/abdl/ - Adult Baby - Diaper Lover

>>3061

Hilariously, yes. Never thought I had balls of steel at the time; I was so scared as I did it. Got easier each trip though. One time I even got mocked for it by a cashier cause' I went too far and bought a pacifier, bottle, and powder at the same time. I was 10 or 11, it wasn't like I was gonna complain about her mocking me. I just sucked it up and got out of there (at least there was no one else in line).

>>3068

Man, you gotta get her to baby you again, for old times sake. If she brought it up, she obviously has warm feelings about it. If you come in all bashful and cute; she might just do it. Don't tell her about the abdl thing, just say after she mentioned that sort of stuff you remembered a little and wanna try it ago.

Of course, it could go horribly wrong, but as long as you do it with a smile and a laugh, she'll just brush you off nicely if she's not interested.

>>3077

That is a terrible idea.

>>3078

Naw man, its gotta work. I read, like, 20 stories that start this way.

>>3077

Except it's your sister X_X

When my mom had my youngest sibling about 1.5 years after I was born there were complications that brought on early onset menopause. So until I was in middle school and the docs finally found a hormone treatment that worked mom was kind of scary to be around, lost her temper easily.

Later from the time I was 5 till I was 8, my dad had a job that made him travel most of the week and mom had a job at a preschool. At this point she was on hormone pills that sort of worked and made her act more normal most of the time. Over the summer she would take my sisters and i to the preschool with her to help with the kids, they were all in diapers still. I remember being extremely jealous that mom seemed to act nicer to these random kids then she was to me especially when she was changing their diapers.

Something similar happened later when my sisters got into girl scouts, mom became a troop leader so I would get dragged along and shut in a room by myself because boys weren’t allowed in while they held girl scout meetings. Again I was so jealous that she always seemed so nice to the girls while I was put into an unearned timeout once a week.

Those were what really put the ideas in my head, not single events but constant routine things over a period of several years. There were of course other things happened, i can’t put a timeline to them they are just important memories in my head. Finding, trying on, and enjoying an old package of pull-ups. Playing dress up with my sisters and wearing their clothes including a ballet outfit. Seeing a tv commercial that compared pads to diapers then stealing pads from the bathroom and wearing them to school. But those events just built on that foundation.

I still have no definitive clue as to why, but I have a bunch of experiences that may add up to it. One thing I know is I definitely grew up too fast, and one of the other main things was that I spent a lot of time over at my uncle and aunt's place when I was about 6 until I was 9. Their youngest was born when I was around 5, and a bedwetter for a while, and they stored her diapers (She was small enough to fit into them, I still think she might be) in the spare room that I always slept in. Naturally I got curious, and I always regret never stealing one and wearing it one of those nights.

Alright, bear with me:

Growing up, I lived I normal, healthy, but being in a military family was rough a kid. Moved around a lot, had to learn quick to make friends fast, etc.

Being the eldest child didn't really help a lot, there was a ton of pressure at home since dad worked late, two little brothers to look after, and mom…well she was always busy.

Don't get me wrong, they were good parents, hard-working and what not. But I rarely saw my dad unless I was in trouble or receiving some kindergarten-tier trophy. And mom? Well, she ran a daycare out of our house since I was born.

And that's probably the problem. With two little brothers in the mix, of course there was going to be some inherent jealously born out of that household as I try to vie for attention , but to have a bunch of kids running around too? Never really stood a chance.

I was practically a master at babysitting by around 8 or 9, and I think the curiosity to wear was there (I'd like to believe it was just a passing fancy), but I was pretty rigidly disciplined, the fear of bringing any sort of negative attention to myself far outweighed the desire to pad myself up. I was more resilient than most, and put that off until high school when the whole fetish blew up in my face in probably the worst way possible.

Around 10, there was another moment that just would end up snowballing all this stuff. Despite usually looking after young kids, we’d sometimes get older ones too. One of these was a girl that a year older than me, and pretty much my first crush. So one day, me, her, my second youngest brother, and two other kids played some truth or dare. I was in that prepubescent stage where the smallest thing would set me off, and you know what my little brother dares this chick to do?

Put on a diaper!

Everyone giggles and laughs, and my face turns red hot as I try to contain myself. She eventually concedes and leaves the room. Now, she was kind’ve weird looking back, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when she came back wearing just a diaper. Not even putting it over her pants like I thought, she just took off her pants and underwear, jankily taping it on herself.

And without going into other stuff, that’s pretty much the skinny of it all.

I don't know anything that could have caused it. I have always loved diapers and the idea of being babied as long as I can remember.

My first memory was when I was 3 or maybe 4. I was fully potty trained, not even bed wetting, but we still had this pullup sitting around with little trains on it. I would put it on when I could. I remember wearing it one day and calling out to my mother who was washing dishes so she could not hear me. I just sat down and started crying and thinking I was just like a real baby.

The next time was when I was 5 I started wetting the bed on purpose. After about a week my dad said if it went on I would be put back in diapers and I chickened out. I still wonder what would have happened had I continued.

Then for the next few years I would check out library books that had babies and diapered characters in them. My brother and I would make up adventure stories at night and I would always say how I get captured and turned into a baby. I would tell my parents how my brother said he wanted diapers, and sometimes my brother would say the same about me. One time even my grandma was in town and said she could get some Pampers, but my mom said we were just playing. Some TV show episodes always strangely interested me, like the Spongebob one where he wants to be babied by his Grandma or the Arthur episode with the bedwetting girl.

When I discovered masturbation, I could never masturbate "normally". I did it, and still do it, by rubbing my dick against my underwear or other clothing. I found out it felt a lot better when squeezing my legs against something bulky between them. I didn't realize my actual diaper fetish until I googled something like "teens who like to wear diapers" trying to find out why I had those feelings about wanting to be diapered and babied. I stumbled upon sites and stories about people being forced back into diapers and stuff like that and it really turned me on. I did go on Deeker a few times, but not enough to feel creeped out. Around that time I would pull down my shorts, sit on the toilet, pee my underwear, and pull my shorts back up over it. By morning my underwear would be dry. I tried "messing" by putting down a paper towel on the linoleum floor, sitting down and pooping, then flushing it, but I only did that once because it didn't feel very good.

From then until just recently I would just use blankets as cloth diapers for masturbation. But I just got some Walgreens diapers since I have no prior memories of actually being diapered. They're all right, but they don't really do it for me. I actually prefer the blanket diaper for masturbation, but that makes a lot of sense considering my parents used cloth diapers on me.

There you go, my whole story.

>>3509

>I found out it felt a lot better when squeezing my legs against something bulky between them.

Interesting. I do the same. Masturbation feels much better when I have some bulk between my legs.

In fact everything you said sounds very similar to my experience.

>>635

At age six during a trip to the local swimming pool, my mother being paranoid about letting me go to the toilet asked the woman in the next cubicle to take me to the toilet.

Ironically this would lead to me being abused by this woman, as she wouldn't take me and diapered me instead, i tried to escape the cubicle but she locked it shut and stood in front of me.

I pissed the first diaper and she cleaned me up, i hoped to get out of there but her son who was three wanted to feed and she thought i needed to be fed to.

I refused but she pratically forced me and because i couldn't do anything about it, so i tried to embrace it and enjoy it. She was upset because I had drank all the milk and she needed to feed her baby daughter later.

She said she hoped I wouldn't make a dirty nappy, but i already needed to go before i needed to piss and a full stomach of a baby milk meant i had no choice in the matter.

Besides if she was going to do this to me against my will, what would it change?

So I shat myself and she changed me to make it worse she smelled the poo on her finger and said it smelt like a little baby's shit.

cont'd

>>4964

>>4964

After that she kicked me out of the changing room with my underpants in a clean nappy.

My mother wondered why i was in a nappy and was angry with me instead of the woman. She took me to the disabled toilet so i could put the clean nappy in the nappy bin in there.

When my mother confronted the woman she said thought I was three and would probably belonged in nappies (diapers) and it was an honest mistake. This was of course bullshit, she wanted to infantilize me and have me depend on her.

She then tried a bunch of times to baby me, when i went swimming there again.

The first time she brought a pregnant friend along swimming with her so I could drain her breasts as she was lactating, as she bumped into me whilst my mum took me swimming. I said like a baby, she said just like a little baby and you can have a poo since you like it so much.

I had no interest in this and told her i was six and screamed for my mother. By time mum came to confront her and her pregnant friend she was gone.

The other times she tried to get me to go swimming with her daughter, which were actually ruses so she could breastfeed and swim diaper me. She kept on, thank god i talked my mum out of it and the only time we actually swam together my mother was there with me and i was never alone with her.

Her 4-5 month at the time daughter tried to grind on me whilst we were swimming (as i said i was fucking six at the time).

Something was clearly not fucking right with that woman and her family, and its pretty hard not to go through that without being a little fucked up sexually.

Its still one of my most guilty fantasies.

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>>4965

Besides that experience i have had others, throughout my 24 years people have always seen me as being younger than i am and i need of mothering/care.

My next door neighbour at one of the houses i lived when i was younger wanted to adopt me and infantilize me.

She hugged me to her breasts, tried to make me a special rice pudding (yes with that milk) and was gonna put me into pajama pants incase i had an accident. she always sunbathed nude in the garden and said to me if i ever wanted to breastfeed i should come over, even though i never did. this was when i was 6/7 years old.

When I was 5 and i had an accident and went to the primary (elementary) school secetary for a pair of new underpants as i had diarrhea and had an accident, the principal (female as well) discussed how i should be at home using a potty.

when i was 8 another school principal was preganant and i was brought in to see her being naughty. I cried and it made her leak breastmilk and she offered to diaper and feed me for the day whilst she got my schoolwork. I said are you crazy?

she said she was sorry. i went back to my class, one of my other class mates went back to her office that day and stayed all day.

I had a single mother who was overprotective and nurturing of me, infact she still is as i live with her still.

combine that with the fact that people like to think of me as being young and babyish and the fact i feel ashamed and bit of a manchild for being unemployed along with 4chan and you get where i am today.

I gave a bunch of lesbians a disapproving look out in public and they said he looks like he has a pooey bum and needs a change.

Stuff like that, they don't know that's going straight to my fap bank.

I don't want to be a fan of abdl and anr but its what turns me on to a great deal.

The worst thing to happen to me was when my mother found my pacifiers, was embarassed and threw them away.

I only wore once, bought a pack of huggies pull ups that were too small and ended up pissing in one of them undone holding it against me and shitting in another doing the same.

That was out in a public toilet, i could never get away with anything at home.

>>4964

>>4965

Wow, if that happened like you describe it, that is child abuse. My fantasy, but child abuse none the less.

It all started when I finished potty training at 3..

I loved the touch and feel of my pull ups. They looked cute on me. But then I had to wear underpants. Darn It. So I was a big boy and had to forget about those diapers because I'm not a baby.

When I was 4 I went camping and wore pull ups. They felt great. I got to eat fruit loops and it was awesome.

When I turned 6 I went to first grade. This wasn't any ordinary 1st grade. This was a special ed 1st grade. There was one boy who still wore pull ups. They had them in the bathroom. I wanted to slip some on but I couldn't get in there alone.

When I was 7. My sis had a friend who had a severely autistic brother who beared diapers. He was 3. I wanted to try them. The dad gladly gave me his diaper. I came home and put the fluffy thing on under a blanket while I was watching Tv with my sister. It was damn impossible for me to do it. I never got it on. But it did feel kinda good. I wish I was in the bathroom and did it. I kept the fresh diaper in a jumbo taco bell cup. No one ever suspected it to be in there. My mom found it one day. It was embarrassing. I never did it again. I was afraid my mom or sister where going to bring it up again.

When I turned 10. I saw an episode of Oliver Beene that would change my life. There was a bully who got pantsed. He was wearing old timey rubber pants. They all made fun of him.

I got curious and looked up rubber pants it lead me to many of adult baby websites.

I became obsessed with older people wearing diapers.

I became 11 I got the fetish. I looked up abdl babyfur porn on a daily basis. I wore my grannies nappies. It was splendid. I found a size 7 pampers. It smelled awesome. I wore them and I made cummies in them. So good. I found a pink binky and at a ranch. It was lost. So I took it. I looooved it. I cleaned it. Delicious.

When I turned 12 I made a video of myself in November wearing diapers and acting like a baby. I was cute

There was a severely disabled boy at camp. He had a big bag of giant diapers. So I put one of them on as soon as I took it home. I peed in them . They felt great.

Those are my most cherished diapered menories. I can remember unning around the house wearing them. ♥

I posted my story last year, but looking ITT now. I find it odd that my thing even did anything to me at all. I only ever wet the bed that one time. I never peed my pants unless I was drunk, home alone and wanted too so I could fap to the thought later and this was long after I knew I had this fetish so I really don't get it.

If I think back to why I'm such a faggot that likes the idea of CDing. When I was 8 I remember some show on tv about a tranny and my mom told me "some boys want to be girls." Even though I never want to be a girl, something about that I liked. Oddly my best friend at that time was a tom boy.

I mentioned a small bit on another thread but I guess I'll go into detail here.

I was an incredibly late potty trainer, I didn't potty train until a few months before kindergarten because apparently I REALLY didn't want big boy pants (I have almost no memory of that time.) but I was told I wouldn't get to go to school like the other kids if I didn't potty train so I went with the program. There was a point where I was diapered mid-night after training by my grandmother even though I didn't really need them anymore, I stole my grandfathers pullups quite a bit but after awhile I forgot about it over time. From there on the diaper stuff stops BUT my potty training was pretty weak, I had problems with day-wetting until I was nearly 9 (nothing consitant). After that it fell dormant for a long time UNTIL I had a half-accident in middle school (I say half because my pants didn't get fully soaked and I was able to cover it up) after that the urges to wet my pants for fun started up again and that lead into getting goodnites and the rest is history. At this point I'm so comfortable with it because of the positive way it's affected me, I'm no longer depressed all the time and my anxiety is alot less because I can slip into a diaper a regress to a place where I don't have to worry about any of the worries of adult life.

Due to birth defects, I wore diapers 24/7 as a kid, but usually changed them starting when I was 5 or so. Around that time, I specifically remember seeing diaper commercials and feeling jealous of the babies because they got to wear diapers openly, and I spent all my time and energy trying to hide that I wore them, worrying that the kids at school would find out, etc.

Eventually, around 7 or 8 years old, my parents switched me to Depends inserts (though honestly, the problem was bad enough that I should have stayed in diapers).One day, I found an actual baby diaper in a drawer, stuffed way in the back (left over from when my mom had babysat a cousin or something). I remember taking that diaper out and unfolding it and just looking at it, wanting desperately to put it on. I resisted for weeks but finally, one day when I had the house to myself, I put it on (it was a tight but stretchy enough to fit), turned, and looked in the mirror. Came instantly.

Naturally, I was horrifically ashamed of myself afterwards, but the longing persisted. At home, I’d try to make homemade diapers out of plastic bags and whatnot. Still wore the inserts, which more or less did the job now, but I didn’t have a girlfriend throughout high school. I spent a lot of time hating myself and trying to hide what was wrong with me, so even though I worked out and was fit as fuck, I was too scared to ask a girl out, all things considered.

From time to time, starting in high school, I’d buy packages of baby diapers and hide them, put them on, come, hate myself, etc. We didn’t have the internet yet so I didn’t know what a diaper fetish was, and strange as it sounds, it never occurred to me that there would be adult-sized diapers out there. Eventually, I found the internet, and my education was completed.

TL;DR: Childhood

>>14039

On the bright side, I'm currently dating/living with a girl who is totally open to the fetish (either diapering or being diapered).

>Be around 5

> sleeping over at grandmas house

>wet the bed occasionally

> girl cousin wets bed all the time and is put into cute princess pullups

>mother puts me in one because she thought i would we the bed at my grandmas house

>told my mom i didnt want to wear them because it was embarrising

>pretty much got permission to wet in a pullup but chickened out

>>14071

smh, anon. You could have peed them and gotten changed in the morning. But oh well.

What did you wear at home when you wet the bed? Or did you just have some bed liners or something?

>>14077

nothing it was kinda one of those things where you just would clean up in the morning. i only peed them a couple times and i grew out of it pretty quick :P

So I powered halfway through this thread last night before bed. I wanted to contribute.

>2 or so

>eating oatmeal at daycare

>while eating do number two in my diaper

I only remember the feeling of panic, no real concrete memories just ideas and actions.

