/abdl/ - Adult Baby - Diaper Lover★

>>46500

you poor baby. I want to wrap you in a soft blanket, both physically and emotionally. if they had real diapers on-hand why didn't they put one on you?

>>46502

Thank you. Ha, I have a lot more memories like that (some a lot worse). All of my cousins (at this particular event) were older and out of diapers, so the only diapers on hand were the ones my mom brought in her purse. She usually only packed one or two (I'm guessing they took up too much room?) and more often than not, that wasn't enough.

Side note: another drawback to her keeping my spare diaper(s) in her purse was that whenever she set her purse down on a table, but it was open, anybody who walked by could see the diaper inside. Quite a few times, I got picked on because other kids would spot the diapers in my mom's purse and guess they were for me. :(

Since last thread had some amazing histories, it would be a shame to lose it to the sands of time, so here's the archive of it:

http://archive.is/j8LdJ

I don't recall ever going back into diapers after I was toilet trained (which was probably fairly early), the one kind of memory I have that I think may be why I'm into this now.

>in kindergarten, must have been around 4 years

>just using the urinal same as any other time

>another kid walks up to use the urinal too even though he's diapered under his pants

>not too long after he's there one of the workers comes and tells him off for trying to use the urinal

That's about all I remember, and thinking it was weird that they'd tell him off for trying to use the toilet. Could have been he was making a mess on his clothes, I didn't notice, but I'm now thinking that might have triggered some kind of "diapers = good" mentality in me

>>46504

tell us more

I'm the author of the following posts in the last thread

>>44928

>>44929

>>44936

http://archive.is/j8LdJ

So thinking back I have a couple of diaper memories from before age 4. Bear in mind I wasn't potty trained until about 3 1/2

>be me, be getting changed on bathroom floor at home by mom

>want to touch my diaper for some reason

>reach down, poke something soft and smooth

>mom says to stop and gets kinda fussy

>do it a second time

>mom fusses again

>press down, finger sinks in

>realize it's my poop and not the outer surface of the diaper (this was early 90s so they were plastic backed)

I guess this is evidence that even during my unpotty trained days I was attached to the tactile aspect of diapers

>similar age, a few months later have baby sitter put me to bed

>have to put on my pullups

>she says some comment about me wearing under wear to bed (I don't remember exactly)

>exclaim excitedly that "but I wear pull ups!"

I also remember not needing pullups any more but my mom keeping them in my chest of drawers for a few weeks before giving them away to some other family. I have a whole slew of other memories from this period that are unrelated to diapers. I don't think I have exceptionally good memory as so much as my late potty traing pushed past age 3, which is where most peoples early memories began

>>46526

I posted a lot of memories in the previous thread but here's another, probably from age 5. There's a somewhat infamous Pampers commercial where it shows a close-up of a naked baby's bottom sitting down on a package of diapers and squishing it. When I saw that commercial, I felt VERY uncomfortable because of my mom's strong dislike for changing diapers and the fact that nudity in general was very taboo. Also, the squishiness probably reminded me of being left in a messy diaper, which happened often. I also remember getting nervous because I was terrified what would happen if someone took off my diaper and wanted me to act like the babies on tv. And, of course, I was very aware that I was "too old for diapers," even though I couldn't help it.

I also remember my mom being horrified by the commercial and saying something like, "They shouldn't show naked babies on tv!" That reinforced my belief that diapers (and my own body) were disgusting. That only made me more and more ashamed during changing time, especially when I was changed in public.

>>46526

Here's another. I was maybe 6, and my parents took me to church. They'd tried to get me to pee before we left the house but this church had services that lasted over an hour, and it was a long drive to get there. Sure enough, my bladder went rogue and I soaked my diaper, maybe half an hour in. I told my mom but she made me wait until after communion, then took me down to the bathroom in the basement. I remember seeing my classmates in the congregation and seeing them snicker as my mom led me downstairs (they already suspected I still wore diapers and teased me constantly). Once in the basement restroom, mom made me lie down on the very cold, very dirty floor (I don't know why she didn't just change me standing up) and changed me. I remember it was a unisex bathroom with two stalls. Halfway through the change, another mom came in and changed her toddler on the floor of the stall next to me. I remember the toddler and I looking at each other and the toddler laughing. It meant nothing of course but in my six-year-old brain, I imagined the kid was laughing at me for still needing diapers.

This kind of thing happened a few times. Eventually, my mom switched to taking the diaper out of her purse, having me put it under my shirt, and sending me off to change myself. I was maybe 8 then. That was less embarrassing overall but I do remember trying VERY hard not to make noise as I untaped my diaper and changed it. Once, a kid in the next stall heard and made fun of me, but that memory is a little fuzzy (probably because of how embarrassed I got).

My mom was babysitting my little cousin, who was very early in the process of potty training. I was maybe a couple years older, but still totally incontinent, which made me feel extra embarrassed (and maybe a little jealous) as I watched my mom take care of her. At one point, my cousin threw a tantrum and refused to use the toilet, insisting she wanted to go #2 in her diaper instead. Instead of making her, my mom made a deal. She let my cousin sit on the toilet but leave her diaper on as she pooped, then she changed her after. I remember my cousin grinning with pride, like she'd just accomplished something great. I'd always felt super embarrassed when my mom changed me, especially after #2, so I couldn't understand why she was so pleased with herself. Something about her being happy after pooping herself, plus her not being at all shy about being changed, plus using the toilet with her diaper still on, made me feel… funny. My parents had already tried to train me a few times (all unsuccessful b/c of medical reasons) but after that, I always hoped they'd have me sit on the toilet with my diaper still on, for some reason.

I had severe bladder problems that honestly didn't get any better as I got older. My parents didn't want me wearing diapers once I was in middle school, so they switched me to these laughably tiny pads. Problem was, my bladder was still literally almost as bad as that of an infant. I tried to go use the bathroom as often as possible, obviously, but often no matter how hard I tried to stop it, I'd start pissing and basically flood my pants. As you might imagine, that didn't do much for my social life. Somehow, miraculously, I managed to never wet myself in front of someone, but I never told any friends about it, and was too scared/shy to date.

When I did have accidents (maybe once or twice a week), I'd hide behind a book or a locker door or whatever, then duck into the bathroom afterwards. Of course, by then, there wasn't anything to do but discretely throw away the soaked pad and basically hide in the stall until my clothes dried, then go to the principal's office and lie about being sick so I could go home.

I pretty much never told my parents what really happened because very early on, I realized they basically tuned it out. I guess they didn't know how to fix the problem, so they just pretended it didn't exist. I remember shyly mentioning it when I was sixteen, how the pads weren't enough and I was still having frequent accidents, and they were surprised. They said they thought it was only a minor problem by then. Afterwards, though, they pretended the conversation never happened and did nothing to help me.

The problem persisted into college, where I unwisely tried to make a go of it without even the little pads (which I was too scared to buy myself) and often had to hide in the bathroom of whatever building I was near until my pants dried.

It sounds absurd now but it didn't really occur to me to buy adult diapers until I was about 20. I remember walking to the store, shaking, and not even knowing where to find them. I approached a pharmacist and made up some lie about needing to buy diapers for a disabled relative. He was very cool about it and commended me on being so nice, which only made me feel more ashamed. Once I got home and put my first adult diaper on, this flood of old memories came back to me, the feeling of security that came with being diapered.

All throughout college, I still felt super ashamed about wearing them for fun, though, and I was usually too embarrassed to wear them out of necessity either. Eventually, I got on detrol (on the advice of a girlfriend, the first person I ever told about the problem) and even though the medication was crazy-expensive, that more or less cured the bladder problem in less than a week (though accidents still happened from time to time). After that, diapers became something I only wore for fun. An interesting side effect was that after being on detrol for a few years, the bladder spasms basically stopped, even when I went off the medication. In fact, nowadays, I actually have fewer bladder spasms without the medication than I have when being on it.

>>46517

I was not incontinent but had a VERY shy bladder that made it nearly impossible to use crowded public bathrooms.

To manage this, I was always allowed to use the nurse's public bathroom. I was also sent to school with a diaper or pull-up in my backpack through my senior year of high school.

I didn't have to wear a diaper on normal days, but wore one on pretty much every single field trip. I wet the diaper on a handful of fields trips during elementary school, and once in the 8th grade.

I never wet my pants during school hours, but had more accidents than I care to admit on the way home from school.

It definitely affected popularity and dating, but I think the biggest reason for that was that it affected confidence.

Someone in the last thread mentioned messing the bed at age 7. Could that annon kindly provide details, stories, etc on that? How old were you before it stopped? Did you just go to bed like normal and wake up in a messy goodnite? How often did it happen? did it just become normal after a time? Did your parents support you, or were they assholes about it? What caused it? details, please.

I remember one time when I was still wetting the bed (I stopped when I was 6 I think) waking up in a pooped pullup. I was kind of confused to be honest. Its a really fuzzy memory, but I do remember being messy in the morning. Im pretty sure my mom/dad were not mad, because I would have remembered that. There was only one time that my mom was not supportive of me while I was still wetting, and I remember that clearly.

>>46894

Same person here.

I also remember this one time while I was wetting the bed still where I had diarrhea. I made it to the bathroom in time and everything, but I then went to my mom and told her that I had diarrhea, and asked her if maybe I should wear one of my pullups just in case. I think she sort of sighed and said OK. So I went and changed into my pullups early and went about my business. I may have had to go the bathroom one or two more times, but I never had an accident. I do remember part of me wanting to have an accident though.

>>46894

>>46895

Not the person from the previous thread, but I messed the bed on 3 separate occasions growing up and remember them all pretty vividly.

The first time, I was in the first grade (about 6 y/o) and simply woke up in the middle of the night with a log in my Goodnite. I had not done this before so I didn't know what to do, and ended up just staying in bed until morning when I changed myself. My mom obviously found out (poopy Goodnites in the bathroom trash don't go unnoticed), but she wasn't angry about it.

The second time was in the second grade (about 7 y/o) and I woke up WHILE pooping. I tried to run to the toilet, but ultimately filled my Goodnite and had to empty it into the toilet. The commotion woke up my parents, so I took a shower and was given a clean pullup to sleep in for the rest of the night.

The final time happened when I was in the 5th grade (about 10 y/o). I had stopped wetting the bed at that point, but one night, I woke up having completely wet and messed my pajamas. It was after a friends birthday party, and was presumably caused by too much soda, greasy food, and being overtired. That's the only time I would describe my parents as having been angry about it (though they were not furious, more frustrated). It was not diarrhea, but the poop combined with wet bed made for a very difficult cleanup, especially since I was not wearing protection that could contain it.

I'm happy to answer any questions you have about those incidents :)

>>47184

Did you ever escape the jehovas witness cult, or are you still trapped?

>>47191

Noone escapes. Noone.

>>47200

One of us, one of us

Gooble gobble, gooble gobble

>>47184

That sounds rough. I certainly stole more than a few diapers from my aunt's changing bag when I was between 12 and 15 or so. Somehow, I never got caught. My parents weren't Jehovah's Witnesses but they basically had the same attitude about masturbation. I had to wear diapers until I was pretty old, and I have a feeling that my mom left me in wet or messy diapers all the time just because she was afraid I would enjoy being changed, or I squirmed the wrong way one time, something like that. I think she wanted to keep me from being fixated on diapers, though obviously, her attempts totally backfired.

>>47249

PS. When I was a teenager, my parents still bought me pads, because my bladder problem hadn't ever really improved. But I had a part-time job by then, and I would buy my own diapers and keep them hidden. Pretty sure parents knew, actually, but never said anything because I think they figured it was their fault.

I was maybe 6 or 7, still in diapers, and my parents decided to take me on a canoe trip. For some reason, they didn't think to give me swim trunks, so I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans over my diaper. Right away, the trip was awful. The first time water got into the canoe, it soaked through my jeans, and made my diaper thick and saggy. I hated the feeling and got really upset. That ended up backfiring because my parents decided that since I was already soaked, there was no sense being dressed. So they took off my shirt and jeans and had me sit in the canoe with just my very wet diaper on. It was a sunny day so I wasn't cold, but I was super embarrassed whenever another canoe went by. Most people probably just thought I'd taken my shirt off and was sitting there in shorts, but I was still humiliated. My mom had only brought one extra diaper, and I remember her changing me in the canoe about halfway through the trip. She wanted to change me standing up but I was afraid I would be seen. So I lied down in the canoe instead, which of course was soaking wet, meaning the new diaper was wet almost as soon as I got it on. I remember getting dressed when we near the shore. My clothes were still wet, and my new diaper was still absolutely soaked, so all I wanted to do was go home. Instead, we stayed on the shore for a while and visited with my parents' friends, who had, but I canoe always behind us, and I had to just kind of squish around for way too long. There weren't any kids around to tease me, luckily, but I'm sure everyone could tell I had a super soaked diaper under my jeans.

>>47251

poor thing. Did you end up wetting yourself after it got soaked? Could you even tell if that were to happen?

>>47342

Definitely. My bladder problem was such that it either came out in a fairly continuous trickle, or big gushing bladder spasms, neither of which I could control. If my diaper was already wet, I might not notice the former, but would definitely still notice the latter. I remember at least one or two heavy wettings, and getting upset. I think I alsoremember my parents being surprised I was so upset since I was "already soaked anyway." I also remember my diaper leaking down my legs once I was on the shore, though I don't know how much was pee and how much was water.

I wore diapers as a kid because I wet the bed at night, and I also had frequent daytime accidents. My mom would make me wear them anytime we went out and if I ever had a couple accidents in a row she'd make me wear all the time for at least a week. I also had a twin sister who never had accidents and she'd lord that over me all the time. It was especially embarrassing when my mom would let my sister assist in my diaper changes, and couple times when mom was busy she'd have my sister change me by herself.

>>47414

Hot. Post more erotic sisdom fiction

>>6 or 7 years old

>>still diapered for bladder incontinence

>>parents say we're taking a trip to the beach

>>excited at first, then terrified

>>"what if someone sees my diaper?"

>>"don't worry anon, you can wear swim trunks over your diaper so nobody will see"

>>things going fine for a while, then water soaks through trunks, into diaper

>>feel diaper sagging like crazy

>>notice other kids pointing and laughing

>>get really upset, ask mom to change me

>>she takes me behind a rock and has me lie down on the warm sand

>>stand up wearing just a dry diaper, feel the sun on me, and for some reason don't want to put wet trunks back on

>>still don't want strangers to see me in just a diaper, ask mom if we can stay here for a while

>>she sits on the rock while I play in just a diaper for a while

>>eventually start to feel shy again so I put my trunks back on

>>leave and go play with some other kids on the beach, making sure my diaper is totally hidden

>>start playing with a brother and sister, both close to my age

>>boy figures out I'm wearing a diaper, says "Gross!" and runs away

>>embarrassed but keep playing with sister

>>she's a lot nicer, asks to see my diaper

>>we go behind the same rock as before and I take my trunks off

>>girl doesn't bat an eyelash

>>we play for a while, then my mom comes over, tells me to put my trunks back on

>>later, for no apparent reason, I go behind the rock again (by myself) and put a few handfuls of sand into my diaper

>>feels weirdly good

>>when we get back to to the hotel, mom changes me in the bathroom, wants to know why there's a ton of sand in my diaper

>>act like I don't know what she's talking about

>>after that, I start putting random objects in my diaper

>>parents order me to stop, say otherwise they won't change me anymore

>>get a little older, start "masturbating" when parents aren't around just by putting random things down my diaper and walking around or rubbing it, always take them out before changing time

>>47448

Sometime after…

>>7 or 8 years old now

>>parents want me out of diapers but all attempts at training are a wet disaster

>>more and more interested in putting things in my diapers

>>walking around the house one day in just a diaper, walk by trashcan, the lid is off

>>see a banana peel

>>pick it up and put it down the front of my diaper

>>feels good but cold, start piddling

>>walk around for a while, like the mix of warm and cold, decide to up the ante

>>take a piece of burnt toast and put it down the back of my diaper

>>wet my diaper even more

>>don't want anyone to notice so I go to play in my room

>>mom checks on me, asks if I need to be changed

>>panic

>>"Um, no, I'm fine."

>>she can tell I'm acting suspicious but leaves for the moment

>>I take banana peel and toast out of my diaper, put them in the trash can in my room, then go ask her to change me

>>she changes me but keeps asking what I'm up to

>>worry she'll see the stuff in my trash can

>>put it back in my clean diaper and smuggle it back to the kitchen trash can

>>parents sit me down later and warn me (again) to stop putting things in my diaper

>>act dumb, pretend I'm doing it to soak up my pee so it'll be easier to change me

>>parents confused, tell me to just ask to be changed more often

Looking back, she must have seen the toast crumbs all over my butt and guessed I'd been up to something.

My mom and aunt were very close so I remember being diapered and changed right alongside my cousin, from the time she was a baby until she was four or so. I was maybe threes older. But I had to keep wearing diapers even after she outgrew them, which was especially humiliating because I'd be lying there on the floor getting changed, and I'd look over, and see her grinning in the doorway.

One time when I was babysitting her while our parents were out (I was maybe 16, so she'd be 13), I made her laugh so hard she pissed her pants. Like, FLOODED her pants. She borrowed a pair of my mom's underwear and changed in front of me, then just wore oversized underwear and a shirt until her pants dried (our families never knew). I was a goody-two-shoes so I didn't look, but when I ran into her years later in a bar, she confessed she'd had a huge crush on me back then, and after a couple shots, even hinted that wetting herself might not have been totally accidental. Strangely enough, she never mentioned me having to be in diapers so long, even though I know she must have known. I was tempted to ask if she was into diapers (she'd had to wear them a little longer than usual, but nowhere near as long as me) but then she seemed to kind of freak out and changed the subject.

>>47458

What did you say that freaked her out?

>>47467

I was pretty drunk, too, so I don't remember the exact phrasing, but it was something about once dating a girl who enjoyed wetting her pants (a lie I thought that would draw it out of her). She seemed interested, but then suddenly seem to get nervous, and said she should probably go home before she got herself in trouble. I've messaged her a couple times when I'm in town, not saying anything about that, but seeing if she wants to get together for a drink. She always seems interested, then backs out at the last minute.

>>47468

I imagine incest probably isnt her thing

>>47469

Ha, not sure it's mine either. Granted, I like the idea of being able to tell someone I know about my diaper fetish instead of keeping it a secret, but I mainly just wanted to tell her (if she had a similar interest) not to hate herself.

>>47470

I know what you mean, it can be liberating to be able to talk to someone openly about it (still working on that myself). The way you were talking about it, it makes me think she probably has some kind of fetish but doesnt want to get family mixed up in it because it'd be even weirder.

>7 or 8 years old

>Still wear goodnites to bed because I peed in my sleep a couple times a month

>Loved the feel of diapers even back then, sometimes peed on purpose and slept in the wet diaper

>One night feel extra curious, poop in goodnite after wetting

>Obviously wasnt meant to hold more than a little bit of pee, it spills out the side of the diaper and makes a huge mess

>Too scared to clean up, end up just falling asleep in it

>Share room with 4 or 5 year old brother who didn't need goodnites

>"Anon wake up something smells bad"

>I had tossed and turned in my sleep, take off blanket to find shit caked all across my bed, on my pajamas, over blankets etc

>"Anon you're really gross"

>Mom comes in really upset and disgusted

>"You really need to start paying better attention" blah blah blah but never accuses me of doing it while awake

>Remember taking really long shower and struggling to clean dried poop off my balls

>Ended up being so late my parents just let me skip school that day

>Too scared to purposefully wet or mess again

>Still end up wearing them at night until the 10th grade

I mentioned this elsewhere, I think, but here goes. My parents were against circumcision but when I was around 6 or 7, still diapered full-time because of scoliosis, a doctor convinced them to have me circumcised anyway to cut down on bladder infections. Only my parents didn't explain what was about to happen. So I went into the hospital thinking I was just getting x-rays or something; instead, they knocked me out, and I woke up in agony with stitches in my dick.

