Title:
| Richie #2
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Name:
| Richie
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Email:
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Gender:
| Male
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Current Age:
| 19
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Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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Posting Date:
| 03/15/09
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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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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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My ongoing diaper story.
Note: this is an on going story of my life and my love for diapers and being a baby.
Looking back on my life I can see many things that changed my life, on of my most
prominent is my love for diapers and being a baby again.
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*Catalyst*
For me it started when I was 6 years old. I had been out of diapers for
4 years (or so I was told). I never thought of diapers or wanted to
wear them. "Diapers were for babies." But I still had infantile
behaviors, I would wet myself if the idea was in my head, just to be
funny. Like most 6 year old boys though I had problems wiping after
using the bathroom. My mother didn't like this. This is where my first
experience with diapers took place. She went to the store and bought a
pack of goodnites and told me that until I can clean down there I will
wear pull-ups. The next day I put on underwear. At this time my mother
was taking me and my friend Amy to school seeing as that we were in the
same class. My mother came and pulled the top of my pants to see if I
was wearing a pull-up. When she found I wasn't she said out loud, "Why
are you wearing underwear?" Then she proceeded to explain to Amy, whom
I am still friends with to this day, why I am not allowed to wear
underwear. My mom let it slide that day. The next day I actually put on
a pull-up to spare the embarrassment. Mom checked again and told me
"that's better." This happened for a month until my mom didn't check
anymore.
-Looking at it, I didn't like the treatment then, but now I see it as a
catalyst for who I am now.-
My next experience took place about a year later. Now I was not the
most well-behaved kid, especially after my sister Nadia was born. I
threw tantrums and didn't listen to my parents, but what 7-year-old
does? One day I was throwing a tantrum and my Mom carried me to my room
(which I shared with my sister) and took off my pants and underwear.
She took one of my sister�s cloth diapers and plastic pants and put it
on me. The whole time she kept telling me "Only babies throw temper
tantrums, if you�re going to act like one I'll treat you like one." I
still didn't like the idea of diapers, but it was so comfortable that I
shut up immediately. I didn't have to use them but I regret it now.
*Beginnings*
-Let's fast forward to when I am 11 years old and in 5th grade.-
When I was 11 I started to become more aware about my feelings, like I
didn't like girls more than friends and I really liked a kid in my
class, Andres; but that's a different story for another day. I made
friends with a 4th grader. Dillon. He was a nice kid but didn't have a
lot of friends because he acted really immature. I started hanging out
with him after school. One day he invited me over to his house and I
said yes. We went and played Twinsted Metal for a while then we went
upstairs to his room. When we got there nothing seamed different until
he went by his closet then threw something into it as to hide
something. Being the type of person I was at the time and went and
looked. I immediately recognized the package of Goodnites. I asked him
why he had them. He started crying and told me he wet the bed. I
immediately told him that there was nothing wrong with that and I
didn't care. He made me promise not to tell a sole, which I have kept
until today. (AN: He no longer wets the bed and I didn't use his real
name so I'm off the hook.) A few weeks later he invited me over to
sleep over. I said yes. That Friday, after school I went over to his
house. We played his PlayStation and ate junk food. When it was time to
go to sleep he asked me to leave room. I asked why, he just stayed
silent. (AN: You all know what happened next) I told him that if it
would make him feel more comfortable I would wear one as well. He
looked so happy. So I willingly put on my first diaper since I was 6
all those years ago. For some reason, this time I liked it. We sat in
just our Goodnites until we went to sleep. I woke up later for some
reason, I still don't know why. But I realized I was wearing a
Goodnite. I looked at Dillon and saw how peaceful he was. Well the soda
finally got to me. I decided just to go in the Goodnite. I still don't
know what possessed me to do it, but I did. As I wet the Goodnite I
realized how good it felt. When I was done I went back to sleep. He
woke me up in the morning and looked at my Goodnite, he told me I was
wet. I lied and told him I didn't see the point in wasting his mother�s
money, still not knowing why I wet the damn thing.
We became real good friends after that night. About two weeks later we
had another sleepover. Same thing happened as last time. Except this
time I was looking forward to wearing a Goodnite. After he fell asleep
I wet it. I loved the feeling of the warm, wet pee all over my diaper
area. Later that night I woke up feeling the need to poop. Again I
don't know what possessed me to do this but I decided to just go in the
Goodnite. It felt different, warm and gooey. I really liked the
feeling. After which I lay myself down to sleep again. When Dillon woke
me up, he told me what I had done like he was talk to a three-year-old.
All I could do was smile sheepishly. I quickly took a spin in the
shower to clean up before my mom came to get me. Before I left, Dillon
took me to his room. "Take these, I have heard about people like you,"
he said this and gave me about 7 of his Goodnites. I had no idea what
he was talking about, but I would soon find out. I took them without
question and put them in my back pack.
