| Title:
| Young Diaper Lover
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| Name:
| Woodcutter
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 50
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 05/17/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
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| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
| | 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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This is a true story of how my parents made a young diaper lover.
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| Deekerian Score (10 is max.)
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17 (85%)
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A YOUNG DIAPER LOVER
Written By Woodcutter
I am a 50 years old, male, and a diaper lover now thanks to my parents,
this is my true story of how my parents turned a young boy into a
diaper lover as I remember it. It all started then I was six and just
before starting first grade, I always had a problem with not wiping my
butt good enough and leaving streaks in my shorts. Mom was threatening
me that she was gong to start putting diapers on me if I don�t stop
making a mess in my underwear, she said, �You really need to wipe your
butt better when you go poop. I�m getting tired of having to scrub them
every time I do laundry.� I just stood there looking at her because I
knew she would never do that to me. This one day in mid August in 1964,
I was playing with my friends on the other side of the block I had to
go pee really bad but I was too scared to ask to use their toilet so I
left for home. I started running, holding myself and thinking, �Oh my
God, I�m not going to make it.� I got halfway and out it come the dark
spot in front of my shorts was getting bigger and bigger it spread as I
stood there crying, I got home and went in the back door I know I was
in trouble, still crying my mom heard me and can out to the kitchen and
saw me standing there in my very wet pants.
Mom grabbed me and started yelling and shaking me she dragged me to my
bedroom then said, �This is too much. You gone to far now boy, you
asked for it, now you�re going to get it.� She pulled my wet shorts and
undies off and there were the streaks in plain view. She just saw red.
She picked my up and laid me across her lap then she spanked me until I
couldn�t sit. I was screaming when she stood me up and said, �You don�t
move, just stand there.� I stood there naked rubbing my very sore butt.
Then she came back in I was shocked she had baby powder and diapers in
her hand I started to scream, �No mommy, no! I won�t do it again! I
won�t! Please don�t put that on me! I won�t do it again!�
She looked at my and said, �You should have thought of that before you
pissed in your pants.�
�I couldn�t help it, it just came out.�
She grabbed me and threw me on the bed. I was kicking and screaming but
somehow, and I don�t know how, but she got it on and pinned up and the
rubber pants on, too; must be a mommy thing. She grabbed me again and
dragged me out the front door kicking and screaming, sat me down in the
chair on the front porch then told me, �Now you sit there and don�t you
move!� I got up she threw me down in the chair and said �If you get up
again I�m going to walk you all the way around the block, then all your
friends well definitely see you. You want to act like a baby, you�re
going to be treated as one, do you hear me?�
I shook my head yes. I didn�t think she�d do that to me, I was wrong.
I sat there for hours. my little sister was there the whole time
teasing me. Then my older sister came home and saw me setting there and
started to laugh so hard she was crying. She asked mom what was going
on. Mom told her and said, �You go out and make fun of him tease him
all you want.� She came back out and started in on me dancing around
shouting as load as she can �BABY, BABY JESSE�S A BABY HE�S WAERING A
DIAPER BECAUSE HE WETS AND POOP HIS PANTS!�
About that time my older brother came up the driveway. He laughed and
joined in. I was screaming for mom by that time. She came out and I
said, �TELL THEM TO STOP!� She looked at me and said �I told them to do
this to you. Maybe now you�ll stop acting like a baby and act your
age!�
I started to cry. They kept it up. I was crying hard now, holding my
ears trying not to hear them. I didn�t even realize I peed again. Mom
called us for dinner. I ran in to my bedroom. She came in and told me I
had to eat dinner in the diapers. God, how much more did I have to do?
I walked into the dining room. That�s when dad saw me. He just shook
his head. After dinner mom took me in my bedroom and started to take
the rubber pants off when she saw I peed again she looked at me and
said, �Son of a bitch, you peed in them.� I said �But mom, I couldn�t
help it. I was crying so hard I didn�t even know I did it. �I�m sorry,
I really am.� She took them off and told me to go and take a bath and
then go to bed. She started the water and I did as she said.
The next morning mom came in and woke me up at breakfast. Mom asked me
if I was going to have a good day today I told her yes. I was good for
the next four days until mom did the laundry and found my underwear. A
few of them had more then streaks in them, mom went crazy she grabbed
me by my hair and dragged me in to the bathroom were she had them
socking in soapy water she told me, �Now you scrub them until they�re
clean.� I scrubbed. She stood there the whole time yelling at me. When
I was done she put the diaper back on. From that day on she checked my
undies every night and every night I was scrubbing and in diapers. This
went on until school started. I still had diapers on from dinner until
bedtime.
