/dpr/ - ABDL: Diapers & Babyplay

OK, here I go.

< went on a trip to Boston as a kid to see relatives

< cousins my age, little older.

< they had pokemon figures before we got them here (Canada, lol)

< we played a game with his team rocket figures and at one point he put a bandaid on Jesse's head and said (in her voice) "ah, why do I have a diaper on my head". I thought it was very funny. He did the same with his Misty figure.

< 20 years later I fap to pokegirl ABDL drawings

< was born with birth defects

< because of that I wear diapers until around age 12

< lots of very embarrassing shit happens because of it in that time

< 10 years later I wear diapers and jerk of in them sometimes and fantasise about being forced back into diapers

>>766

Wow, are you me?

>>birth defects, wore diapers until around 11

>>wore pads and plastic pants after that

>>changed by well-meaning but derpy family (sometimes in public) until 6 or so

>>changed by school principal until 7 or 8

>>many many public accidents

>>classmates knew I was incontinent, teased me endlessly

>>lots of hospital memories involving suppositories, catheters, being changed by nurses, being stripped down for exams, etc

>>constantly humiliated and hated all this at the time but miss it now and feel fucked for feeling that way

also…

>>many memories of being rock-hard during diaper changes and people having to bend my dick down to get the diaper on, or the diaper bursting open later when I got erect

>>didn't understand any of this, i.e. why something I hated also felt good

and…

>>some memories of caregivers checking to see if I was wet by just shoving their hand right the fuck down the front of my diaper and feeling around

>>one particular aunt would coo, "Oh, what's THAT?" when her hand brushed my dick

>>still wonder if this was backhanded molestation

>>actually thought for a long time that just feeling around in the diaper was how people knew if the diaper needed changing

somewhat related…

>>remember I started having orgasms in my diaper around age 6 or 7

>>immediately flooded my diaper during and after the orgasm (presumably piss since I don't know if I was old enough to ejaculate yet)

>>associated coming with peeing and thought I was just having accidents when I came

>>nobody explained any of this

>>brain fucked

this >>766 is intriguing

do you have orgasm by itself or you rub it pretty hard?

>>806

>>changed by school principal until 7 or 8

Yeah, same here, except they were normal teachers (homeroom teachers(?) actually) and it stopped in 2nd grade. However, I cringe every time the memory pops in my mind and I remember being very embarrassed whenever I saw them around the school. I'm not very fond of those memories.

>Wow, are you me?

Well, I didn't say much, it's hard for you to know :). But yes, I can relate to some of the things you say.

>>818

>do you have orgasm by itself or you rub it pretty hard?

What do you mean?

Also, just to clarify it (because the wording is weird), I don't wear diapers 24/7 anymore, only sometimes and as a fetish.

>Grew up in the middle of nowhere, only kid my age within walking distance is a girl cousin about a year older.

>Since we're kids, parents don't mind sleepovers or if we sleep in the same bed.

>Play "house" a bunch, switching off pretending to be baby and parent. A lot of pretend changing diapers, ended up progressing to "show me yours and I'll show you mine"

>Cousin has bedwetting issues. To embarassed to wear to bed when I'm over, leads to fights with her parents.

>Around 8 years old, I offer to wear one too to make her fear better

>Start out getting ready for bed separately. Progresses to playing house with real diapers.

>Puberty starts to hit before we're old enough for our parents to think it's inappropriate to share a bed

>Getting ready for bed one night. I'm 10, she's 11, playing house. She pulls off my underwear and I have a boner

>Hand on it to get it out of the way, feels great

>Finishes putting mine on, gives the bulge a goodnight kiss

>Make comment about her already being wet when I put hers on. No idea how girls work at the time, so I didn't know what was going on.

>Go to bed, just diaper and t-shirt for both of us, like normal

>Wake up in the middle of the night, face to face. She's awake too.

>"Are you hot right now?"

>Fuck yes I am

>Both take our shirts off. First time seeing boobs. Can't stop looking.

>Arm around me, pulls me in.

>First kiss

>Rest of the night making out, dry humping through diapers. Playing house and sucking tits for the first time.

>She had already wet by then. Get her diaper off and she starts masturbating.

>Make out until she finishes, diaper her up

>My turn

>Takes my diaper off, starts playing with my dick in one hand, rubbing her diaper with the other

>Takes it in her mouth

>First blowjob

>I don't finish because the pipes aren't even working yet, but it was great

>Diaper back up and put our shirts on, go back to sleep

>Wake up in the morning and make out a little more, eventually get dressed and go home.

I ended up not hanging out with her for a couple of months after just due to vacations and stuff. By the time we could again she'd gotten her first period and out parents realized we were old enough that we shouldn't sleep together.

Obviously huge diaper fetish after that. A ton of my sexual fantasies still revolve around her, and the ones that don't are still usually taking place in her bedroom. She didn't stay pretty in adulthood unfortunately, so those fantasies are about us as teenagers.

This takes place during a 2 week long high adventure trip for scouts back when I was probably 14 or 15.

We had spent the last week and a half canoeing down some river, and despite filtering our water and using a UV sterilizer, some of us still got a bit sick. I never saw any evidence of this until we were driving home, and had stopped at a McDonalds to eat. There was a line to use the bathroom, and one of the other kids in front of me (who was probably about 13 at the time) was getting noticeably desperate, even to the point of near panic. He was asking if he could just use the womens bathroom, but it was pretty busy so we said no. After a few more minutes, the following exchange happens between us

>>other kid: (in a shocked voice, quiet) "oh shoot I just crapped my pants!"

>>me: what? (I heard him perfectly well, I just didnt know what else to say)

>> "oh, uh, nothing"

So yeah, a kid literally had an accident and pooped himself a few feet in front of me.

< was potty-trained before forming memories

< no idea how my parents did it, but one of my earliest memories was being <2 yrs old and standing up to pee off the deck

< never form an association between diapers and childhood/incontinence

< constantly fascinated by them and wishing I could wear them, but knowing I shouldn't

< remember having company as a kid – parents and two children (older than me) who were bed-wetters

< stole their Pull-Ups and hid them in my drawers so I could wear them in secret

< Mom finds them one day – tell her it must have been a prank from those bed-wetting kids

< she let it go and I remember thinking that it was a brilliant excuse, but in retrospect think she suspected me

< have cousin who can't keep her pants on

< always pumping out baby girls

< one gets old enough to be in Pull-Ups

< I'm 8 or 9 and am just dying to wear some

< wake cousin (between 3 and 5) up in the middle of the night

< tell her I'll let her wear grown-up underwear if she lets me wear her diaper

< make the trade and heart rate increases; I'm absolutely giddy

< try to trade back, but she says she wants a new diaper

< beg her to just put this one back on

< refuses and runs to get her father for a new diaper

< rush back to bed and pretend to be asleep – hopefully he'll think she had a dream or something

< remember seeing him standing a few meters away, staring at me for a good few minutes

< always treats me like a molester after that

< I'm 27 now and she's 22ish and I wonder if she remembers that

I'll share a few more

>>seven or eight years old

>>still wearing diapers 24/7 (as referenced in >>806)

>>neighbors come over to play with our sweet-ass He-Mans

>>one of them casually opens up my dresser drawer

>>sees my underwear drawer filled not with underwear, but stacks and stacks of Pampers

>>my heart stops

>>"Anon, do you wear DIAPERS?!"

>>"Um… no. They're my little sister's."

>>obviously don't have a little sister

>>neighbor boys are stupid

>>somehow, they believe me and/or literally forget it happened

Here's another…

>>again, seven or eight years old

>>riding the school bus

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

>>she grabs and pulls on it, essentially giving me a diaper-wedgie

>>"Hey, everybody, anon wears DIAPERS!"

>>I insist that I don't (even though I obviously do)

>>other kids tease me, tell me to prove it by pulling my pants down

>>I pretend I won't do it because I'm afraid I'll get in trouble with the oblivious bus driver

>>worried the big kids will pull my pants down

>>they don't quite have the nerve to do that but the teasing continues until we move and I don't have to ride the bus anymore

>>side note: it was a long bus ride so I was pretty much always soaked

Another school bus story

>>morning, waiting for the bus

>>soak my diaper

>>mom already changed me, I know she'll be pissed

>>don't say anything, decide I'll just wait until I get to school so the principal or a teacher can change me

>>flood my diaper again when I get on the bus

>>diaper isn't tight enough, feel pee running down my legs

>>an older girl sees and starts teasing me

>>I say, "The seat was wet," i.e. I pretend my pants are wet from the snow (it's winter and the bus seats are wet anyway from people putting their feet up)

>>"No, you MADE it wet!!!"

