True Accounts (Shorts)- 2007

My Diaper Memories Hi, my name is Todd. I have these memories of when I was 5 or 6. I was wetting the bed, which I don't remember doing, but I do remember this: My dad worked at a small grocery store as a meat cutter. We always got our food there because I think we got a discount. We were getting groceries when we came to the diaper area. I think I was sitting in the cart seat in front and my mom got a big box of Pampers. In the early 70s that may have been the only disposables out; I don't remember. She put a box in the cart and I asked, "Who are those for?" She told me that we were going to be taking care of someone. I did not think anything of it.

This account is about my more recent diaper experience.

My name is Caleb. I am 15 years old and this story is about our family vacation last year to Disneyland.

Over spring break our family decided to drive to Disneyland from our house in Michigan. My little brother, who was 10, wets the bed and wears Goodnites, so my parents told him that he would have to wear diapers on the drive down. The last day of school before break ended and we went home to pack. As I walked past my mom's room I saw her packing the diaper bag. I noticed that she had bought a new diaper bag that was really big. She was putting in 3 bags of Goodnites and I thought that was a lot but I never said anything. I went back to my room and finished packing.

My name is Allen. I am 34 years old. I have been wearing diapers all my life except for a year. That was when I was 11 but that was soon to change; here's what happened:

It was the summertime and I was starting to use underwear for the first time. I starting pooping and peeing my pants all the time. One day I had shit myself at home. My mom was home from work that day. I remember being outside playing and after I pooped myself I tried walking inside to change myself. My mom had seen me walk in and noticed that I smelt like poop. She said, "Allen, come here." I didn't want to because I knew she would be upset. I walked over to her she asked if I pooped my pants again. I said, "No mom, I have to go to the bathroom." After she checked my pants she made took me in the bathroom, gave me a bath and told me to go to my room. A while later she came into my room with a diaper and put it on me and told me that I was no longer allowed to use the potty and I was to stay in a diaper all the time.

Until I was about seven years old, I was living in a one-bedroom apartment. One day I decided to pee on the living room floor. I told my Mother that I had spilled a glass of water. My Mother placed her finger in the puddle. Immediately my Mother knew that the puddle was urine, not water. Immediately, I was placed in a diaper and plastic pants. Then I was placed in a crib and told to take a nap.

When I was 4 years old I was still in diapers. This is a short story from that time period. I wasn�t potty trained until I was 5.5 years old.

I have just turned thirteen 2 days ago and am here to tell you my story.

Every year my family takes a trip down to Florida to go stay with my grandma. She is in her late 80's so she wears depends. I was sort of into diapers but not fully. So back to the story, I put on 3 of her pull-ups and put a passie in my mouth. She has baby things since her other grandchildren who are around 3 come over a lot. Then I warmed up some milk in a baby bottle then all of a sudden in walks my mom and she is frozen. I tried to tell her it isn't what she thinks. She turned around and walked back out the door and said that she will be back in 20 minutes and to stay just the way I was. When she came back she said, From now on you are a full baby no, exceptions. I was frozen, thinking is this what I wanted. Then she took off all of my pull-ups and found me wet. She then said that it was all right and that mommy was here. She then puts me in Depend diapers, 7 of them to be exact. A bonnet, and footed pajamas. She told me to wait one minute and that she had a special surprise for me. It was a wheel chair and she said that she wanted to show me off. I complained and started telling her no way, but then she kicked my butt and said that I will do as told. I was crying as she took me around. All of a sudden in walked a very hot woman and my mom said for the rest of the day, "he is all yours."

I�m a 13 year old with a crushing problem; I cannot speak. As you can imagine, it makes it very hard in school as I can only communicate through a computer/laptop and I almost never get the assignments and cannot ask for help. When I was born my mom was heartbroken when they told her I cannot talk. She then underwent a series of restraints on me. For example, I couldn�t go anywhere without a laptop so I could communicate. I also could not leave if she was not home. But there are some good things. I could now see, smell, taste, hear and feel the best aside from thoughts. I have no friends, either. My mom also cries a lot because I have never spoken my first word, nor will I ever I thank you for taking the time to read this story.

Horrific Diaper Punishment

Bedwetting tends to run in my family. My dad and my uncle were all bedwetters until they reached puberty. I too was a bedwetter (and messer). I was potty trained during the day at age 5, but potty training at night was a disaster. Every morning, my bed would be filled with puddles of pee and a pile of poop. After about a week, my parents put me back into my old Pampers, which I happily wet and messed almost every night.

When I was 10, I was put into GoodNites. I was small enough that they never leaked, even though I wet and messed heavily. My friends all knew about my problem (if you could call it that), but they didn't care. In fact, a few of them wore diapers, Pull-Ups, GoodNites, or whatever at night too.

When I was 13, my bedwetting and pooping began to taper off. By 14, it had stopped completely.