>same place

>remember the caretaker putting on latex gloves

>putting me on the changing and wiping me down

>felt nice

I don't got any attraction to latex though. But I really really appreciate the babying memories I got, moreso than a lot of other childhood memories.

>4 or so

>grandma buys diaper for stuffed animal

>hey I want to try that

>secretly later try it on, love the amazing feeling of it, yearn to be wear them again.

>try it again the next day and my grandma comes into the room and leaves laughing

>Kindergarten

>pee pants what I remembered to be everyday

>get threatened to be put back in diapers

>I pretty much stopped at that point, grandma was really nice parent to me.

fast forward several more experiences

>7th grade or so

>been living with aunt and uncle since 4th grade

>I hit puberty and my attraction to diapers came back full swing

>aunt had a 21 year old Cerebral Pulsy victim, she took care of for a friend

>he wore diapers to bed

>i've stolen both clean and…."used" ones for my own gratification later. I got caught several times.

>All the confrontations I had a blank face and never really said anything, I just took the beratement.

I eventually ended up running away from home the following year. My mom resumed custody after about a month in the psych ward for being a runaway and my attraction to diapers.

I actually felt like I rambled a bit much. Disclaimer: I had a lot of extremely poor hygiene practices when I was younger, not so much anymore. Now I am 22 in the Military, stationed in Korea getting my time in diapers whenever I can afford to do so.

>>14171

Dude wtf…

You were quite messed up in your later years

>>14213

After I ranaway I spent all of highschool with my mom and step dad. He got her addicted to crack and she ended up passing away soon after I graduated. She found out I wore diapers as well. Bla the rest is history. I came from a pretty messed up family, 3/4ths of my life was alcohol and drug abuse with them. The 5 years I lived with my aunt and uncle was as good as it got, but that was a mental trap for me at the time.

I am almost 23 and been in the army for several years. Once I started living on my own I wasn't anymore cringey then the average ABDL. I got some more fucked up stories from when I lived with my aunt and uncle but I will refrain from sharing them unless asked. TLDR I feel like I am attention whoring.

When I was 3 or 4 I remember I was starting potty training & remember having a lot of accidents. I remember a few instances, I remember being 4 and pooping myself infront of my babysitter at the time and her friend along with her daughter. I vividly remember being asked if I pooped my pants and then being taken to the bathroom by my babysitter and having her take off my pants, and getting baby wipes out and wiping me and then putting my underwear back on. I remember liking the experience a lot. I think I might have purposely messed myself a few times after that and was also cleaned up but I don't remember that clearly. I also remember messing myself a lot for a period when I was 4 and another instance I remember sort of was when I was at a friend of my mom's with her son and having an accident. I think I might have done it again and I remember being embarrassed and scolded. Then when I was 7 or 8 I think I revisited her son and he said "You used to always poop your pants." And I was pretty embarrassed about that. Anyway, I also remember peeing my pants in kindergarten yet again at age 4. But I think I was wearing dark pants and was very sneaky and I think I hid it until I got home and took them off. I also had another peeing accident in 3rd grade and this time was pretty embarrassed but luckily didn't pee too much and hid from the students. One kid did say I smelled though but I just played it off until I got home. I did however have another accident I think in first grade where I pooped myself again at recess and had to be sent home to get new pants. Also, when I was 5 when I kept pooping/peeing myself during trying to potty train, I think a boyfriend of mom's at the time threatened to put me back into diapers so I was pretty scared of that, I also remember being spanked and hating it. I would also look at the Huggies package in my closet and wish I could put one on but couldn't reach it. They later sold them at a yard sale which I hated. Then when I was 8 I would always pretend to be a baby when I would play with a friend at the time. I didn't think much of it but I know I liked it. I also would really enjoy watching scenes in TV/movies when the characters would be in diapers and feel jealous. Specifically, I remember an episode from Jimmy Neutron where Jimmy's grandma was turned into a baby again and had to wear diapers and she ended up messing herself and they had to buy new diapers for her. I loved that one. Another was on Codename Kids Next Door when the boss of a company or something was treated like a baby and changed by his secretary. The Goosebumps episode where he regresses (The Cuckoo Clock of Doom, I believe) was another one I really remember wishing was me. There were probably other ones too where I enjoyed the similar scenes.

Then, later on when I was about 12 years old the fetish really started to come back with a vengeance. I started to get good feelings when I would pass the diaper aisle at stores. Sometimes they'd even have samples of the baby diapers and I would love the feeling of feeling a diaper. I didn't say anything to my mom for a while as I was nervous but later on there was a school trip happening and I said I didn't want to have an accident on the bus because it was a long ride so I asked if I could wear GoodNites. I heard of them from commercials and really wanted them. Somehow my mom felt bad and got me them. I was in heaven. I would pee in them mostly and throw them out. I also had a good friend and one time I told him to try it and we both wore one and peed in it. It was fun but only happened one other time a bit later but I felt weird and didn't again. I did bring up a friend who needed diapers and mentioned them a few more times but then stopped. I didn't end up wearing them at school/on the trip because I was too scared of the girl I had a crush on finding out and making fun of me, I myself was already bullied somewhat at the time so I didn't want to risk anything. She would buy them a few more times as I said they were good to have when I couldn't make it to the bathroom. Then it stopped. I asked for more but she refused. I asked her again when looking at the baby diapers but she said it was weird and I was a big boy and didn't need them. I still tried to get them and one time she did finally budge and buy me some Pampers Size 7. They barely fit with duct tape but I loved them. Felt really embarrassed and she didn't understand but I used a few but felt really bad and threw them away after. Mom said okay and that was it for a while.

>>14254

At age 13, I started looking up diapers and related content online and found out there were others like me with the fetish and learned what that meant. Felt really guilty for a long time but I still felt good when looking up diaper stories. Then it was stagnant for a while yet again until later on probably at age 14, things got started up again when I really had the urge full throttle when my mom would shop with me at thrift stores and there were tons of adult diapers on the shelves. I feel really bad but after looking at them constantly for a long time, I eventually stole one (Put it under my pants) and wore it in the bathroom. Was nervous as hell but didn't get caught. Did it a few more times out of desperation (Had no money) and messed in the bathroom. Felt really good at the time but felt awful at night. I did it one more time a few months later and when I was at the check out, the lady gave me a weird look like she knew something and on my way out she said "Yeah, leave now, that's totally fine." or something similar. It could have just been my paranoid thoughts but it sounded like she knew what happened. I was so scared in the car and just said we had to leave. Nothing ever happened later and I never stole again.

I ended up biking to a store in town with a bit of money and bought some pull-up style Depends. Felt super nervous while buying them but it went okay. Ended up using a bunch but went through the binge and purge cycle quite a bit and threw the rest away. Also, I finally bought a big pack from the thrift store when my mom was busy looking at other stuff and hid them in the car, and then hid them in my closet. She later found them was confused. I ended up wanting to buy more at a store once with her and tried to tell her I had a fetish and she freaked the hell out, saying it's "deviant" behavior and wrong and to stop. I tried telling her others had the fetish and it wasn't bad and even showed her the Tyra video and she had a mixed reaction. Didn't bring it up for a while but eventually, we had another fight in the car when I wanted to buy more months later and tried to tell her it was a phase. Yet again, at age 16 she found more (I hid them well but she searched my room) and got really mad. It settled for a bit more until I was 17 and had bought some diapers from the pharmacy (We had moved at the time) and messed it at night while she was sleeping, stupid I know but I really was in the mood. This was also when I started to masturbate, as I was a bit sexually repressed and found it turned me on a lot. I heard a noise and knew I had to get rid of it due to the awful smell so I snuck out of the apartment and threw it in a garbage can downstairs by the front door. Sadly, she found it and approached me saying it was gross and not to do it again while yelling. I regretted that and felt super embarrassed but told her I liked it as a fetish sometimes. It cooled down again until I was 18 and bought a bunch of Cushies online. She was helping me clean my room and saw them in packages. She at this time was fine with it as long as I took care of the mess and didn't do it often. I told her okay and that was that. I also think she found the smell bad from the garbage once but after that I double bagged and dealt with the trash myself. Never had it come up since thankfully. She also promised never to tell my step dad, thankfully as it would crush me. He also wasn't around much which helped.

>>14255

Besides that, I don't buy them often now and that's mostly it. Felt ashamed for years, nobody knew besides my mom. But I did tell my best friend when I was 16 after staggeringly trying to say what the fetish was, I really wanted someone to know. I finally told him and he said he accepted me and it was cool because we're all different. I felt really happy, he was really cool and a great friend. Sadly, he passed in 2012 due to suicide but he always kept my secret as I knew he would. Besides that, I always had urges to wear to school but never did out of sheer fear. I just bought them occasionally. I also ended up telling my best friend when I was 18 (the one I tried the Goodnites on with years before for fun) and he had previously told me he was a furry a couple of years before which I said was fine. He just like me said it was totally fine. I told him mostly because I wanted to tell someone since at the time nobody besides my mom knew. I also had some in my closet was nervous of him finding them. I wore a few times around him and he didn't mind. But later on, I felt a bit weird about it and stopped. (Also, being straight it didn't do anything for me) Besides one other time when I and him were super drunk and high and he changed me for fun when I messed, I let him change me once more as I would wear when drunk and would get more babyish. I told him I was too drunk to move (I was). I wanted it to be a girl badly but I figured I'd do it regardless as I liked being taken care of slightly, and I was curious about how it felt… but actually disliked it a lot and made me uncomfortable. I realized then I just want a girl to diaper me and nobody else. We never brought it up again. I then ended up telling a girl for the first time who was my gf at the time only online 2 years ago and we dated only for a few months but she would roleplay over Skype a few times. She never told anyone and was super open minded and cool. Then finally, my current wonderful long distance girlfriend knew from the first few times we skyped and I usually would never tell someone so soon but felt really connected and wanted to be honest with her. She laughed a bit at first and I was super nervous but then she apologized and said it was a bit unique and actually being really open minded and awesome went along with it and would roleplay over Skype and text and now we still do sometimes and sometimes she'll let me baby her and I love it. She's really great and of course it's our secret. So currently, only her, my mom and best friend know. More than I ever wanted to, especially my mom but at this point I accept it and myself and am glad I have the awesome people in my life that I do at 20 years old. Sorry, this was super long. Felt really therapeutic to get this off my chest. Wow. If anyone read this, I appreciate it. :P Have a good day, everyone. Great thread & forum, really makes you feel not alone. These days with the internet it seems the fetish is pretty relevant with a decent amount of people, never would have thought that being young feeling super alone.

>>14248

Nah man feel free to tell us whatever you want. The thing about being messed up wasn't even meant as something negative as quite a few people who have problems come from broken families like you describe, not too much you can do about that

Good luck with life and try to avoid making the same mistakes as your family

>>14323

Eh…. Alright I drop them. I'l start with some pleasant ones.

>10th Grade or so

>mom finds my package of Bambinos in the mail

>does the same thing my Aunt did and asks me a series of "whys", she also already knew from aunt that I been caught with adult diapers before

>having known of the ABDL community for a few years now just said they made me feel good etc

>She looked wierded out but wasn't going to stop me.

>we would fight over other stupid things later, she would try to use my diaper wearing as an insult against me, didn't work tho

>but after the initial convo I kept my diapers in the closet, fairly open I didn't have to hide it anymore which was a major relief

I remember the old Bambino Classicos being much softer then they are today. Eh.

Really NSFW:

>middle school with aunt uncle again

>some of the diapers I stole from the mentally handicapped kid I would reuse over and over

>flushed out all the SAP, cleaned the inside backing

>re-use consisted of me putting in folded papertowels to give the diaper volume

>hid under the pullout drawer in my bathroom

>repeated this often

>as iterated terrible hygiene practice.

>same time frame

>aunt discovered a couple of the diapers outside, on our property (10 acres of trees), which made for bad news for me.

>I left one outside the house another time in panic cause it was night and I heard her coming outside

>Church I stole a bunch of pullups that fit me

>one of them they found under my dresser.

>it was used

In retrospect of the events it wasn't surprising I was thrown into seeing a mental therapist twice. And the psychward once. But they both went the same way

>run away from home

>get put into psych ward for running away…. also diapers

>be psychlogist

>"..oh BTW -puzzled look- Whats with you and your attraction to diapers?"

>I nearly shit my pants and just give some bullshit excuse, and it wasn't brought up again until a conference with my aunt later between all of us

other Counseling scenario

>be at moms

>we started fighting over stupid crap

>she wants to fix me

>I tell counselor she is doing crack

>"if you want to fix the relationship with your son you need to stop" -counselor

>"I PUT HIM IN THERAPY TO FIX HIS DIAPERS ISSUES, NOT ME"

>proceeds to be mad at me for the last year of her life.

My mom was an asshole but I do miss her.

>>14337

sorry for terrible syntax and grammar, waking up with a hangover xD

>>14337

It's a tricky thing, but not everyone was blessed to be born with parents that are good people. My mom is a terrible person, I love her, but I absolutely can't stand her and pity her.

>>14343

Please give us a more detailed story of the whole psych ward experience, like how it all went and when you were sent there what you did and how you acted and what your excuse was. Thanks

>>2299

>>2319

Diaper Pail Friends; it was every bit the stereotype as you'd expect from older generations of ABDLs. However it is was one of the first communities, and definitely the first community that welcomed young teens like I was; for better or worse. ABY was first, but it was 18+

The teen room was left completely unmoderated, and the owner Tommy pretty much left the community to monitor itself. There was no way to get people banned from the chat room. You could only f6 to ignore, and that'd be erased the moment they left and re-entered the room.

For a young naive teen, you got approached by pedos a lot. I'm lucky that I lived in buttfuck nowhere, the internet was still pretty new to our house back and discovering my diaper fetish. Would have been around 2001, and I had to smarten up quickly when realizing there were a bunch of older dudes manipulating my young teenage sex drive.

It worries me how many kids probably did get into bad situations with pedos there. Believe it or not, it was one of the better places before alternatives actually run by other teenagers popped up. Yior and diaper-boys.biz were both shut down for being run by actual pedophiles with connected circles.

I remember being diapered around the age of 6 in the winter time. Cold winters meant lots of layers, and after a few accidents it just became easier to be diapered to go out and play. And before we got a car, to go run errands. I can't recall every being changed, and I don't think it was a regular thing. But I have pretty distinct memories being carried in blowing snow to the store, and a few of being diapered before going sledding with my friends. Though I impressed my friends at the time for being able to take really high jumps with the GT Snowracer, extra padding on the rump and all.

I've always wondered what happened to him, and thinking back it was pretty fucked up. I was around 8ish, before i moved to a slightly less ghetto group of townhouses. I had a friend in our neighborhood who's mom exposed his bedwetting issue to his friends, I assume to try and embarrass him out of it. I remember one time over at his house, she took out one of his diapers to show me for whatever reason and it was a girls diaper. I feel bad that I eventually stopped being his friend due to peer pressure, and terrified my own bedwetting secret might get exposed. It's fucked up to know first hand there are parents that do the things from stories, albeit not to as extreme degrees. But I've always wondered if he possibly grew up to be ABDL too. Tried to facebook stalk him, but his name is pretty generic.

I started having accidents at school in grade 5. It's some miracle I was never caught by my classmates. I had one of those teachers that wouldn't always let you go, and I became scared to ask. Then when the situation got too desperate, I'd pee on the way to the bathroom. Happened 4 or 5 times I think.

>>14346

It's funny. People seem to think that every time they communicate in the same virtual space as a pedo they're risking life and limb.

Hell, if we applied the same logic to everyone else we would expect to see millions of people per day trying to rape a typical celebrity.

>>14904

>So, I haven't worn any diapers in like 15 years now, but I'm very tempted to.

Just do it. Go take some money and drop some on [designer diaper of choice here]. Wait, receive, put on, and have fun. You talk of being afraid but there's nothing to be afraid of, thousands upon thousands of people that do it, many even regularly. God forbid you got addicted, in that unlikely event you and me both know it would be fun anyway, don't hold yourself back.

>>14909

>>14903

Once I hit puberty I was pretty mesmerized by diapers in all their aspects. I would probably end up being one of those statistics if I went down that round, cause if I knew about that side of the community I woulda been trying anything to get into it.

>>14349

I have very intense memories similar to that, and I go to great lengths trying not to show how much it actually triggers me. My friends have been punished unjoustly. Whenever there was a situation with diapers, be it an actual toddler or us finding a diaper to play some silly (for them) games with, it always seemed to end in someone getting beaten by their parents. Seriously, why are parents so fucked up? I've seen my friends get slapped for meaningless things, adults screaming around at the crying baby, and whatever baby toys or diapers we happened to get in contact with just get taken away and thrown out. It always ended in a deprivation of affection. They were drunk or just power tripping or just plain didn't care. I was soft and emotional, and they didn't like it. They wanted to destroy me.