>>another older girl: "You can sit here, anon. This seat's dry."

>>nicer girl is popular so (for that day at least) the others stop teasing me

>>still soaked when I get to school

>>blushingly tell my teacher (who is also the principal, btw)

>>she changes me very reluctantly

Technically, they were supposed to call my mom if I need to be changed, and only change me themselves in emergencies. In practical terms, of course, that was never going to work because it was about a half-hour drive from my house at the time to my school. My mom still showed up at lunch to change me, but the principal and at least one other teacher usually ended up changing me once a day, too.

One last school bus memory…

>>again, around eight years old

>>an older girl sitting in front of me stands up, turns around, and calls out to one of her friends at the back of the bus.

>>"Hey, Lisa [or whatever her name was], look at THIS!"

>>reaches into her bookbag and pulls out a rumpled, shitty diaper. Unfolds it and holds it up, laughing

>>not actual shit, I'm sure, probably a prank or something

>>still, I instantly panic, afraid she got a hold of one of my old soiled diapers somehow

>>slump down in my seat

A have a ton of school memories involving diapers, too, of course. This is back when Pampers were loud as fuck, so every time I got out of my seat, I was pretty sure the whole room could hear me crinkle.

Plenty of weird/awkward/semi-inappropriate memories of being changed by aunts and cousins, too.

>>1362

Eh, here's a few more, since I have some free time and the caffeine's kicking in.

>>age 6 to age 11

>>skinny kid but diapers are still getting tighter and tighter

>>that daily feeling of panic when I'm walking around the classroom and I feel the diaper pop open inside my jeans

>>start wearing underwear AND plastic pants to try and keep the diapers in place (and conceal the crinkling)

>>accidents are so common that they can't even really be called accidents, since I'm soaked/messy pretty much every day

>>teased constantly

>>don't tell my parents because I don't want them to worry, plus I'm embarrassed/ashamed, and I think they can't/won't help anyway

>>mom has a special bag for my soaked/soiled underwear and washes them but never asks how I'm doing or points out the obvious fact that I'm almost as incontinent as a newborn

>>at some point, probably around age 9 or 10, I start wetting myself on purpose as soon as I get home and wondering why something I hate also feels good in the right setting

>>hear other kids talking about masturbation but I don't really like touching my dick half as much as the feeling of wetting myself

>>scary hospital memories and memories of being changed from a few years earlier (especially memories of being changed in public, or things being put into my diaper*) start to pop into my head all the time

>>"wtf is wrong with me…"

*All throughout my childhood, I had this recurring muscle-memory or something of stuff being poured into my diaper, plus this bizarre fantasy of people using my diaper like a trash can (or urinal) while I was wearing it, and especially this fantasy of table scraps being casually scraped into my diaper while I shamefully hold it open. I'm sure some of this is hospital-related (invasive exams, catheters, suppositories, etc), maybe spurred on by those early Pampers commercials in which they test absorbancy, plus memories of my mom sometimes squirting baby lotion down into my diaper after she changed me. But I also have VERY dim memories of someone sweeping the floor and jokingly emptying the dust pan into my diaper instead of the trash can (probably when I was between 2 and 4), and another dim memory of seeing someone jokingly dump food into a cousin's diaper around that time too (and worrying it would happen to me), but those are very faint and probably exaggerated. Anyway, whatever first started it, I also had this practice of "masturbating" by putting toys in my diapers and walking around so they'd, well, rub against my skin. Fucking weird, I know.

>>age 8 or 9

>>store is sold out of boys' diapers so my parents buy me pink Pampers instead (verified the type and year after some research)

>>mortified

>>dad sees me walking around in a pink diaper and teases me a little, but stops when I freak out

>>ironically, after that, I start suggesting my mom buy girls' Pampers instead of boys–not because I like them better, but because it occurs to me if someone sees them in the shopping cart, they won't think they're for me

>>1364

>>around 12 years old

>>wearing totally inadequate pads and plastic pants so accidents are actually a lot worse

>>miss the softness/comfyness and security of diapers like crazy

>>at some kind of derpy church luncheon or something and see a clean diaper sitting on a shelf by the kids' coat racks (probably dropped out of a diaper bag and just tossed up there)

>>strongly tempted to take it and put it on but afraid I'll get caught "stealing"

Side note: my parents obviously weren't the brightest when it came to this stuff. I realized later that in addition to the stupidity of giving dinky little pads to a kid who's basically still 80% incontinent, the pads were "flow-through," meaning they were only meant to be worn in diapers anyway. In addition to realizing this because of the fact that I daily came home with my underwear wringing-wet, I read the instructions on the back of the package, which reinforced the realization that I was definitely supposed to still be in diapers.

>>twelve or thirteen years old

>>accompany mom to pharmacy

>>still naively think they don't make diapers for adults or "big kids" or else I'd be wearing them

>>turn and glance down an aisle, see tons of adult-sized diapers

>>pulse races, dick twitches, super-tempted to suggest she buy me some but don't have the nerve

>>age fourteen or fifteen

>>still no internet access in my rural dumbfuck town so I don't know that abdl/tbdl is a thing

>>have raging fetishes for big tits, hospital play, bondage/genital "torture" (side note: I was circumcised at age seven and it was a horror story, but I'll save that for now), watersports, and of course, all things diapers

>>overhear my grandpa making fun of a younger male cousin who has some of my problems (though not nearly as bad) and still wears diapers at seven

>>feelsbadman

>>very limited access to porn so desperately browsing through women's magazines for anything even vaguely sexual

>>come across two stories that catch my attention: one about moms who get off on breastfeeding, and other (probably a goofy survey) that says that a certain tiny percentage of moms admit to getting turned on while changing diapers

>>feel my brain eroding further

Damn, sorry for the long posts! I guess all this shit gave me a sharing fetish, too.

>>1365

no need to apologize for long posts, I for one enjoy reading these.

>>1362

How likely is it that they definitely did believe you, but didnt want to make you feel bad so they pretended like they bought the whole "there for my sister" thing?

>>1372

>>How likely is it that they definitely did believe you, but didnt want to make you feel bad so they pretended like they bought the whole "there for my sister" thing?

Normally, I'd say they were just trying to be nice. But these guys were total jerks, and really only played with me because I was the only one who lived nearby, so I can't imagine them doing that. I've often wondered if someone took them aside and warned them not to say anything, but I never told my parents about it and there was no one else there. I think, unbelievable as it sounds, that they just forgot (they weren't the brightest). Looking back, I still can't believe I didn't get endlessly roasted for that, though. I mean, that drawer was stacked FULL of old-fashioned Pampers, not a pair of underwear in sight.

Anyway, if anyone has questions, I'm glad to answer. Or else we can just swap crockpot recipes, too. Whatevs.

>>girl cousins?

>>1374

Not sure if you're referring to >>Plenty of weird/awkward/semi-inappropriate memories of being changed by aunts and cousins, too

but yeah. My mom had a lot of health problems too and my dad was always working 2-3 jobs, but I come from a huge family so I was often left in the care of aunts or a couple cousins who were older than me (so I thought of them more as aunts anyway), plus a couple uncles who never actually changed me but definitely let me see watch some impressionable shit that I was waaaaay too young for.

Anyway, yeah–there were two older female cousins who babysat me a few times. One was nice, no major standout memories besides her being smiling and gentle and funny. I remember her giving me a bath when I was 4 or 5 but I don't actually remember her touching me very much. (In fact, I knew this is a glitch in my memory but I always mistake her for the nice girl on the school bus from >>1362 even though I knew it wasn't the same person.)

The other cousin was MOSTLY nice but occasionally a bitch and she really hated changing diapers and would tease me a bit for it. One stand-out memory is from when she was watching me at her house one day, shortly after I started kindergarten (I'm sure about the timing because she asked me if the kids at school knew I wore diapers). At some point, a friend of hers came over. I remember my cousin announcing to her friend that I wore diapers and me being mortified, and them arguing (joking?) over who was going to change me when I needed it. I also remember one of them (not sure which) asking me if I was a baby, me saying no, and her saying, "Then why do you wear diapers?" and that conversation repeating a few times.

