True Story of My Childhood Diapering

My name is Matt and life was great. It was summer break. I had just 
finished 1st grade, and it was finally here the birthday party I had 
been waiting for. It was my best friend Keith’s 8-year old birthday (I 
was younger, only 7 still). Keith's parents are rich. His dad is a 
doctor so they have a very nice house with a pool in the backyard. 
Swimming is one of my favorite things to do for fun. The party starts 
at 3pm, so my mom drops me off at a quarter ‘til one. I got there early 
since he's my best friend and I knew he wouldn't mind. There was plenty 
of food and drinks at the party. I usually am not a big eater but today 
was different. I ate a good amount at the party, but not too much to 
affect my swimming. I was having a ton of fun. We were playing some 
basketball, wiffleball, and swimming lots. It was great!

Now let me take this time to tell you a little about myself. I love 
playing and having fun. I hate to be interrupted when I'm playing. I 
even hate to stop playing to go to the bathroom. Going pee isn't bad 
especially when in a pool because I can just pee in the water and no 
one is the wiser (yes I know this isn't the most pleasant thing, but 
let's not kid ourselves, everyone does it and there's so much chlorine 
in pools that there's nothing really to worry about). But pooping on 
the other hand is a problem. I'm also very, very shy. I'm nervous about 
asking people where the restroom is. I had this problem at summer camp 
for a week. Everyday that week I came home with messy shorts. Well 
these two things combined have caused me to mess my shorts more than a 
few times, and today would be no different.

While swimming I felt the urge to poop. I ignored it and kept on 
swimming and playing in the water. After awhile, the urge got too great 
and I couldn't hold it anymore. I just got out of the pool and ran 
behind a bush as quickly as possible to pull my shorts down, but it was 
too late. I had messed in my swim trunks. Luckily it was almost six 
o'clock, and my mom would be here soon to pick me up. I tried to keep 
my distance from my friends as much as possible and lay low, hoping 
that they didn't smell my very messy shorts. My friends didn't say 
anything so I'm pretty sure they didn't notice, but my luck was soon to 
run out. It appeared as though I might make it until pickup time 
without getting noticed. Well I wouldn’t be that lucky today.

See, I have a little brother that's only 2 years old. Apparently he 
wasn't feeling well and my mom didn't want to leave him, so she called 
and Keith's mom was to take me home! I was devastated when I heard 
this. I knew I'd be found out for sure when I had to get in the car. I 
was sure Keith and his mom would find out I had messed my pants. Well, 
I managed to shake out the excess poop, but I still had stained brown 
shorts and the smell was still there. Keith's baby sister ended up 
coming along, which was good for me. Keith's mom noticed the smell of 
poop and so did Keith, but both said that Patty (Keith's little sister) 
must have poopied in her diaper. I just agreed with a sigh of relief. 
After what seemed like forever, we finally pulled into my driveway. I 
thanked Keith's mom for driving me home and ran into the house. My mom 
was there to greet me and asked how it was. I said it was great and 
tried running up to my room, but my mom grabbed my arm.

"What's that smell?" my mom asked with a very angry look on her face. I 
just stared at the floor in shame. I knew I was screwed so I just told 
the truth.

"I...um...well...," I managed to get out.

"Well what!?!" my mom yelled.

"Well I was swimming and having fun. I just didn’t realize I had to go 
to the bathroom so bad, and I didn't make it," I said still looking at 
the floor.

"That's it! You've messed your pants for the last time, boy!" I could 
tell by her yelling that my mom was pissed. She then grabbed me by the 
arm and dragged me into the family room. She pushed me onto the floor 
and told me to lay there. I was so scared I just did what she asked. 
Then I felt my mom pulling my soiled trunks off leaving me naked on the 
floor. I looked at what she had in her hand and was shocked. It was one 
of my little brother's baby diapers. With such quickness she got it on 
my very snugly. She then lifted me up off the floor and gave me a good 
hard smack on the bottom. Though it didn't hurt very badly due to the 
diaper, I still busted out in tears.

"Go ahead and cry you little baby," my mom mocked as she led me 
upstairs to my bedroom. She opened my door and pushed me in telling me 
that I was to go to sleep since babies need naps. She told me that if I 
took off the diaper myself I would get the spanking of my life, and she 
then slammed the door shut and left. I was so mortified that I did just 
what she said and took a nap in nothing but the baby diaper. I slept 
for hours, just like a real baby would.

I woke up and had a terrible urge to pee. Part of me wanted to use the 
diaper, but I was too nervous too and instead held it. My dad came in 
just in time and let me out of the diaper. I went and peed in the 
toilet, and told him and my mom that I had learned my lesson and 
wouldn’t mess my pants anymore.

Well I never got diapered again, but still had some messing accidents 
up until I was 12 (blush). Was a very scary experience when it happened 
but looking back I wish it’d have happened more and lasted longer 
(sigh).