Afterwards, I remember my mom caring for me by rubbing VERY cold cream onto the raw head of my penis. Pants made the diaper feel too tight (i.e. they pressed on the stitches) so I mostly walked around in just a diaper and shirt for a few days. I remember loving/hating the feel of the cream being applied to my dick, but it must have especially freaked out my mom because after a while, she just tugged open my diaper and squirted some cream down the front, then rubbed it in through the diaper (which created a whole new set of mental issues).

>>49623

You poor thing, how could your parents not tell you what was going to happen?

How old were you when you were potty trained? And did you have both bowl and bladder incontinence?

>>47449

What caused you to be incontinent?

>>49623

Circumcision is satanic. You have all my sympathies.

>>49789

How old were your sisters? Are you a guy or girl? Did they often look out for you like that?

Thats so nice of them to do that. Really adorable.

>>46895

>>46894

Its this guy again.

I have a partially complete memory from when I was 4 years old (I know because I remember what room I was in for preschool at that age)

Just for background, I wet the bed until I was 5 or 6.

We had naptime at my preschool (im assuming most do) and don't remember waking up exactly, but I do remember my teacher holding my hand and taking me back to the room (where the "big red bags" that held a spare change of cloths for everyone were), me crying and inconsolable, because I had had an accident, presumably during the nap. I never wore pullups while taking naps there, so I may have peed myself, but the thing is I distinctly remember thinking that I had not in fact had an accident. Like the teacher told me I had had an accident, but I thought I hadn't. I suppose it was possible that I might have pooped myself, as we were not supposed to get up during nap time, and I was always super scared to even roll over too much in case I got "yelled" at for it. (they didnt really "yell" just told you to not get up, but I was super scared of doing anything wrong like that) The other thing is that I dont ever remember actually falling asleep during naptime, so what might have happened is that I was afraid to get up and had to either pee or poop and eventually just did it in my pants. But again, I have no memory of that part. Really the only part I remember is being led by the hand back to the room after having an accident.

Another memory I have happened many times (I think, these things are kind of fuzzy) but I think this was when I was 5, and still wetting the bed, and still at the same preschool. I remember after naptime we would go to this one particular room while we waited for the next activity, and there was this young guy watching us and all that. I distinctly remember him saying slowly and drawn out "I smell something" so it sort of sounded like "IIIII smmmmeeellllll something" and I was always worried that it was me that he smelled because I was worried that I might have peed myself during nap time. It almost seems like I couldn't really tell if I had peed myself or not, or maybe I could but the fact that I knew I wet the bed with the fact that he said he smelled something made me doubt myself, thinking "well maybe I DID have an accident" or something like that.

Ill post more interesting stuff as I remember more of it.

>>49811

They were in their teens at the time, and yes they often took a role in looking after us younger kids, even before mom passed. It kind of comes with the territory of having a big family, I guess.

>>49736

I asked them about it later. They said they genuinely didn't think I was old enough to know what was going on. Nuts, I know. To be fair, I did start making memories a lot earlier than normal, I think. As for potty-training… believe it or not, I wasn't. My parents tried but because of birth defects, I was as incontinent as a baby until I was 6 or 7, then slowly got control of my bowels. I didn't really get to "normal" bladder control until I went on medication, when I was around 20. So long story short, I was in diapers until 8 or 9, pads and plastic pants after that (though my control was so bad, I should have still been in diapers).

>>49737

A few birth defects, including scoliosis (probably like a lot of people here), and the muscles in my bladder and bowels not growing and getting stronger the way they were supposed to.

>>49749

Thanks. What's weird is that even afterwards, nobody really explained what had happened. I still didn't even know what circumcision was or that that's what they'd done. I think I just thought I'd had surgery because I couldn't stop wetting my diapers (i.e. pee comes out of the penis, I had stitches in my penis, it must have been some kind of surgery to try and fix that). A couple years later, I happened to see a news report or something on circumcision and it triggered all kinds of feelings of panic and memories of being in agony.

>>49903

Did you go to regular school and all that? How does a 6 or 7 year old kid deal with bowl incontinence? Were you super embarrassed by wearing diapers or was it sort of just a fact of life? Do you have any messing stories? What about just daily life stories involving diapers? (I don't know if that is too much to ask or not?)

>>49903

>>49931

Were you able to tell when you needed to go #2, and just were not able to hold it, or were you just not able to tell and it just happened without you noticing?

>>49931

>>49932

>>49903

Sorry for all the questions, its just the idea of still being in diapers at an age where you can remember it and be aware of it fascinates me for some reason.

>>49931

or an 8 to 9 year old really

>>49931

I went to a regular school and I was always super terrified that my classmates would find out I wear diapers. They suspected I did because the nurse would change me until the first or second grade, so they would see me going in there, but I always denied it. When I got a little older, my parents arranged to have diapers kept in the faculty restroom, which I was allowed to use. But yeah, it was really nerve-racking. I'd be sitting in class, or playing on the playground, and I was wearing a diaper under my jeans. I was sure everybody could hear it crinkle.

>>49932

Up until I was 6 or 7, I would basically just start going like a baby would, with no control or awareness. Like, I'd be sitting in my desk or walking around the classroom or sitting in the lunchroom, and suddenly I'd feel my diaper getting warm and squishy. Then I'd get this terrible feeling because I knew I just had yet another accident, and I would have to try to slip a way to go see the nurse without the other kids noticing. When I got a little older, I was able to prevent myself from messing my diapers if I clenched up a really really hard, but it was super difficult and painful. The urge to go with so strong, it was basically like trying to hold in an enema. As for a wetting, my bladder was spastic and completely uncontrollable. I'd just be standing there talking to someone, or working on my homework, and suddenly I'd start gushing uncontrollably into my diaper. I'd feel it getting warm and sagging under my jeans, sometimes even leaking. A few times, classmates saw me in wet pants. Naturally, all this was super humiliating and awful at the time, but now, I think as a coping mechanism, the memories turn me on like crazy.

>>49947

Yeah, I both feel super bad for you but find it super erotic at the same time, and I feel bad that it dose.

What kind of diapers would you be wearing at that age?

>>49933

Haha, no worries. Fascinates me too, almost like it happened to someone else. My family basically acted like everything was fine, but in pictures, you can clearly see that I'm wearing a bulky diaper under my jeans. Parents and relatives changed my diapers at home or in public until I was about 7, I think. Though I think they changed me sporadically after that, because I hated changing my own diapers, even more than I hated the embarrassment of having my mom take me into a public restroom and change me in a stall. Eventually, when I got a little older, if we were out in public and I wet or messed my diaper, I would tell my mom, and she would take a clean diaper out of her purse and hand it to me. I would hide the diaper under my shirt and walk into the nearest restroom. But once I was in there, I would wait in the stall until the bathroom was empty, because I knew that if anyone else was in there, they would hear me ripping the tapes on the diaper. Eventually they switched me to pads and plastic pants, like I said, but that ended up being a disaster because they weren't good enough, and would constantly leak. I went home every day with wet and messy underwear under the plastic pants. Eventually, my bowels got stronger but my bladder never really did until I was much older.

>>49948

I was small for my age so they were able to fit me in the largest size Pampers, though as I got older, they obviously got tighter and tighter. In fact, towards the end, before they switched me to pads, the Pampers were so small the tapes barely went on, meaning there wasn't room to mess in them, so in a way they held the mess in whether I liked it or not. I also remember my mom reinforcing the tapes on the diaper to keep them from bursting open. They should have just got me Depends or something, but I don't think they fully understood that I wasn't faking, and it really was just birth defects.

>>49948

Another thing, one particular memory I have is going with my mom to a drugstore. I remember standing there, and feeling my diaper get very warm and wet, then turning and noticing an aisle filled with adult diapers. I'm guessing I was 7 or 8 years old. I wanted to suggest that my mom buy me bigger diapers, but I didn't because something told me she would be mad at the suggestion.

>>49948

Don't feel bad, I got through it. And now, honestly, the memories turn me on like crazy. I love sharing them, too. One time, in another forum, I was describing in detail how it felt to lie on a cold floor in a public restroom while my mom changed me, and another woman, a stranger, kind of watched, and I got so turned on just describing the memory that I had an orgasm. Brains are weird.

>>49951

>>49950

So it seems like your parents could have been more supportive of the whole condition. I'm surprised that they didn't have you in something like this https://www.abena.com/products/incontinence-products/abri-form/product/abri-form-junior

>>49952

Well if you want to share any other memories, feel free to do so here! (especially when it involves you using your diapers :) )

>>49953

That would have been amazing! Yeah, my parents could have been worse, but overall, they wen't very good about the whole thing. Especially for my bladder, it turns out that there was a medication that could have basically fixed it, but I didn't know that until I found out myself when I was around 20. My mom was also really bad about changing me when I was little. Like, she would leave me in a wet or messy diaper for hours, just because she didn't feel like changing me. Naturally, that meant I would press and rub on the diaper, basically trying to rub away the mess, which would make me even messier. I even remember my mom spanking me a few times because I started ripping little holes in the crotch of the diaper and touching myself. One of my older siblings told me that they remember my father threatening to leave her once because she wasn't keeping me clean. Looking back, I think she must have been going through some kind of depression at the time. When I got a little older, the roles reversed. My mom got better about things and my dad got more angry, like he thought I was faking the accidents.

>>49954

Thanks! Another memory I have is from when I was 11 or 12, I think. We'd run out of pads and they didn't have any at the store, so my parents bought the largest Pampers they could find. Again, I don't know why they didn't just get me diapers like the ones you linked to. Anyway, I was super nervous, like part of me wanted to be back in diapers while another part was humiliated at the thought. I even started wondering/dreading/fantasizing that they'd start changing me again. But the diapers were too small to put on like normal, so instead, my mom took a scissors and basically cut all the diapers into little pads. It felt very strange to basically be wearing diapers inside of my underwear, though.

>>49954

Here's another memory that I really like. I was six or seven, in the hospital for a surgery on my feet (birth defects), and the nurse said I needed to be weighed before my surgery. She also said I needed to be naked. From what I've heard, that's fairly standard, though I don't know why. Anyway, right away, I got super nervous. I hated people seeing me in just a diaper, but seeing me naked made me even more scared. My parents asked if I could at least leave my diaper on. The nurse said no. So right in front of the nurse, as well as another nurse that had just come in, my parents basically forced me to take my clothes off, which scared me so much that I started absolutely soaking my diaper in front of everyone. Like, they were basically standing around me in a circle, waiting for me to finish, and I was standing there shaking with just a diaper on, and I could hear the sound of my pee flooding the diaper. These were old school Pampers, so they didn't absorb that quickly, and there wasn't much elastic, meaning you definitely felt it when you were wet. My parents asked me if I was done going potty. I said yes. They took my diaper off and put me on the scale, but right away, as soon as I was naked, I got even more nervous and started peeing again. Someone, maybe my dad, swatted my bare butt and told me to hold my legs together. I did, and they finished weighing me while warm pee ran down my thighs. I was absolutely humiliated, probably crying a little bit, and just wanted to be back in clothes. It's kind of a blur after that. I remember lying on the exam table, with that tissue paper under me, as my mom put a new diaper on me. But I think they wouldn't let me get dressed for some reason, and I had to just stay in a diaper while another doctor came in to examine me, and they gave me some kind of tests or x-rays. Again, the memory is kind of blurry. I'm guessing they must have at least put a hospital gown on me, but I also remember walking around the hospital with just a diaper on and feeling super embarrassed, at least at one point.

>>49948 the guy who said this talking.

These are me as well>>49813

I remember when I was still bedwetting, I woke up wet like usual one morning. I was never particularly worried about changing myself when I woke up wet, which was most nights. I would just stay in my wet pullup until my mom woke up and made breakfast and told me to go take it off. Many mornings I would wake up already wet, but have to go to the bathroom and I would go and pull down my pullup, pee in the toilet, and then pull the wet pullup and my pajamas back up and go and watch TV or play on our N64. But anyway, I woke up wet one morning and I remember I had to go to the bathroom, so I walked down to our bathroom (because thats where I was used to peeing of course) and stood outside the door, planning to just go in my pants. I was really nervous, because I didn't know if it would leak or not, so I stood there with my legs spread apart and peed. It was a pretty decent sized pee, and my pullup didn't leak. I stood there for a couple seconds once I was done and pulled my legs back together, then walked past the bathroom and went to go play video games.

The next few days I didn't need to pee when I got up, but a few days later I did, and I decided I was going to go to the bathroom while I was still in bed. Again, I was super nervous about this, but much less so this time since I had already done it once standing up. Plus my bed had plastic sheets under the regular ones. So I laid there and peed myself in bed, then got up like any normal day.

Another day I didn't have to go as soon as I woke up, but after I had started playing video games, I started to need to go. Usually of course I would stop and go to the bathroom, but after my little experiments, decided that I could just pause the game for a second and pee in my pullup, so I did.

>>49955

I have a feeling that your dad thinking you were faking accidents may have been a way for him to cope. Sort of like a "nothings wrong/abnormal with my kid" complex.

Im really surprised your mom would leave you messy like that, but yeah, depression might explain that.

>>49961

poor thing, I would be so embarrassed if that ever happened to me!

here is that link that didnt work

>>49813

>>49967

I'm sure you're right about my dad. He just didn't know how to handle it.

One other thing. I'm the guy who was also talking about his mom applying cream to his penis after he was circumcised. Like I said, the cream was ice cold, so I do remember wetting myself on purpose then, basically just to warm up the diaper. I also frequently had catheters when I was in the hospital, and I also remember walking around the hospital with a catheter in, and a diaper over it, which was incredibly tender and uncomfortable.

>>49954

Here's another little memory I have of using my diapers. Not sure how old I was, but I think I was probably 6 or 7. I was spending the night at an aunt's place and it was really hot. When she put me to bed, she actually took my pajamas off, and said I should just sleep in a diaper because it was so hot. I was really shy about it because even though she had already changed me plenty of times, I hated people seeing me in diapers. For some reason, it also felt really weird to be wearing just a diaper in an unfamiliar bed. Anyway, maybe an hour or so after I went to bed, I realized that I really had to go to the bathroom, number one and number two both. It was one of those rare moments where I could actually hold it a little, so I was thinking about getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. But again, something about being in an unfamiliar place, plus the thought of getting out of bed and walking down the hall with just a diaper on, made me feel super shy. So instead, I just lied there in bed and let it happen. I was wetting and messing my diaper at the same time, and I remember kind of liking how I felt, but then I started to panic because once I started going, I couldn't stop. I'm guessing I had diarrhea, too. When I was done, the diaper was absolutely filled, very very warm, and even the slightest movement made it rub and squish around. Luckily, it didn't leak, but I was too scared to get up and go ask my aunt to change me. Eventually, I fell sleep. The next thing I knew, it was morning and my aunt was changing my diaper in bed. I don't remember what she said, but I know she was absolutely disgusted. Later, when my parents came to pick me up, she told them all about the horrible accident that had in my diaper, and they all teased me a little. I think it was meant to be good-natured, but I was still super embarrassed.

>>49954

Here's one more, since I'm on the roll. My mom pretty much always changed my diapers with me lying down, but one of my aunts (different from >>50011) did it differently. She had two kids of her own, both a few years younger than me. And basically as soon as they could walk, she started changing them standing up. Also, unlike my mom who would always take me somewhere private, this aunt would just change diapers right there in the open. I spent a lot of time there when I was little, because my mom was diabetic and occasionally had to go to the hospital for days at a time (my dad went with her).

I still remember the first time my aunt changed me. I was 5, and I had just absolutely soaked my diaper. I could feel it starting to leak inside my jeans. I was very shy but I finally got one of my diapers and brought it to her. She was very nice but instead of taking me into the bathroom, she just pulled down my pants right there, peeled off the diaper, wiped me with a dry corner, and put a new diaper on me. What was weird, though, was that both of my cousins were standing right there. They were still young (probably 2 and 4) and hardly even seem to notice what was happening, but I still felt super embarrassed. But I had no idea how to explain that I didn't like being changed in the open like that. Another time, I remember she had a couple friends over, neighbors or something, and when I asked my aunt to change me, once again she just did it right there, in front of everybody. At least once that I remember, she changed my diaper in the backyard, while I was standing right there on the lawn, like it was nothing.

Another thing was that she was very tactile, totally different than my mom. Like, she would put powders and creams on me, and kind of affectionately Pat or pinch my bottom sometimes. One very memorable time, I happened to be standing next to her while she was talking on the phone, and as casual as you please, she just slipped her hand down the back of my diaper and rested it on my butt for a second or two. I remember suddenly being terrified that I would go potty in my pants with her hand there. I'm sure she meant it innocently, even though I was probably a little too old for that, but the attention felt very strange. It was so different from what I was used to.

One more thing, while I'm thinking of it. Her two kids, my cousins, didn't have the same problems I had. So they were potty trained, no problem. I was staying with this aunt again a few years later, when I was 8 or so, and was super embarrassed because I was still in diapers but my cousins were out of them by then. I also remember being terrified that she would change me in front of my them (as far as I knew, they didn't even know that I still had the bladder control of a newborn). I remember feeling my diaper get wet but waiting until my cousins were outside, then bringing my aunt one of my diapers and saying that I needed to be changed. She looked kind of surprised and she said she figured I was changing my own diapers by now. That made me feel even more embarrassed. I think I even started to tear up a little. She hugged me and said she was sorry, then she changed me like she used to, but to be fair, it definitely did feel a little strange for her to see me naked again. I only spent the weekend there but that was the last time she changed my diapers. One other small incident worth mentioning, though. When she realized I was changing my own diapers, she apologized again and said I didn't have to feel shy if I wanted her to change me. I said no, one of the things I regret most in life.

Here's something a little different, not a childhood memory but something a friend told me about. He's a tattoo artist (doesn't know I'm into diapers) and one time, he told me this fairly pretty twenty-something woman came in and wanted to get a tattoo on the side of her thigh. Only when she lied down (she was wearing a fairly short skirt), he realized she was wearing a gigantic diaper. He said he tried to just ignore it and act like he hadn't noticed, but because of where he was working with the needle, there was no way he couldn't have seen. Apparently, after a while, she nervously blurted out that she had to wear diapers because there was something wrong with her spine (even though he said she seemed to be walking fine). Later, he said he got the feeling that she was hitting on him, but he thought the diaper thing was gross and was worried she'd fill it up any second. Life is so unfair.

>>49967

One thing I used to do with my mom when I was little was what I called "the baby game" where I would pretend to be wearing a diaper and pretend to use it every now and then while playing, and she would pretend to change me. This was after I was out of diapers, but sometimes we would play it with a real diaper. I also have a specific memory of playing with my mom with a diaper and putting water into it, to simulate pee, and then dried cat food nuggets to simulate poop and wearing it for a while.