Eventually they probably saw me getting upset and toned it down. I don't think the friend ever actually changed me, though my cousin did eventually change me in front of her (I specifically remember turning my head and seeing the friend looking down at me, kind of smiling/laughing and shaking her head). And I remember it feeling kind of odd and painful when my cousin taped the diaper on. After they put me in a new diaper, they left my pants off (probably just forgot). By then, though, I wasn't quite as shy.

A little while later while we were playing some kind of board game, I felt my diaper getting wet (and probably liked how it felt), and suddenly my diaper just popped open. They both laughed. (Side note: I don't know if I was still peeing when the diaper burst open but I didn't make a mess, so I'm guessing not.) I didn't understand at the time but I think it was because I was stiff as a sprinkler and they were still trying to fit me in baby-diapers.

Anyway, this next part is more clear in my memory. Instead of putting me in another diaper, they got a roll of scotch tape and just wrapped it around and around my diaper a few times to hold it on. That made it extra tight and made me feel more self-conscious for some reason. I remember later, kind of shyly telling/reminding her I was wet, but she didn't want to mess with all the tape. What's weird is that I think she said she could just pull down the diaper like a pair of underwear, but underwear freaked me out for some reason, so I didn't want her to do that. So she put my pants back on instead. I quickly forgot about needing to be changed (I basically leaked 24/7 so I was used to feeling damp).

After a while, my grandma came to pick me up (my mom was still in the hospital for a couple days). I don't remember how it got brought up but she asked if I needed to be changed (or maybe she asked my cousin if she'd changed me) and my cousin said I didn't want to be changed. My grandma must have looked mad because my cousin's friend piped in and backed her up. So my grandma asked me if I was wet. Naturally, I said yes. Grandma said she'd do it when we got to her house. Not sure when she noticed the tape but I definitely remember that when we got to my grandma's, instead of her trying to peel open the diaper, she just took a scissors and cut it down the side (I remember the coldness of the scissors and being scared), then put me in a new diaper.

Side note: my uber-taped diaper became a fun family story that I must have heard my grandma tell half a dozen times after that.

I also vaguely remember an earlier time (I'm guessing I was only 3 or 4) when I was in desperate need of a change (wet and messy both) and someone (not sure who, but I'm 60% sure it was the same cousin) just put another clean diaper on over the dirty one. I remember being confused because I could still feel the wet/messy diaper rubbing against my skin, even though the diaper on the outside was obviously clean. Not sure how that incident ended (who eventually changed me, if she got in trouble, etc) because like I said, that one is pretty foggy.

I shared my story in the old thread (the one of the original 8Chan), but I will repost it with better details about it.

>be the 9 y/o me

>Zoomer, born in 2000

>basically I was your typical autistic kid with geek preferences (anime, vidya, Sci-Fi books, etc)

>be the bullyed and ostracized kid of the classroom

>at some point I started wetting my bed unconsciously

>I never understood why

>as expected, mom and dad scolded me for a couple of weeks due to that

>they raised three kids before (my siblings) and none of them had nocturnal enuresis

>even for being mid-2000's and having internet at home, there was no "googling culture"

>when my dad got enough of my bullshit, some day he bought baby diapers so I can stop soiling the bedsheets and the mattress

>I was shocked, at that age it was the most horrible humiliation

>when it was bedtime, my dad asked me to lie down in my bed so he can put me a diaper

>I ran away from him

>he chased me all over the house

>it may sound funny, but for me it was the most traumatic scene of my life, because it implied that my older siblings would mock me

>finally, my dad catches me in the dinning room

>he takes me to my room, my sisters are watching me

>it's nothing erotic, it's humiliating because they are laughing

>they laugh at the "big baby of the house"

>I cry

>due to that experience, I have a weird diaper fetish

This other story does not involve diapers, but it's the reason for why I like pantypooping and messing my diapers:

>be the 6 y/o me

>visiting my Protestant uncles

>at the end of the visit I had the urge to take a shit

>I made it to the bathroom, but for some reason I just stood in front of the toilet

>I started pushing my butt muscles, I felt how the shit was getting through my anus

>push until there was no shit

>I didn't even cleaned myself

>my uncles decide to take us home with their car

>when we got near our house my mom smelled something bad

>it was me

>they obviously scolded me for that, because I was supposed to be potty trained at the time

>>1365

>80% incontinent

What caused your incontinence? Are you still incontinent?

>>>overhear my grandpa making fun of a younger male cousin who has some of my problems (though not nearly as bad) and still wears diapers at seven

Yeah, things like that feel bad. It reminds you of the times you were laughed at for wearing diapers or at the very least you feel uncomfortable because it's almost like they are making fun of you indirectly.

>>1364

>>>age 6 to age 11

>>>skinny kid but diapers are still getting tighter and tighter

>>>that daily feeling of panic when I'm walking around the classroom and I feel the diaper pop open inside my jeans

Fuck, that's me. They popped everyday and it put so much stress on me knowing that at any point my diapers would just break apart and leave me completely unprotected and/or fall down one of my legs. However, I continued to wear those until I started wearing underwear because anything else wouldn't be practical since I couldn't (can't) control my bladder (or bowels for that matter) at all.

>>1362

>>>reaches into her bookbag and pulls out a rumpled, shitty diaper. Unfolds it and holds it up, laughing

I remember something somewhat related happening to me.

>nine or ten years old

>one day at school I change my diaper like I would normally do

>this time, however, I do it in the locker room's bathroom

>when I finish, I put the diaper in a plastic bag, I tie it so it cannot be opened and I throw it away in the bin

>later that day we have PE, so me and all the boys in my class go to the locker room

>at this point I completely forgot that there was one of my used diapers in there

>one of the kids goes up to the bin and starts looking at it

>I suddenly remember what I did that morning and instantly start panicking, however calm myself down by thinking that there is no way someone would reach into the bin to pick up a suspicious looking package

>he actually does just that and throws the diaper (he didn't know what it was) to someone else

>the diaper flies around the room for a while until they get bored and put it back were it was

They played with my diaper without knowing it and although they probably did it for a minute or even less, for me it felt like an hour.

>>>"No, you MADE it wet!!!"

I also used the weather as an excuse for being wet once or twice.

>ten or eleven years old

>sitting in class

>at some point I flood my diaper

>to try and conceal it I pull down my pants a bit and sit on the edge of the chair

The reason for that is that when my diaper started leaking, it would only wet the top part of my pants, so when I had to get up (maybe to go to break or to the bathroom) I could pull my pants up and the wet part would be covered by my sweater or t-shirt. Sitting on the edge of the chair would also help since I wouldn't be applying any pressure on the soaked part of the diaper, thus preventing it from leaking faster. The story continues:

>it seems to work at first

>I didn't notice but at some point the diaper started leaking more than it should and I made a puddle right beneath my chair

>the girl sitting next to me notices the puddle and asks me about it

>as soon as I see it I start freaking out but I try to look relaxed as if it didn't have anything to do with me

>I'm sitting next to an open window so I tell her that the rain must have got in and that it made a puddle

>she obviously doesn't buy it because it's a bullshit excuse but she is nice and doesn't ask further questions

>I put my backpack on top of it to cover the mess and move on to something else

>>1428

>>1365

Did either of you (Or anybody else, for that matter) grow up where there was snow? Did you have any experiences involving diapers in the winter/under a snowsuit? I would imagine it would make it a bit less nerve-wracking, since the snow pants would cover up the noise, and it would probably make any leaks less noticeable and/or easy to explain away.

>>1428

>>What caused your incontinence? Are you still incontinent?

A stack of birth defects but the most prominent is scoliosis. The problems got better with time, especially once I got on medication. These days, I don't need medication anymore and I'm mostly okay, though I'll still have spells where my bladder control seems to randomly regress for a few days.

>>Fuck, that's me. They popped everyday and it put so much stress on me knowing that at any point my diapers would just break apart and leave me completely unprotected and/or fall down one of my legs.

Sorry to hear that! Yeah, that's why I wore underwear and/or plastic pants over the diaper. I can't remember whose idea that was but I know I was definitely just wearing diapers when I was in kindergarten, but started wearing the extra layers when I went into first grade. I remember feeling embarrassed about it because on the one hand, it made me feel like my control was getting worse instead of better. On the other hand, paradoxically, wearing underwear over the diaper made me feel a bit more like a "big boy."

>>I also used the weather as an excuse for being wet once or twice.

Yeah, I hated winter because I associated being wet (even if it was just snow) with accidents; on the other hand, though, it made it a lot easier to conceal the accidents. I remember walking around the classroom with openly wet pants a few times, but all the other kids were in wet pants from playing outside too so nobody thought anything of it.