When I was in college I rented an apartment with another guy. It was good two bedrooms two bath. One weekend he told me he was going home. Cool, I thought. I will have the house to myself and can wear diapers. Friday, I was ready. I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up some Attends. When I got home I put one on and a tee shirt. I watched some TV and fell asleep. I was woke up by my roommate asking me why I was in a diaper.

�What you doing here?� I asked. He told me his car broke down so he could not go.

�Why are you in a diaper?� he asked again. I was still trying to think of an answer.

�I just wanted to see what they were like,� I told him. �Please don�t tell anyone.�

�How often do you wear them?� he asked.

�Once and a while.�

�I won�t tell your secret,� he said, �and I will tell you one of mine. I am bisexual.�

�I�m straight,� I told him quickly. He told me tonight, �My girlfriend stood me up, my car broke down, and I�m horny. I won�t tell your secret if you will help me out.�

�What do you mean?� I asked. Then he pulled out his cock.

�I want you to suck it.�

�I�m straight,� I said.

�I know, but I won�t tell about you wearing diapers if you will help me out.�

It was always my dream to wear diapers when I turned 10. I got so desperate that I would stuff my underwear with toilet paper and go. That didn�t work too well. Almost instantly it began to leak through, so I had to change. Luckily my parents never found out. Later on after I turned eleven my sister was born. I waited until she was a little bit older, then I began to use her diapers. They didn�t completely fit me so I would stick the diaper tape to the back/sides of tight underwear. I would then pull it up and put another pair of plain boxers over it. That is the method I still use today. As I type this I�m sitting in a completely filled and wet diaper. It leaked and soaked my PJs but I enjoy this.

So, now to the story...

Nico's Makeshift Day of FUN

I find myself at home with no one else and have a fantastic time! I only wish I had a real one. :(

This happened on May 16 2007 afternoon. Both my parents weren�t home. My dad would be here at ten and my mom at six. I just got home and decided it would be fun diaper time. I pulled my pants down, then my underwear, keeping down by my legs. I laid it out with paper towels. I pulled it up and took a garbage bag (white) and poked foot holes and pulled them up and stuffed the rest in the makeshift diaper. I played for a while like a baby. I put on my jeans; they barely fit. I went into my very big backyard and walked around like an ordinary day but secretly in a diaper. I went back in. Then I took my jeans off and began to wet it; I did this twice. I loved it!!! I almost thought it would leak but it did not. I put on my jeans and walked to the park and saw a lot of kids. I was nervous, but excited!!! Nothing happened and I went home. When I got home I cleaned myself up. I can not wait to do it again!!!

My name is Dirk and here's a story about me and what I did to get me into diapers. First, I�ll give you info on my family. I have a mom. I don't have a dad because my dad died in Iraq. I have two older sisters- Tiffany and Rebecca; they're 16. Then me, 14, and my two younger brothers Tyler and Benny, 12. Then my baby brother, Roy, 18 months. These are their ages in the story.

This started when I was the bully in school. I hit kids and mouthed off at teachers. Eventually, my mom was so sick of it she made me promise never to do it again after I had made a racist remark against a teacher. She did spank me of course just for that. About a week later I did it again. When my mom heard she was extremely frustrated at me. This time I had landed myself in deep. When the principal told my mother what had "gone down" she had me over her lap in the office. I had 100 hard ones, then 50 when I got home.

Dirk, you've hit this big time. To keep you out of trouble I'll treat uncontrollably crying. Mom stuck a pacifier in my mouth. I spat it back at her. I got another 25 slaps. When the spankings were totally over I had a total of 175 slaps. My butt was as red as a tomato. She put me on the changing table in Roy's room. She put me in a disposable size 5 diaper. I was only 3'6� and 85 pounds, so I could fit into anything my brothers could. Then she dressed me in a sleeper that was very tight and didn't allow me to stand up straight. Later, when we finished dinner mom made an announcement:

When I was born I had underdeveloped genitalia, so basically I never had any control "down there" but full control of poop. A few weeks ago I was being babysat because my mom and my brothers and sister were leaving town. My mom left clear instructions for the babysitter about everything, especially my diapers.

One day when I was in third grade I was walking to school. I had to go to the bathroom really bad. Suddenly, I started peeing my pants. I started crying and ran over to school. I went to the nurse's office. She called my mom and told her to bring me a change of clothes. When my mom arrived at the school, however, she had a pair of baby clothes and a diaper. She told me to put them on and I did as I was told. For the next couple of years I had to walk around wearing diapers.

Then when I was in fifth grade I started wetting the bed again, and then pooping the bed. That was when my mom had had it. She made me wear Pull-Ups to bed, but then she moved me on to Huggies Moist Supreme diapers.

