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THIS STORY IS TRUE UP TO THE POINT WHERE HE IS DIAPERED AT AGE 24 BY HISMOM AND AUNT. EVERYTHING BEFORE THAT IS 100% TRUE.       My story begins like many others. I was forcibly potty trained at a very young age,and as a result, my ability to be dry at night wasn't quite as good as it needed to be. Mymother used cloth diapers and felt children had to be completely train by 18 months. Shejust would not accept the fact I wasn't wetting the bed on purpose, and decided it wasbest to punish me for it. Mom was one of those "punishment should fit the crime" people,and for that I paid dearly. I don't remember much about the younger years, but the yearsafter age four were very clear. Looking back on my life I would have probably been muchdifferent if she had been more patient with me.
Whenever I woke up with a wet bed she would get very angry and tell me to go to myroom. There I had to remove my pants, underpants and socks, and that she'd be in to talkto me in a while I would sit on my bed and wait for her to come up. Sometimes she'dmake me wait for hours, just sitting there in my room bare-bottomed. I guess that was tomake me sit and think about how bad I had been. Once she'd finally come to my room shewould lecture me and then spank me very hard with a belt. Then she would go aboutputting me in a cloth diaper and plastic pants. She would always make a big deal out ofputting a diaper on me. I was always told that big boys didn't wet the bed, and that onlybabies wore diapers. She'd always fold the diapers together in front of me making sure itswas at least three diapers thick. I was always diapered just like you would a baby, with myankles being held together and lifted up while a diaper was slid under me. She alsoalways made a big deal out of showing me the little duckies or bunnies on the safetypins, which I felt she did to add the whole event.
I would lay on my bed and cry as I was diapered . Once properly diapered she wouldtake me by the hand and lead me around the block in just my diaper and T-shirt. I wouldbe crying hysterically by the time we would get back home. My friends would all laugh atme and only make matters worse. My diaper punishment would usually last around aweek. I was diapered 24/7 during my punishments. During diaper punishment, I wouldhave to remove my pants to go play with a friend if it was summer. If we were at a familygathering she made me pull down my pants and show everyone my diapered behind,telling everyone how I had wet the bed. I can still remember the look of embarrassmentmy grandmother had every time I had to show her my diapers. If I had to go to thebathroom while being punished, I would have to ask my mother to remove my diaper, so Icould go potty. I would go potty and then have to go to her to get rediapered.
Wetting a diaper, while being punished, or having a daytime accident, by wetting mypants, was a whole different ballgame. She would do something called remedial pottytraining for this offense. When she would put me into her remedial potty training, shewould either diaper me and tell me I had to wet it, or if I already had a diaper on shewould leave me in it for hours until it was drenched. I wasn't allowed to use the toilet andhad to do all my potties in my diapers. She would leave me in a wet and soiled diapersuntil I had developed a bad diaper rash and then spank me. Boy did I hate gettingspanked while I had diaper rash. I can still remember how nasty it felt to have acompletely soiled and soaked diaper on my bottom for hours on end. She felt that theonly way for me to learn was to understand how it felt to be cold and wet, with a dirtylump in the back of my diaper. Poop all smashed and crusted to your butt is really gross!!
I would beg her to change me but she never would until she was good a ready.She would just laugh at me and tell me I had earned it. Remedial potty train would last fora month and I was diapered full time. I also had to hand wash all my own diapers in thetoilet until she felt they were clean enough. I had a special butter knife under the sink toscrap the poop out of the diapers and then I had to rinse then in the toilet. Once she feltthey were clean enough she'd get out the old-fashioned wash bucket and make me scrubthem on the wash board until they were snow white again. Then I would have to hangthem out to dry on the clothes line outside. The last week of remedial potty trainingconsisted of sitting on a potty chair for three hours at a time for three times during theday . A total of nine hours a day sitting in the bathroom on a potty chair. I learned thatcleaning the potty seat was much easier than cleaning diapers, so I would take fulladvantage of the potty seat anytime I could. Every time I was released from the pottychair I was promptly diapered and sent outside to play with my friends, or if it was late Igot to go to bed.