But yeah, I became an expert at covering my accidents with untucked shirts. Whenever my mom bought me clothes, I specifically made sure my shirts would reach to the crotch if necessary (which it always was). Sometimes, especially if I'd wet in class and didn't want to risk getting up before recess, I'd press the shirt against my wet pants and the shirt would get wet, too. Looking back, I can't believe my teachers didn't make a bigger issue of it. They had to notice.

>>1448

>>Did either of you (Or anybody else, for that matter) grow up where there was snow? Did you have any experiences involving diapers in the winter/under a snowsuit?

Yeah, I had a love/hate thing with snow pants. To me, they felt/sounded like full body diapers so I was extra shy/embarrassed when I had to wear them, but they were also good to hide my actual diapers. The problem was when I got so soaked that my diaper leaked. Those times, I'd go back in from recess, take off my snow pants, and find my jeans totally soaked. I remembering trying to play it off like snow had gotten into my suit but at least once, my classmates weren't buying it and teased me for having an accident.

>>1448

It did snow every winter when I was growing up, but not enough to wear a snowsuit. I did however wear them when we did skiing trips with the school, but I didn't feel like they made any difference compared to just wearing normal pants. Maybe that's because in my case noise was not an issue to begin with and because I was decent at concealing wet clothes (always wearing over sized sweaters, t-shirts, etc). Also, the diapers didn't leak everyday and many times when it happened it wasn't that bad.

>make any leaks less noticeable and/or easy to explain away.

I don't remember this being a problem because I think most times they didn't ask about it. Perhaps because they already knew what it was and didn't feel like teasing me, or maybe because the pants I wore were dark enough that it wasn't that noticeable.

If you want to ask anything else I can maybe give you an answer.

>>1452

>Looking back, I can't believe my teachers didn't make a bigger issue of it. They had to notice.

Same here. Many of my teachers knew about it but I wonder if the ones that didn't know ever noticed anything. Didn't your parents talk with the principal or something so you didn't need to ask for permission to use the bathroom and things like that? I mean, some of your teachers probably did notice but didn't say anything because they knew about your issues and didn't want to make you feel bad.

>>Didn't your parents talk with the principal or something so you didn't need to ask for permission to use the bathroom and things like that?

My mom arranged for the principal to change me when I was in kindergarten and first grade (though another version I've heard from my family is that they were just supposed to call my mom to drive to school and change me when I needed it, which is of course absurd). Later, they left diapers/pads in a special bathroom and the teachers knew to let me go use it whenever. Of course, the kids saw me going in there too, which increased the teasing, so a big part of each day was trying to figure out the best time to go when no one would see me.

>>1480

>Later, they left diapers/pads in a special bathroom and the teachers knew to let me go use it whenever.

I had a similar arrangement. In 1st and 2nd grade (and also in preschool) one of my teachers would change me whenever I needed. Then, when I was older the school let me use the teacher's bathroom but I think I had to ask for the key to open the door every time, which made it even more embarrassing. Like you, I always tried going whenever the corridors were empty and if I saw someone nearby I would just go to the normal bathroom to wait until no one could see me. At some point the school even let me use a different changing room than the rest of the class, which ended up being worse than changing with everyone else because it was of course hard to explain.

>>1483

Yup, sounds like we had a pretty similar situation. I hated being spotted coming out of the teachers bathroom. I remember a few times, to try and quell the rumors that I wore diapers, I'd let myself be seen sitting on the toilet in the regular bathroom (they didn't have stall doors, if you can believe it). Of course, I still had a diaper (or pads), but I was wearing underwear over it, so they'd just see the underwear pulled down around my legs.

One big difference I guess is that I had to start changing myself when I was in second grade. Looking back, I remember hating it when I had to start changing my own diapers, but also being a little embarrassed being changed by others, so I'm not sure whether that was good or bad. The last year or so I was being changed by others, I definitely remember being erect all the time (though not understanding why), and given the fact that I started having confused/shameful orgasms in my diapers when I was 7 or 8, and thinking at first that was just some kind of accident (though I think I was probably still too young to actually ejaculate), I guess it was a good thing?

I'm curious what you did when you got a little older. I used pads in the teachers bathroom until 12 or 13, but then I started middle school elsewhere and I didn't want to keep pads in my locker (since we shared lockers) so I basically tried to make due with just whatever I wore in the morning. I'd often wear two or even three pads in the morning and take them off as they got wet. That mostly worked okay, but if I had a huge bladder spasm and flooded my pants, the pads couldn't hold up and I'd be untucking my shirt (and/or hiding in the bathroom until they dried). Inevitably, that happened once or twice per week. Looking back, I'm amazed I didn't get caught all the time. But by middle school, most of the kids who knew I wore diapers until 2nd or 3rd grade weren't around anymore, and nobody at the new school (even my friends) knew I had very little bladder control. Of course, the trade-off to being ultra-good at hiding things is that I was incredibly shy and anxious all the damn time.

>>1491

>I'd let myself be seen sitting on the toilet in the regular bathroom (they didn't have stall doors, if you can believe it).

That's interesting. When I was ~6 or 7 years old I was "afraid" of going to the bathroom at all, and I felt like the more time I spent in there, the bigger the chances they would realise I was wearing diapers. I never went to the bathroom unless I really needed to. Also, about the last part, my school was like that. The bathroom for the younger kids only had one stall that could be closed and the rest were toilets that weren't even inside a stall.

>One big difference I guess is that I had to start changing myself when I was in second grade.

That might have been the case for me too. I honestly cannot remember when I had to start doing it on my own, only that it was around that time.

>but also being a little embarrassed being changed by other, I definitely remember being erect all the time

Yeah, it got pretty embarrassing towards the end of it. I also remember having a lot of erections, but never while being changed by a teacher, although maybe I forgot. Like you, some of the first orgasms I had also happened around that time while wearing diapers, but I never thought it was an accident.

>I'm curious what you did when you got a little older.

I stopped wearing diapers when I was 11 or 12, and then I used pads until the end of middle school, or perhaps one year before that, when I started using only normal underwear. I never changed pads while in school, so I tried to make what I wore in the morning last for the whole day, and that worked good enough for me. They got damp sometimes, but never so much that I needed to change them right away, and if that happened I would remove them completely and pray that I didn't piss myself. Then, in highschool, I didn't wear anything other than my underwear and when I leaked a bit I went to the bathroom and try to dry it with paper towels and such, but somehow no one ever noticed. Also, none of the kids there knew anything about my past or about my incontinence issues, which was quite relieving.

>Of course, the trade-off to being ultra-good at hiding things is that I was incredibly shy and anxious all the damn time.

Same thing happened to me.

Nothing crazy but I thought it's worth sharing.

When I was 12 or 13 I went to sleepover at a friends house who lived right next door. Everything was normal until it was time to go to sleep. His mother came over and told him he had to wear his Goodnites because he is a bedwetter and how he couldn't be trusted to keep his sheets dry. His sister also needed to wear them at night, she was 3 or 4 years younger. All right in front of me. They even asked if I needed one, I said no. He seemed pretty embarrassed at first but accepted it. I wake up in the morning and for some reason he says look what I did in my Goodnites last night. They were soaked and he had messed them and were just sitting in the trash can. He said he woke up wet in the morning and had to mess so he just went in his Goodnites. I really couldn't understand what was happening at the time. I found it very odd and headed home. Ever since that moment I became obsessed with the idea of wearing diapers even though I didn't need them. I just wondered what the feeling would be like. I did some googling on my PSP's internet and found out about what AB/DL is. The rest is history. Since I was 12/13 it must've crossed some wires during puberty, at least that's the only thing that makes sense to me. Wondering if anyone else has similar experiences?

>>1553

I can definitely see how that would cross your wires. It seems like whatever's going on in your life when you hit puberty ends up getting tattooed on your brain (and woven hopelessly into your sex drive). Thanks for sharing.

>>1552

>When I was ~6 or 7 years old I was "afraid" of going to the bathroom at all, and I felt like the more time I spent in there, the bigger the chances they would realise I was wearing diapers

Yeah, I was probably afraid of that, too, but I figured it was worth the risk to try and hide the diaper under the underwear and convince them I was "normal".

My memories of being changed by teachers are pretty vague, too (even more than they should be) so I'm guessing it's something I buried.