So here I am, many years later, way over it and knee-deep in the ABDL fandom. This community tends to publish erotica in which the little suddenly gets "spanked" or in other way punished, or has to endure other hostilites. Even worse, sometimes the little gets bound up or physically restrained, "bondaged". This shit triggers me massively. I do not want to have to see this garbage. These memories used to give me panic attacks with tears. I resent the fact that ABDL is a pleasure-pain community to the largest extent, instead of only the pleasure part. I am here for the happiness, the love and the affection, and nothing else. I have met very few people with similar needs to my own along the road, but I they were the best experiences with this community I've ever had. In my fantasy, there would be a separate community for soft ABDLs that is separate from all this.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not muddling in anyone else's business. In fact, I hold the current ABDL community in high regard and I am still very happy to be a part of it. Everyone is supposed to do as they wish, I don't even care all that much. We have achieved some really amazing things too, and it also helped me a lot to improve personally. This is just something I really needed to get off my chest, I won't be bringing it up again.

>>14936

Hey man, we all have our different interests in relation to this fetish. Even as someone who is very much a mix of the cute/innocent and naughty/kinky sides, I still find a lot of things that bug my about the community. "One-true-way"ers, people that take things to the excess in public or with non-consenting fetishists, the retarded gap between ABDLs and babyfurs and the airs of superiority each group affects over the other, etc. Like you, I just ignore it all though.

That said, if this shit really irritates you this much, then why not (And I mean this in the nicest possible way) go make the exact kind of community you're talking about and build your own hugbox?

>>14909

I don't think you understand, they were predatory. I was around 12-13, early millenium, I barely understood my sex drive let alone why it was going off and crazy about diapers. I remember having conversations with Yior and other people in the teen room. It wasn't too long after Yior got busted running a child porn ring, and I smarted the fuck up quick about who I was talking too. They were grooming young kids.

>>14936

I actually went the opposite route to me, despite his abuse being a serious source of panic to me. "Matt's diapers" became a often topic of hilarious conversation among immature boys living in the ghetto. We'd sing the pull-ups song at him, though in hindsight that doesn't make much sense. I felt bad for him, but I was a wimpy kid and it was better him being teased then me. I was glad when we moved to a slightly better neighborhood.

It's probably why when my bedwetting got worse approaching my teen years I resisted wearing diapers vehemently. Diapers were framed as the worst, most humiliating, and degrading thing a kid could wear. Really crossed my wires when I gave in, started having wet dreams and playing with myself in them.

>>635

I was touched as a kid. I have a weird relationship with it now.

My story is very simple, when I was 5 I kept on wetting the bed, by the time i was 7 mom started diapering me, she didn't stop, i'm 27 and still diapered

>>14965

Even as a preteen I didn't go on anything thing that was 'teen' related. Even as a kid that just screamed stranger danger.

be like 4?? at day care i didnt put underwear on that morning idk why but whatever.

i remember taking a piss going out into the playroom for some reason i forget but the care lady pulled my shorts down exposing my dick seeing i had no underwear on she then took me laid me down and put a diaper with powder on me and i remember the girls poking their head over the little half wall around the toy pen and watching as she was diapering me the humiliation was ridiculous. but her diapering me felt nice?? i guess and the rest of the day i ran around in a diaper until my mom picked me up and i pulled it off i guess thats the reason why i have a humiliation and diaper fetish

My birth dad's side of the family is fucked up and has all sorts of mental issues. One of the issues that ran into that side of the family was bedwetting.

He walked away from our family when my mom was pregnant with my little brother. Luckily, she remarried to a very nice guy.

Anyways, I had some bedwetting problems throughout my childhood, but when I was 14, my bedwetting increased due to all the stress and built up anger from my 9th grade year. I was a lazy shit and didn't really take care of myself well, so I got a nasty bladder infection, which damaged my bladder badly enough that I began to start pissing myself both when I was awake and asleep.

When I went to the hospital, the staff there wanted me to do test my bladder and see how much I could hold. The tests were painful and multiple times I ended up pissing myself in front of the doctors. Eventually, they just flat out said you're either going to be wearing an catheter or a diaper for an extended amount of time since I could barely control myself. I chose the diapers because the catheter scared the shit out of me.

At the hospital, since I essentially told the staff I had no idea to change a diaper and they knew I would probably not tell them if I wet myself, they would be the ones to change me.

For reference, I have Aspergers, since that seems to be a topic of conversation in this thread. I was toilet trained by the time I was 3.

However:

>be 3

>mum asks me if I'd like to try a nappy just to see how it feels

>I do

And then:

>be 6

>have a friend who has Downes syndrome

>he needs to be put in nappies when he comes home from school

>one day when I visit, his mother is changing him, and asks if I'd like to be put in diapers as well

>I say yes

>Spend the whole visit in a diaper

>Even wet it

>feels amazing

Then a lot of shit happened on a visit to Canada when I was 8. I'm not sure I want to talk about that, though.

>>16895

How old are you now?

>>16895

You can't just drop that bombshell on us and not tell. What happened when you were 8? :3

>>16896

28

>>16901

It makes me cringe just to think about it, let alone type it.

>>16910

C'mon man. We all want to know. Can't be as bad as some of the others here.

I've had an attraction to diapers almost as long as I've been out of them, I've got a hazy memory from when I was 5 or so trying to put on a diaper I got from a kid my mom was babysitting, but I can't remember the outcome at all. I was slow to potty train and my mom was common law married to an abusive asshole, I don't remember much, but my older sister tells me it was pretty bad. These are my best guesses to what started my path down ABDL. I always laid on my stomache and masturbated thinking about diapers, even long before puberty, it felt good.

Around 8 or so the feelings went away until I hit 13, searched "diaper" on some search engine and found the good ol' DPF followed by Deeker. Suddenly I realized I was not alone and not as crazy as I thought. I started stealing diapers from kids my mom babysat, and even went full Pamperchu and dumpster dived for em. I did this until about 18 when my dumbass left a trashcan full of dumpster dived diapers in my room and left for a weekend sleepover, came home to an akward conversation, got called a pedophile. I've never dumpster dived for diapers since then. Shit was more than a decade ago and still embarasses me. My own mother even blackmailed me with that information later in life (hmm, gee, wonder why I'm so fucked up!).

After the whole "Getting Caught" thing, I was feeling shitty about this fetish and went through a few binge/purge cycles, and even stupidly bought a case of diapers whilst staying at a friends house and got caught again (Boy, I was smart as a young adult too!), it obviously got discovered, but they never said anything.

These days as I come close to hitting 30, we have so many diaper choices and I keep a fairly large stockpile. I've come to terms with the fact that this fetish is with me for good, and I indulge to keep my life in check.

>>16895

So, either your mother and everyone around you is incredibly fucked up…or…Canada is very fucked up with very fucked up parents as well. Call child services!

>>16967

When I had to go back in diapers because my own stupidity, I just forced myself to like them since I had no choice. Pretty easy thing to do once you masturbate multiple times in them.

I will always two things in my life: being changed into a diaper at the hospital and being changed my by private trainer, who helped me with bladder exercises.

I don't remember a time when I haven't been at least curious.

I remember when I was 8 or 9-ish I really wanted to try on a pair of my younger sister's diapers, I never did because I was too scared of being found out, but I remember thinking about it a lot.

When I was about 12, I just started to get sexual feelings, I didn't know this yet, and I'd done sex-ed and all that so I think I was just a really dumb kid. Rather "conveniently" about this time too my curiosity to wear diapers came back, so although it made little sense to do so, I scavenged my entire house to see what I could find, and sure enough, between the closet and the bathroom cabinet I found a size 5 pampers and a pretty old looking pull-up, and of course I wore them.

I remember wetting and messing the pampers first, the feeling was so alien to me now, but I loved it. I threw it out, no one ever found out, and that was that.

Then, excited to try it again, I put on the pull-up, wet myself, and then… I don't know what initially drove me to start doing so, but I started humping the bed in this wet pull up, I didn't really know what I was doing but it just felt good so I didn't stop… And I'm sure you all know where I'm going with this by now right?

I brought myself to climax and came for the first time ever in these pull-ups, and that was my sexual awakening, lol. I loved it, I vividly remember how amazing the feeling was, but I think it kinda fucked me up, I also developed kinks for watersports and scat , and became a huge, submissive gay furry fuck.

In between then and now the only other noteworthy experiences was when I was 15 I think and I took a few of my sisters drynites while she was in them for a short while and used them, even wore one or two to bed dry and try to make myself involuntarily wet them (but I never did :c). I also stole a diaper from my youth club which was also a nursery once.

Other than that, I wet my undies purposely occasionally because that happened to be a kink too.

Now i'm 18, I lost my virginity just a little short of a month ago, and I don't know what to say, it just didn't feel like anything to me really. I think normie sex has just been kinda ruined for me now, nothing is ever going to come close to what I felt when I was younger, I just want to get diapered and babied and every day that goes by where I am not is paaaaain.

>>16901

>>16912

>>16920

Okay fucking fine. I'll explain it. But you'll have to be satisfied with a brief explanation.

We were visiting a family member in Canada, and we went to visit a lot of her friends. One of those friends had two daughters, with whom the subject of diapers came up and once they did they continually tried to get me to wear one. I didn't but I always felt weird about it. I remember asking one of them why THEY couldn't wear one, and them saying the words "you might see a private spot."

I went to visit a friend I'd met at the local school (my parents had me attend a Canadian school for a couple of days because they thought it would be an interesting experience for me) the next day. We got talking about diapers too. Turns out there were some in the house. I can't remember anything other than him saying in a sing-song voice "you'll put a diaper on and I'm gonna laugh at you!"

Those memories burn inside of me. I cringe to the extent of physical pain whenever I think about them, which is probably why I can't remember much about them in more detail.

>>16971

To be fair in both circumstances I'd expressed interest and then said yes. It was hardly as if I'd been forced into anything.

>>16983

Eh. It just sounds like some light natured teasing. No idea why you're so traumatized.

For the first part, you should offered have let them put a diaper on you, only if you got to diaper one of them in return. Imagine if that would of happened. Amazing fetish memory for the rest of your life.

Second part also seems like light teasing. It's not like he held you down and diapered you or something.

>>16983

Did you express interest in the times diapers got brought up in this post? Or was it just something that popped up and you tried your best to act like you weren't interested?

I'm thinking you showed some interest in diapers and they were trying to get you to admit it in these situations.

>>16983

…… that's it? Jesus, if that is traumatic to you, then you must have one fucking sheltered life.

>>16991

It's mostly because I imagine them later describing the incidents to their parents/friends and I imagine their response.

>>16992

Yeah I did, but I'm bad at explaining things that I remember unfavourably.

>>16993

Not so much. It's just my brain's all fucked up in terms of what it processes as trauma. I've been sexually assaulted twice in my life, and I find recalling those memories far less traumatic and painful than the times I felt humiliated, embarassed or emasculated.

>>17005

Your brain can't be fucked up because only you can decide what is traumatic or not. If something didn't feel traumatic, then the rational conclusion is that it wasn't traumatic - not that there's something wrong with your brain. Don't let society dictate how you should feel.

When I was 3 years old and a bit, I was going to day care and it was naptime. All the toddlers including myself were waiting in the room just before the nursery, which included a change station.

The carers were checking everyone's nappies but they seemed to stop at me as if they found what exactly they were looking for. Someone carried me to the changing table and changed my nappy in front of everyone. I was really upset and distressed because I didn't think I needed changing and it was on really tight.

We all moved into the nursery and while everyone was going to sleep for some reason unknown to me I started thrusting my groin into the mattress and starting masturbating. This is my earliest recollection and while I don't know if my proclivity for nappies existed before this or if this is the source, I consider it something that's been apart of me my entire life.

And then there was my big sister who for some reason was obsessed playing 'baby' with me when I was older, but that's another story.

Not that much. I'm pretty sure I was potty trained early. What I do remember is that there's two things that I remember that are interesting:

>No idea what age, somewhere around 6 though

>mum bought a pack of pull-ups

>I still remember the smell

>put one on, lie on bed and straight away I start fapping in the pull up (didn't even close the door, lol)

>out of nowhere my mum walks in and expresses her shame

>don't remember anything diaper related after that

The next thing is that I apparently still drank milk from a bottle up until the age of 6, might've been 7 because I remember asking my mum for a bottle on my birthday and she said that it would've been embarrassing for my friends to see that.

Tl;dr, I was asking for diapers and bottles until age 7, no shit I'd become and ABDL.

>>22955

i was asking for diapers at age 10 lmao

>>22955

>le "it's embarrassing" meme

This is so fucking bullshit. Why do retarded parents keep saying this? It's not fucking embarrassing for you if I do it, it doesn't even have anything to do with you. Fuckwad.

I don't think anything ever did more damage to me than being denied diapers and baby things, when I asked trustingly and full of confidence, for bullshit garbage reasons like this.

>>22972

I bet it's because a 7 year old asking for a bottle would mean instant last place in the community child-raising race.

>>17137

>but that's another story.

Care to share?

So I figure I'll tell some of my childhood stories.

When I was really young there was a girl who lived next door to me named Shauna I think. She had a baby sister who was still in diapers, so sometimes we'd take a diaper or two and play with them. (This was around 1995 or 96 so Plastic backed diapers were still very much a thing.) I can still very vividly recall the pink diapers we'd play with. This girl was my first best friend so we spent a lot of time together. I remember one time our families went on a daytrip up the mountains near where I lived and still live. Her younger sister's diaper bag was absolutely full of diapers and I remember for some reason one of them was sitting in my parents cup holder in the front of the vehicle. I recall taking that diaper and replacing it with one of the ones from the little one's diaper bag.

Being a stupid 5 year old, I decided to right then and there start putting the diaper on. I pulled my pants down and was about to tape it on when my Mother discovered what I was doing, she scolded me and took the diaper away. I don't remember what happened to the diaper honestly but I think I may have found it again years later and used it. This was the first memory I have of being completely enamored with diapers.

Story #2

I was a Bed Wetter.

The wetting started when I was 7. At first my parents thought it was just a phase, that it would clear up in a few weeks. It didn't. At first it wasn't that big of a deal, it was just changing sheets in the morning and the like. That changed pretty quickly. My parents started acting like the bed wetting was my fault, that I was somehow in complete control of my bladder at night. They shamed me and berated me daily. It was fucked up.

Fast forward a few years later. I'm still wetting the bed every single night. This is where some abuse started to happen. Not Physical Abuse but Mental and Emotional. At 12 years old I started to become aware of my growing interest in diapers. Up to this point I'd never been diapered outside of when I was a baby, I occasionally got to wear the old Plain White Goodnites when we were travelling or camping. I started to browse the internet on our old windows XP machine and was googling Diaper (of course). There I found out about Youth Diapers.

I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe it, diapers! For someone my age!

By then I was desperate for diapers, not for my growing sex drive but because I was so emotionally and mentally drained of waking up in piss soaked sheets. Every. Single. Day. My Mother refused to get me any kind of protection for when I was at home. I was denied something that I physically needed because I assume she didn't want to be that parent who puts their kid back in diapers. I begged her for three weeks straight. Every night I'd ask her about them and she'd refuse. I was about to enter Highschool and was still wetting the bed every single night. Imagine what that does to a kid's Self-Esteem.

The refusal to give me any kind of protection while at home really fucked me up. I longed for diapers because I felt they were my last hope at living a semi-normal teenage life.

Much later in life I attended Therapy for something unrelated, when I talked about that with the Therapist he explained that this was a form of Abuse in the form of Neglect. So that's that.

I suppose it's my turn so let me set some basic framework here: 90's kid

age 4: my dad would take me to the park every saturday while he went to go to play basketball and i'd play in the large sandbox alone unsupervised (lol 90's) and play around on the swings and such. I noticed a father leaving with his baby from his spot on the bench when I notice there is a fresh diaper that he must've dropped.

