or 15 and he was so smart 
and had a beautiful body. I was infatuated by his good spirit and the 
way he hung his head back and laughed and the fact that he ran on the 
track team impressed me. We compared bodies when changing each other 
and noticed his legs were something I would never have...they were 
genetically perfect and he had a slim upper body and just the cutest 
smile and freckles. We didn't even know what sex was ...I guess we were 
a little behind since we were both still in diapers...he had a 
legitimate problem that doctors identified and would attempt to operate 
on when he was older. We would go home to each other's house and our 
moms had got to know each other and found it convenient to not have to 
change us I guess...we would even have sleep-overs and our moms would 
come in to check if we were ready for bed with diapers and P.J.s.

I remember one time that he slept over at my house. Bruce was cuddled 
up to me, I could feel the warmth of his pee through my diapers and 
rubber pants. I knew he was fast asleep and just enjoyed being near him 
and knowing that he felt safe enough to relax like that. Soon I was wet 
myself and entering dreamland. The next morning I pooped my diaper when 
we were listening to our favourite group before breakfast and noticed 
Bruce asking my mom if she could take him to the bathroom to help him 
off with his wet diaper to do number 2 in the toilet...well he didn't 
make it and we ended up being changed side by side just like at the 
school with the nurse but the fact that he asked mom for help was 
evidence that he was in a different category than I was. I really 
wanted diapers to last my whole life and it seemed like they would. 
Bruce was also getting interested in a girl named Naomi and I was never 
so jealous. He would be hanging out with her, kicking his head back and 
laughing and I would try to have him come home to change with me or me 
with him but he saw something that I didn't in girls and I was sure she 
wasn't in on the diaper club...well when she was 17 and I was 18 I 
realized that she had taken my spot changing Bruce after school and he 
quite enjoyed it...Bruce and I were always great friends and to this 
day I see them as a couple for BBQ's etc but it is a little different 
since Bruce would rather change his eight year old into a fresh diaper 
than me. ...you got it!...great legs and the diapers are a generation 
thing, too.

I was going through a funny phase of wanting to bug people and make 
them understand I had a problem and I remember the driving test guy for 
my learner's license. I was in a bad mood from not eating until just 
before the test and had a hamburger and fries before which just forced 
things along from my normal unconscious habit of holding my poo all 
afternoon. I honestly forgot about going for the test and just as we 
got started and around the corner from the testing center...the urgent 
moment arrived....well I guess I am so used to doing it in my diaper, I 
was driving along and came to a complete stop at the STOP sign but 
everything else was a GO! It was luckily a stiff one and I just let it 
all come out and push into my diaper and I could feel it climbing up 
the back of my diapers. I had to kind of stand up a bit to let it all 
out and the guy didn't get what I was doing until I had waited too long 
at the stop sign and he said "let's get going!" We went on to do 
parallel parking and he had the window down the whole time at zero 
degrees outside but I passed and he suggested I should try to learn to 
use the bathroom as effectively as I drive. I told him that my mom 
would change my diaper when I got home and I will never forget the look 
he gave me...like he wished he was me!

Meanwhile back at the interview, I am wet and just letting the poo 
drive into my diaper and up the back of my bottom contently as I heard 
my voice saying " I guess I can start on Monday". I got up with my full 
diaper and went home to be changed by my friend ... a fresh diaper 
before ball practice.

Rate This Story:

4 3 2 1

Click "Submit" at bottom when finished.
"4" = highest rating
(The following information requested is optional, though your participation is highly encouraged.)
Name:
Age: <8 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 >18
What diapers do you wear? Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
Are your diapers plain white? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Do you wear multiple diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
How do you use your diapers? Pee Poop
Who else in your family has read this story? Mother Father Older Brother Younger Brother Older Sister Younger Sister
Your comments:
Parents' comments:
Brothers' comments:
Sisters' comments:

   

CAUTION!!! Pressing "Reset" will delete ALL of your data entered!