Sorry you've had the whole shyness/anxiety thing, too. Mine got quite a bit better once I forced myself to start talking about all this stuff–mostly with friends, though. I tried therapy a couple times and it was kinda meh (just my experience). Even talking online seems more helpful.

>>1576

>hide the diaper under the underwear

My mum once bought me some underwear so could wear it on top of my diaper to hide it whenever I had to change in front of other kids. I, however, refused to try doing that (maybe I actually tried it once, I can't remember tbh) because I thought that the shape of the diaper could be seen regardless. Besides, I always changed clothes/got naked in a way that it was impossible to see anything. I always removed my pants and changed them before removing my t-shirt or removed my pants and diaper at the same time and very quickly, etc.

>My memories of being changed by teachers are pretty vague, too (even more than they should be) so I'm guessing it's something I buried.

Mine are vague as well for the most part, but I get very clear flashes every now and then.

> I forced myself to start talking about all this stuff–mostly with friends

I'm glad you did that, I didn't and I regret it a lot. I also went to therapy for a while, but I was in the wrong mindset then and I was unable to talk about my issues. Sort of like if you don't talk about it it's not real. Of course I never really believed that, however, I was so ashamed of myself and I hated myself so much that talking about it was extremely painful.

>>1608

> I was so ashamed of myself and I hated myself so much that talking about it was extremely painful.

I hear ya, brother. Freud was wrong about plenty of things but he was right when he pointed out the psychological impact of toilet training. Any kind of disability/disadvantage is tough for a kid but being incontinent ups the embarrassment/shame factor by a thousand. I effects your friendships, your feelings of self-worth, your ability (or inability) to be in a romantic relationship, be confident and assertive, etc. Don't hate yourself, though. Less than this has been known to destroy people so if you're still standing, you're good.

did anyone ever wear to school?

If you two could change your life so that you never were incontinent, would you? A lot of us have wanted to be diaper boys for our whole lives, but the reality seems shitty. Was it worth it, so to speak?

>>1620

Hard to say. It was pretty shitty at the time (no pun intended), but it had some benefits, too. Sure, it made me kinda nuts, but it also made me a lot more empathetic/nicer to other people, and in trying to work through this stuff, I learned a lot about myself. And as much as I occasionally feel stupid or ashamed of my kinks, that instant thrill when I put a diaper on is off the charts.

>>1620

I don't know. I've thought about it a lot throughout the years, but giving a definitive answer is harder than it seems. On one hand I would say yes, because that way I probably wouldn't be incontinent now and because growing up wearing diapers wasn't easy at all. However, it also made be a better person in some ways and I think it had a positive impact on my character. Besides, despite all the shit I went through, I didn't have such a bad childhood and now I look at it with nostalgia even though some of the things I've talked about in this thread were at some point uncomfortable memories. I don't think it was worth it, but that doesn't mean I would change it.

>>1625

For how long did you stop wearing diapers (or when did you start using them as a fetish)?

>>1633

It's hard to pin down the time frame because before my parents switched me to pads, I was wearing diapers in my underwear (kind of like pads) for a year or two, but I think I probably quit wearing diapers around 10. I was already kind of enjoying them by that point, though. I'd say by 12, the fetish was full-blown and driving me nuts. Any time I walked past a diaper aisle or saw an aunt with a diaper bag, I desperately wanted to be in diapers again. I felt extremely ashamed and confused about it, though, so that time is a bit of a blur. But I do remember my parents buying diapers instead of pads a couple times, because the store was out of the latter, and literally shaking with excitement as I put a diaper on. Then around 14, I found an old diaper in a drawer (probably mine from years before), and just kept looking at it whenever no one was around, wanting to put it on. I finally did and had an orgasm almost immediately, without even using it or any kind of touching. After that, I was hooked. I swiped diapers from aunts' diaper bags, and even started buying and hiding them in my room (telling the cashier they were for a cousin or something). It was… odd. They felt amazing and exciting, but I always–and I mean ALWAYS–felt terrible and guilty afterwards. Thus began a cycle of buying diapers, using them a few times, loving/hating them, throwing the rest away, trying to be "normal," eventually breaking down and buying diapers again, etc. Looking back, I suspect my parents knew but just didn't say anything.

i was a bedwetter all the way through 8th grade. wore goodnites to school almost every day if i woke up dry.

I never had any actual diaper experiences growing up. I was potty trained before I can remember, but I know I tried peeing the bed on purpose when I was 4 or 5 to try to get put back in diapers, but chickened out before I achieved my goal. I remember trying to get diapers in the house by telling my parents that my sibling wants to wear them but it never worked. And living way out in the middle of nowhere, buying some from the store wasn't an option.

Just a quick one… I remember when I was in the 3-5 range and after messing my diapers, I used to rub them like crazy, my kid-logic being that if I couldn't feel the mess anymore, it wasn't really there. Sometimes, this meant simply reaching back and rubbing the outside of my diaper. At some point, though, I had the bright idea to slide my bottom down the stairs like a dog. My mom was less than pleased by this strategy.

I remember when I was in daycare there was this mentally challenged girl in diapers even though she was our age.

I remember one time one a field trip to the park, the teacher laid her down in the grass and changed her diaper while all the kids gathered around in a circle watching, oohing and ahing.

I remember feeling both intensely embarrassed for that girl and intensely jealous at the same time. I think it’s one of the significant moments of me developing my diaper fetish.

>>1786

That reminds me of something, though the memory is pretty vague.

>>around nine years old

>>summer

>>still incontinent, diapered 24/7 (as referenced by a bunch of memories above)

>>parents send me to some kind of weekend church camp

>>drop me off in the early morning, pick me up around noon

>>don't send extra diapers or anything (I guess they figure they'll just change me when they pick me up)

>>nervous, shy, etc

>>soak diaper

>>diaper leaks

>>try to conceal wet pants by untucking shirt

>>out of either politeness or stupidity, nobody seems to notice

>>later, during recess or something, see the teacher (probably just a church volunteer, more like it) changing a little girl's diaper on the playground

>>don't remember much about her except that she was "too old" for diapers but didn't seem shy about it yet, so I'm guessing she was 5-ish

>>watching along with the other kids

>>fascinated and embarrassed, etc

>>other kids make fun of her (behind her back) which makes me even more self-conscious

Not sure which day I saw the other kid getting changed (if it was the first or second day), but I definitely remember going home in wet pants both days. Also, kind of a side note:

>>kindergarten or first grade

>>parents take me to derpy church picnics pretty often

>>picnics are on the school playground

>>mom routinely takes me behind a tree and changes my diaper

>>remember the feel of the grass, looking around and seeing pine cones and tree roots, etc

>>at least once, a kid wanders up, sees what's happening, and laughs

>>embarrassed

>>"oh anon, nobody cares"

Don't remember who the kid was who spotted me. I do remember he was younger than I was, though, so I'm guessing I was saved by the fact that he was still too young and dumb to form sentences and tell everyone what he'd seen.

first memory of being in nappies was pre-school

>>probably age 5

>>had an accident on the minibus on the way back to the pre-school from a play

>>wasn't allowed to go outside to play and >>instead i was taken inside, washed my pants and shorts and put me in a nappy for the rest of the day

>>cant remember if i liked it or not but it was definitely the event that planted the seed in my head

>>next memory probably age 7 in primary school

>>wet my pants and was put in nappies for a few hours until the washed pants were dry

>>remember how comfy they were and how easy the entire thing was instead having to faff around with toilets

>>eventually made a friend with a girl in my age group and played together all the time, eventually started staying over at her mum's house for weekends or whenever the family went on holiday because i never wanted to go

>>first sleepover i find out she's a bedwetter and gets changed into nappies a few hours before bedtime after baths and changed right before bed if needed

>>shes super embarrassed and i jumped at the opportunity and offered to say so am i so i should wear some

>>highly doubt the mum bought it but she thought it was cute and obliged me

>>every-time i stayed over it was a weekend with the same routine where we had a bath and were both put into nappies right after being dried, drank juice and watched cartoons or films until we got changed before sleeping top and tail in her bed

>>constantly getting told off for staying up late way past that

>>couldn't wait for the next time i could stay over

>>eventually we lost contact because we went to different schools after primary school

>>wonder if she is adbl aswell

>>cut all the way to university

>>stressed to fuck, depressed to no end >>ended up starting to bed wet infrequently, >>decided fuck it lets go all the way

>>confided in my freinds that i'd lost the plot and become incontinent from stress

>>started wearing 24/7 except when i went to visit family

>>eventually had a bit of an existential crisis after nearly 8 years of 24/7 and slowly worked my way out of being basically dependent on them, into pullups and then out of them entirely

queue present day and i now own a house and am definitely gonna start wearing when im at home once i have the money to commit to it

I didn't want to hog the board but since things are slowing down, here are a couple more…

Age 7 or so

>>family trip to an uncle's ski lodge

>>still incontinent as fuck

>>the drive takes all day

>>five of us packed in a car

>>frequent stops for bathroom breaks

>>mom keeps my diapers in her purse but wants me to start changing myself when we're in public

>>shyly tell her I'm wet

>>"Here, anon."