The only exception to these rules was during the school year. Homework came firstand I was not sent to school in diapers. After I would get home and do my homework, shewould promptly diaper me and make me follow all the rules of either remedial pottytraining or just plain diapers for wetting the bed, depending on which punishment I haddeserved.
There were however, two exceptions to her not diapering my for school. The first timewas when I was in fourth grade. I was in class and had to go pee really badly. I raised myhand and asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. She told me I was going tohave to wait and a short time later I could no longer hold it and I lost control of mybladder and peed all over myself. My teacher sent me to the nurse and the nurse calledmy mother. She told the nurse not to get me cleaned up, as she would be there shortly.
Mother kept her word and arrived a short time later, with a bag of stuff. She asked thenurse if she could talk to me in private. The nurse excused herself and left. I was shakingand very scared of what my mother might do. She told me that she had laid out the belton my bed and I would be getting a spanking when I got home from school. In themeantime, since I had wet myself like a little baby, it was clear to her that I needed to bediapered . She opened up the bag a started getting out my diapers and plastic pants. .Ibegged and pleaded for her to please reconsider. Mom only laughed at me as she laid outthe stuff she needed. I was crying like a little baby as she pulled down my wet pants andunderpants. As she told me to lay down on the sick bed I felt my whole body go numb. Ialmost fell on the bed as my knees felt weak. I just could believe she was going to diaperme right there in school!
It finally became clear she was going though with this as she pick up my feet by theankles and slid the folded diapers under me. I was a wreck, crying loudly as she pulledthe diaper up between my legs and fastening it tightly at each side with the yellow bunnysafety pins. The plastic pants sent me into a cold sweat. The only thing that made me feelany better was a pair of overall jeans she pulled out of her bag of tricks. They would atleast hide the outline of my diaper. Once I was redressed mom patted me on the behindand told me to go back to class. I asked her if she was kidding, but just like everythingelse mom said she meant it. I went back to class and sat very quietly in my seat hopingnot to attract attention. I made it though that day with out no one noticing my diapers.Thank god!!!.
The second time I was sent to school in diapers, I wasn't so lucky. I had spent theweekend at my mother's best friend's house Jeanie. She wasn't my actual Aunt, but hadbeen around since I was born and everyone called her my Aunt. My mother had had to goout of town to a funeral and I got to stay at my Aunts house. I really liked her before thatweekend. My mother dropped me off after school and I went in and started playing withAunt Jeanie's sons. They were 4 and 8 years old. We had supper and played withmatchbox cars right up until bedtime. I was shown my room for the weekend and went inand got my P.J.'s on and went to bed. Sometime around three a.m. I remember having adream about standing around a camp fire and I was peeing in it.
A short while later I was awakened to the all too familiar feeling of a cold wet bed. Iwas in a panic. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I got a towel to try and dry the bed with,and must have been making too much noise, because, shortly Aunty Jeanie was standingin the doorway watching me. She startled me when she asked what I was doing. I startedcry and told her I must have wet her bed. She went completely sideways on me and wasyelling at me like I never heard her yell before.
She told me I was disgusting and that she was calling my mother to tell her right now.I knew then I was in for it big time. I ran after her and begged her not to make the call, butshe just wouldn't listen to me. When my Mother heard what I had done, she immediatelyask her if she had any diapers she could put on me. Since Aunt Jeanie's boys had beenpotty trained for at least two years, she said she didn't think she did. Aunt Jeanie wentupstairs to her youngest son's room and dug in his closet, all the time talking to mymother. I was praying she wouldn't find any, but after a long search she managed to finda half empty box of Pampers. My heart sank as she pulled the box out of the closet. Shetold my Mother shehadsome Pampers and my Mother asked to speak to me on the phone.I was crying as she handed me the phone. My mother told me I was to be very ashamed ofmyself, and if I gave Aunt Jeanie and trouble, she would make sure I paid for it when shegot home.