I also just had a diaper that I would play with sometimes. I would put it on this little baby doll or a cabbage patch kid, but mostly the doll (it came with its own fake diaper, but the real thing was more fun for me for some reason) but sometimes I would wear it as well. I remember one time I had been wearing it at home, and that evening our neighbors were having a bonfire. (I always pronounced it "bomb fire" at that age and thought it was started using a bomb, thus the name) and my brother and I were over there playing in the creek in their backyard running around the fire and all that at a safe distance, and suddenly I remembered I was wearing a diaper! I didn't want the other kids there to think I still wore diapers, so I sheepishly made my way back home, changed into a pair of underwear, and went back over to keep playing. As far as I know, nobody ever noticed I was wearing it.

Another little story that took place after I was potty trained (I think). I was playing in our front yard, and suddenly realized I needed to poop. For some reason I decided I was just going to go in my pants this time, and so I squatted down in the middle of the driveway and pooped myself just like that. I dont remember exactly what happened next.

Another memory that may have taken place right after this, but also just about any time I had an accident, was me sitting in the bathroom with my mom, scolding me for having an accident, and asking me if I needed to be put back in diapers. She sounded angry when she asked that, and I knew I was supposed to say "no", but part of me did want to wear diapers again. I wish at least once I had said yes, but I never did. Im not sure what she would have don if I did say yes though…

>>50011

I find the fact that you pooped and peed yourself in bed on purpose really exciting, and I feel bad about it lol. I was actually going to ask you if you ever remember having diarrhea or being constipated or anything like that. For your sake, I wish you had better diapers so you wouldn't have to worry about leaking when you pooped yourself like that.

Were you ever bothered by the smell when you pooped?

>>50013

Thats really cute that she thought you were changing yourself at that age, and that she offered to change you if you wanted. Admittedly, one of my weird fantasies is to comfort an upset/crying kid in a diaper, just to hug them and make them feel better about needing them. Really hope that doesn't make me a pedo or something. I choose for the sake of my sanity to interpret it as a premature parental instinct.

>>50018

I don't know why but for some reason, I almost never even noticed the smell. One other thing is that I was constipated more or less constantly. Not sure how much was due to birth defects and how much was the shame of being in diapers and associating going to the bathroom in general with doing something wrong. So many times, my parents had to hold me down and give me suppositories, or take me to the hospital so a nurse could give me an enema.

I kind of know how you feel, I think. When I was young, I used to feel very uncomfortable whenever I saw younger cousins getting their diapers changed, or saw diaper commercials on TV. I suppose I would say I felt a little bit triggered, like it reminded me of the diaper I was trying to keep hidden inside my jeans. But it also made me feel jealous of other kids who weree getting attention I wanted, and who could just wear diapers openly. I even remember being in a class in middle school and we watched an old grainy childcare video from the 70s, which had extreme close-ups of diaper changes. I wasn't in a diaper then, just pads and plastic pants that I was trying to keep hidden, but the whole class talked about how gross the video was, which made me feel extra embarrassed about what I was wearing, while paradoxically kind of wanting to be a baby again.

In other words, I understand the desire to give comfort, kind of like I'm trying to reach back in time and give my shy diapered self a hug.

>>49947

could you poop yourself while sitting down then?

>>50021

Yeah. Sometimes, I'd try to hold it in by grabbing the sides of the chair and pulling, ie pressing my butt as tight against the chair as I could, but it didn't always work. And even if it did, I'd probably still mess myself as soon as I got up.

>>50023

did you have regular friends as a kid? If so, did any know about you wearing diapers? Like something you told only your best friend or something?

>>50028

I was super shy (obviously) but I had a few friends. Other kids suspected I wore diapers but I always denied it and for some reason, they more or less believed me (they weren't the brightest). I do remember one day, my best friend at the time kept asking me if I wore diapers, promising he wouldn't laugh if I told him the truth, etc, but I stuck to my denials. In fact, my family was really big on not talking about things that made them uncomfortable, so I don't even think very many of my cousins knew. Obviously, some of them had seen me being changed by their moms when they babysat me, but they were too young to remember. Aside from that, all my aunts knew because they babysat me a lot, and of course my teachers knew because my parents arranged to keep supplies at school for me, but that's about it. Looking back, I wish I'd told more people, but that's probably just the fantasy of people knowing my "secret". Recently, I told a few female friends that I wore diapers, but phrased it as something I had to do for medical reasons, instead of what it is now, which is probably 40% medical and 60% fetish. They promised me they wouldn't say anything (I believe them) and now, it's thrilling to casually visit with people who know I'm wearing a diaper. Fucked up, I know, but it is what it is.

>>50029

I dont think thats messed up really. I honestly believe that its healthy to confide stuff like that to a few people, both as a kid and as an adult.

>>50029

I wish I could give you a hug.

>>49980

Why would they cath you if you were already in a diaper? wouldn't that make you more unable to control it than normal? Like dont catheters just make you dribble pee constantly?

>>50020

When they gave you suppositories, did they just re-diaper you afterwards or did they just sit you on the toilet until you went? Same with the enemas.

>>50057

same

>>50074

>>50020

Also, when you say they had to hold you down, I take it you disliked the suppositories? What about it did you dislike? Iv never used a real suppository, only things like maple syrup, scentless soap, and marshmallows, so I don't know if they are uncomfortable or not or anything.

>>50029

>telling female friends

U may regret this

>>50075

I think it's strange that they gave me both a catheter & diapers, too. I suspect they would just leave the catheter in after surgery, meaning the catheter was for my bladder, and the diaper was for my bowels. It was definitely uncomfortable as hell. I remember one time, they were pushing me through the hospital in a wheelchair, and every bump made the catheter hurt like crazy inside my diaper. Another time, I guess I was complaining about the pain so much that they had a doctor come in. He untaped my diaper and inspected the catheter. I very nervously asked him not to touch it. He responded by literally grabbing the catheter and yanking it out, no warning whatsoever. A nurse gasped and my dad said later he almost punched him.

The thing with suppositories was pretty traumatic, actually. My parents were trying to be nice but for some reason, suppositories absolutely terrified me. They felt super cold and invasive. My parents had to give me them every morning for a while, then they relaxed it to every other morning. Still, the routine was basically the same. I would hide, they would drag me out as gently as possible, take off my clothes, take off my diaper, and tried to push the suppository in. I what clench up and resist, they'd keep pushing, and eventually I would give up and let it happen, and it would feel like they were pushing the damn thing about a mile up into my body. If memory serves, they would leave the open diaper under me because I would be so scared, I'll be peeing all over the place.

Usually after they got it in, I would just wait in the bathroom, naked, until the suppository took effect. I think the first few times, I begged them to put my diaper back on, and they did, but then I just made a mess in it so I figured it was easier to leave it off and leave me on the toilet.

Ha, thanks for the hugs!

>>50076

I wondered about that too, but it's been over a year and things have been really good. To clarify, I didn't tell them that I wear 24/7. I told them that the problem comes and goes, depending on what medication I'm on, etc (which is mostly true). Both seemed really concerned, and ask how I'm doing so often that I actually feel pretty bad for exaggerating.

>>50075

I think what was bad about suppositories wasn't just the actual thing going in. By then, I was so ashamed of still being in diapers that I associated anything going in or coming out of that area as absolutely loathsome, and a reminder of how messed up my body was. And to be honest, another thing that made it really scary was that when I finally gave up and just let them push it in, it would feel terrible but also kind of good at the same time. I'm guessing it was the relief from finally relaxing the muscles, plus a surge of adrenaline.

>>50080

>it's been over a year

U may still come to regret it

>>50085

Why try to make someone worry about something already done? Who cares?

Every choice might be a choice you come to regret and, based on your negative-nancy attitude I'm betting you have enough regret that you probably shouldn't be giving out life advice.

>>50087

Thanks. I really, really appreciate that. This stuff is super hard to talk about, since I basically repressed it most of my life, but now I'm trying to talk more about it. It definitely helps overall. I've also been forcing myself to write out basically every detail of all the painful/embarrassing memories I have, as honestly as I can. Doing that has really helped me realize just how fucked up a lot of this stuff was, though I know others had it a lot worse.

>>49954

Here's another very strange memory, and probably a good indication of just how fucked up my family was. I was about 8, I think, and an uncle was watching me. He was also watching a movie called Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks, which is full of nudity and a rape scene. He didn't make me leave the room (I guess he thought I was too young to know what was happening) but at one point, I got this very dizzy feeling, coupled with the feeling that I was spontaneously soaking my diaper. Embarrassed, I got up and went into the bathroom to change myself. I didn't think much of it beyond that, but then, I started getting that feeling more and more whenever I saw something on TV that I probably shouldn't have. Looking back, it's obvious that I was coming in my diapers, but just assumed at the time that it was a loss of bladder control. A curious side effect: because I felt so ashamed of losing control, whenever I got that feeling, I'd bear down and try to hold it in. As a result, I accidentally trained myself to come without ejaculating.

>>50088

My intent isnt to make the dude feel bad, its for others reading the thread.

I had shit go bad after years, be careful trusting female friends with information that can be used as leverage against you, especially if you are a young adult

>>50109

>As a result, I accidentally trained myself to come without ejaculating.

The first time I orgasmed, it was in a diaper, but it wasn't that I held the cum, it was that I was too young to actually ejaculate. I can still dry-cum now thanks to that experience though.

Eight-year-olds shouldn't be able to ejaculate, and I never came until I was ten but… I mean, I think it's possible.

>>50115

Yeah, I don't know for sure if I actually ejaculated the first few times, but I know I was definitely in diapers when I started having orgasms, and still in them when I did start ejaculating, which is what prompted me to try to hold it in. What I'm also not sure about is if I was always changing myself or still having my diapers changed occasionally when I started coming, since I think I was changed sporadically until second or maybe even third grade, but I was so stupid that I didn't even know what was happening when I came.

>>50115

Also, if you don't mind talking about it, what do you remember from when you started coming in diapers? You're the first person I've heard say that, besides me.

>>50127

Well, when I was ten I found an old pack of diapers and used it up. Then, I biked my butt to a grocery store and bought the biggest baby diapers I could find. This was after a long childhood of attempting to get diapers whenever possible. Anyway:

>Be 10

>Coming home from grocery store by bike with bag of size 5 huggies

>Get home, summer vacation, mid-afternoon, parents at work

>Sweaty, tired, but determined to put on diaper

>Doesn't fit

>Fuck

>Break out the scotch tape

>Thing is tight but covers all necessary areas

>lay out blanket

>Get cozy watching TV diapered

>Feel the need to pee

>Foreskin all bunched because diaper too tight

>Plus, pee-shy bladder, still not used to going anywhere but toilet

>Get on all fours

>Keep trying to pee

>Trying to force pee out actually feels kinda good

>Like, really good

>Oh my gosh…

>Orgasm for the first time along with bladder releasing simultaneously.

>Mind-shattered, crumple to blanket.

Never been able to pull off an orgasm like it again; probably impossible as an adult since the bladder auto-closes when you're close. Don't know how I made that work but it was amazing. Now I'm just chasing the diaper dragon.

>>50136

Nice! Reminds me of all the times I went out and bought diapers, hid them in my room, and put them on when nobody was around. Also, my first experience with a diaper after my parents switched me to pads…

>>12 or 13 years old

>>randomly discover an extra large baby diaper in a drawer in our house, left over from babysitting

>>as soon as I see it, my heart starts beating like crazy

>>take it out, unfold it, look at it, but too scared to put it on

>>continue looking at it and putting it back for days

>>can't take it anymore

>>parents gone

>>take the diaper into the bathroom with me

>>want to pee in the diaper but I'm so nervous that I accidentally soak my pad/underwear first

>>shaking as I take my clothes off

>>lie down and pull the diaper up between my legs

>>sudden rush of memories

>>the diaper has stretchy sides and I have narrow hips, so it just barely fits

>>turn and look in the mirror

>>no pee left so I grab a bottle of baby oil that's sitting on a shelf

>>stare at my reflection as I start squirting baby oil down the front of the diaper

>>two seconds later, have a mind-blowing orgasm

I hid the diaper and did that a few more times, eventually soaking it as well. I always came very quickly, but never as quickly as that first time.

>>50136

Re: the bladder auto-closing, believe it or not, I've come many times while soaking a diaper. I'm sure I'm not actually ejaculating when that happens, but if I'm in the right mood, I can definitely come while I'm wetting. I probably unintentionally rewired myself over the years, since I didn't even know that shouldn't be possible until I heard other guys talking about how they can't pee when they're erect, and that's no problem for me.

>>50141

I'm sure it's a mind over matter thing, but I've only come halfway to managing it again- a trickle as a cum, never cumming with a full blown pee.

>>50140

Based on your description, I think we have the same version of the fetish. Some people are sexually attracted to the tactile feel of diapers (DL), some are attracted to the humiliation/domination of diapers (probably came from way to deal with trauma relating to toileting), some, like us, are actually sexually attracted to the idea of ourselves being babies again.

Now, I never wanted to be an -actual- baby. I wanted to be a baby that could walk and talk- like Hugs & Tugs from Care Bears or the Muppet Babies, or age-regressed characters from other shows.

I think it comes from two factors - an unfortunate accidental rewiring by orgasming in a diaper, especially first orgasm. But I was obviously attracted to diapers before that or I wouldn't have been wearing one except that, before that orgasm, it hadn't been one bit sexual.

I think the idea itself got implanted into me from the cartoons I watched because I watched diapered characters over and over again but had no interest in diaper commercials or stuff with real babies (since not talking and walking would make the trade too lame to fantasize about).

>>50142

I've never really been able to say where I fall in terms of AB or DL. Sometimes, I like the feel of diapers and the humiliation of "having" to wear them, which ties in to the humiliation I felt all throughout my childhood and teenage years when I couldn't control my bladder worth a damn, plus the embarrassment of being changed long after I knew I was "too old for diapers". Other times, I love the nurturing, submissive feel. AB videos usually strike me as silly, though the few times I've done diaper stuff with a girlfriend, where I was the one in diapers, I definitely preferred nurturing stuff to more BDSM.

But you're right: I'm sure what did it for me was the early pleasure I had in diapers, the attention I craved, etc. Plus, I guess as a coping strategy, all those traumatic memories that mostly weren't sexual at the time now feel VERY sexual when I think back on them.

>>50126

hey, your not stupid for not knowing what was happening. I had NO idea what was going on when I first started too. I was reading a forum for adult incontinence, and just sort of instinctively started masturbating. Eventually a clear sticky liquid came out and I had no idea what it was!

>>50114

>Female friends will fuck you over with personal information you confide in them every time without fail

>As opposed to male friends, who will totally keep your secret under any circumstance because every man on earth is 100% more ethically sound and worthy of your trust than any female

Go back to r/redpill.

>>50094

>though I know others had it a lot worse

This is good to recognize because it’s true, but don’t get caught up on it either. It’s okay to feel sorry for yourself once in a while. Telling yourself you don’t deserve to feel that way only doubles the negativity.

not mine, but it was posted in other chan and I think it's worth sharing here

>somewhen in middle school

>anon had a group school assignment

>anon and one of the girl in the group were the one finishing the assignment

>anon had a sleepover on the girl house

>worked on the assignment

>after they finished it, the girl told the anon that he can sleep outside of her room

>anon wanted to ask for pillow

>he barged into the girl's room

>he saw her putting on pull ups

>the girl was embarrassed, but not mad

>the girl made the anon swear he will never tell anyone about this

>>50348

I posted the question but stupidly forgot to include one of my own.

>>8 or 9 years old

>>have control of bowels but still 100% bladder-incontinent

>>mostly changing my own diapers by now

>>visiting family in another town

>>they take us to their gym so we can use the swimming pool

>>don't want to go but parents make me

>>wearing a diaper under my swim trunks

>>not a swim diaper, a big old-fashioned pamper

>>very nervous people will notice but the trunks are extra large, so it seems fine at first

>>in fact, feels kind of good when the diaper gets wet

>>when I get out of the pool, diaper's sagging like crazy

>>luckily, other kids aren't paying attention

>>walk up to mom, mortified

>>she smiles, hands me a dry diaper hidden in a towel, tells me to go into the locker room and change

>>when I get in the locker room, other people are in the restroom part so I go to the locker side and wait

>>stay out of sight for a while but there are still people around

>>finally wait until there's nobody in my row of lockers

>>slip off the wet diaper like underwear

>>put dry diaper on as fast as I can

>>trash can is far away so I hide wet diaper under the bench

>>don't want to put wet trunks back on for some reason so I wrap towel around waist

>>hear the others leave, am now the only one in the locker room

>>get up, go throw away the wet diaper

>>take off the towel and start to put trunks back on, but for some reason, change my mind

>>can feel my heart beating in my throat but it kind of feels to good to be just wearing a diaper out in the open

>>start walking around the locker room a little, still wearing just the diaper, with my towel and trunks in my hand

>>figure I'll hear somebody coming and have time to hide if I have to

>>walk around a little, then turn around and see an old man a few feet away, getting dressed

>>didn't know there was another way into the locker room

>>he smiles but doesn't say anything

>>put my trunks on at light speed and run out of there

>>50171

It's very telling that your first thought is a specific board on reddit rather than the equivalent 8chan board.

On average women tend to prefer tactics like shaming and even spreading lies, while men tend to prefer more direct and even physical confrontation. Neither is more or less ethical than the other - they're just different tools to achieve the same ends - but it's worth bearing in mind when choosing who to confide in.

>>50361

Considering this is the only 8ch board I frequent and I don’t feel like hunting down any others, I’d say it’s an acceptable alternative. And you’re greatly generalizing. Humans are a case-by-case basis. Statistics are great and all, but finding someone you feel is trustworthy with your secrets should be independent of sex. Whether you meant it or not, you made it sound like it’s a bad idea to tell women secrets, period.

>>50369

I'm not >>50114

Redditors, especially ones who go around white-knighting, are pure cancer. I'm not going to waste energy being egalitarian when people like you have decided even that's a dirty word.

3D is always PD.

>>50376

>Hey guys, you're generalizing about all women holding personal information against you. Not all women do that and many men could easily do the same.

>FUCKING WHITE KNIGHT REEEEEE

Guess I’ll contribute.

>roughly 12-14 years old

>long established attraction for diapers and pants accidents

>babysit these two girls, about 8 and 6, on occasion; we’ll call them Abby and Mary respectively

>mom is way too permissive; dad is essentially absent due to his career

>as a result, girls are extremely misbehaved

>Abby is on enough medication to kill a grown man due to behavioral issues

>for some reason, both behave very well for me

>mom loves it when I babysit, do so often

>one day, I walk into the basement without announcing myself

>see girls dressed in nothing but pull-ups

>Abby is embarrassed and hides claiming Mary made her do it; Mary doesn’t care

>awkwardly ask Mom about it

> “Oh yeah, I had them in pull-ups for potty training and kept them for nighttime accidents. They don’t like getting up to pee at night so I just let them keep wearing them. Sometimes they don’t wanna take them off in the morning.”

>all of my shameful teenage boner

>sneak into their room on occasion to steal some for myself

>luckily Mary is an obese child so hers actually fit me

>wet myself and even mess myself right in their house a couple times; dispose of evidence using a plastic bag and burying it in the trash can

>after sneaking around more, eventually find unopened box of Depends briefs in Mom’s close

>all of my YES

>decide to wait until the box is opened; don’t wanna get caught

>keep going back to see if box has been opened; never is after a year

>eventually they move out of state; pull-ups raids end

>>50417

Not that I approve of stealing, but I would probably do the same were I in your shoes. Did they ever wear around you after that basement episode?