> I hurriedly grabbed it and make way to the public park bathroom and try to make it fit, it had a bit of sand but i wore it, even until my dad had finished and we went home. I'm not sure what i did with it after

age 4: accidentally mess myself and my mom threatens to put me back in diapers

age 6: I mess myself at lunch in school because i'm terrified of using the toilet in public spaces and basically sit in my mess til we go home. How no one said anything is a mystery to me

age 7 or 8: playing in my closet, i found a box which had an old pull up, probably from my potty training. i put it on and fall asleep in my closet. my mom finds me and yells at me. i remember crying and her taking it away from me.

age 10: my mom starts having schizophrenic outbreaks and disappears for large periods of time (weeks), grades drop and i have bedwetting issues, i become latch-key kid

age 11: summer comes around, no mom because she cray, and dad is not around in the mornings, so for this summer i essentially have the apt to myself. for some reason i have money stashed up and i decide to walk to the local grocer and i buy some pullups and say they're for my little brother (they had trains on them). i spent the summer lounging around in pullups, watching shitty cartoons like bruno the kid, the mummy cartoon series, and jumanji the animated series and later on cops and other trashy tv

age 11: get my first real pc for my bday, got dial up, discovered the internet and eventually sites like DPF and Deeker, i spent a lot of time on DPF's teen and adult boards and on chat, reading stories like ADA (ashley's diaper adventure by nivek g), i knowing these guys are creepy, i eventually convince the author of ADA to send me $$$ for a camera to actually make a home-movies version of his perverted online story. eventually a check for $300 would arrive and my dad would be like wtf why are people giving you money. this was before any google maps or really any kind of effective social networking so really no consequence in doing it. i use the money to buy the camera, diapers, and other essentials but eventually shafting nivek. i'd also force my little cousin to go on missions to buy me diapers. i'm an awful manipulative person, but anything to get what i need

age 12: convince dad I need an allowance and his guilttrip with my mom ensures i get $20/week for snacks at school. this immediately becomes my video game and diaper budget. from this time on, i would try pampers (with sesame street) and the plastic backed luvs with barney on them, and convince this girl who had a crush on me to hide my stash for me and a baby bottle i bought for myself. i eventually learn about goodnites and have samples sent to everyone in my apt building. since they couldn't fit, they usually had the samples outside below the mailbox so i would just snatch all of them when they came. after this, i devised a plot that i carried out, which was to tell my dad i was having bedwetting issues and the only real way to fix it interim was for him to buy me goodnites

> dad starts buying me goodnites and calling me his baby boy, im embarassed but i cuddle with him in bed after my evening shower when i put on my goodnite under neath my clothes while my mom remains missing while we watch the news

>>23299

(continued)

i also met up with a boy i met on DPF, i rode to the park on my scooter and showed him my goodnite and then we left, it was kind of weird but i think he was gay and i wasn't quite ready to deal with that

age 13: was in another country with my family when their baby daughter had been changed. i was super horny and wanting diapers and so i dug out a wet soggy baby diaper out of the trash and wore it. i've been awful but this i consider pretty low. sometime during the year, my mom drops by to hand me a stereo for my belated birthday, and then proceeds to ask about my bedwetting and diaper wearing and says to me "you better not be one of those weirdos on jerry springer who like wearing diapers" i quickly deny everything but i am full of shame

age 15: start working at chuck e cheese, have a bank account, and being more internet savvy compared to my peers and parents, i began ordering abena youth x-plus and medium x-plus online and would wear them when my family would go out to vegas or something. at this time i would be visiting the precursor for ADISC. "computer parts" i'd say when that big heavy box would show :)

age 18: having already been a camwhore on 4chad, i had a sugardaddy whom i confided in my fondness for diapers, along with having found out my mom entrusted me to a small sum of money, but considerable enough in that it allowed me to basically buy whatever video games, and such i wanted, yet she was still crazy and mostly gone from my life. both sugardaddy and lump sum of cash allow me to basically buy the premium adult diapers like abena, molicare, and eventually bambino would be available

i also began playing with my sexuality and this is where i officially begin crosdressing

age 2X (current): i've still been pretty much trying to find myself and still have been pampering myself by buying premium diapers. i've never thankfully had the issue of procurement or shame, i mean i do feel shame but the need has always been stronger than the shame

now i'm a crossdressing oldfag who still posts on *chans, but i have several years of refinining my body and crossdressing arts, and have only recently merged both being the little girl and being diapered. feels good man, but at the same time i worry that i'm probably on the spectrum and that i'm soon approaching 30 and will be undesirable and disgusting, so i'm trying to overcome my anxiety and go to munches in the mean time so i can develop abdl friends and hopefully a partner who understands me

i just want to be loved and cute, but sometimes i feel so ashamed of who i am and what i've done and my homophobic father and dead to me mother have made it difficult for me to trust people… except anon, but this can't be healthy, i know im fucked up and despite having resigned myself to being alone because of my unresolved gender and sexuality, i still continue to try to find

>>23299

>>23300

oh yeah, i forgot these:

age 3-4: i remember potty training, wearing pullups while it was raining and playing outside when the mailman came and gave me the mail to give to my mom who was making me kraft mac n cheese

age 3-4: i remember waking up in the hospital after my late? circumcision, i thought my parents had me have surgery so i could become a girl.i woke up in a blue room with the little mermaid playing on a crt t.v., much like how she wanted to be human, i thought i had become a girl

>>23303

are you sure you remember that right? I don't think I was even aware of gender till I was 5 and till 8 had no idea they didn't have a penis.

>>641

maxi pad with girl cum in them is a thing or just girl cum is a thing? I didn't find any videos or something related to that.. interested

>>23306

Well I think I at that age I was told that boys have pee pees and girls don't have it. When they explained they were going to cut mine off, or something like that, it's what I ended up believing when I was that age. It's a very werid memory but it's been with me forever. I doubt its a false memory as one might posit

>>23325

Oh, I forgot to identify myself.

The earliest memory of me touching diaper again I is when I was 5, right after my mom gave birth to my sister. One afternoon when my mom was putting clothes on my sister after she gave her bath, she asked if I want to try wearing diaper again, I said yes since I thought it will be funny. And so that night I slept wearing diapers. There is no story there.

Also, some details I missed for the earlier story, during the bus ride, I took two of the bathroom breaks while Ann took none and she slept almost all the ride. I didn't think it much then, but later it became clear.

The vacation last three days, we left on Thursday night and returned Sunday night.

I first got interest in 1999 I was 5, when I was in kinder a friend went sick and stayed at the hospital, he said they put diapers on him to sleep and it felt delicious, since then I fantasized on wearing them and I even promised myself that when I was an adult I would buy some for me, also I used to steal my moms pads until I was like 12. Now that I'm 22 I was finally able to buy some diapers for myself

>>635

I don't like wearing them but I like the fetish in general. It started when I was little, it's all about the texture of the shit that got me. That memory has stuck with me. I prefer chicks in diapers though.

>>22972

She definitely meant me being embarrassed, not me embarrassing her. She probably let me have a bottle after they all left anyway. My mum saw a thing on TV about a dude who was an abdl and she said that "he's not hurting anyone, it's fine."

>>23303

>>23321

>much like how she wanted to be human, i thought i had become a girl

How awful - sounds like an acid trip, imagined conspiracy and all

Did it have negative connotations at all? Did you just accept it?

>>23731

I've been a CD for the past 10 years refining my girlmode ever since I discovered the *chans and being a camwhore to validate my girl side

I suppose I've accepted it but I express it in outlets that some might consider to not be the best

I posted a long, messed up story of my history earlier but it seems to have been deleted by the mods that i'm quite thankful for as I was a bit distraught when recounting the triggers in my past for diaper loving

>>23752

Oh wait it's still there, lol nevermind, but i'm still embarassed by it because it's quite factual :s

>be potty trained before I can even remember

>playing some game on the computer ~age 2

>those rabbits are so cute and addictive and whoops I peed all over the chair

>mom puts me back in some sort of a generic pullup with graphic of a hot air balloon and animals in it

>"MOM, MY PENIS HURTS, WHATS GOING ON"

>discover what a boner is that day

>fuck

That was the first and last diaper punishment I had.

>>23325

Completely forgotten this thread for almost three weks. Apologies. Continuing.

So, afternoon of the same day. We were done playing when we decided that we call it a day. Me and Ann went separate ways, she went to her bungalow and I went to mine. I took a bath and then waited for dinner. But then my mom told me that we're dining with Ann's family. So we did. That afternoon, my mom and dad visited Ann's bungalow and dinned with them. After that, our parents hanged out, and so me and my sister plays with Ann. While watching my sister, I overheard my dad and Ann's dad was talking about tomorrow's "plan." But I didn't think much about it then. Approximately at 8, our parents called it a night. But again, my sister asked my mom if she can stay with Ann that night. After a bit of persuasion, she gave her permission but only if I stayed too. I groaned, but I accepted since my sister was really persistent. And so, I gave up. I stayed with them for the rest of the night. At 10, Ann's mom told us to get ready to sleep. And since my sister was still wearing her day clothes, I returned to my bungalow, to change myself into sleeping attire and pick up my sister's pajama. As I stated earlier in my previous post, my sister was still a bedwetter then and needed to be diapered at night, so I also picked up a pair of pullups diapers for her. After I got back to Ann's bungalow, I helped my sister put on her diapers and change into her pajama. While so, Ann also changed into her sleeping attire. Oh, it's also worth mentioning that during all my time knowing Ann, I have never been in a sleepover with her. I was surprised seeing her sleeping attire, she came out without wearing bottoms, just shirt and pull ups diapers, not even a nightshirt with long hem, just a plain shirt. I tried telling her to put on pants or something, but then she explained that she's just concerned if her diaper leaks during the night, to which I replied "oh, okay."

Ann's mom set up a mattress on the floor that was big enough for the three of us. And so, we slept there, with my sister in the middle. Since I have never had a sleepover while babysitting my sister, I was a bit foolish. I had forgotten to tell my sister to go to the toilet before sleeping, and as a result her diapers was full not too long after midnight. That said, I was awoken by dampness on my elbow. Noticing that, I woke my sister up and told her to take off her wet pajamas and diapers while I pick up another back at my bungalow. Long story short, I returned with new clothes and diapers for my sister and helped her change as fast as we can since both of us was really sleepy. And after that, we returned to the bed. Again, it's worth mentioning that despite we stayed on a mountain, we didn't sleep in blankets, well, only my sister did. Because of that, I can see Ann's sleeping in fetal position. Her pink pullups were filled and noticeably has changed its colour. Anyway, as I were trying to sleep again, I heard faint hissing noise from Ann's general direction. It wasn't loud, but since there was no other noise (not even crickets), it was loud enough to reach my ears. And it was long too. Concerned Ann's diaper might be leaking, I reached and woke her up. She woke up and stopped peeing. She then jumped off and ran to the toilet. I thought I should let her be, but then I realised that she ran off without bringing any diaper for change. So I raise and took another pullups diaper from her bag and get to the toilet. I knocked and gave her her diapers before returning to the bed. Before long she also returned, and in her words, I was right on time, a little more and she could have wet the bed. I didn't reply and just try to sleep.

Again, long story short, it's dawn. I found both of them didn't stay dry, but fortunately unlike last night they didn't leak. Anyway, since I was unable to return to sleep, I woke both of them up. Especially since my their diapers is practically full. And then I saw one scene that might be one of my favourite scenes about my interest in DL; as Ann was waking up, she stretched and peed whilst doing so, it wasn't much but I noticed tiny drops drippling on her thigh, but I didn't mention it. Not long after, I and my sister took our leave and return to our bungalow to take a bath, breakfast and other things.

That's it for this time. Next one is coming tuesday. It's about our dad's "plan." We went fishing on a nearby river.

>>24183

Fucking hot.

>>23775

What?

When I was around 6 or 7 years old, I had this problem where I wouldn't ever wanna go to the bathroom until the last minute, and would often wet or even mess myself as a result.

One day my mother got fed up with this and decided to punish me by putting me in diapers for the day. Problem was, I didn't really understand that this was meant to be a punishment, or that she didn't intend for me to actually use them, just be embarrassed that I had to wear them.

About an hour after she put them on me, I was watching TV or playing videogames in my room (can't remember which) and needed to go. Figuring "I'm in a diaper and diapers are for peeing/pooping into"I just let go, wetting and messing the thing pretty significantly.

I was too young to really be aroused by what happened, but I still LOVED the sensation. The warm and wet feeling clinging to my crotch, the squishy bulk in my backside, I was in heaven and just sort of felt the diaper up for awhile until my mother eventually came to my room.

She didn't get angry, she just changed me out of it, gave me a bath, and had me put on regular clothes. Nothing else really came of it, no follow-up punishment or a lecture on what I did and why I shouldn't have done it, just sort of "well this didn't work, lets not speak of this ever again." The whole experience was like something I'd imagine rather than a real experience, but the memories are vivid, it definitely happened.

I dunno if that triggered anything, because it was about a decade later before I even though about diapers again. I guess you could call it foreshadowing or something, an event that didn't at all seem significant until I actually, properly discovered and indulged in the fetish.

>>24264

These are gold. keep em coming.

I can think of a few experiences that may have contributed to my abdl interests.

I can somewhat-vaguely remember when I was three years old, wearing a Pull-Up and feeling like I needed to poop. Instead of using the potty, which would have made a lot more sense, I ran up and down the stairs until I had to go badly enough, before bending over and messing my Pull-Up. My parents were both sitting on the living room couch watching TV as I did this, so they had to have known perfectly well what I was doing, but for whatever reason they didn't get mad that I chose to go in my Pull-Up. I did have constipation issues when I was younger, so it would make sense if I had been constipated and they were just glad that I was going at all. To this day, I'm not even sure why I had done that in the first place. Maybe I didn't feel like potty training yet. That's the only memory of potty training that I have where I made a conscious choice not to use the potty.

When I was seven or eight years old, I started wetting the bed. My mom was so tired of changing my sheets almost every night that my parents sat with me on the couch one day and told me that I'd be wearing GoodNites. As soon as I saw the package, I couldn't really see them as anything other than diapers for big kids. I continued to think of them as diapers even after they tried to frame them as just "protective underwear" or whatever. All that was different was that I was only allowed to wear them at night and they were only for wetting. I remember being totally against it at first, but I know that I started to enjoy them later on. I remember playing Tak and the Power of Juju on the PS2 in the family room, wearing just a T-shirt and a GoodNite before bed, and something about wearing it made me oddly… excited. That's the best word that I really have to describe it. A little later during this phase, I remember waking up and making a conscious decision to wet the GoodNite. I have no idea whether or not I had already been wet upon waking up, but I know that I got out of bed and wet it as much as I could. It made me feel weirdly excited, just like I had noticed before while playing my game. Not long after that, my parents stopped buying them. I'd been dry far more often by that point, but I remember being genuinely frustrated that they weren't going to buy more. I don't think I expressed this to them.

When I was nine or ten, I had a dream that I was a baby, just sort of crawling around in a diaper. Very simple dream, but I feel like that dream is where this really took off. When I woke up in the middle of the night after that dream, I really wanted to have another dream like that for whatever reason, so I thought really hard about it and tried to get myself to dream about it. I didn't succeed. Despite having dreamt about being a baby, all I really seemed to be interested in relating to that was diapers. I believe the dream was the catalyst of me finding Deeker, which I visited a lot at the time. I didn't realize until later on just how fucked up that place was, but I digress. From that point on, diapers had become something that I thought about on a regular basis.

It became a fetish, rather than just a fascination, the moment I discovered masturbation. I had been wearing multiple pairs of underwear, trying to mimic the thickness of a diaper. This lead to me realizing how good it felt to rub my groin area into the bed while wearing them, and I'm sure you know what happened. To this day, like >>3509, I still masturbate by rubbing my dick against my underwear or other clothing. For a long time, I was only interested in the diaper side of abdl, but within the last year or so, I realized that I actually really like the idea of being a toddler or a baby. I even have a female friend who acts as a mommy to me. Unfortunately, I'm not in a position where I can act on my desire to wear diapers. I've been considering scraping together the money and having a friend that knows this about me order me one of those adult NUK pacifiers, as I'm not in a position to order anything online. But yeah, that's all of the pertinent info that I can think of as to how I got this fetish.

>be 3

>be playing Freddi Fish

>realize I have to poop

>decide to hold it

>poop my big kid undies

>keep playing

>Dad comes in, smells it, checks my pants, yells at me

>says if I want diapers they'll buy me diapers

>cry

Should have said yes to the dips.

>>14349

>diapered snow days.

My cousins had some childhood friends named "Megan and Andrew" whose mom made them wear during snow days. Apparently these two wore diapers to bed as well for bedwetting

Their mom even offered to let my cousins wear when they came over. I was always jealous of them passing up this opportunity

>>24486

I don't understand. What made Snow Days so special?