Dillon supplied me for the next half year. And then he had to move
away. I missed him terribly.
During that half year my love for diapers increased. I would take my
sister�s baby diapers and put them on (AN: I was small for an 11-year
old) and use them. I loved the feeling of wearing diapers and wanted to
wear them all the time again. I started looking on the internet to see
more about "people like me" I found out quite a lot. I stumbled across
Deeker, and the original diaper-boys.biz. I started to realize that I
was not the only one in the world with my feelings.
*Manifestation*
When I turned 12 I started mowing lawns, babysitting, shoveling snow
(in the winter) just to have money to get diapers. No one knew about my
interest and I was still secretive about it. When I would but Goodnites
from Walgreen�s no one said anything but I was still so nervous about
it. I almost wet myself the first time I did it. I wanted to tell my
mom but I didn't know how. I had read how some people would wet the bed
on purpose and there parents would get them diapers, so I gave that a
shot. Well after a week the smell got to my Mom. She was cool about it
for about 3 hours but then she found my diaper stash and story stash.
Within 5 minutes of me explaining how I felt, Mom had me in the car on
the way to a psyche ward. I was admitted on sexually innappropriate
behaviors and stayed there for a week. During my stay I was analyzed
and diagnosed bipolar. The funny thing about this though is I didn't
work on my diaper thing there at all. When I was let out my Mom gave me
the riot speech like I just got couch drinking and driving. She
grounded me for a year (seriously) and took away my internet. This,
however, didn't stop me from wanting to wear diapers. I think it only
added to my drive. I started to rebel against my mom after that. My
attitude toward the world changed. I started to hate everyone and push
everyone who tried to help me away. I started to feel bad about my
feelings towards diapers but kept coming back to them.
As time went on I started to develop different interests. One say I was
shopping with my babysitting money I saw a pacifier at Family Dollar
and for some reason I wanted it. So I bought it and took it home. Later
that night, when I went to bed I put the paci in my mouth. It was so
relaxing. The next day I woke up to find it still in my mouth. I went
out and bought diapers and decided to start wearing again. By this time
I had discovered jacking off. I also figured that if I jack off I feel
guilty about diapers after which, so I didn't jack off much. I wore to
bed with my paci for a week or two. Then while cleaning the house I
found some of my sisters old baby bottles and bibs. I took one each and
used them one day when my mom and dad weren�t home. I felt so babyish.
I guess that this is where my AB side came from. (AN: which is why this
is called Manifestation :) lol). When I was 15 I was caught by my mom
again and it was straight back to the ward. They did the same thing as
last time.
Over the next few years I started to hate my mother for her attitude
towards me. I rebelled worst than ever. When I turned 17 she caught me
one last time, but this time the ward wouldn't take me because the
intake lady said "There is nothing wrong with your son, he just has a
fetish you don't understand and you�re scared. He doesn't need help
ma'am, you do." This pissed my mother off. For the next half a year my
mom made my life hell, which I gladly returned the favor. One day we
got into an argument and she managed to get me arrested for domestic
violence. I spent three days in jail. When I was released she told me I
wasn't allowed to live with her any more.
*Coming out to myself*
I found a job and got a room at a rooming house where I could be
myself. During this time I came to accept myself as an AB. I looked at
the world as "If you have a problem there are 359 degrees that don't
lead to me." The money I had that didn't go to rent or food I used on
diapers. I finished school a year and a half early for myself. I became
an EVT (Emergency Vehicle Technician) in two months which is almost
unheard of. When I turned 18 my mother informed me at my party that if
I don't lose the diaper thing, I have no place in her heart. I stood
for a few minutes, then looked at her and said "Until you can accept me
for who I am, diapers, gay, and all, you are better off pretending you
don't have a son, because until you can do that, your life will fall
apart piece by piece until there is nothing left, starting with your
daughters." I left my party and have not seen her since. I now live
with an AB friend and am enjoying what I have, which because of the
economy is not much. I am now 99.9% AB and am in the process of finding
a daddy to love me and care for me. I guess because I feel that my mom
should have done that with me rather than make my life hell. I now want
to be a baby in every means. Cribs, bottles, baby food, clothing,
formula, high chairs, strollers, paci's, baby shows, being bathed,
playpens, toys. I have come a long way and still am breaking out of my
shell when it comes to sharing experiences. After 7 years of being into
diapers I finally got some pics on the internet for all to see what
this cute baby boy can become. I have given up on hating the world, it
takes to much energy. And for those who think I'm weird, too bad, we
all have faults. I hope to one day be a criminal prosecutor by day,
baby by night. Until then, only time can tell what they story of my
life can hold.
Baby Richie