>>50421

Yes, but inconspicuously. There was another instance when a hurricane hit the southern border and the power went out all around our area. They were locked out of their house so they came to stay with us for the night. I got a pretty clear view of Abby's pull-up through her pajamas while she played her DS. My sisters told me stories about how they would also babysit and they would sometimes be running around in just their pull-ups. I'm pretty sure Abby had a crush on me which would explain why she was embarrassed to be seen in one when I was around, but I do have some fuzzy memories of Mary not caring and being in just her pull-ups sometimes.

>>50427

Sounds like their mom just didn't give a shit, unless they actually needed them during daytime as well and she didn't want to admit it. Do you think that might have been the case?

>>50430

Not a chance; the former is definitely the case. She was a nice lady, but honestly she had no idea how to be a mom. The girls were really in charge of when they wanted to wear them, and it was never in public and usually just at night and in the morning when they first woke up. They never had an accident either as far as I can remember.

My sister actually met up with them again when Abby was a teenager. Her hair was dyed and she looked like you’re typical rebellious teen, but iirc she dropped a bunch of the medication and was a lot less moody. She described her whole childhood as feeling like she was drunk.

>>50417

Pullup style, I assume?

>>50472

>see girls dressed in nothing but pull-ups

>Pullup style, I assume?

Yeah I'd say that's a safe bet

>>50486

I think the question was in reference to the Depends in the closet.

New to this, so sorry if I mess something up.

>24 years old

>Shingles everywhere on my waist, spreads to crotch area

>constant burning and sharp pain

>no pain meds work

>suddently, bladder spasms and then bowel incontinence

>rush to the hospital (luckily just the next building)

>Hospital busy, I am miserable AF

>2 hours later, doctor calls in

>"Yep, that's shingles"

>feelsbadman

>get a shot and faint

>ffs, I soaked my pants

>nurse brings me dextrosol-sugar (glucose) and a diaper

>embarrassed, I put the diaper on in the bathroom. Despite the nurse insisted on doing it for me.

>I put it on backwards

>facepalm

>Got sent home with a case of diapers, and wet pants (they didn't have spare pants to give)

>pls delet me

>Pain meds work better but the pain was still there, just not as intense

>A week later, still incontinent.

>I accepted fate

>SO super supportive

>started to like the comforting feeling of diapers in between my legs

>fast forward 6 months, I am not in so much pain anymore

>Confess a year later that I think I like wearing diapers

>SO is interested and we explore this new fetish

>fast forward 4 years (2018)

>we ageplay, it's super fun

>however, still incontinent

>worked as a teacher for 3 years now and I haven't been caught yet

>sometimes I completely soak my diapers in front of my students

>or worse, fill them

>still embarrased af to use my diapers in public

>I always let my students go off early when a big accident happens.

>Today, a student felt the smell.

>"It smells like my little brother in here"

>RIP me soon

>>51121 I wet the bed until I was 16, but my mom stopped changing me when I was 10.

>>51135

what age range are your students annon?

>>51174

between 14 to 20

>3 years old.

>Potty trained by ~1.5 years.

>Sitting at the dinner table.

>Food is really salty.

>I'm really thirsty… REALLY thirsty.

>Want to grab my cup of milk and just guzzle half of it down to quench this terrible thirst.

>Remember that I can't.

>I need to act "grown up", can't "gulp my milk".

>Need to act "grown up".

>Need to act "grown up".

>Need to act "grown up".

>Can't stand it, after taking little sips every 30 seconds or so, finally give in and quench my thirst as fast as possible.

>Dad gets up.

>Walk over to me.

>I know I messed up.

>I know I wasn't acting like a big kid.

>Dad takes his pointer finger and flicks it off his thumb into the side of my head as hard as he can.

>Trying not to cry.

>Don't cry.

>Dad goes back to his chair and sits down.

>Don't cry.

>Don't cry.

>Don't cry.

….no offense or anything, but uh… sounds to me like you all had some pretty awesome childhood experiences! :D

>>51303

https://youtu.be/lvbvqYGgBqM?t=11

>>51306

I think it was actually baked chicken. Back in the 80s white people were big on plain baked chicken with salt/pepper as the only "seasoning"… which tasted as horrible as it sounds.

>>51303

<waaah i got lightly flicked because even at 3 I was too autistic to function

Your father was an abject failure who should have been beating you more. Obviously you deserved to be beaten far more.

>>51434

Don't worry, if you ever manage to have kids I'm sure you'll be an even more abusive parent than my dad was.

>>51434

Coincidentally, when i got older my dad switched gears and just started throwing me into the furniture as well as started strangling me… but, again, I'm sure you can top that… you seem like the type.

>>51444

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Coincidentally, when i got older my dad switched gears and just started throwing me into the furniture as well as started strangling me… but, again, I'm sure you can top that… you seem like the type.

What a failure of a father that he never finished the job of correcting the mistake that is your life.

>>51456

How angry do you have to be to wish that some random stranger online was dead… oh, right…

https://i.imgur.com/3qqcCyj.png

So when are you planning on shooting up your school, Crazykins?

>>51389

>>my friendship with her was part of the reason I ended up with this fetish.

Sounds pretty likely. I had a couple hippy aunts who would let their kids run around in just their diapers, which made me feel really nervous as a kid (since I was diapered too, but trying to hide it).

>>9 or 10 years old

>>still wearing diapers to bed but pads and plastic pants to school

>>mom washes plastic pants and hangs them on the clothesline, right out in the open

>>"mom, wtf?!"

>>"calm down, anon. nobody cares."

>>some friends ride by on their bikes

>>"ha, anon, are those yours?"

>>"um, no, my mom's babysitting."

>>"yeah, right."

>>kids at school already think I wear diapers so this solidifies it

>>one kid at school (the principal's son) is the worst, gets everybody to tease me

>>keeps up like this for a few days until the principal finds out

>>don't know what he tells the son but he's nice to me after that

>>mom still oblivious, keeps drying plastic pants on clothesline

>>every day when I come home, I check to see if I need to move them to keep them hidden

Odd question: this would obviously be more for people like me, whose diaper fetish came from birth defects and they spent a lot of time in hospitals, but has anyone looked at their medical records before? My girlfriend suggested a little while back that I get copies from the hospital to help me put a few things back together. I got them the other day, and even though there was some scary stuff in there, it was also interesting, to say the least, to read pages and pages of reports of doctors talking about examining me while I was still in diapers, trying to fit me with catheters, etc.

>>52013

Here's a hospital memory I thought I'd share, just for the hell of it. I remembered it a little, but getting copies of my childhood medical records helped fill in the gaps.

>>almost 9 years old

>>according to the doctor's report, I still "wear diapers constantly" because "urine contains continues to dribble uncontrollably into his diaper throughout the day."

>>parents have been giving me suppositories on a regular basis for over a year, are also sick of changing my diapers, ask doctor if there's another solution

>>can't do anything about suppositories but doctor suggests a Freedom Catheter

>>as soon as I hear the c-word, I freak out because of all the terrible experiences I've had with catheters in the past

>>doctor insists this one is different, brings in a nurse to help

>>parents take off my clothes

>>standing there in the office with just a diaper on as they bring in what looks like a clear plastic baggie with a hose attached

>>they explain that the hose goes over my penis and the bag gets strapped to my thigh

>>"let's try it out"

>>they start to to take off my diaper

>>I freak out, start peeing all over the place

>>eventually, they get the diaper off and I'm standing there naked, shaking and crying

>>the doctor and the nurse try to basically stuff my dick into the hose but it feels cold and really weird so I'm not cooperating

>>dad swats my bare butt, tells me to be good

>>I still don't cooperate

>>doctor suggests they leave me at the clinic for a few days so I can get used to wearing it

>>freaking out

>>according to the medical records, my parents agree, but say they'll have to wait and make sure the insurance covers it

>>doctor rights in his notes how I was being "very uncooperative" and "seemed extremely anxious about the manipulation of his genitalia"

>>eventually, they put my diaper back on

>>never been so happy to be in a diaper

If memory serves, they never tried that particular solution again. They let me stay in diapers about one more year or so, then switched me to pads and plastic pants which were laughably inadequate. So it goes.

I have a lot of diaper experiences from when I was younger. Being potty trained around 3 years old didn't make me the fastest (but neither really slow I guess) and I kept wetting the bed for a long time after.

My biggest memory is when I was at some kind of week long camp with people around my age. I was around 6/7 at that time I think.

My parents were worried I'd wet the bed so they showed me drynites that I had to wear before going to bed.

(At home they always let me wet the bed so I woke up a few times a week soaked and cold in the middle of the night, parents usually frustrated or annoyed.)

Anyways

>The first night at the camp I was very worried someone might notice me putting on the pull-up

>Asked to do it somewhere where the other kids I was sharing the room with couldn't see it but I was told to put it on right there on the spot

>Camp assistant offered me to stand in front of me so they "couldn't see"

>Pretty sure they all saw but either didn't care or didn't make much of it

>Frist night having high amounts of anxiety so I obviously soak my pull-ups

>Waking up with it, feeling kinda funny but didn't think much of it

>Walked to the toilet and threw it in the trashcan as I was instructed the day before

>Pull-up was on my mind a lot during that day, didnt understand why, almost looking forward to the next night

>Asked to go to bed earlier (so I could stay in the pull-up) longer

>Had a good sleep and didn't wake up in a wet pull-up and felt oddly disappointed

>Walked to the toilet planning to throw away the unused pull-up and pee in the toilet

>Got the genius idea to pee in the pull-up because why not

>Stood there in the toilet with the door locked for minutes, heart pounding

>Finally was able to pee, felt really weirdly good

>Got spooked afterwards though so I quickly got it off and threw it away

>Next day (day 3) I went to bed as usual with the pull-up but remembered I forgot to pee before bed

>Thinking about telling the camp assistant but too anxious to get out of bed and find her while wearing a pull-up underneath my pyjamas

>Just decided to pee while I was in bed, soaking the pull-ups

>Sleep amazing

>Wake up and do the regular thing of going to the toilet to throw it away

>Kinda wanted to pee in it again but too spooked for some reason so I just used the toilet

At this point young me got the taste for it, but still had no idea how I was shaping my ABDL future lol

>The next day (day 4) have the genius idea to hold as much pee as my tiny kid bladder could hold after dinner

>Tell a lie to the camp assistant that I peed before sleep, I honestly don't know if they really believed it as I probably had my legs crossed on how badly I need to go

>The minute after putting on the pull-ups and laying down in bed soak it to the brim. Camp assistant was litterally still standing next to the bunk helping some other kid

>Poke the diaper a few times after the lights went out since I liked the squishy feeling

>Repeat this during the few days left until I needed to go home

I also remember this but I have no idea at what part of the camping timeline this belongs to

>Wake up in a soaked pull-ups

>We had this big center room in the camping house where we eat together

>I don't remember if it was intentional, but knowing the younger me it probably was

>I kept the pull-up on and just walked in there with my pyjamas still on

>Watched TV with some other kids for a while until one of the assistants told me to get dressed

>I don't remember if they noticed the pull-up honestly. One part tells me they knew but it's all too vague in my memory

>Next year I pretty much bagged my parents to sign me up again

>They talk to a doctor who has a pill that stops the creation of urine for a while after you take it (if I remember correctly)

>Not allowed to wear drynites anymore

>Plans for camp totally ruined

>Not allowed to take that pill at home so I would still constantly wake up soaked and cold at night with my parents angry

Those years sucked

They still had drynites at home and I was allowed to wear them very rarely.

I do have some more diaper related memories if anyone is interested?

(Also excuse me for any grammar or spelling mistakes as English isn't my native language)

>>52665

Please share! I have a bunch more, too, but I didn't want to hog the thread.

>>52665

>get medicine for bedwetting

>don't allow you to actually take it

What the fuck?

>>52673

I think it was because they were worried I'd have to keep taking the medicine and never 'naturally' stop bedwetting.

(Also I'm unsure if money had anything to do with it, we're definitely well within middle-class but my parents are cheap like that)

In the end around age 12 or so it got less bad and at age 13 I think it just stopped.

>>52666

You have my permission to totally hog the thread.

This is probably not really the most interesting memory but still:

>Around 7 years old

>On vacation with family (I think it was in France) on a camping which also had a massive public pool

>Mum recently got me new swimming trunks, which are made of some kind of synthetic material that does not absorb water.

>(This had no reasoning behind it by the way other then that these were on sale probably)

>Pretty skinny kid so its a bit big for me but it fit pretty alright around my waist after some modification

>A portion of this pool had these bubble spots

>Swimming around in the bubble area minding my own business until a blast of air from one of the machines manages to enter my trunks through one of the leg holes

>Trunks become filled with air, they end up being massive.

>As long as you sit or stand up right the air can't really escape so you could just walk around with your trunks blown up to cartoonish proportions

>Brain can only think about a diaper - Absolutely blew my mind

>Come back daily to the pool to do this again

>Next year be disappointed to find out the pool of that camping did not have a bubble spot

Also >I was really jealous at all the babies and young children walking around in swimming diapers.

>totally fantasized about being put in swimming diapers

Younger me was totally obsessed with diapers - Only around age 15 I actually figured out what a fetish was and that I had one.

(I didn't even know how to masturbate until age 16 by the way)

>>52683

>>Younger me was totally obsessed with diapers

Same here. I had to stay in diapers because of medical problems (I posted a lot of those memories throughout this thread) but when I actually had to be in them, it was a total love/hate thing. I hated the constant humiliation of still being in diapers, and the embarrassment of family members changing me (especially in public), but I hated changing my own diapers, and I hated NOT wearing diapers even more. My parents kept trying to switch me to pads and plastic pants, or a Freedom Catheter (instead of a tube, it's basically a baggie that goes over your junk to collect dribbling), but it all felt scratchy and terrible compared to the softness of diapers.

While I was still in diapers, diaper commercials would trigger the fuck out of me, make me feel super embarrassed because I knew I was older than the babies in the commercial, i.e. I was "doing something wrong," though I was probably also jealous of how openly the kids could wear diapers, and how nicely they were treated (compared to how my family, which would often leave me in wet/messy diapers out of neglect or punishment).

Once I was out of diapers, I still felt triggered (for lack of a better word) whenever I saw diaper commercials, or especially when I saw cousins getting their diapers changed. By then, it was more like, "I wish I was them," coupled with feelings of "What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

I remember one particular grocery store we used to go to, and how the diaper aisle was right next to the restroom. For some reason, there was pretty much always one pack of diapers ripped open, i.e. a parent would rip open a pack, steal a diaper, and go change their kid. There weren't any cameras and the store didn't seem to mind all that much, though eventually, they started just putting the ripped packs in the restroom and letting parents use them up.

I must have walked by those diapers a dozen times, and felt my heart jump into my throat, before I finally got up the nerve to put one on. Needless to say, it felt amazing, though I still didn't know what a common fetish this was and figured I was absolutely nuts.

>>52683

>>I didn't even know how to masturbate until age 16 by the way

My early experiences with masturbation were… odd, to say the least. I posted this a while back but I remember coming in my diaper when I was eight or so, and I saw a movie with nudity in it. I've been working through some more strange memories and I'm starting to think that I actually might have started coming in my diapers even earlier, around six or seven, though I obviously wouldn't have been ejaculating then.

I probably didn't start masturbating in the "traditional" way until I was in high school, and that was only because I thought I was supposed to. My preferred way was to put on a diaper and wet myself, which would feel so good that I'd oven orgasm just from that. Other times, I'd put on a diaper and fill it with random objects, so they'd rub around just right when I walked. That probably stemmed from hospital memories, plus this bizarre fantasy I had as a little kid that my family would start using my diaper as a trash can while I was still wearing it.

>>51463

Now I understand the reason you're such an illogical ass hat; it doesn't excuse it and I pity you but no more than I pity all those unable to overcome adversity.

>>52889

You pity me because I drove a neo Nazi over the edge of sanity to the point where he shot up a school? Wut?! LOL, that dude was already pretty insane though, I'm pretty sure he would have popped regardless of my using him as a personal play toy. I just… sped things up a bit. It's just too bad he shot up a school instead of trying to come after me. Neo Nazis are all gutless fuckin cowards though… same as ANTIFA really… pathetic trash.

>>52894

No, the earlier posts about your father.

>>52916

Oh I don't think my dad was all that bad, comparatively speaking of course. I mean the news is filled with stories of parents torturing, brutalizing and killing their kids and I know some people who had drunken abusive type dads way worse than mine.

As abusive dads go I'd say I got the better end of the stick.

>>52839

Nice. When I was a kid, the internet still mostly sucked so I didn't even see diaper porn until I was already pretty deep fetish. I remember stealing diapers out of my aunts' diaper bags and smuggling them out to the car at family events a few times. Felt pretty shameful but what can you do? Diapers were basically an addiction for me. I remember I would sometimes take plastic shopping bags and try to make diapers out of that, sometimes by putting an old shirt or rag in there to absorb.

>>53019

Cute pic! Glad your experiences with diapers seemed a lot happier and less shame-fueled than mine. :)

I grew up in a household where nudity and sex ed were very taboo, so coupled with the shyness that came from being stuck in diapers (especially with a family that hated changing them), I remember as I got older, trying to get answers by reading whatever women's magazines were lying around. I remember seeing an article that gave statistics on moms, and mentioned that a certain very small percentage of mothers admitted to getting turned on when they changed their babies' diapers. I started thinking about that like crazy, not fantasizing about my family in particular but a general idea of a nurturing, kind woman who just plain loved changing diapers.

Alright so I'm at a slumber party with this kid, we'll call him Chris. Me and my friends are having a slumber party at his house and one of these friends wear pull-ups. We (but mostly Chris and I) were curious about this and began wearing one of the extras he had. Only two people used it. Flash forward a couple months and we're laughing our asses of at that memory. Somebody mentions that they want to do it again and Chris says that his suster still has to wear pull-ups at night. We raid her stash and Chris and I believe two other people put them on. They get curious and want to use them. If I recall correctly Chris was the only one to actually pee in them and planned in pooping in his before we talked him out of it mostly out of fear of his parents smelling it. Another few weeks later and Chris's parents ask what we've been doing in his room. Everybody who has worn a pull-up puts one on and shows his parents. Chris gets chewed out for this and we're able to hear him being yelled at from within his room. One of the things I distinctly recall is Chris being asked if he wanted to stay in diapers, not in a serious way but more of a "what the fuck were you thinking" kind of way. That was really the end of it outside of a few references later on in our conversations.

I'm pretty sure this was the inciting incident that made me an abdl and makes me wonder if he's also one. I'm honestly kind of considering asking him

My first diaper related memory is from when I was about 4 years old. It's also one of the only vivid memories I have that far back.

I still wasn't dry at night then so I wore pull-ups to bed and didn't think much of it. I remember going down to our neighbor's house where my same-aged friend lived and telling him proudly that I don't wear diapers anymore but I still wear pull-ups at night. He replied back "Oh, Me too!" and for some reason my kid brain found that really exciting. We danced around this toy train set singing "Pull-ups, pull-ups".

I stopped bed wetting shortly after that time but I have one other memory of wetting the bed legitimately when I was a bit older, around 6 or so.