Now it is April 27, 2007 and I am 14 years old. I am still to this day wearing diapers. I am wearing Huggies Moist Supreme diapers right now and it is 7:54 PM. I peed and pooped in my diapers when I was typing this up so I have to go change myself now. See ya!

Thanks,

When I was in the third grade I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and she said I had to wait until the bell rang. I told her that I had to go right now and that I couldn�t wait any longer. She said, �That�s too bad,� that she wasn�t going to dismiss from class. So in just a matter of a few minute's later I started wetting my pants and I had also pooped in them, and the girl behind me started complaining about me messing my pants. The teacher wasn�t very happy and she took me by the arm and led me down towards the kindergarten classroom. She told the teacher down there to watch me for the rest of the day and to keep me in thick diaper's because I peed and pooped in my pant's like a little kid. �You might want to keep him in one of the playpens you have down here.� And with that the teacher explained that while down here in her class that I would indeed have to be kept in diapers and plastic pants. She also said that I would receive my bottle in and lunch while sitting in a highchair like all the other kids down here do. And then she handed me a pacifier and told me to keep it in my mouth at all times.

I can recall back to age 6. I wet the bed all the time. My grandmother told my mom to put a diaper on me. I love the attention received when someone is taking care of me (in my imagination).

When I stopped wetting my bed, I still wanted to wear diapers and rubber pants. As I got older I would buy diapers and rubber pants. For obvious reasons I had to be very careful. I did not want to do this, but I really needed to tell someone. I know this is completely private and will never be released to anyone, I so I decided to go through with it.

I imagine a very soft, loving, woman taking care of me (because she enjoys it as much as I do). I want her to change me, feed me a bottle, nurse me. It's not the milk I want, it�s her holding me in her arms so close and letting me nurse on her nipples. I had a dream once, the woman taking care of me decided, since she was afraid I would fall out of bed, she decided to have someone build me a large crib. The thought of laying in a crib and having mommy talk to me, laugh with me and change me would excite me to the max. I wonder whether there are women imagining doing this as much as I want them to.

Once upon a Vacation

Hello my name is Casey this is my first account with diapers.

One day while I was at my friend Justin's house after school we were playing with toys in his bedroom just doing what a normal 6 year old would do and then Justin asked me wouldn't it be cool to wear diapers and I said well maybe. Then he jumped up and ran to his baby sister's room and came back in his room with two diapers and said here put this on. I told him no and then I maid Justin a deal that if he put on a diaper I would put one on. Justin went in the closet and changed into the a diaper and came out with just the diaper on so then I did the same. He wanted me to pee in it I thought this was strange at the time but I did it anyways and it felt great. Justin then pee and pooped his diaper he wanted me to poop mine but I told him I didn't have to poop I lied. We started doing this after school a couple times a week. I moved away soon after.

my first diaper experience was when i was 6. I was on one of my first sleepover at my friend alexs house. Alex had a younger brother cory. when his mom told us it was time to get ready for bed she took cory into the bathroom for a few minutes. then she called Alex to come see her. I had no idea what was going on. When alex came out, mr. murray called me to come see her. she told me to go get my pajamas and come right back with them. when I went into the bathroom she told me that she was going to help me get ready for bed. i had no idea what she ment until she lifted me onto the counter which was a changing table. next thing you know she was had taken off my underwear and was putting a diaper on me. Then she grabed my pajamas and pulled them up and over. She told me that little boys still wet their beds and we were going to make sure we were dry for the night.

It first started when I had fallen asleep in class. I felt a warm feeling on my leg .When I woke up I realized I had wet my pants. Everyone was staring and giggling. I ran and started crying. I ran down the hallway to the nurse's office. She then called my mom to bring me some clothes. When she came she took me in to the car and put a diaper on me and said: Act like a baby, treated like baby.

I was going to stay at my Uncle's house for the week with my brother. My dad and mom were going on a trip. We were going to the water park at about 11:00am. When we got there we paid and went in. My brother was not feeling well, so he stayed with my aunt. I left my trunks at my uncle's house in my bag. So we went to the store but they were out of trunks, but they had "Little Swimmers" and so my uncle bought them for me. When he came back with them I told him I was not a baby, but he said that they were out of trunks so I said fine, I would wear them. He said not to use them. I said okay. After we were getting ready to go we went to tell of my Little Swimmers that he bought for me. He said, "I thought I told you not to use this as a bathroom!" I said, "I didn't." he said I pooped in it. I said I was sorry about it. He sad it is fine. We had eaten at the park so we didn't eat at home. Once we got home my uncle took his shower and then I did. Once I got out of my shower he called me in his room. I said, "What?" He said, "take off your boxers." I said "Why?" "I need to put one of your brother's diapers on you since you pooped your Little Swimmers at the park. I don't want you wetting the bed." I called my mom and dad and they said it was fine. I have been wearing diapers since I was 12 years old.