| Title: | Tim | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Tim | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 14 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 11/09/08 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | This is how and when I started wearing diapers. |
I remember it well. When I was eight I wet the bed one day and my mom was very mad so she kept me home from school and made me stay home while she went to the store. When she came back she had baby diapers in one hand and powder in the other. She put them on the floor. I tried to run away but she grabbed me and took all my clothes off. Then she laid me on the floor while I kicked and cried and she got a diaper ready and slid it under me then she put powder all over me and pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tabs. She warned me if I tried to take it off she would put 5 more diapers on me but then she picked me up and held me like a baby and shoved a bottle. Scared of what she might do, I drank it. Then she burped me and she said, �If you wet the bed like a baby I�ll treat you like a baby,� to show me was serious. She forced me into a onesie and sat on the couch patting my butt and gently rubbing my back. Then all of a sudden I lost all control and soaked the diaper and she knew right away and in baby talk she said, �Does momma's wittle baby need a diapee change?� Then she pulled out another diaper and changed me again. After she was done she gave me a pacifier and held me again but now she was rubbing me all over my diaper the front the back of the diaper. She rubbed the whole diaper area and it felt good. She kept rubbing and rubbing me and she tickled me. Then she gave me another bottle. A half hour later after all the rubbing my diaper but she must have put something in the bottle because this time I lost control. Even worse, I messed the diaper and of course she changed me again and rebuttoned my onesie. I rubbed myself again, which I loved; it just felt good. She carried me around and I just kept peeing and messing and she kept rubbing me. I remember it well and think of it all the time. If anyone has questions email me at [email protected].