Then one night my brother decided to play a trick on me. He made sure
that I drank two big glasses of water just before bed so some time
during the night I peed the bed. When I woke up and seen what I did I
changed and hide them I made sure that the covers hid the spot on the
bed. When I got home from school mom was so mad she just pulled my
pants down right there in the living room and spanked me as she was
putting on the diapers she said, �Now you well wear them all night
long. I�ll be damned if I�m going to wash sheets every day, if your so
determined to act like a baby then you well be treated like one.�
From that day I was to be put in diapers from the time I get home from
school until I got up in the morning and all day on weekends and
holidays she also put on a plastic mattress cover. I was not allowed to
use the bathroom to go potty at all. I had to pee and poop in the
diapers and I that to clean them, too. This went on for months, then
one day it happened, my biggest fear. I had an accident at school, and
on the playground, too, right in front of everyone. I had never been so
humiliated. All the kids were teasing me. They took me to the nurse�s
office and she called my mom. She came to the school with a bag in her
hand. She was talking to the nurse for a long time. Then I came in
there. I was sitting and closed the door behind her.
She looked at me and said, �What the hell is the matter with you?� She
opened the bag and brought out some clean pants, a diaper and rubber
pants. I started to cry and begged her, �Please, not at school, too,
please no.� She told me that she and the nurse talked and from now on
you well wear diapers 24 hours a day. I will bring the nurse a pile of
clean ones and you well bring home the dirty one, then take them back
the next day.� I looked at her, shocked that she would even say
anything like that I said �but she�ll see me naked, I can�t do that!�
she slapped me and said, �You will do exactly what I say, do you
understand me, young man? Besides, she�s seen plenty of naked boys.�
She diapered me and got me dressed then sent me back to class. From
that day on I had no friends anymore no one wanted to play with a baby
in diapers I was teased non stop.
About six months of this and I was starting to enjoy wearing diapers. I
think the nurse had noticed that, too, because when she changed me she
asked me why I had a erection. I asked her what that was and she said,
�That�s when your pee-pee gets hard like it is now.� I turned all red.
I didn�t answer her. She then asked me if I was trying to stop peeing
my pants. I still didn�t answer her. She then said, �I think you like
wearing them and being changed like a baby, don�t you?� She was done
diapering me and had me sit there a minute so we could talk then she
said �Well, are you going to answer my question?� I looked at her then
said, �Yes, please don�t tell my mom, please don�t.�
�Oh, I don�t know. I should call her and tell her what I think is going
on, then I said, �Please, please don�t!� She studied me awhile then
said, �Well, I don�t think I will, mainly because to tell you the
truth. I like changing your diaper for you, but you can�t tell her that
or we well both be in trouble, okay?�
I said, �Okay, I will never tell anyone. Does that mean I can pee more
often and get changed?� She said, �Sure you can.� This was the second
best thing that happened to me; the first was the diapers. After that
my use increased instead of decreasing.
After a year or so of wearing diapers 24/7 I think mom got tired of
washing all the cloth diapers. I was a little over 7 years old when mom
came in my room with a big bag and pulled out this big pack of
disposable diapers and said, �These are your new diapers.� She then
laid me down on the bed and showed me how to put them on and how to put
them on by myself. When I went to the nurse to tell her my mom had
already been there and told her that I could do them myself. I asked
her if she can keep changing my diapers, even though my mom said I can
do them myself. Now she said I shouldn�t but she can�t help herself and
said she would keep changing me, I was so happy.
After five years in diapers 24/7 I no longer had any bladder or bowel
control at all.
Age 11, mom was defiantly tired of the diapers she knew she created a
monster diaper lover. She decided I need to be potty trained. We went
around and around. For months I wasn�t making any headway in the
training so she sat me down to talk to me and said, �Now son, you
really need to make an effort into getting out of those diapers. You�re
11. You�re not supposed to be in diapers unless you have a medical
problem, and you don�t have one. I know you like to wear them and I
know I did that to you, so I�m going to make you a deal. You need to
get out of them for school and out in public but you can wear them at
night and in the house any time you want to; so is it a deal or not?� I
thought for a few minutes, then said, �What if I don�t want to?� she
said, �Then I won�t buy any more diapers at all.� I thought some more
then said, �Okay, it�s a deal.� She smiled and hugged me and said, �I�m
really sorry I did this to you but I really thought it would work, but
I was wrong and it turned you into a diaper lover.� I said, �It�s okay,
mom. I really love to wear a diaper; it feels really good to me.�
After six months I was potty trained and mom did what she said. She
would do she bought me diapers for at night and at home she even bought
me nighttime diapers and daytime diapers and booster pads that made
them big and bulky. To this day I still wear diapers at night and at
home and I still love them.
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