>>tactlessly pulls diaper out of her purse and hands it to me in the parking lot, in front of everyone

>>blush, hide it under my shirt, head for the gas station restroom

>>occupied

>>stand there awkwardly

>>attendant (a grumpy old bastard) sees me acting suspicious and comes up, asks what I have under my shirt

>>can't remember if he makes me lift my shirt or I do it voluntarily, but he sees I have a diaper, says something about me being too old for that, and goes back to work

>>embarrassed, cry in the bathroom but don't tell my parents about it

>>later at the resort, dad tries to get me to go skiing but I'm nervous about changing clothes in the locker room, others seeing me in a diaper, so I stay in the room with my mom

>>for some reason, she goes back to changing me like a baby when everyone else is gone

>>at some point, I shyly confess that I prefer her changing my diapers (though I'm not sure how I phrased it)

>>she says something about how I'm getting too old for this and I need to start changing my own diapers

>>feelsbadman

Later, on the drive back…

>>stop at a rest stop

>>"Come on, anon. I'll change your diaper."

>>perk up, start to feel nervous, not sure why

>>takes me into the ladies room

>>multiple stalls, other women in there

>>feeling super-shy

>>realize I have to go

>>mom has me lie down in a stall, opens my diaper, etc.

>>start to pee a little

>>mom folds the diaper over my dick to soak it up

>>"anon, do you have to go potty?"

>>embarrassed, say no

>>for some reason, she believes me

>>she tapes a dry diaper on me

>>get back in the car

>>try to hold it, no such luck

>>spend the last 2 or 3 hours of the drive in a soaked diaper

>>2075

Age 11 or 12

>>taking a trip to the ski lodge again (another of many)

>>wearing pads and plastic pants now, but frankly still need diapers

>>mom keeps pads in her purse the way she used to keep diapers

>>hands me pads when I need them at gas stations, repeat of previous embarrassment, etc

>>keep thinking back to being in diapers and wishing I were in them again

>>later, playing by myself outside the lodge, in this little wooded area

>>sudden desire to be naked

>>don't know why but I took off my clothes and walked around for a while like a psycho

>>wasn't spotted or anything, but it felt weirdly thrilling just to be naked

Age 12 or 13

>>in the bathroom, looking at the package of thick pads my parents bought me

>>they're called double-doublers, show a big baby on the cover

>>instructions say they're supposed to be worn inside diapers

>>meanwhile, pulse quadruples every time I walk by a diaper aisle or overhear moms talking about changing diapers

>>feel like the whole universe is telling me I should be back in diapers, too

>>wtf, universe?!

Age 16

>>working at a crappy fast food place

>>two co-workers are older single moms

>>one starts talking about how her toddler recently started pulling on his diaper when he needs to be changed

>>big weird grin on her face

>>other mom talks about how she has to constantly check her daughter's diaper because she won't tell her when she's messy, only wet

>>swap tips on diaper cream, homemade remedies for diaper rash, etc

>>whybonerwhy

>be me 10yo

>mom goes back to work in the summer time, hires 14yo girl to watch me at her house during the day.

>14yo girl has little brother, 3yo (or so) still wearing diapers

>neighbor girl and I find ways to pass the time from day to day.

>2 weeks in she asks if I want to play house

>sure

>get told that I have to be the baby. “Ok”

>she asks if I want to wear a diaper. “Sure”

>lays me down and puts pampers on me.

Plastic with Barney on the front. Feels good.

>proceed to play baby

>she asks, don’t you want to try using the diapers? Tries hard and finally ends up Peeing in diaper as she watches. Feels really good. She asks if she can change me into a new diaper.

>throws diaper into little brother’s diaper genie. No one ever knows.

>everyday forward she would put a diaper on me and we would play house.

>week 3, asks to pretend breast feed me. I agree. Takes shirt off. Diamonds in my diaper. She enjoys this fact immensely.

>whole summer of diapers and caretaking.

>she tells me she has always felt the need to baby someone.

>school comes around, and it ends.

>they move at Christmas time. No idea where she ended up.

>me, major diaper fetish since

>>2085

Reminds me of something that happened to a female friend of mine. I don't think she has any particular fetish because of it (at least not that she shared), but she told me that when she was around 5 or 6, a high school girl was babysitting her and would force her to play house by nursing on her breasts. She said that's all that happened, i.e. "only" nursing and no other touching, but that it happened a bunch of times. She said she never told her parents and, looking back, just figured the babysitter was lonely/abused and this is how she acted out.

>>around 11 years old

>>still using Depends pads for mild bladder problems

>>drynites don't exist yet

>>going to spend a week with relatives in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere

>>mom doesn't pack enough pads, run out

>>local drugstore doesn't carry them

>>mom: "just use your aunt's menstrual pads, anon."

>>me: "gross, no way!" (or something like that)

>>mom: "okay, diapers then."

>>me: speechless

>>for some reason, tiny drugstore carries adult diapers but not pads

>>mom buys big-ass green diapers that I have to put on extra-tight

>>loud and crinkly

>>younger asshole cousins tease me (until ordered to stop)

>>simultaneously humiliated and turned on for some reason

>>try to use the toilet throughout the day and just wear the diapers in case of dribbling

>>one night, decide to soak them on purpose

>>feels amazing

>>come almost instantly

>>"Wtf?!"

>>luckily have a room to myself so some privacy

>>keep wetting throughout the trip, often while lying in bed

>>fetish born

(tried to get parents to buy me more diapers when we got back home but they refused)

>>also during stay, get seen wearing just a diaper a few times

>>once, a bratty cousin barges in while I'm still in bed and pulls back covers

>>literally the one time I didn't wear pajamas over my diaper

>>embarrassedasfuck.jpg

>>shitty cousin runs around screaming, "ANON'S WEARING A DIAPER!" until stopped/punished by parents

>>another time, I'm changing before bed

>>upstairs bathroom door lock doesn't work (white trash family in shitty house)

>>always stay up late so other cousins will already be asleep (i.e. no risk of them seeing me)

>>adults drinking downstairs

>>have wet diaper off, dry diaper half-on when I hear someone coming up the steps

>>me: "i'm in here!"

>>drunk aunt barges in anyway

>>me, eleven, with a gigantic diaper half-on

>>aunt says she's sorry but she's kinda laughing

>>can't decide if i'm humiliated, turned on, or both

>>kind of want to be seen in a diaper again but resist for the rest of the trip

>>notice aunt smiling a few times when i crinkle by, though it might be imagination

>>kind of leave my diaper sticking out of the back of my jeans one time

>>she tugs on it a little but pulls my shirt down to cover it

>>start to fantasize about being changed, nursed, etc

>>thanksbrain.jpg

(I'm sure my aunt wasn't actually flirting with me or anything. She was probably just trying to make light of it and be sympathetic in a dumbfuck way.)

>>also during trip, at one point go to a shitty kids' movie with family

>>wear extra long shirt to cover pants but still embarrassed going out with a diaper on

>>parents dumb and unsympathetic

>>later in theater, feels weird sitting in the dark in a diaper

>>get idea, start to wet a little on purpose

>>feels great but I stop, not quite ready to come next to my parents

not else very eventful happened but here's the last bit:

>>last day of visit

>>shitty cousins staying up later than usual

>>only been dribbling throughout the day but diaper is soaked by now

>>too nervous to change in upstairs bathroom with bratty cousins running around

>>try to play it cool and wait but can feel diaper starting to leak a little

>>consider quickly changing the diaper in an empty room but cousins keep following me, laughing/teasing me

>>pretend i'm not totally soaked

>>eventually, diaper is reaching critical mass

>>only other bathroom is downstairs, off the kitchen, where adults are drinking/visiting

>>kids have been told not to use that and stay upstairs (not sure if adults were doing drugs or what)

>>eventually slip downstairs with clean diaper under shirt, go into bathroom

>>hear dad make some kind of joke about kids being where they shouldn't be but that's it

>>inside bathroom, untape diaper as quietly as possible

>>put dry diaper on

>>red-faced as fuck when i come out, sure they heard the crinkling

>>aunt and mom smile at me but that's it

>>morning of departure

>>mom (loud and clueless as usual): "do you have a diaper on, anon?"