I handed the phone back to Aunt Jeanie and the two of them talk about what wasgoing to happen to me. They said their good bye's and hung up. The second Aunt Jeanieput down the phone, she grabbed me by the collar and drug me to the kitchen, grabbed awooden spoon and took me back to the guest room. I was still in my wet pajamas. Butnot for much longer. She sat down on the bed, pulled me over her knees, ripped down mypajama bottoms and underwear and proceeded to blister my backside with the woodenspoon. I kicked and screamed as each swat assaulted my bottom. After around twentyswats, She picked me up and lay me down on the bed on my back. I was crying andrubbing my now flaming backside as she went to the corner and retrieved one of the largepampers from its box.
When she came back to the bed Aunt Jeanie opened the pamper up and showed it tome. She talked baby talk to me as she grabbed my feet by the ankles and lifted my butt offthe bed, and slid the pamper under me. I heard it crinkle as I was lowered onto it andshortly there after found myself snugly taped into my first ever pamper. I immediatelynoticed how much noise the pamper made as I moved around on the bed. Aunt Jeanielaughed at me and told me It was a good thing I was still kind of small, and if I had beenmuch bigger the pamper may not have fit me. She said, " I hope you like the Pampersbecause your going to be wearing one for the rest of your stay with me."
The bed I was sleeping in was wet so she told me she was going to make me sleep ina portable crib she had stored in the attic. She left the room and returned a short whilelater and set up the crib she had retrieved from the attic. My pajama bottoms where stillwet so she made me sleep in the crib with just my P.J. top and my Pamper. I cried myselfto sleep that night. The next morning I woke up hoping the previous night was just a badnightmare but as I opened my eyes I saw the slats on the crib I was sleeping in and worstof all, As I moved I heard the rustling of my Pamper.
I sat up in my crib and looked down at the Pamper I was wearing and was disgustedthat my bladder had shamed me again. I began to think I never was going to stop wettingbeds and began again to cry. I could hear my Aunt's boys outside of my room and beforeI could cover myself with a blanket both boys burst into the room.. Both of their mouthsdropped open as they saw me in the crib, in just a Pamper and my P.J. top. The oldest ofthe boys, Greg, was firing questions at me about my attire. I told him to mind his ownbusiness. My Aunt must have been in the hall because she came in and told the boys whyI was dressed that way. She told them that I had wet her brand new mattress and thatgrown boys didn't wet the bed. Since I was obviously just a little boy it was clear that Ineeded diapers. Both boys laughed, making several comments about me, and AuntJeanie joined right in, telling both her boys she was sure happy they weren't like me.
For about the hundredth time I cried, sobbing big tears. Aunt Jeanie came over to meand picked me up out of the crib and took me downstairs for breakfast. I was in no moodto eat and when she a sat glass of milk down by me I swatted it over. She just shook herhead and told me I was only making it worse on myself and ordered me to go sit on thecouch and wait for her. Both boys made jokes as I waddled my way into the living room.My diaper crinkled loudly with each step, and was a painful reminder the entire way.
A short while later She came in and said since I was also unable to handle drinkingfrom a big boy glass she was going to feed me from a baby bottle and ordered me tocome and get in her lap. Feeling like I had just lost a war I went and sat in her lap. Shelaid me down and put the bottle to my lips. I opened my mouth and took in the bottle. As Istarted sucking from it, it became clear that it wasn't milk, but instead was infant formula.I stopped sucking only to be told I had better finish my bottle if I knew what was good forme.
After I finished my bottle I felt the calling of mother nature, so I asked Aunt Jeanie toremove my diaper. She told me it was going to work that way. She was only going to takeoff my diaper if it needed changed and that the bathroom was off limits to me. My heartsank. I tried to hold it but in another hour or so I lost that battle and flooded my diaper.Aunt Jeanie found my wet diaper in about another half hour and promptly changed meinto a clean one.
After my diaper change she took me and the other two boys to the store for somepants that would fit over my diapers better, because she found the pants I had broughtwith me would barely fit over the bulk of my diaper. We went to Sears and she tried pantson me right in the aisle showing the whole world my diapers. I wanted to die when a ladycame up and asked how old I was. My Aunt told her I was ten.. The lady looked surprisedand said I could pass for six and that she thought six was a little old not to be pottytrained, but ten was terrible. She got down on her knees and took my face in her handand told me I had better try harder to get potty trained or no woman would ever want me.Both my Aunt and the lady laughed, The lady stood up and she patted me on thediapered behind and left.