I remember dreaming one night that I was in this gigantic rat maze and that I needed to find the cheese. It was a really surreal dream where no matter what I did, I couldn't reach the cheese. I got really upset and after a while I felt my crotch getting warmer and being confused until I woke up and realized I peed myself. I was wearing these animal print two piece pajamas and for some reason I didn't change out of them and went and got breakfast. I don't think my parents said anything or noticed, and I just went on life as usual. I remember the smell of my pee-soaked pajamas and sitting in them, too embarrassed to say anything.

Sadly (in hindsight), I never wet the bed after that but I have tons of other memories growing up of my friend and my cousins bed wetting. I'll share some more of those another time.

Here's a pretty embarrassing memory from riding the school bus. I was a very shy, very incontinent 7 year old. We lived in the country and it was the middle of winter, so of course the bus was all wet and muddy. Anyway, my mom had just put me in a dry diaper before she helped me into my boots, but for some reason, my bladder was still full and I totally soaked my diaper as I was running out to catch the school bus. I was terrified because even though the school nurse was still changing me, it was about a half hour ride to school, plus I've been instructed to try and stay in the same diaper until lunchtime. Back then especially, I absolutely hated being in a wet diaper. Anyway, as I was getting on the bus and walking down the aisle, I slipped and fell. Because the floor was so wet, my pants got wet too. It was just snow and slush, but the kid I was sitting next to you started teasing me, saying I wet my pants. I don't really remember what happened next, but I ended up changing seats and sitting next to an older girl who knew my brother. I made some comment about how the seat was wet, and she said, "That's because you made it wet," kind of poking at my pants a little bit. She might have just been joking at first, but then she got this weird look on her face, and she asked if I was wearing a diaper. I said no. She kept asking and teasing me, and threatening to go ask my brother if I didn't tell her the truth, but I just kind of tried to ignore her. Eventually, if memory serves, another older girl took pity on me and said I could sit next to her if I wanted to, because that seat was dry. Not sure if she thought I really was wearing a diaper and it had leaked, or she was just trying to help out.

>>52839

>For those of you who were incontinent teens, did you have any sexual experiences in high school or college? What were they like?

I was still wearing pads in high school, but I'd frequently overflow the pads and wet my pants at school. Somehow, amazingly, I never got seen. Whenever it happened, I'd duck into the bathroom and hide in the stall until my pants were dry, then make up something about being sick so I could go home and change. One time, I remember talking to a pretty girl in the hallway, walking away, and five seconds later my bladder went nuts and I absolutely soaked my pants.

The same kind of thing happened a lot in college, except my parents weren't there to buy pads for me, and I was too nervous to buy them for myself, so I tried to go without. As a consequence, I wet my pants more than once. Whenever it happened, similar to high school, I'd basically duck into the nearest restroom stall, humiliated, and wait until my pants dried. I don't think my friends even knew I had a problem, because I hid it well.

Then one night, it occurred to me that I could/should buy adult diapers for myself. I remember my heart jumped in my throat, and I could barely sleep. The next morning, at the crack of dawn, I went out to a pharmacy and bought adult diapers as soon as it opened (I made up a story about how they were for a disabled sibling). I went home and put one on right away. I lived with some friends and hid the diapers in my room. Right away, it felt amazing to be in a diaper again. I didn't want my friends/roommates to know about it, though, so every once in a while, I'd wear a diaper out in public (like on Halloween) but go to a bar where none of my friends would be. Wearing diapers in public felt absolutely fantastic, but it was also very nerve-racking. I eventually started dating a woman who was pretty understanding about the fetish, though she was pretty lousy in other ways.

I still get a powerful urge to let people see me in diapers sometimes, and I've been tempted to let people "accidentally" see me wearing just a diaper in a locker room, or wear one to a doctor exam but exaggerate how bad my bladder problems are, but I don't really go through with any of that anymore. These days, as much as I'd like to, it just feels bad to drag some innocent person into me showing off how fucked up I am.

>Be around 4

>Remember when I was 2 years old, but don't remember year 3 so all of my memories of diapers are really fuzzy

>probably because my sister hit me in the head with a shovel and I wound up in the hospital for a while

>back to when I was 4, I find like 8 or 10 pull ups stacked in a cabinet in the bathroom

>ohyes.jpg

>sister joins and we start using them like crazy

>diapers are gone by the next day

>got away with it because our dad was asleep and mom was gone from the divorce

>over the next 7 years I try to recreate diapers with anything from tons of layers of clothing to garbage bags and toilet paper

>get a bike

>sneak 20 bucks from dad's wallet

>already know what I need to buy bc I watched a ton of diaper vids on my dad's computer whenever he went to sleep

>go to albertsons and buy a pack of goodnites

>bike home and out them on in the side yard bc no one's there

>start wetting them immediately

>so fucking warm

>sneak the rest into my room

>continue for the next few years

>during the summers I wore them all day every day

>no matter where we moved I managed to sneak them around

>start wearing them to school

>wetting in class feels like heaven

>no longer able to buy them cause broke

>fast forward 5 years

life doesn't feel the same

>>53595

Ha, I loved sneaking back into diapers as a kid, too (once they finally forced me out of them at 9 or so), but I always felt fucked up after getting myself off in them. Damn religious upbringing… Glad you enjoyed them, though.

>>13 years old

>>still bladder-incontinent, wearing pads but wish I were back in diapers

>>sitting in Home Ec class

>>teacher plays a childcare video

>>close-ups of diaper changes

>>wish that was me

>>everybody's like, "Oh, gross!"

>>feel even more fucked up for liking diapers

>>later, as we're working on homework, I lose control and wet myself

>>feels amazing

>>pad is perfectly warm and soggy but not leaking

>>spend the rest of class trying not to come

>>three or four years old

>>being changed by someone (don't remember who) who must have never changed a boy before

>>she folds my dick up, toward my belly

>>feels weird

>>start wetting later

>>diaper's tight enough not to leak but I feel warm pee splashing down the sides of my dick

>>feels fantastic

>>start reaching into my diaper all the time and readjusting so I'm pointing straight up

>>keep doing it until I finally get caught and spanked

>>46498 (OP)

I wore consistently until I was 11 but I'm not really sure what experiences are greentext worthy. I haven't talked about needing diapers in depth (I only found out this thread existed offhandedly) so you know. I'd be up for some discussion if this thread is still kicking.

>about 8 years old

>parents plan vacation overseas

>start bedwetting a week before vacation

>parents put me back in pull-up diapers at night

>like the feel

>can´t complain

>Vacation day

>parents are scared I pee mid-flight

>put me back in pampers for the flight

>middle of flight

>have to pee, go to bathroom

>remember pampers, feel it

>pee in it on purpose

>keep wearing diapers over vacation

>wear pampers at night now, always wet

>back home

>still bedwetting

>put in pullups again

>start messing pullups on purpose

>>53976

Go ahead and just share whatever memories you feel comfortable with. People will probably ask other questions based on that.

>>53976

By all means, share whatever you're comfortable sharing. Could be just what we need to reinvigorate the thread.

>>49906

I had to go through a preputioplasty for phimosis as an adult. Your parents are fucking retarded, and that doctor is as well. I wonder what your dad was thinking, letting his sons dick get sliced up. There is no chance in hell he didn't feel his dick tingle with pain thinking about what he would put you through. Chances are he just didn't think, though…

>wear pull-ups for bedwetting until 10 years old

>mostly stop summer before 6th grade

>that summer parents go to Europe for 5 days, stay with aunt

>very proudly tell aunt i'm not a bedwetter anymore

>wake up in middle of first night completely soaked

>aunt is angry and mattress is damaged from sheer volume of pee

>aunt goes out and buys me actual diapers

>wear them for next 4 nights

>wet them again on 2nd to last night

>my parents and cousins all know about the diapers, become known as bedwetter in the family

happy to answer questions/chat!

>5 years old

>not potty trained

>wearing pullups

>go to store with mom and sister

>wet pullup leaks and ruins pants

>mom is angry buys pack of diapers

>get changed in women's restroom

>no pants so forced to walk around in t shirt and diaper

>>53986

>>54019

Someone's mixing up story-time with the actual memories thread… sigh

>>53987

>>54011

Wearing gave me anxiety issues at the time but I'm passed that now.

>8yo in early summer

>Staying at uncle's house for a few days while my parents take my older brothers to camp

>12yo cousin comes out of the shower and tells me its my turn to take a bath

>He guides me into the bathroom and shows me how to use the tub while I undress

>Not super weird cause I still took baths with my bro at that age

>He leaves me alone once I get in

>Get of the bath about 10 minutes later and dry myself

>Hold a towel around my waist and go to his room so he can get me get ready for bed

>Walk in and see him standing next to his bed with his shorts down and a diaper between his legs

>He sees me and gasps, clutches the diaper to cover his crotch

>I ask him what he is doing

>He is super awkward but tells me he wanted to know what they felt like

>8yo me didn't understand "liking" diapers that way

>8yo me also didn't know how to tape his own diapers so I felt bad for my cousin

>Tell him he isn't putting them on right and to hold up the back

>He reluctantly listens and I pull the front up and tape it

>A little small but it fit well enough

>He says thanks and pulls his shorts up

>Look at each other awkwardly for a few moments until I motion that I need a diaper on

>He makes me promise to not tell anyone "or else I won't diaper you"

>I agree and he diapers me

>Night goes on normally after that

>He steals a few of my diapers every chance he gets but he never talked to me about it again

First time greentexting so sorry if its awkward. I consider him an ABDL so I guess its relevant to post here.

>>54017

how long did you wet your bed? Were there any significant stories due/around bedwetting?

>>54156

I wet the bed regularly from the ages of about 6 to 10. After that, it was off and on, but not common enough that diapers were usually necessary.

After that, I wore a "diaper" (usually a pull-up) to bed just a few times, which was always when I wet the bed multiple nights in a row. The last time that happened was sophomore year of high school, and it only lasted for a week.

After that, I probably wet 2/3 per year on average.

As for significant stories…nothing crazy comes to mind. Memorable ones would be neighborhood kids finding my diapers, a female classmate's older sister babysitting and blowing up my spot, and a single messy situation that I swear was not my fault :P

Happy to greentext any of those if there's interest

>>54158

Please do so. Would love to read.

>>54159

>I'm ~8, with 4/5 neighbors at my house

>Start playing hide and go seek

>I'm hiding in parents room, a few friends are in my room

>Suddenly hear lots of commotion from my room and go to inspect

>3 of my neighbors tried to hide in my closet, finding package of Goodnites

>DENY DENY DENY

>Neighbors don't believe me, ask my mom

>Mom saves the day, says they are "from when I was a baby"

>Not long after, neighbor finds wet Goodnite in the trash

>Cover-blown, death by a thousand nicknames

>>54159

>In 5th grade, almost done bedwetting

>Parents out late on a weekend, usual babysitter is busy

>Family friends recommend local babysitter, who is older sister of girl in my class

>Everything is fine, eventually get ready for bed

>In my PJs, sitter out of nowhere asks "Anon, are you wearing your diaper?"

>Had no idea she knew, tell her I am

>Nothing bad happens

>Few weeks later, notice a few girls in my class looking at me and giggling to themselves

>Ask what they're laughing about

>"I heard you wear a DIAPER to bed!"

>DENY DENY DENY

>Go home and yell at parents for telling babysitter I wet the bed

>>54159

>11 or 12 years old, break arm during hockey game

>On painkillers, start wetting bed again, wear some old leftover Goodnites

>Painkillers cause bad constipation, eventually admit this to parents

>Given suppository after dinner

>Wait HOURS for suppository to kick-in, nothing happens

>Go to bed

>Wake up in middle of night ready to explode

>Sprint to bathroom

>Not quite fast enough

>Mess diaper and a little on the floor next to toilet

>Cry

>Vow to never take painkillers or suppositories ever again

As always, happy to answer questions/respond to any comments :)

>>54163

damn, how did your parents react when you made the mess?

>>54173

They weren't thrilled, but they also weren't mad considering the circumstances. I guess I would use the word "irritated"?

My dad pretty much slept through it, while my mom helped with the cleanup. Normally, I think she would have left it to me at that age, but since I had the very recently broken arm, I assume that influenced things.

I do remember her being frustrated that I had messed on the ground. In my panicked attempt to avoid messing the Goodnite (something I had never done before), I yanked it down the second I got into the bathroom, which was problematic since I was losing control already.

There was a sizable log on the bathroom floor, and she told me it would have been a lot easier to just do it all in the Goodnite.

Great thread. Contributing a childhood memory of mine from when I was 3-4 or so.

This was around autumn/winter. My (single) mom was out of our apartment for a few days on a trip of some kind. Whether it was work related or an ordinary one I can’t really remember, but I suppose that isn’t important to the story. What is important to it however, is that at around that time I had some stomach issues. Shit would come out often (and when it did, it was hard shit followed by a noisy, softer mess), and mostly it would come out suddenly with little to no warning.

Which must have happened enough times for my mom to get fed up with it. As for the time being I had been put back in diapers.

It was possible for me to hold it in for some time if I could feel it coming, which I often did because of the icky, post-poop feeling. But I was continuously told that I shouldn’t do that.

It probably wasn’t healthy, and holding it in could get a little painful, but I was a contrarian little shit back then. (lol)

Anyway, since my mother wasn’t going to be home for a few days she had hired a babysitter. This babysitter was a younger woman (probably in her early-mid 20’s) my mother must have known. I recall her being very peppy and playful. With how casual and easygoing she was this probably wasn’t her first babysitting gig.

I’m not sure if it was because I was immature (Born premature, started talking late due to fluid in my ears affecting my hearing) or because she was just that good, but she really knew how to get a grumpy, contrarian little kid to really brigthen up. The days besides the two big ‘events’ must have been pleasant. Even if I don’t really remember them.

As for the two big ‘events’… Even she had trouble getting me to not hold it in when I had to go number 2. At first she would use her peppy attitude and nice words to see if she could coax me into giving up. When that didn’t work she would, without losing her happy demeanor, try to make me lose my concentration by poking or tickling me with her fingers. Sullen little me cheered right up, but still refused let go of my bowels. (Again, contrarian little shit)

Then she did this thing I simply I can’t forget. Without missing a beat, she laid me down on the floor, on my back, and lifted both of my feet into the air. So far that my rear hovered a little over the floor as well. Then she took her other hand and really went to town on my feet. Her fingers tickling them like crazy. All while in a slightly goofy, kinda babyish voice telling me she wouldn’t stop until I gave up.

I lasted 3 seconds tops. The diaper making space for the noisy arrival of my pent up poop. Immediately afterwards she half-carried me out to the bathroom and cleaned me up with some wet wipes.

The second time I held it in because I found what she did the first time fun. When she realized that (I think she did. I probably didn’t have a good poker face.) she tickled my stomach, then tried to (I was resisting) blow a raspberry on it until I gave up. Same outcome as with the first time. Straight to the bathroom, cleaned up with wet wipes.

Can’t imagine what my mother paid her to deal with my sick shitty ass.

Here is my history…was a baby during the 80’s

>2-ish?

>wore cloth during the week, disposables on weekends

>disposables had to be Huggies..don’t know why

>remember getting an erection while in them…totally confused

>I remember going to the beach as a toddler, diaper sagged so much it came off

>remember getting changed around family/friends

>potty trained @ 2.5 years

>allegedly it took one day for me to catch on

>5 years old, aunt gives me a bag of diapers….cause ever kid has cabbage patch dolls

>keep bag of diapers in room

>get a hard on every time I touch one

>freak out

>years pass

>helping out my mom @ some church gathering, I’m literally alone for hours roaming around

>find the nursery

>the smell of diapers and powder when I enter the room smack me in the face

>instant flashbacks

>nobody is around, decide to try one on(i’m like 10?)

>fit easily into a Luvs…plastic backed with barney on them

>walk around the nursery and play for a half hour wearing only a diaper(thank god cameras weren’t in use then)

>got away with that

>now in middle school

>halloween, the fad was that girls dressed as a baby….girl I had a crush on came to school with a paci

>in science class one day during break, one girl pulls a bottle out of her purse, pours a coke into it and gives it to her friend

>WTF, this is awesome and confusing

>years pass till high school

>still like diapers, discover DPF on the web…why no pics?

>do a yahoo search and find adultbabysource…. <WIN>

>more time passes…member of most major websites

>fast forward me @ 23 years old

>have knee surgery

>cannot go the bathroom without help---—nurse hands me urinal—total fail, pee everywhere

>nurse suggests a diaper

>okay?

>get sent home with diapers

>still high on painkillers and anesthesia(torn ACL)

>mistakenly let it slip that diapers are awesome to parents

>parents think it’s a joke, anesthesia makes me spill my guts

>yep…they know now.

>oh well

anyways…member of dailydiapers since 03’? back when you needed a password to get to the site. Totally amazed to this day that the AB/DL community would be as large as it is. Boutique diapers got a whole lot better, even though blue tape Attends were awesome. Sucks that vintage bags of diapers are listed on ebay for hundreds of dollars. I never remembered having accidents as a kid but I really don’t buy the fact that I was trained in one day. There are pictures with the old date stamps that say otherwise.

>>54203

That sounds adorable

>>54203

probably a lot less than anyone of us would have to pay to get that kind of qt treatment from a pro-dom nowadays

why live?

>>54286

It kinda was, wasn’t it? I’m thinking she must have taken care of me before, what with her casually being so silly and touchy-feely. Not that I’ve had many babysitters to compare her to.

Thoughts on her behavior? Too babyish for my age at the time? Or a clever way of dealing with a kid with tummy troubles?

Would love to hear if anyone have had similar experiences. Don’t necessarily have to be about someone making you mess or wet yourself like that. Maybe just someone being overly babyish in how they treated you. Not quite knowing the baby-toddler-child differences? (Even if they aren’t diaper related)

Anyway, there’s a thing I experienced when I was around 4-5. While I wasn’t wearing a diaper it should still fit the thread. It’s a long story.

So in the city we lived in there was this indoor waterpark. The place felt enormous when I was a little kid. The pool area was decorated like an island, with fake rocks and plants. There were shallow and deep pools, a rapid tunnel and a waterslide built into a fake lighthouse in the middle.

My mother had given me free reign to play around the shallow pool area, as she knew I wouldn’t go into the deep water when she said I shouldn’t. (I wasn’t as contrarian anymore. Quite well-behaved actually) While I was having fun she was somewhere else. Probably reading a book or checking out the indoor kiosk.

It was a slow day with few people around, which meant I had a ton of pool toys for myself. As I was playing I felt a dump coming on, but given it wasn’t an urgent potty emergency I knew I could easily hold it in for another 10 minutes or so. I then spent a few more minutes playing in the pool, with the feeling of needing to let loose growing stronger as the minutes went by.

Just as I had decided it would be a good idea to go to the women’s locker room (I arrived with my mother, remember?) and use the toilet, a bikini-clad woman I didn’t know (think she was a little older than the babysitter) sat down by the edge of the pool. She must have seen me sitting around unattended and decided to keep an eye on me. That’s very nice of her, looking after a kid so they don’t get into trouble. Or maybe she just thought I was a cute little thing.