>>me: "um… yeah, mom."

>>a couple diapers left but leave them at my aunt and uncle's for some reason (which i later regret)

>>long drive home, wet a little

>>stop at a gas station at one point, i go in but wet in the diaper instead of on the toilet

>>almost come but feel guilty, take off wet diaper and just freeball it the rest of the way home

>>dribble a little but parents don't notice

>>start wetting pads on purpose sometimes

>>diaper fetish ever since

>10-11 years old

>still wearing diapers

>going on a trip to a lake with the school

>worried about being seen changing or not being able to do it at all

>luckily, the day goes on normally and somehow I don't soak my diaper

>before we go back they tell us we can go swim in the lake for a while

I knew this was coming, but I thought I would have time to prepare

>cannot go anywhere to take off my diaper

>cannot refuse to go in the lake because everyone is going and they might start asking questions

>anxious because I know that the diaper will absorb a lot of water and they will be able to see the outline through my swimsuit

>accept my fate and go in with the rest of the kids

>feel the diaper swelling up as it fills with water

>no one notices because I make sure the the water covers at least my bottom half at all times

>time to leave

>kids start coming out of the water and I do as well

>the diaper had increased a lot in size and the shape was perfectly visible through the swimsuit

>try to run to where my stuff is as fast as I can

>while this happens I feel extremely humiliated and embarrassed

>quickly change to a new diaper and dry clothes

>on the way back no one says anything about what happened, so I try to convince myself that no one saw anything

>>2172

This is pretty adorable honestly.

Are you a different anon from the 1 or 2 others who were totally incontinent in these threads?

>>2198

Thanks! I had a few posts about childhood stuff earlier but I didn't post this one because it seemed comparatively tame. My family didn't have much tact so stuff like this was very common when I was growing up. I also have tons of memories of public accidents when I was in pads, no diapers, but I rarely post about those since they were more traumatic and didn't directly involve actual diapers.

>>2201

So did you have full blown accidents frequently, or just occasional/constant dribbling? What causes that? (If you dont mind answering, I dont want to bring up memories that you would rather forget or anything).

What does something like this do to you mentally on a hour to hour basis growing up? Like were you just constantly in a state of worry/distress about having accidents? Was it constantly on your mind, or did you have times where you would just be a regular kid who was just sitting there playing with legos and not worrying about wetting yourself?

>>2205

No worries, I'm fine talking about it now, if anyone has questions. I just meant it might not exactly be sexy. Yeah, I pretty much lived in a constant state of anxiety. Messes you up pretty good. I had constant dribbling, but full-blown accidents were very common (to the point were going home in wet pants was more common than going home dry). Naturally, I would try to go to the bathroom as much as I could, but I would have a lot of trouble emptying my bladder. For example, plenty of times I would leave the bathroom and almost instantly have a bladder spasm that would cause me soak my pants, no matter how hard I tried not to. The cause was scoliosis and neurogenic bladder, though I think that was really just more of a catch-all explanation.

>>2219

Aww, that makes me just want to go back and give kid you a hug! Im glad you feel fine with it now though!

Not really Childhood Experience from my life, but I was part of one Childhood Experience tonight.

http://logs.omegle.com/8cb2cbfe19c0c673

A Feels Good kind of chat.

>>2275

Thanks! :)

>>2187

>>1365

Another little one, to keep the thread alive

>>around six years old

>>in kindergarten but on winter break

>>parents going out of town for a few days

>>staying with grandparents

>>grandpa retired, grandma still working

>>grandma helps me in the morning, changes me like a baby, etc, then goes to work at noon

>>left alone with grandpa until evening

>>he's kind of a dick but not too bad

>>instead of having me lie down like grandma does, he changes me standing up (feels weird bc I'm not used to it)

>>grandpa has a big old wood stove

>>always burns my diapers instead of throwing them away

Usually, they threw them away for me, but I definitely remember carrying my wet/messy diaper to the stove a few times, too (either during that stay or maybe just other times we were visiting or they were watching me).

I'd mostly forgotten that until I was a little older and there was a big family gathering with a couple little cousins in diapers, and yeah, Grandpa kept yelling at people for not throwing the diapers in the stove instead of the trash.

>>2297

Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to tag >>2187

>>2297

Another one, since I'm high as fuck

>>second grade

>>mostly changing my own diapers by now

>>definitely shy about my incontinence

>>still dribbling constantly

>>stay in wet diaper until I feel them start to leak

>>mom still sometimes changes me when she comes into my room in the morning

>>wake up to the aforementioned

>>mom notices I’m rashy as fuck

>>”anon, you need to change your diaper every time it’s wet!”

>>ok, if you say so

>>start changing my own diaper, like, every half hour or so

>>”anon, why are you wasting so many diapers?!”

>>”but mom…”

>>”ok, it’s fine, just stay in the same diaper until it’s wet.”

>>how wet?

>>”like it’s about to leak.”

Don't remember what I said after that, but at some point, she tried again to explain again how wet was wet enough. Eventually, we just went back to the old system: either I changed myself when I felt my diaper start to leak, or she’d notice that I smelled–to which she’d smile and say, “You’re peeling paint” and “go change your babboo” (her occasional pet word for diaper when she wanted to soften the blow, I think)

>>1678

Interesting that you wanted to wear them, even though you didn't remember potty training or have any experiences with diapers. What do you think sparked it?

>>1840

>>wet my pants and was put in nappies for a few hours until the washed pants were dry

Wow, you mean this happened at school?

>>every-time i stayed over it was a weekend with the same routine where we had a bath and were both put into nappies

How old were you then? I was bathed/diapered with cousins a few times, but I think that all stopped by the time I was 6 or 7.

>>2302

>Wow, you mean this happened at school?

primary school yeah, people in primary school are between ages 5 and 11, they have nappies in backrooms as a just in case scenario

>How old were you then? I was bathed/diapered with cousins a few times, but I think that all stopped by the time I was 6 or 7.

probably around the same age, 7 or 8 or so. this is going back over 20 years ago, nowadays ill bet parents wouldnt allow it

>>2310

>primary school yeah, people in primary school are between ages 5 and 11, they have nappies in backrooms as a just in case scenario

What? Ages 3-5 (although unlikely) it's somewhat believable because some kids may not be fully potty trained and accidents are much more frequent at that age, but for kids older than that I can't imagine it being a thing anywhere. Most parents would be against it and could even sue the school for putting children into diapers since that can incite bullying and teasing and be very traumatic for the kid.

>>2318

Ha, fair point. As a naive cynic, I assume most people are lying–but I also know from my own childhood experiences just how fucked up things can be (especially when you incorporate uneducated redneck parents), and I'd understand if people didn't believe a lot of what I've talked about either.

>>2310

>>nowadays ill bet parents wouldnt allow it

Yeah, things were very different back then. At least in my family, kids' diapers were often checked/changed by whatever adult (or older kid) happened to be nearby. I was changed without hesitation by a couple teachers, though they were older women from a previous generation that gave zero fucks. Back then, the thought of giving a kid privacy while you changed his diaper probably would have seemed ridiculous. To them, wiping a kid's bottom was like scrubbing a potato in the sink while you carry on a conversation. Hell, I remember being 7+ and my mom reusing the big boxes from my Pampers to deliver stuff to family/friends, hanging out my plastic pants on the clothesline right in front of everyone, etc.

i've just a couple of story where i pee my pants / see someone piss him/her self. Does it interest you folk?

>>2380

yes.

I have a few like that as well, may have told some of these in the past though.

In the first one, I would guess I was probably 3 or 4. Its a really fuzzy memory though. I remember standing in the hallway in our house and just peeing onto the carpet a little bit, then stopping, taking a few steps forward, peeing a little more, then repeating. I have no idea why I was doing this.