My Aunt's boys were laughing at what they had both witnessed. We continuedlooking for pants, and found a couple pair of jeans with elastic in the waist and somesweat pants. After she found me some pants we went to the sleepwear department. Thereshe found a couple of blanket sleepers with feet and zippers that went from ankle to chin.One was bright yellow and had Winnie The Pooh embroidered on the chest. The otherwas baby blue and had Elmo on it. On the way out of the store we stopped in the babydepartment where she bought a Nuk pacifier and a teddy bear with little rattles in it. It wasaround two P.M. When we got back to her house.
She told me all babies need to take naps, so after she gave me a bottle, she wasmaking me take one. I was dressed in one of my blanket sleepers and given a bottle andthen laid down in my crib for a nap. Aunt Jeanie put the teddy bear in my crib with meand held out the pacifier for me to put in my mouth. I lay there and fell asleep for aroundand hour. The rest of the weekend was more of the same thing. She and her boys madefun of me the whole time.
When Monday morning came I expected to get a pair of underpants for school andwoke up happy because of it. Aunt Jeanie had another plan. She gave me a morningbottle and after that took off my sleeper and diaper. I was told to go get a bath and returnto the living room when I finished. I took a short bath and returned to find her waiting inthe living room with a stack of clothes for me. There was a pair of light blue sweat pantsand a sweat shirt that went with it, a pair of sock and large Pamper sitting to the side. Herboys were in the living room waiting to watch her dress me. I protested the second I sawthe Pamper. I told her there was no way I was wearing that to school. She grabbed thephone and said "fine then we will just call your mother and ask her what she wants us todo."
Knowing I couldn't win I sighed and went over and lay down on the couch by her. Ipleaded with her not to send me to school in a Pamper because there was no way I couldhide it from my classmates. My begging fell on deaf ears as she diapered me. Once I wasdiapered she put my sweat shirt on and then my socks. Finally She had me stand up so Icould step into my sweat pants. After she pulled them up she patted me on the bottomand laughed. I took two steps and heard just how loud my Pamper was under my sweats.There was no way in hell I was going to be able to hide this. Greg, her oldest son waswatching for the bus and yelled that it was coming down the street. We had to run tocatch it and Greg got a big laugh listening to my diaper as I ran. When we got to school Igot off the bus and went to class hoping to beat everyone there.
When I entered the room there was already ten kids there and I had to walk right pastthem to get to my desk. As I walked by them one girl noticed right away and asked me if Ihad a diaper on. I just laughed it off and told her no. Her desk was near mine and shewatched me all morning, and from time to time would ask me if I was sure I wasn'twearing a diaper. I sat as still as I could until lunch. My teacher must have thought I wassick because I usually was a very active boy. Many days I was told to sit down or be quiet, but today I was as quiet as a church mouse. During the walk to the lunch room a couplemore kids noticed my crinkling pants and several of them started laughing. After lunchwas recess and I knew I was going to get teased during it. I went to a far off cornerhoping to get away from everyone.
It didn't work and I found myself surrounded by my classmates. One of the bulliescame up to me and said, "the whole class thinks your wearing a diaper." I was still tryingto deny that, so as a group they tackled me and took of my sweat pants. I wanted to cry.All the girls laughed and said I looked cute. The boys took my sweat pants and threwthem in the woods by the playground. One of the girls took my shoes and tied little bellsinto my laces and knotted them so tight I could take them off. The bell rang and everyoneran for the door I was left standing there in my sweatshirt and diaper. I ran to the woodsand got my sweat pants, put them on and went back to class. By the time I got there theclass had told my teacher and she meet me at the door. I was crying because I was sohumiliated.
