From DL To AB, Sort Of
FROM DL TO AB, SORT OF
I have been waiting many years to tell my story about how I went from not being interested in diapers, to being a DL to a AB. It all started when I was 6 years old. I have no memory of wearing or using diapers, but I progressed into the DL/AB world one step at a time. And I am wearing one right now.
I grew up in a middle class neighborhood where the people next door and the couple just down the street had kids at the same time. Each family had 3 kids. The oldest were 3 years younger than me, then they had kids every 3 years there after.
When I moved into the neighborhood I was 3. The first kids of these 2 families were just born. As a result, watching 6 kids growing up around me, I believed that you had to be potty trained by the age of 3. That was the rule, you HAD to be toilet trained by 3.
So now back to when I was 6 years old. And the start of my obsession with diapers. My parents had friends come to from a long way away and stayed with us. As luck would have it, I started wetting the bed.
My parents told me that if I didn't stop wetting the bed I would have to wear diapers while they were here. This was 1980, so diapers were the only option. Goodnites didn't exist. And I didn't want to wear diapers because I was a big boy. WELL... I couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried.
I had to wear diapers when they came to visit with their teenaged daughters. Embarrassing for the first 2 days. But then one night the adults went out for dinner, and the oldest daughter was supposed to put me into my diaper for the night. Which worked like this...
When she pulled the front of the diaper over my crotch, she laughed, and pulled it back to show her 2 sisters how cute it was to "Pamper" me. She kept pulling It down and up, and saying "peek a boo". Not realizing that every time she pulled it up and pulling it back, she was brushing my privates with the fluffy interior of the diaper.
Side note, SAP wasn't used in diapers until 1983 in Japanese diapers. So the marketing strategy was "Thicker = Better/more absorbent". If you don't believe me, look up "Huggies Supreme" images and when you see the packaging, it will say "25% thicker".
As a result of the constant brushing by a beautiful girl, I became a DL because I compared the sexual arousal of a diaper with a attractive girl. I as a result, liked wearing diapers after this episode. But my parents didn't like the idea of me wearing diapers. But since I was still wetting the bed after the family friends left they kept putting them on.
5 days later, I started waking up with dry diapers but didn't want to stop wearing them. So I would sneak a sports bottle filled with water into my bedroom every night, so that if I woke up with a dry diaper, which started shortly after the visiting family left, I could squirt a bunch of water into the diaper to make it look like I wet it, and therefor still needed to be diapered at night.
This came to an end a few weeks later when my mom came into my bedroom to wake me up on a weekend. I had the bottle hidden under my bed, but didn't have the opportunity to squirt some water into my diaper because she pulled me out too quickly.
Once she saw I had a dry diaper, she just told me to take it off and go out and play, which I did. What I didn't know was that while changing my sheets, she found the sport bottle.
She went ballistic and demanded to know why I was wetting the bed on purpose. She thought that I was drinking water when I went to bed so that I would wet the bed on purpose. What she didn't know was I wasn't wetting my diaper by peeing in it, but by just making it appear that that was what I was doing.
The following Monday I went to school, and when I came home I was told that all the diapers were given to the next door neighbors. (They had just had their 2nd child). And rubber sheets were going to be put on my bed from now on. NO MORE DIAPERS, this was the last time I ever wore baby diapers. Well what's the point of wetting the bed if you are not going to be put in diapers.
Fast forward 6 years. I have only been a DL up until this point. I would look at ads for diapers, then using white garbage bags and quilt stuffing, I would make my own diapers to wear. I liked wearing them, I attributed wearing them to a sexual act. But going to the bathroom in them was gross until one day in September 1986.
As I have said, the family next door and the family just down the street had kids at the same time. And all of them were potty trained by the time they were 3. The family down the street had 3 kids, Tony (9), Jim (6) and Mark (3). Tony's house was where we always played at because his house was the only one that didn't have a fenced in back yard.
This particular day I went over to Tony's house and climbed into his fort. There weren't trees in the back yards, but I don't know what to call it other than a fort or a tree house on stilts.....without the tree. There was a kid I hadn't seen before playing with Tony's brother Mark who's grandmother lived behind their house.
Mark came up the ladder behind me, but when Jack (The kid I didn't know) climbed up, Tony turned around and yelled "JACK!! GET OUT!!" I knew Tony to be cool to other people, so I asked "Why don't you want him up here?" Tony responded "Because he isn't potty trained"
Now I know what potty trained means. But Jack looked too old to be wearing diapers. So I asked "You mean Jack is younger than Mark?" Like I said, I believed you HAD to be completely out of diapers by the age of 3, and since Mark was 3, Jack must be younger.
Tony said "Are you kidding? he's 5". So since I still believed you had to be out of diapers by the age of 3, I figured Tony's definition of "Potty Trained" must be different than mine. I asked "You mean he wears diapers all the time and goes to the bathroom in his pants?"