Second one: I was probably around the same age, and I was just playing out in our front yard/driveway and I had to go poop, and I remember thinking to myself "I just want to go in my pants this time" and so I just squatted down on the driveway and went. Not sure if I was wearing a diaper/pullups or not. (I was developmentally delayed in a lot of areas, didn't talk until I was 3, was late in potty training, etc)

I also remember another/several time(s) where I apparently had had an accident in my underwear (sometimes pee, sometimes poop) (I don't remember this happening, only the aftermath) and some of the time my mom would ask, kind of frustrated "Do we need to put you back in diapers?" and I remember always wanting to say yes, but I knew that I was supposed to say no, so I always did.

There was also a time in pre-school when I was 4 where I had had an accident during nap time and I remember crying and being taken by the hand by the teacher to the classroom to get my "big red bag" (which everyone had, they contained an extra set of cloths and probably other stuff for "just in case" kind of situations). I remember being upset, but also genuinly confused, because I didn't actually feel like I had had an accident. I dont remember being able to see or feel my pants being wet, and I dont remember feeling or smelling evidence of me pooping myself.

I have a lot of stories from early childhood to high school which I could share if theres interest

>>2405

I would be interested.

>>2408

>>2410

So for me, I've always been into diapers. I was late to potty train, not until age 3 or so and still had accidents after. I remember there being diapers in my grandma's because of my siblings, so I would sneak a diaper and try to put it on and she caught me the two times I tried it. It was so embarrassing. I must have been 4 or 5. Scolded me saying I was too old for it.

I remember in the 90s there being just tons of characters in diapers too, like on Nick or Cartoon Network, which only fueled it for me because I wanted to wear them. I think my early sexual experiences involved thinking about diapers. I recall my heart racing when I'd see one in the trash at a store bathroom. My mother says I had to go into every bathroom as a little boy, even if I didn't need to use them. One time, at my parents, I found a diaper in the trash and press it some, and the smell became more noticeable, which got me excited. I remember the excitement of not wanting to get caught by my family, and my heart racing. It was a sort of hyperfocus, just analyzing the tapes, the crinkling, the smell, etc. I so desperately wanted to wear one.

I have more as well I can type up later, but more school experiences.

Only semi-related but the other day, my cousin found some old childhood pictures and obliviously posted them on Facebook… including one where I'm sitting on my mom's lap, about 2 or 3, wearing a VERY wet diaper. Like, my PJs are bulging out and one whole pant leg is soaked.

>>2413

>> I think my early sexual experiences involved thinking about diapers. I recall my heart racing when I'd see one in the trash at a store bathroom.

Same here. As soon as I entered adolescence, even the sight of a diaper made me blush and feel really… funny.

>>2422

Yeah, and for me, smell played a big factor. If I smelled diapers and powder, I'd get blushy. Doubly so if they were dirty too. The few times I found dirty diapers as a kid, it was the sight and smell of them that got me excited. I would lean forward and smell them, put my face to them. I was a very weird child.

>>2424

Eh, only "weird" in terms of being unconventional to society. For your experiences/kidbrain, it made perfect sense. I was mostly embarrassed when I went to the bathroom in diapers but sometimes I remember filling up my diaper uncontrollably and really liking how it felt, and wondering why. But the brain doesn't give a shit (no pun intended) what society says you should like/dislike.

Just a little one to keep the thread alive (from the guy who had to stay in diapers for medical reasons and whose parents were kinda clueless). I don't remember this one super-well but a few times, I remember being in the bathtub with a diaper on. Specifically, I remember the feeling when the diaper filled up with water and swelled up, and my mom leaning over the tub and kinda laughing and poking at it. Not sure why I would have done this (maybe I had diarrhea and she was worried about me going potty in the bathtub?) but I remember at least once asking her if I could do it again, and her saying no because of how the stuffing leaked out and made a mess. I do remember having mini-flashbacks to this when I wore a diaper under my swim trunks into a hotel pool (probably around age 6 or 7), so I'm guessing that happened earlier around 4 or 5. I have other little flashes of memory related to that but I'm honestly not sure if those are real since they're so vague, though.

>>2428

I wonder how much of my diaper obsession is related to my autism. I have mild aspergers and I think something with sensory was triggered. Wanting to use every public bathroom I saw as a little boy was not typical lol

Not sure if this counts as a childhood experience, it's borderline adult, but when I was 17 I decided I wanted to become incontinent (had been obsessed with it since age 15). I had had continence issues when I was smaller, which I capitalised on (doctor didn't mind I had no medical record of incontinence, as I had two doctors for parents, which meant I had no personal GP). I read a lot of the doctors' manuals and position statements of the medical academies and was able to convince the doctor (it wasn't hard) I had an overactive bladder and nocturnal enuresis.

I wanted an official diagnosis so I didn't feel like a 'liar', which is weird of me but oh well. It's what I wanted, and as the dedicated weirdo I am, I succeeded 100%. Didn't even feel like an act after the first hour with the doc. Whenever I went, I had to be examined at the start, and as it went on I started to wear"the control's become worse". She didn't mind, it was treatment-resistant (for real, in most individuals with OAB 'from childhood', it can't be fixed at all). Feel like it was easier because it was still under 'childhood issues' even when I was 17. I'm now 20, still wear 24/7 for 'medical reasons'. Even was offered one when I went for a surgery a few weeks agoI suppose it must have been listed on the medical records. Am I a retard to have done this?

>>2440

Fuck, it shouldn't be purple. That's meant to be a hyphen, it's put it into HTML somehow. Now I am an actual retard.

>>2441

>>2440

Ha, no worries. Looking back, I really wish I'd done something like this, too. In my case, I really needed diapers, but my family downplayed the problem, causing me to pretend it wasn't a big deal, too (even though it was). Would have been great to be able to wear diapers openly. So you started wearing them regularly after that?

I had a friend growing up who had 2 younger brothers, one of them wet the bed. Somehow this came up in conversation and he told me that he had actually stopped for a while, but then he had asked his parents to wear pullups again because he was afraid of wetting the bed again, so they let him, and after a night or two he started waking up wet again. My friend told me he didnt understand it because he didnt start wetting the bed again until after he went back to wearing pullups. The kid was pretty young, so Im wondering if maybe it really was a "little kid brain suddenly feels afraid of something" deal. Alternatively, maybe he actually was waking up wet a few time before…

Hope we can get things going again. Seems like this thread happened six lifetimes ago.

Just a couple little ones, since it's been a while. I won't greentext, since they're more general. First is when I was 8 or 9. It was toward the end of when my parents changed my diapers. Naturally, being in Smalltown, Nowhere, they didn't have diapers for kids my age, so they were trying to fit me in the biggest Pampers at the store (I specifically remember the big gold box and how I always made sure it was hidden when my friends came over). Well, since the diapers were too small, my dad got in the habit of adding extra tapelike, that wide electrical tapeto each of the diaper tabs, nice and snug, plus one big long piece down the middle, front to back (I guess to keep the diaper from ripping in half, which I remember happening a few times). Didn't think much of it at the time, actually, but looking back, it definitely made the diapers even tighter and more crinkly. I also remember that it made it feel… different when I used them, I guess because they were practically skin-tight at that point.

Another little one, somewhere between age 6 and 8. My grandpa didn't change me often but when he did, he always did it with me standing up, and he usually screwed it up somehow. One time while he was watching me (grandma and parents out), he put half the diaper on backwards, i.e. it got twisted around while he was pulling it up between my legs but he didn't notice. I remember it felt… weird, but everyone thought it was hilarious when they got there.

>>2466

> One time while he was watching me (grandma and parents out), he put half the diaper on backwards, i.e. it got twisted around while he was pulling it up between my legs but he didn't notice.

That twist is one way to fold cloth diapers, so it's possible he got mixed up and didn't realize how to use a disposable.

>>2467

Yeah, could be. I remember him pushing it through and awkwardly pulling it up. Even as a kid, I could tell he didn't really know what he was doing. It's foggy as to whether or not I actually used the diaper. Obviously, a heavy wetting would have been a disaster. But I'm guessing I dribbled a little, which leaked (since the plastic was on the inside).

when i was around 8 i still had some huggies in a closet from my brother who was recently trained. My cousin came over to stay and found them. I joked with my cousin about how humiliating it would be to be pranked and wearing those diapers while asleep..at some point while i was sleeping,he put one on me and took pictures…secretely i enjoyed it but i kept telling him he shouldn't be doing this to me and congratulated him on a well done prank. everytime he stayed over after this, i always endedup diapered….even when the supply at my house was out, he found baby diapers from somewhere else and brought them. Before we went to sleep each night, he would pull out the diaper and say "you know you will end up in it by morning"..and i would say no i will not….but knew i would be