The big problem: Like my former babysitter, she must have been very good at getting a kid’s attention. And she started talking to me. In that friendly “How you doing little guy?” voice. She asked me I was having fun, then where my parents were and what not. I was fine with her talking with me, staying put despite feeling my grip on my bowels growing weaker. Then I splashed a bit of water on her, which she then returned with a bit more force. We went back and forth like that for a bit, but then I felt I simply couldn’t hold my shit in for much longer. Even if I ran for it I would probably mess myself before reaching the locker room. Maybe before I even got out of the pool. My escape from the pool was further complicated by her sitting right where you went into the pool. Not liking the idea of the nice, pretty woman seeing me mess myself right when my butt was at eye-level with her, I briefly contemplated crawling over the sides of the pool. These were elavated and decorated with fake rocks, so it would take me a couple of seconds to climb them. I decided against it when I realized it would take even longer.

Looking back, it would make me messing myself even more obvious. She would probably be watching me closer if I did that. My butt would be pointed straight at her, and if she sat down near me to make sure I didn’t get into trouble, she might have moved closer to stop me from doing that. Or, given she seemed pretty easy-going, give me a helpful ‘push’ out of the pool. Having her press her hand on my butt right when, or right after I lost control would have ended me.

Anyway, I ended up losing control right in front of her. I stood up and was about to make a run past her, but when I saw her seemingly preparing to move closer to me I fell back over right on my rear. Turned out she wasn’t even going to move. She just splashed a bit of water on me while smiling. Still, butt squished against the pool floor, a solid log began pushing out of me with nothing I could really do about it. I just got real quiet and didn’t move at all while she continued talking to me. Eventually she left the pool and I could make my escape. Not completely sure if anything got left in the pool. I stayed clear of that area afterwards.

I’m 99% sure the babysitter and pool experience contributed to my fantasies of being in a scenario where I look like a little kid again, with a young woman who’s great with/loves kids thinking I’m just an ordinary little kid who needs someone to play with/help going number 2. Baby-talk, tickling, tummy raspberries and sudden messing included. I should write something.

>>54345

Yet another thing. Looking back, I think what also had a large part in triggering the whole babyed treatment thing was some of the media I saw back then. At home we had a bunch of disney cartoon shows recorded on VHS I would often watch (When you're young you can watch the same thing without getting bored again and again)

One of the tapes had a cartoon with Donald Duck (God, I can't believe I'm mentioning him in this context) where he was walking around a robotics museum, getting caught up in a bunch of malfunctioning machines.

One of them was this robot-nanny/stroller. Mistaking him for an actual baby, it gave him the full baby treatment. Bottle, diapering, cheerful talking and what not. All while his complaints fell on deaf ears.

I remember always getting this funny feeling when that scene came on. And I got to watch it often. I can see some similarites to what I would get to experience later on.

Anybody else remember that short?

>>54447

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvaZdX-rdz4

there you go

>>54448

God, that's so damn silly to look at now. Funny how you view things so differently when you age.

Still, the concept is great for the humiliation aspect. Oblivious, cheery caretaker = god.

>>54425

Very nice, sounds like a good time. Any other stories about her or was that the last one?

>>54770

I definitely had my first orgasm in diapers, too. That kind of thing sure does a number on the brain…

>>54780

Same here my dudes

Here's another for my first wet dreams and orgasms were in diapers. I was diapered for bedwetting until 14. I learned to masterbait by humping my morning wood into my shameful peed diapers.

No matter what now its alwats going to feel like the 'right' way for my to do it.

>>54792

I hope you were drunk when you typed that because if you make that many spelling mistakes on a regular basis it's pretty fucking sad that you're one example of why people think diaper fetishists are autistic dimwits

When I was a 14yo girl, my parents sent me to a summer-camp in Bavaria, for 2 weeks. I was not happy and ate all my sweats in the first night. The next day I had a bad hurting stomach ache and went to the nurse. She was very nice and checked me completely. I got laxatives to help.. go. I helped VERY good and I was sitting on the toilet forever. The nurse checked me again and said I really should go back to bed, but I was afraid to mess it. The nurse said I really need some sleep (I was almost sleeping on the toilet) and put me in a big diaper. Until that point I did not know those diapers exist, but in that night I fell in love with them. Oven the next days I stole more diapers from the nurse office and pretend to be sick while the other kids were out. So I had a lot of time alone in my diapers, masturbating…

>>54829

Did you have any desire to wear diapers before that day?

Were they adult diapers or child diapers?

Also did you mess your diapers on the first night?

When I was a 14yo girl, my parents sent me to a summer-camp in Bavaria, for 2 weeks. I was not happy and ate all my sweats in the first night. The next day I had a bad hurting stomach ache and went to the nurse. She was very nice and checked me completely. I got laxatives to help.. go. I helped VERY good and I was sitting on the toilet forever. The nurse checked me again and said I really should go back to bed, but I was afraid to mess it. The nurse said I really need some sleep (I was almost sleeping on the toilet) and put me in a big diaper. Until that point I did not know those diapers exist, but in that night I fell in love with them. Oven the next days I stole more diapers from the nurse office and pretend to be sick while the other kids were out. So I had a lot of time alone in my diapers, masturbating…>>54833

No, until then I had no desire to wear diapers. I thought diapers are for babies only.

The diaper she put on me was a XS Adult diaper. It looked very clinical over my stay I found out that some teens suffer from wedwetting for being home-sick.

I messed it a little bit, but I could have made it to the bathroom. By the time I took the diaper off it was well used. - I think I should be happy the nurse did not checked me in the morning. Next lunch she asked me if I was fine and I simply nodded.

One day when I was about 9, still in diapers because of a bladder problem, some boys from my school came by. They asked if I wanted to go ride bikes with them. Right away, I thought something was wrong, because I wasn't really friends with them (or anyone, really, since I was trying my best to keep my diapers a secret). But for some reason, I went with them anyway. We peddled around for a while, and I noticed how suspicious they were acting, but eventually, we parted ways and everything seemed fine. Days later, I overheard them talking to a different boy, and they explained how they suspected I wore diapers, and their plan had been to take me to an empty playground or something, hold me down, and take off my pants to see for sure. Luckily, though, they didn't actually have the guts to go through with it, and for some reason, they never tried again.

>>55302

Ha, I'm simultaneously sympathetic and jealous and amused.

>>about 6 years old

>>still diapered because of medical stuff

>>being babysat by an aunt

>>aunt has a toddler

>>see aunt slide her hand down the back of cousin's diaper

>>figure that's how she checks it

>>embarrassed about being in diapers

>>try hard to hold it

>>wet my diaper but don't tell her

>>realize I have to poop

>>hold as long as I can then mess myself

>>terrified aunt will blindly slide hand into my messy diaper

>>decide to wait until parents pick me up

>>for some reason no one notices the smell

>>get home and ask Mom to change me

>>she asks why I didn't tell aunt I needed a clean diaper

>>explain the hand thing

>>she thinks it's hilarious and calls my aunt to tell her

I don't remember if this particular aunt ever actually changed my diaper or not, but I remember hearing family members joke about my fear of her reaching into my diaper a few times.

>>55302

Big if true

Say, are the previous memories threads archived anywhere? Being able to read them would be great. Never got to save the last one before it was gone.

>>55708

How long were you in that diaper? Seems like you'd get a rash.

>>55953

Not sure. I very frequently had diaper rash anyway, though, because my mom really hated changing messy diapers and would leave me in them for a long time. It sucked but I was also basically used to it.

>>56015

Man, how do you get over that kind of neglect? I cut my mom out of my life for being emotionally manipulative.

>>56023

It was tough, man. I posted a lot in this thread about crappy/weird things my parents did, but basically, I think they were just idiots. Plus, I'm pretty sure my mom was severely depressed when I was young, which was why she was so neglectful. She got better later, but by then, a lot of the damage was already done. I'm honestly basically okay these days, I have a good job and friends and I'm in good shape, but I've been trying to work through a lot of this childhood stuff over the last few months, so it's kind of on the surface.

>>54835

Nice! I remember my parents sending me to some kind of church camp once. It was only for a weekend. I think I was around 9, and I was really nervous about it because I was still wearing diapers all the time, even though I was mostly changing them by myself by then. They arranged for the camp nurse to keep diapers in a special room for me. The whole weekend, I was terrified that the other kids would catch me in diapers, but somehow, nobody ever did. I did get asked a couple times while I was going into the "special bathroom," but I made up some lie about needing allergy medicine.

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Wow this thread is great, I just found this site and have wanted to share my single childhood diaper experience for ages.

When I was in the 3rd grade (8 years old), my parents went on a trip (5/6 days), and I was sent to stay with a close family friend who had a son who was a little "slow" mentally. He used to wet himself all the time, and seemingly always wore pull-ups.

I, on the other hand, hadn't had a daytime accident since I was 3/4, though I would wet the bed a handful of times per year, but not enough that it was considered an issue or necessitated diapers. The family friend knew about this.

On my second day staying with them, we went to the movies, where I had soda and popcorn. I really needed to pee by the time the movie ended, but when we were leaving, no one else in our group stopped to use the bathroom (which was not what happened when my family went to the movies), and I didn't speak up and ask if we could stop.

On the drive home, after a very hard-fought battle with my bladder, I completely flooded my pants and the seat in the family friend's van. I remember crying and apologizing, and her not being mean, but not being nice either.

When we got back, I showered, put my pajamas on, and was called into the family friend's bedroom where she gave me a pull-up to wear to bed. I was absolutely floored by this and didn't want to, but she was insistent and I really didn't feel like I had a choice.

I ultimately had to wear pull-ups to bed for the remainder of the visit, and on the 3rd day she even had me wear one for a large part of the day because we were going to be out of the house for a very long time with limited access to bathrooms. After that, I was fortunately spared having to wear in the day because school started, and I was always either at school or inside the house.

I never wet the pull-ups at night, but did need to use one while we were out on the 3rd day. I didn't realize it at the time, but in hindsight, the fact that the family friend's son was always in pull-ups led to her being very unrealistic about how often an 8 year old is going to need to use a bathroom, and pretty much set me up for failure.

>>58684

But how long after that did you realize that you liked diapers?

>>58684

>>58690

I started watching porn involving diapers when I was 12, and have enjoyed them in various ways since then.

I was always fascinated with the idea of people having accidents, but never wanted to experience one myself until after puberty started.

The memory of my own experience wasn't something that I enjoyed thinking about until I was 13-ish, and I hated thinking about it before that.

>>58819

You forgot to mention that she's your little sister

>>58819

>During my last year there

Ahh yes, who can forget their senior year of Kindergarten?

>>58819

you're the same guy who wrote about the girl that wore pulllups. I can't remember what name you gave her, but your fiction had her soiling her underwear and then later wetting and soiling a pullup with you watching.

I wouldn't usually call someone out on this, but your grammar and syntax have faults that are the same as that other story, they make me think that English is not your first language.

>my kindergarten have these nap sessions

>The teacher will often approach her and whispered if she need to change or not.

>I seldom teased her for still wearing, but her answer is always smug.

>because of the attention I gave to her, I often asked to accompany her to the nursery or to the washroom or even fetching her spare diaper while she's waiting in the washroom

you frequently switch tenses in the same sentence and you have frequent noun/verb disagreement

these are things that usually occur either when children are learning language or when someone is switching between languages that have slightly different manners of sentence organization. I'm going to hazard a guess that you're either French, Spanish, or Mexican

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>>58831

Okay there are some great comments here. Now I'll do my best to bring this thread back to some degree of normalcy with an experience that is actually very similar to the above guy with the creative imagination.

When I was growing up my sister had a friend who's little sister often spent time with us. I remember being really consumed by the fact that she still wore diapers when she was 3/4 and in pre-school, which is the year before kindergarten to those who don't know.

I don't know exactly why she wore them, besides the fact that she seemingly peed her pants quite a bit.

My wildest memory of her was one time when she was with my family one summer day, and she pooped her pants in my parents car. She was not wearing diapers at the time, as she had apparently graduated from them. I think she was 5 at the time.

Anyways, it was such a mess that my mom literally sprayed her down with a hose in the backyard.

I still see her every once in awhile, but haven't had any similar experiences since we were both very young. She's a young adult now and is completely normal, so I have no idea what the bathroom issues were with her at the time. I'm not a crazy/creepy person, so I don't bring up those incidents.

>>58872

>I'm not a crazy/creepy person

Don't delude yourself you rancid piece of shit

>>58875

Fair enough. At least I'm not outwardly creepy to people I know :P

Eh, here are the closest things I have to ABDL childhood experiences:

>Be 9

>Aunt brings me to her house after school

>Mom will be coming to pick me up in about an hour

>Younger cousin isn't here for some reason

>Look around his room to find something to do until mom comes

>Open his walk-in closet

>See a diaper sitting on top of the dresser in the closet

>Think it's a little weird, considering he's 5 by this point

>Pretty sure he's potty trained; maybe he wets the bed?

>Pick it up and start looking at it

>Start thinking… I can't remember what it's like to wear one

>Start getting really curious

>Close the closet door behind me

>Unfold the diaper

>Pull down my pants and underwear

>Press it up against my crotch

>Suddenly start getting paranoid

>What if someone catches me?

>What if my aunt notices it's missing?

>How do I secretly get rid of it once I'm done with it?

>Get scared

>Fold the diaper and put it back where I found it

>Pull my pants back up

>Get out of the closet

>Watch TV until my mom comes to get me

>Continue to wonder what it would have been like if I had actually put it on…

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>Be 12

>Started seeing GoodNites being advertised

>Bedwetting diapers for older kids? Interesting…

>Re-sparks my curiousity about wearing diapers

>Lay awake at night thinking about them

>Think about wetting the bed on purpose so I can get some

>But paranoia sinks in again

>My mom would probably make me go to the doctor to see why I suddenly started wetting

>My brother would probably be mad if I leaked through the top bunk

>Plus, becoming a bedwetter would limit my options as far as sleepovers go

>Decide against it, but still occasionally fantasize about it

>Some weeks later

>Feel someone nudging me awake

>Feel really tired, my whole body feels super heavy.

>Try to sit up

>My shirt is wet

>My underwear is wet

>The whole bed is soaking wet

>I had actually, unintentionally, wet the bed

>Mom helps me down from the top bunk

>Gently tells me she has a bath ready for me

>Sit in the tub thinking about what happened

>Feel pretty ashamed, embarrassed

>Finish washing up

>Nobody says anything to me about what happened

>Basically act like it didn't happen

>Go to school, have a normal uneventful day.

>Bedtime comes again

>Lay awake thinking about last night

>Part of me wanted to take this as the perfect opportunity to start wetting the bed

>Other part of me was still pretty embarrassed about wetting the bed in the first place

>Even though everyone reacted a lot better than I thought they would

>Still decide it's not worth the risk

The last time I remember having an accident before then was when I peed my pants in Kindergarten. I haven't had any other accidents since then.

>>59063

Nice! I had accidents all the time as a kid. It was a weird combo of humiliation and excitement, though I couldn't understand at the time why part of me kind of liked it.

>>59063

Do you feel like your interest in diapers would have waned naturally if you actually got to wear them when you were younger?

>>59101

Probably not. I also had a huge interest in nudity when I was a kid, and actually got to experiment a lot with it. Still huge into nudism today.

> 12 years old

> still bedwetting

> wearing pullups or youth diapers for sleeping

> hate having to wear diapers, but hate waking up in a wet bed even more

> one night after wetting my diaper and touching it, realizes it feels very good

> mfw the first time I came it was in a wet diaper

> fucks up my sexuality for life

> mfw I hate diapers but they get me off at the same time

> feeling so ashamed yet it feels my mind with fucked up fantasies

To this day I have this weird love/hate relationships to diapers. Nobody will ever understand me.

>>59121

I understand completely. My experiences were very similar and I have a love/hate thing with diapers, too. I've tried to give it up but I'm finally accepting (or trying to) that it's just part of me, like it or not.

>>59121

>>59122

You can expand your libido's requirments and get by without; I went sans diapers for sex for six months. Thought diaperless sex was amazing… then had diaper sex again.

Okay, diaper sex still mind-blowing, but a man need not be a hedonist and non-diaper sex was still immensely satisfying. If you're anxious about it, just give it up for an indefinite period and see how you feel.

>>49623

Been working on some more repressed memories the past few months. Originally wasn't going to share them because I didn't want to take up too much of your thread, but it looks like things have quieted down, so I'll probably type out one or two. Feel free to ask questions, or disregard if this isn't your thing. I know it can be uncomfortable as fuck.

Another thing I remembered about what I went through after the circumcision: at least one but probably a few rather traumatic times between diaper changes, someone massaged what I think was Vasoline into the very tender head of my penis. Mainly, I remember sitting there naked on an open diaper, sore and confused and totally freaked out, looking down at my dick, and wondering two things: why it looked different, and why it was getting bigger. ;) In other words, as much as it hurt, I was erect as fuck as they rubbed it in. I'm guessing they must have teased me about it, which is why I buried the memory (that, and how sore it was), and might also be why my mom freaked out and stopped doing it. But I also remember that after rubbing in a lot Vasoline (I think it was Vaseline and not some kind of lotion because I kind of remember the little square bottle sitting on the open diaper in front of me) they put another big dab on the place where my foreskin used to be, then diapered me without rubbing it in, which confused me. I also remember them wiping off their hands on the inside of my diaper before taping it up, which had a weird effect in it's own right.

>>60897

Another one that probably took place shortly after:

>>about seven years old

>>freshly circumcised, sore as fuck

>>because it's so raw and exposed, I'm basically painfully erect, like, all the time

>>feels really stinging and weird whenever my diaper is wet

>>extra self conscious for some reason, afraid to ask to be changed

>>start hiding whenever I'm wet or messy

>>start reflexively rubbing/tugging on my diaper all the time

>>graduate to tearing little holes in my diaper and touching myself

>>get bits of diaper stuffing all over the place

>>mom is pissed, disappointed in me, etc

>>when she changed me, she has to wipe and/or pick off all the bits of stuffing off my dick

>>hurts like hell

>>also feels weirdly good

>>kid-think equivalent of "WTF?!"

I also think I remember being changed at school by a teacher (the same one who'd changed me since kindergarten) who asked me if I'd had "something done," but I didn't understand the question, then her saying something like, "Tell me if it hurts, I'll try not to hurt you," etc. That's a bit more fuzzy, though.

Did anyone get teased or bullied for diapers? Did anyone get friends or peers to wear with them?

>>60911

I got teased/bullied a LOT, both on the bus and at school. For some reason, I was too embarrassed to tell my parents or teachers about it, so it basically went on unchecked from kindergarten to around 6th grade. Rough stuff. Never got anyone to wear them. Ha, I was too busy denying that I wore them, even though it was obvious that I did.

First time posting on this thread. I have a wealth of stories but am honestly not sure how interesting they'd be to other anons.

>>60911

Yes, I had a friend when I was younger who would wear diapers with me from time to time. I finally trained a bit later than most (at about 4), but basically knew I liked diapers as soon as I was out of them; being a young, naive, and relatively confident kid, I didn't make any secret of my early friends how much I liked diapers.

>Be me at about 5 or 6, late '90s

>I have a friend named Josh who goes to kindergarten with me

>I had talked with him about diapers at some point in the past

>Go over to play at Josh's house, and we go to his room alone

>He opens a dresser drawer and shows me his stash of several disposable baby diapers

>I'm impressed with the stash, which he reveals is a secret from his parents

>Pretty sure we tried on the diapers together and looked at each other wearing them, but didn't use them that day

This happened once or twice more when I visited him, but we went to different schools for 1st grade and didn't talk as much afterward. My parents caught me with diapers at age 7 (I can share that one too if anyone is interested), but I still had two last diapers they didn't find and confiscate.

