A Accident Of A Life Time
A ACCIDENT OF A LIFE TIME
My name is Bill. I am 13 years old and when I was 7 I wet my bed. My mom forgave me but I loved the feeling. It felt good. Now I didn’t have any problems with wetting the bed. I just had to much water that night and had a bad dream. So from then on I wondered what it was like to wear diapers but my pride was to large to ask my mom to wear diapers.
So as I grew up I wondered what it was like. Sometimes I would wet myself just for the heck of it. Well one day I wondered what it was like to go number two in my pants. So when my mom and dad went to sleep I did and I loved it. Well I cleaned myself off and cleaned out the underwear. I felt exhilarated so I did this on and off for years.
When I went to a teen diaper website I liked it so I read some of the stories such as the teacher who wore diapers or something something baby sitter. My favorite was I wonder what that feels like in diapers. I am now 13. I have gone on myself when my mom and dad were asleep numerous times and loved it every time.
My mom thought nothing of it until they found out. She went and punished me. Well now I feel to old to wear diapers. I have a girlfriend now. Her name is Claire and my little brother Brandon age 11. Well I was in high school I got bumped up a grade and I went to a school for kids with mental problems such as ADD or more common ADHD and sometimes even autism.
Well I have ADD and autism and ever since I got into high school I’ve had the urge to go in my underwear. More at school. At this current day we were playing kick ball and all I could think about was these stories and how much I loved them. So I thought I’d write about myself and my story. Well one day I was sick at home and mom went out to the store for food.
Well I thought now’s a good time to go. So I ate some food and waited for it to do it’s work. I drank lots of water as well and soon I felt it manifesting inside me. I finally had to go when my mom then came home. I panicked and held it in. My mom bought me some new clothing and she wanted me to try them on.
All I could think was “curse you Walmart” and so I worked on trying it all on. The boxers, the jeans, the camo pants, the shirts. It took an hour before I started to lose control. It felt like it was poking out of my but like I was going to pop. I’m sorry, more like I was going to poop and pee. I was panicking in my head.
My mom handed me more clothing to try on. I didn’t know what to do and then mom left to get the bag she left in the car. I couldn’t go, I wouldn’t have time to change and she would want to see me in the new clothing. I went for the bathroom when mom said “you can hold it now back in my room we have to wear more”. I felt like I didn’t have long, maybe 2 minutes. Unless I got in that bathroom in 2 minutes I was done for. I said “mom I REALLY HAVE TO GO!!! Can I please?” She said “you'll be fine, now try on this.” I put on the new underwear.
I was almost done. 3 more sets to go. Panicking I went for the long hull when I was down to the last one I was going to go. I couldn’t hold it any more. I put on the clothing saying in my head “come on, you can hold it” when the pain stopped. I wondered if I had lost the ability to feel pain.
I was happy so I sat down in my clothing saying what a relief we are done. As I sat I felt a mush on my butt. I had gone number 2, but it didn’t seem like my mom knew yet. I was still holding my pee though, it felt like a needle being stuck in the end. She said to me to stay she has more pants for me. I was sitting there in shock thinking how will I get out of this one?
When she left I sprayed the air with Fabreese air freshener. It didn’t seem she had any clue. I asked in case so I wouldn’t be found out, if I had anymore underwear. She said “nope, just pants.” I sighed in relief. In my head of course, all I had to do was hold my pee and stop mom from noticing the poop. So I held the pee. The poop felt good. I started thinking this is my chance to let her know that I want to wear diapers. Than I remembered my plan to wait till I move out than start wearing them. Mom would have no say. Neither would the rest of my family.
Than when we finished the pants mom said “were done”. When I was walking out she patted my butt. She stood up and said “did you go in your pants?” I turned around and started to wet myself. I didn’t have a chance. I was done, she knew and at that moment my little brother got home and saw what I did. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Mom said “well go change and take a bath. I have diapers from when you were a baby for you.” She said she'll stretch them till they fit.
I acted like I didn’t want it so it would be believable and she bought it. She thought I didn’t want it and I was being punished. She said she has 2 things of 100 disposable Luv's diapers left over from me and my little brother. She didn’t throw them away in case she had another baby. It is supposed to be my punishment i would have to use all the diapers and love it until there all gone.
She said to go pee. I went to the bathroom. On my way she said “no, in your diaper, that’s what they’re for”. I pretended I didn’t love it all the way down to the last diaper. I’m still planning on living alone. I’m now 14 and closer to my goal. Just 6 more years of torture and the sweet release will take me into diapers. There is still nothing I love more than going number one and two.
Who knows maybe my mom will catch on, look up the problem, and find this website and know that I want to be in diapers. I don’t want to be babied. But I want to be in diapers. I don’t know why, I guess because of the freedom. All I know is it’s 5:30 in the morning. I have poop in my pants and I have to go to school in 30 minutes.
So remember sometimes if your afraid, make plans to wear them when you grow older and move out. You might meet a girl just like you and have kids. But until then go as you please, diaper or not. It’s okay. Tell your mom, tell your dad, and if your afraid don’t. Or do and fight your fear. I tell you one thing, I didn’t and now I have to wait 6 years to be able to wear them again, unless my mom catches on.
Written By: Bill