She helped me get the bells out of my shoes and asked me why I had a diaper on. Ilied and told her I had hurt myself and was having problem not wetting my pants and thatmy mother thought it would help me. She told me kids are mean and she was sorry theymade fun of me and asked me if I would like her to call my mom to come and get me. Ididn't want her to call my Aunt so I told her no.She took me back into class and made thewhole room say they were sorry. She told them all that if anyone made fun of me she wasgiving them a detention. After school she handed me a note and told me to give it to mymother.
When I got off the bus. My mother's car was in my Aunt's driveway. I went in and sheask how my weekend was. As I walked over to her she heard the crinkling of my Pamperand she started laughing. She had no idea my Aunt had sent me to school in a Pamper.She patted me on the butt and laughed some more. I gave her the note from my teacherand she read it. It basically said that she wished I wasn't sent to school in diapersbecause it was a big disruption in the class. Both my mother and my aunt got a big kickout of the note and asked me about my day. I told them everything that happened.
I spent many more years after that being punished much the same way. My motheronly used Pampers after that because they attracted so much more attention. She alsolike my Aunt's contribution of sleepers and stuff and from that point on I got to look like ababy as well. My aunt never trusted me again and as a result, she made me wear diapersto bed anytime I slept over. Accident or not.
As I got older the Pampers got tighter and I felt I would soon outgrow them. Since Iwas still having bed wetting accidents and could see no end in sight I felt growing wasmy out. About that time Pampers started offering bigger sizes and I was convinced mymother was on the board at Proctor and Gamble. It just seemed like as I would out grow asize a new size would show up. It felt like Pampers was making diapers just for me andwas soon going to be offering adult sizes just to make sure I always had diapers. Thenfinally one day it happened. It was just after my thirteenth birthday. I wet the bed and wasabout to be punished like usual.
My mother came upstairs. I was bare-bottomed and waiting. I got my spanking andshe started diapering me. It wouldn't fit . Now I was happy I thought diapers were gonefor good. She was pissed and I made some smart-mouthed comment about her not beingable to punish me anymore. Well a lot I knew. Mom made me find my cold wet pajamabottoms and underwear and put them back on. After I was redressed she made me get inthe car. We went down to the local drug store and we went in. Once in the store I waslead down the aisle until we stopped at a shelf marketed adult briefs. She looked at meand said, "now Mr. smartass we will see who is going to have the last laugh."
After finding what she wanted we went to the front of the store to pay. I had no ideawhat was in the bag she picked up until she explain what it was and in front of everyonestanding in line I might add. My cheeks grew hot as we paid for the Attends, and my facewas bright red. The clerk behind the counter was a teenage girl that lived two houses upfrom us. I was starting to notice girls and had a big crush on her. As she rang up ourpurchase she giggled and asked my mother if they were for me. Mom giggled back andpointed out my wet pajama bottoms to her.
We went back home and went upstairs. Mom ripped open the bag of Attends briefs andshowed on of them to me. It looked just like the Pampers I had been wearing except it hadtwo extra tapes and was much bigger. Mom just laughed as she put me in the diaper,probably because she knew I was completely defeated. Once she finished, just like usual,we took her victory lap around the block with me in tow in just an adult diaper and aT-shirt.
I never did get that nighttime dryness thing down the entire time I spent at home. Thelaps around the block finally stopped but the diapers continued. She had severalbabysitters through out my life and all of them knew the routine. My family always got agood chuckle out of seeing my diapers when I was made to show them off.
At nineteen I left home and went out west to live for a few years, but finally decided tocome back to Ohio. When I came back home, I stayed with my mother for a short while.About a month after coming home I had another night time accident. I was age 24 so Ifigured mom surely wasn't going to punish me. When I woke up I could feel the bed waswet, so I gathered up the sheets and took them downstairs to wash. I thought to myselfhow the doctors were so wrong.
They always said I was going though a stage and would someday grow out of it, but atage 24 I still had not. As I got downstairs I could hear that my Aunt was over and wastalking to my mother in the kitchen. I had to walk past them to the basement. As I didmom smelled the pee on the sheets and asked me what happened.. With all the courage Icould muster I told her I wet her bed. She just shook her head said she couldn't believeme. I went downstairs and started the wash. When I came back up my mother and Auntwere gone. I went upstairs to finish cleaning up the bed.