>>24511

It depends on where you lived. I live in Canada, so when it snowed enough to close down the city it's an absurd amount of snow. There's usually not any bathrooms around the best places to sled, or if you don't have a car going with mom for grocery shopping was a long trip. As embarrassing as being diapered was, it's a lot less miserable to freezing pants.

One time a family member who was working at the hospital happened to bring a few medical supplies when he came home and included in all that were some cheap medical diapers. I so desperately wanted to wear them but I didn't want to get caught. Wish I did though. I've still never worn a diaper and it saddens me every day.

originally posted in story thread but I think they were better meant for here, so:

>be young me

>hanging out with neighbour girl friend thing who is one year older

>go to the park with her mom

>on walk back girl says she peed her pants

>don't check or whatever because i am retarded, just believe her. maybe I didn't look because being polite and was with her mom

>have to pee too btw, we were 6 and 7 y.o

>i looked up to her, and started trying to pee my pants while walking home to try and make her not feel embarrassed or something

>say "me too"

>maybe forced a little bit out, but it was difficult

>get to her house

>actually have to pee for real, get my shoes off quicker then her and start making my way quickly to the bathroom

>get called to wait by girl, she says she has to go first

>okay I thought she already peed her pants but yeah okay whatever

>standing outside bathroom door, she is taking forever

>"why did she use the bathroom anyway, didn't she already pee her pants on the walk???? maybe she's cleaning up but wow she should have let me go first then"

>still taking forever

>perhaps a mix of "not wanting her to feel singled out" and genuinely needing to pee— in fact pretty sure more the latter, I find myself standing in my own puddle outside the bathroom on her carpeted floor

>"oh shit well at least i'm not alone"

>girl comes out of bathroom

>she's shocked, starts laughing

>"MOOOOOOOOM! ANON PEED HIS PANTS!!!!!!!"

>don't know what to say or do

>stand there like a retard while her mom starts trying to soak up the puddle I made

>oh god what have I done

>girl didn't even pee her pants, I must have misheard her on the walk. or that was her strange way of saying how bad she had to pee

>her entire family finds out

>forget how I got home

>never trust a girl ever again

fucking bitch

>>25362

next:

>at grandma's house with sister and mom

>have to pee

>they're all in the upstairs bathroom for some reason

>tell them I have to pee

>mom tells me to go use the downstairs one

>"anon, do you know where the downstairs bathroom is???"

>pretty spooky down there but I knew where it was

>I really did not WANT to use the downstairs bathroom but I did know where it was, so said "yes"

>"anon we're busy go use that bothroom"

>"ok"

>go downstairs

>stand at bottom of stairs planning how i'm gonna do this:

>pretty spooky, need to first get to the lightswitch witch was behind some shit, would have to go on my tippy toes to reach it. fucking dangerous tbqh

>even once the lightswitch is on, bathroom is on far side of the house

>toilet and sink is really old and spooky, too

>no longer want to use the spooky bathroom

>but don't want to go back upstairs and order my family out of the bathroom especially because I said i'd use the downstairs one, can't go back on my word

>but the basement is way too fucking spooky

>but i can't go back upstairs

>there's probably a fucking monster in the bathroom

>oh god why is this basement so spooky??

>oh god I need more time, but I really need to go

>i'll just let a little go to buy myself some time to think about this further

>dribble a bit, pressure relieved

>"okay where was I?"

>wow maybe I should just go back upstairs

>but… oh shit the pressure is back. I need to let a tiny bit more out. the first time was hardly more than a few drops, probably never even made it through my underwear

>i'll let a little bit more go this time

>okay that's plenty

>wait that's probably too much

>oh shit this is definitely too much

>CAN'T STOP

>large_puddle.jpg

>"DID YOU FIND THE BATHROOM ANON?"

>cry like a bitch

>maybe because I didn't have any underwear at my grandma's house, or maybe she thought she was punishing me but

>changes me into a diaper

>remember being confused, "what good does this do me AT THIS POINT IN TIME?"

>forget how I got home again or what happened to the diaper

have a feeling I did not use the diaper, as I probably would have remembered. And my mom seems like the type of person who would kick the shit out of me for using it, so yeah nothing more happened out of this one that I know of.

Sure, I'll share my story

>be seven, I was always a bit smaller than kids because I was a premature birth, also an only child

>live in small town middle class area

>new kid my age moves innto the neighborhood, he has a four year old brother who is still in diapers

>parents set up a playdate

>bring over some snes games and play in the living room with friend while the younger bro watches

>the younger bro uses his diaper

>his mom goes to take him to his room to get changed

>four year old has a fit saying he wants to watch the game

>mom just changes him right there and then, I watch it wide eyed, fascinated

>this probably sparked my diaper fascination

>attempt to formulate a plan to steal a diaper by going to restroom

>the restroom is a bit too far from the four year old's room, so I chicken out of stealing diaper

>nothing comes of this

>this is summer, so we're basically at each other's houses roughly every other day, playing vidya or whatever dumb games we want outside

>witness several more diaper changes with no good opportunity to steal a diaper

>eventually a sleepover is set at his house

>oh boy oh boy yes yes

>do the usual stuff, watch movies, etc

>the four year old is put to bed early

>later on our time to go to bed

>his mom comes in while we're playing games in his room

>"Hey we need to get you ready for bed"

>confused, but friend looks embarrassed as hell

>"promise you won't laugh"

>he goes to open his top drawer of his dresser, pulls out a diaper

>turns out he wets the bed

>I don't laugh, I say "hey its cool, I'll wear one too if it makes you feel better"

>the mom thinks its sweet and says I can wear one

>I go to the dresser to grab one (completely full of diapers btw), and when I turn around, the mom has already got the friend on the floor, putting the diaper on him

>once he's got his on, he moves out of the way, and I ask "uhh so how does this work"

>the mom lays me down, pulls down my pajamas and underwear, and puts the diaper on me while I'm embarrassed as hell

>super fucking comfortable though

>friend smiles at me and I smile back, bros for life

>we're put to bed, but we get back up after 10 minutes and play some more Dr Mario with the TV on mute for a little while longer, before the mom comes in and yells at us to go to sleep

>get in my sleeping bag, I love how the diaper feels in the bag

>almost too excited to pee, probably spend an hour trying to relax

>finally pee the diaper

>SUPER FUCKING WARM AND LOVING IT

>manage to get to sleep

>when we wake up, we each discover the other has wet over the night

>he asks why

>tell him I just felt like it

>"well I usually clean off with a shower"

>we both strip out of diapers and leftover pajamas and take a quick shower together laughing like hell

>the mom never offered to diaper me again on any other sleepovers we had, and I never asked again

>never stopped me from stealing diapers from him though

>>25546

that's a pretty sweet deal fam. you got lucky

Unrelated to diapers, though. But here's my story.

When I was eight, my parents and I visited my aunt and uncle in neighbouring town. They have a daughter who is one year older than me. After our parents chit-chatted for a while, my parents and my uncle planned to go somewhere and had to leave me there for a while. Back then they only say "you won't like it there, stay here and play with your cousin and we'll be back in few hours", later I found out that they were visiting a relative's grave. So that day me and my cousin played outside. Their place is located at the outskirts of the city, so there are a lot of empty fields to play. At one moment I felt need to use the bathroom, but beta kid as I was I couldn't tell my cousin that I need to use the restroom, not to mention she's older and I don't want treated as a little brother. I thought it won't be that long anyway, parents will return soon. But a fool I was. Two hours later and they hasn't returned. At that point I was desperate. My cousin noticed and ask if I need to use the restroom to which I answered yes. She took me back to her home but I couldn't make it and peed my pants. She took me back and tell my aunt. And since they didn't have boy's clothes I didn't carry clothes, my aunt gave my cousin's panties and pants to put on. I didn't like it, but it was preferable than going commando. In my cousin's words, it was the least girly panties she had; blue cotton panties with lace on its leg holes and small ribbon on its front waist, but still too girly for me. Since it was that or going commando. I wore it. I thought I won't like it but I did. My parents did not return until the afternoon. After we got back home, my parents told me to take a bath first. I completely forgot that I was still wearing girl's underwear. My mom was like "why are you wearing girl's underwear anon?" when she saw me undresses. Then I told her I had accident and that my aunt changed me into this. The funny part is that after my mom laundried that panties, she put it in my closet among my other underwears. And the stupid part is I didn't touch it until a year later after one day I ran out of underwear to wear.

>>24264

I've been wanting to finish the story since the last two weeks, but I didn't have the inspiration to put down the words. But here it is.

Sunday morning, early as 8 I was accompanying my sister playing in nearest park. I don't know if you noticed, but during the vacation, I haven't used the bathroom to take a dump thus far. Plus because of the barbecue the last night, I was starting to need to. I asked my sister to wait while I return to our bungalow. Unfortunately, my dad was using the bathroom then. Since I was at the limit, my mom suggested me to use Ann's family's bathroom. And so I went there. Ann's mother sure gave me permission, but alas, Ann was in there. I urged her to hurry up, but she defend herself by saying "I just get in and already started to wash." I tried to urge her even more, but was useless. In the end, I couldn't make it. I haven't crapped my pants since preschool and I was reminded how that feel, and even back then all I did was trusting a wet fart. I messed my pants quite a lot this time. After I loaded my underwear, I couldn't move since I was afraid poop would fell off or something. And then a minute later, Ann came out from the bathroom. She told me to get in, but noticing me just standing petrified, she started to get suspicious and asked me if I didn't make it. Seeing the strained look on my face of course gave it away. She chuckled and told me to clean up inside while she goes to my bungalow and fetch fresh pants. I took small steps inside and close the door. After that I undressed carefully, still because I was afraid poop would fall off. My underwear was saggy because of that. After taking of my trousers, I still don't know how to clean up. In retrospect, it gave me a different perspective to Ann who messed herself the previous day. Not long after that, I heard the bathroom door knocked. I thought it was Ann delivering new clothes, but when I open the door, I found my mother. She then helped me clean up.

After that, we hanged out at the park where my sister is. There Ann revealed that she often have similar accident, which explains the previous day. We chitchatted and somehow I blamed her for my accident earlier. To which she replied since I saw her messing herself yesterday, we're at impasse, but since I didn't directly cause her to mess herself, we're not. She give up and ask me how should she redeem herself. I didn't expect her to go that far, so I don't know what to say to that. And the funny thing is that she even willing to mess herself in front of me. In retrospect, I would never want to see that, but if I have a time machine I'd smack that idiot silly. I tried to refuse but she insisted. She told me to wait several hours until she need to do number two. Approximately at 2, when we and several other kids were playing in the nearby river again, Ann called me out, telling everybody else that I'm taking her back to her bungalow. Halfway there, we strayed off from the footpath and find a spot in a small fields nearby. There, she reached into her skirt taking off her panties and handed it to me before then lifted her dress skirt, revealing her pink pullups diaper. She was diapered that day and it was half full.

>>25626

"Here watch," she said. And promptly I can hear the hissing noise of her wetting herself. And it was long too, didn't take long until that pink diaper of hers gave away and started to leak. Pee water drippled out and run down her legs. After she stopped peeing, she inhaled and turned around, showing me her diapered bum. Not long after, her diaper started to stretch down and settled. She's really taking a dump in her diaper. "Are you done?" I asked to which she shaked her head. Again her diaper stretched down, but this time it also stretched outwards, the stool has started to pile up in there. Her diaper is really full. She swallowed air and said, "I'm done." She turned around back and forth several time showing me her completely soiled protective undergarments. When I thought that was the end of it, she asked if I want to touch her diaper. I should be grossed out, but I also curious. She didn't even mind when I take up to her offer. I touch the front side of her diaper. I didn't know how to describe it back then, but now if I have to describe the sensation when touching full diaper, I'd use "cotton jellyfish." After satisfying my curiousity, she didn't end it there. She turned around and lifted the rear side of her skirt. The gathers has noticeably soiled but that didn't stop me from touching the bum of her diaper. The rear side felt different since something solid is in there. "Now we're at impasse," she said whilst letting her dress skirt down to which I didn't know what to say. I told her we should get back to the camp, but she said wait. She then reach into her skirt again, this time removing her diaper down. She then asked for her panties that I've forgot have been holding and put in on. She disposed her diaper there. I can even see the brown stain. I asked don't she need to wipe her butts or something, which she answered "I will do it back in the camp."

That's all. Later that night we returned to our homes and still meets the next day for school. Ann was a dirty girl. And if not for me moving out from that place, I might have settled with her.

This last part is not 100% true, though.

>>25627

you didn't touch the rear side, is that it?

I discovered masturbation while watching Rugrats and the rest is history.

>>3467

>until high school when the whole fetish blew up in my face in probably the worst way possible

You gotta tell this one, man, you can't just mention it and not share the details.

My story doesn't really start with a trigger. I grew up the older sibling with mine and my sisters time being split between her and my father and step mother. I was potty trained quickly and I recall the experience being somewhat stressful. My father wanted me trained quickly and was a bit gruff when I was growing up. My mother was equally impatient. I recall having an accident once when out with her and a childhood friend. She quickly rushed back home dragged me inside all the while yelling and flustered. She held out a diaper and screamed for me to put it on which I refused as at the time I did not want to. Growing up this kind of verbal and emotional abuse was normal and I became rather introverted as a result. Also worth noting my little sister was in diapers the whole time and much longer than me. I recall feeling slightly curious, but never really explored it due to fear.

Regardless my trigger came when watching this or well catching the tail end.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBLyZErg1f8

Feeling like I had been made to grow up quick in order to keep my mom from yelling this somehow triggered me. I wound up curious what it would feel like to wet a diaper which lead me to steal some cousins diapers and was sexually awakened from the experience. Since then diapers have been a serious turn on for me, but over time it evolved from something simply sexual to be more of a security object and I gradually developed a little/AB side. For me it is all about expressing my inner child which is so strong because I felt I had to repress any childishness growing up. This is also mixed with wanting to feel wanted and secure.

>be 5 yo me

>family had a vacation to a beach

>mom, dad, me, and older sister.

>neither me or sis is a bedwetter, yet parents insists on making us wear night pants when staying at the hotel

>played all day at the beach

>night, had some sleep

>surprisingly, sis woke up with her diapers wet

>apparently sis wets the bed if she's too exhausted

>next night, needed to use the bathroom, just let it go instead

>feelsgood.man

I too, was out of my diapers quite early. Too early, and most likely, that too, were the roots of this fetish. I had a younger sister, who was in diapers much longer then I was. I usually liked to play with diapers, or wear them for fun. My parents always dragged me away from them. "You don't need them anymore! You are old enough now!"

My sister was in her diapers till like 3 years old or something. I was 5 at the time. I liked to care for her, or feel her diaper, see if it is warm. I also liked to have her close to me, hear her fart and messing her diaper.

Then I usually said, sis, did you poop in your diaper?

She says no of course. Then I smell her butt, secretly touching it and told her I would call mom or dad for her. I just watched while she was being cleaned.

We also slept together in the same bed during weekends, cus we always had a nice brother-sister relationship. I always liked to touch/feel and smell her diaper. And I just wish that I was still wearing them.

I kinda forgot about diapers when my sister got out of them too.

Obviously, when I became like 14, I got into puberty, hormones and shit, I thought about diapers again. Like any human, sex, boobs and asses is something that turns you on, but I just kept imagining girls in diapers too, wetting or messing themselves.

And when I was like 15-16, started to explore the internet more, I found out I am not the only one. It's a huge thing. Unfortunately, there are not too many girls (too open) about it, neither online.

I got my ex girlfriend in it and she wet herself regularly for me. She enjoyed it too, the horny bitch. But she was a slut that couldn't be trusted, so I broke up.

Unfortunately, I am still unable to find a nice diaper girl these days. I want to get rid off this fetish, but we all know it is impossible.

So yeh well, I just enjoy myself into diapers every now and then.

This worked well until the spring, when baseball season started and I would often have games immediately after school. During one game, I drank way too much Gatorade and hadn’t peed since 1pm. I was desperate the entire game, and by the 4th or 5th inning, was reaching that stage of panic again.

Realizing I couldn’t hold it until the end of the game, and being too embarrassed to run off into the trees, I devised a plan to go while playing without anyone seeing me. Playing deep right field with no one around, I was able to casually pull my penis out and release some of my bladder. However, the ball got hit to me, and I had to very quickly stuff my penis back in my pants and cut off the flow of pee.

I thought I did this in a very smooth way that people wouldn’t notice, but when the inning was over, I realized that half the crowd and players had seen exactly what I had done, and they could all see the small but visible wet spot on my crotch.