Tony looked at me like I was an idiot. "OF COURSE that is what I mean, what did you think I meant by not being potty trained?" I just ignored him. I figured I was right in my belief that you HAD to be out of diapers by the age of 3, so Tony was just being mean to Jack.
So after a while we got board hanging around the fort, and started playing "Dodge ball war". It is a free for all game of dodge ball. But if you get hit, you have to play dead for 5 seconds. Well, I got hit, and while I was "playing dead" Jack ran up with his back to me, squatted down, and picked up the ball.
That "Killed" me. When he did this his shirt rose up and his shorts dropped down, and sure enough sticking a good 4, 5 inches above the top of his shorts was a diaper. It was only for a second, but it was a diaper because you could see the crinkly waistband and the absorbent padding right below. This was 1986, so if it looks like a diaper, it IS a diaper.
My thinking at this point was "HOLY COW!!! HE IS 5 AND GETS TO WEAR A DAIPER ALL THE TIME!!! THAT IS SO COOL!!!" I was so jealous about that. I wanted to wear a diaper all the time too.
At this time I was still only a DL, but later this day I turned into a AB, or AAD, (Adult Adolescent in Diapers). We had races around Tony's house. So I figured Mark and Jack would be a good fit. Mark lined up, but Jack slowly walked to the starting line.
When I said "GO" both took off, but Jack ran on his toes, which I thought was weird, but figured it had to do with having a diaper on. 10 seconds later, Mark crossed the finish line.
At the same time as Mark finished, Jack came around the last corner and stopped with a strange look on his face. I thought he was about to cry because he had a weird look on his face. I figured it was because he lost. So I walked over to him to say "Things happen, there is always next time".
But when I got about 4 feet away from him, I realized that something was at that point coming out, but it wasn't tears. The smell alone said he was dropping a load in his diaper.
A few seconds later he gave me a look that said "Yeah, I lost the race because I was trying to hold back internal pressure, but now it's gone, so I feel better."
This is when I became a AAD, Old enough to know better, but still wearing/using diapers because I can. I was SUPER JEALOUSE of him at this point. If he has to go to the bathroom, he doesn't have to take a time out to do so. He just went right in front of us, and is now ready to continue with whatever he was doing. I wondered what he looked like in just his diaper at this point, full load in the back, not a care in the world. VERY COOL.
Once Mark got a whiff however he started yelling at Jack, "GO HOME!! WE DON'T PLAY WITH BABY'S IN POOPY DIAPERS!!!"
Jack wandered around for a few minutes until I told him to go home and get his diaper changed, and once he did that, then he can come back and play with us. Tony gave me a dirty look for this, but I didn't care. I wanted to play with a kid that was, in my opinion, too old for diapers but used them like it was perfectly normal for a kid his age.
I actually thought about (but only for a few seconds), how to accidentally fall and pull his pants down reveling his fully loaded diapered mid-section, particularly his bottom. For me the puffy, bubbly backside of the diapers at the time is my ultimate turn on about diapers.
Don't get me wrong, I am not a monster. Heck, even as I write this, and every time I think about the thought I quickly had about pulling his pants down, I feel like a pedophile. But it turns out if I wanted to see him in his diaper, fully exposed (but not loaded) to the world, all I had to do was wait.
Half an hour after Jack left to get his diaper changed, he came back with a big smile on his face. I guessed it was because he was proud of getting his diaper changed. Something may have happened after he pooped in his pants though because he came back wearing only his shirt, shoes and diaper.
Another side note, dressing like this is another part of my age play games. He came running up to me and announced that he had a "clean butt". I could smell the baby powder and a whiff of that fresh diaper smell that you get when you open a new package.
Mark however wasn't happy about Jack coming back. He yelled "I TOLD YOU WE DON'T PLAY WITH KIDS WITH POOPY PANTS!!!!" Jack told him "I don't have poopy pants, See", and lifted his shirt to show that he did in fact have a new diaper on. I even said, "he is clean, he doesn't smell like poop".
Mark then yelled "HE WILL, ALL KIDS IS DIAPERS SMELL LIKE POOP!! GO HOME JACK, WE DON'T PLAY WITH KIDS IN DIAPERS!" At which point, Jack burst into tears and waddled home, leaving only his fresh diaper sent behind. Mark got a time out from his mom.
And the next time I saw Jack, he was potty trained. But the memory of that day lives on like it was only yesterday. I just wish I actually be Jack. But I for now, I just have to pretend.
Final note, as a result of meeting Jack I now like going to the bathroom in my diaper. When I age play, I pretend I am him, and if not him, a child aged between 4 and 6. Old enough that 99% of the kids my age that I am playing with are potty trained. And I am awesome because I don't have to go home just because I have to go to the bathroom. That is what my diaper is for.
Written By: Bob