When I entered the room both my mother and my Aunt were checking out the wetmattress. Mom looked at me and said "Well, you know what has to be done, take off youpants and wait for me I have to go get a wooden spoon." Surely she was joking, I mean Iwas an adult I told her there was no way I was taking a spanking at age 24. she justlaughed and said if you want to stay here you will. Mom left and returned a short whilelater with a wooden spoon. Aunt Jeanie was laughing when mom returned. I protestedand both women rushed me and held me on the bed. Mom had gotten some clothes lineand both woman tied me face down to the bed, spread eagle.
Next I felt some scissors cutting off my pants and underwear and a brutal assault waslaunched against my backside. A strange think started to happen. As she beat my buttwith the wooden spoon I got a raging hard on. That had never happened before and Ididn't understand it. My bottom was on fire, but the more mom hit me ,the more I gotexcited. I was crying like a baby by the time she stopped. My butt was as red as a firetruck. Next I was untied rolled over and retried to the bed. Now I was face up. Bothwomen saw my erection once I was on my back. Mom made a comment about how itseemed as though I like getting spanked. Both women left the room and returned a shortwhile later. In moms hand was, you guessed it, an Attends disposable diaper.
Knowing I was defeated, I just lay there and closed my eyes as she and my Aunt wentabout diapering me. I told them both it was wrong to diaper me and that they should getprofessional help. Both of them just laughed , as they fastened the diaper snugly aroundmy waist. Mom and her left the room and returned a short while later with a camera. Theyshot picture after picture of me in my diaper, secured with ropes to the bed. I spent therest of that day tied down to the bed.
Somewhere around noon I had to peed really bad, so I called mom to come into myroom. I told he I had to pee and was promptly told I would have to use my diaper.Knowing she wouldn't let me up, I let it go into my diaper. The diaper quickly got warmand turned yellow. When she returned again she had her camera again. She untapped mydiaper and pulled the front of it down between my legs , laying the backing down on thebed, so the yellowed inside was facing up.
She took several more pictures of me on the wet diaper and then changed me into aclean one. After I was again expertly diapered she untied the ropes and let me up. I knewshe would show everyone those picture if I gave her any trouble, so I waddled mycrinkling, defeated butt down stairs and sat on the couch. Like usual my diaperpunishment lasted about a week. I decided I needed to get away from mom for good andin about a month I left to live with friends. I met a cute blonde about five years older thatme and we started dating. She was pretty well off and had many plans for her life.
She already had a house and two cars. I got a job and we moved in together. I hid mybed wetting past from her but it didn't take long to surface. We had been out one nightdrinking and afterwards went home to bed. I had one of those dreams again and managedto wet the bed with her in it. She noticed it first. And woke me up. I was so embarrassed.All I remembered was standing in front of the toilet and going pee. She got up and took ashower.
I started washing the sheets and got changed. When she came out of the shower sheasked me how long I had been a bedwetter. I hung my head and told her all my life. It wasthen that she remembered who I was, She had been my babysitter when I was twelve. Wetalked about my past and talk about our future. We talked about how mean my motherwas and that she understood why I didn't wear protection to bed. She told me she lovedme but could sleep with me if I was going to be wetting the bed. I told her doctors said Iwould never get better at my age.
She was very understanding and told me I needed to come to grips with my wetting,and that I would have to do something about it. She said she knew my mother punishedme with diapers and that I had a very dim view of them, but maybe I should think aboutwearing them to bed at night. I broke down in tears and told her she was right. She toldme she would help me and would never shame me for wearing diapers.
The next day we went together to the drug store and bought some large attends. Thatnight she diapered me at bed time and we snuggled the whole night. I woke up in themorning wet but the sheets were dry. She didn't make fun of me and said she could livewith diapers if I could. I got to see a whole different point of view about diapers. I wasn'tfair for me to pee on her and if I wasn't gonna get punished maybe this wasn't so bad. Afew months later we married and have been happy ever since. I wear diapers to bed everynight and couldn't be happier.
The End.
WRITTEN BY: BABY GLENN