I was forced to sit on the bench for the rest of the game, and essentially just stared straight forward in shame the entire time. My bladder was still really full, and by the end of the game I was really desperate.

The ride home from that game was terrible because my mother was furious with me and I still needed to go badly. I pleaded with my mother to go faster because I had to go so bad. She was incredulous that I had put myself in this position again and kept threatening to ground me for the summer if I wet myself in her car.

My older sister and female neighbor both sat in silence in the car as I pleaded and squirmed and kept a death grip on my penis to avoid having a second accident that year.

When we got to my street, I started to leak a little and broke down crying. I eventually got home and into the bathroom without having another full-blown accident, but I left a wet patch in my mother’s car, and accidentally sprayed pee all over the bathroom when I was trying to pull my penis out. I hadn’t had time to close the door to the bathroom in my hurry, so my family saw all of this happen.

I got another talking-to that night about how unacceptable my behavior was, and spent most of the evening in my room doing homework.

While asleep that night, I wet the bed for the first time in over 10 years.

>>33538

>>33539

Shortly after arriving at school the next day, I was called to the Principal’s office, where I was greeted by my mother, my guidance counselor, the school nurse, and the principal. The school found out about me trying to pee during the baseball game because it was the high school team, and when they called my mother about it, she told them about everything that happened after the game.

The meeting started with them giving me the usual lecture on being more responsibly and mature. Then they started talking about how we could avoid these types of incidents in the future, and asked me if I had any ideas (which I didn’t).

My heart nearly stopped when I heard the school nurse say that we should probably consider having me use “some form of protection”. I had seen enough commercials on TV to know what this meant, and stared at my mother in disbelief waiting for her to come to my defense.

She never did, and the nurse continued speaking by saying that she had never had a healthy high school student wet himself like I did. She said one accident was understandable, but two was a pattern that needed to be treated.

I adamantly stated that I wouldn’t wear diapers, and she responded by saying that I wouldn’t be wearing diapers. She recommended training pull-ups that I could put on and take off myself.

She proposed that I should wear them during school and school activity hours until the end of the school year as a precaution, and that I would use her office bathroom, where she would store them.

Despite my protests, all the adults agreed that it made sense for me to do this for at least a few months since the school year was coming to an end.

So as it went, I had to report to the nurse’s office every day before school to put on a pull-up, and wear it until either the school day ended, or until I got home from sports practice. If I didn’t have sports, the nurse would check to see if I used it at the end of the day. And if I did have sports, my mother would check to see if I used it when I got home from school.

The nurse was extremely rude about the entire thing. She would always make comments to me about staying dry, even when there were other students around. After I removed the pull-up at the end of the day, she would make me show it to her so she could see if the blue streak had faded at all. This would happen in front of other students if they were in her office for any reason, and she really didn’t seem to care.

These end-of-day wetness checks were by far the worst part of the entire experience. I was promised that people wouldn’t find out about me wearing them; however, the nurse used to make me leave the bathroom with my pull-up in hand. So it was not uncommon for me to walk out of her bathroom holding a pull-up behind my back, while she spoke with another student who was not feeling well or needed something from her.

When this happened, she would often stay where she was seated and ask me to hold it up so she could see. Then I would hold it out and she would look briefly and say something along the lines of “No accidents today, right?”. The first time this happened in front of a girl, I refused to come out of the bathroom to show her, and she made a big fuss in front of her about how this was for my own good and how she wouldn’t have to do this if I peed in the toilet like everyone else my age.

Once word got out that I had to do this everyday at the same time, girls in my grade would find a reason to be in the nurse’s office to see it for themselves. It wasn’t uncommon for me to walk out of the bathroom with 2 or 3 girls eagerly awaiting my presentation of a clean pull-up.

At one point, someone apparently managed to get a video on their phone of the entire interaction. I never saw the video myself, but I heard it existed, and people began teasing me by saying “Did everything get in the toilet today?”, which was a favorite question of the school nurse.

>>33540

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

>>33556

Real life. Had to wear Depends to school for about 2 months at the end of my freshman year, then never again

>>33557

Das fucked up, if at all true. Don't take it personally. It's the internet. I can't believe anything at face value.

That said, you'd think they would have taken the medical route and had you tested for bladder incontinence issues rather than punishment via humiliation.

…is that also a fetish of yours?

>>33540

If that were me, I would have been furious. Im usually pretty submissive. I don't like conflict in the least. But once you pass a certain line, I snap.

You see, I operate on a day to day basis only because I can make some sort of sense of the world around me. But if that world no longer makes sense, I would cease to be able to function in my normal manner.

Im not even sure what I would do, but I do know that even extremely drastic measures wouldn't be out of the question. It probably wouldn't end well for anyone.

But wow, I really feel bad for you. Nobody should have to go through something like that. That's just wrong.

>>33538

>>33539

>>33540

Nice erotic literature

>>33571

>But once you pass a certain line, I snap

I'm the same way, bro. I can let a lot of shit slide, but if you cross a line, it's like a switch gets flipped in my head. After that point, I'm not me until I manage to burn myself out.

Not trying to sound edgy, but I've come very close to doing some very horrible things. People don't look at me the same way when they've seen me like that. A while back, I had an "episode" in front of my girlfriend at the time. I had just found out that my roommate had been stealing our rent money and blowing it on booze, and we were getting evicted. Long story short, we had a shouting match that ended with me literally almost killing him. My girlfriend said that she didn't even recognize me, that she didn't see "me" in my eyes, only evil. Said I looked like the devil.

The time after that, I started writing names on shotgun shells. Then I decided to needed to quit drugs and radically change my life. Packed up, cut off ties, and moved across the country.

>>33571

it's fake dude, calm down

>>33676

>Not trying to sound edgy, but I've come very close to doing some very horrible things

So edgelord, call me when you've actually done those horrible things. Everyone's come close to it, because -close- is a matter of subjectivity. Good job relocating and trying to change though.

Strangely enough I also wet my pants during a baseball game. It happened to me during the 7th grade (US school system), so I was a little younger but it was still not considered an acceptable thing to have happen.

There was never any threat of diapers from my parents for that incident, which is interesting because I was only a year or so removed from having to wear diapers during road trips (I was a bedwetter who tended to fall asleep in the car).

I guess this is a slight derail but the pee board is dead and I want to share anyway

I wet myself at home when I was about 4, shortly following my parents divorce. It was unintentional but my mom was convinced I had done it on purpose and she humiliated me for it. Really fucked me up.

Then when I was like… 6 or 7 or so? My neighbor and I were playing and she said she had to pee really bad, but she really didn't want to go inside for some reason. Next thing I knew she'd pulled down her underwear and pants and squatted next to a tree. I tried not to look but I was transfixed by it.

Those experiences plus the hell that was my childhood created my pee fetish. No early experiences concerning diapers, so it makes sense diapers are not really my thing. But to this day the only thing that makes me cum is thinking about me or other girls peeing/wetting, even when I'm having sex with my bf.

I actually kind of developed it during my teens, no idea what triggered it. Just suddenly felt the urge and it clicked on someday. Was into diapers for a bit then moved onto more the caregiving side, though in the closet heavily about it.

In regards to childhood? Shitty. Had a crazy bitch mother and a disinterested father. Was never really allowed to go out and play with other kids since as soon as I came home I had to do homework and study immediately, once that was done I was allowed to play but of course that was never the case since bitch mom had a crazy high standard which meant I wouldn't be done till dinner. Of course I also had to do the dishes often solo and mom like to make a habit of making elaborate three course meals that tasted like shit cause naturally she thought she was a master chef but naturally couldn't cook for shit, which meant I was never really allowed out till it was dark by which time all the other kids had gone inside. Hilarious part is she thought all this focus on study would make me achieve high grades, in reality by the time I got to High School I was so burnt out with schoolwork I just couldn't be bothered applying myself. Course cause of my crazy mom I would be too afraid to make friends in case they got to meet her. Basically my entire childhood was sad and lonely since I was never really allowed out my house. When I left High School I was on anti-depressants for over a year which I never told my parents about. Wasn't till I got away at University did I start actually making friends and having fun.

So yeah that's my childhood anons. Sorry for the blogpost there. Don't know if it will shed any insight or anything.

Bonus stuff if you care. Piece of shit lazy ass Doctor diagnosed me with autism due to poor social skills at 4 cause he couldn't be bothered properly analyzing the results and diagnosing kids with autism was the fad at the time. Problem with this? I don't actually have autism, but it was never challenged and bitch mother milked it for all it was worth. Imagine trying to talk to people or make friends when the first words your mother says "Oh he's autistic" At that age I had very little understanding what it meant other than there was something wrong with me but deep down inside you know that was completely bullshit. Thankfully I was removed from the register by 16 but by that time the damage had been done to my childhood. Only later after I came back from Uni and saw the actual test results I saw how bullshit they were.

Binged the whole thread in one sitting. It's so weird to see so many people with shared or similar experiences! I'll add mine to the pile.

I can't recall a single day in diapers from when I was a kid. I was potty trained before I started to form memories, and if I had a few bedwetting accidents when I was younger, it was unfrequent and "normal" and never followed upon.

But when I was about 3 yo, I had a dream that struck a chord so much. It was a friend of the family coming to me while I was in bed, saying he had something for me. Then he'd put me on a diaper, pat me a couple of times, and said "There. But don't tell your mom!". I woke up right after that… I was a very simple dream, very short, like a kid without much experience of life would have, but it stuck with me for years and years.

I had other dreams like that later, usually a big bright pack of Pampers being somewhere near me, and wanting to open it. It doesn't help that my baby clothes and some of my toys were stocked in old cardboard boxes of Pampers, so I knew exactly what they looked like.

I have no younger siblings, so no diapers available and no way to express this attraction. When playing during recess, I was more than happy to play the baby in games of mom and dad, or pretend I found a machine that would turn us back to babies, but that never got far, and we had weirder games in recess anyway.

I was also weirdly affected by some cartoons where diapers were involved. Like that one episode of the Super Mario Bros Super Show where they have a fountain of youth and the whole cast is turned into babies; or that old Looney Tunes with Porky and Daffy working at the stork factory… So weird, there are so many shows that used age regression as a plot point back in these days. I feel like this must have been a fetish prominent with some animators?

Then, when I was 12-13 yo, I had my first wet dreams (while I was sleeping on a couch after a party if I recall). It happened a couple of times, but I remember that once, I woke up as I was ejaculating, and somehow thought I was about to piss the bed. I was terrified at the prospect and made a run for the toilet, but of course nothing would come out.

From that day onwards, I was so scared of pissing myself (as a teenager!) that I started to go to the toilet much more often at school and before sleeping. Even today, I think my relatively small bladder comes from this period of time where I never held it for more than two hours or so.

>>36596

(continued)

I think some dreams where I had access to diapers came back when I was a teenager, combined with wet dreams and masturbation, and this is where the connection was made. But it was very blurry, because while I do knew what diapers looked like, I had no idea what the felt like, and my fear of wetting the bed was so strong that even when I dreamed about pissing, I would just wake up with a boner and strong desire to pee rather than a wet bed.

I grew up without the internet (it existed but my family didn't have access to it), and I only got online when I was 18 yo. The family computer was downstairs, and quickly I became the guy who would spend the whole night on it. Once, by curiosity, I looked for "adult diapers" and was *stunned* when I found they really existed on some weird, forgotten fetish website. Suddenly, a whole world opened to me.

Soon after, I actually stole a baby diaper from a friend's house after a party. Just slipped it into my bag and got back to my home. I tried to wet it, but here's the thing: I was still toilet shy because that whole teenager phase, no way I could use them. I was standing in front of my toilet bowl, trying to piss and then tuck my dick back in the diaper when the flow started and stopped immediately. It took me a long time to actually use it correctly.

After that, it was bliss. I was in high-school with very lax schedule, my parents were working all day, I had hours of free time. For summer, my parents would get away for a whole month, leaving me to take care of the home and pets… I even got a habit of going to the swimming pool and come back padded as a reward. Such a good time for me!

Once, I served myself a glass of water from a pitcher, and my body reacted by pissing. I got scared there a bit that I was about to lose it, so I stopped wearing for a time, but I always come back to it.

It's been years now. I'm an adult with a job and all (still single tho). I only wear once in a while, usually for a day or two, before going months without touching it; but it fuels my fantasies (and fapping) every day. Premium diapers from today are amazing, and I even got a pacifier and onesie pajamas that I use really unfrequently. I just wish I could find someone who likes the same kind of stuff as I do. But I'm ok where I'm at right now!

>all these people with traumatic experiences

What's odd is I had pretty much the exact opposite happen to me. My parents were too friendly and compliant with stuff I asked of them:

>be ~5/6 years old

>at female friend's house (no, I didn't get cooties)

>she wets the bed

>wears pullups at night, the usual deal

>her mom asks if I could wear for the night so friend isn't completely embarrassed about it

>had to be bribed with cookies, but it worked

>end up feeling ridiculous due to wearing princess pullups, but those cookies man

>somehow this turned into me being interested in them

I'm still not sure why honestly. Maybe it was because I eventually had a crush on her and was willing to do dumb stuff to make her happy, or something.

>fast forward a while

>end up stealing some of her pullups

>eventually get caught by her

>pokes me for a bit of fun, but says she hates wearing them, so she'd be happy to offload them on me

>neato

>keep them at her house so I don't get busted

>wear them basically every time I'm over there

>eventually get the idea to use them for once

>takes super concentration, but finally do it

>notbad

>begin using pullups for convenience's sake when at her house (no need to take bathroom breaks and can play more)

>get ballsy and take some home with me to use at home

>get busted by mom in a single day because I'm a dumb ~7 year old

>she's not angry or mean about it, just wants to know why

>awkwardly fumble through explanation like a drunken elephant

>mom says it's a "phase" and some bologna about how I'll grow out of it (she's a psych major)

>Lets me keep pullups under the condition that I take out the trash and all that

In hindsight this was an elaborate trick to get me to do chores, since she had me taking out the trash for the whole house.

>goes on for a week or so, mix of either just wearing them or sometimes wetting them

>mom even bought me a new pack of them

>distinctly remember being red as a tomato due to asking for the girls' ones

>wear them pretty much all the time now, minus to school

>got stuck in what was probably the worst traffic known to man one day

>had to use toilet

>vaguely remember mom more or less saying to just use pullups since the traffic was a deadlock

>ended up messing in pullups, then having to sit in it for a whole 30 minutes (plus she knew due to the smell)

>got horribly embarrassed due to this and stopped wearing shortly after

>didn't ever come up until years and years later as a fetish

She was a saint for putting up with stupid child me.

>Started wetting the bed when I hit puberty

>After about a month was made to wear protection at night

>HATED IT

>Stopped wetting the bed by 14

>Realized I had a humiliation fetish at 19

>Nothing humiliated me more than diapers

>Now have mix of humiliation/diaper fetish

For whatever reason, my memory is strong, and goes back pretty far, but when I think about it, it's all cringe.

>Be me, 4 years old.

> HATE being toilet-trained. Will use the toilet to pee, but insisted on being in diapers to poop

>Remember one day vividly.

>Tell parents I need to poop.

> Dad, or Mom (can't remember), puts me in a diaper

> Go into bathroom, lock door. Spend maybe, 20 minutes.

> Pee in them.

> Feelsgoodman.3gp

> Slowly mess, don't remember that much.

> Feel regret and shame as Dad cleans me up, changes me back into underwear.

Wanting to wear diapers stuck with me for years and years.

Shame and humiliation made me get toilet trained. Parents mock me for years at how long it took me to get out of diapers.

> Be 4 years later, new younger brother.

> Brother is 2, wears Pampers.

> Get ingenious idea to sneak his diapers.

> Spend the next year and a half or so, occasionally sneaking his diapers

> They fit perfectly

> Would wear diapers, and wet them until they nearly leaked every time

> Almost caught once, but managed to keep it secret. I don't think parents ever suspected anything.

Most memorable moment during this was wearing Pampers under my pajamas while my brothers played on the Gamecube.

>>36667

God, I wish this was me.