>Call Josh on the phone and arrange to have him come over to my house

>We go across the street to a secluded area with a lot of wild kudzu

>I hesitate a bit, but we each put on the diapers (Little Swimmers) and soak them completely

>Fling them into the kudzu, pee flying out from them in a spiraling arc

>Head home without incident

>A few weeks later, eating dinner with my family

>Josh's mom calls our house, apparently furious, and tells my mom that we had been using diapers together

>Insists that I must have coaxed him into it, claiming "her Josh" didn't do stuff like that

>Tears all around in my house, parents livid and threaten to tell my friends, ground me over it

>Josh came to my birthday party, to which he had recently been invited, but I was never allowed to see him again

I have to wonder why he ratted on me. My best guess is that he either had his stash discovered and thought he could get off easier by blaming me, or maybe he felt guilty about it. And of course, I wonder if he's a DL today. Never saw him again after my 8th birthday…

>>60955

Even though parts of that sound pretty rough, honestly, I'm a bit jealous. I had no choice about wearing diapers, and I remember a friend asking me continuously if I wore them (he'd heard them crinkling) but I was too chicken to say yes. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if I just told him the truth.

>>60955

Btw, sorry your parents were shitty about it! Feel free to share more.

>>60971

>>60970

Thanks for that. I can understand why someone in your position would be jealous, and sympathize with you… I'll admit though that, as a kid, I was jealous myself of people who had to wear diapers for any reason. Looking back, I get how juvenile that was, but I guess the grass really is greener on the other side of the fence.

By the way, let me just say how much I appreciate all the anecdotes you've shared here; it's been fascinating hearing your perspective, anon.

I'll share some more stories from my past, starting in order.

>Was originally potty trained around 2 or early 3 y.o.

>No memories of this

>Parents give me lots of attention early on, and I am pretty happy

>Shortly after I turn 3, they give birth to my sister

>I am very jealous of the attention she gets; openly resent her, run away during her baby shower, etc.

>For whatever reason, start having lots of accidents in my pants

>Parents scream at me, shame me for it

>One of my earliest memories is my mom yelling "Anon, god damn it!" after I had crapped in my underwear

>After a bit, they just put me back in Pampers (the mid-90s Baby-Drys with the bears on them)

>They made me feel ashamed, and I hated wearing them at the time

>I remember telling adults that I wore them and that it wasn't fair

>They try and fail multiple times to get me trained, and finally succeed (after much drama) when I was 4

>Shortly after, develop an obsession with diapers

>Parents and teachers try to get me to stop talking about them to no avail

That's how it begins, anyway. From when I was that age through when I was an adult, there was no shortage of diaper-related drama in my life… will share more momentarily.

>>60986

Continued…

>Be me, about 5

>Have a cute, college-age babysitter who gets along well with me

>She is about to graduate and leave town, so she wants to buy me a small goodbye present of my choosing

>Knowing I can never ask my parents for them, I ask her to buy me diapers

>She takes it well. Seems to think it's cute, and asks me a few times if I'm positive that's what I want

>About a week later, she comes to my house and my father and I answer the door

>She's holding something behind her back

>Proudly presents me with a bag of those plastic-backed Pampers Baby Dry Size 6

>you know, the ones that sell for billions of dollars now on eBay

>My father is clearly displeased and shoots her a look

>I am excited to have them, but am embarrassed and feel a little weird because of my dad

>Put them in my closet and forget them for a couple years

That's probably the reason that, even though I'm almost strictly a DL, I prefer my partner to roleplay as my "babysitter" rather than my "mommy." God I wish she could have diapered me lol

>Be me at age 7

>Strong diaper-y urges, and remember my old supply of the aforementioned Baby-Drys, plus a few old Pampers Trainers pull-ups

>Start to try them on. A tiny bit snug, but they fit me very well, all things considered

>In heaven

>Not to be crude, but this is the first time I remember getting erections

>Gradually start wetting, and then messing them

>Being a young idiot, just stash the messy diapers back in my closet

>One night at dinner, my dad solemnly asks me the question I will never forget

>"Have you been trying on diapers in your room?"

>Awkwardly and in a clear panic, I deny intensely

>They mention the smell, and I try to blame it on the plastic grocery bags in my closet (fucking seven-year-old lie)

>After dinner, they run a bath for me

>While I'm bathing, they raid my room and I listen in horror

>Horrible, tear-filled conversation afterward

>I try to turn my mom's crying frown into a smile with my fingers, as I had done in fun before

>She pushes me away

>Am basically told that it's freakish and wrong

>Am grounded, and threatened with them telling relatives/friends

>I am in tears, begging for their forgiveness

>They don't explicitly forgive me or assure me they love me. Just take all the diapers they find away

>One of the most traumatic events of my life

Thanks to anyone still reading this. It feels good to type all of this shit out.

>>60993

lol, I guess I can't prove any of it. I don't see which part is so unbelievable (the part with my babysitter, I guess?) but it isn't even like that's the most unbelievable ABDL-related thing that's happened to me, or even that's been posted in this thread.

>>60994

>>60993

I believe you. Based on my own weird experiences, plus what I've heard from others who have vivid childhood memories (including people who aren't actually abdls), parents can be really awful sometimes when it comes to bodily functions. I guess it's because of the shame most parents build into potty-training, which gets buried/internalized/repressed, then bubbles out when those kids grow up and have kids of their own. Hell, I've seen otherwise sweet, loving parents turn into yelling ultra-triggered shitheads because their kid has an accident. On the one hand, I get that cleaning up your kid's shit isn't the grandest thing in the world. On the other hand, kids pay attention, and it's pretty damn affecting when the giants who feed and clothe you suddenly get mad because of something you can't help.

>>60993

Not sure what's so hard to believe about this. Parents are humans, and humans can be cruel at the drop of a hat. One time, I saw this terrible viral video where a poor kid had an accident in a park and the whole family basically joined in mocking and yelling at her. If memory serves, the mom even said she was glad that she'd finally caught it on tape because "now, everybody will know what she's really like." Some comments called her out but many more said she was right and the kid needed to be taught a lesson. I get that the mom was probably frustrated/tired of the accidents, but damn.

In fact, typing that reminds me of another video I saw on YouTube many years ago. A little boy (maybe 3?) was embarrassed because he'd just shit in his diaper. Rather than just changing him, his bitch of a mom insisted on first looking down the back of his diaper in front of everybody (I remember her screeching, "I have to SEE it!"), then yelling at him, with other family members joining in. Poor kid.

>>60999

Damn, this kind of stuff is hot in fantasies where it's all consensual and the kid is secretly enjoying it, but it's horrible to do to a real child who's just embarrassed and upset. Why do some parents treat their kids like animals to be broken into obedience rather than people who deserve compassion and respect?

>>61000

Exactly. Watching stuff like that, I kept thinking, "Does the parent even realize how crazy and cruel they're acting?" Not to mention all the other family members who did this weird bandwagon thing and joined in, like it was a contest to see who was more disgusted/outraged. Especially in the case of the boy, I bet he never forgets that.

Personally, I had a really fucked up childhood (mostly because my parents were sporadically neglectful and often clueless) but aside from a time or two when (I think) they teased me for getting erect when they rubbed Vaseline into my dick, I don't think they ever deliberately TRIED to humiliate me.

>>60999

>>60997

Thank you; I appreciate that you take me at my word. (I had been going on the assumption that that anon thought I was lying about my sitter buying Pampers for me… I'll admit that it sounds like a fap story, but hand to God, that's what happened.)

The thing is, I wouldn't characterize my parents as mean or abusive as a rule. I know they loved me and just wanted what was best for me, but like you said, cleaning up your kids' shit is pretty unappealing… and even more so, I feel that my parents' disgust at me wanting to wear diapers just came out because they wanted me to "have a normal life." They were well-meaning, I know, but I still wonder why they didn't just get me to talk to a therapist rather than try to scare it out of me (and why it was such a big effing deal in the first place).

I have a few brief, lighthearted diaper anecdotes I can share later, as well as more stories of getting caught at older ages if anyone wants.

This might be a little off topic but are there any stories involving pads/liners that people want to share?

>>parents finally kick me out of diapers

>>arrange to keep Depends inserts in the teachers' bathroom at school, which I had permission to use.

>>problem: bathroom is at the end of the hall, out in the open

>>any kid in the hallway can see me going in there

>>get asked/teased about it all the time

I remember being nervous every time I went in there to change my pad, but even more nervous when I left. A few times, I took too long, and exited the bathroom just as the hallway was filling up with kids going to recess or lunch or something. As you can imagine, those weren't happy times.

In high school (don't feel like greentexting this one), I still wore pads, but everybody shared a locker so obviously, I didn't want to keep extra pads there. So basically, I'd wear two or three pads in the morning, and whenever I got wet, I'd go into the regular bathroom, and throw away the top pad. That worked OK, but there was always that heart-pounding nervousness when I left the stall with a wet pad hidden behind my back, terrified that someone would see me. Luckily, I don't think anyone ever did.

I still wore plastic pants until middle school (more or less), which was good to prevent leaks but bad because they were HUGE and stuck out of my jeans sometimes. I specifically remember one girl asking at recess if I wore plastic pants, and denying it, but she laughed and said she'd seen them sticking out of my pants. Luckily, for whatever reason, she didn't tell everyone. Plastic pants were also rough because they made me warm as fuck. Also, when my mom washed them, she'd hang them on the clothesline to dry (see also >>51500).

By high school, my bladder was strong enough that I didn't need plastic pants anymore… usually. I'd still dribble throughout the day but once in a while, I'd have these bladder spasms (urge incontinence, I guess) and flood my pants, no matter how much I tried not to. Sometimes, the pads were enough to save me. Sometimes not.

By some miracle, I don't think any other kids ever saw me in soaked pants, but more than once, I'd basically hide in a bathroom stall until my pants dried, then tell the nurse I was sick so I could go home. I don't think I even bothered telling my parents what had happened, since I figured there was nothing they could do, anyway.

>>61005

cont.

Throughout grade school and high school, my parents almost always bought me Depends pads, but sometimes, they'd buy something else (whatever was on sale). That made me feel strange and really nervous, but I couldn't figure out why. Looking back, I guess it should have been obvious, i.e. their whims and financial concerns were basically deciding the shape and texture of whatever would be rubbing against my dick and ass for the next couple weeks.

Once in a while, they'd just buy these cheap pads literally called Diaper Doublers. I remember the package had a picture of a baby sleeping with its bare butt up in the air. I was like, "WTF, I'm not a baby!" but also kind of liked wearing them for that reason.

But the weirdest was a few times when they accidentally bought these supersized pads that were plastic-backed, crinkly, and almost as big as diapers. Actually, the heavy incontinence pads were what I should have been wearing the whole time, but I think my parents had this ridiculous idea that buying me light incontinence pads would help with potty training.

Side note: I faintly remember running out of pads and my parents having me take baby diapers and cut them to be pad-sized. For some reason, though, those memories are really fuzzy (even though I was older, so they should probably be clearer), I guess because of the mix of excitement/shame I felt. I do remember the package of baby diapers sitting beside the toilet, though, along with a scissors, and me sometimes giving in to the urge to NOT cut them up and just put the whole diaper into my underwear. I'm guessing I was between 11 and 14. I do remember actually running out of pads when I was about 16, and telling my parents that they could just buy diapers and I'd cut them up, and they laughed and said no.

>>61003

Yeah, share away!

In the meantime, I know the feeling. In my case, I often go back and forth on how I feel about the things my parents did. To be fair, I think they were making a conscious effort not to shame me. They just didn't understand how bad my incontinence really was.

>>60911

Had a lot of diaper fantasies about girls in middle school and high school but never explicitly tried to make any of them wear diapers with me.

Got a close friend of mine to walk around town with me sucking pacifiers around the age of 16, but she saw a hot guy, got shy, took it out and hid it then I felt stupid on my own so took it out too but it kind of ruined the mood her being all ashamed for doing it rather than ashamed for liking it. Still have the pic of her with the pacifier on my old iPod though.

That was a shame because I think she was low-key into diapers. From about 14-16 we had a back and forth teasing each other that the other was more infantile and needed to be back in diapers or was in fact a literal baby. It was a weird sort of pseudo real thing where we'd say things that didn't happen as if they did. I remember once she went a little too far for me at the time and said that the night before I'd messed myself very heavily and "mommy" had a lot to clean up. Mommy being her mother presumably because typically in the fantasy we were siblings. But yeah at the time I remember her being weirdly enthusiastic and it put me off.

Late high school had a really close friend who I wish I could have gotten into diapers. Slept over at her house a couple times and she knew about my fetish and had some weird fetishes of her own but I could never get her to go for it. Bought Goodnites in front of her a few times. It was weird, sometimes I felt she was right on the cusp of doing something dumb and sexually humiliating but I didn't want to push it because other times she'd snap at me the instant I suggested something. I wonder if I'd been more dominant could I have dared her into wearing little princess pullups to school and teased her relentlessly for it.

>>60987

>>60986

This almost sounds like the shit they post on r/raisedbynarcissicsts (yes I know reddit is for fags but I do lurk that board because my mom has NPD)

>get you to do something (in your case, wear diapers)

>turn around and shame you for something they encouraged you to do

>basically fabricate reasons to get mad at you

I really wonder if there isn't some connection between this kink and bad parenting. I know a lot of us were potty trained late or had bedwetting problems, but I also wonder if bad parental relationships don't factor in

>>61001

>>60999

>>60997

Sorry to doublepost but this is exactly what I'm talking about. They trap you in a scenario where there's no escape hatch or way to defend yourself. There's a 4 1/2 year old in my family and even he needs to be told to go potty every few hours. Children can be potty trained at age 2 but don't really have the agency to manage their bodily functions until maybe 5. Most parents assign their kids waaaay too much agency and assume that discipline is the solution to everything, when really being a role model is a much more effective way to control their behavior (I've found this to be true when babysitting relatives). Small children can't really think logically but can very strongly understand emotions and social relations, so that's a much better medium to address them with

>>61069

My mom actually diapered me when I was around 5-6 and asked her to.

No idea how often it was, but it certainly spanned over some time.

From what I can remember she started to get somewhat uncomfortable with it after a while though.

I recall once she threw away some of the diapers (left from when I actually had a legitimate use case for them) and said "I thought you didn't want to play with them anymore".

She actually got some new ones afterwards though… or maybe I'm confusing the order - never actually used the diapers, but some of them fell apart from being worn too much.

At this point my relationship with my parents was good - it did turn somewhat sour later at age 10. My dad suddenly started emotionally abusing me (I even remember the exact day it started) and my mom did nothing to stop it.

It wasn't constant or anything - usually we got along well, but on rare occasions he totally lost it.

He never beat me or anything. I (almost) wish he just had done that instead of his pretty elaborate ways of totally fucking my head.

This continued until I moved away from them.

No idea if that's related, though. I certainly had diaper urges long before that, but maybe it kinda nailed it down.

I was actually potty trained early, but maybe I kept having accidents I don't really recall. I have certainly been very accident prone later in life.

I think my diaper interest is somehow related to my earliest memory being messing a diaper and having it changed, as well as having a friend who was a bedwetter.

Interestingly enough the idea of actually using diapers for their intended purpose never struck me until much later. It wasn't until I encountered fellow perverts online that I started getting into that.

>>54295

is 8th grade D.C. field trip common? I had one too…

>>61090

I mean probably. I imagine trips to the capital of any nation at an age where kids might actually be able to understand it are common. Especially if there's a standardized curriculum

>>54203

Big if true

>>54425

It's nice that some adults can let us explore those things without getting pointlessly angry. It's funny how parents get incredibly buttmad about the idea of recreational diaper use. I mean if we have continence when we need to, then what's the big deal?

My best friend when I was young was a bedwetter. He had to wear goodnites because of it.

I remember many a night where I tried to get him to sleepover and his parents would always have odd reasons for him to say no. I later learned this was because he didn't have goodnites on hand. Eventually I know I saw them and I figured everything out.

I remember it not being a big deal and at some point we talked about wearing them for fun. He gave me three of them of and I used several of them and that more or less cemented the abdl fetish. In any case he was a few years older and we drifted apart when he got to high school I was still in middle school. When I was in college I looked him up, and it turned out he became a total pedo and was doing 20 years in federal prison. He's probably done slightly more than half of that now.

If people want more details I can flesh things out.

>>61208

>>61208

What did he do?!

He possessed and shared cp.

>>62011

awww, thats cute!

>>61208

More details indeed.

This doesn't involve diapers but I think it is very on-topic. When I was 7 my mother and I went to a museum in the city with a family friend, who had a child who was ~3 years younger than me.

On our way home from the museum, we got stuck in terrible traffic in the middle of the city, and I ended up needing to pee the worst I ever have in my life. It eventually got so bad that I actually thought I might have an accident in this person's car, and I was in tears from the pain/panic.

We were completely stuck in traffic and I was getting more frantic when the family friend remembered that there was an old portable potty training potty in the trunk of the van. My mom crawled back and grabbed it, and after just a few more minutes of fighting with my bladder, I agreed to sit on it.

There wasn't anything especially baby-ish about this potty, but it was so small that it was a struggle just to avoid falling off the thing. Everyone promised not to look at me if I sat on it, which is a promise I believe they all kept.

I managed to not pee for a surprisingly long time while sitting on it, and we had actually gotten out of the worst of the traffic and were on our way to a store with public bathrooms when nature finally took over.

There are two things I remember about peeing in that potty: 1. I was terrified of slipping off and peeing all over the car; and, 2. It was loud. Each little leak echoed off the plastic. I'm sure I was being hyper-sensitive to it, but I have to imagine that everyone in that car knew when I was in control, and when I was not.

>>62609

That sounds super cute! I really love scenarios that involve desperately needing to use the bathroom while in a car and eventually having an accident, whether it involves diapers, training pants, or just wetting their pants and underwear. I think that its super cute that you still tried to hold it even after you sat on the potty, instead of just using it as soon as you could.

>>62640

Aww thanks! I’ve never wet my pants (or diapers/training pants) in a car, but I definitely wouldn’t have been able to make it to a toilet that day if it wasn’t for the portable one that was available.

When I first sat on the “potty”, I expected to go immediately because of how badly I needed to, but I didn’t experience that immediate explosion that seemed imminent. I think what happened was that sitting on it reduced some of the panic I was experiencing as a result of my fear of wetting my pants, so I was able to calm down and regain some composure.

I can definitely empathize with how someone could have an accident in a car after that experience. I did pee “accidentally”, but I don’t know if it would count as an “accident”, since I didn’t wet myself. What would you classify it as?

>>62743

yeah, Im not sure how you would classify that to be honest. Its still super cute though, especially since you could hear what was going on.

The way you wrote about it, it sounded kind of like you didnt go all at once, but sort of had a few little leaks first? Also, do you remember what happened afterward? did anybody in the car say anything when it happened or afterward?

>>62778

Hmmm, yeah I’ve never known how to classify it either. It would have technically been my only accident, but was probably more of a pseudo-accident. In the end I guess classifications don’t really matter haha

You are correct that I didn’t pee all at once. I was sitting on the “potty” for maybe 10 minutes before I leaked a little for the first time (and stupidly tried to grab myself to prevent it from happening which just got pee on my hands). I don’t think anyone could have heard that, but over the next 5 minuted I had a couple more leaks that lasted just a second or two, but those felt more audible to me. After those smaller leaks I had one big leak that was maybe 10 seconds of me not being in control, and maybe two minutes later I had the full bladder-emptying experience that I couldn’t stop at all.

