True Accounts (Shorts)- 2008

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.