Jonathan's Day In Diapers
JONATHAN'S DAY IN DIAPERS
It was a normal Saturday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the car was leaving the house. In that car was my father, driving away for another business trip.
As a young DL, this was the perfect opportunity to strike. I waited forever for this moment to happen since I moved in with my dad.
I walked over to my closet that had a small hidden hole with one thing inside. I pulled out the large package and opened it up. Inside was light blue camo diapers with a yellow line that went strait down the middle. I stripped myself of my lower half clothing and I started to put on the diaper.
Hello, my name is Jonathan. I'm someone who you would call "small for my age" due to genetics not giving me the height genes that I wanted. Which resulted in a 13 year old with 8 year old height. The height didn't bother anyone at all, so it didn't bother me. Actually the height was perfect because I can wear diapers for little kids.
As a DL, that was heaven for me. It felt soft, like a pillow between my legs. I don't know why I left this feeling a long time ago. I'm going to keep wearing diapers for now, but one wouldn't be enough. I put on one more and I pulled up my pants.
They were hard to get on and there was a enormous bulge on the front. Since it wouldn't fit that much, I took the pants back off. Wearing only a shirt and diaper would be ok I guess.
I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. I fixed myself some cereal and a cup of orange juice next to it. When I was done eating I got a phone call from my dad. He said "hey Mrs. Weber next door needs an extra hand with her boxes, so could you help her out?"
I agreed to what he said and went back upstairs. I took off one diaper because two is noticeable but one is hard to see. I put on some pants and walked outside and towards the house next to mine.
Mrs. Weber was a nice old lady who recently moved in. She was a widow who lost her husband in war. She never got over his death which resulted in her never remarrying. This caused her to not have children either. I rang the door bell and she opened the door and greeted me by pinching my cheeks.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew her story and treated her like their grandmother with frequent visits and letting her see their "grand children". I greeted back with a hug and asked where the boxer were at. She pointed in the direction and walked with me. I told her to leave the heavy stuff to me and boy were they heavy.
When I got done moving the boxes and their materials to their designated position, Mrs Weber fixed us a cup of lemonade. We drank it and talked for a bit. She asked me if I knew anything about World War 2 and that is what she talked about. It amazed me so much on how she knew all of this information.
After an hour or two I told her I had to go. I was almost out of the house when she asked me something about a diaper. I turned around and asked her to repeat the question. She said, "does your diaper need a changin sweety?" I froze in terror when she asked.
I looked down to see my slight sagging pants that showed a little flap of the diaper. She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. She took me to one of her guest rooms that looked to be a nursery. She laid me on the changing table and she took my pants off. To my surprise, my diaper was filled to the point where a change is immediately required.
Still frozen in terror I looked down to see her wiping my privates. When she was done, instead of putting another diaper on me she led me to the bathroom. She told me to take a shower while she washed my pants (they apparently had leaked spots).
After taking a shower I dried myself and Mrs. Weber gave me clean warm clothes. But before I got to put them on she lifted me on the changing table again. This time she actually was putting a diaper on me.
She powdered my private areas and she slid the diaper on. She fastened the tapes and helped me off the table. I looked down to see a white diaper with some picture of cowboy hats and cartoon horses on it. One of the neighbors kids must have worn these because they were a little tight. I oddly thanked Mrs. Weber and walked home.
When I got there I got another phone call from my dad. He was asking me about my diaper. My heart sank knowing that I wouldn't be able to wear anymore diapers till I moved out. He continued on the call and told me that he will take away all my underwear and replace them with different diapers. I told him not to, but he insisted since I can't control my bladder or bowels.
He got home sooner than expected and he had around 4 large packs of diapers and a few cloth diapers. He took out everything in my underwear drawer and replaced it with cloth diapers. He placed the disposables in my closet. I watched as my dreams were becoming true. I'm able to wear diapers forever.
My dad asked me to lay on the floor and I did. He stripped off my clothes and he tore off my diaper. He grabbed a cloth diaper and some plastic pants and he slid them on. I was about to get up when he held me down.
He grabbed a onesie and some overalls. The onesie was nice but I wished it was the ones that didn't stop at the crotch area. He buttoned the back of the onesie. Then he made me get up to put on the overalls. They were kinda babyish with a little bear on the front.
I tried to speak but he stuck a pacifier in my mouth. He then slid some mittens that looked like they belonged to something with no fingers. He tightened them and picked me up. I tried to take them off, but I wasn't able to grab anything due to the mittens.
He laid me down in a car seat and I noticed a baby stroller in the back. He buckled me up and got in his seat. "Since you wanted to act like a baby, I'll treat you like one. So were going to the store to buy you more clothes and more baby furniture".
Part 2, "At The Store" will come out soon
Written By: Jonathan Davis
Age: 25