True Accounts (Shorts)- 2008

Taren

Summary

I have always loved the feeling of a warm, soft,squishy diaper. This story is about my first experience pooping in a pampers underjams diaper. email me your comments to [email protected] please comment and tell me what you thought of the story.

My first experience in a diaper was when I was 12. I ordered a free sample in the mail. When i got the diaper I put it on and ever since I have fell in love with diapers. The next day I went to the local supermarket and got a pack of pampers underjams. I left the store and when I got home, I threw off my clothes and changed myself into my first diaper. Then about an hour later, I had the urge to poop. 2 mins later, I let go of the gigantic, hot, smelly load that ended up in the seat of my diaper.

Growing Up

I was born in Racine, WI on October 6th 1955 the oldest in a family of eight. I had four brothers and one sister [who got away with everything] while us boys, me in particular, got the whippings for anything and everything. Our parents didn�t think children should behave like children. The other boys, as well as myself wet the bed almost every night and were disciplined for doing with a leather strap; which didn�t make the situation any better as we continued wetting the bed through grade school into junior high. I had a cousin about the same age as me who was forced not only to wear Pampers at night but also to school. The more he was picked on or made fun of the better my aunt and uncle liked it `They believed, in their mind, he deserved it. He was constantly reminded that he wore diapers by being told, �You act like a baby, you get treated like one.� I still wear diapers at night because during my "formative years" I was forced to take Ritalin & Thorazine 3 times a day. At the time it was well known that Ritalin and Thorazine caused frontal-lobe brain damage as well as damage to other vital organs (liver, kidneys) and possible loss of bladder and bowel control. All my parents were interested. Teachers were told that I was sedated and medicated and much easier to deal with that way. My family continues to stick their noses in my business and insult my superior intelligence every chance they get, particularly at "family gatherings". I keep a low profile at those times. \

Diapered in the Mall

I was at the mall with my mom and wet myself and my mom changed me in public and girls saw me.

I wear diapers all the time. My mom usually diapers me and some times I get changed in public. This is a humiliating story of me being changed at the mall.

How it all started

Hello, my name is Nancy. I have a wonderful life and enjoy most days in the garden. I was sitting in my garden when I was reading. It was a nice, quiet day. My husband was calling, so I went to see what was wrong. He wanted me to pop around the local shop. So I fetched my purse and started walking around to the shop, stopping halfway to talk to friends has I was passing by. Once in the shop I was browsing and then I had seen the young chap look about late teens, early thirties. He looked at me a then looked away. I was near him by the magazines. I noticed he had a bulky bottom. I was carrying on looking has I was thinking, "No, it isn't is it?"

Then I noticed the chap lean over to pick something up and as he did this his top lifted a bit above his jeans. Then I had seen it , he was wearing a nappy I had as I had seen from the bulky bottom. I walked over to him and said, "Excuse me." The lad look around saying, "Yes?"

"Do you know I can see your nappy showing?"

Hi, my name terry. I love being in diapers! It all stared about the age of 10. I was in diaper at night for bedwetting. My mother stared to see that I liked being in diapers, so that put stop to that, but it didn't stop the want to have one on. I didn't understand at that time why I would like to wear diapers. I had 3 bothers and 5 sisters that would love to pick on me for my bedwetting. I think my mother would tell them to. She thought it would make me stop. That didn�t happen. I�ve been wetting all my life. At the age of 10 and 18 steal or buy or make diapers. At 16 I had a job at a nursing home for 2 years and I stole diapers and wear them at night. At that age I would be thinking about diapers. My friends would be talking about girls. That hurt me a good deal. I would not understand.

When I was about 10 years old, I came home from school with a really bad report card. When I gave it to my mom, she said that if I was going to act like a baby that she was going to treat me as such. She told me to go to my room and wait for her. By the way, I was really small for my age. When she came in she took everything off of me except my shirt and began to put a Size 6 Luvs on. I was struggling but she held me down.

