Achieve in Diapers (TRUE)
ACHIEVE IN DIAPERS (TRUE)
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The first time I remember to want to go back to diapers was when I was around 3rd or 4th grade. I’ve been potty trained very early in my life, so early that, since I remember myself, I never worn any diapers or had any issues with bedwetting. I remember it clearly now, it was a school day, I was playing with my friends and one of them told me that there was a boy in our class that wore diapers. I was shocked! After all, that was for the retarded people I thought.
The next thing I remember doing was going and finding the boy. When I found him I was even more stunned, he was one of the most popular kids in our class! When I asked him “Why do you still wear diapers?” he answered me: “Because I have a problem and the doctor says I have to wear them”, and at that moment I don’t know what got into me but I asked “What does it feel like?”, and his answer was probably what triggered my love for diapers. He said: “It feels like having more time to play and not to worry about stupid things like the bathroom”.
That day when I got back home after I finished my homework I remember thinking “What if I could be like him?”. As of here I probably forgot to mention that my parents expect I excel at all I do, and never let me have less than the best grades of my class, and if the best of the whole school year, hell yeah! Even better for them! So I never had many friends. Never did like doing regular kids stuff, always had a taste for the weird and geeky.
By the night of that day I remember I couldn’t sleep so I sneaked to the toilet and just peed all through my underwear and pajama’s, I never explained to myself why did I do it, but I just did it, and I remember that it calmed me, and made me feel like I was a baby, careless and free, having always to rely on others. Unfortunately for me that didn’t last long and soon I knew I’d have to work to make myself out of that mess, but fortunately, I chose my pajamas and my parents had bought me so much clothes that those clothes would only be found missing long time after.
I took myself out of my wet dripping pj’s and wiped myself with toiled paper, put on a new set of underwear and pajamas, and threw the old through the garbage (Our building had a central waste conduit, leading to a trash container for the whole building). The next day I woke before my parents and got a shower (Yes, I was auto sufficient by 3rd grade, thanks to my parents wanting me to be better and not waste their time).
Then they took me to school and after school I went to the shopping center and bought a pair of the same pajamas I had threw away. They never knew about this incident, so I started wetting my underwear bout from week to week, late at night. At a certain time I became tired of it and forgot about it.
My next story happens when I was round 6th or 7th grade, I had only 2 friends at the time, so one day I was with them and my friend started to talk about how weird is that people can be so bad and discriminating, and how good it’d be like to be back when we were toddlers and everything was so simple.
Because of that I remembered the feeling of freedom and fuzziness that was wetting my pants, so I waited till I got home and stuffed my underwear with toilet paper and just let go. The feeling was like getting a hug, or a kiss in the cheek from a girl, or maybe closer to just laying in bed with whom you love… Even trying to explain it is an impossible task, not to talk about a comparison.
Though that one “accident” made me feel great, after it I felt like I had just done the worst thing in the world and promised to myself never to repeat it again. Later there was a little slip of my love for diapers, which I had repressed but not forgot, when I was doing my final exam on Portuguese class of 9th grade (Portuguese 3rd cycle - from 7th to 9th grade) they wanted us to write a text about a situation where a smile had the meaning of “yes” like the answer to a question, I was so tired and lonely that I wrote a lovely text about a boy in love with a freckled girl who is cute and likes diapers. It was really awesome; maybe ill post it someday here.
The problem is my parents had took a copy of the exam’s answers to check for teachers mistakes, if they ever noticed the weird story, I never knew, they not have said anything about that to me.
And the moment I officially became a TBDL, was because of the one thing that makes the all men act like they do: Women. I was 16 at the time, had just been drinking with friends and was kind of smashed, and the girl of my dreams was right next to me.
We were close friends for a couple of years then and I thought it was worth a shot so I told her “You know I like you” she answered “I like you too dear, but don’t even try, I do not like you like that, you’re more of a brother to me and I couldn’t do that with you even if I tried because of you”. In that moment all my world fell down. I crumbled in tears, took the rest of the half of bottle of something that was lying around, and went away. She went after me and tried to make me stop and apologized and I told her that if she felt like that she shouldn’t apologize because of what she felt and ran away from her-
I Went into the mall, went to the diaper isle and bought a pack of goodnites my size. In my mind it was my oasis, my refuge
e. So I took them in my backpack (not before putting one on in the mall WC), caught a bus went as far away as I could from everyone and everything, as I was sitting alone in a dark alley (No idea where it was or how I got there) I felt my crotch become warm, and I put my hand in and I felt I was peeing, I didn’t notice it even! So I started crying there, alone, and sucking my bottle…
I guess I must’ve someway got back home, when I woke up I felt I was in my bed, my bag was on the floor open, Goodnites laying around in my room, and I was wearing a pacifier and a pajama with a teddy bear (My parents thought it was too childish for a 16 year old boy to have such a pajama, but I’m not someone easy to argue with) and was hugging my favorite teddy bear (There was a teddy bear collection that came each month when I was little, one came out each month, and I had most of them, my favorite was and still is the one with the pilot costume ^^) and was in a wet Goodnite.
My parents have imbued me with a sense of paranoia because of people trying to use me because I’m very intelligent and I had self learned all over the years a lot about covering up, hiding stuff, cheating and lying, in summary, manipulating. I’d say I’m a pretty good manipulator though I hate myself for that, but to get grades like mine with no studying you got to know how to make people happy and pleased of you.
So I cleaned myself took a shower, hid my diapies in my big toolboxes I used for Lego (Gosh how I loved Lego, wish I could play with Lego still without my parents looking me like I’m weird or broken), but then decided to take one and put it on, hid my pacifier, put back my teddy in the collection (Which my little sister had privatized since 2 years before (she has 6 years difference) and went to play PC.
At a time I felt like going to pee, but then I just remembered I’m wearing a diaper and let it go. It was awesome, and to be honest it aroused me a bit, so I wondered: “Is there more people like me?” and went on the internet to check for adult baby or teenage diaper girl. Bear in mind as I said I never been a normal boy, and porn never aroused me, I always thought of it as a disturbing display of animal behavior in humans. But when I saw girl’s, cute ones, wearing diapers, because they like to… I must say my blood started burning, and I felt light headed, and fuzzy, like when your warm and tucked in while it’s freezing outside and you have someone who you loved next to you (again I’m a naïf romantic guy, who probably won’t get a girlfriend).
I feel like I should be in them every day. That is my story, I’m now 18, and I wear diapers every day I can, my grandma isn’t home almost most of the time, so I got to wear them when I wish, I never wore them out to university, but with time I will probably. They are also the most useful thing that I have (besides my brain), since of long hours of studying with no bathroom brakes are very productive, and then again, in a way, they help me accomplish what normally I couldn’t.
Written By: Valentin Caetano
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