I was most aware of the noise towards the end of that, because the liquid had pooled in the bowl and it was making the noise of water being poured into more water which seemed really loud to me. Though, again, in a car that was in motion, the noise may have been far less obvious to some of the people in the car.

Before I was sitting on the “potty” I was getting some encouragement and advice from the adults in the car about holding it. Once I was on it, that stopped happening with the exception of the occasional update on how far we were from the store we were going to that had a bathroom. One thing I remember really well was being told that no one would be mad or upset if I wasn’t able to hold it until we reached a bathroom.

I was crying a bit from the time right before I peed through the time I finished going. Part of that was due to the pain, but I think it was also just me being upset about not being able to hold it until we reached a toilet. I had never gone to the bathroom anywhere that I didn’t want to, and it was really upsetting to not be in control of that. Maybe someone who has experienced a true accident can better describe this feeling than I can?

After I went, no one acknowledged it directly, but it was obvious that everyone knew what had happened. We eventually stopped in a parking lot and my mom emptied the bowl on the ground and then we continued on our way home. There were a few conversations on the way home where it was sort of talked about, but I think they tried to spare my feelings for the most part. Does that answer your questions? I kind of just rambled haha

>>59063

>Young, under 10 but not sure how old, only child but have extended family within a few miles.

>Parents fight all the time

>Remember crying a lot when they did.

>Wet the bed every couple weeks after big fights, I would always go hide in my room and probably just couldn't hold it all night.

>My mom would shout and threaten to put me back in diapers if I carried on (she never did I remember being terrified of both of them)

>My dad started hitting me with a belt when I'd wet the bed.

>Teacher at school noticed bruises and contacted child services

>Ended up living with uncle/aunt from 12

>Discovered ABDL stuff in early 20s

>Havent seen parents since 19

>Am 26 now

>>62859

yeah, that answers some questions haha. thanks for sharing.

>>62877

Lol that was quite funny to read.

Would be cuter if your parents sexually abused you and forced you to wear diapers to humiliate you.

>>62901

This.

>>62877

Damn. Sorry, man. That sounds rough.

>>62901

>>62906

Well that's dark guys, but my childhood experience may satisfy your interests so this is as good a time as any to share.

I was never sexually abused, and the diapers weren't used to humiliate me in the "if you act like a baby, I'm going to treat you like a baby" way, but the humiliating component of wearing a diaper as a child was definitely embraced.

Like way too many of the experiences on here, this largely revolves around my mom. My father was not in the picture, and although she was a well-educated woman and had a successful career, she suffered from some mental health issues and some addiction problems. She was always emotionally abusive, and as I got older, her issues got worse, and she eventually got physically abusive which is fortunately what got me removed from her care right before high school started.

I was a bedwetter and she was never understanding about that. I wore diapers just like any bedwetter, but she also made sure I was aware of ashamed I should be for waking up wet. Despite the fact that I did it for many years, every morning she acted like it was some major shock that I wet the bed.

In addition to wetting the bed, I had occasional accidents during the day. It was not a common occurrence, but I would have 2-3 emergencies per year where I didn't make it to the bathroom completely dry. As you can imagine, she never reacted well when this happened.

The worst thing she ever did to me involving diapers was after one of these daytime accidents when I was 9. It was summer, and she had recently bought a new car. On our way home from a family party, I really needed to pee and ultimately had an accident in the backseat of her new car.

She had a complete meltdown, and for the rest of the summer, which was about 6 weeks, I wore Goodnites underwear under my clothes when we left the house. After that incident, I can't remember a single time that I wore normal underwear in her car until the first day of school. It was hell-ish wearing Goodnites during the day at that age, and the heat always made them very uncomfortable.

I'm in my 20's now and from what I have heard from family, she had some chemical abnormalities in her brain, which are now treated with medication. We have spoken a bunch of times over the last few years and our relationship is acceptable, but it is unlikely that it will ever be very close.

I spent a lot of time in therapy after I moved out, and still go regularly. It was/is very helpful, and I recommend it to anyone who thinks they might need it.

>>first grade

>>riding the school bus

>>diapered

>>older girl sitting behind me sees my diaper sticking out the back of my pants

>>"hey anon, are you wearing a DIAPER?!"

>>me: "um… no?"

>>"YES YOU ARE! I CAN SEE IT!"

>>ohfuckohfuckohfuck

Luckily, the bus was almost empty. Even so, I'm sure I was teased a bunch after that, and I think I remember one or two times when other kids made me pull up my shirt to see if my diaper was sticking out, but it's kind of a blur of fear and humiliation.

For people who HAD to wear diapers for medical reasons, how old were you when your parents/guardians stopped changing you? It seems like people have wildly different answers to this. I remember my parents, aunts, and even the school nurse changing my diapers until I was 8, but I've heard others say 5 or 6. And I had a friend in college (not an abdl, as far as I could tell) who had even worse health problems and claimed once that her parents were still changing her at 11.

Am I the only one here with a normal childhood?

>>63617

Define normal childhood.

No. There's just nothing for us normies to talk about.

>>63625

I dunno dude, wouldn't we be less normie if we're here even with no experiences in our childhoods naturally pushing us toward this fetish?

>>63610

Not exactly medical, but as a bedwetter, my parents stopped changing me when I was about 7. At that point I wasn't wearing an actual diaper anymore, so there was no real reason for them to change me. Even before that, I would clean myself up in the mornings, they just helped me put it on.

>>63610

I was changed day and night until about 12. Couldn't wear pull-ups since they leaked, and I wasn't well enough coordinated to change my own diaper. I could wipe myself from about the age of 8, but needed help with the keeping the diaper in place and getting the tabs fastened. I think I tied a bunch of times to do it myself, but ended up leaking, cause I couldn't get it on right.

The last time my mom changed me was when I was 16, after I was discharged from the ER for a bad seizure. Having your parents change you isn't fun, it's just 100% cringe (probably for them too).

The most embarrassed I've ever been was at this same time, while I was under observation in the ICU. I was so exhausted from the 15 minute tonic-clonic seizure I could hardly feed myself. I had a really cute CNA come in to check on me, and noticed I needed to be change. She was so nice and friendly, and around 18. Being a 16 year old boy I couldn't help being aroused at exactly the worst possible moment. She acted like nothing was wrong even though I had to be bright red. In retrospect, it's funny - but at the time I just wanted to die. She even called them "diapers" (I'm guessing she was new), which is what my family called them at home, but sounded weird when the CNA said it since medical professionals usually call them "depends" (even if they are M4s or some other imported brand), "briefs," "wellness pants," etc.

>>63617

A good percentage of these stories are total bullshit.

>>63677

Oh, I'm sure some of these posts are bullshit, but plenty aren't. Hell, I probably wouldn't believe most of my own posts if I hadn't actually lived through them and seen how fucked up things can get when you take poor, somewhat mentally ill, fairly uneducated people and give them children with special needs.

>>63648

Ha, I understand the embarrassment. I had plenty of hospital experiences that at the time, made me want to jump out a window (including one time when I lost control of my bladder during a physical exam).

>>63686

Why did you lose bladder control during a physical exam? story please :)

>>63789

It actually happened fairly often. Basically, my particular bladder problem was twofold. Sometimes, I'd have these sudden, very powerful spasms in which my bladder would open up like a floodgate and I'd soak myself, regardless of where I was or how much I tried to hold it. Other times, I'd kind of dribble like a leaky faucet, even if I'd tried to go earlier (another problem being that it was hard to fully empty my bladder).

Going in reverse chronological order, I remember when I was about 22, and before they gave me a new bladder medication, they wanted to give me what I think is called a urodynamics test. Basically, that meant sticking electrodes into my scrotum, sliding some kind of sensor up my ass, then (last but definitely not least) inserting a catheter and pumping my bladder full (saline, I'm assuming) to measure the spasms and see how much I could hold, how long I could hold it, etc. If memory serves, there were at least two incidents during that particular exam. One was at the start of the test, even though I'd tried hard to empty my bladder beforehand. It wasn't too bad but I dribbled a little as she was fiddling with the electrodes. I got very embarrassed and kept apologizing, but the nurse had gloves on and was very nice about it. The second time was after she took the catheter out (pure agony, btw) and was messing with the electrodes and other stuff, and I had a huge spasm and started pissing a lot harder all over the place (though I guess it technically wasn't piss). Luckily, I didn't have much in me (for some reason, it didn't all come out before they extracted the catheter). Again, I apologized and was very embarrassed, but she was nice about it and seemed totally unsurprised (I'm guessing that's a frequent occurrence with that test).

Aside from that, I spent tons of time in hospitals all throughout my life, so I remember dribbling a few times when I was a teenager. One time, I was lying mostly naked on an exam table surrounded by doctors and nurses, while the doctors pressed on this and that. One of the doctors pressed on my bladder, though I don't think it was intentional (they were checking on another medical issue and just pressed too hard). Again, I was humiliated but they hardly batted an eyelash, since it only splashed down on me anyway.

Earlier, this one not exactly hospital-related: I remember getting some kind of spinal exam by the school nurse when I was in 7th grade. I'd had an accident earlier that day, far more than the pad I was wearing could soak up, and my pants were very wet. But I wore very long, baggy sweatshirts back then, so I was trying to hide it. The nurse made me lift up my sweatshirt (or maybe take it off; I don't remember for sure) so it was VERY obvious that I was wearing wet pants. I got so nervous, especially when I felt her fingertips tracing my spine down toward my wet pants, that I dribbled a little more. She didn't even mention it, though. At the time, I was relieved. On retrospect, I can't believe she didn't at least ask if I was all right.

An earlier time (probably about 9), a bit different, I was in a hospital exam room with my parents and a physical therapist was trying to show me some exercises to counteract some muscle weakness due to birth defects. I don't remember if I was wearing a pad or a diaper that day, but the exercises stimulated my bladder and I flooded my pants, no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. I tried to act casual but I got very embarrassed, even though I don't think I actually leaked. Either no one noticed or they didn't comment on it.

Before that, I remember being fully or mostly naked in exam rooms fairly often, and dribbling as soon as doctors and/or nurses started touching me. Once, that involved weighing me naked before a surgery (probably 5 or 6 at the time). Another time, it was when they were trying to fit me with some kind of urine collection bag (probably 7 or 8 then). I also remember nurses changing my diapers and fussing with catheters a few times, and dribbling or all-out pissing once or twice, but it's hard to say how many separate events these were. Again, it was a fairly common thing and not something I wanted to remember at the time. One thing I've learned from therapy the past couple years is that I'm a walking repository of repressed memories.

>>63789

>>63794

To clarify, the one I was referencing in my previous post, the one that made me want to jump out a window, was when they were trying to fit me with the urine collection device (age 7 or 8). I guess it wasn't just the fact that I'd lost control, but how weird the plastic felt, how embarrassing it was to have so many people seeing me dribble all over myself and then piss into a bag they'd stuffed my dick in, the embarrassment of missing/wanting/needing/hating the diaper they'd just taken off me, etc. I didn't mention the dribbling but talked a little bit about that one here: >>52650

Man I have some pretty great stories but I don't really want to share them on a site that gets archived and shit, it's about how I faked bedwetting in my early to mid 20s to get my stepmom to buy me diapers and the details would be unnervingly specific. The weird thing is I know it would be great fap material for y'all as you play it in your imagination but when you actually work up the courage to do these stupid diaper things they never fully live up to the perfect fantasy so you escalate trying to get a bigger rush (I got her to change my diaper at one point and that still wasn't enough, I know that sounds like the 100th bullshit story in this thread but if I could go in to more detail I could explain the specific circumstances I pulled that one off in), can anyone else who's done diaper exhibitionism shit relate to me on that one? The addictive self-oneupmanship that sets in the moment you've wanked over you're latest escapade?

What I am willing to share is that before my stepmom is I did a lot of public exhibitionism I did to strangers. I was going out in public places an hour or more from home, usually during working hours when it's usually just mums walking around and making sure women saw my diaper when I bent down to pick up items in a shop, or stretched my arms upwards for a yawn lifting my shit. Wasn't enough so I would tuck the front of my shirt in my diaper so the white waistband and blue tapes were prominent and have my hands in my jacket pockets so I could keep the jacket closed until I reached a female cashier then open my jacket to get my wallet from my inside pocket and watch them smirk and laugh to themselves or do their best to ignore but clearly see it as they rung up my items.

One time I wanted a bigger rush so I put on 3 Tena Slip Maxis (one of the thickest and most absorbent at the time before 5000ml premium diapers were common) and just wore jeans and a t-shirt and went to all the pharmacies in a nearby town asking women who worked there if they sold adult nappies with the tapes like babies nappies saying they were for my incontinence. One cute girl maybe a few years older than me pointed out some products on the bottom shelf in boots and I squatted down to look at them and I had done tests in the mirror before I left the house so I knew it exposed my diaper a retarded amount.

Apart from that I once paid £1,000 for 24hrs with Nanny Betty (something I'm considering doing again in the future because every now and then she does sessions with Chloe from UK Diaper Girl). Anyways, that gal is braver when it comes to public DL humiliation than I am, we went to a shopping centre and she wanted me to walk around with my shirt completely tucked in to my Tena Slip Maxi at the back and this was on a weekend when it was busy as fuck. I probably would have been down if it has been a weekday with a higher female volume, there was just too many guys and guys seeing I'm wearing has the opposite effect. She changed me in the family restroom which has a changing area big enough for an adult to fit on to and she put me in a dry slip after inserting a depository and when we left there was a queue of mums waiting to change their babies. After I eventually messed she smelled it and asked aloud "have you done something n your nappy" and decided it was time to drive home to change me. That was a fun 24hrs.

cont.

>>64174

One other that came to mind as I was typing about not liking guys seeing I'm wearing is I wore again a Tena Slip Maxi as I was at the airport one time, I had a shitty small burner phone at the time and I "forgot" it in my back pocket as I went through the metal detector. They have a male and female at the metal detector and the male will handle the males and the female will handle the females, the girl was a cute blonde who I wanted to pat me down bad and I was trying to time my going through the detector when the guy was busy with someone else which means the girl will deal with you but I fucked it up and he was like "what's this" as he was checking my waistband and I just said I'm in incontinent as he lifted my shirt and he looked as embarrassed as I was and let me through. I'll try again one of these days.

Regardless, I was blueballed and I needed to get my rocks off so I went to the airport information centre and spoke to a women there asking her if she knew where I could buy adult nappies in the airport because I forgot to pack spares and I was wet, she talked with me for a while and rung up the on site medical facility to see if they had any but no luck and asked if I couldn't just buy babies nappies which was kind of fun but retarded on her part. I went to Boots and asked this really hot sweet natured girl saying I'm incontinent and I need the tape on nappies, there was a bigger Boots so she walked me across the airport having a chit chat with me to see if the bigger Boots had adult nappies, they only had Tena pull ups so I said thanks for looking but they wont work for me, they need to be the taped kind and said thanks for your help and let her on her way.

Oh, also on three occasions I've had a full body massage (the legal wholesome kind) in a diaper. The first two times were in pretty professional places, I'd look for places that showed a picture of their staff on the website and pick the one that had the highest hot to average girl ratio and say over the phone something to the effect of "Hey can I book a massage for blah blah blah, yup that works for me, before you book that can I just ask if my disability will be a problem? Yeah, I have bladder incontinence which means I have to wear an absorbent pad, will that be a problem? No? Great, thanks." Both times were pretty similar, both in a Boots staydry nappy which were just completely white Attends Slip 8's iirc, lucked out both times with gorgeous girls in their late 20s, one blonde, one brunette, both very pleasant and understanding of my bullshit condition. You go in, you strip down to your diaper, get on the table and cover yourself with a sheet that goes over your whole body up to your shoulders, whenever it came to working on the back they brought the sheet down and exposed the top of my diaper, I think both times they tucked the sheet in to my diaper, it definitely happened the second time at least. When they worked on your front you'd lack on your back and they'd lift the sheet up to the top of your thighs and I know my diaper was peeking out a bit then too. They never discussed my condition.

The third time I went for a massage was the best, I just found some eastern european girl on gumtree near my office with a hot pic which she more than lived up to in real life, god she was attractive. This wasn't nearly as professional, when I texted her from her gumtree add she was like just so you know I don't do sexual shit and when I went to this place it was a dingy building with some Chinese guy on reception she took me downstairs and I smiled when I saw they didn't have a sheet to cover yourself, just a small towel to cover your waist which looking back kind of gives the impression it's a tug-off parlour, I was wearing a somewhat soaked Tena Slip Maxi with 3 stuffers and my diaper was poking out the bottom and top so even in your underwear it's not covering much. Anyways, she was very talkative and asked me questions about my condition and I told her I was in a car accident where a drunk friend was driving the car and chit chatting with her and ~I can't remember a lot of what we talked about now but it was great being asked questions about my fake incontinence. When it came time to flip over she didnt even bother covering me with the mini towel, so I just got my arms and legs massaged while in just my bulky and visibly wet diaper, it was bliss.

cont.

>>64176

Just remembered another, probably my craziest because I essentially lied to the government about a medical condition. I was between jobs when I was 20 or 21 and I was signed on at the job centre. One day when I got assigned to a new lady for my appointments with JSA she wasn't a decrepit old crone like the rest, she was in her late 30 I'd say, not attractive but not ugly, she was a bit chubby, but had a very mumly vibe to her. I told her I found it hard looking for the right job for me because I was incontinent and had to wear incontinence nappies so managing my condition would be a concern at the job. She just took it as truth because I guess to a normie why would someone lie about that and probably wrote it down on my file somewhere, I guess as long as you're not claiming disability allowance they're not going to bother investigating. She was very sweet with me and again motherly with me about it. I ended up agreeing to some work experience for a month at another job centre the next town over, she said she knew the lady that would be dealing with us work experience lot and that she could call her to make her aware of my condition. I said yes and she called later when I was getting the bus home to let her know she told her and that they would make sure I had access to a disabled toilet with a sanitary bin that can accommodate my nappies.

My first day of work experience it was me and another guy my age and when she was showing us around I can't remember what she said but she seemed to highlight the disabled toilet when we got to it more than everything else we went across and I wondered it that was for my benefit, when we got to work she pulled me aside and said did you make note of where the disabled toilets are and that it had everything I need in there and if there was anything else I needed. I asked her if I could leave my bag with my "things" in it by her desk and just take them as I need them, she said yeah leave it there no one will touch it there. Apart from that I was pretty discreet for my month there, I wore nappies every day and wet myself all day like an incontinent person, changing about 3 times a day. Had to tell her once the sanitary bin was getting full and she said she'd get the cleaner to deal with it. Not much else to report after that.

Think I've finally exhausted my non-stepmom stories now, never told any of these to anyone before, was fun and exciting writing about them and reliving all my experiences.

>>64176 please OP link to offsite like tumblr where u write up all your stories, they sound great

I second that! Would love to hear all the stories between you and your stepmom. I’ve always fantasized about doing the same.

>>64177

Holy shit your stories actually reminds me so much of myself that it's scary, I could literally have been writing those stories (except for a few ones obviously)

About 12 years old

Boy scouts lock-in inside a church

Church has nursery

Go into nursery and found pullups.

Put one on and put the whole pack in my backpack