My name is Tyler Thayer and I LOVE TO WEAR DIAPERS!!! I first started wearing diapers at the age of ten. By just simply putting on my four year old brother's (his current age) pull ups. I got caught by my mother and I had to tell her I was just curious. So, this went on for a couple of days, until I finally decided to poop and pee in the diapers. Let me tell you all a little bit about my brother. He's 4 years old, his name is Andrew (or Drew) we wets the bed and has to wear GoodNights tm. Told ya it would be a little bit LOL!!! So anyways, I still wear diapers today but they don't usually fit because I dig them out of the trash can from my neighbors, my brother's, or like public trash cans or like family restrooms. I like to wear wet ones then I poop in them. I've been caught several times but WHO GIVES A S**T!!! I still like wearing them and that's not going to change. By the way, just a couple of days ago, I was at a grocery store and I went down the diaper aisle and tried to open a box of Huggies but my mom caught me and I UNBELIEVABLY got away with it and my mom helped me come up with an excuse!!! And about excuses, I left a paper bag full of dirty diapers I stole from my neighbors under the garage stairs. So, my dad finds them and I have to come up with an excuse and right out of the blue, my dad GIVES ME AN EXCUSE!!! How funny is that!!! So anyways, thanks for listening to my story!!!

6/2/08

I grabbed a plastic bag off the end of the self-checkout lane, and ran back to the magazine section, luckily right next to the diapers. I grabbed goodnights and stuffed it in the bag, along with the cookies I was carrying (the whole reason my mom let me go to the A&P on top to block of the only exposed part of the package. I went back to the self checkout lane, bought the cookies and Goodnights, double-bagged them, and left. Outside, I stuffed the goodnights into a part of my near- empty backpack, and walked home. My mom pulled into the driveway just as my keys went into the door. I ran inside, and was in my 3rd floor room before my mom was even in the house. I took out my 6-diget lock breifcase, opened it, tore open the package, and placed the diapers in before closing it, hiding it, ad leaving.

6/6/08-11:00 P.M.

This happened to me yesterday. I rent a house from my aunt and uncle. I woke up late, made coffee and changed my wet diaper. By the time I changed, coffee was ready so I sat down, checked email and read the paper.

When I was 12 years old a friend and I were in the woods behind my house with our bikes jumping ramps and stuff. When I went to jump the ramp I lost my balance in midair and fell I hit my head on a big rock and the bike came down on top of me. I must have gone unconscious or something because the next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed. The doctors said that I broke two ribs and my leg, which considering the circumstances, that was nothing. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks. When I finally went home the doctor told my mom that due to internal damage I may wet the bed at night and my mom said okay and thanked the doctor, who literally saved my life.

I was at my babysitter�s house when I was 8 years old. I had pooped in my pants. I just could not hold it. I was scared to tell Kelly (my sitter) so I just kept on playing. Later she called me over to her. Kelly asked me if I had a poopy accident. I said no. She did not believe me. Kelly pulled my pants back to check them. Kelly then slapped me for lying to her. She was not too happy. She asked me why I did that and I told her I couldn�t hold it, it was an accident. So she asked me why I did not tell her. I said because I had nothing else to wear and I was scared. Kelly told me, �You still should have told me; besides, I have extra diapers on hand.�

I was the youngest of three, I had two older sisters. Being there was no preschool, I guess I wasn't pressured into being trained, and I remember being 3, and in diapers. At the park with a few families, I remember doing a load in my pants, and my sister Elise noticing and getting mom, who matter-of-factly changed me in front of everybody else, with the older kids giggling and smirking. I didn't seem embarrassed; in fact I remembered enjoying the attention and the diapering. I was finally trained by 4, in time for kindergarten, but I still had the occasional accident. I guess I never really got past diapers, as I would use plastic bags for plastic pants, and old towels for diapers. When adolescence hit (around 12) and nobody was home I would sometimes watch myself do a load in my pants, putting paper towels inside old undies. I loved seeing the bulge in back and would walk around with the load, imagining I was still 3 or so. Then I'd drop the undies, and jack off. This continued for years, and even after marriage and fatherhood I would sometimes do this when alone for the day or weekend, or just jack off imagining I was a diapered boy again. I thought I was unique in this weird fetish, until the advent of the internet, and then I discovered others had similar stories and feelings. That was a relief.