>be me, 11YO

>family attend a relative's wedding since morning

>parents, me, one 7YO lil sis

>parents tried to put us into pull-ups diapers before the event

>fuckno.jpg

>has always potty trained since 3, bladder strong af, or so I thought. Parents given up

>the reception

>met some cousins of many ages

>most of the kids are bored, hangs out with each other of same age at nearby park

>at one point, lil sis approached me asking me to take her to the bathroom

>reminded her that she’s padded

>she stood half-crouched and let go, took her awhile to finish

>after finished, she presses her crotch, "it was warm and squishy" she said before returned playing with other kids

>I was hanging out with kids my age

>there was this girl 1 year older than me

>told me her parents made her to wear diaper like my sis and that she had wet herself

>after a moment, she said she need to see her parents

>accompanied her

>turned out she need to change

>her mom took her to a seat where she put her handbag on

>she slid her diapers down since she was wearing skirt, put on new one

>totally saw her buttocks as she was putting on the new one

>at that point, I was kind of need to use the toilet

>after she changed, I told her I need to visit the toilet

>it was full, decided to see mom instead

>told mom I need to pee, but the toilet was full

>'should have worn that diapers' she said

>my cousin offered if I need to wear diapers

>said yes

>my mom talked to her mom, asked for spare diapers

>get to a corner, remove pants and underwear while mom covers

>wearing girl diapers, peed myself soon after

Turned out, there was many other kids got diapered on weddings. Some was secretive, some was open.

>>36900

nice fantasy

>>36900

I was in a similar situation when I was 10 except my parents never asked me to put on a diaper for the wedding instead my diabetes caused me to really have to go right when the wedding started and I pretty much cried to go take a piss. Ever since then I've avoided every wedding that was for people I barely knew, but on the diabetes subject sometimes I think God gave me this fetish in order to cope with some early incontinence that is bound to happen

>>36667

>all these people with traumatic experiences

Generally how it goes. Lots of kids who never got childhoods is a big one

>>36901

I can prove this story with some picture of said wedding, but I obviously wouldn't.

Also, you should try attending a wedding. You'd be surprised. I attended a cousin's wedding recently and it is pretty normal for people to put their kids into diapers at weddings.

>>36942

Take care of yourself, Anon.

When I was a kid, I was desperate for my dad's approval. He was quick to point out when I'd done anything wrong, but very rarely said anything about what I had done right.

He was also very opinionated, and talked all about how he hated touchy-feely liberals and how wrong it is for women to hurt other people through their incompetence, then get off scot-free with a sob story about how they're sorry.

From what he said, I pieced together a philosophy - stoicism is a moral obligation, and sentimentality and incompetence are the roots of all evil.

So I forced myself to be the epitome of everything he spoke positively of - to the point where I believed I was immoral if I failed. I was so thoroughly obsessed that I censored my own thoughts involuntarily. I remember one time when I was 6 or so I noticed that I felt affectionate. The moment I realized what I was feeling, the emotion immediately vanished and was replaced with anger and frustration. I was left sitting there confused as to what had happened and why I couldn't call the feeling back. It was so sudden and involuntary that it was as if someone else was in my mind controlling things without me realizing.

This constant forced suppression of my personality led to emotional incompetence, awkward or self-deprecating outbursts whenever I believed they would get others' approval, and a dysfunctional social life. It was the reason I had only 2 friends for all of elementary and middle school.

So then diapers represent a polar rejection of this personality I grew up trying to impose on myself. They represent me accepting incompetence, embracing sentimentality, and rejecting stoicism. They represent accepting myself as I am unconditionally, with all of the feelings I had previously rejected. The integration of the Jungian shadow archetype.

>>36954

I plan to it's just a theory that I plan to use if I ever get discovered in my Bible Belt hometown. However I wouldn't be surprised if it actually were true though but if I do convince myself of it I'm only doing it to convince others.

>>36965

Second a new embarrassing diaper confessions thread

am i the only one who isn't mentally fucked up?

>normal, happy childhood

>had friends

>parents were fine, if a little hands off

>never had accidents or wet the bed

>never encountered anyone wearing diapers

admittedly I was a little spoiled but not to a great degree and i wasn't a brat

>>36982

I think the reality is that for people commenting here, being in a diaper as a child (past the normal acceptable age) was often the result of either wetting the bed or being prone to accidents. I have no doubt I would be into diapers regardless of my childhood experiences, but naturally the one time I did have to wear a diaper as a child was not a super fun experience

>also had a happy, normal childhood

>wet my pants twice in three days at Disney when I was 7 because of long lines

>parents had me wear protection for final two days of trip

>didn't love the experience of wearing them

>continued to have a happy, normal childhood

>now have a happy, normal life

>don't view what happened to me as "trauma" at all

>>36954

Then you can't prove it lol. I have attended weddings dude. Went to tons of them starting from ages four and so on. I don't know if it had to do with my mom's side being catholic and having a ton of cousins but I attended an average of two a year. That shit never happened. That's not a thing that people do. That's a poorly written story from any given ABDL forum.

>>37018

This. I was a ring bearer at my aunt's wedding when I was like 5 years old. No diaper for me, and I'm pretty sure none of my cousins had them either.

>>37018

>>37020

I don't live in the US.

>>37025

Where do you live? Diaperland? It's a magical place where ABDL fantasies actually happen…

>>37025

I'm guessing you live in Canada then based on the fact that there are multiple posts on this thread where kids wear goodnites to play in the snow there. Either that or west Europe since this would only happen in a "white left" region

>>37025

>>37028

This seems a stupid thing to argue over. It makes zero difference to anything whether the story is true or not.

I can say with some confidence that there has been at least one wedding with a bunch of older kids in pull-ups and at least one wedding without any kids in pull-ups. A single anecdote doesn't help narrow it down. ABDL fantasies are typically implausible because they are unlikely, not because they are impossible.

>>36866

The problem is that we can always go "yeah that was pretty hot" when looking back at it, but being there in the moment is really awkward/embarrassing. I was really lucky that she was absurdly considerate about the whole situation, instead of berating me or so on. I wore them for maybe a week or so after (until the pack ran out of pullups), but I just told her I didn't need more when she asked. I vaguely recall messing once or twice after the car incident, but I specifically did it in privacy.

God bless her though, since she put up with all my stupidity and even cleaned/changed me. She still pokes fun about it once in a blue moon, but not in a mean-spirited way thankfully.

>>36998

I mostly agree. but I think it's hard to argue that putting an older child in diapers won't impact them on some significant emotional level.

You clearly remember being made to wear one. It's an experience I don't think any kid would forget, because it is a major diversion from what was once considered a normal part of their life (wearing underwear). Do you mind if I ask if you were made to use the diaper or if anyone else was aware of the diaper? I feel like that could have a major impact on the emotional significant of the event.

>>37700

Oh! I also had a babysitter who knew about my bedwetting.

I wore pullups at night until I was 12. I always had a crush on my babysitter, and it killed me that she knew I wore pullups.

Did anyone else have experiences with their babysitters?

Well for me I've always had a fascination with diapers for some reason so theres a number of experiences.

I grew up with parents that were too young to be having kids and would fight both physically and emotionally so I had to be emotionally responsible at a young age always trying to comfort my mother while she cried. My dads a very logical fellow who doesn't show so I always had to have a more subdued approach, never felt a lot of love.

When I was like 4 or five a babysitter I had threatened to put me in them, I liked the idea but I protested, I always tried to kind of obfuscate my desire by reacting negatively to it. around the same time I would take toliet paper and make it into a sort of diaper construct and hide it though no one ever really knew what it was thought I was just wasting toilet paper.

Around 9 I was hanging out with a friend and my mothers boyfriends kid was still in diapers so I convinced him to steal some with me so we could try them on they didn't fit.

Around 11 it became a fetish after I found deekers page (cringe) and some of the other early websites. I really wanted diapers so I straight out asked my mom she said she would think about it and was never brought up again.

At 13 we moved to a small town and had a small barn, the previous owners were old and there was a huge box of diapers in the barn, I asked if I could have them and never mentioned it again.

At 15 I left for summer at my dads and forgot the garbage bag in my closet that had diapers in it and got caught. Around the same time I had a friend whos younger sister was a bed wetter and wore diapers I could fit into I ended up buying a few from her.

Looking back I was a weird kid never really paid any mind to socially acceptable things when it came to diapers.

>>37837

>I grew up with parents that were too young to be having kids and would fight both physically and emotionally

Except for the too young part, that's my parents. They used to and fight like crazy. I didn't get read bedtime stories either, so I dunno'. It might come from that.

I started playing an online MUD game back in the early 2000's as a young preteen/teen. I built up a good relationship with a girl who was a couple years older than me, but liked to wear diapers. The concept intrigued me, and I tried it out and was hooked.

I always fantasized about being a baby, at least for as long as I can remember.

At some point it turned sexual.

I've been talking out a lot of diaper memories with my girlfriend (yes, I know how unlikely that sentence sounds) so I thought I'd share a couple memories here.

Background: because of scoliosis, I was in diapers until I was about 12, pads and plastic pants for years after that. My main problem was these VERY intense bladder spasms that would come out of nowhere and basically cause me to pee my pants at full force, no matter where I was or how I tried to hold it. I was very embarrassed about it but still preferred diapers to anything else, and I hated changing them myself (felt like insult added to injury).

One powerful memory is from when I was 7 or 8. My mom and I were in a pretty crowded department store. All of a sudden, I had a five alarm bladder spasm and completely soaked my diaper in about three seconds. I could feel how heavy and warm the diaper was and knew it would start leaking in no time.

I got very nervous. I knew my mom had an extra diaper or two in her purse, but sometimes when we were in public and I told her I needed to be changed, she'd simply pull a diaper out of her purse, hand it to me, and tell me to go into the bathroom and do it myself. As you might imagine, it's no fun to be a shy 7 year old in wet pants, walking through a crowded store toward the men's room with a diaper in your hand.

I decided to try and wait until we got home. But we kept walking around the store and before long, I felt wetness running down my legs and knew I couldn't wait. I finally leaned toward my mom and whispered, "I wet my diaper." I don't remember what she said but at first, sure enough, she wanted me to just carry a diaper through the entire store and take care of it myself. I must have looked terrified because she eventually agreed to take me.

When we got into the ladies room, it was empty (thankfully), and there was only one stall. We went into the stall, she closed it, and I took my pants off. Even though my mom had seen me in a wet diaper thousands of times, I started to feel really self-conscious all of a sudden.

Just then… the restroom door opened.

A woman came over and knocked on the stall door. My mom said something like, "Just a second, I have someone in here who needs his diaper changed," or something like that. My face got even redder but the woman laughed and said, "Take your time," or something like that.

My mom took the clean diaper out of her purse and knelt down, waiting for me to lie down on the floor, but I froze. I didn't want to be changed with a stranger right outside the door. But my mom gave me an impatient look, took hold of me by the diaper, and kind of yanked me down. I obediently hiked up my shirt, lied down, (I remember how cold the floor was) and spread my legs.

Then I turned my head, looked under the stall partition… and looked right up at the woman who was waiting to use the stall. I realized that because of the angle, she could see everything.

I panicked. I started to close my legs but my mom had already untaped my diaper and peeled it open. At that moment, the panic plus the cold air made me start peeing again. Luckily, there wasn't much left. My mom folded the diaper over my penis and held it there, soaking it up, but my face turned so red I started crying.

I should add that if my memory is right, the woman stared down at me pretty much the whole time I was being changed. I honestly can't remember whether she was smiling or frowning, though.

I have plenty more memories of my mom changing me in public restroom stalls, looking around, and sometimes seeing other people staring at me from the other end of the restroom, but this was the first time where I felt REALLY self-conscious about it. It definitely wasn't the last time, though.

>>44623

Hot af

>>44630

Ha, thanks. It's funny how the most traumatic memories I have now weirdly turn me on when I think about them. I guess it's a coping mechanism. Anyway, here are a few more memories…

I wore diapers to school (of course) but was desperate to hide it. My parents made arrangements with the school nurse (which I'm guessing you couldn't do these days without fifteen content forms). If I told any of my teachers that I had had an accident, they were supposed to discreetly let me go to the nurse, who would change me. Only I was always too embarrassed to tell the teachers, so I would usually end up kind of hiding in the back of the room, often with my diaper leaking inside my jeans. When the teacher saw, she would tell me to go see the nurse, sometimes a little louder than she needed to, which would make the other kids giggle. Then I would leave the room, close to tears, walking down the hallway with my diaper leaking like a sieve.

As for the nurse herself, she was nice but very gruff. One time, when I had a particularly messy diaper, she covered her face and said it was a good thing she had children of her own or else she wouldn't be able to handle this.

The nurse changed my diapers at school until I was in second or third grade, when I had to start changing them myself.

On a related note, I remember being on the playground at 8 or 9 and my best friend asking me point blank, "Do you wear diapers?" I insisted I didn't. He didn't believe me and said I should tell him the truth. He added, "I promise not to laugh." I very nearly confessed but I stuck to my guns and kept insisting I didn't wear diapers… even though the conversation made me so nervous that I was literally soaking my diaper while we talked.

I didn't like to do all those childish things in kindergarten like playing with toys and all that controlling and care…

>you need to take a nap or i will wash your mouth with soap

>watch me to eyes when i talk to you

>you can't do that thing

>play with these stupid toys

>give me that battery which you found you can kill yourself with it!!! it doesn't even fit to your mouth but still you can kys with it!!!

i felt that they treat me like an idiot and that's why I daily had fights with the kindergarten workers. I wanted to do useful jobs what adults do - not play with toys and yelling kids.

Then a doctor diagnosed me childhood autism/asperger. When I grown up and started school when I was 6 yo that autism and social problems disappeared step by step lol When I was 12 or something like that I was completely "normal" person with no social or other problems / obsessions. Had many good friends and was that "cool guy".

Now I'm 22 and like to be in diapers and play a child because I didn't enjoyed the childhood and back then larped an adult :)

Sry bad english

>>44623

>>44630

>>44632

I'll add one or two more today. Apologies for inflicting my fucked up childhood on anyone.

I also spent a lot of time in hospitals, and one early memory really stuck with me. I'm guessing I was around 6, and already VERY embarrassed about strangers seeing me in diapers. I was supposed to have surgery and a nurse said I had to be weighed naked (for some reason). She left the room for a minute and my parents started taking my clothes off, not thinking anything of it. Meanwhile, I started shaking like crazy, because as bad as it was to be seen in a diaper, being seen naked seemed even worse. I asked my parents if I could at least leave my diaper on. They asked the nurse when she got back and the nurse answered with a flat no. So my parents basically had to force me to take the diaper off and drag me onto the scale. I was so scared and embarrassed that I started peeing everywhere. The nurse looked really disgusted.

>>44657

Another memory from a day or two after the surgery: I woke up to find two nurses had come in, taken off my hospital gown, and were peeling open my diaper. I looked around and didn't see my mom anywhere. I had a catheter in and I'd been complaining earlier that day because it was really sore. The nurses inspected the catheter (they didn't seem to realize I was awake at first), then one of them grabbed it and pulled it out.

Two things happened right away: I started crying, and I started peeing.

Without batting an eyelash, the nurse who had pulled out the catheter folded the diaper over my penis and held it there. I think a minute later, she went to throw away the old catheter, and the other nurse took over the job of holding the diaper over my penis. I remember she pressed harder than the first, like she was stanching a wound. I was still peeing a little, and the warm wet feeling somehow made the pain from the pulled catheter fade away. I think the warmth even felt so good that I started pushing, trying to pee on purpose.

The second nurse held the diaper like that for a little bit longer, then the first nurse came back with a clean diaper, wipes, and some kind of cream. They pulled away the wet diaper, used the wipes to clean me VERY thoroughly (which made me squirm because the attention felt good but my penis was also still quite sore), then they wiped cream all over down there, especially the tip of my penis. Then they put the clean diaper on me. Pretty sure they left without saying a word.

My mom walked in almost the second they walked out. She immediately came over and hugged me. I was stunned because I got the impression that she'd been waiting outside the room the whole time, just because she didn't want to be there when they pulled the catheter out.

Side note: when the nurses left, they forgot to put the gown back on me, so I was lying in the bed wearing nothing but a diaper.

>>44659

One more that I have trouble talking about…

My parents were against circumcision (as am I), so I wasn't circumcised as a baby. When I was in kindergarten, though, a doctor told my parents that they should have me circumcised after all because in my case, it'd otherwise be more susceptible to bladder infections. My parents agreed… only they didn't bother to explain to me what was about to happen!

So one day when I was in kindergarten, I went in expecting some kind of check-up, but I wound up waking up a few hours later (pretty sure they used general anesthetic) in agony. It's a bit of a blur from there. I can't remember if I woke up in a hospital bed naked, or if I had a diaper on, or if they'd just wrapped my crotch in gauze. I do know that the nurses came in pretty soon after I woke up to inspect me, and everything hurt like crazy. At some point, I looked down and saw my cock full of stitches. I don't know if something had gone wrong or what, but I stayed in the hospital for a couple days, and when nurses weren't coming in to change my diapers, they were prodding the stitches (which they eventually took out while I lied there crying). I remember thinking it was weird that my mom refused to change my diapers, though on retrospect, I think it was because she shouldn't bare to see the stitches.

I've always been interested in diapers but at a young age (9 or 10) I did an internet search and saw a clip of a boy about my age who'd just had surgery. During one scene, his mom takes him into his bedroom, undresses him, and puts him in a diaper… except for some reason, she uses a GIGANTIC diaper that goes up to his armpits. There was no sound so I have no idea what the clip was from, though it seemed to be some kind of medical documentary. But that definitely triggered my already-burgeoning interest in diapers.

>>1177

dang thats a shitty family life; hope youre doing better

>>44660

Man, I cant imagine how scared I would be if that happened to me. I cant imagine why they wouldnt explain to you what was going on!

>>44903

Good question! I asked them a while back and they said it was because they didn't think I'd understand anyway. WTF?!

Here's my stories, complete. A couple of these are copied from the panty poop thread

Preschool

>Be me, just turned 4

>preschool, at a church

>have to poop, playtime during class

>start heading towards restroom

>stand still in middle or room to clinch my butt

>tip of poop starts bobbing in and out of anus

>keep squeezing to hold it in

>having the tip stick out feels good, relieves pressure

>decide to let a little stick out, see if I can hold it there

>keep squeezing, but not strong enough to hold it in

>feel firm dry poop slide past my cheeks

>feel power rangers tighty whities began to expand, poop feels warm

>very relieved

>teacher smells me

>get scolded for not even trying

Around the same time

>Mom starts sending me to daytime sitter instead for unrelated reasons

>she takes me and sever other kids to playground

>be in car on way back

>have to poop

>let a little out

>keep holding rest

>get to sitters house, be in play room

>let it out slowly

>I smell

>stick finger in tighty whities, take it out

>realize how poopy I am, smear it on rug under couch

>baby sitter says she smells one of us

>lines us up standing

>goes down the line, pulling back waistband of each child and sniffing into there pants

>gets to be, sniffs, and recoils

>actually spanks my butt there on the spot, (she probably wasn't thinking), mushes poop all over inside of my pants

>go to restroom to be scolded and changed

I also pooped my pants at my grandmothers house once but don't remember it much

Early childhood, uncertain placement

>have twin (one m and one f) cousins. They have friends named "megan and andrew"

>never meet megan and andrew, but apparently they had to wear diapers when it snowed

>female cousin says that at a sleepover with megan and andrew she was offered a pullup but declined (they wet the bed).

>I asked her if she'd try one given the opportunity, and she said "I would if you would." I said I would and she said she would too. Sadly the opportunity never arouse

>Asked her why they wore diapers so much, she said "I guess they just like to use the bathroom in their pants" very dismissively

>male cousin was apparently diapered by Andrew's mother on a playdate with andrew, but went in the bathroom and took the diaper off

One time circa preschool my mom took me to her gay friend's house who was babysitting his baby granddaughter. I wouldn't stop sticking my hands in the guy's backyard pond, so she threatened to make me wear the the baby's diaper home. This scared me straight.

Kindergarten

>Have a restroom in each classroom with a low-height toilet for student use. This is common in american elementary schools, or at least the ones in my area. The rooms without these were usually for 4th and 5th graders

>teacher sits us all down on rug, angrily explains that somebody has been missing in their aim, peeing all over floor

>Says if the person is caught they will have to explain themselves to janitor and principal

>says that our bathroom privileges might be revoked, we'd have to wear pullups to school

I have no idea if it was me or not doing this, but from that point on all the boys were super careful to aim. In retrospect, I should have missed on purpose just to test the teacher

First grade

>Kid on bus says he got home early and was home alone for a few minutes

>he said during this time he put on his little sisters diaper and peed in it

This really fascinated me

(to be continued)

>>44928

Older elementary school

>have next door neighbor, let's call him T. He was about 2 years younger than me

>Have kid across the street, named M.

>Both T and M's moms are babysitters. T's mom babysits small children, M's mom babysits elementary schoolers

>T tells me M wets the bed

>Be at M's house one day, spot pullup in bedroom

>M casually admits to wearing diapers to bed

>ask him where he keeps them, says his parents have them in their closet

>T and I gossip about this. T says that once he was playing with M during a thunderstorm, and M said "If you're feeling scared, feel free to borrow a pullup." T declines.

>T and I wonder what it's like to wear diapers, so we start stealing baby diapers from his mom's babysitting stash

>We start wearing them in the woods behind our houses

>We pee but don't poop

>He also states he pooped his undies back there one time just for fun

>Eventually convince him to tell his mom he wants to wear diapers

>Tells her in front yard with me near by. This isn't what I had in mind, I expected him to tell her in privacy

>I dart off, his mom figures out it way my idea

>We eventually stop wearing as time goes on

T also said M constantly smelled like pee at school. Later during middle school M's mom pulled him out of class for a few weeks due to extreme bullying. I suspect M might have had daytime incontinence issues in retrospect,

It was also around late elementary school I began to imagine what my crush would look like in a diaper, and fantasized we'd be sent to a daycare where we'd be forced to wear together

Late fifth grade

>go to out of area magnet school, transfer buses onto local bus with kids I don't know

>for trolling, tell one I wear diapers

>he believes me

>tell new after school babysitter I wear diapers, she is skeptical

>tell her I'm wet and need a change

>at last minute I admit I'm lying

>when mom comes to pick me up, she gets mad at my little troll escapade. I'm not grounded and it breezes over pretty quickly

Sometime mid to late middle school I buy my first pair of goodnites and from then on it's me sneaking and wearing

<On the side note

Is it just me or are kids aged 4-9 way more accepting of the idea of diapers? That seems to be the norm I'm gathering ITT

>>44929

Finally part 3: the teen years

Around 13

>buy my first pack of goodnites from nearby drugstore

>mom won't be home till late

>put one on

>feelsgoodman.jpg

>pee in it

>feelsbetterman.jpg

>straddle counter top in bathroom, start humping

>feelsbestman.jpg

>eventually cum

A few months later

>ride bike through suburbs towards drug store

>get there, buy depends plastic backed

>in woods between drugstore and neighborhood, put one one

>feelsinfantileman.jpg

>pee in it

>ride bike towards home

>stash depends in woods behind house

A few months later

>wet bed on purpose

>tell (single) mother I have bed wetting issue

>beg her to put me in diapers

>she refuses

>tell story again, explain I can't control night time fluids

>she thinks it's wet dreams

>buy diapers and stash in woods next few years

>mom looks into web history of family pc, finds daily diapers

>lectures about puberty and porn

16 yo

>house is just me and mom

>closet behind bathtub

> closet pipe access inside closet blocked by plywood board

>hide depends back there

>mom eventually pulls board back, finding both fresh and wet depends

>reports to psychologist

>awkward lectures about degeneracy

After that I learned to drive and hid diapers (all retail) in discreet locations in city parks. After that I started living on my own which has got me to my current life as a wageslave who wears in his a[[apartment after work

>>44941

Understood. Probably started when I was 11 or 12, I got so strangely drawn to diapers that I would steal some out of the diaper bags of aunts at family functions. Then I would sneak them out and put them on under my underwear. I knew it was perverted and wrong but try as hard as I could, I couldn't help it.

I was totally incontinent because of a few birth defects, meaning I was in diapers 24/7 until I was around 15. My mom regularly changed my diapers until I was 9 or 10. She usually did it in private, but she had a bad habit of forgetting how embarrassed I was about being in diapers. Case in point: I remember being about 9, playing in the park with my mom, my aunt, and my little cousin. It was summer, I think. At one point, my aunt checked my cousin's diaper, said she was wet, and started changing her right there on the grass.

Usually, my mom waited until I asked to be changed, then took me into the bathroom. This time, though, she said something like, "Oh, he probably needs to be changed, too," and just had me take off my pants and lie down on the grass right next to my little cousin. Then while my mom was changing my diaper, my aunt said something to my cousin like, "See? He wears diapers like you, even though he's a big boy!" I was already feeling very embarrassed being changed in the park (even though it was basically empty), but that made me feel even worse.

Side note: despite what my mom said, I was actually dry (I think) until I realized my mom really was going to change me in public like that. Suddenly my pulse quickened and I started uncontrollably soaking my diaper. That wasn't the only time I got nervous and soaked myself right before a change, but it's the one I remember the most. Of course, all that made me even more embarrassed at the time, though in some twisted way, the whole memory is now very exciting.

>>635

I dont remember much about it but when i was around 10 my step mother forced me into diapers because I had an accident on a several-hour long car ride. She regularly forced me into them after that and would regularly fondle me through them.

Later on i was living with a bunch of people because we were flat fucking broke. My grandma and aunt lived together because my aunt had MS and so i would go over there every once in a while and stay the weekend to get away from my siblings. I wound up stealing quite a few of my aunt's adult diapers at the time, and I would wear them and either wet them or jerk off them in to the only fap material I had at the time, that being the sex scenes from wanted. Kinda fucked me up because i wound up being into cuckoldry too because of it.

Only got caught once though, didnt catch the diapers, rather just me jerking off to the sex scenes because i was a stupid kid and didnt mute the tv.

Later on I get diagnosed with minor incontinence and now I wear them whenever it flares up. Its still extremely embarrassing, sure, and very arousing, but It's kinda lost its exoticness to a degree, and I dont try to wet them because well… theyre incontinence diapers and wont hold much, and I dont like to ruin my clothes.

>>45059

Tell us more, if you want.

I had a somewhat similar experience. I was 8, still in diapers all the time, and I went to stay with a hippie aunt for a couple weeks. By that age, I was mostly changing myself, and I specifically remember my mom telling my aunt that I could change my own diapers. But once my mom was gone, my aunt offered to do it for me and said it would be "our secret." I especially remember her reaching inside to "check" my diaper periodically, both front and back, and kind of fondling me. A couple times when we were lying on the couch, watching tv, she casually put her hand down the back of my diaper and rested it there for a while. I also remember diaper changes being very… thorough. Every inch got wiped, powdered, lotioned, you name it. Overall, I guess I would honestly say I enjoyed the attention, and being able to wear diapers more openly, even though I was extremely embarrassed at times. Not sure if I would call it abuse looking back on it. Some of it was definitely questionable. I do remember my parents seriously asking me sometime later if she'd done anything "weird" and me saying no.

>>45059

>She regularly forced me into them after that and would regularly fondle me through them.

How did she fondle you? Did she change you? How long were you forced to wear? Did you use them?

>>45172

She would slide her finger between my ass cheeks or stroke me

It was more like she forced me into them and I wouldnt be able to get out of them until I went back to my mom's, and I used to hide it from her because I was too embarrassed, so it could be a couple hours or a couple days. She'd check them every once in a while but I never actually used them because I was too traumatized by them. She found out that I had taken them off once and whipped me with a belt.

>>45167

You lucky motherfucker

>>45237

If she was regularly keeping you in diapers for more than a few hours and you weren't wetting them, how did she not realize you were taking them off?

It sounds like she was a complete amateur who didn't know the first thing about forcing kids back into diapers. At the very least she could have locked the bathroom door or locked a chain through the belt loops of your pants.

>>45343

It wasnt like that.

I dont think she meant for me to wet them, she just liked babying me like that. I think I wet them once but she was as angry as she was when I wet my underwear. I just learned to hold it and go in secret when I could. Only stopped because my dad and step mom broke it off.

But now im incontinent so.. Yay?

>>14939

Your grandma was mean. I never fucking get this- who embarrasses a kid for fun? That's just crappy.

>>44781

Anybody else remember that video? I think I saw that too, probably on one of the usual TBDL sites about fifteen years ago, but I have no idea what it could have been.

>>45511

vaguely… very vaguely… age eleven was a masturbatory blur

Has anyone discovered any correlation between the diapers they like now and what they wore as a baby/kid? I have no memories of being diapered, but I find cloth diapers much cuter and attractive than disposables and my parents used cloth diapers for me.

>>46035

I'd say this is how it usually is. Or atleast that you have a preference for the type of diapers that were commonly around when you were young even if you don't remember being diapered yourself.

Some of the newest DLs to appear on various boards even prefer cloth-backed because that's what they grew up with.

Personally I prefer the type of diapers that were common around here when I grew up - not all-in-one disposables, but rather disposable inserts with reusable plastic pants. So does many if not most older DLs here.

>>46037

Agreed. I was mostly diapered in the 80s, so I can't stand cloth backed diapers, but love thick plastic disposables. In fact, even though I hated how loud and crinkly they were when I was a kid, I love the crinkly loud ones now.

>>46057

As a 90s baby (who doesn't remember being diapered), I have a preference for plastic-backed, though I don't much mind cloth-backed as long as it can hold what I throw at them. I haven't personally tried actual cloth diapers with plastic covers, or what >>46037 says he prefers, but I find them visually unappealing for the most part.

Same with bonnets. I will never understand these wrinkly old dudes wearing bonnets and tutus. Even if it were on a young, attractive girl, it's just goofy and frankly makes me wanna lose my lunch.

>>46035

It's probably what we saw other younger children wearing that solidifies our idea of "baby stuff." I remember diapers vaguely but mostly remember being in pre school/elementary school and hearing a crinkle when the younger children around me were walking

>>46065

>Same with bonnets. I will never understand these wrinkly old dudes wearing bonnets and tutus. Even if it were on a young, attractive girl, it's just goofy and frankly makes me wanna lose my lunch.

Because in the 50s/60s most babys wore feminine, unisex clothing like dresses and bonnets

>>46065

I'm an early nineties baby, though I have a distinct preference to cloth-backed, despite being around other kids who wore plastic. Though I'm sure it's because I first bought my own diapers when Huggies first went clothbacked and I could just barely fit in size 6, and later when i faked bedwetting and got my parents to get me Goodnites. Have ABU or similiar started (or restarted) a cloth-backed diaper now?

>>46068

Pre-Schools come in Cloth-Backed. The is a thing called Google, you fucking idiot.

>>46081

thanks. I had given up on shopping the last little while. Here's some edutainment for your thoughts

So, mine is pretty boring

I was around 7 when I kept shitting the bed (Im pretty sure I have / had bowel issues) so my parents bought me goodnites. I at first honestly hated them, but began to love them. I found out they grow really big in water, so I began wearing them in baths and loving the feel. I would then hide them in my cabinets. (Bc they were wet, it caused mold.) Parents find thrm and get super pissed at me. I also found out how to yank. (Important later)

Go ahead 1 year, same thing happens. Never bought pull ups again.

Now Im 12 and I begin to jack off again. I find something amazing. Both my grandparents have old people pullups. Sleep over at both there houses and wear pull ups for 5 years.

>be me, now 18

>I have a secret amazon ordered diaper stash

>made this thread.

>be me

>be 10

>wearing pull ups i stole from my younger brother

>i always wet them but never mess

>anyways, reading a book in my room

>have to poop but don't want to take diaper off

>decide to try messing

>pull waistband of pull up open to alleviate pressure or something

>don't even have to push that hard because i already had to go

>do a normal sized poop in pull up

>cool

>let go of waistband and poop squishes my ass

>oh no oh no oh no

>i do not like this

>it feels like wearing underpants filled with Floam (you guys remember that stuff?)

>go to bathoom to get out of pull up

>take off pull-up

>shit shit shit uhhhhh

>empty pull-up into toilet because that's what I thought you did

>put in trash can

>shower all the wet shit off my ass

>nobody ever found out, though I have no idea how

>>46068

>i faked bedwetting and got my parents to get me Goodnites.

Oh man, I thought about doing this so much when I was like 10-12, but I was worried there was no way I'd be able to keep it up. I was way too paranoid as a child. Plus, I slept on the top bunk over my older brother, and I figured he'd get mad at me if I started wetting the bed.

How did it go for you?

>>46096

>>46129

>>shitting the bed

So did you just go to bed like normal and wake up in pooped pants/goodnights? how long did this go on? were you mortified every time it happened, or did it just become normal after a while? how often did it happen? Please, provide details, stories about specific instances, conversations you had with parents/siblings about incidents, anything you've got! You might find this boring, but this is extremely exciting for me.

>>46129

>>46275

Agreed, please provide details on bed messing

anyone know why this thread didnt bump?

>>46318

Bump limit is 300. We need a new thread.

>>46335

https://8ch.net/abdl/res/46498.html